"But your sympathies are with the enemy—not with us," cried Jane.
The very significant look given her by the young widow satisfied her she was mistaken.
"Major Careless would tell you differently," whispered Dame Gives, leaning forward.
"My doubts are removed," said Jane. "I will go with you to Droitwich."
"You will not find your confidence misplaced," replied Dame Gives. "And it will delight me to be of service to you."
They then rode off at a brisk pace, and were soon on the high road to Droitwich.
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
WHAT CHARLES BEHELD FROM THE SUMMIT OF THE CATHEDRAL TOWER.
Brightly dawned the fatal 3rd of September, 1651, as if the day just breaking were destined to be one of peace and rejoicing rather than of strife and bloodshed. But the gladdening influence of the sunshine that gilded its towers, spires, and pinnacles could not dispel the gloom hanging over the devoted city. Men sprang from their restless couches oppressed with the sense that the dreadful contest in which they must of necessity take part was close at hand. Before night the king's fate would probably be decided. If he fell, the city dedicated to his cause would fall with him.