Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction
Hall's head man, the steward of the estate, was among them, he too
having come from a place of concealment as soon as warned that the
troops had taken departure. Different from the rest, he was on
horseback. Nor did he alight. Instead, after getting their report,
from such of the house-servants as had been there all the while and
heard everything, he reined about and rode off again. Not to follow the
retiring Parliamentarians, but in quite the contrary direction.
So, while Massey and his troops were on the march from High Meadow,
apparently _en route_ for Gloucester, a man--this same steward--was
riding down the Kymin at a breakneck pace, the bearer of glad news to
the Governor of Monmouth.
CHAPTER FORTY FOUR.
OUT IN THE STORM.
Though clear and placid had been the sky when the two colonels stood by
the Buckstone, in a few hours after it was all clouded. Night had
descended, but in addition to its natural darkness, the white fleecy
cumuli along the western horizon had turned black at the setting of the
sun; then rolled upward, overspreading heaven's whole canopy as with a
pall. But the obscurity was not continuous. The extreme sultriness of
the day had disturbed the electrical equilibrium of the atmosphere,
resulting in a thunderstorm of unusual violence. At intervals vivid
sheets of lightning illumined the firmament, while red zig-zagging
bolts, like arrows on fire, pierced the opaque clouds, bringing down
rain as at the Deluge.
Between the flashes all was darkness; so dense that a traveller on the
Forest roads must needs stop till the blaze came again, else run the
risk of straying from the track, possibly to bring up against the trunk
of a tree. But it was a night on which no traveller would think of
venturing forth, and one already on the road would make for the nearest
shelter.
Yet were there traveller abroad, or at least men on horseback, who
neither sought this nor seemed to regard the raging elements. About a
mile from High Meadow House, on the Coleford Road, a party of four might
be seen seated in the saddle under a spreading tree. That they were not
sheltering from the rain could be told by its pouring down upon them
through the leaves quickly as elsewhere, and their being already wet to
the skin. Shadow, for concealment, was evidently their object, though
at intervals the lightning interfered with it. But they were in such
position as to command a view of the road, and any one coming along it,
before being themselves observed. As now and then the blue electric
light gleamed around them, it could be seen that they were in uniform--
an officer and three common troopers, one with trumpet in hand--while
their attitude of listening proclaimed them on picket duty. A vidette
it was, stationed to watch the approaches and give warning to a larger
force.
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