Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“I have no doubt,” said the cavalier, looking down, “that your
lordship’s wisdom hath directed all things as they may best lead
towards such a consummation; and I pray your pains may be paid as they
deserve.”
“I thank thee, friend,” said Cromwell, with much humility; “doubtless
we shall meet our reward, being in the hands of a good paymaster, who
never passeth Saturday night. But understand me, friend—I desire no
more than my own share in the good work. I would heartily do what poor
kindness I can to your worthy master, and even to you in your
degree—for such as I do not converse with ordinary men, that our
presence may be forgotten like an every-day’s occurrence. We speak to
men like thee for their reward or their punishment; and I trust it will
be the former which thou in thine office wilt merit at my hand.”
“Your honour,” said Wildrake, “speaks like one accustomed to command.”
“True; men’s minds are likened to those of my degree by fear and
reverence,” said the General;—“but enough of that, desiring, as I do,
no other dependency on my special person than is alike to us all upon
that which is above us. But I would desire to cast this golden ball
into your master’s lap. He hath served against this Charles Stewart and
his father. But he is a kinsman near to the old knight Lee, and stands
well affected towards his daughter. _Thou_ also wilt keep a watch, my
friend—that ruffling look of thine will procure thee the confidence of
every malignant, and the prey cannot approach this cover, as though to
shelter, like a coney in the rocks, but thou wilt be sensible of his
presence.”
“I make a shift to comprehend your Excellency,” said the cavalier; “and
I thank you heartily for the good opinion you have put upon me, and
which, I pray I may have some handsome opportunity of deserving, that I
may show my gratitude by the event. But still, with reverence, your
Excellency’s scheme seems unlikely, while Woodstock remains in
possession of the sequestrators. Both the old knight and his son, and
far more such a fugitive as your honor hinted at, will take special
care not to approach it till they are removed.”
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