“We want food and lodgings7 for the night,” said the sergeant8, who had been examining one of the pewter mugs carefully, “lodgings for the men and horses. Bacon, I see, you have in plenty. Is there hay in the stable?”
“Ay,” she answered nervously10, “but my man is from home and I cannot serve you.”
“Oh, for that we will just wait upon ourselves 29and be beholden to ye all the same. Your man, I doubt not, has taken to another trade, and belike it were as well we did not fall across him. And for what do ye keep these toys?” he asked, kicking the heap of weapons with his jack11 boot. “These are not tools an honest man would willingly handle, but we will inquire further thereinto.”
So saying he went out to make his report to Macpherson, who was awaiting his return with undisguised impatience12. “Things have an ill look, sir,” he said, with a stiff salute13, “and I doubt not there is mischief14 brewing15 hereabouts; but there is a can of ale for ourselves and fodder16 for the beasts.”
“We can go no further if we would,” said Macpherson, “there is not another mile in the horses. And,” he continued, glancing at the capability17 of the house to withstand an attack, “we can make good this place against a hundred. Let the horses be looked to carefully. I myself will examine the stable. Come, sweetheart, thou hast done a good day′s work and hast well earned a night′s repose18.”
Gervase and the Vicomte entered the house together. The woman had replenished19 the fire and was busily engaged making her preparations for the reception of her unwelcome guests. As De Laprade came in she gave a start of surprise, but the look of recognition, which for a moment lighted up her face, immediately gave place to the dull, stolid20 expression she had worn in her interview with the sergeant. She continued her work apparently21 30unconscious of the presence of the two strangers. The Vicomte threw his hat and sword on the table and sat down on a stool close to the hearth.
“I am destined22 to see Madame again,” he said, stretching out his hands towards the warmth of the hearth, for the evening had grown chilly23. “And how is la belle24 Marie?”
As he spoke25 a tall girl of eighteen, barefooted and bareheaded, entered the door, tall and straight as a young poplar, lissom26 and graceful27, with the deep blue black eyes and low broad brow that one meets again and again among the peasants of the West country. Here is the pure Greek, instinct with life, but touched with a certain grace of sad and pensive28 beauty. She also started with surprise when her eyes fell on the young Frenchman.
“I thought, mother,” she said hesitating--"I thought--"
“Have done thinking and help me with the supper,” her mother answered, with a glance of warning. “The gentlemen have ridden far and will stay the night.”
“Madame does not recognize her old friends, ma belle,” said De Laprade lightly, “but you will not be so cruel. When we parted this morning, I did not dream that we should meet so soon, but it is the fortune of war.”
“And the rest,” cried the girl eagerly, “are they also--”
The woman looked up anxiously for a moment. "Poof!--they are gone--ecrasés; they need no roof 31over their heads to-night, nor a pretty maiden29 to wait on them. They drank too deep last night to have cool heads this morning, and now they will never hear the reveille sound again. It is a great pity, but the fortunes of war--"
“I don′t understand,” said the girl. “What has become of them?”
“They are lying yonder by the roadside and will waken never again.”
The woman threw up her hands with a loud cry and fell on the floor.
“These barbarians30 have then some touch of humanity,” said De Laprade softly, while Gervase ran forward and raised her head upon his knee, and the girl seized a water can which stood on the table and bathed her cheeks and forehead. In a few minutes the woman recovered consciousness and looked round her wildly.
“It is not true,” she cried; “′tis a lie. My beautiful boy that left me singing this morning with the lovelight dancing in his eyes is not dead. The sword was never sharpened that could slay31 him. I care not for King James or King William and for--why should they not leave me in peace? Tell me, for the Holy Virgin′s sake, that it is not true.” She rose and staggering forward threw herself at De Laprade′s feet and caught him round the knees, with streaming eyes and a look of wild entreaty32 in her face.
He endeavoured ineffectually to disengage himself, but she clung to him with desperate earnestness. 32His look of placid33 indifference34 gave way to one of profound pity. “It may be,” he said, gently endeavouring to raise her to her feet, “it may be that I was wrong and your son is not dead. I remember me he was our guide and did not carry arms. He may have escaped the fate that befell the others, but one of these gentlemen will tell you.”
At this moment Macpherson, accompanied by the sergeant, entered the house.
“What pother is this?” he said roughly. “If you are unwilling35 to serve us we will even wait upon ourselves. We do not make war on women, but they must not hinder us.”
Gervase drew him aside by the sleeve, hastily explaining how matters stood; but there was no comfort or hope in his answer. He had not seen the boy, but there might be good reason for that; the woman should have kept the lad at home if she was unwilling he should take his chance, and no one could be blamed if he went down with the rest. One more or less, what did it matter?
