The Woodman: A Romance of the Times of Richard IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
The Woodman: A Romance of the Times of Richard III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Great Britain -- History -- Richard III, 1483-1485 -- Fiction
He waited for some time, every now and then looking up the road, and
sometimes bending his head to listen. At length he caught the sound of
horses' feet coming at a slow pace, and making but little noise; for,
as I have said elsewhere, the road was sandy. He then looked up the
hill, and saw, coming slowly down, in no very regular order, a party
of from twenty to five and twenty persons, male and female. Without
waiting for anything but the first casual glance, he withdrew a little
further from the road, amongst the high bushes which skirted the
forest all round, intermingled with a few taller trees. There, where
he could see without being seen, he paused, and crossed his arms upon
his chest, looking intently through an aperture in the young green
leaves, which afforded a good view of a considerable part of the road.
At the end of some three or four minutes after he had taken his
station, the cavalcade began to appear. It was headed by a lady on a
fine grey horse, which she managed well and gracefully. The
description given of her appearance by the wandering musician was
quite correct, so far as it went. She was very beautiful, and her
skin, most delicately fair and soft, without a wrinkle. Her hair,
braided across the forehead, in a mode not usual in England, seemed
once to have been nut brown, but was now somewhat streaked with grey.
Her figure too was exceedingly fine, though not above the middle
height; but it had lost the great delicacy of youth, and assumed the
beauties of a more mature age. Her dress was exceedingly plain,
consisting of a grey riding-gown, cape, and hood, which had fallen
back upon her shoulders; but there was an air of graceful dignity in
her whole figure which was not to be mistaken. The expression of her
countenance was dignified also; but it was exceedingly grave--grave
even to melancholy.
A number of much gayer-looking personages succeeded, and some of their
dresses were exceedingly beautiful and even splendid; but the eye of
the woodman--as that of most other people would have done--fixed upon
that lady alone, was never removed from her for an instant, and
followed her down the road till the trees shut her from his sight.
Then, after pausing for a moment or two, with his gaze firmly fixed
upon the ground, he cast himself down in the long grass, and buried
his face in his hands.
CHAPTER XXIV.
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