Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
I took but little notice of this speech, although the dame uttered it
with much warmth. I imagined that in spite of the severe measures which
had been taken with witches, and those who professed to foretell the
future, she had either consulted some of these people, or was perchance
herself a "wise woman." Not that I paid much heed to these things, for
my father, although he denied not that some had it in their power to
reveal the future, had generally made light of their professions, and
had taught me to treat them with scorn.
"Be that as it may," I said, "you have it that the new king married your
daughter."
"Ay, I hold to that," she cried, "and poor and humble as I seem to be, I
say that I am grandmother to him who should be king of England when his
father dies."
"That remains to be proved," I said, for I was eager to get back to the
question which had been broached by Katharine Harcomb when first we had
met earlier in the evening.
"Ay, that remains," replied the dame, angrily I thought; "and it is by
you, Master Roland Rashcliffe, that this is to be done."
"But why have you chosen me?" I asked, for young though I was, ay and
eager to undertake any work which meant movement, and romance, I could
not help asking why I among all others should be chosen for this work.
"You shall know some day Roland," said my father. "It is enough for you
to know now you have a great work to do, a work which if successfully
done will make you a power in England."
"But what is it?" I asked somewhat impatiently, for it seemed to me that
I was asked to do something the nature of which was hidden from my
eyes.
"To bring hither the marriage contract," he replied.
"Ay, but where is it?"
"It is in England," replied Katharine Harcomb, and then she looked at me
with keen, searching eyes.
At this I doubt not I made an impatient gesture, for truly they seemed
to regard me as a child who might not be trusted.
"Nay, be not angry," said my father, almost gently I thought. And this
surprised me, for although I was a man in years he had not ceased to
expect absolute and unquestioning obedience from me. In truth he held
strongly that every man should be complete master in his house, and that
no one should dare to dream of questioning his will.
But if I was not angry I was impatient. I had been on the tip-toe of
expectation for hours, I had been told that I had a great work to do and
yet I had only received hints as to how that work was to be done. For to
be told that the marriage contract was in England was to tell me
nothing, as any one can see. Still I held my peace and waited, wondering
what was to come next.
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