Micah Clarke: His Statement as made to his three grandchildren Joseph, Gervas and Reuben During the Hard Winter of 1734Doyle, Arthur Conan
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Micah Clarke: His Statement as made to his three grandchildren Joseph, Gervas and Reuben During the Hard Winter of 1734
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Grandparent and child -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
‘Then, your Majesty,’ said I, ‘I would offer myself as a fitting
messenger in this matter. My father bid me spare neither life nor limb
in this quarrel, and if this honourable council thinks that the Duke
may be gained over, I am ready to guarantee that the message shall be
conveyed to him if man and horse can do it.’
‘I’ll warrant that no better herald could be found,’ cried Saxon. ‘The
lad hath a cool head and a staunch heart.’
‘Then, young sir, we shall accept your loyal and gallant offer,’ said
Monmouth. ‘Are ye all agreed, gentlemen, upon the point?’ A murmur of
assent rose from the company.
‘You shall draw up the paper, Wade. Offer him money, a seniority amongst
the dukes, the perpetual Presidentship of Wales--what you will, if you
can but shake him. If not, sequestration, exile, and everlasting infamy.
And, hark ye! you can enclose a copy of the papers drawn up by Van
Brunow, which prove the marriage of my mother, together with the
attestations of the witnesses. Have them ready by to-morrow at daybreak,
when the messenger may start.’ (Note H, Appendix.)
‘They shall be ready, your Majesty,’ said Wade.
‘In that case, gentlemen,’ continued King Monmouth, ‘I may now dismiss
ye to your posts. Should anything fresh arise I shall summon ye again,
that I may profit by your wisdom. Here we shall stay, if Sir Stephen
Timewell will have us, until the men are refreshed and the recruits
enrolled. We shall then make our way Bristolwards, and see what luck
awaits us in the North. If Beaufort comes over all will be well.
Farewell, my kind friends! I need not tell ye to be diligent and
faithful.’
The council rose at the King’s salutation, and bowing to him they began
to file out of the Castle hall. Several of the members clustered round
me with hints for my journey or suggestions as to my conduct.
‘He is a proud, froward man,’ said one. ‘Speak humbly to him or he will
never hearken to your message, but will order you to be scourged out of
his presence.’
‘Nay, nay!’ cried another. ‘He is hot, but he loves a man that is a
man. Speak boldly and honestly to him, and he is more like to listen to
reason.’
‘Speak as the Lord shall direct you,’ said a Puritan. ‘It is His message
which you bear as well as the King’s.’
‘Entice him out alone upon some excuse,’ said Buyse, ‘then up and away
mit him upon your crupper. Hagelsturm! that would be a proper game.’
‘Leave him alone,’ cried Saxon. ‘The lad hath as much sense as any of
ye. He will see which way the cat jumps. Come, friend, let us make our
way back to our men.’
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