Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
"Less ill than your deeds," he answered with great bitterness. "I
went but to get you meat and drink, and, returning, thought of that
secret way from the room above. I stepped over the sleeping sentry,
unbolted the door and closed it softly behind me, only to find the
bird flown. As I drew back the panel he had closed behind him and
followed him down the stair, greatly fearing some mischance from his
evasion, naught I imagined was so bad as the finding you together
planning his escape. Was it for this I did cherish you, little
viper?"
To all which, though his words did cut me to the heart, I but replied
that I was no reptile, and that therefore he lied, hoping by such
naughty words to provoke him to quarrel with me, while Philip was
about escaping, purposing thereafter to tell him the truth, when that
was accomplished for which I would not have him even in his own
conscience held responsible. Me they could not very heavily punish,
since from His Highness of Orange I took no pay, nor had sworn to him
any oath. Nor was I altogether hopeless of persuading Ned to conceal
his knowledge of what it would then be too late to prevent.
"Let me pass, boy," he cried, "or I will whip you soundly with my
belt." But when he would have put me aside, as I stood between them,
I held him fast to the utmost of my strength. Finding I would still
cling to him, he put his hand to the buckle of his belt.
"Whip, then," I said, "for the man shall go free." And, though my
flesh did most prophetically shudder beneath the imminent stripes, I
thought that here was no bad way of gaining time for Philip, when I
should come to weep, in Philippa's proper person, for the pain of
that whipping. But he flung me off, muttering a plague on the
Drayton countenance of me, and that the priest would make off if he
did not seize him.
"He shall!" I cried, half drawing my sword. "What! Art afraid to
draw on a lesser than thy hulking self?"
"False and ingrate though you are, I would not hurt you," he said;
"and I will not call upon the guard; but I will have him again secure
in his chamber, and so shield you, little devil, from all punishment
but what I will myself administer when all is done."
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