Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
The boy remembered that his father had met death bravely, asking no
mercy and receiving none, and the thought nerved him. If this man had
merely brought him here to make death more bitter by taunting him, it
was an unworthy action; so, moistening his lips twice before they would
obey his will, he spoke up.
“I have never questioned the verdict, General, nor did I make appeal.”
The shaggy brows came down over Cromwell’s eyes, but his face cleared
perceptibly.
“You own the penalty right?”
“Sir, it is partly right and partly wrong, like most things in this
world. It is right to punish me for deserting my post; it is wrong to
brand me a traitor.”
“Ah, you have found your voice at last, and there is some courage behind
it. Desertion is an unpardonable crime. The point I press upon you is
this; your life is forfeit, yet, although your fault is unpardonable, I
do not say it cannot be compensated for. Even my enemies admit I am an
honest trader. I will bargain with you for your life. You shall buy
it of me, and I shall pay the price, even though I do not forgive the
crime. We will first, if you please, clear up the charge of treachery.
You were visiting your own home that night, and as it is on the farther
side of Rudby Hall, your accusers naturally thought you had a rendezvous
there?”
“No, General; it was my intention to have visited Rudby Hall.”
“The residence of that foul malignant, Lord Rudby, so called?”
“Yes, but not to see his lordship, who is my enemy, personal as well as
political.”
The scowl vanished from the face of his questioner, and something almost
resembling a laugh came from his firm lips.
“You are truthful, and it pleases me. Why did you make a foolish mystery
of your excursions? I take the case to stand thus. Your grandfather and
Rudby were neighbors, and possibly friends. You were, and are, in
love with my lord’s daughter, but since you belong to the cause of the
people, this oppressor of the people will have naught of you. You have
risked your life to see the girl, who is doubtless as silly as the rest
of her class, as you will discover if I let you live. Stands the case
not thus?”
“In a measure, sir, it does, saving any reflection on the lady, who----”
“Surely, surely. I know what you would say, for I was once your age and
as soaked in folly. The question is, if you will risk your life for her,
will you do what I ask of you to earn the girl and your life, or will
you refuse, and let her go to another?”
“Sir, I will do anything for her.”
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