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Portrait of William Harrison Ainsworth William Harrison Ainsworth Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651

Colonel Wyndham started back, and uttered an exclamation of joy and surprise.
"You amaze me!" he cried. "We heard that his majesty was slain at Worcester."
"'Twas a false report, invented by the enemy," replied Careless. "Not only is the king alive and well, but he is coming to take refuge with you here at Trent."
"By Heaven, I am glad to hear it!" cried the colonel. "No news could please me better—nay, not half so well. As the bearer of such joyful tidings thou art doubly welcome, Will. And think not there is need of secrecy. I will answer for my womankind as I would for myself.
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Portrait of William Harrison Ainsworth William Harrison Ainsworth Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651

Charles was seated in the room, and Lord Wilmot, Captain Giffard, and Careless were with him.
Without any prompting, the huge forester immediately prostrated himself before the king, who gave him his hand to kiss.
"This is William Penderel, sire," observed the earl.
"I do not need the information," replied Charles. "I am right glad to see thee, William. I have already seen two of thy brothers."
"Then your majesty has seen two of your loyal subjects," replied the forester, rising. "We will defend you to the death."
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Portrait of William Harrison Ainsworth William Harrison Ainsworth Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651

I sadly want a counsellor."
"I fancied you had already too many counsellors, sire," observed the earl.
"Nay, that is true," rejoined Charles. "But I want a leader like yourself—entirely devoted to me—one who will not thwart me. Heaven has sent you to me at the right moment, and my hopes are now revived."
"If I had not been protected by Heaven, I could not have overcome the difficulties I have had to encounter in coming hither, my liege," replied the Earl of Derby.
"Have you quite recovered from the hurts you got at Wigan, my dear lord?' asked the king, anxiously.
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