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
"Some of these things I took from vessels upon the seas; some I
obtained when I raided the South American coasts, the spoils of
monasteries and cathedrals; some I bought in Europe and sent in
merchant vessels, which I met as I did the 'Betsy' and transferred to
my own ship. It has been the work of several years, but it is well
worth the price. Some day, when I tire of war and bloodshed, I shall
come back here, and pass the remainder of my life in this lovely spot,
with the song of the bird and the odor of the rose. Allow me to fill
thy glass." And he poured me out another goblet, and refilled his own.
"And now as we talk," I said, "what of myself? Of what advantage am I
to thee? Why not release me and let me go back to England?"
"Release thee? No; my dear sir, not yet. Did I not give up a Spanish
maiden, a jewel of the West, to have the pleasure of thy company?
Wouldst thou deprive me of it so soon, and bought with such a price?
Cruel! Cruel!" and he laughed again.
"But of what advantage am I here to thee? I am not gold; thou canst not
melt me into shining coin."
"No," the pirate answered, looking at me narrowly, "I cannot melt
thee--but there are other things. I offered thee a place beneath me, to
be my right-hand man----"
"Which I refused," I interrupted. "Dost thou take me for a child, one
day to refuse an offer, the next to accept it? I credited thee with
more wisdom."
A dark look had spread over the sea rover's face, accentuating the thin
lips and dark overhanging brows. His eyes glittered; he reminded me of
a snake as it rears back to strike its victim.
He spoke thickly: "Thou canst not say that I have not done my best to
save thee from thy own folly. Join me, thou art safe; refuse me----"
and he shrugged his shoulders. "Thou hast powerful enemies, wouldst
thou refuse an ally?"
He had drank several glasses to my one. Twice, during our
conversation, had the soft-footed native replaced with full bottles the
empty ones upon the table, as DeNortier finished them.
I waited until the Indian disappeared before I spoke.
What meant the pirate, when he said powerful enemies? Might not this
explain my abduction and detention in this place? I would see whether
he would not say more, under the generous influence of the wine.
"Is that so?" I answered. "I know not what thou meanest by powerful
enemies; such a thing as that might change my resolution."
But he would not be drawn out. Evidently alarmed by what he had said,
he arose unsteadily from the couch.
"Think on what I have said," he replied, as he turned toward the door;
"perhaps thou mayest yet come with me." And turning a deaf ear to all
my endeavors to detain him, he walked out of the door, bidding me
remain where I was.
I still reclined on the couch after DeNortier had passed out of the
room. I was tired, my limbs ached, and the wine had produced a pleasant
torpor which sapped my energy.
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