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So ludicrously did he imitate her own manner of a few moments before that humour drove away the flush of anger from her face, and she sat upon his chair-arm and said: "But we will not part; we will stand here till the King and Lord Rippingdale do their worst is it not so, father?" He patted her head caressingly. "Thou sayest right, my lass; we will remain at Enderby. Where is thy brother Garrett?"
Charles waved a gentle and playful gesture of dissent from her extreme formality, and, with a look of admiration, continued: "My Lord Rippingdale should know somewhat of that 'first violence' of which you have read, Mistress Falkingham. He is of Lincolnshire." "He knows all, your Majesty; he was present at that 'first violence."
"Were I Mordecai I could better answer that question, Sir," was my Lord's reply. "Perhaps my Lord Rippingdale could answer for Haman, then," returned his Majesty. "My imagination is good, but not fifty cubits high, Sir." The answer pleased the King. For he ever turned life into jest his sorrows and his joys.
It was an odd creature perched upon stilts; one of those persons called the stilt-walkers. They were no friends of the King, nor of the Earl of Lindsey, nor of my Lord Rippingdale, for the draining of these fens took from them their means of living.
He swayed, groaned and fell back into the open door of the coach. Lord Rippingdale was at once beside him, sword drawn, and fighting gallantly. "Scoundrels," he cried, "will you kill your King?" "We will have the money which the King carries," cried one of his assailants. "The price of three knighthoods and the taxes of two shires we will have."
With him was my Lord Rippingdale and " "Ah, ah, my Lord Rippingdale!" said Charles, half aloud, "so this is where my lord and secret history meet my dear, dumb lord." Continuing, the young lady read a fair and just account of the King's meeting with John Enderby, of Enderby's refusal to accept the knighthood, and of his rescue of the King at Sutterby. "Enderby?
"It would be amusing for Rippingdale to hear these records my Lord Clarendon's, are they not? Ah not in the formal copy of his work? And by order of my Lord Rippingdale? Indeed! And wherefore, my Lord Rippingdale?" "Shall I read on, your Majesty?" asked the young lady, with heightened colour, and a look of adventure and purpose in her eyes.
Enderby's men did good work, bringing down four of the besiegers at the first volley. Those who carried the log hesitated for a moment, and Enderby called encouragingly to his men. At this exciting moment, while calling to his men, he saw what struck him dumb his son hurrying forward with a flag of truce to Lord Rippingdale! Instantly my lord commanded his men to retire.
At eleven o'clock that night as they sat in the same room, while Lord Rippingdale and his officers supped in the dining-room, Sir Richard Mowbray hurriedly entered. "Come quickly," said he; "the way is clear here by this window. The sentinels are drunk. You will find horses by the gate of the grape-garden, and two of your serving-men mounted.
Lord Rippingdale had published it abroad that the King's route was towards Horncastle, but at Stickney by the fens the royal party separated, most of the company passing on to Horncastle, while Charles, Lord Rippingdale and two other cavaliers proceeded on a secret visit to a gentleman at Louth. It was dark when the King and his company came to the combe.
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