St. George and St. Michael Volume III eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 208 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael Volume III.

St. George and St. Michael Volume III eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 208 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael Volume III.

‘Open the white gate,’ said the marquis from the stair as he descended.

The great clock of the castle struck, and with the last stroke of the twelve came the blast of a trumpet from below.

‘Answer, trumpets,’ cried the marquis.

The governor repeated the order, and a tremendous blare followed, in which the drums unbidden joined.

This was the signal to the warders at the brick gate, and they flung its two leaves wide apart.

Another blast from below, and in marched on horseback general Fairfax with his staff, followed by three hundred foot.  The latter drew up on each side of the brick gate, while the general and his staff went on to the marble gate.

As soon as they appeared within it, the marquis, who had halted in the midst of his descent, came down to meet them.  He bowed to the general, and said:—­

’I would it were as a guest I received you, sir Thomas, for then might I honestly bid you welcome.  But that I cannot do when you so shake my poor nest that you shake the birds out of it.  But though I cannot bid you welcome, I will notwithstanding heartily bid you farewell, sir Thomas, and I thank you for your courtesy to me and mine.  This nut of Raglan was, I believe, the last you had to crack.  Amen.  God’s will be done.’

The general returned civil answer, and the marquis, again bowing graciously, advanced to the foremost carriage, the door of which was held for him by sir Ralph, the steward, while lord Charles stood by to assist his father.  The moment he had entered, the two gentlemen mounted the horses held for them one on each side of the carriage, lord Charles gave the word, the trumpets once more uttered a loud cry, the marquis’s moved, the rest followed, and in slow procession lord Worcester and his people, passing through the gates, left for ever the house of Raglan, and in his heart Henry Somerset bade the world good-bye.

General Fairfax and his company ascended the great white stair, crossed the moat on the drawbridge, passed under the double portcullis and through the gates, and so entered the deserted court.  All was frightfully still; the windows stared like dead eyes—­the very houses seemed dead; nothing alive was visible except one scared cat:  the cannonade had driven away all the pigeons, and a tile had killed the patriarch of the peacocks.  They entered the great hall and admired its goodly proportions, while not a few expressions of regret at the destruction of such a magnificent house escaped them; then as soldiers they proceeded to examine the ruins, and distinguish the results wrought by the different batteries.

‘Gentlemen,’ said sir Thomas, ’had the walls been as strong as the towers, we should have been still sitting in yonder field.’

In the meantime the army commissioner, Thomas Herbert by name, was busy securing with the help of his men the papers and valuables, and making an inventory of such goods as he considered worth removing for sale in London.

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