Traitor or patriot? : $b A tale of the Rye-House PlotRowsell, Mary C. (Mary Catherine)
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Traitor or patriot? : $b A tale of the Rye-House Plot
Rowsell, Mary C. (Mary Catherine)
Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Rye House Plot, 1683 -- Fiction
She was better than her word; and in a few seconds, attired in
strange garments to protect her from the chilly night-air, she was
standing beside Lee, assisting him to prepare Stars and Garters for
her journey, before the good mare had well got her wits together.
As, however, she felt Mistress Sheppard's own plump hands tightening
the saddle-girths round her sleek body, she roused up, and uttered a
loud neigh of pleasure.
"Pretty dear!" murmured Mistress Sheppard. "Hark how eager she is to
be upon the road, bless her! 'Tis more, I'll warrant, than some
Christians'd care about; bein wakened up out o' their beauty sleep.
Sheppard, now, he'd been as growly as a bear with a sore head. Now,
then, up with you, Master Lee. Here's your pistols," she added,
thrusting a pair into the holsters. "You can tell me the tale when
you come back. There's some o't won't be so mighty fresh to me, I'm
thinkin'. So off with you, and good luck be your servant."
With a hurried wave of the hand Lee clattered out of the stable, and
clearing the low garden fence by a bound, horse and rider started
"thorough bush, thorough brier," across the fields, till they
attained the high-road, winding on by the low open country to the
fenny Cambridgeshire wastes, old England's least beautiful part, so
lovers of nature say.
[Sidenote: The King's highway.]
For another class of folks, however, it possessed in those days
immense attraction; inasmuch as it formed the highway from London to
the town of Newmarket, which Charles the Second had made the most
important and fashionable horse-racing place in the kingdom. He was
accustomed to visit it some five or six times in the year;
establishing his quarters at an old mansion situated in the middle of
the High Street, which he had purchased from its owner, the Earl of
Ormond, and had caused to be altered and enlarged, to accommodate
himself and his retinue. Thither, as may be imagined, like wasps
after honey, swarmed all sorts and conditions of men, and of women
too; from my lord and my lady in their velvet gowns, to the ragged
and jagged beggar, and worse than these, the footpads, and "gentlemen
of the road," as it was the fashion to call these thieves on
horseback, who infested the great highways all over the country.
It need hardly be said that this one and particular half hundred
miles of road, stretching between London and Newmarket, was very
carefully attended to by these gentry; and Lee, as he cantered on,
did not forget to keep one hand near the holsters.
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