Classic Book Library : Historical Fiction : A March On London Being A Story Of Wat Tyler's Insurrection : Chapter 19 : Page 6 of 28 They mounted at once. Dame De Courcy rode on a pillion behind Sir Ralph. Aline bestrode--for side-saddles had not yet come into use--her own pony. Two retainers followed, one leading a sumpter horse, with two panniers well filled with provisions and wine, together with some women's gear, in case the weather should turn bad, and a change be required at the halting- place for the night. They started briskly, and Edgar was glad that his father had gone on alone; the pace would have sorely discomposed him. Alternately walking and going at a canter they arrived in three hours at Cliffe. "There is your castle, Albert!" Aline exclaimed. "It seems well-nigh, if not quite, finished, and is strongly posted on that hill, overlooking the whole country from Dartford to Sheerness. You will need a chatelaine before long, brother mine." Albert laughed, but coloured a little. "Time enough to think of that, Aline." "Nay, I am in earnest. Many are betrothed, if not married, long before they attain your age." Copyright © 2004-2005 Classic Book Library |