Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
It was no wonder, therefore, that I should laugh. The spirit of
adventure was hot within me, and now that I sat upon Black Ben's back, I
knew that unless they had firearms no man could harm me. For although he
had travelled from London to Bedford that day, I knew that now he had
had a few hours' rest and a good feed of corn, he could do the whole
journey back again and be none the worse for it. Moreover, I doubted if
there was a horse in Bedford which could overtake me.
"After him! after him!" I heard some one shout. "He hath flouted us, and
laughed in our faces."
Then I heard a louder cry, followed by a silence as though some one in
authority had come upon the scene. I longed to shout back, so as to put
them upon a false track, but reflected that the least said was the
soonest mended, so I gave Black Ben rein, and before long was out of
both sight and hearing of Bedford town.
Had I known then that I should soon see Bedford again under different
circumstances, I do not think I should have been so light of heart. But
coming events do not always cast their shadows before them, in spite of
old women's wisdom; and so, feeling my good horse beneath me, and seeing
the hedges fly by me as he dashed along the road, I felt that I had
nought to fear.
Besides, I had succeeded far beyond my expectations. I felt sure that
Mistress Constance was safe, for I knew that she was one who spoke not
lightly, and as I remembered what she told me in the prison I knew that
she was even then in some secret hiding-place, watched over by a
faithful servant, and that perhaps even her father knew not what had
become of her.
[Illustration: "I gave Black Ben rein, and before long was out of both
sight and hearing of Bedford Tower."]
As may be imagined, I rode straight towards London. Had it been safe I
think I should have stayed near Bedford, so that I might in case of need
have rendered help to Mistress Constance. But I reflected that I should
do more harm than good by staying there, and in spite of passing doubts
I felt sure that she was safe. Moreover, London was the place I desired
to be in. It would be difficult for any man from Bedford to find me
there, and I had plans in my mind which I hoped would forward the
schemes which had been formulating there. I also wanted to see my father
again, and to know what he had been doing since we parted at Canterbury.
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