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
"Go into my cabin, and bring my gold-hilted Toledo blade," DeNortier
commanded.
The rogue turned, and walked toward the cabin. In a few minutes he
returned, bringing with him a splendid gold-hilted sword.
The Count took it from him, and drawing the long, bright blade from its
sheath, turned to me with a bow.
"Allow me to present thee with this sword in lieu of thine own, which
was unfortunately lost the night thou wert brought on board. It is of
the finest steel, and, I am sure, could be in the hands of no more
gallant gentleman."
I bowed in reply, as I took the sword from him.
"I thank thee," I said, "and hope that it will not be dishonored in my
hands."
"I am sure it will not," he answered. "But it is time that we were
on shore," and he walked forward to where the canoe lay. Together we
descended the ladder and stepped into the boat.
The natives bent their muscles to the task; the paddles flew, and the
canoe passed rapidly through the water to a spot which seemed suited
for landing, and where a little throng of the Indians, both men and
women, together with a few of the pirates, awaited us.
The canoe grated upon the beach, and treading our way through the
crowd of Indians, who stood with bent heads as we passed by, we took a
well-beaten path which led through the trees, and after about fifteen
minutes' brisk walking turned a corner and passed into a broad, level
savannah, carpeted with long luxuriant grass.
A long, low building stretched to the left, rough and unpainted; while
to the right there arose a splendid mansion, many-windowed, with broad,
white pillars--stately and magnificent it stood, looking like a pearl
among swine.
The Count noticed the surprise depicted upon my face.
"Be not dismayed," he said. "It is but my poor home; for though shut
off in some sense from the world, I yet manage to enjoy some of the
good things of the flesh. The world has contributed to my comfort and
the furnishings of yonder house. Italy has given us of her sculpture
and painting; England, our furniture and tapestry; Spain, our wine
and goblets; from Venice have come our carpets and tableware; the
Netherlands have given us linen and clothing; from Portugal have come
our gold and silverware. I have managed to make my brief stays here not
unpleasant. Yonder is the barrack for the men," he said, pointing to
the rough, unfinished building, which stood to the left.
As we came nearer to the mansion, one of the Indians, detaching himself
from the group of servants on the steps, ran forward to greet his
master. As he reached us, he caught DeNortier's hand and carried it to
his lips, crying out a few words in the same musical language which the
native who first came aboard the vessel had spoken.
The pirate answered in the same tongue, and turning to me, said:
"Thou seest that I have something human in me after all; these poor
dogs worship the very ground that I walk upon."
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