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Updated: May 11, 2025
And, after many warm greetings, the boat was made fast, and we climbed up along the peninsula together, in close order, like a little army. All this time there was no sign or sound about the House of Gleys to show that anyone mark'd us or noted our movements. The gate was closed, the windows stood shutter'd, as on my former visit: even the chimneys were smokeless.
Six times I filled and emptied the bucket in all: and at the end she was satisfied, and went, dripping, back to the kitchen to get me my breakfast. "Art early abroad," she said, as we sat together over the meal. "Yes, for I must ride to Gleys this morning." "Shan't be sorry to miss thee for a while. Makes me feel so shy this cleanliness."
On the summit a glance show'd us all the wild crimson'd sky the sea running with lines of fire and against it the inky headland whereon the House of Gleys flar'd like a beacon. Already from one wing our wing a leaping column of flame whirl'd up through the roof, and was swept seaward in smoke and sparks.
They are fond o' a bittie o' onything green. I tak' a bit dander oot the bunkers on a Sabbath mornin' whiles for a pucklie chuckin-wirth to Dickie, an' you wud really think the cratur kent. He gleys doon when I come in, as much as to say, 'C'way wi't, Sandy; I ken fine you have't in your pooch!"
They carried me to a shed in the great court of Gleys, and set me on straw: and there, till far into the afternoon, I lay betwixt swooning and trembling, while Delia bath'd my head in water from the sea, for no other was to be had. And about four in the afternoon the horror left me, so that I sat up and told my story pretty steadily. "What of the house?"
I am bound with a letter from His Majesty to the Army of the West, where I have friends, for my father's sake Sir Deakin Killigrew of Gleys, in Cornwall. 'Tis a sweet country, they say, tho' I have never seen it." "Not seen thy father's country?"
Indeed, Jack," she went on seriously, "I would that some maid had got hold of thee, in all these months, to cure thy silly notions!" At Launceston, Billy Pottery took leave of us: and now went, due south, toward Looe, with a light purse and lighter heart, undertaking that his ship should lie off Gleys, with her crew ready for action, within eight-and-forty hours.
In the dead stillness I could hear the rafters falling in the House of Gleys, and the shouts of the men at work. The Godsend lay around the point, out of sight. And Billy, deaf as a stone, sat no doubt by his rope, placidly waiting my signal. I scream'd again and again. The rock flung my voice seaward. Across the summit vaulted above, there drifted a puff of brown smoke. No one heard.
"Master Hannibal Tingcomb: steward o' Gleys." "What!" I jumped in my saddle, and with a pull at the bridle brought Molly to a standstill. "Of Gleys?" I cried. "Steward of Sir Deakin Killigrew that was?" "Right, lad, except the last word. 'That is, should'st rather say." "Then you are wrong, Joan: for he's dead and buried, these five months.
The coffin, in short, was stuff'd with Delia's silverware. I had pick'd up a great flagon, and was turning it over to read the inscription, when Matt. Soames call'd to me, and pointed over the hill in front. Above it the whole sky was red and glowing. "Sure," said he, "'tis a fire out yonder!" "God help us, Matt. 'tis the House of Gleys!"
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