Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“Umph—I know not,” said Tomkins. “I must beware of ambuscades, and I am
alone here. Moreover, it is the High Thanksgiving appointed by
Parliament, and owned to by the army—also the old man and the young
woman may want to recover some of their clothes and personal property,
and I would not that they were baulked on my account. Wherefore, if
thou wilt deliver me possession to-morrow morning, it shall be done in
personal presence of my own followers, and of the Presbyterian man the
Mayor, so that the transfer may be made before witnesses; whereas, were
there none with us but thou to deliver, and I to take possession, the
men of Belial might say, Go to, Trusty Tomkins hath been an Edomite—
Honest Joe hath been as an Ishmaelite, rising up early and dividing the
spoil with them that served the Man—yea, they that wore beards and
green Jerkins, as in remembrance of the Man and of his government.”
Joceline fixed his keen dark eyes upon the soldier as he spoke, as if
in design to discover whether there was fair play in his mind or not.
He then applied his five fingers to scratch a large shock head of hair,
as if that operation was necessary to enable him to come to a
conclusion. “This is all fair sounding, brother,” said he; “but I tell
you plainly there are some silver mugs, and platters, and flagons, and
so forth, in yonder house, which have survived the general sweep that
sent all our plate to the smelting-pot, to put our knight’s troop on
horseback. Now, if thou takest not these off my hand, I may come to
trouble, since it may be thought I have minished their
numbers.—Whereas, I being as honest a fellow”—
“As ever stole venison,” said Tomkins—“nay, I do owe thee an
interruption.”
“Go to, then,” replied the keeper; “if a stag may have come to
mischance in my walk, it was no way in the course of dishonesty, but
merely to keep my old dame’s pan from rusting; but for silver
porringers, tankards, and such like, I would as soon have drunk the
melted silver, as stolen the vessel made out of it. So that I would not
wish blame or suspicion fell on me in this matter. And, therefore, if
you will have the things rendered even now,—why so—and if not, hold me
blameless.”
“Ay, truly,” said Tomkins; “and who is to hold me blameless, if they
should see cause to think any thing minished? Not the right worshipful
Commissioners, to whom the property of the estate is as their own;
therefore, as thou say’st, we must walk warily in the matter. To lock
up the house and leave it, were but the work of simple ones. What
say’st thou to spend the night there, and then nothing can be touched
without the knowledge of us both?”
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