Then the young Prince and his suite came in, and he stood at the end
of the hall, smiling and looking amused as everyone's cup was filled
with wine--such wine as the Roundhead captains had left, and the Dean
at the head of the table gave out the health of his most sacred
Majesty King Charles, might God bless him, and confound all his
enemies! The Prince bared his black shining locks and drank, and
there was a deep Amen, and then a hurrah enough to rend the old
vaulted ceiling; and equally enthusiastically was the Prince's health
afterwards drunk.
Stead heard the servants saying that such a meal had been a costly
matter, but that the good Dean would have it so in order that one
more true merry Christmas should be remembered in Bristol.
CHAPTER X.
A TERRIBLE HARVEST DAY.
"There is a reaper, whose name is death."
LONGFELLOW.
Spring came at last, cold indeed but dry, and it brought calves, and
kids, and lambs, and little pigs, besides eggs and milk. The
creatures prospered for two reasons no doubt.
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