Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
I gathered that no one asked any questions why I was there; in truth,
every man seemed too much interested in the coming of the king and the
changes that would be wrought in the land to trouble aught about me; so,
telling the landlord that I should not be back until late, I left the
inn about an hour after sundown and took a roundabout road to Pycroft.
Moreover, I took good heed that I was not followed, and by an hour
before midnight I had entered the dark woods that grew around the lonely
house.
Now, although I had carried a brave heart during daylight, I was not
able to choke down my fears in the darkness. I have been told that
nature hath given me firm nerves; moreover, I can meet a danger as well
as another man without shewing fear, but once within the shadow of the
woods which surrounded the haunted house I confess that my heart
wellnigh failed me. The stories which the labourer had related came back
to me with great vividness, so that before I had come within sight of
the house I seemed to be surrounded with all sorts of grinning things,
some of which lured me on, while others warned me against going farther.
The cracking of every twig made my heart beat faster, the twitter of a
startled bird told me that I was in a domain where the devil held his
revels and where spirits of darkness worked their will.
Still I determined to go forward. I was calm enough to know that on the
morrow I should laugh at these fancies, and that, did they hinder me
from carrying out my plans now, I should all my life accuse myself of
being a poltroon. Besides, what report should I have to give to my
father, the man who knew no fear and who would be ashamed of a son who
believed in old wives' fables? So I set my teeth firmly together and
trudged my way through the darkness, stopping every now and then to
listen if any one was near.
Never shall I forget my journey along that lonely pathway, for as I look
back now, it seems to mark an era in my life. But of that I must not
speak now: I will tell my story in as straightforward a way as I am
able, so that those who read may judge for themselves. And yet, if I
felt fear, I maintain that it was no wonder, for my experiences were not
those with which a man meets every day. Besides, I had but three days
left my home, where I had lived an uneventful life, and now to be cast
alone amidst mystery and danger was a matter of no small moment.
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