Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
As regards his wife and daughter he took no thought for them at all,
being wholly enwrapped in his work; he did not so much as ask if we
had money--to be sure, for five-and-twenty years he had never asked
that question--or if we were safely bestowed; or if we were well.
Never have I seen any man so careless of all earthly affections when
he considered the work of the Lord. But when the time came for the
army to march, what were we to do? Where should we be bestowed?
'As to following the army,' said Robin, 'that is absurd. We know
not whither we may march or what the course of events may order.
You cannot go home without an armed escort, for the country is up;
the clubmen are out everywhere to protect their cattle and horses,
a rough and rude folk they would be to meet; and the gipsies are
robbing and plundering. Can you stay here until we come back, or
until the country hath settled down again?'
Miss Blake generously promised that we should stay with her as long
as we chose, adding many kind things about myself, out of friendship
and a good heart; and so it was resolved that we should remain
in Taunton, where no harm could befall us, while my father still
accompanied the army to exhort the soldiers.
'I will take care of him,' said Barnaby. 'He shall not preach of a
morning till he hath taken breakfast, nor shall he go to bed until
he hath had his supper. So long as the provisions last out he shall
have his ration. After that I cannot say. Maybe we shall all go on
short commons, as hath happened to me already; and, truth to tell,
I love it not. All these things belong to the voyage, and are part
of our luck. Farewell, therefore, mother. Heart up!--all will go
well! Kiss me, Sis; we shall all come back again. Never fear. King
Monmouth shall be crowned in Westminster. Dad shall be Archbishop
of Canterbury, and I shall be Captain of a King's ship. All our
fortunes shall be made, and you, Sis, shall have a great estate, and
shall marry whom you please--Robin or another. As for the gentry who
have not come forward, hang 'em, we'll divide their estates between
us and so change places, and they will be so astonished at not being
shot for cowardice that they will rejoice and be glad to clean our
boots. Thus shall we all be happy.'
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