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‘Body o’ me, lads!’ quoth Decimus Saxon the moment that she disappeared, ‘ye can see how the land lies. I have half a mind to let Monmouth carve his own road, and to pitch my tent in this quiet English township.’
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Our companion’s ejaculation was called forth by a noise as of a slight scuffle outside the door, with a smothered ‘Oh,Logan Couture Tröjor, sir!’ and ‘What will the maids think?’ The contest was terminated by the door being opened, and Dame Hobson re-entering the room with her face in a glow, and a slim young man dressed in the height of fashion at her heels.
‘I am sure, good gentlemen,Brooks Orpik Tröjor,’ said she, ‘that ye will not object to this young nobleman drinking his wine in the same room with ye, since all the others are filled with the townsfolk and commonalty.’
‘Faith! I must needs be mine own usher,’ said the stranger, sticking his gold-laced cap under his left arm and laying his hand upon his heart, while he bowed until his forehead nearly struck the edge of the table. ‘Your very humble servant, gentlemen, Sir Gervas Jerome,Boone Jenner Tröjor, knight banneret of his Majesty’s county of Surrey, and at one time custos rotulorum of the district of Beacham Ford.’
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All that day we marched on, and when at night we made camp, sleep came to us quickly and overmastering. An hour after dawn we were on our way. A brief stop we made for lunch; pressed forward.
It was close to two when we caught the first sight of the ruins.
The soaring, verdure-clad walls of the canyon had long been steadily marching closer. Above,Carl Hagelin Tröjor, between their rims the wide ribbon of sky was like a fantastically shored river, shimmering, dazzling; every cove and headland edged with an opalescent glimmering as of shining pearly beaches.
And as though we were sinking in that sky stream’s depths its light kept lessening, darkening imperceptibly with luminous shadows of ghostly beryl,Mattias Janmark Tröjor, drifting veils of pellucid aquamarine, limpid mists of glaucous chrysolite.
Fainter, more crepuscular became the light, yet never losing its crystalline quality. Now the high overhead river was but a brook; became a thread. Abruptly it vanished.
We passed into a tunnel, fern walled, fern roofed,Logan Couture Tröjor, garlanded with tawny orchids,Bryan Little Tröjor, gay with carmine fungus and golden moss. We stepped out into a blaze of sunlight.
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It was about a mile in its diameter, this hollow,J. T. Miller Tröjor, as my gaze then measured it. It had three openings — one that lay like a crack in the northeast slope; another, the tunnel mouth through which we had come. The third lifted itself out of the bowl, creeping up the precipitous bare scarp of the western barrier straight to the north, clinging to the ochreous rock up and up until it vanished around a far distant shoulder.
It was a wide and bulwarked road, a road that spoke as clearly as though it had tongue of human hands which had cut it there in the mountain’s breast. An ancient road weary beyond belief beneath the tread of uncounted years.
From the hollow the blind soul of loneliness groped out to greet us!
Never had I felt such loneliness as that which lapped the lip of the verdant bowl. It was tangible — as though it had been poured from some reservoir of misery. A pool of despair —
Half the width of the valley away the ruins began. Weirdly were they its visible expression. They huddled in two bent rows to the bottom. They crouched in a wide cluster against the cliffs. From the cluster a curving row of them ran along the southern crest of the hollow.
A flight of shattered, cyclopean steps lifted to a ledge and here a crumbling fortress stood.
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It is not the actual discomforts themselves that are hard to bear.
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What did it matter to him if his toes did stick out of his boots? andwhat if his umbrella was a cotton one,Ales Hemsky Tröjor, so long as it kept the rainoff? His shabbiness did not trouble him; there was none of hisfriends round about to sneer him.
Being poor is a mere trifle. It is being known to be poor that is thesting. It is not cold that makes a man without a great-coat hurryalong so quickly. It is not all shame at telling lies--which he knowswill not be believed--that makes him turn so red when he informs youthat he considers great-coats unhealthy and never carries an umbrellaon principle. It is easy enough to say that poverty is no crime. No;if it were men wouldn't be ashamed of it. It's a blunder,Jaccob Slavin Tröjor, though, andis punished as such. A poor man is despised the whole world over;despised as much by a Christian as by a lord,Guy Lapointe Tröjor, as much by a demagogueas by a footman, and not all the copy-book maxims ever set for inkstained youth will make him respected. Appearances are everything, sofar as human opinion goes, and the man who will walk down Piccadillyarm in arm with the most notorious scamp in London, provided he is awell-dressed one,Jaromir Jagr Tröjor, will slink up a back street to say a couple of wordsto a seedy-looking gentleman. And the seedy-looking gentleman knowsthis--no one better--and will go a mile round to avoid meeting anacquaintance. Those that knew him in his prosperity need nevertrouble themselves to look the other way. He is a thousand times moreanxious that they should not see him than they can be; and as to theirassistance,Serge Savard Tröjor, there is nothing he dreads more than the offer of it. Allhe wants is to be forgotten; and in this respect he is generallyfortunate enough to get what he wants.
