reading glasses, she began reading where Caleb had left off.
I was in the midst of an alchemical experiment when Father, with Susanna close behind him, flung open the door. âYou and your sister must hide yourselves!â
Startled, I dropped the flask I was holding. Ignoring the shattering of glass, Father said, with an urgency that I had never before seen him display, âThere is no time to lose. Alf has spotted Cromwellâs men on the track. They will be here momentarily.â
He hurried me down the stairs where our housekeeper, Molly, was wringing her hands. We swept past her, urged on by Father, who pushed us into the priestâs hole. A faint smell of incense and candle wax still lingered in the air. The thought of the many masses that had been celebrated here was oddly comforting.
âYou will remain here until the invaders leave.â
âBut, Father, I must help defend our home.â
âThey are too many for us, my son. Hide here with your sister. If I am arrested, take the gold hidden hereâenough to provide for you both for a short timeâand get you away to London to my sisterâs home. Here, I have written your aunt Arabellaâs address.â
As Father spoke, he pressed a bit of paper into my hand. Then he went over to the wall on which hung a crucifix, in front of which stood a table bearing a small altar. He pressed a cunningly wrought design of a flower, which swung open. Thrusting his hand into the crevice, he withdrew a small velvet bag in which one could hear the clink of coins. His face resolute but pale, he put the bag into my hands.
Then he looked at my sister and said, âTake this, Susanna. It was your motherâs rosary.â Emotion choked his voice as he added, âShe prayed every day for youâfor all of us.â
At this juncture, we heard a mighty pounding on the door and the voices of men demanding entrance. Throwing an agonized look at us, Father hurried away. After that, we heard a loud altercation, then the sound of much stomping about and coarse voices being raised.
As my sister bowed her head, her fingers desperately fingering the wooden beads of the rosary, I could hear her whispering, âHail Mary, full of grace.â It was not until our solitary candle had burned down and all was quiet that we heard a tapping at the door of the priestâs hole.
âMaster Jeremy,â came a whisper.
I opened the door to find Molly, a terrified look on her face, and her brother Alf beside her.
âOh, Master Jeremy, theyâve taken your father and everything they could lay their hands on, including the joint of beef I was going to serve you for dinner,â she wailed, putting her apron to her eyes.
âDid they hurt Father when they laid hands on him?â demanded Susanna.
âThey pushed him about somewhat, but he were walking by his self when they took him,â said Alf, his burly frame fairly quivering with outrage. âAnd I heard the captain of the menâa shifty-looking lot he wereâboasting that Cromwell himself had promised him this house.â
âYou and Miss Susanna must away from here,â said Molly, wiping the tears from her eyes. âAlf will help you.â
âI give you thanks for your offer, Alf, but we both will ride to London.â
Alf shook his shaggy head. âCromwellâs men, the Roundheads, took the horse, but there be another way to get to London. I make weekly deliveries of vegetables there,â he explained. âYou can ride with me in my wagon.â
âWould that not be dangerous, what with highwaymen infesting the roads?â I asked.
Alf laid a finger alongside his nose and said with a sly look, âNed and me have a bargain.â
At my puzzled look, he said patiently as though to a child, âHe be a cousin of mine. I pay him what I can when I go to town. Heâs never robbed me yet.â
âAlf will see that Miss Susanna comes to no