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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Lordamercy, lady, what of the law of the land? Would you have me turn footpad, house-breaker?" His jaws shook, his joints twitched, he was abject in alarm. Springing to her feet, Brilliana spoke impatiently. "A Parliament man is outside the King's law; his goods are forfeit, and to confiscate them as legal as loyal. I thought you might choose to serve the King and please me."
Then, as Master Vallance was slowly making sure that he had to deal with a dangerous lunatic, the stranger drew himself up and swayed to and fro in a fit of inextinguishable laughter. "Lordamercy upon me," he said, when he had done laughing, in a perfectly natural voice. "I have seen some frightened fools before, but never a fool so frightened.
Dame Satchell stared at her mistress in some amazement. "Will he not dine in hall, my lady?" Brilliana frowned now in good earnest. "Lordamercy! do you think I would sit at meat with a rebel? Have I not set him a room apart, to spare myself the sight of him? Serve him in his own rooms, but look you serve him well." Dame Satchell wagged her head with an air of the deepest significance.
Master Hungerford groaned dismally: "Lordamercy!" he moaned. "I am the loyalest knight in England. Nay, now, if you talk of perquisitions there is my neighbor Peter Rainham. I know him for a skinflint who will deny the King. Yet I know of a chest of his that is stuffed with gold pieces. Were he a true man he would shift his treasure into the King's sack, as I would if I had such a store."
"Let us exorcise your devil with a pottle of hot ale," he suggested. Halfman shook his head wistfully. "I should be happier in a sable habit, with a steeple hat, and a rank in the Parliament army." It was plain to Sir Blaise that a man must be very deep in the dumps who was not to be tempted by hot ale. "Lordamercy, are you for changing sides now?" he asked.
"Lordamercy!" she cried, as she rose from her seat and moved a little way towards Sir Blaise. "Let me bring you acquainted." The Cavalier caught her hand and stayed her before she could speak his name. "Wait, wait," he whispered. "Watch me roast him." He swung away from her and swaggered towards Evander. "Tell me, solemn sir," he questioned, "have you heard of one Sir Blaise Mickleton?"
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