Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'Those who join rebellions,' he said, but not unkindly, 'generally
find themselves out in their reckoning in the end. What the deuce
have gentlewomen to do with the pulling down of Kings! I warrant,
now, you thought you were doing a grand thing, and so you must needs
go walking with those pretty fools, the Maids of Taunton! Well; 'tis
past praying for. George Penne is such a villain that keelhauling is
too good for him. Flogged through the fleet at Spithead he should
be. Madam, I am not one who favours rebels; yet you cannot sleep and
mess with the scum down yonder. 'Twould be worse than inhuman--their
talk and their manners would kill you. There is a cabin aft which
you can have. The furniture is mean, but it will be your own while
you are aboard. You shall mess at my table if you will so honour me.
You shall have the liberty of the quarter-deck. I will also find for
you, if I can, among the women aboard, one somewhat less villainous
than the rest, who shall be your grumeta, as the Spaniards say--your
servant, that is--to keep your cabin clean and do your bidding. When
we make Barbadoes there is no help for it, but you must go ashore
with the rest and take your chance.'
This was truly generous of the Captain, and I thanked him with all
my heart. He proved as good as his word, for though he was a hard
man, who duly maintained discipline, flogging his prisoners with
rigour, he treated me during the whole voyage with kindness and
pity, never forgetting daily to curse the name of George Penne and
drink to his confusion.
The voyage lasted six weeks. At first we had rough weather with
heavy seas and rolling waves. Happily, I was not made sick by
the motion of the ship, and could always stand upon the deck and
look at the waves (a spectacle, to my mind, the grandest in the
whole world). But, I fear, there was much suffering among the
poor wretches--my fellow-prisoners. They were huddled and crowded
together below the deck; they were all sea-sick; there was no doctor
to relieve their sufferings, nor were there any medicines for
those who were ill. Fever presently broke out among them, so that
we buried nine in the first fortnight of our voyage. After this,
the weather growing warm and the sea moderating, the sick mended
rapidly, and soon all were well again.
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