Viktoriya Holt - Here Lies Our Sovereign Lord

All through the spring of that year there had been growing tension in the streets of London. It had communicated itself to aged and young alike. The old woman with her tray of herrings on the corner of Cole-yard where it turned off Drury Lane, watched passersby with eagerness as she called: Good herrings! Come buy my good herrings. If any paused, she would demand: Is there news? What news? The children, ragged, barefoot and filthy, playing in the gutters or trying to earn a coin or two by selling turnips and apples or helping the old woman dispose of her herrings, were alert for news. If any stranger rode by they would run after him, fighting each other for the privilege of holding his horse, demanding with their own brand of Cockney impudence: What news, sir? Now Old Nolls departed, what news?

Every day there were rumors. The observant noticed changes in the London they had known for the last ten years and moresmall changes, but nevertheless changes. The brothels had flourished all through the Commonwealth, but discreetly; now, passing through Dog-and-Bitch Lane, it was possible to see the women at the windows, negligent in their dress, beckoning to passersby and calling to them in their harsh London voices to come inside and see what pleasures they might enjoy. Blood-sports were gradually coming back to London once again.

We are getting back to the good old days, people said to one another.

On the cobbles outside one of the hovels in Cole-yard, three children sprawled. They were unusually good-looking, and none of them was marked by the pox or any deformity. The two elder childrena girl and a boywere about twelve years old, the younger, a girl, aged ten; and it was this ten-year-old who was the most attractive of the three. Her bones were small and she was delicately formed; her hair fell in a tangle of matted curls about her shoulders; it was of a bright chestnut color; her hazel eyes were full of mischief; her nose, being small and retrouss, added a look of impudence to her face. For all that she was the youngest and so much smaller than the others, she dominated the group.

Beside the boy lay a torch. As soon as it was dark he would be at work, lighting ladies and gentlemen across the roads. The elder of the two girls was casting anxious glances over her shoulder at the hovel behind her, and the young girl was laughing at the elder because of the latters fear.

Shell not be out for a while, Rose, she cried. Shes got her gin, so whatll she want with her daughters?

Rose rubbed her hand along her back reminiscently.

Her young sister jeered. You should be smarter on your feet, girl. Shame on you! You an active wench, to be caught and pasted by an old woman full of gin!

The child had leaped up; she found it hard to remain still for any length of time. Why, she cried, when old Ma turned to me with her stick I ran straight in to her thus caught her by the petticoat and swung her round till she was so giddy with the turning and the gin that she clutched me for support and begged me stop her from falling, calling me her good girl. And what said I? Now, Ma! Now Ma You take less of the gin and be more ready with a kiss and a good word for your girls than with the stick. Thats the way to have good and loving daughters. She sat flat on the floor to get her breath, and it was not till she was fully recovered that she thought of the stick again. Then twas too late to use it, for her anger against me had sped away. Thats the way to treat a drunken sot, Rosy girl, be she who she may.

As the girl had talked she had changed from the role of drink-sodden old woman to sprightly mischievous child, and each she had performed with an adroitness that set the others laughing.

Give over, Nelly, said Rose. Youll have us die of laughter.

Well, we all have to die one day, whether it be of laughter or gin.

But not yet, not yet, said the boy.

Mayhap twelve years is a little too young, cousin Will. So Ill have mercy on you, and you shall not die of laughing yet.

Come, sit down and be quiet awhile, said Rose. I heard tales in Longacre Street this day. They say the King is coming home.

If he comes, said Will, I shall be a soldier in his Army.

Bah! said Nell. A soldier to fight the battles of others? Even a link-boy fights his own.

Id have a grand uniform, said Will. A beaver hat with a feather to curl over my shoulder. Id have a silver chain about my neck, riding boots to the knee, and a red velvet cloak. Id be a handsome gallant roaming the streets of London.

Nell cried: Why not be the King himself, Will? Will looked crestfallen and she went on kindly: Well, Will, who knows, mayhap you shall have your beaver hat and feather. Mayhap when the King comes home twill be the custom for every link-boy, from Aldgate Pump to Temple Bar, to have his beaver hat and feather.

Nelly jokes, said Rose. My girl, one day your jokes will land you into trouble.

Better be landed in trouble by jokes than felony.

You are too smart for your years, Nell.

There was a clatter of horses hoofs as a man came riding by. All three children got to their feet and ran after the man on horseback who was pulling up at a house in Drury Lane.

Hold your horse, sir? said Will.

The man leaped down and threw the reins to Will.

Then he looked at the two girls.

What news, sir? asked Nell.

News! What news should such as I have to give to a drab like you?

Nell dropped a curtsy. Drabs who would be ladies, and serving men aping their lords all have a right to news, sir.

Impudent beggars whore! said the man.

Nell stood poised for flight.

I am too young for the title, sir. Mayhap if you pass this way a few years later I shall have earned it.

The man laughed; then feeling in his pocket flung a coin at her. Expertly Nell caught it before it fell to the ground. The man passed on. Will was left holding his horse, while Nell and Rose studied the coin. It was as much as Will would earn for his labor, and Rose remarked on this.

The tongue is as useful as a pair of hands, cried Nell.

What will you do with the money? asked Rose.

Nell considered. A pie, a slice of beef mayhap. Mayhap. As yet I have decided on one thing only: It shall not buy gin for Ma.

As they strolled back to Cole-yard, their mother appeared suddenly at the door of the hovel.

Rosy! Nelly! she screeched. You lazy sluts, where are you? Ill wallop you till youre black and blue, you lazy good-for-nothings, both of you. Come here at once if you want to live another hour. Rosy! Nelly! Was ever a good woman cursed with such sluts? Suddenly she saw them. Come here, you two. You, Rosy! You, Nelly! You come here and listen to your own mother.

Something has happened to excite her, said Rose.

And for once it is not the gin, added Nell.

They followed Madam Eleanor Gwyn into the dark hovel which was their home.

Their mother sat down panting on a three-legged stool. She was very fat, and the effort of coming to the door and calling them had tired her.

Rose pulled another stool up to her mothers; Nell spread herself on the floor, her legs and tiny feet swaying above her recumbent body, her vital heart-shaped face supported by her hands.

There are you two, roaming the streets, scolded Mrs. Gwyn, never giving a thought to the good days ahead.

We were waiting for you to come out of your gin sleep, Ma, said Nell.

Mrs. Gwyn half rose as though to cuff the girl, but thought better of it.

Give over with your teasing, Nell, she said, and listen to me. Theres good days coming, and shouldnt we all share in them?

The Kings coming home, said Rose.

You two dont remember the old days, said Madam Gwyn, lapsing into one of the sentimental moods which often came to her after consuming a certain quantity of gin. Nell found them less tolerable than her other phases, preferring a fighter any day to a maudlin drunkard. But now her keen eyes saw that this mood was a passing one. Her mother was excited. No, you dont remember the good old days, she went on. You dont remember the shops in the Royal Exchange, and all the merry girls selling their wares there. You dont remember seeing the young cavaliers about the streets. There was a sight for youin their silks and velvets and feathers and swords! There was a life for a girl. When I was your age there was good sport to be had in this old city. Manys the time Ive stood at a pillar in St. Pauls and met a kind and generous gentleman. She spat. Kind and generous gentlementhey went out with the King. They all followed him abroad. But things is different nowor going to be.