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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Oddslife, gentlemen," he was exclaiming, "I tell you that, but for that roaring dog, Sir Crispin Galliard, the whole of Middleton's regiment had been cut to pieces. There we stood on Red Hill, trapped as ever fish in a net, with the whole of Lilburne's men rising out of the ground to enclose and destroy us. A living wall of steel it was, and on every hand the call to surrender.
"Ay, but only two can keep counsel," said Morton; "the galliard must be disposed of." "For shame, Morton an orphan boy! Hearken thee, my child Thou hast told me some of thy accomplishments canst thou speak truth?" "Ay, my lord, when it serves my turn," replied Graeme. "It shall serve thy turn now," said the Regent; "and falsehood shall be thy destruction.
For some eighteen years this Galliard has believed dead a son that my cousin bore him. News of this son, whom I have just informed him lives as indeed he does is the bait wherewith I have lured him to your address. Forewarned by the present, I make no doubt you will prepare to receive him fittingly.
And thinking thus, he sat on in silent, resentful vexation. He started to feel a hand upon his shoulder, and to hear the voice of Galliard evidently addressing him, yet using a name that was new to him. "Jocelyn, my boy," the voice trembled. "You have thought, and you have realized is it not so? I too thought, and thought brought me conviction that what that paper tells is true."
And so two more were sent in to try conclusions with the indomitable Galliard. They went to work more warily. He on the left parried Crispin's stroke, then knocking up the knight's blade, he rushed in and seized his wrist, shouting to those behind to follow up.
Three hours ago a young man unable clearly to account for himself rode into our net, and was brought to me. He was the bearer of a letter to Colonel Pride from Joseph Ashburn. He had given my sergeant a wrong name, and betrayed such anxiety to be gone that I deemed his errand a suspicious one, and broke the seal of that letter. You may thank God, Galliard, every night of your life that I did so."
"On the contrary, there are two, and I wish to choose carefully." "If you delay your choice much longer, none will be left you," cried Kenneth impatiently. Noting the lad's growing fears, and resolved now upon his course, Galliard set himself to play upon them until terror should render the boy as wax in his hands. "There speaks your callow inexperience," said he, with a pitying smile.
"Picture to yourself this Crispin Galliard blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl beset by her first lover. Picture it, I say! As well and as easily might you picture old Lucifer warbling a litany for the edification of a Nonconformist parson." Her eyes were severe in their reproach. "It is always so with you. You laugh and jest and make a mock of everything.
He marvelled, as the days wore on, that Galliard should appear to have forgotten that task of his, and that he should make no shift to set about it. For the rest, however, it troubled him but little; enough preoccupation did he find in Cynthia's daily increasing coldness.
'The ship can scarce last much longer, my masters, quoth I. 'That is your business, old swine's-head, cried the black galliard. 'Le diable t'emporte, says Aylward. 'A five, a four and the main, shouted the big man, with a voice like the flap of a sail. Hark to them now, young sir, and say if I speak not sooth."
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