The Young Castellan: A Tale of the English Civil WarFenn, George Manville
History
The Young Castellan: A Tale of the English Civil War
Fenn, George Manville
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
"Then you've been fishing!" thought Roy, but he did not say so, only
gave orders for the bridge to be lowered again, and sent a man for a
supply of grease to well lubricate the rollers and chains.
Down went the bridge, in a most unmusical way, and as soon as it was in
its place once more, a man was sent across for the village carpenter to
come with his tools, there being plenty of good seasoned oak-wood stored
up in the buildings.
Then a consultation ensued. They had the means of cutting themselves
off from the outer world, and in a short time the portcullis would add
to the strength of their defences.
"What's next, Ben?" said Roy.
"I'm a-thinking, sir. We've done a lot already, but there's so much
more to do that things get a bit jumbled like in my head. We've got to
get our garrison, and then there's two very important things--wittles
and water!"
"The well supplies that last," said Roy; "and if we were running short,
we could use the water from the moat for everything but food."
"Yes, sir, that's good. Cart must go to the mill, and bring all the
corn and flour that can be got. Then we must have some beasts and sheep
from the farm."
"That's bad," said Roy, "because they'll want feeding."
"Have to be driven out every morning, sir, till we're besieged. Must
have some cows in too, so that if we are beset we can be independent.
But first of all, sir, we ought to see to the powder and the guns. But
you and me must see to the powder ourselves. We shall want some help
over the guns, and I'm thinking as you'd best make that carpenter stay.
The wheels are off one or two of the gun-carriages, and there's no
rammers or sponges; and I shouldn't wonder if the carriages as I painted
over and pitched are only so many worm-eaten shells."
"Well, all these things will have to be got over by degrees, Ben. We
have done the first great things towards making the castle safe, and an
enemy need not know how unprepared we are."
"I don't know so much about being safe, sir."
"What, not with the drawbridge up?"
"No, sir," said Ben, in a low tone. "But suppose you sends the men to
dinner now, and orders 'em to meet in a hour's time in the court-yard--
oh dear, oh dear! that's all garden now."
"You can make room for the men to meet without disturbing the garden,"
said Roy, sharply.
"Very well, sir; you're master. Will you give your orders?"
Roy gave them promptly, and the men walked away.
"Now, then," said Roy, "what did you mean about the place not being
safe? With the bridge up, they could only cross to us by rafts or
boats, and then they couldn't get in."
"Well, sir, it's like this. I've heard tell, though I'd forgotten all
about it till just now, as there's a sort o' passage goes out from the
dungeons under the nor'-west tower over to the little ruins on the hill
over yonder."
"Impossible! Why, it would have to be half a mile long, Ben."
"All that, sir."
"But it couldn't go under the moat. It would be full of water."
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