CHAPTER 14Truce gentle love, a parly now I crave, Me thinks, ‘tis long since first these wars begun Nor thou nor I, the better yet can have: Bad is the match where neither party won. I offer free conditions of faire peace, My hart for hostage, that it shall remaine, Discharge our forces heere, let malice cease, So for my pledge, thou give me pledge againe.
—Michael Drayton
‘It was a good storm,’ said the Dean.
‘First-class,’ said the Bursar, dryly, ‘for those that like it and don’t have to cope with those that don’t. The scouts’ quarters were a pandemonium; I had to go over. There was Carrie in hysterics, and Cook thinking her last hour had come, and Annie shrieking to Heaven that her darling children would be terrified and wanting to rush off to Headington then and there to comfort the
