The Touchstone of Fortune: Being the Memoir of Baron Clyde, Who Lived, Thrived, and Fell in the Doleful Reign of the So-called Merry Monarch, Charles IIMajor, Charles
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The Touchstone of Fortune: Being the Memoir of Baron Clyde, Who Lived, Thrived, and Fell in the Doleful Reign of the So-called Merry Monarch, Charles II
Major, Charles
Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction
"Half a league beyond the shrine a narrow road branches to the south.
Take it, and soon you will be in the midst of a forest, dark and wild.
The road will be dim and difficult to follow in its windings, but your
horses will keep the way and will take you to a gate in the midst of the
forest. Enter by the gate and follow the road winding among the trees
till you reach the double door or gate in the wall. The house will be
dark save in the third story of the stone tower, where you will see a
star beaming in the window. Raphael, my familiar spirit, will hold the
star for your guidance. In the room of the star, you will find the person
you seek. Delay not!"
He stopped speaking, bent forward, breathed upon a gold plate covered
with mystic signs which rested on a table, rose to an upright posture,
again became rigid, stretched out his hands with face upturned, and
whispered in tones almost inaudible:--
"Come thou, great Raphael, spirit of rescue, and help me this night in a
righteous cause. In the name of Jupiter, the father of the gods, Mercury,
his son, and Psyche, the spirit of the stars!"
He stood dazed for a moment, as though just awakened, then turning
quickly to me, said: "Lose not a moment's time. Hasten at once to the
rescue. I am sure my directions will lead you to her whom you seek."
Betty, George, and I gathered our hats and cloaks, and George, turning to
me, said:--
"We must find a light coach and four good horses. The road will be heavy
with snow, and we must be prepared to travel rapidly."
"Father has four good horses, as strong and swift as any in London,"
suggested Betty. "He has a light coach, too. Let us return to the Old
Swan and prepare to start at once."
"Betty, you are too wise for one of your age and sex," said George. "But
without your wisdom, I don't know what we should have done this night.
Let us go immediately."
Our coachman put his horses to a gallop, we reached the Old Swan in a
short time, and within less than half an hour, a porter informed me that
a coach and four were awaiting us in the courtyard. Pickering lent us
greatcoats and rugs and all things needful to keep us warm. He did not
know the exact reason for our journey, but had learned from Betty that it
was undertaken in an affair of great moment, involving my cousin's
safety.
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