Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
But it was not these things which troubled me as I walked by Constance's
side that dark night in March. I was thinking rather of my great love
for her, and how I could take her from the hands of her enemies. For she
was now all alone in the world. Her father was dead, hanged by the king,
while her sister had rejoined her husband, a man whom Constance regarded
with fear and anger.
Although she had stayed long at Goodlands, she felt that her stay there
must soon come to an end. She could not live much longer under such
circumstances, especially as she felt sure that she was suspected of
being hidden in the house.
Of the love we confessed one to another I will not write, for that is
not the affair of those who may read this; but that she did love me I
did not doubt. How could I doubt it when for me she had defied the king?
How could I doubt after the way she had sobbed out her love for me in
Master John Day's cottage?
Thus it was that the long walk was to me a joy beyond words. At last my
love was by my side, and so I did not dread the dark clouds that hung in
our sky, I did not fear the enemies which beset her on every hand.
"There is nought for us to fear," I said to her, for at that moment
everything seemed possible to me.
"Oh, I have prayed for this so long, so earnestly," she said. "That
night when we stood before the king, I wanted to tell you what was in my
heart, but--but--" and then she told me again what my heart was
hungering to hear.
"We cannot stay in England," I said, "but we can go across the seas, and
make a home in New England, even as your Puritan forefathers did. Will
you, Constance?"
"Whither thou goest, I will go," she said; "where thou lodgest, I will
lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God."
Then I thanked God with a full heart for all His great goodness to me,
and there and then we arranged that I should come for her the following
night, and that we should ride together to my father's house before
setting out to find a new home.
"Good-night, my beloved," I said as we parted; "we will trust, and not
be afraid."
"Come as early as you dare," she said shyly, "for in truth I feel I can
no longer live without you."
And this I promised with a right good will and with a light heart, for I
did not then know what would soon be revealed to me.
CHAPTER XXX
HOW I LEFT MY OLD HOME.
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