Both Sides the Border: A Tale of Hotspur and Glendower
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Henty George Alfred. Both Sides the Border: A Tale of Hotspur and Glendower
Preface
Chapter 1: A Border Hold
Chapter 2: Across The Border
Chapter 3: At Alnwick
Chapter 4: An Unequal Joust
Chapter 5: A Mission
Chapter 6: At Dunbar
Chapter 7: Back To Hotspur
Chapter 8: Ludlow Castle
Chapter 9: The Welsh Rising
Chapter 10: A Breach Of Duty
Chapter 11: Bad News
Chapter 12: A Dangerous Mission
Chapter 13: Escape
Chapter 14: In Hiding
Chapter 15: Another Mission To Ludlow
Chapter 16: A Letter For The King
Chapter 17: Knighted
Chapter 18: Glendower
Chapter 19: The Battle Of Homildon Hill
Chapter 20: The Percys' Discontent
Chapter 21: Shrewsbury
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A lad was standing on the little lookout turret, on the top of a border fortalice. The place was evidently built solely with an eye to defence, comfort being an altogether secondary consideration. It was a square building, of rough stone, the walls broken only by narrow loopholes; and the door, which was ten feet above the ground, was reached by broad wooden steps, which could be hauled up in case of necessity; and were, in fact, raised every night.
The building was some forty feet square. The upper floor was divided into several chambers, which were the sleeping places of its lord and master, his family, and the women of the household. The floor below, onto which the door from without opened, was undivided save by two rows of stone pillars that supported the beams of the floor above. In one corner the floor, some fifteen feet square, was raised somewhat above the general level. This was set aside for the use of the master and the family. The rest of the apartment was used as the living and sleeping room of the followers, and hinds, of the fortalice.
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His mother shook her head. Her father and two brothers had both been slain, the last time a Scottish army had crossed the border; and although she naturally did not regard constant troubles in the same light in which a southern woman would have viewed them, she still longed for peace and quiet; and was in constant fear that sooner or later the feud with the Bairds, who were a powerful family, would cost her husband his life.
Against open force she had little fear. The hold could resist an attack for days, and long ere it yielded, help would arrive; but although the watch was vigilant, and every precaution taken, it might be captured by a sudden night attack. William Baird had, she knew, sworn a great oath that Yardhope Hold should one day be destroyed; and the Forsters wiped out, root and branch. And the death of his cousin Allan, in the last raid, would surely fan the fire of his hatred against them.
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