In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
I made answer that I was fully sensible on’t, but at the same time, I
felt myself overwhelmed by this great honour and place of trust that
was thrust upon me. And truly, I can’t even now refrain from wondering
at the hardihood wherewith his lordship placed me in a situation in
which, had I been only half so great a villain as my enemies declare
me, I might have acted even as they feign that I did. Yet I did not in
the smallest degree desire to retreat from the honour that was offered
me, for the blood leaped in my veins at the very thought that my arm
might defend Madam Heliodora, and I became aware that I almost longed
for a bloody assault to be made upon the town, that so I might die in
ensuring her safety. And I am sure that my face spake for me, and
conveyed what my stammering tongue could not utter, for his lordship
laughed pleasantly, saying--
“It is well. You accept of the trust--an’t it so? I had read in your
face, that not here should my confidence be betrayed. Are you skilled
in reading the nature of men from their faces, Mr Carlyon?”
“I fear not, my lord,” says I, and indeed, I had never thought of such
a thing.
“You will do well to cultivate the art,” says he. “’Tis one of those
matters wherein he that is born a statesman hath the advantage over
those that are only late become so. But now listen, if you please, to
the cautions I must needs lay upon you.”
And thereupon he gave me much counsel as to the manner in which I had
best carry myself towards the guard and towards the officers of the
garrison, and the precaution that ought to be observed against any
attempt from without, or treason from within. And having ended all his
admonitions, which I was sedulous to preserve, either in my mind or on
my tablets, he dismissed me, and I returning to the lodging, found
there Mr Marigny, who with his servant was busy packing his clothes
and other matters, for to go on board of the ships with my lord. And
telling him of his lordship’s condescension, and of the honour that he
purposed putting upon me, he straightway fell a-laughing, and for all
that I could do, would say naught but--
“My lord is an ingenious person.”
“Truly,” said I, “I must needs believe now what I had never
divined--namely, that he is also a most trustful and simple person.
How otherwise could he have advanced one that was an absolute stranger
to him unto such a place of trust--a trust that I would give my life
sooner than betray?”
“That is it which my lord has divined,” says he. “He reads faces, and
constitutions also, and ’twould seem that he has judged you as you
judge your own self. He is one of those that do never fear to take a
great risk when they are bent on a great purpose.”
“But what purpose hath his lordship in this?” I asked.
“Ah, that I can’t tell,” said he. “I don’t pretend to read my lord’s
face, still less his purposes.”
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