Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'Take him away!' cried the master, beside himself with rage. 'Clap
him in the stocks! Let him sit there all day long in the sun! He
shall have nothing to eat or to drink! In the evening he shall be
flogged! If it was the Duke of Monmouth himself, he should be tied
up and flogged! Where the devil are the servants?'
A great hulking negro came running.
'You have now,' I told him quietly, 'permitted yourself to be
inflamed with violent rage. The pain will therefore more rapidly
increase. When it becomes intolerable, you will be glad to send for
me.'
The negro dragged me away (but I made no resistance), and led me
to the courtyard, where stood the stocks and a whipping-post. He
pointed to the latter with a horrid grin, and then laid me fast in
the former. Fortunately, he left me my hat, otherwise the hot sun
would have made an end of me. I was, however, quite easy in my mind.
I knew that this poor wretch, who already suffered so horribly,
would before long feel in that jaw of his, as it were, a ball of
fire. He would drink, in order to deaden the pain; but the wine
would only make the agony more horrible. Then he would be forced to
send for me.
This, in fact, was exactly what he did.
I sat in those abominable stocks for no more than an hour. Then
Madam herself came to me, followed by the negro fellow who had
locked my heels in those two holes.
'He is now much worse,' she said. 'He is now in pain that cannot be
endured. Canst thou truly relieve his suffering?'
'Certainly I can. But on conditions. My cousin will die if he is
neglected. Suffer me to minister to his needs. Give him what I want
for him and I will cure your'--I did not know whether I might say
'your husband,' so I changed the words into--'my master. After that
I will cheerfully endure again his accursed cruelty of the fields.'
She bade the negro unlock the bar.
'Come,' she said. 'Let us hear no more about any bargains. I will
see to it that you are able to attend to your cousin. Nay, there
is an unfortunate young gentlewoman here, a rebel, and a servant
like yourself--for the last week she doth nothing but weep for the
misfortunes of her friends--meaning you and your company. I will ask
her to nurse the sick man. She will desire nothing better, being a
most tender-hearted woman. And as for you, it will be easy for you
to look after your cousin and your master at the same time.'
'Then, Madam,' I replied, 'take me to him, and I will speedily do
all I can to relieve him.'
I found my patient in a condition of mind and body most dangerous. I
wondered that he had not already fallen into a fit, so great was his
wrath and so dreadful his pain. He rolled his eyes; his cheeks were
purple; he clenched his fists; he would have gnashed his teeth but
for the pain in his jaws.
'Make yourself easy,' said Madam. 'This learned physician will cause
your pain to cease. I have talked with him and put him into a better
mind.'
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