Crossing the bridge, they found a considerable number of the inhabitants assembled in the main street and in the market-place, in expectation of the king’s passing through the town on his way to Oxford, intimation of his approach having been conveyed by avant-couriers.  Leonard proceeded to the principal inn, and was fortunate enough to procure accommodation.  Having conducted Amabel and Nizza to their room, he was repairing to the stable with Blaize to see after their steeds, when a loud blowing of horns was heard on the bridge, succeeded by the tramp of horses and the rattling of wheels, and the next moment four valets in splendid livery rode up, followed by a magnificent coach.  The shouts of the assemblage proclaimed that it was the king.  The cavalcade stopped before the inn, from the yard of which six fine horses were brought and attached to the royal carriage, in place of others which were removed.  Charles was laughing heartily, and desired his attendants, who were neither numerous nor well-armed, to take care they were not robbed again between this place and Oxford; “Though,” added the monarch, “it is now of little consequence, since we have nothing to lose.”

“Is it possible your majesty can have been robbed?” asked the landlord, who stood cap in hand at the door of the carriage.

“I’faith, man, it is possible,” rejoined the king.  “We were stopped on Hounslow Heath by a band of highwaymen, who carried off two large coffers filled with gold, and would have eased us of our swords and snuff-boxes but for the interposition of their captain, who, as we live, is one of the politest men breathing—­is he not, Rochester?”

Leonard Holt, who was among the crowd of spectators, started at the mention of this name, and he trembled as the earl leaned forward in answer to the king’s question.  The eyes of the rivals met at this moment, for both were within a few yards of each other, and Rochester, whose cheek was flushed with anger, solicited the king’s permission to alight, but Charles, affirming it was getting late, would not permit him, and as the horses were harnessed, and the drivers mounted, he ordered them to proceed without delay.

Inexpressibly relieved by his rival’s departure, Leonard returned to the house, and acquainted Amabel with what had occurred.  Quitting Henley betimes on the following morning, they arrived in about three hours at Wallingford, where they halted for some time, and, then pursuing their journey, reached Wantage at four o’clock, where they tarried for an hour.  Up to this hour, Leonard had doubted the possibility of reaching their destination that night; but Amabel assuring him she felt no fatigue, he determined to push on.  Accordingly, having refreshed their steeds, they set forward, and soon began to mount the beautiful downs lying on the west of this ancient town.