Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715Ainsworth, William Harrison
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Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Jacobite Rebellion, 1715 -- Fiction
“I can guess all the rest,” said Lord Widdrington. “It must have been a
joyful meeting.”
“The adventure was not an agreeable one,” said Anna. “But it has tested
his lordship's affection for me. However, I promise to be more careful
in future.”
“Yes, you have had a pretty good lesson, and will do well to profit by
it,” said Lord Widdrington.
“My unlucky steed is to blame for it all,” she cried. “Had he not
stumbled, nothing would have happened.”
“You have left him at Dunstanborough, I suppose?” observed Lord
Widdrington.
“Yes, in charge of your groom,” she replied. “Your lordship's horse
carries me capitally.”
“Then pray use him as long as you will! And now let us on, and relieve
the anxiety of our friends.”
With this they quickened their pace, and made such good way that dinner
was not quite over when they reached Bamborough.
Great rejoicing was manifested on their appearance, and when Anna's
adventure became known, the feeling rose to excitement. Dorothy could
not contain herself, but springing from her seat, rushed up to her
friend and embraced her.
We need scarcely say that under such unusual circumstances another
health was drunk, in addition to the grand toast, which was never
omitted.
A great deal of claret was generally drunk at Mr. Forster's dinners, as
we have already remarked, and the custom would probably not have been
neglected on the present occasion if the prince had not risen early
from table, and proceeded to the drawing-room, where there was music and
singing.
The prince retired early, and proceeded to his lodgings in the old
fortress, attended by his host, Lord Derwent-water, Lord Widdrington,
and several others. It chanced to be a fine moonlight night, and the
appearance of the massive keep, partly lighted up by the beams, partly
in shadow, was so striking, that his highness remained for some time
contemplating the massive pile.
He then mounted the walls to gaze at the sea, which was brilliantly
illumined--a broad track of light leading across its unruffled surface
to the Fame Islands, and producing a truly magical effect.
Scarcely able to tear himself away from this bewitching scene, the
prince, at last, bade his attendants good night, and sought his chamber
in the tower.
Though no real danger was apprehended, unwonted precautions were taken
for his security. The gates were barred, and watch was kept upon the
walls throughout the night.
Colonel Oxburgh and his companions were prepared to act on any sudden
emergency, and the colonel had arranged his plans with the two nobles,
who had likewise decided upon passing the night in the castle.
VII.--AN ALARM.
|Morning came, and nothing had occurred to cause alarm.
The prince slept soundly in the tower, and was up betimes, and, on the
walls, enjoying the view, and inhaling the fresh sea-breeze. So well
pleased was he that the thought that he must speedily quit the castle
pained him.
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