There was a pause, during which the two old friends gazed defiantly at each other, and then Colonel Forrester continued—
“No, sir; I ride to the west, to join those whom you call the inciters to riot, anarchy, and confusion; but whom we, as true, honest Englishmen, think of as those who are fighting to free our land and to rescue it from the degradation to which it has been brought. Let me entreat you, sir, as a gentleman, to think twice before you take the road to the east, for the way is open still to the west. Ride with us, Sir Godfrey. So old and gallant a soldier would be most welcome to our ranks.”
“And a traitor to the king, whose commission I hold, and whose uniform I shall once again wear.”
“Traitor!” said Colonel Forrester, starting, and his hand darted to the hilt of his sword; but he drew it back with a hasty “Pish!”
“Yes, sir, traitor, as you seem disposed to prove; but I warn you in time. The king will prove the master over the wretched band of anarchists who have risen against him.”
“Enough!” said Colonel Forrester. “That has to be proved.”
“Proved or no, sir, I command you to ride with me or to return to your home. You are in arms against the king, the government, and the law of this land. Surrender!”
“Sir Godfrey, too much commanding of slaves to your wishes has rendered you absurd of speech.”
“Do you hear me, sir?” cried Sir Godfrey. “I order you to follow me.”
Colonel Forrester’s hand went again to his sword, but he snatched it back.