The Great Captain: A Story of the Days of Sir Walter RaleighTynan, Katharine
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The Great Captain: A Story of the Days of Sir Walter Raleigh
Tynan, Katharine
Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618 -- Fiction
My Lord Boyle had found us the funds; so much I knew, but liked him no
better. The evening before we were to sail there was a great banquet,
and many gentlemen came even from so far off as Dublin to wish the Great
Captain Godspeed. We were to sail at blink of the morning star, and
there was to be no sleeping for us till we were on shipboard. Never have
I seen my lord but once so magnificently clad. His doublet was of white
silk, so sewn with diamonds that the silk was hardly to be seen. His
hose were of white silk, his trunk-hose of silk with slashings of gold.
Over one shoulder he wore a short cloak of yellow velvet clasped with
diamonds; and the rosettes of his shoes were a blaze of diamonds. Seeing
his face in the midst of such splendor I marvelled how the Queen could
harden her heart against him—for never have I seen him in any
assemblage, however honorable, that he did not make the other gentlemen
seem mean and dull beside him.
When the gayety was at its highest and he feared not to be missed, I saw
him slip from the table with my Lord Boyle, and retire with him into the
oriel. The banquet had been set in the oriel-chamber because it was
lighter and more spacious.
When my lord had left the table I too went away. Looking at the horologe
my lord had given me, I saw that it lacked yet two hours of the time
when we should be aboard.
I went down stairs to the lower chamber, which was dark and silent. Once
more I thought I should endeavor to find the secret way through which
the death-damp came, and my midnight visitor of more than a year ago. If
he had sought me since he had not found me, for I had avoided being
alone there since that night.
There was neither moonlight nor rushlight in the room, so that I could
only grope with my fingers for the secret the panel must contain. For
some time I groped in vain. Then my nails seemed to have found a crack
in the wood, a mere notch in which they fitted. It gave me no promise,
for the oak had warped here and there, and had left a few furrows. I was
sure I had been over all the place before, yet now as I drew a little
way the whole panel began to move. I did not know then, nor could I see,
the cunning by which that door was devised so that none should discover
it. I have said that the chamber was quite dark.
Feeling now before me with my hands, I found a vacant square wide enough
for one to creep through. Through it the wind blew strongly, and it was
a cold, earthy, evil-smelling wind, such as I knew full well. Where
might it lead? There was a report amongst us that the house had secret
ways to the harbor; but it was no honest sea-wind, however confined and
far from its source, that blew my way, but something far more villanous.
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