purred our steeds and galloped from the unholy spot as fast as our
brave beasts could carry us. To all of us the air had a purer flavour
and the heath a sweeter scent by contrast with the grim couple whom we
had left behind us. What a sweet world would this be, my children, were
it not for man and his cruel ways!
When we at last pulled up we had set some three or four miles between
the gibbet and ourselves. Right over against us, on the side of a gentle
slope, stood a bright little village, with a red-roofed church rising up
from amidst a clump of trees. To our eyes, after the dull sward of the
plain, it was a glad sight to see the green spread of the branches and
the pleasant gardens which girt the hamlet round. All morning we had
seen no sight of a human being, save the old hag upon the moor and a few
peat-cutters in the distance. Our belts, too, were beginning to be loose
upon us, and the remembrance of our breakfast more faint.
'This,' said I, 'must be the village of Mere, which we were to pass
before coming to Bruton. We shall soon be over the Somersetshire
border.'
'I trust that we shall soon be over a dish of beefsteaks,' groaned
Reuben. 'I am well-nigh famished. So fair a village must needs have a
passable inn, though I have not seen one yet upon my travels which would
compare with the old Wheatsheaf.'
'Neither inn nor dinner for us just yet,' said Saxon. 'Look yonder to
the north, and tell me what you see.'
On the extreme horizon there was visible a long line of gleaming,
glittering points, which shone and sparkled like a string of diamonds.
These brilliant specks were all in rapid motion, and yet kept their
positions to each other.
'What is it, then?' we both cried.
'Horse upon the march,' quoth Saxon. 'It may be our friends of
Salisbury, who have made a long day's journey; or, as I am inclined
to think, it may be some other body of the King's horse. They are far
distant, and what we see is but the sun shining on their casques; yet
they are bound for this very village, if I mistake not. It would be
wisest to avoid entering it, lest the rustics set them upon our track.
Let us skirt it and push on for Bruton, where we may spare time for bite
and sup.'
'Alas, alas! for our dinners!' cried Reuben ruefully. 'I have fallen
away until my body rattles about, inside this shell of armour, like a
pea in a pod. However, lads, it is all for the Protestant faith.'
'One more good stretch to Bruton, and we
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