A King's Comrade - A Story of Old Hereford by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler
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day."
"Maybe, maybe," he said. "We shall see presently." So we rode on. I dare say we had four miles to go before we came to the outskirts of Weymouth village, and by that time the ships were in the haven. By that time also the Weymouth folk were leaving the place, and that hastily; and before we were within half a mile of the nearest houses we met two men on horseback, who rode fast on the road toward Dorchester. "What is amiss?" cried my cousin as they neared us. The men knew him well, and stayed. "Three strange ships in the haven, and their crews ashore armed, and taking all they can lay their hands on. We are going to the sheriff; where is he?" "Home at Dorchester. Whence are the ships? Have they hurt any one?" "We cannot tell whence they are. They speak a strange sort of English, as it were, like the Northumbrian priest we have. Red-headed, big men they are, and good-tempered so far, seeing that none dare gainsay them. But they are most outrageously thievish." "What have they taken, then?" "Ask the bakers and butchers. Now they are gathering up all the horses, and they say they are going to drive the cattle." |
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