“Somewhat after three. The bell in the Cathedral struck the hour as we left the gate. ′Tis very dark.”
"And colder than frost. The wind blows from the river like a stepmother′s breath, and dries the very marrow1 in your bones. On my word, Orme, I thought the relief would never come. Here have I been since the last night, getting what warmth I could from the shelter of the rampart, and keeping these fellows from sleeping on guard, while my own eyes rebelled against this sentry2 duty and closed in spite of me. I′m sleepy, and hungry, and tired, and am going to take a lesson in swearing from wicked Will Talbot:
“Oh, roll me down the brae and walk me up the hill,
And all the while you carry me, I′m only standing3 still.”
“′Tis well to have a merry heart, Jack5.”
“And, prithee, why should I not be merry if I choose? Who could be sad with six hours of guard in the twenty-four; a measurable quantity of meat and French butter, with a qualified6 modicum7 of very thin beer, and a chance of getting knocked on the 160head every hour in the day. Is not that enough for one man, my dear Ajax, or will nothing satisfy you? Here we have been for a fortnight at this work, and only twice have we measured swords with the red-coated ruffians yonder, who prefer to bowl us over with their long guns and bury us in the mortar8 yonder. This soldiering is but dull work.”
“We are like to find it brisk enough if all that I hear is true. There is talk in the camp yonder of a general onset9 on our position here at the Windmill, and when I left, Baker10 was sending a reinforcement to strengthen the guard. Have you heard aught in front?”
“Not a mouse stirring. Did I think it true, I should even snatch what sleep I could in the earthworks here, and be ready to stand by you when the knocks were going. But following the voice of wisdom for once, I′ll even go home to bed and leave you to enjoy that frosty wind by yourself. Should the attack come you′ll find me among the first.”
Giving a brief word of command to his company, the young fellow went away whistling, and left Gervase Orme to his solitary11 meditations12 as he paced up and down the rampart, peering out into the darkness, and devoutly13 longing14 for the first streak15 of sunrise. Windmill Hill was a post of great importance and in some measure the key of the position. The highest point of the river to the south of the city, it entirely16 commanded the town; and only a fortnight before the enemy had made a bold effort to drive in the guard, and entrench17 themselves upon 161it. In this they had failed after a stubborn resistance, and since then the position had been strengthened by throwing up a rampart that ran across the summit of the hill almost to the river. The guards had been greatly strengthened, for the recollection of the first attack had taught the garrison19 a salutary lesson which they could not afford to throw away. It had become a thing of vital importance that the hill should not fall into the hands of the enemy, and from some source--it was scarcely known what--they had learned that the Irish intended to attack the position in force, and make a bold push once for all, to secure it.
Six weeks of hardship had had their effect on Gervase Orme. He had grown accustomed to danger, and had come to look upon death as an event that happened every day, and might be his own lot tomorrow. It had come to seem natural now that he should waken up in the morning to find his sword at his pillow, and listen all day to the thunder of the guns in the batteries on Creggan and the Waterside. Successful resistance had awakened20 in him as in others, an intense enthusiasm he was far from feeling the first day he had stood on the walls and watched the white tents stretching out on every side. At that time resistance had seemed almost hopeless; it was their duty to fight for a cause they looked on as sacred; but now they had measured their strength with the foe21, and they had proved the valour of the fighting-men who manned the walls and lined the ramparts, and if relief came 162while there was a barrel of meal in the magazine they would make good their defence.
