Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Juvenile fiction
"'Twill be three years agone, come Eastertide, that dear Jettchen fell
into a lingering sickness. She was in great fear for me, for she knew
that there was none to stand my friend when she was gone. But while
she was thus troubled, there came to her a cousin, Claus Hinkel, a
kind, true soul that had been for years a soldier in the army of the
Emperor. He promised Jettchen that he would take me into England, to my
kinsfolk there, and so she died with her heart at peace. God rest her!
She was kinder to me than any in all this world."
For a little time after that Rupert sat blinking fast. Merrylips did
not like to speak to him in words, but timidly she laid her hand on
his, and he did not withdraw it.
"I was a very little boy," he broke out suddenly, "and foolish--and so
was poor Claus!--to think 'twas an easy task we went upon. First of
all, we had no money, for my nurse's kindred seized on all she owned.
So for a winter I dwelt with Claus in camp in Bohemia, while he put by
money for our journey into England. And there was one in the ranks, a
broken Englishman, who was good-natured, and such time as he was sober,
taught me my father's tongue and told me much of England.
"At last in the spring, we set out across the seas. For we had heard
rumors that there would be war in this country. War was Claus Hinkel's
trade, and he thought to maintain us with his sword, should we be a
long time in finding my kinsfolk. But we did not think to be long
about it. We were right hopeful!
"'Twas at Brighthelmstone we landed, and hard by, in a town called
Lewes, we went unto a gentleman, a magistrate, to whom the country
folk directed us. I asked him whereabout in England the Lucases were
dwelling. The talking fell to me, thou dost understand, for Claus had
little mastery of English. But this gentleman did but laugh and bid us
be off, and the next to whom we did apply was angry and threatened to
set us in the stocks for landleapers and vagrants.
"Then we were afraid, so we stayed to question no more, but hastened
northward, as fast as we could travel. And that was not fast, for I was
sickening with a fever. So we came, as thou knowest, unto Larkland and
oh! what a good rest I had that night, in a fair bed with sheets, and I
dreamed my mother came unto me.
"But Claus was in great fear, for the lady of Larkland asked him many
questions. And he, that knew little of English, and remembered the
angry magistrate that had threatened us with the stocks, thought that
harm was meant unto us. In the early dawn he roused me, saying that
we must get thence. And I was stronger, for I had slept sweetly those
hours, so I rose and went forth at his side.
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