Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
Content heard the request, which was uttered sufficiently in the manner of
an order, perfectly unmoved. Without betraying either hesitation or
concern, he disposed himself to comply. Drawing the light ladder through
the trap below, he placed it against the one above him, and ascending he
raised the door. He then returned to the floor beneath, making a quiet
gesture to imply that they who chose might mount. But the strangers
regarded each other with very visible doubts. Neither of the inferiors
seemed disposed to precede his chief, and the latter evidently hesitated
as to the order in which it was meet to make the necessary advance.
"Is there no other manner of mounting, but by this narrow ascent?" he
asked.
"None. Thou wilt find the ladder secure, and of no difficult height. It is
intended for the use of women and children."
"Ay," muttered the officer, "but your women and children are not called
upon to confront the devil in a human form. Fellows, are thy weapons in
serviceable condition? Here may be need of spirit, ere we get our--Hist!
by the Divine Right of our Gracious Master! there is truly one stirring
above. Harkee, my friend; thou knowest the road so well, we will choose to
follow thy conduct."
Content, who seldom permitted ordinary events to disturb the equanimity of
his temper, quietly assented, and led the way up the ladder, like one who
saw no ground for apprehension in the undertaking. The agent of the crown
sprang after him, taking care to keep as near as possible to the person of
his leader, and calling to his inferiors to lose no time in backing him
with their support. The whole mounted through the trap, with an alacrity
nothing short of that with which they would have pressed through a
dangerous breach; nor did either of the four take time to survey the
lodgment he had made, until the whole party was standing in array, with
hands grasping the handles of their pistols, or seeking as it were
instinctively the hilts of their broadswords.
"By the dark visage of the Stuart!" exclaimed the principal personage,
after satisfying himself by a long and disappointed gaze, that what he
said was true, "here is nought but an unarmed savage boy!"
"Didst expect to meet else?" demanded the still unmoved Content.
"Hum--that which we expected to meet is sufficiently known to the quaint
old gentleman below, and to our own good wisdom. If thou doubtest of our
right to look into thy very hearts, warranty for that we do can be
forthcoming. King Charles hath little cause to be tender of his mercies to
the dwellers of these Colonies, who lent but too willing ears to the
whinings and hypocrisies of the wolves in sheeps' clothing, of whom old
England hath now so happily gotten rid. Thy buildings shall again be
rummaged from the bricks of the chimney-tops to the corner-stone in thy
cellars, unless deceit and rebellious cunning shall be abandoned, and the
truth proclaimed with the openness and fairness of bold-speaking
Englishmen."
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