The girl stood listening to their brief conversation with flashing eyes, and then took her mother by the arm, and drawing her into the inner room closed the door behind them.
Macpherson was in the enemy′s country and accordingly made himself at home. Under his direction a meal was soon prepared, and a cask of home-brewed ale that had been discovered in a recess36, was rolled into the middle of the floor, and the men helped themselves. They were too tired for 33much speech and devoted37 themselves to their repast in silence, addressing one another occasionally in undertones, and making huge inroads on the rashers and coarse bread that rapidly disappeared before them. Macpherson sat moodily38 apart, eating and drinking but sparingly--a marked contrast to De Laprade who seemed to forget that he was a prisoner, and laughed at his own conceits39 with light-hearted gaiety. He had divested40 himself of his peruke and riding boots, and stretched himself along the rude settle that stood near the hearth. He appeared to pay no attention to the stern leader who scowled41 more and more deeply as the Vicomte′s laugh grew louder, and the tone of his conversation assumed a more unbecoming levity42. Gervase could not help feeling interested, for the type was altogether new to him--there was a life and colour about the stories to which he was a stranger; it was a little bit of Versailles, brilliant and careless, set down in the wilds of Fermanagh.
“Pardieu!” said the Vicomte, “it was play that did it; there was nothing else left. My creditors43 will miss me, I do not doubt, but they were troublesome and I hate trouble; so I hastened to seek glory--bah! it is a greater trouble than the other. Where is the glory when your soldiers will not fight, and your king is a poltroon44? There is no music like the rattle45 of the dicebox, when fortune, the beautiful goddess, is smiling like a lover. Love and play are the two things that make life worth living.”
34“Of love,” said Gervase, “I know nothing, but for play--I leave that to the fool and the knave46. Nay47, I mean not to say that men of honour have not ere now given themselves up to its strange fascination48, but it was their weakness. For me, I like rather to hear the yelp49 of the otter50 hounds when the morning is young and the spring woods are full of life and beauty, or the cry of the beagles when the scent51 is lying strong. You have never seen the brown trout52 in the freshet?”
“There were no fish in the ponds at Versailles,” said the Vicomte drily, “but when a great lady dropped her fan--”
Macpherson rose to his feet and drew out the small leather-bound volume that Gervase had seen him use before. “There has been enough of this untimely jesting,” he said. “These are not manners that suit our station or our work, and if you, sir, care not to join in the devotions of Christian53 men, I shall not compel you to remain, but you may retire to your repose. But as for us, we will thank God for His watchful54 care this day.”
“Your devotions, sir, will interest me beyond measure.”
“Hackett, give me the light,” said Macpherson, looking for a moment sternly at the speaker from under his heavy eyebrows55. The sergeant went to the hearth and taking up a blazing piece of resinous56 fir held it up to his leader, who opened the book and began solemnly to read one of those Psalms57 that breathe forth58 vengeance59 and savage60 triumph.
35“Plead my cause, oh Lord, with them that strive with me, fight against them that fight against me. Take hold of shield and buckler and stand up for my help.”
Then he closed the book and dropping on his knees (an example which was followed by all the company except the Vicomte, who was apparently fast asleep) he prayed loudly and fervently61. His prayer was to some extent a repetition of the verses he had been reading, clothed in more homely62 language. He prayed that God would lead His people forth in safety through the perils63 and dangers that encompassed64 them; and that the wicked oppressor might be taken in his own toils65 and destroyed utterly66. Then from the language of supplication67 he passed to the enthusiasm of prophecy. The day was at hand when a great deliverance would be wrought68 for the people of God. The scarlet69 woman, sunken in her adulteries and witchcraft70, would pass into the darkness of Tophet; they who lived by the sword would perish by the sword, and the Protestant cause would triumph over all its enemies. When he had finished, and his loud Amen was repeated by the kneeling men around him, he remained for some time on his knees apparently engaged in private prayer. Then he rose to his feet with the prompt alacrity71 that distinguished72 him, and gave the few necessary instructions for the night.
“We march at three,” he said abruptly73. “Ralston will do duty at the Bridge, and Given will take the church at the upper end of the village. In 36three hours they will be relieved. There must be no sleeping on sentry74 duty, my lads,” he added, with additional sternness in his tone, “for we do not want our throats cut while we sleep. This is not child′s play, and if you fail in aught be assured you have a man to deal with who knows how to punish laggards75.”
