Which he got, with his liberty, and more--far too much being conceded by his generous conqueror--permitted to march out, bag and baggage, with a long retinue of bullies, sycophants, and strumpets, leaving behind a longer list of victims, among them the ill-starred Clarisse Lalande. As he passed away from the place he had made a "place of bawdry," it was amid jeers and bitter curses. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A scene pleasanter to describe--one more congenial to honest pen-- occurred shortly after in the sister city of Gloucester, within its ancient Cathedral, at whose altar simultaneously stood four couples in the act of being made man and wife. Wedded they were, and their names entered in the big book of marriage registry; from which the writer does not deem it necessary to copy them _verbatim_. Enough to give them as already known to the reader; the brides being Sabrina and Vaga Powell, Winifred, and Gwenthian; their respective bridegrooms Colonel Sir Richard Walwyn, Captain Eustace Trevor, Sergeant Wilde, and Trumpeter Hubert. While being made happy, amid the many joyous faces around, one alone wore a cast of sadness, yet with resignation--that of Reginald Trevor, still living. For the shot which struck him out of his saddle on the flooded causeway of Framilode had but wounded him, and he was well again. In body, not spirit; for within his heart was a wound that might never be well. He had suffered bitterly, was still suffering; but with soul now purified and subdued was better able to bear it, and bore it manfully. Generously too; for just as, when meeting his cousin outside Hollymead gate he had offered him his sword to avenge defeat, now honoured he him by his presence at a ceremony which was as the sacrifice of himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Still another incident calls for record: of date some six years later, and some months preceding that event which again brought England's liberty to its lowest ebb, her glory to greatest shame--the so-called Restoration. Before this curse of curses came, Ambrose Powell, predicting it--foreseeing evil to him and his--gathered up his household gods, and took ship with them to the colonies across the Atlantic, accompanied by all the personages who had appeared at that marriage ceremony in the cathedral of Gloucester, and by many more--Cadger Jack among them. Reginald Trevor, too, was of the colonising band; long become accustomed to bearing the broken heart, which "brokenly lives on," with but little pain, growing ever less. For he could now look upon Vaga Powell as his cousin's wife; to himself as a kind sister--almost without thought of the unhappy past.