The Lion's Whelp: A Story of Cromwell's TimeBarr, Amelia E.
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The Lion's Whelp: A Story of Cromwell's Time
Barr, Amelia E.
Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
It was like passing from death unto life to come out of these caverns of
the sword into the light and glory of the westering sun, to feel its
warmth, and see its brave colours, and hear the cuckoo, like a wandering
voice, among the trees. Jane was the first to speak. "How beautiful is
life and light!" she cried. "Let us get far away from this woeful
palace. I felt such sorrowful Presence in every room; I thought I heard
sighs following me, and soft steps. Who would live in such a home? To
do so, it is to say to Misfortune, ’Come and live with me.’"
The spirits of the little party, so gay in the morning, had sunk to the
level of their surroundings: the damp river with its twinkling lights,
the gray gloaming, the laboured dip of the traveling oars. They were
near the city when Mary Former said a few words about the evil-omened
parlour and the two prophecies; then she wondered, "If it was really in
the power of any one to reveal the future." And Philip Calamy, a very
devout young man, who was in attendance upon Jane, answered,
"The Book of the Future, in whatever language it may be written, is a
perilous one to read. We should go mad with too much learning there."
"Yet," said Jane, "it is most sure that certain signs precede certain
events; and I see not why the good man, being related to heavenly
beings—a little lower than the angels—may not foresee and foretell; and
by the same token, the evil being, related to evil angels, might have a
like intelligence."
The discussion was not continued, for they were at the river stairs, and
as they passed through the city they were instantly aware of great
excitement. The rabble were gathered round the men of news, and were
listening with open mouths; the tradesmen were talking in groups at
their shop doors; they heard the name of Cromwell repeatedly, sometimes
in pride, sometimes in anger; and small bodies of the army were very
much in evidence. It was impossible not to feel that something of great
moment had happened, or was going to happen; and when Jane entered the
hall at Sandys and saw Doctor Verity’s hat and cloak there, she expected
that he had come with information. The next moment Mrs. Swaffham came
hurriedly forward, and when she saw Jane, she raised her eyes and threw
up her hands with the palms outward, to express her huge astonishment
and dismay.
"Mother," cried Jane, "what is the matter? What has happened?" and Mrs.
Swaffham answered—
"The strangest thing that ever happened in England."
Even while she spoke they heard General Swaffham coming up the steps,
the clatter of his arms emphasising his perturbed feelings. He was very
little inclined to parade his military importance, so that the rattle of
swords and spurs meant something more than usual to those who understood
him. He had scarcely entered the door ere Doctor Verity came into the
hall crying—
"Is it true, Israel? Is it true?"
"Quite true."
"And well done?"
"Well done. I am sure of it."
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