Monmouth, James Scott, Duke of, 1649-1685 -- Fiction
“Still,” said Lane, “don't think that your imprisonment with us would be
unpleasant. If you would rather not join us, you have only to say so.
We shall then send you over to Holland, where you will, no doubt,
find plenty of boats with which to amuse yourself. You will be kept in
Holland till a certain much-wished event takes place, about the middle
of June. After that you will be brought back here to your uncle who, by
that time, will have forgiven you.”
“That's a very pretty ladder you made,” said the Duke. “You've evidently
lived among sailors.”
“Among fishermen mostly, your Majesty,” I said “My father was rector in
the Broads country.” I knew from his remark that someone had been across
to my uncle's house to remove all traces of my bridge. My ladder, I
knew, would now be dangling from my window, to show by which way I had
escaped.
“We want you, Hyde,” Mr. Jermyn said. “That is--we shall want you in
the event of your joining us, to be our messenger to the West. You will
travel continually from Holland to the West of England, generally to the
country near Taunton, but sometimes to Exeter, sometimes still further
to the West. You will carry letters sewn into the flap of your leather
travelling satchel. You will travel alone by your own name, giving out,
in case any one should ask you, that you are going to one of certain
people, whose names will be given to you. There will be no danger to
yourself; for the persons to whom you will be sent are not suspected;
indeed one of them is a clergyman. We think that a boy will have less
difficulty in getting about the country in its present state than any
man, provided, of course, that you travel by different routes on each
journey. If, however, by some extraordinary chance, you should be caught
with these letters in your wallet, we shall take steps to bring you off;
for we have a good deal of power, in one way or another, by which we
get things done. Still, it may well fall out, Hyde, in spite of all
our care, that you will come into the hands of men with whom we have no
influence. If you should, (remember, it is quite possible) you will be
transported to serve in one of the Virginian or West Indian plantations.
That will be the end of you as far as we are concerned. We shan't
be able to help you then. If you think the cause is right, join us,
provided that you do not think the risks too great.”
“If all goes well,” said the Duke, “if the summer should prove
prosperous, I may be able to reward a faithful servant, even if he is
only a boy.”
“I will serve your Majesty gladly,” I answered. “I should like to join
your service.”
“Very well then, Jermyn,” he said, rising swiftly on his way to the
door; “bring him on board at once.”
“We're off to Holland tonight, in the schooner there,” said Mr. Jermyn.
“So put these biscuits in your pocket. Give him another glass of wine,
Falk. Now, then. Good-bye, Lane. Good-bye everybody.”
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