The Lady of Loyalty House: A NovelMcCarthy, Justin H. (Justin Huntly)
History
The Lady of Loyalty House: A Novel
McCarthy, Justin H. (Justin Huntly)
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction; Love stories
Halfman drew his hand across his forehead as a man who seeks to
dissipate ill dreams. Then, with a tranquil face, he gave Blaise the
attention he petitioned.
"How so?" he asked. Any business were a pleasing change from his sick
thoughts.
"Why, I am a justice of the peace for these parts," Sir Blaise said,
"and I am importuned by two honest neighbors to process of law
against your lady."
Halfman laughed unpleasantly.
"The Lady Brilliana's wish is the law of this country-side, I promise
you."
He grinned maliciously and fingered at his sword-hilt. Sir Blaise
felt exceedingly uncomfortable. Here was no promising beginning for a
solemn judicial errand. But the knight had a mighty high sense of his
own importance, and he felt himself shielded, as it were, from the
tempers of this fire-eater by the dignity of his office and the
majesty of the law. So he came to his business with a manner as
pompous as he could muster.
"Master Rainham and Master Hungerford are exceedingly angry," he
asserted.
Halfman flouted him and his clients.
"Because she bobbed them so bravely? The knaves came raving to our
gates when they found how they had been tricked into picking each
other's pockets. But I made them take to their heels, I promise you.
You should have seen their fool faces at the sight of a musket's
muzzle."
Sir Blaise looked righteously indignant.
"Sir, sir," he protested, "muskets will not mend matters if these
gentlemen have been wronged. They came hot-foot to me, and in the
interests of peace I have entreated them hither. They wait without in
the care of two of your people to keep them from flying at each
other's throats."
Halfman heard the distressing news with equanimity.
"Why not let them kill each other?" he suggested, blandly. Blaise
lifted his hands in horror.
"Friend," he said, "in this mission I am a man of peace. Will you
acquaint your lady?"
Halfman grunted acquiescence.
"Oh, ay; bring in your boobies."
He turned on his heel and swung out through the doorway into the
garden.
Sir Blaise looked after him for a moment disapprovingly, then he went
to the door by which he had entered, and, opening it, called aloud,
"This way, gentlemen, this way."
XXIV
A HIGH COURT OF JUSTICE
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account