King is the source of all estate and honour, and I am loyal to the King.
He is a traitor who spurns the King's honour and defies it. He is a
traitor who links his fortunes with that vile, murderous upstart, that
blethering hypocrite, Oliver Cromwell. I go to Scotland to join King
Charles, and before three months are over his Majesty will have come into
his own again and I also into my own here at Enderby."

The old man trembled with the fierceness of his emotions.

"I only am master here," he said, "and I should have died upon this
threshold ere my Lord Rippingdale and the King's men had ever crossed it,
but for you, an Enderby, who deserted me in the conflict--a coward who
went over to the enemies of our house."

The young man's face twitched with a malignant anger. He suddenly started
forward, and with a sidelong blow struck his father with the flat of his
sword. A red ridge of bruised flesh instantly rose upon the old man's
cheek and ear. He caught the arm of the chair by which he stood,
staggering back as though he had received a mortal wound.

"No, no, no!" he said, his voice gulping with misery and horror.--"No,
no! Kill me, if you will--I but cannot fight you. Oh, my God, my God!" he
gasped scarcely above a whisper. "Unnatural-unnatural!" He said no more,
for, upon the instant, four men entered the room. They were of Cromwell's
Ironsides. Young Enderby looked round swiftly, ready to fight, but he saw
at once that he was trapped. The old man also laid his hand upon his
sword, but he saw that the case was hopeless. He dropped into his chair
and leaned his head upon his hands.

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