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
A great lump came into my throat. When all others had deserted me,
there still remained one friend, who was with me to the last.
"I am glad that in my life I have been able to be of service to thee,"
I replied. "'Twill perhaps balance that long list of errors and harm
that I have brought to many. The memory of it will be sweet to me at
the last. Give my best wishes and regards to thy wife, and tell her
that she has chosen well. Farewell!"
Stepping closer to me he looked around him; the jailer stood in the
hall, fumbling impatiently with his keys.
"Do not despair," he whispered in my ear hurriedly. "Thy friends will
not see thee die. Be watchful." And with this he hurried from the
room; a wave of the hand to me, and then the great door creaked on its
hinges, and I was alone.
I threw myself upon my bed. What did Steele mean when he said that my
friends would not see me die? Perhaps they would make one more attempt
to persuade the Queen to pardon me. They did not know her as I did, if
they had the courage to try again. Her mind when once made up was as
adamant, and they might probably go to the gallows for their pains;
for Elizabeth was of an imperious temper, and brooked no restraint. He
could only mean to use persuasion; they could do nothing by force,
even though he could raise a band who were so reckless as to attack the
Tower. Its walls were high and strong, and were garrisoned by hardy
veterans commanded by a warworn general, who had only to hold them at
bay for a few moments, until reënforcements arrived from the city.
Perhaps he only meant to cheer my spirits, and to arouse me from the
gloom into which I had fallen.
An hour passed; a man knocked at the door, but he bore only a message
from old Sir Henry, saying that a priest waited below to pray with me,
should I desire it.
"No," I answered, "tell him that I shall have no sniveling priest
around me. If I die, it shall be like a man, undaunted and unafraid."
And I turned my face to the wall.
Below in the courtyard I could hear the sound of hammer and saw, as
they reared the gallows on which to-morrow I would take my last leap.
The workmen with jest and laughter were discussing the execution. "He
will meet it like a man," I heard one say, "for old Giles told me that
he fought the Dons like a demon."
It availed me little now, I thought as I lay there; my life's book
was about to be finished and closed, and they would forget that I had
fought for my land, and risked my life in her cause.
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