The Courtship of Morrice Buckler: A RomanceMason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)
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The Courtship of Morrice Buckler: A Romance
Mason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)
Great Britain -- History -- James II, 1685-1688 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
For a time I endured this servitude in an extraordinary barrenness of
mind. Not even the thought of escape stirred me to activity. The
sudden misfortune which had befallen me seemed to have numbed and
dulled all but my bodily faculties. Moreover the long and arduous
labour, to which I was set, wearied me in the extreme, and each
evening I came back so broken with fatigue that I wished for nothing
so much as to climb into my loft and stretch myself out upon my
branches in the dark, though even then I was often too tired to sleep,
and so would lie hour after hour counting the seconds by the pulsing
of my sinews.
After a couple of weeks had gone by, however, I began to take some
notice of the place of my captivity, and to seek whether by any means
I might compass my escape. For I recalled, with an apprehension which
quickened speedily, as I dwelt upon it, into a panic of terror, the
singular prophecy and sentence which the Countess had flung at me. I
began to see myself already sinking into a dull apathy, performing my
daily task, with no thought beyond my physical needs, until I became
one with these coarse peasants in spirit and mind.
What else, I reflected, could happen? Remote from all intercourse or
companionship, with not so much as a single book to divert me,
labouring with my hands from dawn to dusk, and guarded ever by
ignorant boors who reckoned me not worth even their speech--what else
could I become? 'Twould need far less than a lifetime to work the
transformation!
But, however carefully I watched, I could by no means come at the
opportunity of an evasion. At night, as I have said, Groder shared the
loft with me, and slept over the trap-door; nor was there any window
or other opening through which I might drop to the ground, since the
roof reached down to the flooring upon every side. This roof consisted
of a thatch of boughs, and of large sheets of bark superimposed upon
them, and weighted down by heavy stones. One night, indeed, when
Groder lay snoring, I endeavoured to force an opening through the
thatch; but I had no help beyond what my hands afforded me--for they
took my axe from me every night as soon as we got back to the hut--and
I was compelled, moreover, to work with the greatest caution and
quietude lest I should awaken my companion; so that I got nothing for
my pains but a few scratches and an additional fatigue to carry
through the morrow.
Nor, indeed, was my case any better in the day-time. We all worked in
the same clearing, and at no single moment was I out of sight of my
gaolers.
But even had I succeeded in eluding them, I doubt whether at this time
I should have been any nearer the fulfilment of my desire. For I knew
not so much as the direction of Lukstein, and I should only have
wandered helpless amongst these heights until either I was recaptured
or perished miserably upon the desolate wastes of snow.
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