It was a fine thing to see the alacrity22 and courage with which the rough yeomen and citizens went into the fight, and the spirit with which they handled their muskets24. Grumble25 at times they would, for horse flesh is but poor meat to the Anglo-Saxon mind; and French butter (only a cheerful pseudonym26 for tallow) and meal were somewhat apt to turn upon the stomach of a morning. But even the grumblers did their duty, and the cordial of religion was dealt out in plentiful27 doses in the Cathedral twice a day. It was a sight to see Walker, his duty as a stout28 Colonel of foot being laid aside for the nonce, mounting the pulpit with his martial29 air, and drilling his flock in the duty of resistance. When the sermon was over, and they came crowding through the door--men, women, and children--there was a look in their eyes and a catching30 of their breath, that spoke31 volumes for the powers of the homely32 orator33 and the earnestness of his appeal. There was indeed nothing wanting to inflame35 their zeal36 and strengthen their pride. The Celt was in their eyes an inferior and a servile race, and his religion the superstition37 of the scarlet38 woman. On them hung the fate of the kingdom, and if Londonderry fell, Enniskillen must also surrender, and Ireland would go with James from the Cove39 of Cork40 to Bloody41 Foreland. Their brethren in England--so they said--would not let them die of want; William of Nassau was a soldier trained in arms who knew 163the importance of the place they held, and he was not one to let the grass grow under his feet. Any morning they might rise to see a friendly fleet in the river; and they fought on from day to day with the roofs crashing over their heads, and the first pinch of want warning them of what might be in store.
We left Gervase Orme pacing the ramparts with his heavy cloak gathered closely round him, looking anxiously towards the enemy′s lines. There was not a sound to be heard; only a light glanced here and there for a moment and then vanished into the darkness. The men lay in the trenches42, screening themselves from the sharp wind, for though it was now early in June the nights were cold. It was weary work, this waiting for the morning, for a light that would never break, and an attack that would never come.
Then Gervase seated himself on an empty cask, with his face toward the bitter east wind, and fell to thinking of Dorothy Carew. It was a habit that had grown on him of late, for it was wonderful how it shortened the hours, and relieved the tedium43 of his guard. He had seen her frequently during the last six weeks, and though no word of love had ever been spoken between them, he had striven to show her that he looked on her as something more than a friend, and he thought that, though with maidenly44 reserve, she returned his affection. He was seldom able to see her alone, for Lady Hester was always anxious to see the young soldier fresh from duty with his news of how the siege was going; and though Gervase often 164longed for a tender tête-à-tête he seldom managed to secure it. How he had come to evoke45 the ill-will of Jasper Carew he did not know, but the latter took little pains to conceal46 his enmity and on more than one occasion, only the presence of his sister prevented Gervase from coming to an open breach47 with him. He took no part in the defence, and openly laughed at his sister′s zeal. And yet Gervase knew that he was no coward, for he had come through several affairs of honour, and pinked his man very creditably. But however much Gervase might have desired his friendship, he saw no other way to peace than to avoid him so far as he could, and let his gibes48 pass unnoticed when they met. He could see that Dorothy was anxious to atone49 for her brother′s coldness, and that was in itself compensation enough. And as Gervase sat on his cask, and drew his cloak closer about him, he saw again the tender smile in her eyes and felt the pressure of her hand. What mattered this dreary50 guard and the long watching and the hardship of his life, if she loved him?
So wrapped up was he in his meditations that the sky was all flecked with gray and barred with red, and the morning wind was blowing round him, before he awakened from his dream. The men of his company were walking in twos and threes below him, or were still lying crouched51 under the shelter of the ramparts. He himself was numb52 and stiff with cold, and as he rose to stretch his limbs his eye caught sight of the grey tents in the valley below him. 165The clear note of a solitary bugle53 was sounding fitfully. The camp was already astir, and away to the left several companies of horse were moving rapidly toward the strand54. In a moment his dreams were dissipated and he was keenly on the alert. It seemed to him that a great body of men were being massed in the hollow. Already, as it grew clearer, he could see them gathering55 round the standards, and the grey glint of steel came fitfully through the morning mists. There was not a moment to lose, for he did not doubt that the attack was about to be made in force, and if they were to hold their ground, it would need every available fighting man the garrison could send out to defend the whole line of the rampart. He could not be mistaken; the attack they had been looking for so long, was about to come at last.
Leaping hastily into the trench18, he collected the men of his command. He spoke to them briefly56 and to the point. “Now,” he said, throwing off his cloak and drawing his sword, “Sinclair, you will make for the City with what haste you can. Tell Baker we must stand a general attack, and that the horse are gone toward the river. I think the grenadiers are upon the left moving toward the bog57. You, Bowden, will pass the alarm along the line, and I myself will even go forward to reconnoitre, and see more clearly what their meaning is. Now, my lads, see that your priming is fresh, for we must stand to it this day like men.”
