St. George and St. Michael, Volume 3MacDonald, George
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St. George and St. Michael, Volume 3
MacDonald, George
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
With slow pace he crossed, the courts and the hall, which were
silent as the grave, bending his steps to the main entrance. The
portcullises were up, the gates wide open, the drawbridge down--all
silent and deserted. The white stair was also vacant, and in solemn
silence the marquis descended, leaning on lord Charles. But beneath
was a gallant show, yet, for all its colour and shine, mournful
enough. At the foot of the stair stood four carriages, each with six
horses in glittering harness, and behind them all the officers of
the household and all the guests on horseback. Next came the
garrison-music of drums and trumpets, then the men-servants on foot,
and the women, some on foot and some in waggons with the children.
After them came the waggons loaded with such things as they were
permitted to carry with them. These were followed by the principal
officers of the garrison, colonels and captains, accompanied by
their troops, consisting mostly of squires and gentlemen, to the
number of about two hundred, on horseback. Last came the foot-
soldiers of the garrison and those who had lost their horses, in all
some five hundred, stretching far away, round towards the citadel,
beyond the sight. Colours were flying and weapons glittering, and
though all was silence except for the pawing of a horse here and
there, and the ringing of chain-bridles, everything looked like an
ordered march of triumph rather than a surrender and evacuation.
Still there was a something in the silence that seemed to tell the
true tale.
In the front carriage were lady Glamorgan and the ladies Elizabeth,
Anne, and Mary. In the carriages behind came their gentlewomen and
their lady visitors, with their immediate attendants. Dorothy,
mounted on Dick, with Marquis's chain fastened to the pommel of her
saddle, followed the last carriage. Beside her rode young Delaware,
and his father, the master of the horse.
'Open the white gate,' said the marquis from the stair as he
descended.
The great clock of the castle struck, and with the last stroke of
the twelve came the blast of a trumpet from below.
'Answer, trumpets,' cried the marquis.
The governor repeated the order, and a tremendous blare followed, in
which the drums unbidden joined.
This was the signal to the warders at the brick gate, and they flung
its two leaves wide apart.
Another blast from below, and in marched on horseback general
Fairfax with his staff, followed by three hundred foot. The latter
drew up on each side of the brick gate, while the general and his
staff went on to the marble gate.
As soon as they appeared within it, the marquis, who had halted in
the midst of his descent, came down to meet them. He bowed to the
general, and said:--
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