Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
"I did not fashion the man," said Faith, biting her lip, and tossing her
head; "nor is it aught to me whether he be gainly or not. As to my favor
when he asks it, the man shall not wait long to know the answer. But is
not yon figure the fellow himself, Madam Heathcote?--here, coming in from
the eastern hill, along the orchard path. The form I mean is just here;
you may see it, at this moment, turning by the bend in the brook."
"There is one of a certainty, and it should be one of our hunting party,
too; and yet he doth not seem to be of a size or of a gait like that of
Eben Dudley. Thou shouldst have a knowledge of thy kindred, girl; to me it
seemeth thy brother."
"Truly, it may be Reuben Ring; still it hath much of the swagger of the
other, though their stature be nearly equal--the manner of carrying the
musket is much the same with all the borderers too--one cannot easily tell
the form of man from a stump by this light--and--yet do I think it will
prove to be the loitering Dudley."
"Loiterer or not, he is the first to return from this long and weary
chase," said Ruth, breathing heavily, like one who regretted that the
truth were so. "Go thou to the postern, and admit him, girl. I ordered
bolts to be drawn, for I like not to leave a fortress defended by a female
garrison, at this hour, with open gates. I will hie to the dwelling, and
see to the comforts of those who are a-hungered, since it will not be long
ere we shall have more of them at hand."
Faith complied, with affected indifference and sufficient delay. By the
time she had reached the place of admission, a form was seen ascending the
acclivity, and taking the direction which led to the same spot. In the
next minute, a rude effort to enter announced an arrival without.
"Gently, Master Dudley," said the wilful girl, who held the bolt with
one hand, though she maliciously delayed to remove it. "We know thou
art powerful of arm, and yet the palisadoes will scarcely fall at thy
touch. Here are no Sampsons to pull down the pillars on our heads.
Perhaps we may not be disposed to give entrance to them who stay
abroad out of all season."
"Open the postern, girl," said Eben Dudley, "after which, if thou hast
aught to say, we shall be better convenienced for discourse."
"It may be that thy conversation is most agreeable when heard from
without. Render an account of thy backslidings, throughout this day,
penitent Dudley, that I may take pity on thy weariness. But lest hunger
should have overcome thy memory, I may serve to help thee to the
particulars. The first of thy offences was to consume more than thy
portion of the cold meats; the second was to suffer Reuben Ring to kill
the deer, and for thee to claim it; and a third was the trick thou hast of
listening so much to thine own voice, that even the blasts fled thee, from
dislike of thy noise."
"Thou triflest unseasonably, Faith; I would speak with the Captain,
without delay."
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