The Protector then commanded Sir John Berkstead to his presence, and

directed that a troop of horse should be had in immediate readiness, and

that, in a few minutes, he would name to Colonel Jones the officer who

was to accompany them, and the place of their destination.

"And now let us to bed. Will my little Bridget bid her grandfather good

night?" and he kissed the child with much tenderness.--"People wonder

why I trust thee in my councils; but God hath given thee a soul of truth

and a secret tongue; thou growest pale with late sitting, and that must

not be." The Protector clasped his hands, and said a few words of prayer

over the girl, who knelt at his feet.

"Good Manasseh, I would recommend your resting here to-night; you need

repose, but I must detain your serving-man. Without there!"

An attendant entered.

"Conduct this person to----" A whisper told the remainder of the

sentence, and Robin was led from the apartment.

Very few lingered in the great hall; the pages were sleeping soundly;

and, though they encountered Colonel John Jones, he did not recognise

Robin, who, despoiled of his beard and black hair, looked so much like

the servant of Sir Willmott Burrell, as to be thought such by more than

one of the attendants. As he passed through the second court, his guide

suddenly turned into a small arched door-way, and directed Robin to

proceed up a narrow flight of winding stairs, that appeared to have no

termination. Robin once halted for breath, but was obliged to proceed,

and at length found himself in a small, cell-like apartment, with a

narrow sky-light, opening, as he conjectured, on the palace roof.

Here his attendant left him, without so much as "good night," and he had

the satisfaction of hearing the key turn within the rusty lock.

The mistiness of the night had passed away, and the moon looked down in

unclouded majesty upon the courts and turrets of "the House at Hampton."

Robin seated himself on his truckle bedstead, upon which merely a rude

straw mattress, covered with a blanket, was thrown, and which, for aught

he knew, had been occupied by a thousand prisoners before him; but,

however bitter and sarcastic his mind might be, it was not given to

despond; and he soon began to reflect on what had passed. Although it

was not by any means the first time he had been face to face with the

Protector, yet it was the first time he had ever seen him with any of

the indications of human feeling. "He has made many children

fatherless," thought the Ranger, "and yet see how fond he is of that

ill-favoured girl, who is the very picture of himself! Poor Walter!

Well, I wonder what has been done with him; I had a great mind to ask,

but there is something about him, that, were he never a Protector, one

would just as soon not make free with." As Robin thought thus, his eyes

were fixed on the light and flitting clouds, and he was longing to be

free and abroad in the moonbeams, that entered his cell only to smile on

his captivity; when some opaque body stood between him and the light, so

that he was for a moment almost in darkness. About three minutes after,

the same effect occurred; and presently a man's face was placed close to

the glass, evidently with the design of seeing into the room.




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