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
Farther explanations ensued; but, as so often happens with every man
in the course of life, the first step thus taken in advance brought
its doubts and difficulties with it. But Chartley was impetuous, and
he felt it impossible to refrain. As to telling him the name of the
place where Iola had found refuge, or describing it, so that he
himself could judge exactly where it was, that the Arab could not do;
but he offered to guide his lord thither, whenever he pleased,
averring truly that he had noted every step of the way so well he
could make no mistake.
"How far?" demanded Chartley.
"One hour, with fleet horses," answered the man.
"Well, then, to-morrow at daybreak, we will set out," replied his
master. "Say nought to any one, but have our horses prepared, and we
will away with the first ray of dawn."
This course was followed; and, while Arden was still quietly sleeping
in his bed, Chartley and the Arab were on their way towards the house
of the old franklin, Elias Ames. With the certainty of a dog tracking
a deer, Ibn Ayoub led his master along every step of the way which the
gardener's son had pursued on the preceding day, except in as much as
he circled round the foot of the little rise on which the abbey stood,
and reached the end of the row of osiers by crossing the meadows. The
whole journey occupied as near as possible an hour; and at the end of
that time Chartley had the franklin's house, and the cultivated land
around it, before him.
"There," said Ibn Ayoub, pointing with his hand. "She dwells there."
"Well then," said Chartley, springing to the ground, "lead the horses
in amongst the trees, where they cannot be seen. I will give the
signal when I come out. She may be angry," he thought; "but women
little know, I believe, the eager impatience which a man who loves
truly feels to see again the lady of his heart, after a long absence."
Thus saying, he walked along the path, and approached the house. The
windows were all closed with their wooden shutters; and he circled it
all round, without finding means of entrance.
"It may alarm her, if I rouse the house suddenly," he thought; and,
retreating to the edge of the wood again, he remained watching for
about half an hour longer. Then the old man himself and a stout woman
servant came forth from the door, and took down the boards from the
windows; and when that was done, the good franklin walked away down a
little dell to the right, as if to superintend his own affairs for the
day. Chartley waited till he was gone; and by that time the woman had
re-entered the house; but he heard, or fancied he heard, the tones of
a sweet well-known voice speaking to her as she went in. He then
crossed the space between, hesitated for a moment as to whether he
should knock at the door or not, but at length laid his hand upon the
latch, and opened it without farther ceremony.
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