Your news
has put me in a fever," continued Edward, taking up the biggin and
drinking a large draught of beer.
"I thought it would," replied Oswald; "but until the time comes, the
more quiet you keep the better."
"Yes, Oswald; but I can't talk any more; I must be left alone to
think. I will go to bed, as I shall be off early in the morning. Is
that fellow, Corbould, getting well?"
"Yes, sir; he is out of bed, and walks a little with a stick; but he
is still very lame, and will be for some time."
"Good-night, Oswald; if I have any thing to say, I will write and send
the boy. I do not want to be seen here any more."
"It will be best, sir. Good-night; I will put Smoker in the kennel to
the right, as he will not be friendly with the other dogs."
Edward retired to bed, but not to sleep. The Scots had proclaimed the
king, and invited him over. "He will surely come," thought Edward,
"and he will have an army round him as soon as he lands." Edward made
up his resolution to join the army, as soon as he should hear that the
king had landed; and what with considering how he should be able so to
do, and afterward building castles as to what he would do, it was long
before he fell asleep; and when he did he dreamed of battles and
victory--he was charging at the head of his troops--he was surrounded
by the dying and the dead.
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