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
"Nay," she laughed, "once is enough surely, at least for me."
Then I wished the ground might swallow me, for I deemed she thought me a
fool.
"She would come," put in the old servant in an accent which, though I
had never heard it before, I took to be Scotch or Irish; "I told her
myself what to expect among a crowd of rude, rascally City sparks, that
don't know a lady when they see her, and when they do, don't know how to
behave themselves. It serves her right, say I, and it's myself will see
she frolics no more, I warrant you--a low, unmannerly pack of curs, with
a plague on all of you."
"Never heed my old nurse," said the young lady, sweetly; "she and I were
parted in the crowd, and but for you, brave lad, I might have rued my
folly in coming hither more than I do. Thanks once more, and farewell.
Come, Judy--thank good Master Dexter for taking better care of me than
ever you did, and then come away."
I stood like a mule gaping after them as they went, unable to stir or
say a word till they were lost to view. Then as I turned came a shout
at my ears: "There he stands!--there stands the villain! Seize him and
hold him fast. He shall learn what it is to assault a captain of the
Queen's guard."
Ho! ho! There were a round dozen of them, and one on horseback. But I
knew of two dozen better than they within call.
So I shouted, "Clubs, clubs, to the rescue!" and began to lay about me.
CHAPTER TWO.
HOW I SERVED A DISORDERLY PRINTER.
My assailants were a mixed crew, some being lackeys of the half-drowned
gallant, some constables of the watch, others idle swashbucklers ready
to lend a hand to any cause and against any man for a pot of ale. But
they took no advantage from hiring themselves against a poor 'prentice
from without Temple Bar, for they got sore heads for their pains.
I myself could not do over much till my comrades arrived, for I was in
an open place and could not see all sides of me at once. So, after
three of them had gone down, I was well-nigh being mastered by the rest,
but for the timely help of my honest club-fellows.
Foremost among these who should come but honest Will Peake, my late
enemy, who, when it was a matter between 'prentices and Court bullies,
forgot all old sores, and laid about him like a man. Behind him came a
score or two of honest lads, some of my ward, some of others; and
between us all you may judge if the numskulls who set upon me had a
merry time of it. We left them mostly on the ground in a sorry plight,
and the rest we sent packing back to them that owned them, with a
message to send a few of better mettle than they if they wanted to catch
us.
Then, as the messengers did not return, we gave loud cheers for the
Queen, and went each our several ways.
As for me, I was in no humour for the noisy company even of my own
fellows, and excused myself from a march home through the wards. I made
a pretext to go and find my coat and cap, and let them depart without
me.
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