The MS. in a Red BoxHamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
History
The MS. in a Red Box
Hamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
Axholme, Isle of (England) -- History -- Fiction
"A week after you took refuge in Lindholme, I thought we had been
foolish not to pay better attention to the proclamation issued by the
earl. Here it is. You see the description is of your appearance as it
was before that villain meddled with your face, and we might have
shipped you off under the eyes of men who had that description in their
hands. I should have ventured across to Lindholme to speak with you on
this; but feared I might lead the way for your pursuers, and waited
also for the slackening of the hue-and-cry."
"Thank Heaven for your delay. This may mean the salvation of Bess, and
better terms for me than I had any hope of when we set off. The earl
and those nearest him may know nothing of my mutilation. I will take
the chance to negotiate with the earl myself. I know him as you do
not. If my scheme prove good, Bess will be handed over to you within
an hour. What will come of me, remains to be seen. You will let every
one know where I am, and stir up all the help for me that can be found,
I know right well. Squire Stovin, Parson Graves, Mr. Ulceby, and
whomsoever else you can think of. Here we are! Take Trueboy. I must
not ride up to the castle, but enter as a marshman should."
We both alighted and gripped hands.
"God give you good luck!" said John. "I dare not gainsay you, my
friend, for you are doing what I hope I should do, if I were in your
place. Be sure I will not rest until all is done that may be done, to
snatch you from beneath the old lion's paw."
CHAPTER XXII
The earl maintained a great retinue and a kind of military state, and
the courtyard of his castle was alive this morning with pages and
serving-men in his livery, exercising or bustling about on various
errands; but I had little fear any of them would know me, for not many
of the gentlemen of the isle chose to enter his train, nor did the
common folk relish the restraint and weariness of his service, so the
bulk of those who wore his colours were enlisted from distant parts of
the country. My confidence was justified, no one accosting me or
taking any heed of me. I told the porter, using the style of speaking
which matched my apparel, I had tidings for the earl of the first
importance. He conducted me to a little room, where he bade me wait
the leisure of the steward and left me. The door of the room stood
ajar, and I heard voices in a room opposite, one of them being
Boswell's. Needless to say I listened with both ears.
"Oh, sir, persuade the earl to hear me for one moment--I beg for only a
moment."
"You do but waste my time. I tell you the earl will not see you."
"Then for pity's sake, good Master Nicholas, go you to him and let him
know Vavasour is found. He is in hiding at Lindholme. If the earl
will order a dozen men to go with me, the murderer shall be in his
hands this afternoon. The frost makes the bog like stone."
"His lordship shall hear this, certainly."
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