Frida; or, the lover's leap: a legend of the West Country: From "Slain by the Doones" by R. D. BlackmoreBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Frida; or, the lover's leap: a legend of the West Country: From "Slain by the Doones" by R. D. Blackmore
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Nevertheless, being governed as strong folk are by the gentle ones, the
worthy baron winked at little things which did not please him, and went
so far as to ask that noble spark to flash upon the natives of benighted
Devon. Lord Auberley was glad enough to retire for a season, both for
other reasons and because he saw that bitter fighting must be soon
expected. Hence it happened that the six great Flemish horses were
buckled to, early in September of the first year of the civil war, while
the king was on his westward march collecting men and money. The queen
was not expected back from the Continent for another month; there had
scarcely been for all the summer even the semblance of a court fit
to teach a maiden lofty carriage and cold dignity; so that Lord de
Wichehalse thought Sir Maunder Meddleby an oaf for sending him to
London.
But there was someone who had tasted strong delight and shuddering fear,
glowing hope and chill despair, triumph, shame, and all confusion of the
heart and mind and will, such as simple maidens hug into their blushing
chastity by the moonlight of first love. Frida de Wichehalse knew for
certain, and forever felt it settled, that in all the world of worlds
never had been any body, any mind, or even soul, fit to think of twice
when once you had beheld Lord Auberley.
His young lordship, on the whole, was much of the same opinion. Low
fellows must not have the honour to discharge their guns at him. He
liked the king, and really meant no harm whatever to his peace of mind
concerning his Henrietta; and, if the worst came to the worst, everyone
knew that out of France there was no swordsman fit to meet, even with
a rapier, the foil of Aubyn Auberley. Neither was it any slur upon his
loyalty or courage that he was now going westward from the world of
camps and war. It was important to secure the wavering De Wichehalse,
the leading man of all the coast, from Mine-head down to Hartland; so
that, with the full consent of all the king's advisers, Lord Auberley
left court and camp to press his own suit peacefully. What a difference
he found it to be here in mid-September, far away from any knowledge
of the world and every care; only to behold the manner of the trees
disrobing, blushing with a trembling wonder at the freedom of the winds,
or in the wealth of deep wood browning into rich defiance; only to
observe the colour of the hills, and cliffs, and glens, and the glory
of the sea underneath the peace of heaven, when the balanced sun was
striking level light all over them! And if this were not enough to
make a man contented with his littleness and largeness, then to see
the freshened Pleiads, after their long dip of night, over the eastern
waters twinkling, glad to see us all once more and sparkling to be
counted.
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