Old Hardpiece, grumbling the greater part of the way, led his companion
through a labyrinth of stairs and passages to a small room, where a huge
flagon of ale, with cold beef and other substantial articles for
breakfast, were about being displayed. Anthony, nothing loth, threw
aside his cap, and unbraced his girdle, for the more capacious disposal
of such savoury and delicious viands. A heavy pull at the tankard again
brought out Master Geoffery's deep-mouthed oratory. Anthony's tongue
grew more nimble as his appetite waxed less vigorous; he asked many
questions about the business which required their presence at Raven
Castle in such haste.
"The orphan children of Sir Henry Fairfax are to be conveyed to some
place of concealment for a short period. Master says he has had
intimation of a design on the part of the late Sir Henry's friends to
seize them perforce. Which act of violence Hildebrand Wentworth, being
left as their sole guardian, will make all haste to prevent."
"The children of the late Sir Harry Fairfax who was killed in the wars?"
inquired Anthony.
"Ay, ay. Poor things! since their mother drowned herself"----
Old Hardpiece here looked round, as though fearing some intrusion.
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