Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"I heard of that before I came hither," I replied. "As to the sack, and
the company, I made acquaintance with both last night, and that with
rare pleasure. Nevertheless a man doth not blazon his name on the walls
of every inn he enters. Even King Charles II, who is expected to land at
Dover before many days are over, had often to enter places like this
under an assumed name, as every one knows right well. And, even although
times will be changed at his return, it may be that many a man, while he
may give his name to such as yourself, will not care to shout it aloud
to the tapster or the ostler."
"Ay there is reason in that," replied the innkeeper, "and I perceive
that young as you are you are a gentleman of rare wit."
"As to that, mine host," I made answer, "I may not boast, still I have
wit enough to know that it may not always be best to speak names aloud
in an inn, although the king will be in England soon."
"God bless King Charles II, and down with all psalm-singing traitors,"
he cried fervently.
"Amen to that," I cried; "down with all traitors whether they sing
psalms or no. But to come to my question, since the worshipful gentleman
whom I have described hath not had the misfortune to be obliged to leave
this hospitable house, I trust you will take my name to him, with the
request that I may enjoy a few minutes of his company."
"You mean the gentleman who rode a grey horse with a grey feather in his
hat, and carried a jewelled hilted sword?"
"Ay, I mean him. He was accompanied by a lady, who wore a long cloak,
and whose face was wellnigh hidden by her headgear; I heard him ask you
for private rooms as he entered."
"But did you not know?"
"Know what?"
"That he left last night at midnight."
"At midnight?"
"Ay, a messenger came bearing him important news, and although the lady
had gone to bed he had to arouse her, ay, and the ostler too for that
matter. Both their horses were saddled, and they rode away at one o' th'
clock, but whither they have gone I know not."
At this I was silent, for I knew that the man had told a lie.
"But what would you?" continued the innkeeper. "We shall have bustling
times now, and the innkeeper's trade will be brisk, so he must not
grumble. Besides, he paid his count like a prince, and would not take
the silver change which he could rightfully claim."
Now this brought me to a deadlock, as can be seen. I dared not ask
direct questions, first because I did not wish to arouse suspicions, and
next because I feared by so doing I should shew my state of utter
ignorance concerning the man about whom I inquired. Still when one is
twenty-three one does not lack confidence, and youth will dare to rush
bareheaded where an older man would hesitate to enter with a steel
head-cap.
"Ah, I would I had known," I replied. "I could perhaps have told him
that his danger was not so great as he imagined."
At this he started like one surprised, while his eyes flashed a look of
inquiry.
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