Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
As may be imagined, I was much angered at the coolness of this
dismissal, but when I came to think about the matter I came to the
conclusion that I should do no good by causing a fuss. For although the
laws had not been altered, so greatly had the tide of feeling changed
that it was impossible to get justice for the Independents; moreover, if
the king were informed about the things which had taken place, he would
doubtless have laughed indifferently, and have taken no further notice.
In truth, as I was afterwards told, before any acts against Dissenters
were passed, the king was much pleased when he was told that they were
thrown into prison so that his throne might be established.
Without much ado, therefore, I went back to the inn, and, not desiring
to remain any longer in the town, mounted Black Ben and rode through the
night towards Folkestone. Not that I was overmuch pleased at the way
things had turned out. It is true I was young, and had given but little
heed to matters relating to religion, yet did I conceive that I had not
behaved very gallantly to Master Burnbridge, whose cause I had espoused.
Yet so angry was I at being imprisoned, and so eager was I to get to
Pycroft Hall that I thought little of anything else. The time was coming
when I was to be brought into closer contact with matters appertaining
to religion, but at that time I was but ill-acquainted with those
questions which were to be of such trouble to the State. Moreover, as I
recalled my experiences at Pycroft I became more and more anxious lest I
should fail in the thing I had set out to do. I realized that directly I
had escaped from the prison house in which I had been immured, I ought
to have returned forthwith, and rested not until I had obtained a
document of such great value. But I had gone to Dover to witness the
coming of the king, and when I had heard that Mistress Constance Denman
was imprisoned I had forgotten all else in order that I might set her at
liberty.
When I drew near to Pycroft I began to plan how I might carry my
designs into effect. For although the thing seemed easy enough at first,
it assumed different proportions as I drew nearer to it. Moreover, I
continued to upbraid myself for allowing so much precious time to
escape, during which Father Solomon might have transported the thing
elsewhere. Would not the very fact that I knew the hiding place cause
the old man to remove it? Before this time he would doubtless have again
descended into the cavern to discover what had become of me, and on
finding that I had gone would take steps accordingly.
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