The Lion of Midnight
J. D. Davies
wintry weather, 1666. A moment struggle has damaged out among the English and the Dutch . . . Captain Matthew Quinton’s 5th project for King and nation is to the Swedish court docket at Gothenburg. Sweden is on the peak of its army energy, and Quinton is charged with securing an important aid in England’s new warfare opposed to her outdated enemy, the Dutch republic. Accompanying him is the mysterious Lord Conisborough, who – unknown to his captain – is sworn to a different, mystery undertaking related to the infamous regicide John Bale, by myself between friends of the area to signal the dying warrant of Charles I. Gothenburg proves to be a hotbed of dangerously conflicting loyalties, and Quinton and staff locate themselves desiring aid from the main unforeseen quarters.
Wreckers in this shore?’ Jeary, selected for this voyage simply because he had skippered many a Balticman via those waters, shook his sodden head in reaction. ‘I’ve heard of such,’ he bellowed throughout the gale. ‘They say the Hopewell of Yarmouth was once lured to its destiny in those waters. Ten 12 months again, that’d be. I’ve heard speak of many a Dutchman drawn onto the rocks hereabouts, too. One paintings the Cornish taught the world.’ John Tremar, on watch as a larboard lookout and a part of the Cornish following.
Bale casually, the homicide of a monarch lowered to an insignificant topic of truth. ‘But i didn't kill Conisbrough. you could think that or no longer, yet having murdered a king, as you are going to placed it, why might I no longer admit my guilt for the a great deal lesser killing of a baron?’ there have been offended cries at the back of me, and back I raised my arm to quell the riot. ‘Then what's it that you simply do here?’ i couldn't deliver myself to bestow the right kind dignity of ‘My Lord’ upon this villain. ‘Two purposes. First, Sir Matthew,.
now not completely convinced in his statement that the colors of numerous millions of cavaliers, my very own father between them, may have appeared this brash, very convinced formative years as an appropriate standard-bearer for his or her vengeance. To divert him, I requested him to inform me extra concerning the guy we have been quickly to fulfill, the excessive Chancellor of Sweden. ‘Ah, now there’s a story, Sir Matthew. My Lord Arlington was once really effusive upon the topic. He has an curiosity in Sweden – even if in fact nominally it comes less than.
That what they name the reason for the godly will triumph as soon as again,’ acknowledged Bale. ‘But I got here to imagine otherwise. With Conisbrough lifeless, I knew my lifestyles right here used to be now not well worth the candle. eventually, a guy like your grasp North – or a Swede received with Charles Stuart’s coin – was once guaranteed to placed a pistol to my head or force a knife into my ribs. truthfully, i've been a lifeless guy strolling for the reason that I positioned my signature to that accursed piece of paper. How the hot-headed follies and enthusiasms of our.
Him to put it in my sea-chest, and notion not more of it. The galley get rid of, and the final I observed of her used to be heading north-east, again towards Gothenburg. The oars minimize the nonetheless icy water with their accustomed precision. on the stern rail stood common Erik Glete, waving his sword approximately his head like a madman possessed, and the count number Dohna, as nonetheless as a statue, his eyes obviously cause upon the fast-receding form of the Cressy. * * * At sunrise I ordered a gun to be fired and the fleet.