Idonia: A Romance of Old LondonWallis, Arthur Frederick
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Idonia: A Romance of Old London
Wallis, Arthur Frederick
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
We conversed in this strain from time to time; but ordinarily kept
silence. By the running out of a cable, we knew that we were come into
that harbour the seaman spoke of, and momently looked for the trap
above in the deck to be opened, and ourselves to be haled out to our
dooms. A curious sense of unreality came over me in this interval, yet
joined to a minute perception of all that passed, as though I could
actually see the same with my eyes. For I seemed to detect the
departure of our Captain, that went ashore; I heard the rattle of the
oars against the pins as he was rowed off. Later, I understood that he
was returned again, and with him another, whose step upon the deck was
firm and stately. His spurs jangled as he moved. "It is the Governor
of this Port," I said to myself, "and they debate of treason together."
The most of the crew hung about amidships; the principal persons being
upon the quarterdeck, and there remaining a great while. Some little
movement as of men dissatisfied, I noted later; and then there was the
business of the Governor's leaving us, I supposed to consult with
others, his lieutenants, upon the quay.
Presently I was startled by the firing of a cannon, which made our ship
to reel as she would have split, and there was trampling and shouted
words of command. Spurrier's bargain had failed.
"They had best have left it," said my uncle with a sneering laugh, when
he saw how things had gone. "A greedy boastful knave as Spurrier is,
none will be matched with. I know this Governor well, if this place we
be come to be, as I think, Puerto Real. 'Twas his brother I slew, Don
Florida. He would inquire after him, like enough, and wherefore he had
not returned into Spain, to which Spurrier would answer him astray and
then lie to mend it; a paltry bungler as he is! I might have played
this hand through, Denis, had I chosen. But being no traitor I would
not. Well, let them look to their stakes!"
It may appear a strange thing, but 'tis true, that our old animosity
had quite sunk between us and although we used no particular courtesy
in our scanted speech, yet my uncle and I nevertheless found (I
believe) an equal pleasure in our enforced companionship. In the
presence of almost certain death, whether men fear or contemn it, there
is in the mere thought of it a compelling quality that directs the mind
to it only; and where two minds be thus constrained to the same point,
along whatever paths they may have moved, there is of necessity a kind
of sympathy betwixt them, and a resolution of their differences in that
common attent.
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