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
"Be quick then," I answered, "my time is short." And I seated myself
opposite him, and leaning my elbow on the table, waited to hear what he
would say.
"Our father is dead," he said, clearing his throat and speaking in a
low voice.
"Is that so? Well, thou couldst not expect me to shed many tears over
him, the way he has treated me. Thy news, while interesting, is not of
sufficient moment to disturb me at this late hour."
"Wait a moment!" he cried. "He left me the estates and title, but thou
art my brother, I cannot forget that, and I would deal generously by
thee. Though thou hast no legal claim to the estate, if thou wilt
but sign this paper, renouncing all right which thou mayst have to
the estate, and also another trifling matter here, thou shalt have
the Devonshire lands with the house, and I will see that thou dost go
free," and his watery eyes glistened as he looked at me.
"Thou art promising too much," I replied. "Art promising what thou
canst not perform, and----"
"Not so," he broke in eagerly. "I swear to thee that if I but say the
word thou shalt go scot free."
"And what is the other trifling condition in the paper that thou
speakest of?" I asked.
"That thou dost renounce all right and pretension that thou mayest have
to the hand of the Lady Margaret Carroll," he said.
I laughed scornfully.
"Thou hadst best save thy breath," I said.
"Thou hast no claim--no hope," he rejoined, rising to his feet. "The
lady is about to become the bride of the Lord Dunraven. What difference
can it make to thee if thou signest away the right to something that
thou hast not, if by doing so, thou canst save thy life?"
"Why dost thou wish me to sign the paper, then?" I asked. "If the
estates and title are already thine, and the lady Dunraven's?"
He hesitated a moment.
"There are reasons," he finally said. "Reasons that I cannot explain to
thee, but sufficiently weighty for us to give thee thy life, if thou
wilt sign this document. More than this I durst not say."
"Us," I repeated. "Why not say Dunraven and thyself? It would sound
better thus."
"Well," he replied defiantly, "if thou dost wish it thus, have it thine
own way. This much is certain: sign this paper and thou art free, a
competency in thy hands sufficient to support thee in comfort--refuse,
and thy head will pay the penalty," and he stood, his back to the door,
leering at me.
"Get out of my sight!" I replied. "Or I will forget myself and do thee
an injury," and I advanced on him.
With a yell, he turned and beat fiercely on the door with the hilt of
his sword.
"Open!" he cried, "quick!"
The door opened so suddenly that he fell out into the hall at full
length and sprawled upon the floor. The door was shut and fastened, and
I heard his voice as he shrilly cursed the jailer for his carelessness.
The voice died away, and I knew that he was gone.
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