For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost ColonyWilson, William Thomas
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For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost Colony
Wilson, William Thomas
Roanoke Colony -- Fiction
"Aye, my lad," he rejoined, "none know better than I. Have I not had
my ups and downs, and been almost at the end of my tether? I know
the traitor smile when the wind is fair, and the terrible frown when
the gale blows hard. It's up with thee, when the sun shines brightly,
and all stand ready to put their shoulder to the wheel and help thee
up still higher, and it's down and a kick to help the cause, when the
clouds hang heavy above. Ah! well I know them--a curse on their heads!"
and with a growl he strode from the room.
Only a few moments elapsed, when the key grated and the door opened
again to admit the prison leech. A pleasant-faced young fellow, who
chatted like a monkey as he dressed the dozen flesh wounds that I had
received.
"That was a rough cut, sir," he said, as he pointed to my shoulder,
where I had a clip of a cutlass as I bore Oliver back to the cabin
wall. "It must have pained considerably."
"Not much," I said rather gruffly, for I was weary, and his chatter
grated upon me.
This silenced him somewhat, and I had an opportunity to think in peace.
What was Richard doing below? No good, I knew. It might be that his
friend Dunraven had told him that I would be here to-night, or it
might be that it was only a trick of Dame Fortune that she had played
me, though it seemed improbable. No, he had some scheme in being here
to-night, I was sure; perhaps he would show his hand.
The leech had finished, and with a cheery good-night he opened the door
and stepped outside. As he turned to lock the door, I heard the voice
of Sir William Stone, and in a moment the old knight entered. His face
was hot and angry, and flinging himself in a chair, he looked at me in
silence.
"What news?" I asked.
"Bad," he answered. "I saw the Queen and told her of the defeat of
the Armada, at which she was of course greatly pleased. Seeing that,
I thought it a good opportunity to broach the subject of thyself, and
putting into her hands the report Drake had made in thy favor, I begged
that she would read that, and afterwards hear me. She did so, and then
looking up at me, her eyes flashing, asked what I had to say. I knew
not what to make of her face, and was going on to relate thy gallant
conduct in the fight with the Spaniards, and to beg that she would free
so valiant a gentleman, when she interrupted me.
"'Sir William!' she cried, 'had it not been for this noble fight for
England, and that thou hast grown old in our service, and even now
bring news of great joy, I would hang thee with him. What does Drake
mean to send me such stuff as this? He shall answer for it when he
returns;' and she tore the paper in pieces.
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