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
When at dawn I struggled to the hill-top and looked out, I dreaded to
find him vanished. But no. My prayer must surely have been answered,
for he staggered on scarce a mile ahead of me down towards the valley.
Twas a narrow valley, with a swampy tract below, and rising again
sharply to the hill opposite. Half-way along that hill, through a
narrow gap, I, standing on higher ground, could catch a glimpse of the
grey ocean beyond, sending its white horses in on the land, and moaning
with a cry that mingled dismally with the rush of the wind. Surely our
long journey was near its end now.
Looking again towards the gap, I perceived--what my enemy below must
have missed--the form of a man who stood there, motionless, clear cut
against the sky, with his back on us as he gazed seaward. He was too
far off for me to see if he were a soldier or only a peasant. Yet I
remember marking that he was great of stature; and as he stood there,
with his hair floating in the wind, he seemed some image of a giant god
set there to stand sentinel and brood over the wild landscape.
Then, as the sun broke out from behind the sweeping clouds, it flashed
on a sword in his hand, and I concluded this must be an English soldier
placed there to keep the road inland against the invading Spaniard.
'Twas a fine post of defence, verily; for, looking round, I perceived
that the hills on every hand seemed to close in and stand like the walls
of a basin, with no outlet save the crest on which I stood on the one
hand, and a gap where he stood on the other; while betwixt us stretched
the moist plain, across which the Captain was even now spurring.
So intent had I been on the solitary sentinel, and the strange form of
this wild hollow, that I had forgot for a moment my quest. But I
remembered it as the sun suddenly fell on the form of my enemy labouring
heavily through the swamp below.
A sudden fierceness seized me as I flung myself forward in pursuit; I
shouted to him with all my might to stand and face me where he stood.
I can remember seeing the form of the soldier in the gap turn quickly
and look my way. Next moment there rose, below me, a yell; and I stood
where I was, like a man petrified.
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