The Caged Lion by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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'Sir,' began Lilias, 'how can we thank--' 'Not at all, lady,' replied Sir James, smiling; 'you will do better to take your seat; I fear it must be _en croupe_, for we can scarce dismount one of your guards.' 'She shall ride behind me,' said Malcolm, in a more alert and confident voice than had ever been heard from him before. 'Ay, right,' said Sir James, placing a kind hand on his shoulder; 'thou hast won her back by thine own exploit, and mayst well have the keeping of her. That rush on the caitiff groom was well and shrewdly done.' And for all Malcolm's anxiety for his uncle, his heart had never given such a leap as at finding himself suddenly raised from the depressed down- trodden coward into something like manhood and self-respect. Lilias, who, like most damsels of her time, was hardy and active, saw no difficulties in the mode of conveyance, and, so soon as Malcolm had seated himself on horseback, she placed one foot upon his toe, and with a spring of her own, assisted by Sir James's well-practised hand, was instantly perched on the crupper, clasping her brother round the waist with her arms, and laying her head on his shoulder in loving pride at his exploit, while for her further security Sir James threw round them both the long plaid that had so lately bound her. 'Dear Malcolm'--and her whisper fell sweetly on his ear--'it will be bonnie tidings for Patie that thou didst loose me all thyself. The false tyrant, to fall on us the very hour Patie was on the salt sea.' |
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