The Lady of Loyalty House: A NovelMcCarthy, Justin H. (Justin Huntly)
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The Lady of Loyalty House: A Novel
McCarthy, Justin H. (Justin Huntly)
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction; Love stories
"I must not say much," Brilliana protested, "no more than this, that
in this enterprise, if you but achieve it, you will win great credit
with the King at no cost to yourself, you spoil a rival, and--but
this is very private--you will give great pleasure to that same
nameless lady."
Master Peter shouted, "Why, then, all's well. I will pick him as
clean as a whistle." Again caution overcrowded cheer. "But I must
pick my time, look you."
On this, Brilliana became emphatic.
"No time like the present. It is to my certain knowledge that Master
Paul is away from home to-day." Again she looked to Halfman for
support, and again Halfman yielded it blithely.
"Ay, he has gone hawking," he declared; "he will not be home this
great while."
Halfman's confirmation decided Master Peter.
"Why, I go at once. When the cat's away--! I will be back within the
hour."
"Then," said Brilliana, "pray you go to the house and gather in my
name from the servants' hall such men as you may need for your
enterprise. Use despatch, for indeed I long for your return."
Master Peter paid her what he believed to be a courtly bow.
"That same nameless lady shall praise me," he chuckled, and, turning,
made for the house with all speed. When they were alone, Brilliana
and Halfman looked at each other with the mirth of children who have
successfully raided an orchard.
"I have netted them," Brilliana said. "If it do but happen pat, we
shall have served the King and punished two cozening faint-hearts.
For the best of it is that neither can complain. Each is neck-high in
the mire of lies, each has plundered the other, and must be dumb for
shame of his knavery."
"It will be brave to spy their faces," Halfman commented, "when they
smell out the snare."
"Look to it," Brilliana suggested, "that they be kept apart when they
come here. The jest must not spoil. How these old hawks will fly at
each other when we unhood them."
"Trust me, lady," said Halfman. "I have been a play-actor and know
how to stage a pair of gabies to the show."
He saluted her and made to depart. She had learned to like his
company through the long days of siege, and this dull day of quiet
she felt lonely. Moreover, she was grateful to him for having helped
her so well in her plot against the niggards.
"Come again when you have taken order for this," she said. "There is
still much to do, much to think for."
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