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
"You've the right to do it, sir, and that's everything. Now, just
suppose the enemy was in front playing up ruination and destruction, and
your father was going to charge 'em with his regiment of tough dragoons,
do you think he'd say, `Now, my men, I want you to--or I'd like you to
attack those rapscallions yonder'? Not he. He'd just say a word to the
trumpeter, there'd be a note or two blown, and away we'd go at a walk;
another blast, and we should trot; then another, and away we should be
at 'em like a whirlwind, and scatter 'em like leaves. You must learn to
order us, sir, sharply. Mind, sir, it's _must_!"
"Very well," said Roy.
"Don't you be afraid, sir; let us have your order sharp, whatever it is,
and we'll do it."
"Then don't stand chattering there, sir!" cried Roy, fiercely. "Can't
you see those three men are waiting for you at the bottom of the tower?
Forward!"
"Ck!"
It was an unspeakable ejaculation which came from the old soldier's
throat as he turned sharply and marched off to the men, chuckling to
himself and shaking his shoulders as he went.
"He'll do," he muttered; and then aloud, "Up with you, my lads!"
Ben followed the men, and Roy came last, and, as he entered the
door-way, he thought of the journey down to the powder-magazine, and
felt a little shame at his nervousness.
Then up and up past the two floors and on towards the roof. As he
reached the door-way leading out on to the battlements, he stood in the
gloomy interior, and looked along the roof of the untenanted portion
towards the north-west tower, wondering what Master Pawson was doing.
He was not left in doubt, for he could just see the secretary standing
back from one of the narrow windows scanning the tower he was in,
evidently having seen them enter, and watching to see what they were
about to do.
A bit of boyishness entered into Roy just then, brought about by the
business he was upon and the work he had been engaged in.
"I should like to startle him," he said to himself, as he gave his
mischievous thought play. "One might load and train one of the guns,
and fire the blank charge aimed just over his head. It would startle
him."
The thought passed away directly, and he went up to the roof, where the
four men were together upon the platform examining the two guns facing
the embrasures.
These were not quite so big as the two standing now beneath the
gate-way, but, for the date, they were of a pretty good size, and having
the wood-work of the mounting in excellent condition.
"Well, how do they look?" Roy asked.
"Better than I thought, sir. They'll do. Only want a good cleaning.
If you think a charge or two ought to be fired, sir, as was talked
about, shall it be with one of these?"
"If--yes; fire them both," said Roy; and then he felt astonished at the
fact that what he had imagined in mischief was really to be carried out.
"Next order, sir?" said Ben, gazing in his captain's face.
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