Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the road — John Shaqi
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
"Even so," I answered boldly, feeling that by happy chance I had
stumbled upon an excellent excuse for my presence and interest. "We
have heard in Edinburgh that you were on your way hither with
warrants for the execution of the Earl of Clanranald and other rebels
against His Majesty."
"Faith, sir," was the reply, "my name, my history, and business seem
well enough known in these parts. And how, may I ask, was this news
bruited abroad?"
"Express riders from the south have stated that you were charged with
the delivery of the King's warrants for those high enough for His
Majesty to take personal interest in," I answered promptly.
"'Fore God, sir," exclaimed Sir Hugh, laughing lightly, "with that
rumour running ahead of me, I wonder some one did not endeavour to
despoil me of my warrants in the interest of the condemned!"
"Sir," said I, "we are all loyal men in these parts."
I smiled as I spoke.
"Since Sedgemoor," returned the captain, sharing in my amusement.
"Ay, since Sedgemoor, and I believe there is no man in Scotland would
molest you."
"But the adherents of Clanranald? I mention him since he is of the
greater rank," he asked curiously.
I shrugged my shoulders. 'Twas excellent well done i' faith. I
doubt if Mistress Nell Gwynn herself could have acted better.
Although my heart was beating like to choke me, I gave no outward
sign.
"He hath made his bed," I said, with what affectation of indifference
I could muster, "let him lie upon it."
"'Tis like to be a long sleep then," returned my captain grimly, "for
the warrant spells his death."
"So we have heard," said I.
I had to bite my lip and turn away for the moment, but I put such
iron constraint upon myself as enabled me to awaken no suspicion in
the captain's mind.
"Poor gentleman!" he said, after a little pause. "I never had errand
that I liked less to discharge. But this work does not interest you,
young sir."
Oh, did it not? I never was so interested in all my life.
"Nor did I break upon your solitude to discuss the King's business or
my own. I learned from the landlord that a guest had preceded me,
and that a gentleman had ordered supper who sat in loneliness out
here, whence I made bold to interrupt your reverie and propose that
we should share the table. I have had so little society since
entering Scotland that I pine for a little free intercourse with my
equals. Most gentlemen have avoided me, due perhaps to the rumour of
which you speak."
"You are very welcome to such poor companionship as I can give you,"
said I. "And indeed, as I told you, I had come here to seek you with
view to entering the King's service. I'm a gentleman of some small
fortune. They call me the Laird of Lochnaven."
"Your age, young sir?" said the captain, surveying me thoughtfully.
"My age!" I exclaimed, with a woman's natural reluctance to declare
it. "Is it necessary that I...?"
The captain threw back his head and laughed boisterously.
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