The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
"For if this false accusation, whatever it is, be proved against me,
then none shall blush for my dishonour or sorrow for my fall. Fools
may laugh and the wicked may jeer, but the death volley will close up
my ears for ever. It may do more," he added, in a broken voice; "it
may be the means of revealing to me who was my mother, who my father,
with the great secret of eternity after all; so, my dear Askerne, I
am, you see, reckless of the future."
"Damme, Quentin, this will never do----" Monkton was beginning, when
Askerne spoke.
"In this mingled mood of sullenness and resignation you will destroy
all chance of defeating the machinations of your enemy, for such
I--I--consider our colonel to be," said the captain of grenadiers,
after a pause. "Buckle and I will prepare your declaration for
to-morrow, and it shall be sent to you for revision and emendation
soon after reveille; but you must take courage--I insist upon it, for
your own sake!"
"I do not lack it!" replied Quentin, firmly.
"By courage, I do not mean an indifference that is the result of
misanthropy, or a boldness that is gathered from despair. At your
years, Quentin, either were unnatural," said Askerne, kindly.
"My brave lad," said Monkton, putting an arm round him as an elder
brother might have done, "have you really no fear of--of death?"
"To say that I have not," replied Quentin, with quivering lip, "would
be to state that which is false; but I know death to be the ordinance
of God--the fate of all mankind. It is but the end of the course of
time--welcome only to such as are weary of their lives. I am not
weary of mine, therefore I would indeed find it hard to die. I have
always known that I must die, but never considered where or how--how
near or how distant the day of doom might be; but I do shrink with
horror at the contemplation of dying with a disgrace upon me--a
stigma which, though I am innocent, time may never remove."
"I fear that we are but poor comforters, and that you are taking the
very blackest view of matters," said Askerne; "but be advised by me,
and take courage--a resolute and modest bearing always wins respect.
In the court to-morrow are friends who will not see you wronged, for
every member there is alike a judge and a juryman. Put your trust in
Heaven and in your own innocence; sleep well if you can----"
"And be sure to take something by way of breakfast--a broiled bone
and a glass of Valdepenas--you have a long and anxious day before
you."
"And so, till we meet again, good night--God bless you, my hearty!"
They shook him warmly by the hand, and retired.
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