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"And Randolph Harby is dead," said Rufus, "shot as a spy by the devilish rebel of Cambridge. See, sire see!" He offered the letter to Charles, but the King put it from him. His face was inscrutable as Evander urged his case. "Your Majesty, I am no spy, and my life could not be pawned for a spy's life." Charles's sad eyes travelled to Brilliana. "Randolph Harby was no spy," he said.
He was of a lusty natural with the sanguine disposition, and held himself as much above the most of his neighbors as he knew himself to be below the house of Harby. He was no double-face, friendly with both sides; he was rather for peeping from behind the parted doors of the temple of peace upon a warring world without, and making fast friends with the victor.
She seemed to read so much. "If your news be true," she said, "and if you do not overboast your skill, why, I shall be very glad of your aid and counsel." "Your hand on that, gallant captain," clamored Halfman, all aflame of pride and pleasure. And across the oaken table the Lady of Harby and the adventurer clasped hands in compact. Halfman proved himself a creditable henchman.
The Puritans eyed grimly a place whose great natural strength had been most ingeniously increased by skilful fortification, and while their leader advanced alone and composedly across the space between the invaders and the walls of Harby, the followers were bale to note how all the windows were barricaded and loop-holed, and how full of menace the ancient place appeared.
He has been very busy of late in Cambridge raising train-bands, capturing college plate, and the like naughtinesses, but he has not been so busy as not to hear how the King's flag flies unchallenged from the walls of Harby." "And shall fly there so long as I live," Brilliana interrupted, hotly. Halfman smiled approval of her heat, yet shook his head dubiously.
To this venerable ruin, which an iron palisading protects from wanton hands, clings the tradition that Parliaments of King John and Edward the First met under its shade, the last in October, 1290. Queen Eleanor was ill she died in the following month at Harby near Lincoln and thence was made the most notable funeral progress in English history.
Colonel Cromwell commanded me to march with the volunteers I had raised at Cambridge to secure Harby in the name of the Parliament." "And you were very glad to obey," Brilliana said, bitterly, and again Evander shook his head. "I was very sorry to obey. But I had no choice.
All Harby Park is your pleasant paradise when you are pleased to walk abroad, and after you have broken your fast I shall be pleased to guide you through its glories. And now, will you that I eat with you? I have kept myself fasting, or wellnigh fasting, till now, but if you would rather break your bread in solitude say, without offence given, what I shall hear without offence taken."
As she spoke she pointed to Halfman, whose dark face flushed with pleasure as he gave back the stares of the astonished Cavaliers who up to now had left him unnoticed. "Gentles," she went on, "this is Captain Halfman, who warned me of my danger, who helped me in my peril with his soldier's knowledge and his soldier's sword, and who was of my own mind rather to die than to surrender Harby."
This is not the welcome I expected here. We did not think to find rebels tendered so delicately. Sir Rufus, we give you charge of Harby and of this gentleman. We will consider his claim presently, for we would deal honestly even with our enemies." He looked at Evander. "But we can give you little hope, sir. Prepare to die." Fretfully he addressed Rufus. "I am very weary. I must break my fast."
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