Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
My companion fumbled with his purse for a moment, which example I
followed. The two knaves eyed the bags as the wolf doth gaze in greedy
admiration at a lamb. Then, when the outlaws were off their guards,
our swords did leap from their scabbards, and we cleft their heads as
though they had been made of putty--which, mayhap, they were. We now
drove our spurs into the flanks of our horses and dashed at the other
two. They waited until we were within a score of yards of them, and
then they changed their minds, and did not seem to relish the idea of
meeting the same fate as their fellows; for they turned their horses
into the greenwood, and disappeared along one of those many narrow
paths, with which these forests are burrowed, and which they know as
well as I do the corridors of the palaces at Westminster or Windsor.
We did not attempt to follow them, but rode on at full speed for the
distance of a mile, and when we at length slackened our pace and looked
back, not one of the six was to be seen.
They had evidently thought to overawe us by a great show of numbers and
the copious use of bluster; but after two of their number had fallen
the courage of the rest did forsake them, and they lost their appetites
for our purses, for which they should have to pay such a price.
So we rode into York, nothing the worse for our little adventure which
had helped to make us forget the weariness of our long, hard ride.
When we had entered our inn, and were preparing us for our supper, a
great crowd gathered about the door; for the news had soon leaked out,
who we were and what our business was; for around inns every one doth
know one's business better than that person does himself; for what they
do not know they guess at. So we gave them the news of the great
victory our army had won, and told them that the Duke of Gloucester now
occupied Berwick. When they heard this they went wild with delight,
and we had to shut ourselves in our rooms to keep from being carried,
on their shoulders, all over the city; so great was the admiration of
this sturdy, simple, congregation of England's stalwart sons.
Bonfires were lighted wherever they could find sufficient open space in
which to build them. Processions were continually marching through the
streets, singing and cheering.
We had intended staying here for a few hours, in order that we might
get some much needed sleep; but we soon found this to be outside the
bounds of possibility, on account of the uproar which was increasing
every moment.
My friend and I, after cursing our folly in telling them the good news,
decided to not wait for a longer time than should be necessary for us
to get some supper and a change of horses, and then proceed on our
journey.
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