The note of alarm spread rapidly down the 166ramparts, and wherever the little companies were gathered the excitement grew deep and strong, and preparations were made for the coming struggle. There was now no longer any reason to doubt that the enemy were preparing to make a general advance. In the grey dawn they could see dark masses in motion to the right and to the left, and hear the drums beating their lively call, and the note of the bugle ringing out clear and loud.
Dropping from the rampart Gervase crept down the hillside, taking advantage of the straggling line of defence that ran zig-zag down the hill in the direction of the enemy. As he drew nearer and bent58 his ear to the ground, he could hear the measured tread of marching feet and the ring of iron hoofs59. The dawn had come up with a leap; the light was now broad and clear, and lying screened by the shelter of the fence, he could see the different regiments61 rapidly taking up their position with as much order as the irregularities of the ground would permit. What their strength was he could not rightly estimate, but the regiment60 before him was Butler′s foot, and on the left were Nugent′s grenadiers. He could hear the hoarse62 word of command shouted down the ranks and the rattle63 of the firelocks as the men shouldered their guns. Already they were in motion. There was not a moment to be lost if the rampart was to be kept that day. With the speed of a deer he made his way back to the lines, calling out as he came up, and took the deep trench at a bound.
167“They are coming,” he said, clambering up the breastwork; “they are coming, and will be up in a quarter of an hour. We must give them a warm welcome here. Bring out the powder, and remember to fire low; we are not shooting snipe to-day, and must not waste a shot.”
He looked anxiously toward the city for the support that had been promised, for he knew the little body of men who surrounded him could not stand for a moment against the force in front of them. But the city was all astir. The Cathedral bell was pealing64 out its warning summons, and already a stream of men was pouring from the Bishop′s-gate without order or formation. And they were not a moment too soon, for the enemy came pouring up the hillside, a dark, crimson65 wave that seemed to undulate, swaying with a slow uncertain motion, as it advanced.
The men stood within the shelter of the ramparts clutching their muskets and watching far below them the enemy advancing slowly to the assault.
“I′m thinking I could put a brace66 of slugs into yon young cockerel with the feathers in his bonnet,” said a tall, raw-boned man of Down, glancing along the barrel of the fowling67 piece he carried, and turning to Gervase with an inquiring look. “It were a pity not to let them have a foretaste of what they′ll get by and by.”
“You must not draw a trigger till they are close up; then you may bring him down if you will. God be praised! here come the reinforcements. I′m 168glad to see you, Colonel Baker, with all my heart. They would scarce have waited for you had you tarried.”
“Tis very well done, Mr. Orme. You deserve no small praise for your watchfulness68. This had been a serious business had they caught us napping, but there is not a man in the camp yonder who is worth a pinch of powder, and they come on like so many drunken drabs. Now we will show the rogues69 what they may expect when they call on honest men at home.”
Rapidly and with a joyful70 alacrity he drew up the men into three ranks, rank behind rank, and bade them look carefully to the loading of their pieces, and not to waste their shot. Then he directed the first rank that they should wait till the enemy came within forty paces of the rampart, and when he gave the word they should fire their volley steadily71 and all together; that having fired the second rank should take their place, and that they in turn should give way to the third. The simple measure was easily understood, and the men smiled in silence as they handled their muskets and waited for the word.
“The women are coming to see how you have done, my sons,” Baker said, “but I think you will not want their help to-day. Yonder fellows are but three to one; you could spare them greater odds72 than that and beat them still. I would wager73 a golden guinea never a man of them will touch the rampart.”
