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βOh, my son, my son!β cried she, wringing her hands, βif I be wretch enough to give place to the devil for a moment, does that give you a right to entertain and cherish him thus day by day?β
βI should cherish him with a vengeance, if I brought up a crew of children who could boast of a pedigree of idolaters and tyrants, hunters of Indians, and torturers of women! How pleasant to hear her telling Master Jack, 'Your illustrious grand-uncle the pope's legate, was the man who burned Rose Salterne at Cartagena;' or Miss Grace, 'Your great-grandfather of sixteen quarterings, the Marquis of this, son of the Grand-equerry that, and husband of the Princess t'other, used to feed his bloodhounds, when beef was scarce, with Indians' babies!' Eh, mother? These things are true, and if you can forget them, I cannot. Is it not enough to have made me forego for awhile my purpose, my business, the one thing I live for, and that is, hunting down the Spaniards as I would adders or foxes, but you must ask me over and above to take one to my bosom?β
βOh, my son, my son! I have not asked you to do that; I have only commanded you, in God's name, to be merciful, if you wish to obtain mercy. Oh, if you will not pity this poor maiden, pity yourself; for God knows you stand in more need of it than she does!β
Amyas was silent for a minute or two; and then,β
βIf it were not for you, mother, would God that the Armada would come!β
βWhat, and ruin England?β
βNo! Curse them! Not a foot will they ever set on English soil, such a welcome would we give them. If I were but in the midst of that fleet, fighting like a manβto forget it all, with a galleon on board of me to larboard, and another to starboardβand then to put a linstock in the magazine, and go aloft in good companyβI don't care how soon it comes, mother, if it were not for you.β
βIf I am in your way, Amyas, do not fear that I shall trouble you long.β
βOh, mother, mother, do not talk in that way! I am half-mad, I think, already, and don't know what I say. Yes, I am mad; mad at heart, though not at head. There's a fire burning me up, night and day, and nothing but Spanish blood will put it out.β
βOr the grace of God, my poor wilful child! Who comes to the door?βso quickly, too?β
There was a loud hurried knocking, and in another minute a serving-man hurried in with a letter.
βThis to Captain Amyas Leigh with haste, haste!β
It was Sir Richard's hand. Amyas tore it open; and βa loud laugh laughed he.β
βThe Armada is coming! My wish has come true, mother!β
βGod help us, it has! Show me the letter.β
It was a hurried scrawl.
βDR. GODSON,βWalsingham sends word that the Ada. sailed from Lisbon to the Groyne the 18. of May. We know no more, but have commandment to stay the ships. Come down, dear lad, and give us counsel; and may the Lord help His Church in this great strait.
βYour loving godfather,
βR. G.β
βForgive me, mother, mother, once for all!β cried Amyas, throwing his arms round her neck.
βI have nothing to forgive, my son, my son! And shall I lose thee, also?β
βIf I be killed, you will have two martyrs of your blood, mother!ββ
Mrs. Leigh bowed her head, and was silent. Amyas caught up his hat and sword, and darted forth toward Bideford.
Amyas literally danced into Sir Richard's hall, where he stood talking earnestly with various merchants and captains.
βGloria, gloria! gentles all! The devil is broke loose at last; and now we know where to have him on the hip!β
βWhy so merry, Captain Leigh, when all else are sad?β said a gentle voice by his side.
βBecause I have been sad a long time, while all else were merry, dear lady. Is the hawk doleful when his hood is pulled off, and he sees the heron flapping right ahead of him?β
βYou seem to forget the danger and the woe of us weak women, sir?β
βI don't forget the danger and the woe of one weak woman, madam, and she the daughter of a man who once stood in this room,β said Amyas, suddenly collecting himself, in a low stern voice. βAnd I don't forget the danger and the woe of one who was worth a thousand even of her. I don't forget anything, madam.β
βNor forgive either, it seems.β
βIt will be time to talk of forgiveness after the offender has repented and amended; and does the sailing of the Armada look like that?β
βAlas, no! God help us!β
βHe will help us, madam,β said Amyas.
βAdmiral Leigh,β said Sir Richard, βwe need you now, if ever. Here are the queen's orders to furnish as many ships as we can; though from these gentlemen's spirit, I should say the orders were well-nigh needless.β
βNot a doubt, sir; for my part, I will fit my ship at my own charges, and fight her too, as long as I have a leg or an arm left.β
βOr a tongue to say, never surrender, I'll warrant!β said an old merchant. βYou put life into us old fellows, Admiral Leigh: but it will be a heavy matter for those poor fellows in Virginia, and for my daughter too, Madam Dare, with her young babe, as I hear, just born.β
βAnd a very heavy matter,β said some one else, βfor those who have ventured their money in these cargoes, which must lie idle, you see, now for a year maybeβand then all the cost of unlading againββ
βMy good sir,β said Grenville, βwhat have private interests to do with this day? Let us thank God if He only please to leave us the bare fee-simple of this English soil, the honor of our wives and daughters, and bodies safe from rack and fagot, to wield the swords of freemen in defence of a free land, even though every town and homestead in England were wasted with fire, and we left to rebuild over again all which our ancestors have wrought for us in now six hundred years.β
βRight, sir!β said Amyas. βFor my part, let my Virginian goods rot on the quay, if the worst comes to the worst. I begin unloading the Vengeance to-morrow; and to sea as soon as I can fill up my crew to a good fighting number.β
And so the talk ran on; and ere two days were past, most of the neighboring gentlemen, summoned
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