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
At last, towards afternoon, when, after swimming a strong river and
skirting a town, we already stood, as our guide told us, in Tyrone's
country, we could see the party suddenly halt and hold a hurried parley.
The result was that while the leader rode on, his six men stood, and,
spreading themselves across the road, waited for us. 'Twas a spot not
ill chosen for standing at bay. For, on either side of the steep track,
the land fell away in desolate bog, on which we scarce dare venture; so
that there was nought to do but either fall back ourselves or come face
to face with those who stood in the way.
"Men," said I, "for me there is but one goal, and that is yonder flying
villain. I keep my sword for him. Look you well to the others. They
must not hinder me."
And before the lurkers had time to prepare for our coming, we charged in
upon them full tilt, and I, slashing right and left, cut my way to the
far side, while those who followed me held them there in hand-to-hand
fight.
How that battle betwixt Englishmen and Englishmen sped I know not, for
before it was at an end I was a mile on the road, with my prey little
farther beyond. Yet, to my woe, I perceived him to be better mounted
than I, and better acquainted with the roads. So that every hour the
distance betwixt us widened, till at last, when night fell, I could see
him disappear, with a defiant wave of his hand, over a hill well-nigh a
league ahead.
I know not how my wearied horse ever carried me that night; but when at
sunrise I staggered into the yard of a wayside farm, he sunk dead-beat
beneath me. Therefore my vaunted boast not to quit my saddle till I had
met my man went the way of other boasts, and came to the ground too.
The lad who came out of the barn to meet me told me that an hour since a
soldier had gone through at a hand's pace bound for the coast, where
already, it was said, the Spaniard had landed and was devouring the land
like locusts. Of women, either to-day or for many a day, he had seen or
heard nothing.
My faithful beast was too feeble, even after a halt, to carry me
farther, and I had perforce to proceed on foot. My one hope was that
ere long the Captain might find himself in a like plight. But that was
not to be for many an hour yet.
Towards night the wind, which had been blowing in gusts over the hill-
tops and along the valleys, gathered into a gale; and in it I could hear
the distant boom of surf on an iron-bound coast. Ever and again I met
country folk hurrying inland, with now and then a soldier in their
company. And once, as I passed a lonely moor, there slunk past me a
fellow who by his swarthy face and black flashing eyes I knew to be a
Spaniard.
As hour passed hour through the night the storm raged fiercer, till
presently I could scarce make head against it and sank for an hour on
the turf, praying only that this weariness might befall mine enemy also.
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