With these words he left the room abruptly and the men, with the exception of the two who had been selected for duty, settled themselves on the earthen floor of the kitchen to snatch a brief repose. Gervase had secured for himself a small room at the end of the house in which there was a rude bed, and which he had proposed to share with the Vicomte who, however, had declined his offer. The door of the room, which was of oak, was secured by a heavy bolt and this he fastened carefully behind him when he entered the apartment. The moon was shining bright and the sky was full of stars. From the little window Gervase could see the church tower standing76 square and black in the soft yellow moon-light, and the little river winding77 down the valley like a tangled78 silver thread. Placing his sword within reach and his pistols under his pillow, he threw himself on the pallet. But for some time his mind was too busy with the events of the day to allow him to settle himself to sleep. Half dreaming, half awake, he saw again and again in its deadly agony and unspeakable terror, the face of the man whom he had run through in the skirmish. He heard ringing in his ears the wild shouts of the 37charging horsemen, and his sword was raised aloft to strike, when his strength seemed suddenly to become as the strength of a little child, and his heart to die for fear within him. At length, worn out with the labour of the day, he fell into a profound and dreamless sleep.
It was long past midnight when he was awakened79 by the sound of the crashing and splintering of wood, the clash of weapons and the glare of blazing lights. Leaping, dazed and bewildered, from his bed, he caught up his sword, and placing his back against the wall, prepared to sell his life as dearly as possible. Already the stout80 oak panels had given way under the heavy blows that were being dealt from the outside. In another minute the door fell in with a crash, and the room was filled with flashing lights and a crowd of armed ruffians. At the sight of him standing with his weapon drawn81, his assailants halted for a moment; then someone raised the cry: “Cut the throat of the heretic,” and there was a simultaneous rush upon him. They were so crowded together that they could not effectually use their weapons, and to his own surprise Gervase was able to keep them at bay.
When the first shock of surprise had passed, and it passed almost immediately, he felt his eyes clear and his nerves steady themselves into a cool and deliberate resolve to die, if needs must, like a valiant82 fighting man. He realized at a glance the extreme desperateness of the situation, and his very despair gave him courage. His grasp was firm and strong on the hilt of his sword, and the pulses of 38his blood began to beat steadily83. In after days he wondered that it should be so, and like a simple and courageous84 gentleman, he set it down to no heroism85 of his own, but to the inspiration and direction of a higher Power. In a moment standing there he knew what had happened. The sentinels had been surprised at their post, the men below had been taken unawares and overpowered without resistance, and the hostelry was completely in the hands of the enemy. For him there was no hope of escape, and he knew he need expect no quarter. Leaping upon the bed, he parried the blows that were dealt at him. Again and again his assailants came surging up, and again and again he cleared the deadly circle round him. Already two or three bodies lay on the floor below him: his sword streamed with blood from the point to the hilt. For a moment there was a pause--his courage and coolness had checked the first rush. Then with a deep oath one of the fellows sprang forward, and caught him round the knees with a grasp that he could not disengage, and another leaping on the bed beside him, sought to wrest86 the weapon from his hand. He thought that the end was come and that in another minute it would be all over. But he felt his strength the strength of ten. Dealing87 one of the fellows a tremendous blow fair and straight in the face, he shortened his sword and ran the other through the body; without a sound the man rolled over and fell in a heap on the floor. Again the circle cleared round him and he drew a deep breath. Then there was a sound of rushing 39water in his ears; the room swam round him; tottering88 and falling he clung to the wall for support. Through a blinding mist he saw, or dreamt he saw, the gleam of uplifted weapons round him ready to strike, and he wondered that they did not make an end of him; then the tall figure of De Laprade with his rapier drawn, striking up the weapons that were aimed at him; surely, too, that was the voice of the gallant89 Vicomte?--"What, cowards! would you slay the boy now that he is down, when you could not face him with his sword in his hand? Ah, sang de Dieu! you shall not touch him. I command you; I, Victor de Laprade. Mille de Diables! take up these carcases and see if there is any life left in them. He is a gallant gentleman, and you shall not injure a hair of his head."
To the reeling brain of Gervase all was wild tumult90 and disorder91; the lights blazed round him; the flash of gleaming steel and the shadow of dark passionate92 faces came and went; the strident clamour of angry voices sounded as from immeasurable distances. And then his senses failed him and he remembered no more.
When consciousness returned he was lying on the bed with the Vicomte bending over him, while a little dark man in a shabby cloak and wig93 very much the worse for wear, was stanching94 the blood that flowed from a wound in his shoulder. The room had been cleared, but some fellows whose faces showed that they had been robbed of their spoil, were gathered round the door, and looked on with 40countenances that betokened95 little goodwill96 toward the wounded man. The little surgeon went on busily with his work and when he had finished, rubbed his hands with an air of satisfaction.
