The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
High roads, however, in those days were very different things from
those which they have now become; and there is scarcely a parish road
in England, or a commercial road in France, which is not wider, more
open, and better in every respect than the high road we speak of was
at that time. When he had gained it, however, the Count went on more
easily till he arrived at the spot where it entered one of the large
woods which supplied the inhabitants with fuel in a country
unproductive of coal. There, however, he met with an obstruction which
he had not at all anticipated. As he approached the outskirts of the
wood, there was a sudden flash to the right, and a ball whistled
across the Count's path, but without hitting either himself or his
servant.
He was too much accustomed to scenes in which such winged messengers
of death were common, to be startled by the shot, but merely muttering
to himself, "This is unpleasant; we must put a stop to this so near
Morseiul," he considered whether it would be better for him to push
his horse forward or to go back upon the open road. But the matter was
settled for him by others; for he was surrounded in a moment by five
or six men, who speedily pulled him off his horse, though he made no
effort to resist where resistance he saw would be vain, and then
demanded his name in an imperative and threatening manner. He heard,
however, at the same time, the galloping of the horse of Jerome
Riquet, who had remained some twenty or thirty yards behind him; and
perfectly certain, therefore, that very efficient aid would soon be
brought to deliver him, he determined to procrastinate as far as
possible, in the hopes of taking some of the plunderers who had
established themselves so near his dwelling.
"I cannot see," he said, "what your business can be with my name; if
it is my money that you want, any that I have upon my person you can
take.--My good friend, you will oblige me by not holding my collar so
tight; it gives me a feeling of strangulation, which, as you may
perhaps some day know, is not very pleasant."
The man who held him, and who seemed the principal of the group, did
not appear to be at all offended at being reminded of what might be
the end of his exploits, but let go his collar, laughing and saying,
"You are merry! however, your money we shall take as our own right. It
is fair toll you know; and your name we must have too, as being
officers of the King's highway, if not of the King, we have certainly
a right to ask for passports."
"Heaven forbid that I should deny any of your rights," replied the
Count; "my money I will give you with all my heart: but my name is my
own, and I do not choose to give that to any one."
"Well, then, we must take you where we can see your face," replied the
other. "Then if we know you, well and good, you shall go on; if we do
not know you, we shall find means to make you speak more clearly, I
will warrant."
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