Sir Ludar: A Story of the Days of the Great Queen BessReed, Talbot Baines
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Sir Ludar: A Story of the Days of the Great Queen Bess
Reed, Talbot Baines
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Juvenile fiction
Although I caught him in the dark, he was too quick for me. He had his
blade still, and though he struck wildly and only scratched my arm, the
blow loosed my grip for a moment; and in that moment he dashed past me
and up the ladder. I followed madly. As I reached the deck, I saw him
before me, running forward, and casting a glance behind to see if I
followed. Then, tripping on a rope, he lost his feet, and sprawled
forward, as I supposed, my easy prey.
But Heaven had taken his punishment out of my hands. For, at the very
spot where he fell, the gunwale of the ship stood open at a place where
the refuse of the late battle was being let out from the deck into the
water. And here, before a hand could be stirred or a cry raised, the
wretch plunged shrieking to the fate he deserved, and there was an end
of him.
When I returned below, I found Ludar gasping; but his wound, bad as it
was, was not so bad as the villain intended. The blade which had aimed
at his heart had turned aside on the rib, leaving, indeed, a hideous
flesh-wound in the side, but not threatening life. He was faint with
loss of blood, and I think, with pain; and when I spoke to him, he
turned a white face to me and said nothing.
Therefore, in no little panic, I lifted him gently to his bunk, and went
in search of help.
By good fortune I met Captain Desmond, to whom I told his fellow-
Irishman's plight; and presently he came forward with a leech. This
learned grandee seeing the wound not to be desperate, and having plenty
of business, I suppose, elsewhere, among his sea-sick lordlings, bade us
bandage up the wound as best we could, and find a better place to lay
the sufferer in than that foul hole. Saying which, he dawdled away.
Then Captain Desmond questioned me as to how it all happened, and when I
told him, he shrugged his shoulders and said:
"Help me carry him abaft. Heaven knows there are plenty of empty cabins
on our ship to-night! The Don has enough to think of without this
coming to his ears. Therefore, when we have him safely bestowed, do you
attend to your duties here, as before, and I will see to him. Come
now."
This was a sad blow to me, to be parted from my master and friend in
this hour of danger. Yet it seemed better for him to get to the
gentlemen's quarters; for in the hole where he was he could scarce have
lived. So I was fain to submit. Captain Desmond promised me that once
a day I might come to enquire; and further, that if his man--a Spanish
clown, who shook in his shoes whenever he heard a gun--should by any
chance be killed, I might take his place.
Whereupon, I grieve to say, I prayed devoutly that night that Heaven
would speedily relieve the poor fellow of his fears for good.
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