St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and PoitiersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Great Britain -- History -- Edward III, 1327-1377 -- Fiction
"Now," Walter said, "I will go first, at any rate for a time. I must put
one leg through the loop, and sit, as it were, while I fasten the one
above, as I shall want both hands for the work. You will find it a good
deal easier to stand with your foot in the loop. If I get tired I will
fasten another loop by the side of that on which I am resting, so you
can come up and pass me. There is no hurry. It ought not to take up
above an hour, and it will not do for us to get to the top until the
place becomes a little quiet. To-night they are sure to be drinking and
feasting over their victory until late."
They now set to work, and step by step mounted the rope. They found the
work less arduous than they had expected. The rope was dry, and the
strands held tightly to it. Two or three times they changed places,
resting in turn from their work; but in less than two hours from the
time they made the first loop Walter's head and shoulders appeared above
the level of the court-yard. He could hear sounds of shouting and
singing within the castle, and knew that a great feast was going on.
Descending a step or two he held parley with Ralph.
"I think, perhaps, it will be better to sally out at once. Everyone is
intent on his own pleasure, and we shall have no difficulty in slipping
out of the castle unnoticed. All will be feasting and rioting in the
town, and so long as we do not brush against any one so that they may
feel our wet garments we are little likely to be noticed; besides, the
gates of the town will stand open late, for people from the villages
round will have come in to join in the revels."
"I am ready to try it, Master Walter," Ralph replied, "for I ache from
head to foot with holding on to this rope. The sooner the better, say
I."
In another minute both stood in the court-yard. It was a retired spot,
and none were passing. Going along the passage they issued into the main
yard. Here great fires were blazing, and groups of men sat round them
drinking and shouting. Many lay about in drunken sleep.
"Stay where you are in the shade, Ralph. You had best lie down by the
foot of the wall. Any one who passes will think that you are in a
drunken sleep. I will creep forward and possess myself of the steel caps
of two of these drunkards, and if I can get a couple of cloaks so much
the better."
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