Monmouth, James Scott, Duke of, 1649-1685 -- Fiction
The next thing which I remember was coming out of the mob with the
waggons just behind me, going at a smart pace to a position on the
army's right. The road was pretty full of all sorts of people; but as
we shouted for them to clear the way, they made a lane for us. I saw the
Duke's little clump of staff-officers on a pitch of rising ground, but
there was no firing; only a noise of many voices singing. Just as we
were about to turn off the road into the fields behind our right wing,
I saw the little old lame puppet-man sitting on a donkey by the ditch
at the side of the road. I shouted to the drivers to pass on, which they
did, at full tilt, while I drew rein by the old man's side. “Aurelia,” I
said, “this is no place for you. Do get away from here before they find
you out.”
“Why,” she said, very calmly, in the broad burring man's voice which
she imitated so exactly. “I be come 'ere to find you out. You'm going to
your death, boy. You get out of this 'ere army afore you're took. I
tell ee thy Duke be a doomed man. Look at en's face. Why, boy, there be
eleven thousand soldiers a-marching to put er down. You've only a got
a quarter of that lot. Come out of en, boy. Do-an't ee be led wrong.” I
was touched by her kind thought for me; she was risking her life for
me for the second time, but in the hurry of the moment I could not put
words together to thank her.
“Aurelia,” I said, “I can't talk to you now. Only get out of this. Don't
stay here. I'm all right.”
“No, Martin,” she said, in her ordinary voice, “you're not all right.
Come out of this. Slip away tonight to Newenham Abbey. It be over there,
not more than a couple of miles. Oh, come, come. I can't bear to see you
going away to certain death. I KNOW that this force cannot win.”
“Yes, Aurelia,” I answered. “But I'm not going to be a hang-back for all
that. I'm not going to be a coward. You risk a horrible death, only to
tell me not to do the same. You wouldn't give up a cause you believed
in, merely because it was dangerous. I'll stick by my master, Aurelia.
Don't try to tempt me.”
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