Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651
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CHAPTER X.
IN WHICH THE KING PROVES HIMSELF A GOOD COOK.
All passed quietly that night at Boscobel. Charles slept soundly in thesecret closet; and Careless slept equally soundly in the priest's hole.The faithful brothers kept watch, by turns, outside the house, and Joandid not go to bed at all, but took a little repose in an arm-chairin the squire's bedchamber. Careless awoke at an early hour in themorning, and left the garret as quickly as he could. Finding the kingwas not astir, he did not choose to disturb him, but went forth intothe garden. After strolling about for a few minutes, he proceeded tothe little mount we have already described, and entered the arbour onits summit. What was his surprise to find some one asleep there. It wasJasper, who was roused by Careless's approach, and opened his eyes.
"You here!" exclaimed Careless.
"I have not been long here," said the page. "I have been hidden in theforest, and have had several narrow escapes of capture."
"Both his majesty and myself have been most anxious for your safety,"said Careless. "You look sadly tired."
"Fasting does not very well agree with me," replied Jasper. "Onecannot find much to eat in the forest. I have had nothing for nearlytwenty-four hours, and I find myself particularly hungry, I can assureyou."
"No wonder," cried Careless, in a sympathising tone. "Come with me intothe house, and I will get you some breakfast at once."
"The offer is too welcome to be refused--though I confess I have somescruples. What will his majesty think of me?"
"His majesty will be delighted to see you--but he has not yet left hiscouch."
What more passed between them we do not pretend to say, but theyremained within the arbour for another minute or so, and thendescending from the mount proceeded with very leisurely footstepstowards the porch.
"How strange is this meeting!" murmured Careless. "Never did I dream weshould be here together."
"'Tis a charming old place, I think, and I could be quite happy herefor a month, if those Roundhead soldiers wouldn't molest me."
They were now not far from the porch, when a rustling was heard amongthe ivy that clothed the base of the chimney-stack, and the nextmoment the king came forth from the secret postern.
Jasper was quite startled by the sudden apparition, for so wellconcealed was the outlet that it could scarcely be detected, even whenthe observers were close at hand.
Charles smiled at the page's look of astonishment.
"You are not familiar with the wonders of this enchanted castle," hesaid. "But, i'faith, I should not have ventured forth if I had notreconnoitred you through a loophole."
"I hope your majesty has rested well," said the page, with an obeisance.
"Never better," replied Charles. "I made one long nap of it. Where didyou find a couch?"
"Partly at the foot of a tree, sire, and partly in yonder arbour, whereMajor Careless found me a few minutes ago."
"Oddsfish! then you have passed the night in the forest?"
"Precisely so, sire."
"And I fear without supper?"
"Supper would have been superfluous, if I had dined."
"Careless, we must have breakfast instantly," cried Charles. "Let meknow when it is ready."
"Come with me, Jasper, thou may'st be needed."
"No; Jasper will remain with me. I want to talk to him."
Careless rather reluctantly departed.
The king then began to question the page as to his adventures in theforest, but had not learnt all particulars, when Careless came back.
"Oddsfish! thou hast made haste," exclaimed Charles.
"Dame Joan desires to know what it will please your majesty to have forbreakfast."
"Didst tell her I have company?"
"I explained that there is a hungry page with your majesty, and shethought he had best come in and render help."
"Willingly," cried Jasper.
"Nay, we will all go in," said Charles.
Active preparations for the morning meal were being made in the hall asthe king entered with his attendants.
A large fire was burning in the grate, at which Dame Joan was roastinga brace of partridges, that emitted a very delectable odour.
"Nothing can be better than those birds, dame, unless it be a broiledmutton chop?" he cried.
"There is a neck of mutton in the larder, an' please your majesty, butI fear the meat may prove too fresh," replied Joan.
"Heed not that," cried Charles. "Mutton chops are the very thing. Iwill broil them myself. Bring me the gridiron, dame."
Very much amused by the order, Joan obeyed, and the chops being dulyprepared, were skilfully broiled by the king, who never for a momentquitted his post, but turned them with a fork when requisite.
While he was thus employed, William Penderel came in, and couldscarcely believe his eyes when he found the king standing before thefire. But the faithful fellow did not remain long in doors, for he wasnow left alone for a time, his brothers having gone to their homes.
Having completed his task to his entire satisfaction, and the infiniteamusement of the lookers-on, Charles proceeded to the head of thetable, and bidding Careless and the page sit down on either side ofhim, the chops were served by Joan, and greatly enjoyed. Charlesinsisted that the good dame should taste his cookery, but she wouldtouch nothing till she had served the partridges. She then discussedthe chop at the lower end of the table, and declared, no doubt withtruth, that she had never tasted aught so good in her life.