Heiress of HaddonDoubleday, W. E. (William Elliott)
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Heiress of Haddon
Doubleday, W. E. (William Elliott)
Haddon Hall (England) -- Fiction; Vernon, Dorothy, -1584 -- Fiction
De la Zouch arrived at his castle soon after the party started from
Haddon, and although he had failed to lull the Vernons into a false
belief in his fidelity, yet he had put them on a wrong scent, and he
congratulated himself inasmuch as he had left behind him no strong
suspicion of the truth.
Simon Greenwood had retired to rest. Sir Henry was not expected home
so soon. Indeed, he had told his chamberlain confidentially that if
events progressed aright he should probably not return for a week or
maybe more, and the sudden return of his lord found the worthy deputy
in nowise prepared to meet him, and he had his good dame to thank
that, inasmuch as she had deprived him of liquor sufficient to make
him drunk, he was in no worse condition than he happened to be.
"Ha, Simon," exclaimed the knight, as that functionary put in an
appearance, "I am back again, you see."
"Troth, and in good time, too, my lord."
"Aye, I have come pretty quick, I assure you. The birds are safe, eh?"
"Safe enough, I would stake my head on that."
"That's right, I knew I could trust you, Simon. I am hungry though,
and by all the saints in the calendar, I am sore and stiff as well. I
am injured, too, for my horse fell down with me and crushed my leg."
"You look it, my lord, and worse," exclaimed Dame Greenwood. "You look
badly hurt."
"Ah, my own fault, my own fault; I have been a fool. Eustace himself
could not have ridden worse. Where is Eustace, I have not seen him
yet?"
Simon looked inquiringly at his better half, and to his discomfiture,
she stolidly returned the glance. Neither of them appeared to know
anything of his whereabouts. In the scuffle and worry of the time he
had been forgotten, and they had to make the best defence they could.
"Methinks he is paying a visit to some fair damsel of the town, Sir
Henry, with his dulcimer," suggested the dame. "I saw him with the
music some while before the gates were closed."
"He was prating this and that to me, my lord," added Simon, who found
his tongue at length, "until I threatened to whip him. He sneaked away
quick enough then, ha, ha!"
"Ha, ha!" laughed the knight, as he divested himself, with Simon's
aid, of his riding coat, "he would order thee about, eh? But, by my
faith, man, I am hungry, I swear. I am quite ready to sup when I have
seen my prisoners."
Dame Greenwood took the hint and went out to procure the meal. "Sir
Henry is in wonderful good humour to-night," she murmured, "and 'tis a
good thing, too for Simon, that he is. What a fool he would be without
me," and comforting herself with this reflection, she hastened to obey
her lord's behests.
"Dorothy is in the tower?" asked Sir Henry as he ravenously fell upon
his meal. "How is she now? Proud, I suppose, eh?"
"Humph! well enough, though a trifle obstinate."
"Well, we will go and see her. And Manners, what of him?"
"Ha! high and haughty. Rides the high horse, my lord. Has friends at
Court and friends all around coming to release him."
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