The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil WarsCharles, Elizabeth Rundle
History
The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil Wars
Charles, Elizabeth Rundle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
"I wish that thought had not come into my head about hearing the roar
of a battle if there were one. Since it came, I cannot help
listening, through all the sweet cheerful country-sounds, the
twitterings of the swallows under the eaves, the soft cadences of the
thrushes, the stirring of the grasses, for something in the distance!
"If we did hear anything, it would be very, very far off, fainter
than the fluttering of the leaves: like the moan of distant thunder.
"In summer days there are often mysterious, far-off sounds one cannot
account for. And now I can do nothing but listen for it.
"For almost the last thing Harry said when he went away was, that
there would be a battle, probably, before long, and if a battle,
probably a great battle.
"The forces are gathering and approaching each other.
"He took leave of us gayly, my Mother and me. But ten minutes
afterwards, he galloped back to the place in the outer field where I
was standing looking after him (my Mother having gone to be alone, as
she always does when Harry leaves us). His face had lost all the
gaiety, and he said,--
"'Lettice, if things were not to prosper with the king, and the
rebels were to attack this house, I think it would be better not
attempt to stand a siege. The house extends too far to be defended,
except with a larger garrison than you could muster. And the country
is against us. If it came to the very worst, Mr. Drayton is a
generous enemy and a gentleman, and would give you safe harbour for a
time. If all on their side or ours had been like the Draytons, there
need have been no war. You may tell them that I said so, if you
like, if it ever comes to that.'
"'Comes to _what_, Harry?' I said, shuddering.
"He tried to smile. But then, his countenance suddenly changing, he
said,--
"'Lettice, we must think of all possibilities. You are young, and my
Mother is used to lean on others.'
"'Only on _you_, Harry,' I said.
"'Yes,' he said, hurriedly; 'too much, perhaps. But trust the
Draytons, if necessary, Lettice. They will never do anything unjust
or ungenerous. If you ask their advice, they will advise you for
your good, though it cut their own throats or broke their own hearts.'
"Then, after a moment's pause, he said,--
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