Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
General
Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
About noon on the following day we disembarked on the isle of
Longeland, in one of the towns of which we had a quarrel with the
people. A merchant of the place having accused two of my company of
pilfering a quantity of kirschwasser from his store in the market
street, the Herredsfoged instituted a search, and with Sergeant
Phadrig Mhor I went round the billets in person, but without
discovering the wine, though in the quarters of Torquil Gorm, our
piper-major, and Donald M'Vurich, a musketeer (our shoemaker), I saw
a very suspicious-like liquid in a large tub, with some Highland
brogues swimming on the surface thereof, and that liquid, the rogues
told us next day, when on the march, was the very wine we were in
search of, and that a good draught of it was still at our service;
but as neither Phadrig nor I had any relish for wine flavoured by
brogue leather, we declined their offer, with the threat of a good
battooning if such tricks were ever discovered again.
Marching across that long and narrow isle, we took shipping in small
sloops for Rodbye in Laaland, for whence (to my great disappointment)
we found that the active old queen and her train had again departed
before us; and we were a whole week travelling by land and water
among these flat and sandy islands, before we drew up under our
colours on the beach of Rodbye. There Ian opened his sealed orders,
by which the king, fearing that the Imperialists might seize upon
those isles, directed him to leave Kildon's company at Rodbye; those
of Angus Roy, M'Alpine, Munro of Culcraigie, and Sir Patrick Mackay,
were marched to the town of Mariboe, where they occupied an edifice
that, in former times, had been a spacious convent, the walls of
which were bordered by a beautiful lake; but we continued our route
to the pleasant little isle of Falster, to guard the queen-mother in
her own castle or jointure-house. There we arrived on
Michaelmas-day, about sunset, wearied by our sea and land journey,
and the long nights we had spent in open boats, exposed to the cold
air of the Baltic.
Her majesty came forth with her train, in person, to welcome us to
her castle of Nyekiöbing, and ordered a can of German wine to be
served to every soldier; while the officers, _i.e._, Ian, Lumsdaine,
and myself (for we had not yet an ensign), were invited to sup at the
royal table.
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