The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
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The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.
Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
Adventure stories; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Mary I, 1553-1558 -- Juvenile fiction
It was the smoke and gases of the fire that had suffocated her, and
except on the soles of the little feet there were nowhere any serious
burns. But there were great red patches here and there all over her,
and the arm where the night dress had first caught fire was slightly
blistered. He wrapped her entirely in oiled linen, and laid her gently
on a mattrass that had been brought down.
All the time he never spoke a word and Shiona was frightened at his
strange manner. Immediately he had finished he fell senseless to the
ground. They picked him up and laid him on the mattrass. He was badly
burned in several places, particularly the palms of his hands; he had
also, as they afterwards discovered, strained himself severely in the
leap with the child in his arms. For a time he lay still and then began
to rave in wild delirium.
They did what they could for him, while Walter took his best horse and
galloped to Stirling for a physician. Meanwhile the neighbours from far
and near were fighting the fire. There were three well-shafts, carried
up to the roof in the walls of the castle; and chains of men and women
passed the buckets from hand to hand. The same was done from the burn
down below. They did not attempt to do more than keep the fire from
spreading beyond the blazing wing. But a new ally came to their aid
that helped them not a little. The long threatened storm burst upon
them with thunder and lightning, but accompanied by a torrential deluge
of rain; and before morning the fire was completely under control.
CHAPTER XXIX
A TALE OF A TUB
It was a beautiful late autumn day and the sun was shining on the
moat and the old walls of Holwick. Some few weeks previously news
had arrived in that remote corner of the death of Queen Mary and the
accession of Elizabeth, and Audry was sitting as she often did, in the
bay window of Mistress Mowbray’s bower, looking down toward Middleton,
when four riders and a pack horse were seen approaching the gates.
Audry had noticed their coming and, as they drew nearer, she recognised
two of them and ran eagerly out to meet them. “Oh, how I have hoped for
you to come,” she said, “and somehow I knew it would not be long before
you were here.”
Ian dismounted and helped his sister and Aline to alight, while the
serving man took the horses. Aline was in perfect health, but Ian was
still worn and thin. She had not been long in recovering; but he had
hovered between life and death for some time.
“This is the Lady Shiona, Ian’s sister,” said Aline. Audry came forward
a little shyly, but Shiona said, “Oh, I have heard so much about you,”
and kissed her warmly.
Audry then flung her arms round Aline as though she would never let her
go.
“You must not leave Ian in the cold,” said Aline.
“No, indeed, I should think not,” exclaimed Audry; “why, if it were
not for him you would not be here at all,” and she held up her face to
be kissed.
“She is getting too big to be kissed, is she not?” said Ian.
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