The Laughing Cavalier by Baroness Orczy (best 7 inch ereader .TXT) ๐
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A young woman in 17th century Holland inadvertently overhears the details of a plot to kill a political figure. The principal figures in the plot, one of whom is her brother and another her former lover, hire an insolent English mercenary to kidnap her to get her out of the way until their deeds are done. From there very little goes according to plan.
For her fifth novel in the series, Baroness Orczy uses Franz Halsโ famous painting titled The Laughing Cavalier to build an elaborate backstory for the ancestor of the Scarlet Pimpernel.
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โI do not detain you, Nicolaes,โ she said simply, with a sigh of bitter disappointment. โIf you will but call Maria and the men who wait at the north door, I can easily relieve you of my presence.โ
โYes, and you can go home to your pots and pans, to your sewing and your linen-chest, and remember to hold your tongue, as a woman should do, for if you breathe of what you have heard, if you betray Stoutenburg who is my friend, it is meโ โyour only brotherโ โwhom you will be sending to the scaffold.โ
โI would not betray you, Nicolaes,โ she said.
โOr any of my friends?โ
โOr any of your friends.โ
โYou swear it?โ he urged.
โThere is no need for an oath.โ
โYes, there is a pressing need for an oath, Gilda,โ he retorted sternly. โMy friends expect it of you, and you must pledge yourself to them, to forget all that you heard tonight and never to breathe of it to any living soul.โ
โI cannot swear,โ she replied, โto forget that which my memory will retain in spite of my will: nor would I wish to forget, because I mean to exert all the power I possess to dissuade you from this abominable crime, and because I mean to pray to God with all my might that He may prevent the crime from being committed.โ
โYou may pray as much as you like,โ he said roughly, โbut Iโll not have you breathe a word of it to any living soul.โ
โMy father has the right to know of the disgrace that threatens him.โ
โYou would not tell him?โ he exclaimed hoarsely.
โNot unless.โ โโ โฆโ
โUnless what?โ
โI cannot say. โTis all in Godโs hands and I do not know yet what my duty is. As you say I am only a woman, and my place is with my pots and pans, my sewing and my spindle. I have no right to have thoughts of mine own. Perhaps you are right, and in that case my father must indeed be the one to act. But this I do swear to you, Nicolaes, that before you stain your hand with the blood of one who, besides being your sovereign lord, is your fatherโs benefactor and friend, I will implore God above, that my father and I may both die ere we see you and ourselves so disgraced.โ
Before he could detain her by word or gesture she had slipped past him and turned to walk quickly toward the faรงade of the cathedral. An outstanding piece of masonry soon hid her from his view. For the moment he had thoughts of following her. Nicolaes Beresteyn was not a man who liked being thwarted, least of all by a woman, and there was a sense of insecurity for him in what she had said at the last. His life and that of his friends lay in the hands of that young girl who had spoken some very hard words to him just now. He loved her as a brother should, and would not for his very life have seen her in any danger, but he had all a manโs desire for mastery and hatred of dependence: she had angered and defied him, and yet remained in a sense his master.
He and his friends were dependent on her whimโ โhe would not call it loyalty or sense of duty to be doneโ โit was her whim that would hold the threads of a conspiracy which he firmly believed had the welfare of Holland and of religion for its object, and it was her whim that would hold the threat of the scaffold over himself and Stoutenburg and the others. The situation was intolerable.
He ground his heel upon the stone and muttered an oath under his breath. If only Gilda had been a man how simple would his course of action have been. A man can be coerced by physical means, but a womanโ โโ โฆ and that woman his own sister!
It was hard for Nicolaes Beresteyn, to have to think the situation out calmly, dispassionately, to procrastinate, to let the matter rest at any rate until the next day. But this he knew that he must do. He felt that he had exhausted all the arguments, all the reasonings that were consistent with his own pride; and how could he hope to coerce her into oaths or promises of submission here in the open street and with Maria and Jakob and Piet close byโ โeavesdropping mayhap?
Gilda was obstinate and had always been allowed more latitude in the way of thinking things out for herself than was good for any woman; but Nicolaes knew that she would not take any momentous step in a hurry. She would turn the whole of the circumstances over in her mind and as she said do some praying too. What she would do afterwards he dared not even conjecture.
For the moment he was forced to leave her alone, and primarily he decided to let his friends know at once how the matter stood.
He found them waiting anxiously for his return. I doubt if they had spoken much during his absence. A chorus of laconic inquiry greeted him as soon as his firm step rang out upon the flagstones.
โWell?โ
โShe has heard everything,โ he said quietly, โbut, she will not betray us. To this I pledge ye my word.โ
VI The Counsels of PrudenceNeither Stoutenburg nor any of the others had made reply to Beresteynโs firmly spoken oath. They were hardheaded Dutchmen, every one of them: men of action rather than men of words: for good or ill the rest of the world can judge them forever after by their deeds alone.
Therefore when the spectre of betrayal and of subsequent death appeared so suddenly before them they neither murmured nor protested. They could not in reason blame Beresteyn for his sisterโs presence in the cathedral this night, nor yet that her thoughts and feelings in
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