“ Heaven knows I want to love you; for so long as you hold me to it my promise is sacred and shall be kept. More than that, if you say that it is your will that I seclude myself from these attentions, give up dancing, give up rides, drives, walks, and even receiving visits, here, so be it. I will obey. But write this to me, Steven,—not to Kate. I am too proud to ask her to show me the letters I know she has received from you,—and there are some she has not shown me,—but I cannot understand a man's complaining to other persons of the conduct of the woman who is, or is to be, his wife. ”
Charles King
Summary
Charles King’s The Deserter is a novel centered on military life, exploring tensions between duty and personal relationships through characters like Captain Rayner and Lieutenant Hayne. Set against the backdrop of cavalry regiments, garrisons, and harsh frontier conditions, the narrative delves into themes of desertion, conflicts within ranks, and the moral dilemmas faced by soldiers.
Quotes reveal moments of confrontation, such as the arrest of a deserter and the struggle of troops in freezing weather, while personal entanglements—like a sister’s plea for restraint—highlight the clash between professional duty and private emotion. The work underscores the human cost of military service, blending action with introspective drama.
Quotes from The Deserter (Charles King)
“ The next words simply take her breath away:"Sergeant Gower, I arrest you as a deserter and thief! You deserted from F troop, ——th Cavalry, at Battle Butte!"She sees the fearful gleam on the dark man's face; there is a sudden spring, a clinch, a straining to and fro of two forms,—one tall, black, snaky, the other light, lithe, agile, and trained; muttered curse, panting breath, and then, sure as fate, the taller man is being borne backward against the rail. She sees the dark arm suddenly relax its grasp of the gray form and disappear an instant. ”
“ Then came an exclamation, this time from the younger:"Why, Kate! Look! see all these men,—and horses! Why, they are soldiers,—cavalry! Oh, how I love to see them again! But, oh, how cold they look!—frozen!""Who can they be?" said Mrs. Rayner, all vehement interest now, and gazing eagerly from the window at the lowered heads of the horses and the muffled figures in blue and fur. "What can they be doing in the field in such awful weather? I cannot recognize one of them, or tell officers from men. Surely that must be Captain Wayne,—and Major Stannard. ”
