Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
And so for a mile or more we talked. There was indeed but a poor
heart in what gaiety we used, but it served to lead at last to matter
more important. And then I found his purpose was but to escort me in
safety to my father's house, and himself pass on; whither, he would
not say, and at length confessed he did not know. And I vowed in my
heart he should go no further than Drayton, but bided my time. There
followed, in a bad part of the way, a little silence. And now the
rain, for some time slackening, ceased altogether, and a little pale
light from the moon struggling through the clouds, we drew together
again. This time it was Ned did break the silence, and his words
showed me he had begun to review that night's work.
"That was bold juggling you did with His Highness and the sword,
mistress," he said. "Wherefore did you break it?"
"Because I hold men should keep faith, even princes," I answered,
"and I will make him fulfil his word, up to the hilt--I would say
down to the point, which I keep until it is earned." And I felt for
the fragment of His Highness's sword in the place where I had it safe
hidden. And then I drew rein on Charley, catching at my comrade's
rein with the other hand. "O Ned!" I cried, "how am I to do all
this, if you will leave me? Take me and your story to my father, and
among us we shall find a way."
In the pale moonlight I could see his pale face, and on it I read the
bitterness and sorrow of a conflict that he deemed finished.
"Sweet mistress," he said, "you must not tempt me. This thing is the
fault of no man, but the hand of fate is heavy upon me. Since we
were children together, it is somewhere written that only in danger
and disgrace may I meet you. I do believe that in your heart you
know much that, but for what has happened this day to part us, I
would say to you. I will not say it, and because I will not, I must
leave you when I have brought you to your father. Do not urge me
again."
"If all the world cried out upon Philippa," I replied, feeling in my
heart as those must feel who take their lives in their hands to carry
through some desperate enterprise, or to die in default of success,
"and would have her guilty of all the crimes a woman could guiltily
do, I would laugh them all to scorn while you held me innocent and
dear."
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