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
“No, no,” the girl replied hurriedly. “I would rather be able to always
take my oath on the holy relics that I know nothing about it.”
“Very well,” Malcolm replied; “then this afternoon I will call.”
Having hidden away under his doublet the suit of boy's clothes, and with
the tools of his trade in a small basket in his hand, Malcolm presented
himself at three o'clock in the afternoon to the sentry at the door
leading to the count's apartments. The soldier glanced at the pass and
permitted him to enter without remark.
The waiting maid met him inside and conducted him upstairs, and ushered
him into a spacious apartment, in which the count was lying on a couch,
while the countess and Thekla sat at work beside him. She then retired
and closed the door after her. The count and Thekla looked with surprise
at the young artisan, but the countess ran to meet him, and threw her
arms round his neck as if she had been his mother, while Thekla gave a
cry of delight as she recognized him.
“Welcome a thousand times! Welcome, my brave friend!” the countess
exclaimed. “What dangers must you not have encountered on your way
hither to us! The count and Thekla knew not that I had written to
you, for I feared a failure; and when I learned yesterday that you had
arrived I still kept silence, partly to give a joyful surprise to my
lord today, partly because, if the governor called, I was sure that this
child's telltale face would excite his suspicion that something unusual
had happened.”
“How imprudent!” the count said, holding out his hand to Malcolm. “Had
I known that my wife was sending to you I would not have suffered her to
do so, for the risk is altogether too great, and yet, indeed, I am truly
glad to see you again.”
Thekla gave Malcolm her hand, but said nothing. She had now reached an
age when girls feel a strange shyness in expressing their feelings; but
her hand trembled with pleasure as she placed it in Malcolm's, and her
cheek flushed hotly as, in accordance with the custom of the times, she
presented it to his kiss.
“Now,” the count said, “do not let us waste time; tell us quickly by
what miracle you have arrived here, and have penetrated to what is
really my prison. You must be quick, for we have much to say, and your
visit must be a short one for every third day the governor of the prison
pays me a visit to see how I am getting on, and I expect that he will be
here ere long.”
“Then,” Malcolm said, “I had best prepare for his coming, for assuredly
I am not going to hurry away.”
So saying, he lifted down the great clock which stood on a bracket on
the wall, and placed it on a side table. “I am a clockmaker,” he said,
“and am come to put this machine, whose stopping has annoyed you sadly,
into order.”
So saying, he took some tools from his basket, removed the works of the
clock, and, taking them in pieces, laid them on the table.
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