The Young Cavalier: A Story of the Civil Wars — John Shaqi
The Young Cavalier: A Story of the Civil WarsWesterman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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The Young Cavalier: A Story of the Civil Wars
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Juvenile fiction
Nor was the alarm confined to our lines, for, on our left, the
musketeers of Sir Jacob Ashley's infantry were also formed up with
matches lighted, and on our right the cannoniers under Sir John
Heyden were advancing their ordnance to meet the attack.
In the midst of the confusion a tall, dark figure mounted on a
restive horse rode towards us, followed by a body of cavalry.
It was Prince Rupert.
"Back to your tents, gentlemen!" he shouted, and it seemed that his
voice was broken with suppressed laughter. "'Tis but a false alarm!"
And ere long the whole camp knew the cause of the sudden uproar--my
father's air-bed had burst, and, finding himself flung all of a heap
on the ground, he had imagined, being roused from sleep, that the
rebels were upon us, and had raised the shout that roused the camp!
Daylight found the camp astir, for, with the knowledge that the
rebels were within ten miles of us, excitement ran high. For my part,
I must confess the principal thought that ran uppermost in my mind
was not that of the coming conflict, but a vague uneasiness as to
what was happening at home--whether that traitorous villain,
Chaloner, had actually made an attempt to secure Ashley Manor,
illegally bestowed upon him by the very side he had professed to
abhor.
Firestone, on his part, was in a state of feverish anxiety, for,
though, like an old soldier, he was longing for the clash of arms, he
was burning with impatience to deliver his despatches personally to
His Majesty, this being the express injunction laid upon him ere he
quitted the French court.
But again his hopes were thwarted, for the King had, we now learned,
gone overnight to sleep at Nellthorpe House, and, up to the actual
moment of the army taking up a battle formation, he had not put in an
appearance, as a council was being held in the town of Banbury. It
was considerably after midday ere we received orders to march, and,
on gaining the brow of a steep hill, I saw the rebel host in close
array on the plains beneath us.
Presently I heard the dull boom of a cannon away on our left,
followed by a heavy fire, to which the rebels answered, though not so
vigorously.
But we were not left long in that suspense which is so trying to the
nerves of a soldier, for Prince Rupert, standing in his stirrups,
waved his sword for our cavalry to advance.
Prince Rupert having given the signal for the cavalry to advance, I
set my teeth tightly, spurred my steed, and joined in the charge,
being in the second rank, with Firestone on my left and my father on
my right.
Before us lay the dense serried masses of Essex's cavalry, but, to my
surprise, just before the trumpets sounded the charge, a whole troop
of the enemy suddenly rode towards us with signs of friendship.
Wheeling by our right, they fell in with our cavalry, and at once
prepared to charge their former comrades.
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