Lysbeth, a Tale of the DutchHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Lysbeth, a Tale of the Dutch
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Netherlands -- History -- House of Habsburg, 1477-1556 -- Fiction
“Up to the little Quarkel Mere, round the island in the middle of it,
and back to this spot, something over a league in all. Now, Señora,
speak to me no more at present, but hold fast and have no fear, for at
least I drive well, and my horse is sure-footed and roughed for ice.
This is a race that I would give a hundred gold pieces to win, since
your countrymen, who contend against me, have sworn that I shall lose
it, and I tell you at once, Señora, that grey horse will press me
hard.”
Following the direction of his glance, Lysbeth’s eye lit upon the next
sledge. It was small, fashioned and painted to resemble a grey badger,
that silent, stubborn, and, if molested, savage brute, which will not
loose its grip until the head is hacked from off its body. The horse,
which matched it well in colour, was of Flemish breed; rather a
raw-boned animal, with strong quarters and an ugly head, but renowned
in Leyden for its courage and staying power. What interested Lysbeth
most, however, was to discover that the charioteer was none other than
Pieter van de Werff, though now when she thought of it, she remembered
he had told her that his sledge was named the Badger. In his choice of
passenger she noted, too, not without a smile, that he showed his
cautious character, disdainful of any immediate glory, so long as the
end in view could be attained. For there in the sleigh sat no fine
young lady, decked out in brave attire, who might be supposed to look
at him with tender eyes, but a little fair-haired mate aged nine, who
was in fact his sister. As he explained afterwards, the rules provided
that a lady passenger must be carried, but said nothing of her age and
weight.
Now the competitors, eight of them, were in a line, and coming forward,
the master of the course, in a voice that every one might hear, called
out the conditions of the race and the prize for which it was to be
run, a splendid glass goblet engraved with the cross-keys, the Arms of
Leyden. This done, after asking if all were ready, he dropped a little
flag, whereon the horses were loosed and away they went.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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