"God save the king!" murmured Lady Royland, softly, with her eyes closed; and her words sounded like a prayerful echo of her son's utterance. There was a pause for a few moments, and then Lady Royland went on. "Your father says that we lie right out of the track of the trouble here, and that he prays that nothing may disturb us; but as the country grows more unsettled with the war, evil men will arise everywhere, ready to treat the laws of the country with contempt, and that it is our duty in his absence to be prepared." "Prepared! Yes, mother," cried Roy, excitedly; and he flung himself upon his knees, rested his elbows on his mother's lap, and seized her hands. "Go on, go on!" "He says that you have grown a great fellow now, and that the time has come for you to play the man, and fill his place in helping me in every way possible." "Father says that, mother?" cried the boy, flushing scarlet. "Yes; and that he looks to you to be my counsellor, and, with the help of his faithful old servant Martlet, to do everything you can to put the place in a state of defence." "Why, mother," said Roy, "old Ben will go mad with delight." Lady Royland suppressed a sigh, and went on firmly. "He bids me use my discretion to decide whom among the tenants and people of the village I can--we can--trust, Roy, and to call upon them to be ready, in case of an emergency, to come in here and help to protect the place and their own belongings; but to be very careful whom I do trust, for an enemy within the gates is a terrible danger." "Yes, of course," cried Roy, whose head seemed once more in a whirl. "He goes on to say that there may not be the slightest necessity for all this, but the very fact of our being prepared will overawe people who might be likely to prove disaffected, and will keep wandering bands of marauders at a distance." "Of course--yes; I see," cried Roy, eagerly. "Yes, mother, I'll go to work at once." "You will do nothing foolish, I know, my boy," said the mother, laying one hand upon his head and gazing proudly in his eyes. "Nothing if I can help it," he cried; "and I'll consult you in everything, but--but--" "Yes, my boy, speak out." "I don't want to hurt your feelings, dear, and yet if I speak of a sword or a gun--" Lady Royland shivered slightly, but she drew a long, deep breath, and raised herself up proudly.