Sir Ludar: A Story of the Days of the Great Queen Bess — John Shaqi
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
His young companions seconded his request. So the Mayor, who would have
enjoyed more to clap us in the pillory than to win half the antlers in
Shotover woods, consented, and bade three of his men conduct us to the
ranger's lodge hard by, and keep us there till the party returned.
I saw my comrade's eye light up at this, but he said nothing; and
looking very crestfallen and abashed we followed our guard, with hands
tied, and heard the huntsmen's horns tantivy merrily away for their
day's sport.
The ranger's lodge was a hut of but a single room, into which our
keepers thrust us with little ceremony, and made to the door. They were
stout men, all of them, and carried cross bows, besides the daggers at
their girdles. We heard them grumble angrily to be baulked of their
day's sport by a couple of college boys like us, and to be shut up here
all day long with neither drink nor food nor anything with which to make
good cheer.
Whereat one of the party pulled out a box of dice, and for lack of
better sport they began to play.
Meanwhile, I watched my comrade, who, on entering, had thrown himself on
the floor, and composed himself as if to sleep. But though he lay with
his head on his hands, it was plain to see he was not dreaming; for the
muscles of his face were working, and his body once or twice seemed
exercised as with some effort. What this was, I guessed soon enough.
He was gnawing the cord which bound his wrists; whereupon I set-to do
the same, and, in a quarter of an hour I was free. Already my comrade
had signalled to me that he was rid of his bonds, but warned me to give
no sign, but wait the signal from him. So we both lay still, and I, the
better to keep up the part, snored long and loud.
Our keepers, meanwhile, gave us no heed, but played deep and eagerly.
We could hear by the growls and oaths that kept company with the rattle
of the dice, that the luck was not going even. One of the three won the
throw, time after time, and crowed so loud at each success, that the
others (as was only natural), turned first surly, then angry. But the
winner heeded not their wrath, but continued to cackle insultingly,
until their patience being all spent, they knocked over the table, and
fell to blows. Now, surely, thought I, is the time for us. But my
comrade still lay low, and signed to me to do the same. For we were
unarmed, and had we been too soon, all had been spoiled.
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