Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
Which bitter speech came near to breaking down the restraint in which
the man had held himself. I saw the blood fly to his face, the
half-step forward, the hands clenched by his sides; I heard the one
dread word on his lips. "God--!" he gasped, and again curbed himself.
"No words of heat, sir!" said the Prince. "I did once take you for
my friend. Is mine the fault that you prove an enemy? Weigh well
what defence you will make to-morrow; let me warn you that
courts-martial in time of war are swift in procedure and deadly in
sentence. Should such court hear from your lips no more than we have
now heard, make your peace with God." And with that he would have
left the room; but I, beside myself with terror, caught him by the
arm, and tried to speak.
The Prince, however, shook me off, bidding me roughly not to court
his notice; saying that this was not a court of justice nor of favor,
but a camp; and that I was happy not to come within the purview of
its jurisdiction.
But I found my tongue, and said: "Your Highness must in courtesy hear
me."
On which, with little enough, he bade me speak.
"I do solemnly swear," said I, "before the God that shall judge us
all----"
"Beware, young man," interrupted His Highness, "lest you take that
awful name in vain."
"The more awful, great, and holy," I replied, "the readier my will to
take it now. And even so I swear that Captain Royston is no traitor.
What he has done, I have done. I will tell Your Highness all."
"Be silent," said Ned. "I do forbid it. You harm my case."
"Nay, then," I replied, "I will not. But it is even as I say."
The Prince looked in my face, and I thought that his did a little
soften. "I would I believed you, boy," he said, in gentler tones.
"But I do not believe."
And with that a great hope sprang into my mind, and--"Some day you
must believe," I cried. "But now I will ask no more than Your
Highness has already granted." And I drew forth from its sheath the
sword His Highness had given me.
"What is your meaning?" asked the Prince sternly, the frown coming
dark again across his face.
"They say that I came between Your Highness and great danger," I
replied, with an inward prayer for the courage and the skill of words
that I so sorely needed, "in recompense of which you have given me
this sword. According to the word that was given with it, I now
render it again," and here I knelt before him, holding out the weapon
by the blade, the handle toward the Prince, "praying that my friend,
Edward Royston, Captain in Your Highness's Swedish Regiment of Horse,
may stand in rank, duties, and honor, as he stood before this matter
did arise. And I ask, moreover, that, when there shall be an end of
the present troubles, Your Highness will bring him to fitting
examination and judgment, to the end that his virtue may appear to
all men."
"'T is a request of many heads and much length," said the Prince,
with a smile of much sarcasm.
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