Great Britain -- History -- James I, 1603-1625 -- Fiction; Witchcraft -- Fiction
The catch into which they stepped was crowded with the lesser sort of
the Eagle’s passengers. Here were the dissatisfied, returning folk,
and here with their exploiter were the Indians brought for show.
Aderhold, looking at them, had a fleeting thought of a booth, paused
before on a morning when he had set out northward from London, years
ago.... Shipping loomed about them, Thames side before them. The
high, narrow houses, the roofs, the windows, the roaring streets,
the throng about the water steps, pushing and jostling for a sight
of the disembarking—talking and shouting, people greeting and being
greeted, a swarm and distraction! Joan sat elbow on knee, hand pressed
against lips, her eyes wide, and, as far as Thames side was concerned,
unseeing. What else she saw she did not say, but her face had a soft
and brooding look.... The catch made its landing. Joan and Aderhold,
placed in the stern, were the last to come out upon the water stairs.
Before them the second mate shouldered his way. About them was the
English crowd, beneath their feet soil of England. Home—home—home
where they were born!
CHAPTER XXXI
THE HOUR-GLASS
THEY were moving with the second mate through a busy street, toward
a harsh old pile of buildings. The mate was a watchful man. To start
aside from him into some court or lane or other street, to elude him
and vanish, was from the start a clearly hopeless thing. Did they
try it he would raise a hue and cry. They went with him in silence,
watching Fate to see what she would do.
The street was narrow, the houses dark, and high, with overhanging
storeys, with swinging signs. Above showed only one pale stripe of sky.
There were booths and shops, with an occasional stentor crying of “What
d’ye lack?—What d’ye lack?” Many people went up and down—type after
type that Aderhold recalled. The years since he had been in London
had made no great difference. He thought that he discerned more party
men—in many a greater stiffness of bearing, a darker hue and plainer
cut in apparel. The chance words and phrases caught in passing had an
interest....
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