Great Britain -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"You speak well, my son," said he, "and at one time I should have gone
with you. Nor do I set any great value by doctrine. But you are young
and the blood is still rich in your veins and the world seems a fair
place, with many brave things to be achieved. But I am old and have
seen the folly of all things, how love is only a delusion and honour a
catchword and loyalty a mockery. And as the things of earth slip away
from me, and the glory of my strength departs, I see more clearly the
exceeding greatness of the things of God. And as my eyes cease to be
set on earth, I see more nearly the light of that better country which
is an heavenly. So I love to bide in these dark moors where the pomp of
the world comes not, among men of grave conversation, for I have leisure
and a fitting place to meditate upon the things to come."
"It may be," said I, "that some day I also be of your way of thinking.
At present the world, though the Devil is more loose in it than I love,
seems to me so excellent that I would pluck the heart of it before I
condemn it. But God grant that I may never lose sight of the beauty of
His kingdom."
"Amen to that," said the old man very reverently.
Truly, my thoughts on things were changing. Here was I in the very
stronghold of the fanatics, and in the two chief, the old man and Master
Lockhart, I found a reasonable mind and lofty purpose. And thus I have
ever found it, that the better sort of the Covenanters were the very
cream of Scots gentlefolk, and that ’twas only in the _canaille_ that
the gloomy passion of fanatics was to be found.
Meantime Nicol, who cared for none of these things, was teaching the
child how to play at the cat’s garterns.
CHAPTER VII
HOW TWO OF HIS MAJESTY’S SERVANTS MET WITH THEIR DESERTS
The next morn broke fair and cloudless, and ere the sun was up I was
awake, for little time must be lost if we sought to win to Smitwood ere
the pursuit began. The folk of the cave were early risers, for the need
for retiring early to rest made them so; and we broke our fast with a
meal of cakes and broiled fish almost before daylight. Then I went out
to enjoy the fresh air, for it was safe enough to be abroad at that
hour. Nothing vexed the still air on the green hillside save the
flapping peewits and the faint morning winds.
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