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
Anonymous
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
The horseman was of a tall person, which was the more in his
favour as, from early exercise, the muscles of his fine broad
chest were fully developed, and all his well-turned limbs
denoted unity and power. He was attired in grave habits, cut
in the fashion of the age, which was that of Elizabeth; yet
his erect and soldier-like bearing, more conspicuous from
his being mounted, betokened that he had not always worn the
garments of peace, but had at some time followed the noble
profession of arms. A long basket-hilted sword, of the kind
called cut-and-thrust, hung at his left side; and a small valise
(seemingly made to hold a change of raiment, and probably the
appurtenances of his toilet), which was fastened to the back of
his saddle, completed his equipment.
He sat his horse with much grace, and with that union of ease and
dignity, joined to flexity of limb, which denoted no less the
perfect horseman, than the true and polished gentleman.
A slight breeze had risen with the evening, and as he had
probably ridden some distance, and the day had been warm, the
horseman rode along at a gentle pace, in order that he might
enjoy more fully, and with greater ease, the fresh free air that
played around him. As he passed along, his eye glanced wistfully
over the country on either side, seeming to take in, every now
and then, some well-known and agreeable object, that called
a brighter lustre to his eye, and often a smile to his lip.
Occasionally the notes of a blackbird, or some other feathered
songster, would draw his attention to the bush that bordered the
road, and which was now adorned with many a wreath of the wild
dog-rose, and the varied greens of the hawthorn and blackberry.
Then his feelings, responding to the cheering melody, would
manifest a new and more sensible buoyancy, and spread over his
manly face a glow of earnest pleasure.
Thus he rode leisurely along, when, as he approached a
secluded-looking by-road, his ear was saluted by the report
of a pistol, followed by a shrill scream; and this incident
induced him to bring his horse to a stand. But after a moment’s
hesitation he pushed forward again, and, clapping spurs to his
horse, passed at a smart pace down the contiguous by-road, whence
the sounds that had alarmed him seemed to have emanated.
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