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
“Your majesty may depend that my brother will take good care of your
chief enemy,” said Dorothy. “The others will be entertained in the
servants' hall--so well entertained that they are not likely to stir
till your majesty is safe on board the _Saint Abbs._”
“Excellent!” cried the prince. “Good wine has never been turned to
better account than on the present occasion. I own I doubted the success
of the scheme, but I did not know the habits of my Northumbrian lieges
so well as Mr. Forster. The sheriff appears to have fallen very easily
into the snare.”
“He was skilfully dealt with,” laughed Anna; “caught before he knew what
he was about.”
After a little further discourse, they came forth into the court,
where they continued till such time as it began to grow dark, when they
mounted the outer walls, and gazed at the dusky, yet glimmering expanse
spread out before them.
The tide was coming in, and they could distinguish the white line formed
by the waves, and hear their sound as they broke upon the shore.
As had been anticipated, the night was fine, and the wind favourable
for the prince's voyage. Already, the beacon had been lighted on Prior
Castell's Tower, so that the position of the rocky islands could be
discerned. As far as could be made out, there were no ships or smaller
craft in the Fairway.
The boat destined for the prince was lying upon the beach, but could be
easily pushed into sea, and two men were standing near it.
Having made these observations, the prince and the ladies with him
returned to the basement court where they found Lord Derwentwater and
Lord Widdrington.
The tidings brought by the two nobles were highly satisfactory. No fear
now of any interruption from the sheriff. He was discussing a second
bowl of punch with Mr. Forster, and when that was finished, a third
would be brought in. His followers were equally well employed. So
much boisterous merriment was going on in the house, Lord Derwentwater
declared, that he was right glad to escape from it.
Under these circumstances, and since no interference could be expected,
the prince determined to repair at once to the beach and there await the
signal from the ship.
All his slight preparations for the voyage being conflicted he had only
to bid adieu to his fair companions; for the two nobles, of course,
would not quit him till the last moment. But the ladies were equally
desirous to attend him, and he could not refuse their request.
So the whole party quitted the castle by the private entrance, and
followed by the gate-porter carrying the prince's valise proceeded
towards the shore.
The night was dark, as already stated, but the windows of the mansion
were lighted up, and the din of merriment resounded from within. The
noise was welcome to the prince, as it convinced him that his enemies
were occupied.
Lord Widdrington guided the party through the heaps of sand collected
at the foot of the lofty rock on which stood the fortress, until they
gained the beach.
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