Sir Ludar: A Story of the Days of the Great Queen BessReed, Talbot Baines
History
Sir Ludar: A Story of the Days of the Great Queen Bess
Reed, Talbot Baines
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Juvenile fiction
Ere this was done, I and the rest of our men were at it, hand to hand
with the few fighting men of the garrison that remained. It did not
take long, for there were but half-a-dozen of them, and valiantly as
they fought, we were too many and strong for them. One by one they fell
or yielded, all except one stout man, the constable of the place, Peter
Gary by name, who fought as long as he could stand, and then, before our
eyes, flung first his sword, then himself, headlong from the cliff.
That ended the matter. Next moment, the English flag--alas! that I
should say it--tumbled from the battlements; and with shouts of "_Ludar!
Froach Eilan_!" the portcullis swung open, and Dunluce belonged once
more to the McDonnells.
Leaving us to guard the tower where most of the enemy had shut
themselves, Ludar stalked off to a remote corner of the castle; whence
in a short time he returned and called me.
"Humphrey," said he, "the maiden is safe, thank God. Go to her and see
what she and the old nurse may need. I have other work to do. Friend,"
added he, "is this all a dream? Is this indeed the castle of my
fathers? and when Sorley Boy comes, shall it be I who will give it into
his hands?"
"You and no other," said I, "for the place is yours."
"Alas!" he said, "at what cost! When I heard my brave men fall from the
cliff like sheep, Humphrey, I was minded not to stay there myself. But
adieu now. To the maiden! Keep her safe for me."
He waved his hand and stalked to the gate, where I watched him, erect,
amid his cheering clansmen, with a joyous smile on his face such as I
had rarely seen there before, and which I knew belonged in part to the
noble chieftain, his father, and in part to his true love, the maiden.
Alas! 'twas many a long day before I was to see him smile again like
that, as you shall hear.
For the present, I went light at heart to the maiden, whom I found pale,
indeed (for she had been ill), but serene and happy. The old nurse,
who, I thought, ill liked my intrusion, forbade me to weary her young
mistress with talk or questions.
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