Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715 - William Harrison Ainsworth

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was amongst those who brushed the dew from the lawn, and gazed at the charming prospect. He likewise attended matins in the little chapel.

      As he was returning from the service with Lord Der-wentwater, he met Colonel Oxburgh, and was struck by the grave expression of his countenance.

      “Good morrow, colonel,” he said, returning the other's military salute. “I fear, from your looks, that you have some bad news to give me.”

      “What I have to tell your majesty demands instant consideration and decision,” replied Oxburgh. “By some means or other, your arrival has been discovered by Sir William Lorraine, the high sheriff of the county, and yesterday afternoon he sent a spy here to make sure that he had not been misinformed. The fellow was suspected and locked up for the night, but it was only this morning that I forced him by threats to confess his errand. It is certain from what he says that the sheriff will come here with a strong party of men to secure your majesty's person.”

      Lord Derwentwater looked aghast at this startling intelligence, but the prince did not seem much disturbed by it.

      “Instant measures must be taken for the defence of the place,” said Lord Derwentwater.

      “It cannot be defended, my lord,” rejoined Colonel Ox-burgh. “His majesty must not remain here.”

      “Do you counsel flight, colonel?” said the prince.

      “Not flight—but a retreat, my liege,” replied Oxburgh.

      “No need to fly,” said Lord Derwentwater. “I will undertake to conceal his majesty from any search that can be made for him.”

      “Better he should seek shelter in some fortified house or castle,” observed Oxburgh.

      “But where?” demanded the prince. “Where would you have me go?”

      “If your majesty will not remain here, and trust yourself to me, I advise you to go to Bamborough Castle,” said Lord Derwentwater.

      “But is Forster to be relied on?” said the prince. “Is he thoroughly loyal?”

      “I'll answer for him with my life,” said the earl.

      “And so will I, my liege,” added Oxburgh.

      “Then I'll trust him,” said the prince.

      “Shall I acquaint him with your majesty's determination?” inquired the earl. “No time must be lost.”

      “I'll go to him myself,” rejoined the prince.

      “Ah! here he comes!” exclaimed Colonel Oxburgh.

      As he spoke, Forster was seen descending the steps with Sir John Webb, and immediately obeyed a summons given him by the colonel.

      He was as much alarmed as the others when he learnt the prince's jeopardy, and before his highness signified his intention, offered him an asylum at Bamborough.

      It was then decided that the prince's departure should take place forthwith, and it was likewise arranged that Lord Derwentwater with Colonel Oxburgh and his troop should escort his highness.

      Some further arrangements were subsequently made, but these were sufficient in the meantime, and Colonel Oxburgh and Forster hurried off to the stables to give directions about the horses, while the prince and Lord Derwentwater entered the house.

      As soon as the prince's intended departure became known all was bustle and confusion. The news was quickly communicated to the ladies, who very soon came downstairs, and another consultation was held in the library.

      What was to be done? Anne and Dorothy were determined not to be left behind. Since the prince was going to Bamborough, and Lord Derwentwater, and almost everybody else were going with him, they would go too. Both were such perfect equestrians that they could be trusted to keep up with the fugitives, while their spirit was equal to any unforeseen difficulty or danger that might arise. So the proposition was acceded to.

      Then came a suggestion from Lady Webb, to the effect that she and Sir John should drive back to Bamborough. This was likewise adopted.

      Preparations for a general start were then made at once. Trunks and valises were packed up. Riding-dresses donned, horses brought round, Sir John Webb's carriage got ready, and in less than half an hour the prince and a large party consisting of Lord Derwentwater and his betrothed, Tom Forster and his fair sister, Colonel Oxburgh and his companions, were speeding down the chestnut avenue, with the intent of shaping their course to Bamborough Castle, which they hoped to reach before night.

      Some quarter of an hour later, Sir John Webb's great lumbering coach took the same route.

      Charles Radclyffe was left in charge of Dilston, and empowered to act as he deemed best, in his brother's absence.

      Hedgeley, the spy, was detained for some time after the prince's departure, and then liberated.

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      ABOUT ten o'clock on the same day, the high sheriff, accompanied by a score of well-mounted yeomen, armed with various weapons, arrived at Dilston Castle. The gate was open, and without saying a word to the porter, he rode into the court, followed by Jesmond and a groom, leaving the yeomen on guard outside.

      Charles Radclyffe who was standing at the entrance of the mansion, came down the steps to meet him, and a formal salutation passed between them.

      “You will not be surprised at my visit, Mr. Radclyffe,” said the sheriff. “I have come here in the execution of a painful duty, and desire to discharge it as lightly as I can. Be pleased to tell your brother, Lord Derwentwater, that a certain important person, whom I am aware is his guest, must be delivered up to me.”

      “In reply to your demand, Sir William,” replied Charles Radclyffe, firmly, “I have to inform you that there are no guests in the castle and that Lord Derwentwater himself is absent.”

      The sheriff looked confounded, and consulted Jesmond by a glance.

      The latter shook his head to intimate that the assertion ought not to be credited.

      “Excuse me, Mr. Radclyffe,” said the sheriff, “I can understand that you consider yourself justified in denying that the Pretender is here. But I have proof to the contrary. This man beheld him yesterday.”

      “I saw him in your company, Mr. Radclyffe,” said Jes-mond. “I heard you and several others address him as your majesty.”

      “What have you to say to this, sir?” said the sheriff.

      “I might say that the man is mistaken, but I will not,” replied Charles. “I will content myself with stating that the person he beheld, and whom he fancied was the Chevalier de Saint George, is gone.”

      “This

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