Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"If you will ask Caleb Bullen, he will tell you I have been staying at
the _Virgin Queen_, at St. Paul's Cross," I said; then, fearing further
questions, I went on, "but the thing you require of me is not easy of
accomplishment. Already I have nearly lost my life in the search
thereof, and----"
"I have nought to do with that," he interrupted. "Set out without delay
and bring this thing to me, and this I will promise. I will see to it
that all your father's estates are restored, and I will take it upon
myself to assure your future. There is many an Independent fattening
upon fair estates who will soon be in gaol; there is many a highborn
dame who will gladly accept the hand of the youth upon whom the Duke of
York smiles. Now, then, I seek to hear no more, and know no more. But
stay, all such business requires money. Garnett, see to it that a purse
with a hundred pounds be given to him. And more, what is done must be
done secretly, and no man must know thy doings."
With this he left the room, and without another word passed out of my
sight. I make confession here that the interview wellnigh stunned me.
The duke had not been one, but three men during the time we had been
together. At one time he had been cruel, hard, stern; at another he
seemed to have his wits muddled with wine, when he had spoken in a way
unworthy his high estate; and yet when he left me he made me feel that
he was a man to be obeyed, strong, masterful, and clear-minded. In
addition to this, my father had evidently been in secret conclave with
him, and it was he who had bidden me obey the duke's commands.
Therefore, although I was sorely bewildered, because he had commanded I
must perforce obey.
One thing gave me peace of mind, and that was the fact that no mention
had been made of the woman I had released at Bedford. I felt sure that
did the duke dream of my action towards the woman who was accused of
attempting the murder of General Monk, he would have used it as a threat
in order to make me do his will. As it was, he took both my obedience
and my silence for granted, and seemingly had no doubts, in spite of my
behaviour during the first part of the interview, that I should dare to
refuse his bidding.
"You have heard?" said the man who had accompanied me. "You have your
work--do it."
I did not answer, for at this moment my father returned.
"Roland," he said, "here are the hundred pounds. You will note that they
come from me. Obey his Grace's command. It is not only his will, but
mine. Now haste, for I fear you have wasted time. Good-bye, and fear
nothing."
At this he left me again, while I stood gazing at the door through which
he had passed, almost too surprised for words.
"You have heard," said Master Garnett, "now go and be thankful. I need
not tell you to be silent. You are not one who is foolish enough to talk
with every passerby, but remember this--if you fail to do the duke's
bidding the four seas that wash our shores would not save you from his
anger."
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