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Captain Walladmor they bore off to their boat: three hours before day-light they were on board their ship and under weigh for the south: and, as no pursuit was attempted or indeed possible, the vessel was first heard of again from the coast of South America. Thus was the old rhyme fulfilled which Gillie Godber had so often chaunted, and in a comprehensive sense that perhaps she had not hoped.
"Ah! Captain Nicholas," said the man, "you're still the same man; always ready for a joke, let danger be as near as it will." "Danger! what danger?" "Why, to say the truth, I don't above half like the old woman from Anglesea." "What, Gillie Godber?" "Yes: she talks strangely at times; and, as sure as your name's mentioned, she puts on a d d Judas face; and talks God!
There in front, upon the tranquil sea, began the bloody strife the thunder and the carnage: On my right hand stood the unhappy father, praying for some merciful shot to dismiss his children from the evil to come: In a gloomy fir-grove on my left hand stood the guilty, but most miserable, mother Gillie Godber, spectatress of Sir Morgan's agonies, writhing with exultation that her vengeance had reached his heart, and laughing like a fell hyæna as she surveyed her work upon the sea.
Two minutes after the clock had ceased, Captain Walladmor heard the sound of bars clanking at the guard-room door: a foot crossed the gallery: the bars of his own door were unfastened; the bolts were drawn; the key was turned in the lock: the door opened: a lamp streamed in a gleam of light, as the massy door slowly swung back on its hinges: and Tom Godber entered.
Sir Morgan meanwhile was lying in a state of alternate delirium and unconsciousness from the effects of a brain fever which had seized him immediately after the dreadful revelation made to him by Gillie Godber.
Godber, these fine words of the Roman poet may convey some picture of her state of mind; it was truly the state of Mezentius 'mixtoque insania luctu' frenzy mixed with grief; and the tenderness of maternal love, that love which is taken in Scripture as the express image of the love which exists in the divine nature, tarnished and darkened by earthly I may say by hellish passions.
Godber, had been intercepted by her: some communication between her son Tom and Grace Evans had raised a suspicion of that nature; Tom had made a search in a neighbouring cottage where his mother now resided; had found the letters; and had secretly conveyed them to Captain Walladmor.
"I may possibly be under the necessity of leaving the castle this evening for a few days on some business connected with my military duties: and for that reason, as well as because it is on all accounts adviseable that any attempt which is contemplated should be made without much delay, I take the earliest opportunity of informing you that Thomas Godber, a late servant on the Walladmor establishment, will relieve guard at eight o'clock this night.
Thus was Edward Walladmor, as we may now call him, restored to his father and the castle of his ancestors as a prisoner under sentence of death. This however was known only to Tom Godber, who had learned it from an accidental oversight of his mother's during her frantic exultations when alone with himself.
It's an old saying I'll grant, but it's a false one: grief will never be over at Walladmor: that's past all black men's healing!" "But, Mrs. Godber, will you not come with me to Griffith ap Gauvon;"
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