The Romany Rye: A sequel to "Lavengro"Borrow, George
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The Romany Rye: A sequel to "Lavengro"
Borrow, George
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
denying, he was given warning to leave next day, but he left that night,
and took me away with him, for he stole the key, and came to me and cut
my chain through, and then he and I escaped from the religious house
through a window—the cook with a bundle, containing what things he had.
No sooner had we got out than the honest cook gave me a little bit of
money and a loaf, and told me to follow a way which he pointed out, which
he said would lead to the sea; and then, having embraced me after the
Italian way, he left me, and I never saw him again. So I followed the
way which the cook pointed out, and in two days reached a seaport called
Chiviter Vik, terribly foot foundered, and there I met a sailor who spoke
Irish, and who belonged to a vessel just ready to sail for France; and
the sailor took me on board his vessel, and said I was his brother, and
the captain gave me a passage to a place in France called Marseilles; and
when I got there, the captain and sailor got a little money for me and a
passport, and I travelled across the country towards a place they
directed me to called Bayonne, from which they said I might, perhaps, get
to Ireland. Coming, however, to a place called Pau, all my money being
gone, I enlisted into a regiment called the Army of the Faith, which was
going into Spain, for the King of Spain had been dethroned and imprisoned
by his own subjects, as perhaps you may have heard; and the King of
France, who was his cousin, was sending an army to help him, under the
command of his own son, whom the English called Prince Hilt, because when
he was told that he was appointed to the command, he clapped his hand on
the hilt of his sword. So I enlisted into the regiment of the Faith,
which was made up of Spaniards, many of them priests who had run out of
Spain, and broken Germans, and foot-foundered Irish like myself. It was
said to be a blackguard regiment, that same regiment of the Faith; but,
’faith, I saw nothing blackguardly going on in it, for you would hardly
reckon card-playing, and dominoes, and pitch and toss blackguardly, and I
saw nothing else going on in it. There was one thing in it which I
disliked—the priests drawing their Spanish knives occasionally, when they
lost their money. After we had been some time at Pau, the Army of the
Faith was sent across the mountains into Spain, as the vanguard of the
French; and no sooner did the Spaniards see the Faith than they made a
dash at it, and the Faith ran away, myself along with it, and got behind
the French army, which told it to keep there, and the Faith did so, and
followed the French army, which soon scattered the Spaniards, and in the
end placed the king on his throne again. When the war was over the Faith
was disbanded; some of the foreigners, however, amongst whom I was one,
were put into a Guard regiment, and there I continued for more than a
year.
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