Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
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Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
“Faith, I forgot to tell thee, captain,” rejoined Halyard; “but
the Dons boarded us this morning. They seemed to be satisfied,
after well overhauling us, that we were Scots; but, since then,
we have a great gun-boat anchored alongside of us, and I doubt
not are closely watched.”
“An’ the moon rise not quickly,” observed Hildebrand, “we may
baffle them.”
Halyard, whether because he was of a different opinion, or that
he conceived his sentiments to be unimportant, made no reply,
and they pursued their way in silence. After a short interval,
they came to the water-side, and passed directly to the beach.
Not a person was about, and the dark hulls of the shipping,
scattered here and there over the water, at various distances,
were the only objects that could be distinguished. After
progressing for a few minutes, however, the quick eyes of the
two Englishmen, used to maritime observation, discerned the less
striking outline of their boat. It was lying afloat, a length or
two out from the beach, with its oars--whether as a precaution
against surprise, or for some less obvious purpose--shipped for
service, and its coxswain stationed ready at the rudder.
A shrill whistle from Halyard, with a cry of “Boat ahoy!” uttered
in a low but distinct tone, reached the coxswain’s ears, and the
boat was instantly shot up to the beach. Halyard and Hildebrand,
as by a preconcerted arrangement, hereupon stepped on one side,
with the view of allowing the young Spaniard to pass in first;
but that person, by a negative inclination of his head, declined
the precedence, and waved them foremost.
While, in compliance with his wish, they were stepping into the
boat, the young cavalier turned round from the water, and glanced
earnestly over the indistinct lines of the city. It was his
native place; and though, if truly viewed, it might hold none who
had any claim on his affections, there habit must have fixed his
thoughts, and early associations have rooted his ambition.
Whatever were the ties that connected him with home, there was
something singularly distressing, to a sensitive mind, in the
prospect opened by their dismission. He was about to start
into the wide world--to discard the dearest impressions of
nature--to relinquish country, kindred, and birthright, and to
trust himself, wholly and unreservedly, to the protection and
companionship of strangers. How might not the confidence he
reposed in those persons be abused! National prejudice, and, what
was more influential, his religion, held them to be enemies; they
had been stigmatised as spies; they might be pirates. His lip
quivered--probably with hesitation--as the thought occurred to
him, and his noble bosom, which for his years displayed uncommon
volume, heaved sensibly.
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