169The enemy had advanced to within a hundred yards of the ramparts and then halted to complete their formation, which had been broken by the straggling fences of which we have already spoken. The silence behind the earthworks had been so complete that they looked for an easy victory over the guards on duty there. It was now broad day, and the defenders74 could see all along the line their enemies hastening to the attack. With a loud cheer the latter advanced at the double, and were close upon the ramparts when they were met by a sudden spurt75 of fire that ran simultaneously76 along the line, and by a shower of bullets that brought them to a stand. But the check was only momentary77. Believing that they had now to deal with empty barrels, they sprang forward with redoubled ardour, and were within a few paces of that fatal rampart when a second time the leaden hail smote78 them with withering79 effect. They halted in confusion and fired wildly into the smoke-covered curtain. Above the clamour and din4 rang out the voice of Baker--
“Steadily, my children, they are nearly satisfied. Advance! Fire!”
And the men of Londonderry with sublime80 faith in their captain and with the steadiness of men on the parade ground, took their place and gave another volley. Then the foe broke up into confusion and lost all semblance81 of formation. Many of them threw away their muskets and made what speed they could for the rear; while others encouraged 170by the shouts of their officers and still full of fight, made for the ramparts, and leaping into the trench climbed up the curtain with muskets clubbed. But they had little chance of success. All along the line they were met by an enemy flushed with the first success and having the advantage of a superior position. In some places, indeed, they succeeded in topping the line, and a hand to hand fight took place, but they could not keep their hold on the ground they had won. They were driven back into the trench with their assailants on the top of them. But for the most part the garrison stood stoutly82 by the ramparts, meeting their enemy with the muzzles83 of their guns and a steady fire.
Then Baker turned to Gervase with his face all aglow84. “Should you live a thousand years you will never see a prettier fight than that. ′Tis over now, for we have taken the heart out of them and they will not form again. I pray God we have done as well elsewhere, but I fear the horse have pressed us harder by the Waterside. You must not tarry here. Away thither85 like the wind, and tell Gladstanes that I can spare him a half dozen companies if he need their help.”
However reluctant to leave till he had seen the end, Gervase obeyed and made what haste he could down the line of the ramparts towards the strand. All along the earthworks the men were standing steadily to their guns, but down by the river the fight was going hard.
Two hundred horse, gentlemen, for the most 171part, of high spirit and rank, had taken a solemn oath, as the chroniclers say, to top the line or perish in the attempt. Gervase came up as they were about to make the charge and delivered his message to the stout soldier who commanded there. “Not another man do I want,” was the answer; “we have enough for glory. Now, my lads, here they come, and let them have it!”
Carrying faggots before them with which to fill up the trench, the horse came on at a gallop86, the steel swords and scarlet coats making a gallant87 show. Dashing up within thirty yards of the ramparts, they suddenly wheeled to the right, and made for the open space between the rampart and the river, intending to take the enemy on the flank. As they came on they were met by a storm of bullets that seemed without effect, for barely a man went down. Then Gervase heard a familiar voice call out--the deep trumpet89 tone of Macpherson: “They carry armour90 under their gay clothes. Aim at the horses and we′ll take the riders afterwards.”
But the order had come too late. Already they had passed the line of defence and gained the open ground within. Hastily clambering out of the trench, the defenders rushed to meet them with pikes and muskets, in a compact and stubborn body.
Gervase was looking about him for some more serviceable weapon than the small sword he carried, when he saw Simon Sproule making prodigious91 efforts to lift himself out of the trench under the 172weight of his heavy firelock. The face of the little linen-draper was ghastly pale, the perspiration92 was running in streams down his face, and his eyes were like those of a startled hare. Reaching him his hand, Gervase helped him to his feet.
“Now,” he said, “steady yourself and play the man. If you attempt to flee, which I verily think you do, I′ll even run you through the body, and tell your wife why I did it.”
“Never fear for me, Mr. Orme; I′ll stand by you like a man; but this is a fearful trade for a citizen. D--do you think they′ll run?”
“We′ll do our best to make them,” answered Gervase, picking up a pike; “follow me, and do the best you can.”
“Never fear for me.”
The horsemen came on gallantly93, but could make no impression on the iron wall that met them at every point. The horses went down in dozens, but the riders leaping to their feet still strove to make good the vow94 they had taken, and fought with a stubborn spirit. On every side they were surrounded by that cruel wall of pikes and scythes95, and a spirit as stubborn as their own. Then they were broken up into little knots, and it became a hand to hand fight in which the advantage was altogether on the side of the garrison.
