The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and IIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and II
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
"Oh, no!" replied. "This and the hovel near was my only lodging last
night; but I have got better quarters to-day, and, if you will come up
with me, I will show you where they are."
The old lady who fulfilled the office of surgeon to the soldiery and
inferior officers had managed to bind up my arm very skilfully,
pouring in some peculiar compound of her own devising, which healed
the wound so rapidly that I can scarcely say I received any farther
inconvenience from it. After she had done and received her reward, we
walked up to my new dwelling, and I assigned to the young lord a room
immediately beneath that which I had chosen for myself.
Having done this, and given some little regularity to my affairs, I
went out to visit the different quarters of the camp, and to see more
with my own eyes than I had hitherto been able to see. The day passed
over without any farther effort on our side than the erection and
opening of the new battery; but, as I went round every part of the
encampment, I twice met the Prince de Condé and D'Andelot, and once
the Admiral de Coligny. They noticed me, I saw, though neither of them
spoke; and while their conduct showed me there was no want of activity
or vigilance on the part of our leaders, my appearance at different
points of the camp was construed by them, I afterward found, into
proofs of my zeal and industry. I mentioned that each of these
generals had praised my conduct highly in the morning; but the most
satisfactory proof to myself of having really acted well was afforded
to me that night. On my return, towards supper-time, I found, besides
one of my men on guard at the door, good Moric Endem standing talking
to him while waiting my arrival.
"No want of men now, sir," he said. "This morning's work has got your
name up famously. You have nothing to do but to whistle, and you'll
have all the stray men of the camp. I have had a hundred talking to me
about it already, at least; but, of course, I could do but little till
I spoke to you. There were five or six rare old hands, however, that I
could not let go away; so that we now muster seventeen. How many more
would you like engaged?"
"At present." I replied, "not more than five-and-twenty or thirty in
all, Moric. We can do a good deal with that number; more may be
difficult to manage; and, though we are well provided for at present,
they might, in the end, be difficult to feed."
"You are quite right, sir, you are quite right," replied my good
lieutenant. "A small band, every one a good man, depend upon it, is
better than an army, with every other man an ass or a sheep; and sure
I am that I can fill up your troop till there shall not be thirty more
desperate, fearless, skilful ragamuffins in the whole place."
"Well, do so," I replied, "as speedily as possible. And now, where is
this Monsieur de Blaye?"
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