Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Even although I thought much of what might befall us when we were
brought into the king's presence, I could not help comparing the
fortunes of Charles Stuart with those of a few months before. Then he
dared not come near the land, which he in spite of his banishment called
his own, while now he reigned in a royal palace. Then, under the sway of
Oliver Cromwell, he could have found but few to do his bidding, but now
each man vied with the other to be foremost in fawning servility. In
like manner, moreover, had the whole tone of the country changed. The
Puritan garb, and the Puritan manner of speech which had been so common,
were scarcely anywhere present. A rollicking devil-may-care attitude had
taken the place of sober seriousness.
I paid but little heed to the happenings near Windsor town, and Windsor
Castle. My eyes were too constantly fixed on the woman I loved, and my
heart was too full of fear lest some discourtesy might be paid to her.
But I believed then, as I believe now, that command had been given for
her to be treated as became her rank, rather than as one who had
offended the king, for during the whole journey I neither saw nor heard
anything which could give her pain.
We went straight to the Royal Palace, the beauty of which impressed me
greatly as I drew near to it. Nought, I think, could be fairer than the
broad park lands, studded with stately oaks, amongst which deer
frolicked and gambolled. Flowers bloomed everywhere, and the air was
laden with their perfume.
As we rode along I heard gay laughter, and I could have sworn I saw the
king with a company of ladies standing by a broad sketch of water,
throwing food to the birds which swam gracefully around.
A few minutes later we were in the Castle itself. This surprised me
greatly, for I fancied we should be taken to one of the houses near, and
lodged there until it was the king's pleasure to see us; but as I said
we were taken straight to the Castle, although not to one of its main
entrances.
Directly I had entered, however, I lost sight of Mistress Constance.
This distressed me sorely, but I comforted myself with the thought that
as she had been treated with such kindness throughout the journey she
would not now receive aught but civility. I noted that I was received
with some consideration. Food was placed before me, and a comfortable
seat at a table. As may be imagined, I was thankful for this, for I was
both weary and hungry. Half an hour later, however, my weariness had
gone. I had been able to appease my hunger, to brush my clothes and to
souse my head in cool pure water, so that instead of desiring rest I
looked and listened eagerly for aught I might be able to see and hear.
As I said I was not treated as a prisoner, although two men remained
near me. I was, however, allowed to move around and take note of what
might happen.
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