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Updated: June 2, 2025
The mellow trampling of horses came from below. I hobbled to the window and looked down where the troopers were riding in fours, falling in behind a train of artillery which passed jolting and bumping along the stockade. A young girl, superbly mounted, came galloping by, and behind her spurred Sir George Covert and Ruyven.
"Sir Lupus, and you, Cecile and Ruyven," I said, in a low voice, "I am going on a little journey, and shall be absent for a few days, perhaps longer. I wish to take this opportunity to say good-bye, and to thank you all for your great kindness to me." "Where the devil are you going?" snapped Sir Lupus. "I am not at liberty to say, sir; perhaps General Schuyler may tell you."
"Shall we move forward?" she asked, but did not stir a finger towards the bridle lying on her horse's neck. Another silence; and, impatiently: "I cannot bear to have you go," she said; "we are perfectly contented together and I wish you to know all the thoughts I have touching on the world and on people. I cannot tell them to my father, nor to Ruyven and Cecile is too young "
As we approached the house I heard hollow noises within, like groans; and I stopped, listening intently. "It is Sir Lupus snoring," observed Ruyven. "He will wake soon; I think I had best call Tulip," he added, exchanging a glance with his sister; and entered the house calling, "Cato! Cato! Tulip! Tulip! I say!" "Who is Tulip?"
I looked around at my barbarian kin, who had produced hunters' knives from recesses in their clothing, and now gathered impatiently around Dorothy, who appeared to be the leader in their collective deviltries. "All the same, that watch is mine," broke out Ruyven, defiantly.
"Some believe he ran away to Albany, some think the Boston people caught him and impressed him to work on the fort at Stanwix." I felt my face growing hot. "I should like to know," said I, "who has dared to interfere with my servant." "So should I," said Ruyven, stoutly. "I'd knock his head off." The others stared. Dorothy, picking a meadow-flower to pieces, smiled quietly, but did not look up.
Lovers seldom die together." Otherwise there would be no terror in death. "I forgot to say that Isene, your mare, is very well. Papa and the children are well, and Ruyven a-pestering General Schuyler to make him a cornet in the legion of horse, and Cecile, all airs, goes about with six officers to carry her shawl and fan. "For me I sit with Lady Schuyler when I have the opportunity.
Never have I seen her ill, nor has any one. Suppose you look at her, will you?" "If she will permit me," I said, slowly. "Ask her, Ruyven." But he returned, shaking his head, and I sat down once more upon the porch to think of her and of all I loved in her; and how I must strive to fashion my life so that I do naught that might shame me should she know.
"There was a battle at Bennington, where General Stark's men whipped the Brunswick troops and took equipments for a thousand cavalry, so that now you should see our Legion of Horse, so gay in their buff-and-blue and their new helmets and great, spurred jack-boots and bright sabres! "Ruyven was stark mad to join them; and what do you think?
Then she turned to me, pink with defiance: "It is always a stranger's honor," she said; so I advanced, drawing my light, keen weapon from its beaded sheath, which I had belted round me; and Ruyven took station by the post, ten paces to the right. The post was painted scarlet, ringed with white above; below, in outline, the form of a man an Indian with folded arms, also drawn in white paint.
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