St. George for EnglandHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
St. George for England
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Fiction
Ralph slipped down into the water, and followed by Walter swam along at
the foot of the wall. They had already been deprived of their armour,
but had luckily contrived to retain their daggers in their belts, which
they had again girdled on before entering the water. The stream hurried
them rapidly along, and they had only to keep themselves afloat. They
were soon at the corner of the castle. A few strokes farther and they
again felt the wall which lined the moat. The stream still swept them
along, they felt the masonry come to an end, and bushes and shrubs lined
the bank. They were beyond the outer defences of the castle. Still a
little farther they proceeded down the stream in order to prevent the
possibility of any noise they might make in scrambling up being heard by
the sentinels on the outer postern. Then when they felt quite safe they
grasped the bushes, and speedily climbed the bank. Looking back at the
castle they saw lights still burning there. Short as was the time they
had been in the water they were both chilled to the bone, for it was the
month of February, and the water was bitterly cold.
“It cannot be more than nine o'clock now,” Walter said, “for it is not
more than four hours since darkness fell. They are not likely to visit
the dungeon before eight or nine tomorrow, so we can rely upon twelve
hours' start, and if we make the best of our time we ought to be far on
travelling on a night like this through a strange country. I would that
the stars were shining. However, the direction of the wind and rain
will be a guide to us, and we shall soon strike the road we traveled
yesterday, and can follow that till morning.”
They were not long before they found the track, and then started at a
brisk pace along it. All night they struggled on through wind and rain
until the first dawn enabled them to see the objects in the surrounding
country; and making for the forest which extended to within a mile
of the road, they entered deep into its shelter, and there utterly
exhausted, threw themselves down on the wet ground. After a few hours
of uneasy sleep they woke, and taking their place near the edge of the
forest watched for the passage of any party which might be in pursuit,
but until nightfall none came along.
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