St. George and St. Michael Volume I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 173 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael Volume I.

St. George and St. Michael Volume I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 173 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael Volume I.
or greave for pauldron—­or it might be sword for pike-head or halbert.  Mingled with it came now and then the creak and squeak of the wooden wheel at the draw-well near the hall-door in the farther court, and the muffled splash of the bucket as it struck the water deep in the shaft.  She even thought she could hear the drops dripping back from it as it slowly ascended, but that was fancy.  Everywhere arose the auricular vapour, as it were, of action, undefined and indefinable, the hum of the human hive, compounded of all confluent noises—­the chatter of the servants’ hall and the nursery, the stamping of horses, the ringing of harness, the ripping of the chains of kenneled dogs, the hollow stamping of heavy boots, the lowing of cattle, with sounds besides so strange to the ears of Dorothy that they set her puzzling in vain to account for them; not to mention the chaff of the guard-rooms by the gates, and the scolding and clatter of the kitchen.  This last, indeed, was audible only when the doors were open, for the walls of the kitchen, whether it was that the builders of it counted cookery second only to life, or that this had been judged, from the nature of the ground outside, the corner of all the enclosure most likely to be attacked, were far thicker than those of any of the other towers, with the one exception of the keep itself.

As she sat listening to these multitudinous exhalations of life around her, yet with a feeling of loneliness and a dim sense of captivity, from the consciousness that huge surrounding walls rose between her and the green fields, of which, from earliest memory, she had been as free as the birds and beetles, a white rabbit, escaped from the arms of its owner, little Mary Somerset, lady Margaret’s only child, a merry but delicate girl not yet three years old, suddenly darted like a flash of snow across the shadowy green, followed in hot haste a moment after by a fine-looking boy of thirteen and two younger girls, after whom toddled tiny Mary.  Dorothy sat watching the pursuit, accompanied with sweet outcry and frolic laughter, when in a moment the sounds of their merriment changed to shrieks of terror, and she saw a huge mastiff come bounding she knew not whence, and rush straight at the rabbit, fierce and fast.  When the little creature saw him, struck with terror it stopped dead, cowered on the sward, and was stock still.  But Henry Somerset, who was but a few paces from it, reached it before the dog, and caught it up in his arms.  The rush of the dog threw him down, and they rolled over and over, Henry holding fast the poor rabbit.

By this time Dorothy was half-way down the stair:  the moment she caught sight of the dog she had flown to the rescue.  When she issued from the porch at the foot of the grand staircase, Henry was up again, and running for the house with the rabbit yet safe in his arms, pursued by the mastiff.  Evidently the dog had not harmed him—­but he might get angry.  The next moment she saw, to her joy and dismay both at once, that it was her own dog.

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