“A neat bit of work, Vicomte; as pretty a piece of accidental skilfulness97 as ever I saw in my life. The one hundred and twelfth part of an inch would have relieved this tenement98 of clay of its immortal99 soul, and being a heretic----” and he shook his head vigorously. “However, ′tis but a trifle to one who hath youth and vigour100. This excessive bleeding will relieve him of sundry101 humours and affections that lurk102 in the veins103 of youth, and in a day or two at the furthest his natural strength will assert itself. He must avoid the use of intoxicating104 fluids. But I′m thinking,” he added, with a twinkle in his eyes, “there will be little for him after my lord and myself.”
Gervase opened his eyes and attempted to rise, but De Laprade, sitting beside him on the bed, gently restrained him.
“Be not in too great haste, my friend,” he said. “My Lord Galmoy will want to see you presently and you will need all your strength for the interview.”
“A very deadly disease for which there is no remedy known to the faculty,” added the surgeon; “especially when he is in his cups.”
“Monsieur le Medicin,” continued De Laprade, “tells me your wound is not serious, and if you can listen I should like to give you a word of 41advice, though little accustomed to give it.”
“I begin to feel better,” Gervase answered. “The wound is a trifle painful and my head is somewhat dull withal, but I have strength enough left to thank you, Vicomte, for your help. I doubt not but for your kindly105 assistance I had now been past this gentleman′s skill.”
“I assure you, my friend, ′twas nothing. These wolves have a taste for blood, but they like their game better dead than alive and are easily shaken off. But the wolf--I mean the gentleman--who will presently be inquiring for you is altogether different. Him you cannot so easily satisfy. I should advise you, in all friendship, to answer his questions as fully9 as becomes a man of honour, and not needlessly to offend him. For myself, if I can be of assistance, you may rely upon me.”
“I shall strive to do as you say. But for the others--what became of Macpherson?”
A smile passed over the Vicomte′s face. “When la belle Marie brought my Lord Galmoy to the house, he made sure that all your party were within, and made your men prisoners before they could draw a sword or fire a shot. But your captain, for what reason I know not, was passing the night in the stable, and when he was discovered he was already armed and putting the saddle on his great horse. For a pious106 Christian who is given to long prayers, he swears strangely. But he is a brave man and can fight sans doute. It was beautiful to see him swinging his long sword and swearing 42great oaths that I did not wholly understand. They went down before him like the corn, and the others fled crying that it was the devil. For myself I admire brave men and did not care to help the cowards. I doubt not he and I will meet again; and we shall finish our little quarrel and one of us will return no more.”
“Then he made his escape--on foot or on horseback?”
“The great horse is still standing in the bastle and your captain must walk far, Monsieur Orme, before he is at home. But you cannot kill such men; they do not easily die. If M. le Medicin will pardon me, I might suggest that we can now spare him, for I am assured that there are others who need his services.”
“Faith,” said the surgeon, “you are speaking the truth, Vicomte, for the mellow107 Falernian has been going round, and I can hear the gentlemen already in their cups. For you, sir, I hope to see you in the morning--though,” he added, under his breath, “as like as not with a cord round your neck and your feet in the air.”
“And now, my friend,” said De Laprade, when the doctor had left the room, “I doubt not you have heard of what manner is my Lord Galmoy. It is best to speak plainly. He can feel no pity nor show mercy. He cares not for the laws of war. Every prisoner is only an enemy. Should you answer him boldly I think your death is certain; even I who have some influence with him could not save you.”
43“Have no fear for me,” said Gervase, rising to his feet and feebly attempting to stand; “for I have little fear for myself. Life is sweet and I do not wish to die, but the dread108 of death will not make me a coward. I shall die as I have humbly109 striven to live--though,” he added, with a faint smile, “hanging is hardly seemly for a gentleman. I knew poor Charleton, and they say he met his death like a man. I hope I may do the same when my time comes.”
“These are but heroics,” said the Vicomte; “we must not grumble110 at our cards but play the game, and yours--Well, sir, what do you want?”
A sergeant of dragoons entered the room and swaggered forward, “My Lord would see the prisoner, and I was sent to fetch him.”
“Tell my Lord Galmoy he will be with him in an instant, and that he is badly wounded. I myself will attend him and you need not wait.”
"Now, my dear Orme," he continued, as the man left the room with a doubtful nod, “take my arm and rely on my services; I have not forgotten yours. But act like a man of sense and forget your sermons until you are among your friends.”
De Laprade gave him his arm, and Gervase painfully descended111 the crooked112 staircase, his heart beating loudly and his hand trembling from weakness and exhaustion113 as he leaned on his companion.
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