St. George and St. Michael, Volume 2MacDonald, George
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St. George and St. Michael, Volume 2
MacDonald, George
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
'Ushers of the hall,' cried lord Herbert, 'close and lock both its
doors. Lock also the door to the minstrels' gallery, and, with my
lord's leave, that to my lord's stair. My lord Charles, go thou
prithee, and with chalk draw me a pentacle upon the threshold of
each of the four; and do thou, sir Toby Mathews, make the holy sign
thereabove upon the lintel and the doorposts. For the door to the
pitched court, however, leave that until I am gone forth and it is
closed behind me, and then do thereunto the same as to the others,
after which let all sit in silence. Move not, neither speak, for any
sound of fear or smell of horror. For the gift that is in him from
his mother, Thomas Rees shall accompany me. Go to the door, and wait
until I come.'
Having thus spoken he raised the bat towards his face, and,
approaching his lips, seemed once more to be talking to it in
whispers. The menials and the garrison had no doubt but he talked to
his familiar spirit. Of their superiors, mistress Watson at least
was of the same conviction. Then he bent his ear towards it as if he
were listening, and it began to flutter its wings, at which sir
Toby's faith in him began to waver. A moment more and he cast the
creature from him. It flew aloft, traversed the whole length of the
roof, and vanished.
It had in fact, as its master willed, alighted in the farthest
corner of the roof, a little dark recess. Then, bowing low to his
father, the magician stepped down from the dais, and walked through
a lane of awe-struck domestics and soldiery to the door, where Tom
stood waiting his approach. The fool was in a strange flutter of
feelings, a conflict of pride and terror, the latter of which would,
but for the former, have unnerved him quite; for not only was he
doubtful of the magician's intent with regard to himself, but the
hall seemed now the only place of security, and all outside it given
over to goblins or worse.
The moment they crossed the threshold, the door was closed behind
them, the holy sign was signed over the one, and the pentacle drawn
upon the other.
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