Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
so that it was the richest flag of all. What could the Crown with
the letters 'J. R.' mean, but that James, Duke of Monmouth, would
shortly assume the Crown of these three kingdoms?
Last of all walked Miss Susan Blake, and I by her side. She bore in
one hand a Bible bound in red leather, stamped with gold, and in the
other a naked sword.
The Duke came forth to meet us, standing bareheaded before the
porch. There were standing beside and behind him, the Lord Grey, his
two Chaplains, Dr. Hooke and Mr. Ferguson, my father, Mr. Larke,
the Baptist minister of Lyme Regis (he wore a corslet and carried
a sword), and the Colonels of his regiments. His bodyguard were
drawn up across the street, looking brave and splendid in their new
favours. The varlets waited beyond with the horses for the Duke's
party. Who, to look upon the martial array, the bravery of the
Guard, the gallant bearing of all, the confidence in their looks,
and the presence, which should surely bring a blessing, of the
ministers of religion, would think that all this pomp and promise
could be shattered at a single blow?
As each girl advanced in her turn, she knelt on one knee and offered
her flag, bowing her head (we had practised this ceremony several
times at the school until we were all quite perfect in our parts).
Then the Duke stepped forward and raised her, tenderly kissing her.
Then she stood aside holding her flag still in her hands.
My turn--because I had no flag--came last but one, Miss Susan Blake
being the last. Now--I hope it was not folly, or a vainglorious
desire to be distinguished by any particular notice of his Grace--I
could not refrain from hanging the ring, which the Duke had given me
at Ilchester five years ago, outside my dress by a blue ribbon. Miss
Blake, to whom I had told the story of the ring, advised me to do
so, partly to show my loyalty to the Duke, and partly because it was
a pretty thing and one which some women would much desire to possess.
Miss Katharine Bovet informed the Duke that I was the daughter of
the learned preacher, Dr. Comfort Eykin. When I knelt he raised me.
Then, as he was about to salute me, his eyes fell upon the ring, and
he looked first at me and then at the ring.
'Madam,' he said, 'this ring I ought to know. If I mistake not,
there are the initials of "J. S." upon it.'
'Sir,' I replied, 'the ring was your own. Your Grace was so good as
to bestow it upon me in your progress through the town of Ilchester
five years ago.'
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