Mine old comrade, Seth Coleman, will tell them how to reach the
Castle of Ballyshea, and how to find safe convoy, and tell you more
of the estate wherewith it has pleased Heaven to reward my poor
services.
"And so commending you to His holy keeping, no more from your loving
brother,
"JEPHTHAH KENTON."
The spelling of this was queer, even according to the ways of the
time, but it was not hard to understand, and it might well fill
Steadfast with amazement.
He longed to share the tidings with Emlyn, but he did not feel as if
it would be right to let anyone hear before Patience. Only as he
went back and called again at Mrs. Lightfoot's for his basket, she
asked whether he had found Seth Coleman, and if his brother had come
to such preferment as was reported.
"Yea," said Steadfast, "he hath a grant of land, and a castle, and a
wife."
"Eh, now! Lack-a-day! 'Tis alway the most feather-pated that fly
highest."
Cromwell's Ironsides feather-pated! But that did not trouble
Steadfast, who all the way home, as he rode his donkey, was thinking
of the difference it made in his prospects, and in what he had to
offer Emlyn to be able to feel his tenure so much more secure.
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