Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
She opened wide her eyes. “Your orders? I never received any,--not that
I should have obeyed them if I had. Know where you went? I know neither
why nor where you went!”
I leaned my hand upon the table, and looked from her to Diccon.
“I was sent by the Governor to quell a disturbance amongst the nearest
Indians. The woods today have been full of danger. Moreover, the plan
that we made yesterday was overheard by the Italian. When I had to go
this morning without seeing you, I left you word where I had gone and
why, and also my commands that you should not stir outside the garden.
Were you not told this, madam?”
“No!” she cried.
I looked at Diccon. “I told madam that you were called away on
business,” he said sullenly. “I told her that you were sorry you could
not go with her to the woods.”
“You told her nothing more?”
“No.”
“May I ask why?”
He threw back his head. “I did not believe the Paspaheghs would trouble
her,” he answered, with hardihood, “and you had n't seen fit, sir, to
tell me of the other danger. Madam wanted to go, and I thought it a pity
that she should lose her pleasure for nothing.”
I had been hunting the day before, and my whip yet lay upon the table.
“I have known you for a hardy rogue,” I said, with my hand upon it; “now
I know you for a faithless one as well. If I gave you credit for all the
vices of the soldier, I gave you credit also for his virtues. I was the
more deceived. The disobedient servant I might pardon, but the soldier
who is faithless to his trust”--
I raised the whip and brought it down again and again across his
shoulders. He stood without a word, his face dark red and his hands
clenched at his sides. For a minute or more there was no sound in the
room save the sound of the blows; then my wife suddenly cried out: “It
is enough! You have beaten him enough! Let him go, sir!”
I threw down the whip. “Begone, sirrah!” I ordered. “And keep out of my
sight to-morrow!”
With his face still dark red and with a pulse beating fiercely in his
cheek, he moved slowly toward the door, turned when he had reached it
and saluted, then went out and closed it after him.
“Now he too will be your enemy,” said Mistress Percy, “and all through
me. I have brought you many enemies, have I not? Perhaps you count me
amongst them? I should not wonder if you did. Do you not wish me gone
from Virginia?”
“So I were with you, madam,” I said bluntly, and went to call the
minister down to supper.
CHAPTER XVI IN WHICH I AM RID OF AN UNPROFITABLE SERVANT
THE next day, Governor and Councilors sat to receive presents from
the Paspaheghs and to listen to long and affectionate messages from
Opechancanough, who, like the player queen, did protest too much. The
Council met at Yeardley's house, and I was called before it to make my
report of the expedition of the day before. It was late afternoon when
the Governor dismissed us, and I found myself leaving the house in
company with Master Pory.
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