Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the roadBrady, Cyrus Townsend
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Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the road
Brady, Cyrus Townsend
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- James II, 1685-1688 -- Fiction; Romance fiction
You see from this that I had studied French. Indeed, I was much
better educated than the majority of my sex, to whom all learning
save the simplest was a sealed book. My father had taken interest in
me to teach me things, and I even knew where that quotation from
Master Shakespeare came which my advocate had used, for my Lord and I
had read the plays together and liked them well.
Slipping a coin into the horse-boy's hand, I stepped by the side of
my horse, patted him a few moments, fondled him to make his
acquaintance, wished that I had brought a bit of sugar for him, but
made up for that default by my tender usage of him. Then I sprang
lightly to the saddle and cantered slowly down the alley.
I was entirely familiar with Edinburgh and I easily avoided the main
highways, taking alleys and by-streets, until I came to the gate in
the city wall which gave out to the east, or Dunbar Road. Doubtless
I made a fine sight with my handsome clothes, my easy bearing, my
youthful face and my gallant steed. The soldiers at the gate,
thinking they had to do with a wealthy gentleman, saluted as I
passed, and I took some comfort in acknowledging, with a careless
wave of my gauntleted hand, their respective duties.
By rights I should have been accompanied by a servant on another
horse, but I did not stay long enough to let any question me for that
lack, for so soon as I was clear of the town, and a turn of the road
hid me from possible observation and scrutiny by the soldiers, I put
spurs to my horse. Indeed a word would have been sufficient, but the
spurs were upon my boots and I touched him with one. His bound
nearly unseated me, by the way.
I was minded to distance possible pursuit by putting a long space
between me and the town as soon as possible. There were two roads
before me that led westerly; one crookedly along the shore, and the
other inland a mile or so. The shore road was the more frequented,
the broader and better highway; it was also somewhat longer, since it
followed the windings of the coast, while that inland, through wooded
and farming country and over the hills, was straighter, shorter, and
more direct. It was also much less travelled, and therefore I was
less apt to meet with question and more apt to avoid pursuit, should
any be made. Accordingly, I chose the inland way. The two roads met
at a place called Musselburgh, and from thence the way ran directly
along the shore to the tavern where I confidently expected to meet my
friend.
I was an astonishingly good horseman--how I dropped into the
masculine in talking of myself, I thought!--and I knew that, if I
pushed my horse too hard at the first, he would be spent for the rest
of the day. Therefore, after going perhaps five or six miles at a
rapid pace, I checked him, and thereafter proceeded in a more
reasonable way.
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