Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
"Do thou close yon door and lock it, Peter," said he, turning to a
fellow which stood behind him and which carried his arm in a sling;
"that loud disturbing Irishman doth interrupt my speech. And besides,"
he continued, with some uneasiness, as I thought, "that door doth seem
not strong enough for his beastlike strength. This other here is
stouter."
The fellow with the disabled arm--no doubt 'twas he which did attempt
to murder me in my tent--then closed and locked the door, whilst three
of the soldiers remained in the inner room, that they might check the
gallant Michael, should he succeed in breaking down the door. And
indeed it now sounded as though the oak must give way; for the giant
had ceased his oaths, and all his breath was now being used to support
his great strength, that was being exerted on the creaking opposition.
I almost smiled as I thought of the fate of the three men when the
great man should rush in upon them.
"And now, Master Catesby," said I, "wilt thou enlighten me as to thine
object, in as few words as possible? for mine ears have no desire to
listen to thee at length, nor have mine eyes the wish to gaze upon thy
recreant body.
"Then hear my purpose in thus luring ye both into this place. I do
desire to have yon same lady, which in her fear is even more beautiful
than when she smileth, delivered up into my hands. Her safety and
tender treatment thou mayest be well assured of; for I do love her to
distraction.
"As for thyself, if thou dost offer no resistance, then shalt thou be
permitted to go forth from this place a free man, even though I do hate
thee as I do a viper."
I bowed, and smiled grimly, and he continued. "If thou dost resist;
well, thou knowest that thou needst not to expect mercy."
"Is that all?"
"That is all."
"Then know, thou slave of degradation and all that is most abominable,
that I, as would any man, reject thy base proposal, with words too poor
and weak to express, in any good measure, my contempt for the proposer."
At this moment the inner door fell from its hinges with a crash; and
then the adjoining room was filled with oaths and the ring of fearful
blows.
"Come then, make haste!" cried Catesby to his followers, "yon Herculean
savage hath burst through the inner door. Next will he break down
this; unless those knaves do stop him."
Then the whole pack of varlets rushed upon me from all points but my
back, where the table did prevent them from surrounding me.
"Ha! thou caitiff! ha! thou slave!" cried I, as I struck down the two
foremost of the assassins.
"What! do ye hesitate, and shrink from a single sword? Strike him
down, ye varlets, or at your peril stay a hand until we have him!" and
the chiefest of mine attackers drew forth his sword and, stepping o'er
the body of one of his fallen band, he did engage with me so hotly as
to cause me to use all of my defence in guarding me from his fierce
cuts and thrusts.
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