Gervase had lost sight of Simon Sproule in the melée, and, indeed, had altogether ceased to think of him, having business enough of his own to attend to at present. As yet the fortune of the fight 173hung in the balance. Back to back, and shoulder to shoulder, stood the men of the garrison, handling their muskets and pikes with the steadiness and precision of veterans. Never since the siege began and the first shot had been fired, had there been a fight like this. It was dry work and warm work, and Gervase felt his throat baked like a kiln96. He heard some of the men crying round him for water and saw them go staggering, faint and exhausted97, to the rear. And though Gervase did not see it there was help for them there. The women of the city, who had been watching with anxious hearts from the walls, could bear the suspense98 no longer, and regardless of the bullets and cannon99 shot from across the river, had come down to their aid with food and drink. It was even said, and the chroniclers record it with a touch of pride, that they took their share in the conflict, and fought with stones with as bold a heart as the stoutest100 among the men. Certain it is that they put new life into the weary fellows who were tired of hacking101 at the steel breastplates and head-pieces, and who for the most part had not tasted food since the evening before. It seemed to Gervase that the slaughter102 of horses and brave men would never cease. No sooner was one down than another had taken his place, hewing103 for his life at those pikes that would not bear back an inch.
“Stand close and strike home,” a voice would cry, and a little knot of horsemen went rolling to the ground. There was now no hope of escape for 174them. A dense104 phalanx of pikemen and musketeers had drawn105 between them and the entrance to the lines. Back to back each man fought only for his life. No quarter was given or asked, but each man went down where he stood.
For nearly two hours by the sun the battle had been raging, and the end was now at hand. Gervase had been carried in the melée down toward the river, and was making his way back toward the ramparts among the slaughtered106 horses and dead and wounded men, when he saw half a dozen pikemen surrounding a dismounted horseman, who was making gallant play with his sword. Anxious to save his life Gervase was about to interfere107, when he heard the sound of his voice raised in disdain108 of his assailants; “Five to one! ventre de Dieu, I care not for you all. A gentleman of France has never learned to yield.”
It was the voice of his friend De Laprade. Gervase was just in time; another minute and he would have been too late. Pushing his way into their midst, he warded109 off a blow that was aimed at the Vicomte, and loudly commanded his assailants to forbear. Covered as he was with blood and grime, De Laprade did not at first recognize him, but still stood on the defensive110.
“This gentleman is my friend,” cried Gervase, placing himself before him and guarding him with the pike he still carried. “I will not have him touched.”
Then as the men fell back willingly enough, the 175Vicomte recognized his deliverer, and flinging away his sword, held out his hand. “There is no need for this now,” he said, “and I could not surrender it even to you. This is the second time, Mr. Orme, I have to thank you for my life. I grow weary of your kindness.”
“I am very troublesome without doubt,” Gervase answered with a smile. “I hope you have not been touched.”
“Not the prick111 of a pin point, but these men of yours fight like devils and against all the rules of war.”
“They are learning their trade,” Gervase answered, “and you cannot expect beginners to be perfect But they have made a complete rout112 of your horse, and left but few of them to carry back the story to the camp. They have got Butler yonder, and are carrying him to the town.”
“Whither, I suppose, I must bear him company? I am weary of the camp and would prefer to visit your city for a change. You do not eat your prisoners?”
“It has not come to that yet, but I think it may. Now, Vicomte, if I can do aught to lighten your captivity113 be assured I will do my best to that end. But in the meantime, I must send you in with the guard as my work is not yet finished.”
“Put yourself to no inconvenience for me,” said the Vicomte cheerfully, “I am quite content.”
Placing De Laprade in custody114 of the guard which had already secured the other prisoners, and 176telling them that he was under obligations to the gentleman, whom, he hoped, they would treat with consideration, Gervase went to assist in looking after the wounded.
