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
"Ah, Sir Thomas!" he said, "did I not have other plans on foot, I would
meet thee here, and once and for all settle all matters of difference
between us; but mighty reasons, which I have already stated to thee,
forbid me from doing so. Should I by any mischance fall by thy sword,
it would be a shame that the loveliest lady of England should weep out
her eyes in sorrow at my untimely fate. Even now I go back to England
to her kisses. I trust that thy stay upon the island may not prove
unprofitable, and should time hang heavy on thy hands, perchance thou
mightst amuse thyself with the thought of the bright lady in my arms.
Farewell!" And he stepped into the boat.
"Dog!" I cried, rushing forward, "wait but one moment, and thou shalt
hold no lady in thy foul arms again."
The priest, who had stood quietly on the sand, intending I suppose to
see my lord off, at the first sound of my voice had pushed by Dunraven
and sprang into the boat. Now as I ran forward, he cried:
"Wouldst thou wait for him? He is a fiend in disguise. Did I not lock
him up, and has he not broken loose? Push off!--for the love of God
push off!" his voice rising to a shriek as I neared them.
The boatmen needed no second bidding; plainly they feared the cold
steel in my hand, for in a twinkle they had pushed off, and bent their
backs to the oars with a will. When I reached the spot where my lord
had stepped on board, they were fifty feet or more from me.
I hesitated for one moment, sorely tempted to spring into the surf and
swim after them; but angered as I was, calm common sense came to my
rescue. I was burdened with my steel breastplate and sword, and could
not overtake the light boat manned by four sturdy seamen; even though
I should, it would mean certain death to me. Six men to one, and he in
the water; so I stood and watched them pull away.
Oh for a musketoon! I could have picked off my lord, as he sat in the
stern facing me, as easily as I would a hare.
And even as I stood there upon the shore, biting my lips with rage to
see them so easily glide out of my reach, my lord arose, and sweeping
his hat from his head, bowed. "Adieu!" he said. "May thy dreams be
pleasant. I shall remember thee to my lady," and he took his seat with
a smile upon his face.
The boat dwindled down into a speck upon the water; still I stood there
silent. Dunraven seemed ever to escape me, as I had my hand upon his
throat. What meant he when he said that he returned to England? Did he
speak truth, or was it but some lie to throw me off his track while he
remained here to watch my movements?
Was the priest his spy kept here but to watch me, and perhaps the
Spaniard also, and report all that we did or said? It seemed so from
the diary that I had read. Perhaps Dunraven distrusted the Count as
much as he did me, and was keeping an eye on us both.
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