The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a RomanceGrier, Sydney C.
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The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a Romance
Grier, Sydney C.
Kings and rulers -- Fiction; Political fiction
It was no use to struggle, and she could not cry out. She was held
down firmly, and the cloak, or whatever the covering might be, was
pressed tightly over her face. She had almost lost consciousness when
the pressure was relaxed, and she lay helpless and motionless until
she felt some one shaking her by the shoulder, and heard a voice
speaking in an unknown tongue. She looked up into the sunken eyes of
an old woman, who was holding in one hand the rough woollen cloak
which had served as a gag. The stranger was blaming her for venturing
into such a place, Helene gathered, and warning her that if she had
been discovered, her life would have been the forfeit. Realising the
old woman’s meaning, she remembered suddenly all that had passed, and
springing up, she peered through the bushes again. The carriage and
its attendants were gone, and the crushed weeds in the drive showed
where it had passed. She turned to run after it, but the old woman
caught her by the arm, and intimated by signs that it was travelling
so fast she would never catch it. Resorting to signs in her turn,
Helene did her best to inquire whether the old woman could take her by
a short cut through the forest to the road, that she might see what
direction the carriage was taking, but the old woman expressed the
most lively fear at the prospect, moderating her gestures, however,
when she saw Helene put her hand into her pocket. It was not often
that the girl carried a purse, for there was nothing to buy at
Drinitza, and she rather liked making Usk pay everything for her when
they went into Novigrad, but it was well to have a little loose change
at hand ready for going into the village, on account of the beggars.
If the beggars were not duly noticed and relieved, they were apt to
curse the passer-by, and Helene had a nervous dislike of being cursed.
Her purse happened fortunately to be in the pocket of the pink gown,
and she emptied the store of small coins it contained into the old
woman’s hand, with the result that the owner grinned widely, and made
signs indicative of her willingness to start at once.
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