Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Never did a king come to a throne under fairer skies," said my father.
"He hath come back without conditions. His will is as powerful as his
father desired his own to be. But there will be a terrible time for the
Puritans."
"But he hath promised general forgiveness."
"He is the son of his father, and all the world knows what a Stuart's
promises are worth. But never mind, thou hast found favour. See that
thou dost make use of it. But ask for nothing yet; throw your dice
carefully. But, Roland, you must obtain those papers."
Again I looked nervously around, but I saw at a glance that no one paid
heed to us.
"I tell you, you must do nothing until they are in your possession."
"No," I replied eagerly enough, for his commands fell in with my mood.
"I can do nothing to help you."
I looked at him inquiringly.
"Nothing. I shall have other things to look after. But you are no fool,
and you must do it yourself. And mind, never sow your seed until your
ground is prepared."
At this I set to wondering much as to what might be in my father's mind,
but not, I am afraid, to much purpose, seeing that the noise of the
crowd seemed to increase rather than diminish, especially as we drew
near Canterbury.
Arrived at this old city, the king make straight for the Cathedral, and
so great was the multitude who desired to follow him that I became
separated from my father; and then, scarcely regretting the happening, I
rode away from the turmoil, and set out for London town with all speed.
A full hundred miles lay before me, but I hoped that by hard riding,
even although the day was somewhat spent, I should get thither before
midnight. My horse had rested for several days, and had been well fed
and groomed during the time, and being a creature of high mettle, he
responded to the feelings of his rider, and dashed forward at a fine
speed. I had not ridden many miles, however, before I noticed that two
men were riding behind me, and as I judged were anxious to keep me in
sight. At first I took but little note of them, but when I found they
kept about the same distance from me, neither losing nor gaining upon
me, I began to wonder what was in their minds. About five o'clock in the
afternoon I stopped at an inn, so that I might obtain refreshment for my
horse and myself, and also, as I thought, give them an opportunity of
passing me. I took my place near the window, so that I might be able to
watch my horse and the road, at the same time, but although I let
nothing escape me, I saw neither of them pass by the hostelry in which I
was sitting.
"They must have taken some other road," I said to myself, and when after
a few minutes I again mounted, and on looking around saw no sign of
them, I was confirmed in my impression. But in this I was quickly
deceived, for I had not gone a mile along the road, before I heard the
sound of horses' hoofs, and on turning round, I saw these same two men
at a short distance from me.
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