The Lion of the North: A Tale of the Times of Gustavus AdolphusHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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The Lion of the North: A Tale of the Times of Gustavus Adolphus
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Gustav II Adolf, King of Sweden, 1594-1632 -- Fiction; Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
Malcolm on rejoining was greeted with great pleasure by his comrades,
who had made up their minds that he had in some way fallen a victim to
the peasants. The noncommissioned officers and men of his party had been
severely reprimanded for leaving the village without finding him. In
their defence they declared that they had searched every house and shed,
and, having found no sign of him, or of any struggle having taken place,
they supposed that he must have returned alone. But their excuses were
not held to be valid, the idea of Malcolm having left his men without
orders being so preposterous that it was held it should never have been
entertained for a moment by them.
“I shall never be anxious about you again,” Nigel Graheme said, when
Malcolm finished the narrative of his adventures to the officers of his
regiment as they sat round the campfire on the evening when he rejoined
them. “This is the third or fourth time that I have given you up for
dead. Whatever happens in the future, I shall refuse to believe the
possibility of any harm having come to you, and shall be sure that
sooner or later you will walk quietly into camp with a fresh batch of
adventures to tell us. Whoever of us may be doomed to lay our bones in
this German soil, it will not be you. Some good fairy has distinctly
taken charge of you, and there is no saying what brilliant destiny may
await you.”
“But he must keep clear of the petticoats, Graheme,” Colonel Munro
laughed; “evidently danger lurks for him there, and if he is caught
napping again some Delilah will assuredly crop the hair of this young
Samson of ours.”
“There was not much of Delilah in that fury who felled me with a mallet,
colonel,” Malcolm laughed; “however, I will be careful in future, and
will not give them a chance.”
“Ah! it may come in another form next time, Malcolm,” Munro said; “this
time it was an old woman, next time it may be a young one. Beware, my
boy! they are far the most dangerous, innocent though they may look.”
A laugh ran round the circle.
“Forewarned forearmed, colonel,” Malcolm said sturdily, “I will be on
my guard against every female creature, young or old, in future. But
I don't think that in this affair the woman has had much to boast
about--she and her friends had best have left me alone.”
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