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 had nearly a mile farther to go, after this point was reached; and
his course led him through many a wild glade and bowery avenue, till
at length he came to a spot highly cultivated, which seemed to have
been reclaimed from the wood. Immediately in front of him, and at the
other side of this patch of cultivated ground, was a neat wooden
house, of one story in height, but with glass windows, and even two
chimneys; great rarities in those days. The whole front was covered
with wild honeysuckle, rich in its unceasing blossoms; and every
window, as well as the door, looked like a pleasant bower. Approaching
with a light step, through a number of rose bushes, which were planted
in front of the house, the young man knocked hard at the door with his
knuckles; and in a moment after it was opened, and he went in.
He did not see or remark, however, that he had been followed on his
track. When he first came forth from the house upon the green, there
had been protruded, beyond the angle of a new building on the opposite
side, a face very nearly black in hue, and surmounted by a turban. It
was instantly withdrawn; but when the young man hurried down towards
the stream, a figure, clad almost altogether in white, glided from
behind the new houses; and bending almost to the ground, in a position
which it would be difficult for European limbs to assume, the swarthy
watcher marked with a keen and flashing eye the course the youth took,
and, the moment he disappeared behind the osiers, darted down with the
speed of lightning, leaped a low enclosure, went straight through the
little rivulet, though it was more than knee-deep, and followed it
along its course, keeping the opposite bank to that which was pursued
by the person he was watching. When he had come within about ten yards
of the end of the row of osiers, he paused, and, bending his head,
listened attentively. A footfall met his ear. It was upon soft green
turf; but yet he heard it; and he remained perfectly still and
motionless for a minute or two, then waded through the rivulet once
more, and creeping gently in amongst the willows, gazed eagerly up the
side of the hill. The young man's figure was there before him, at
about fifty yards distance; and from that sheltered spot the other
watched him nearly to the edge of the wood. As soon as he disappeared,
his pursuer crept softly out, and, bending low, hurried up to the
slope where the figure had been lost to his eyes.
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