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
But there was, he knew, no hope of the demon absconding, or
being transported to the remote locality alluded to, until the
horseshoe should be fixed on the kitchen-door; and therefore,
trusting that Abigail would not fail to keep a good watch, he
proceeded to take the preliminary and foremost step in this great
undertaking.
Turning his face towards the back of Abigail, a pace or two in
her rear, he lowered his head to a level with her waist; and,
drawing one of the hind legs of Dobbin between his own legs,
raised it up, with the foot uppermost, so as to view the shoe.
Meantime, Abigail, with commendable caution, swung her poker
round, on either side, as far as her arm would reach, and this
rendered any intrusion of the demon almost an impossibility. But
how can mortals, however skilled in charms, expect to be able to
cope with demons? The very precaution which, in the simplicity of
her nature, Abigail considered inductive to success, and a bar
to every demoniacal approach, was destined to be the engine of
their overthrow. While the trembling Zedekiah was yet surveying
Dobbin’s shoe, preparatory to commencing operations, Abigail,
in swinging round the poker, dealt the poor horse a tremendous
blow in the ribs, and let the poker rebound from her hand. Dobbin
struck out instantly, and, with a spirit which seemed scarcely
his own, kicked Zedekiah bodily forward, knocking down both
him and Abigail at one and the same time. This done, he gave
utterance to a neigh of triumph, and cantered gaily into his
stable.
Zedekiah was on his feet in a moment. He had no doubt, from
what had passed, that the demon had baffled the precaution of
Abigail, and was about to visit them with summary vengeance. His
terror was excessive; but it did not blind him to the fact, as he
thought it, that his safety lay in flight; and, therefore, on
gaining his feet, he made off at his last speed.
He kept on his course till he came to the outer boundary of the
front garden, where a gate, which had formerly been protected
by a porter’s lodge, but at this time was wholly unguarded,
opened into the high-road. Here, as it was some distance from
the stable, he ventured to halt, and sought to recover his
interrupted breath.
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