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ligence has so astounded me, that I can listen to nothing else, till I have had a little while to commune with myself and subdue my feelings."
Edward was indeed in a state of mind which required calming down. He quitted the cottage and walked out for some distance into the forest, in deep thought.
"Murdered at last!" exclaimed he. "Yes, well may it be called murder, and no one to save him—not a blow struck in his defence—not an arm raised. How much gallant blood has been shed in vain! Spirit of my fathers—didst thou leave none of thy mettle and thy honour behind thee; or has all England become craven? Well, the time will come, and if I can no longer hope to fight for my King, at all events, I can fight against those who have murdered him."
Such were Edward's thoughts as he wandered through the forest, and more than an hour elapsed before his impetuous blood could return to its usual flow—at last, more calm, he returned to the cottage, and listened to the details which Oswald now gave to him of what he had heard.
When Oswald had finished, Edward asked him whether the Intendant had returned.
"Yes, or I should not have been here," replied Oswald. "He came back yesterday, looking most disconsolate and grave, and I hear that he returns to London in a few days. Indeed he told me so himself, for I requested permission to come over to see your grandfather. He said that I might go, but must return soon, as he must go back to London. I believe from what Miss Patience told me, and what I have seen myself, that he is sincerely amazed and vexed at what has taken place; and so indeed are many more, who, although opposed to the King's method of government, never had an idea that things should have turned out as they have done. I have a message from him to you, which
