Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"I have come from the south," I answered, "and it was said that she had
been seen not twenty miles from where the king landed but yesterday."
"Ay, poor child, I fear me that this led her to think she would be safe
here. For you are mistaken in believing that a warrant is out against
her father. It is not true. It hath been proved that Master Leslie had
neither part nor lot in the attempt to murder Monk, and in proof of my
words he may be seen in Bedford town, although in sore grief that his
daughter is now awaiting such a fearful end."
"But he would have sheltered her, ay, and have sought to hide her, had
she reached his house?" I said.
"Did not the early Christians hide each other in Rome?" he asked. "And
did not men hide their faithful friends in the time of Mary?"
"But they were innocent?"
"And is not she innocent?"
At this I did not speak, although there seemed but little doubt, as I
gathered from the words spoken to the king, that proofs of her guilt
were unanswerable.
"Nevertheless," he went on, "although Master John Leslie is a man of
station and wealth, he has been much insulted these last three days. Men
wag their heads as he passes by, especially those who are godless, and
rejoice because they believe the coming of the king will mean
godlessness and licentiousness. Ay, and whatever be the state of things
in London, it seems as though the devil is unchained. Drunkenness and
vice walk naked and not ashamed, while many who I thought were founded
in the faith have joined the hosts of those who love not the Lord."
By this time we had entered the town, and I began to look around me for
some inn where I could find fodder for my horse and a supper for myself.
"Stay you long in Bedford, young master?"
"I hope my stay may be brief," I replied. "Will you show me to the best
inn the town affords?"
"The place most free from reproach, and where men of standing gather, is
_The Bull_," he replied, "but methinks even that will scarce be a
fitting place to-night for a well-behaved youth, as you seem to be."
"And why?" I asked.
"Because, as I told you, the whole town, since the news of the coming of
the king, hath been a scene of drunkenness and revelry. Wherever there
is much ale there is much devilry, whether it be drunk at _The Bull_ or
elsewhere. Even the ostlers cannot be got to attend to their duties,
therefore I fear you will have to groom and feed your horse yourself. As
for sleep, I much fear me that you will not be able to obtain it. I will
e'en call with you so that you may see for yourself, and if the place is
given over to carousal, then if you can think of nought better, I will
gladly offer you a bed in my own poor home."
"Thank you, good friend," I made answer, "I trust I may not need to take
advantage of your good nature; all the same I am grateful to you, and
would like to know the name of one who hath proffered such kindness."
"My name is John Bunyan," he replied, "and I minister to God's people in
this town."
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