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the foremost riders went down; another stumbled over him, fell. The rush was checked for an instant, milling upon the road.
“Dick,” I cried,Jay Bouwmeester Tröjor, “rush Ruth over to the tunnel mouth. We’ll follow. We can hold them there. I’ll get Martin. Chiu-Ming, after the pony, quick.”
I pushed the two over the rim of the hollow. Side by side the Chinaman and I ran back through the gateway,Jeff Carter Tröjor. I pointed to the animal and rushed back into the fortress.
“Quick, Mart!” I shouted up the shattered stairway. “We can get through the hollow. Ruth and Drake are on their way to the break we came through. Hurry!”
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“The pony?” He ran beside me toward the portal. “All my ammunition is on him,Logan Brown Tröjor.”
“Chiu-Ming’s taking care of that,” I gasped.
We darted out of the gateway. A good five hundred yards away were Ruth and Drake, running straight to the green tunnel’s mouth. Between them and us was Chiu-Ming urging on the pony.
As we sped after him I looked back. The horsemen had recovered, were now a scant half-mile from where the road swept past the fortress. I saw that with their swords the horsemen bore great bows. A little cloud of arrows sparkled from them; fell far short.
“Don’t look back,” grunted Ventnor. “Stretch yourself,Mats Naslund Tröjor, Walter. There’s a surprise coming. Hope to God I judged the time right.”
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“If it looks as though — we can’t make it,” he panted,Laurent Brossoit Tröjor, “YOU beat it after the rest. I’ll try to hold ’em until you get into the tunnel. Never do for ’em to get Ruth.”
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“Good boy,” he said. “I wouldn’t have asked you. It probably means death.”
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He reached out, touched me.
“You’re right, Walter,” he grinned. “It does — seem — like carrying coals — to Newcastle.”
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It lifted swiftly, and I saw that the whole side of the structure had fallen,Canada Goose Herr, littering the road with its fragments. Scattered prone among these were men and horses; others staggered, screaming. On the farther side of this stony dike our pursuers were held like rushing waters behind a sudden fallen tree.
“Timed to a second!” cried Ventnor. “Hold ’em for a while. Fuses and dynamite. Blew out the whole side, right on ’em, by the Lord!”
On we fled. Chiu-Ming was now well in advance; Ruth and Dick less than half a mile from the opening of the green tunnel. I saw Drake stop, raise his rifle, empty it before him, and, holding Ruth by the hand, race back toward us.
Even as he turned, the vine-screened entr
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e to prepare the quarters for the regiment, who will be up to join Churchill’s forces not later than to-night. Ye are yourselves bound for the West, I understand?’
‘We belong to the Duke of Beaufort’s household,’ said Saxon.
‘Indeed! I thought ye might belong to Portman’s yellow regiment of militia. I trust that the Duke will muster every man he can, and make play until the royal forces come up.’
‘How many will Churchill bring?’ asked my companion carelessly.
‘Eight hundred horse at the most,Dame Moncler Yaroy, but my Lord Feversham will follow after with close on four thousand foot.’
‘We may meet on the field of battle, if not before,’ said I, and we bade our friendly enemies a very cordial adieu.
‘A skilful equivoque that last of yours, Master Micah,’ quoth Decimus Saxon,Jori Lehtera Tröjor, ‘though smacking of double dealing in a truth-lover like yourself. If we meet them in battle I trust that it may be with chevaux-defrise of pikes and morgenstierns before us, and a litter of caltrops in front of them, for Monmouth has no cavalry that could stand for a moment against the Royal Guards.’
‘How came you to make their acquaintance,Sven Baertschi Tröjor?’ I asked.
‘I slept a few hours,Tiger Williams Tröjor, but I have learned in camps to do with little rest. Finding you in sound slumber,Tampa Bay Lightning Tröjor, and hearing the rattle of the dice-box below,Alexander Steen Tröjor, I came softly down and found means to join their party — whereby I am a richer man by fifteen guineas, and might have had more had that young fool not lugged out at me, or had the talk not turned afterwards upon such unseemly subjects as the laws of chemistry and the like. Prythee, what have the Horse Guards Blue to do with the laws of chemistry? Wessenburg of the Pandours would,Buty Nike Foamposite Pro, even at his own mess table,David Backes Tröjor, suffer much free talk — more perhaps than fits in with the dignity of a leader. Had his officers ventured upon such matter as this, however, there would have been a drum-head court-martial, or a cashiering at the least.’
Without stopping to dispute either Master Saxon’s judgment or that of Wessenburg of the Pandours, I proposed that we should order an evening meal, and should employ the remaining hour or two of daylight in looking over the city. The principal sight is of course the noble cathedral,Ralph Lauren Landsflagga, which is built in such exact proportion that one would fail to understand its great size did one not actually enter it and pace round the long dim aisles. So solemn were its sweeping arches and the long shafts of coloured light which shone through the stained-glass windows,Matt Niskanen Tröjor, throwing strange shadows amongst the pillars, that even my companion, albeit not readily impressed, was silent and subdued. It was a great prayer in stone.
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