The Lady of BlossholmeHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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The Lady of Blossholme
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Great Britain -- History -- Henry VIII, 1509-1547 -- Fiction
“These are the papers that Jeffrey Stokes saved when your father fell.
They were given for safekeeping to the writer of these words, far away
across the sea, and he hands them on unopened. Your husband lives and is
well again, also Jeffrey Stokes, and though they have been hindered on
their journey, doubtless he will find his way back to England, whither,
believing you to be dead, as I did, he has not hurried. There are
reasons why I, his friend and yours, cannot see you or write more, since
my duty calls me hence. When it is finished I will seek you out if I
still live. If not, wait in peace until your joy finds you, as I think
it will.
“One who loves your lord well, and for his sake you also.”
Cicely laid down the paper and burst into a flood of weeping.
“Oh, cruel, cruel!” she sobbed, “to tell so much and yet so little. Nay,
what an ungrateful wretch am I, since Christopher truly lives, and I
also live to learn it, I, whom he deems dead.”
“By my soul,” said Emlyn, when she had calmed her, “that cloaked man is
a prince of messengers. Oh, had I but known what he bore I’d have had
all the story, if I must cling to him like Potiphar’s wife to Joseph.
Well, well, Joseph got away and half a herring is better than no fish,
also this is good herring. Moreover, you have got the deeds when you
most wanted them and what is better, a written testimony that will bring
the traitor Maldon to the scaffold.”
CHAPTER XIV
JACOB AND THE JEWELS
Cicely’s journey to London was strange enough to her, who never before
had travelled farther than fifty miles from her home, and but once as a
child spent a month in a town when visiting an aunt at Lincoln. She went
in ease, it is true, for Commissioner Legh did not love hard travelling,
and for this reason they started late and halted early, either at some
good inn, if in those days any such places could be called good, or
perhaps in a monastery where he claimed of the best that the frightened
monks had to offer. Indeed, as she observed, his treatment of these poor
folk was cruel, for he blustered and threatened and inquired, accusing
them of crimes that they had not committed, and finally, although he had
no mission to them at the time, extracted great gifts, saying that if
these were not forthcoming he would make a note and return later. Also
he got hold of tale-bearers, and wrote down all their scandalous and
lying stories told against those whose bread they ate.
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