Part 27 (2/2)
”Do but wait until I have finished; as thou but now saidst to me”
”I do,” he smiled
”Yes, Harleston, I am fully resolved,--to fly not”
”What?”
”Before this incident of the night did happen 'tis possible I ht have decided to follow thine advice, the which is no doubt the properest and most reasonable course But sith Master Catesby hath attempted to play the part of an assassin I am determined to remain and show to his coward's face that Walter Bradley fears him not Let him do his worst In London I remain until the Earl of Richmond lands”
”Oh, Bradley, Bradley, that hot head of thine will never be content until it has been severed frohtfully, ”thou hast most excellent reason, if it were not for thine accursed temper Well, well, I know that it is now useless to atte to do is to try and save thee, after thou art in his power 'Tis a difficult task; but it's all that your friends can do for thee”
”What dost thou think his next ht's failure,” replied Frederick; ”and besides, he hath a broken arm if it were he which visited us”
”Thou meanest that his next attempt will be the axe of the executioner?”
”Yes”
”A pleasant prospect; but one that the loss of sleep cannot save fro I stretched ht of Catesby nor his vengeance
CHAPTER XXIII
THE ARREST
Loud and tre blew the trumpets to arouse the lazy sleepers and warn therand tournaeon, and had he been able to place heads in separate parts of the field, ahts and squires, his numerous ears had heard low-muttered curses issue from each tent, as the ined up their each particular pair of shoulders and again sank into sleep
Another hour passed, and again rang out the trumpets, with their unwelcome sound This time they must not be denied, as the sun ell started on his circling journey
Michael was busy superintending the preparing of ourmeal
Harleston, as ever, did not rise until the last moment; and then he hurriedly arose and joined me at breakfast
”Well, Michael,” said Frederick, ”whoht, that thou didst handle so roughly? Thinkst thou that it was Catesby?”
”Sure, sor, Oi know not fer a surety, but methinks it must ha' bin anither”
”And why?”
”Because, sor, he seeth that Catesby doth possiss”
”Methinks that it had been all one to thee had he been possessed of twice the power of Catesby I doubt hed Frederick
At this coth Michael blushed like a maiden, and returned no answer
”Coer that the would-be assassin of last night was or was not Catesby?” askedthat it was ht, and for the wager,--say--a new cloak, of Paris's latest fashi+on”