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
"Nay, my good man, better late than never. Of all my coward fleet,
thou and yonder gallant Scot didst alone warp shoreward, and saved me
with the help of this brave regiment; for that good deed I dub thee
knight--arise, Sir Nickelas Valdemar!"
"Knight Valdemar!" reiterated the honest skipper, drawing up his
punchy figure to the full extent of its short height, and taking a
complacent view of himself from his red beard to his brass
shoe-buckles. "Knight Valdemar!--oh, your excellency! what news this
will be for my poor old mother, who sells tallow and pitch at
Helsingör. I shall now carry my pennant through the Sound at the
mainmast-head, like the king himself or any other knight of the
Dannebrog--and who shall say me nay? not the admiral of Zeeland
himself. Knight Valdemar!--oh, your excellency----"
"Your ship is named----"
"The _Anna Catharina_, your excellency."
"Oh--did you receive on board the prisoners I sent you yesterday
morning?"
"Four in number--yes, your excellency."
"The Count of Carlstein would pay his respects to the Duke of
Saxe-Weimar," said Ian, entering unhelmeted, and leading in the brave
Imperialist, who had now somewhat recovered from the effect of his
dangerous immersion.
"The Count of Carlstein, now colonel-general of the Imperial horse!
I knew not that a soldier so renowned in arms was our prisoner,"
replied the duke, rising; and then they saluted each other with the
utmost politeness.
"We meet under different circumstances now than when last we met,
Saxe-Weimar," said the count, with a smile.
"Yes, at Lütter, just below the castle wall. I was at the head of my
German cavalry, and you----"
"At the head of Cronenborg's invincibles."
"We had a tough two hours of it with pistol and spada," said the
duke, laughing; "but remember that now, saved as you have been from
drowning, Count of Carlstein, you are not to be considered as our
prisoner. Go--I free you; retain that sword which you have ever
drawn with honour against us, and unransomed rejoin your victorious
soldiers on the first opportunity; for us, they are too fatally
victorious. To-day I have lost my dukedom, and to-morrow Denmark may
lose her crown."
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