Only three or four of the horsemen had succeeded in cutting their way back to the camp, and it was a matter of congratulation that so complete a victory had been won with so little loss. A great victory, won in the open field against the very flower of the enemy′s cavalry115 and with no great superiority of numbers, was a thing of which they might be fairly proud. The women were looking after those who had fallen, many of whom had crawled back to the trench and were waiting there to be carried to the city. A crowd of soldiers were gathered round their colonel, who was reading them a striking homily on the lessons of the day.
Gervase did what he could for the brave fellows who were lying round him, and was about to make his way back to the city, when he came upon Mistress Sproule looking the picture of despair.
“Oh! Mr. Orme, for the love of God, have you seen Simon anywhere? I′m told he was here among you in the very front of the fighting, but I cannot find him yonder, and I cannot find him here.”
Then Gervase remembered having helped the little citizen out of the trench, and though he did not think there was much likelihood of his being very forward in the melée, he was concerned to hear that he had not made his appearance to receive his wife′s congratulations on their successful stand, as 177he probably would have done had he been in the land of the living.
“I saw him,” he answered, “when we were going into the fight, but I have not seen him since. Never fear for Simon; you will find him safe and sound, I have no doubt. He will have gone back to the city.”
“That he hath not--he′s killed, I tell you. Had he been alive he would have been yonder where the Colonel is preaching his sermon. He was ever fond of preaching.”
Gervase was heartily116 sorry to think the little man should have been knocked on the head, and did all he could to comfort his inconsolable spouse117. “Come with me,” he said, “and I′ll show you where I left him. We′ll make inquiries118 by the way, and you′ll find him, I warrant, safe and sound, as I say.”
But no one had seen Simon either in the fight or afterwards, nor could anyone tell what had become of him, though he was well known for a courageous119 and eloquent120 little man, ever forward with bold counsels. Then they came to the trench where Gervase had lifted him up with his musket23 on his shoulder, and as they stood there looking up and down, Gervase caught sight of a figure lying half hidden under the shelter of the rampart. Leaping into the trench he ran down and bent over the prostrate121 body. The face was lying buried in the arms, and the feet were drawn up almost to the chin. Beside him lay his musket. There was no doubt of his identity; it was Simon Sproule. Gervase 178was almost afraid to touch him; then he bent down and turned him slightly over.
The little man raised his face with the fearful look in his eyes that Gervase had seen before. “Don′t hurt me,” he cried, “I surrender peacefully. Why, God bless me! Mr. Orme, is it you? Is it all over, sir? and have we held our own? It hath been a dreadful day. I do not think I shall ever walk again.”
“Your wife is here to look for you, Simon,” Gervase said, with a gravity he found it hard to maintain; “she will look after your wound; where is it?”
“Oh! it is even all over--from the crown of the head to the sole of the foot. This hath been a terrible time for me. Thank God! Elizabeth, you have come to see the last of me.”
Raising himself upon his elbow, he looked at his wife with so forlorn and piteous an expression that Gervase imagined for a moment that he was wronging him by his suspicions, and that the little man had in reality been wounded. It never for a moment occurred to the mind of his wife that he had crept under the parapet to be out of the way of evil, and it was with grief and consternation122 that she began to investigate his injuries. With the aid of Gervase he was lifted out of the trench, and though no wound could be found on his person that would account for his condition, his wife continued to ply123 him with questions which he as resolutely124 refused to answer.
179“I think,” he said, after a while, “I shall try to stand. I thought my back was broken, but the feeling hath come back into my extremities125, and I may yet recover the use of my faculties126. Thank God for our merciful deliverance!”
“Had you been killed, Simon,” said his wife, “I should have grieved sorely, but it would have been my consolation127 that you fell in the way of your duty.”
“Truly that is the case,” her husband answered in the same tone, “but I have, I hope and trust been mercifully spared to you and the children. I think, though, I have got this day what will shorten my arm for the future. I even fear I have seen my last fight.”
“I am thinking,” said his wife, whose strong common sense was gradually overcoming her alarm, “that you are more frightened than hurt. I would just like to know how it came that we found you in the trench with never a scratch on your body?”
“And you′ll know that,” said Simon, plucking up heart and sending his imagination on an airy flight, a course his mind would seldom take.
