Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
"But I am a kindly Scot!" he retorted with a sparkling eye. "At
hame, in auld Glencairn and on the banks of the Urr, I am kent as Hab
Cunningham o' the Boortree-haugh; but here I am Albert Count
Kœningheim, your friend and countryman. You must sup wi' me
to-night; I'll hae three or four mair--a' Scottish gentlemen, to join
us in a glass, for puir auld Scotland's sake. But excuse me,
sir--for I see Count Tilly requires me. He hates the Scots like
death or the deil, but he canna do without me;" and, with his long
plume streaming behind, this gay soldier galloped towards the head of
the column of infantry.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
COUNT TILLY'S OPINION OF THE PRESBYTERIANS.
Passing through Bleckede, a small town which is overlooked by a
baronial castle, and through Radegast, both of which were plundered
by the advanced guard of Croatian uskokes, we followed the course of
the Elbe towards Lauenburg. As we passed an ancient tower in the
dusk, I remember hearing the notes of the watchman's horn, when (in
the old German fashion) he proclaimed the first hour of the night.
By three long halts, Tilly delayed his march in such a manner, that
though the distance was short, night had descended on the Elbe and
its shores before we saw the lights twinkling in the old castle,
which was occupied by two companies of my own regiment, under Major
Wilson. The little town was deserted, for the inhabitants had all
fled into Holstein by the bridge, which the castle defended by its
cannon.
The town is situated at the confluence of a stream named the
Stecknitz with the Elbe; its castle, which is said to have been built
by Heinrich the Lion, Duke of Saxony, was strong, and crowned an
eminence which Bernard, Prince of Anhalt, the successor of Heinrich,
had left nothing undone to strengthen; but their old towers of the
twelfth century, though black, and strong, and grim, were never meant
to withstand the dint of cannon-shot.
At the foot of the steep eminence, and about a pistol-shot from the
walls, was an ancient gate, surmounted by the demi-eagle of Anhalt
carved on stone; and there Major Wilson had posted a picquet or
outguard of my brave comrades, as Bandolo, who had crept forward to
reconnoitre and espy, informed Tilly, who, acting upon his
suggestion, and in revenge for the trick Dreghorn and I had played
him during the preceding night, now resolved to turn our presence and
services to account.
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