“You will remember, Mr. Orme, how you and I were even plunged128 in the thick of it, with those swearing devils swinging their long swords and cracking their pistols about our ears. I saw you borne forward and like to come to evil, but I could not help you, strive as I might. I had work enough of my own to save my head, and I and some others--who they were I know not--were borne 180back here. We made a stout defence, but I was struck or pushed from behind and only remember falling back heels over head into the trench thinking I should never see wife or children again. And now, God be thanked! we have gained a great victory, and that let none gainsay129.”
“The day is hardly over,” said Gervase, who could not restrain his amusement; “they are still pushing us hard in the ramparts down by the Bogside, and I heard a whisper that our men had been driven in there. If you feel able we might go thither and see if we cannot strike a brave blow together.”
“The Lord forbid--I mean--that is--I have had my share of this day′s fight, and so look you, Mr. Orme, I say with all courage, I think I′ll even turn my steps homeward, if my wife will lend me her arm, and will not keep you waiting here. You are young and lusty, and hot blood must have hot blood.”
Mistress Sproule who was herself so courageous, that she was unable to suspect cowardice130 in others, still imagined that Simon had sustained some internal injury, and with great tenderness and solicitude131 took him under her arm and led him to the city.
This was a memorable132 day in the annals of the siege. The men of the garrison had fought with heroic courage, and only in the intrenchment by the Bog had there for a moment been any doubt as to the result. There, indeed, the defenders had 181been taken by surprise, and the grenadiers had gained possession of the trenches, but only to hold them for an hour. That night the bell in the Cathedral rang out a joyous133 peal34, and hearts that were beginning to despond took fresh courage.
Starvation and disease were now the only enemies they feared, but as they gathered on the walls that night and shook one another by the hand in joyful congratulation, they were unable to foresee the horror and despair that lay before them and the suffering they had yet to undergo.
Gervase had supped early and was about to retire to bed, when, with a humble134 knock, Simon Sproule opened the door and came into the room. “Elizabeth thinks I am safe in bed,” he said apologetically, “but I could not go to sleep till I had seen you. I would not ask you to strain your conscience, but I will take it as a favour if you will tell her that I have done my best, which is but the plain and simple truth.”
“But how can I do that, Simon?”
“With a full heart, sir. I did my best though I′m free to admit, it was far from well. I can march with the bravest and carry my musket like a man, but when the bullets begin to fly, and I catch sight of those murdering sword-blades, the Lord knows my knees are loosened under me and my heart dies in my breast. And all the while I would, if I might, be up and playing the hero, but I cannot. ′Tis a fearful position for an honest man to be placed in; my wife who is as bold as a lion 182itself thinks there is not a braver man in the city, and the neighbours that I have lived among all my life, cry out ‘There goes the gallant Sproule,′ and all the while I′m but a pitiful coward. I declare to God this life will kill me, Mr. Orme, and I want your aid and counsel----”
“Make a clean breast of the matter, Simon, and tell them how you feel.”
“No, that I cannot do now. I have boasted like the Philistine135 and talked loudly like a man of war and how can I, who am an elder in my church and an honest burgher that may sometime be an alderman, confess that I am but a liar88 and a braggart136. I could never hold up my head again among my neighbours; and for my wife--no, Mr. Orme, I cannot do it.”
“Then I am afraid I cannot help you. You know”, and Gervase smiled significantly, “you have been wounded, and such wounds are ever long in healing.”
“A month?” Simon asked doubtfully.
“I trust to heaven less than that, but even a month if need be.”
“You have struck the mark for me and saved my credit,” cried Simon joyfully137. “Twill be hard work but there is no help for it. And you will lend me your countenance138 as far as your conscience will let you?”
“Nay,” said Gervase, “I cannot be a partner in your fraud, but no man will know from me that you are not as stout as Murray himself, and that you have not got a wound as deep as the well of 183St. Colomb. I can go no further than that. Now, Simon, away to bed, for Mistress Sproule must not find the wounded knight139 keeping his vigil here.”
“Remember, Mr. Orme, I rely on your discretion,” cried Simon, halting for a moment at the door; “and I think with your help I shall be able to save my reputation.”
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