To-night he had been ordered with his company to the lines. The enemy who had been waiting in sullen12 patience for the famine-stricken garrison13 to surrender, had made some show of movement, and it was believed they meditated14 another night attack. The guards had therefore been doubled, and precautions were taken to prevent a surprise. Gervase went the more willingly since he believed his services in the city were no longer needed, as a fortnight had elapsed and Jasper had made no sign of renewing his intrigue15; and it was a relief once more to find an outlet16 for his feelings in vigorous action. He felt that he had lost his youth and that he was growing old in witnessing the sights he saw every day--the gaunt hollow-eyed wretches17 who came tottering18 from their ruined houses in search of food; the men stricken down with hunger where they stood on duty at the walls; women who had lost their children; children motherless and fatherless, and left without a protector; the want, the sorrow, and the death that increased every day. If they 261might but have fought out the fight upon the open field, and in one brave struggle have decided19 their fate, how willingly he would have taken his part! But half the fighting men had fallen since they closed the gates, and of the other half many of them could hardly shoulder their muskets21 and drag themselves to the walls.
It was a relief to pass out of the gates, and the sight and sound of so much misery22, into the quiet night with the cool air blowing about him and the new moon lifting itself slowly through the summer haze23. In the distance he could see the gleam of the watch-fires of the enemy, but there was a great and unbroken silence round them, as the company made its way along the path that had been beaten into white dust with frequent marching. Macpherson was in command of the outpost that night, and Gervase found him seated by himself in the bastion on the carriage of a gun that had been brought up from the city. He was quietly communing with himself while he drew consolation25 from his favourite pipe. Of late days the old soldier had been foremost in attack and counsel. Hard work and scanty26 fare had had no effect upon him, but his spirits seemed to have risen the higher as their privations and hardships increased. In all expeditions of danger he was among the foremost to volunteer, and on more than one occasion his coolness and resource had been of immense service to the besieged27. Walker′s antipathy28 he had long since overcome, for though they had serious differences on points 262of doctrine29, they had each come to recognize the excellent qualities of the other.
When Gervase had completed the arrangement of his company, he joined the old soldier in the bastion. He made the usual inquiries30 as to the movement in front, but Macpherson, apparently31 in a fit of abstraction, had answered his questions in monosyllables. There was in the face of the latter the hardness and solemnity that Gervase had seen early in their acquaintance, but which had disappeared of recent days. Then he rose up and laid his hand on the young fellow′s shoulder.
“Let us walk down the rampart,” he said, as if awaking from his reverie, “my legs have grown stiff, and there is something that I would say to you. Our lads are veterans in the service now and stand up unwinking without the need of a ramrod.”
With his hand resting on Gervase′s shoulder, they walked along the trench32 down the hill. There was no need for speech between them now, for Gervase had come to understand his friend′s varying moods, and had long since ceased to resent the fits of silence into which the other was accustomed to fall. “Here is another day gone,” he said, “and no move from the Tangier Butcher. Whether he come by Inch or by the river, he will come too late, if he come at all. I have been thinking that I might hurry him.”
"You are not serious?
“Faith! the man who drops into the river, and floats himself clear of the lines yonder till he reaches 263the ships by the good guidance of God, would need to have a serious mind. I have been thinking it all over, as I sat there to-night, and of the poor souls in their tribulation33 yonder. If I was a year or two younger I would try it blithely34, and I think Kirke would listen to his old comrade. There were certain passages between us once--however, as I say, this might be done by one who took his life in his hand, and I think I am the man. Do you believe in omens35, lad?”
“I know not.” Gervase answered; “I think they are but an idle superstition36.”
“Then you may laugh at me if you will, but as surely as my name is Ninian I have been called this night to that work, and perhaps to more also.”
“I had thought,” said Gervase, “you had forgot these idle dreams and warnings.”
“Though I am a man of prayer,” he went on, disregarding the interruption, “I am not gifted with the vision, but twice before I have heard the same voice, and twice my life was put in grievous jeopardy37. When I heard it before, it spoke11 as if in anger, but to-night it was sweet and soft like his voice that was my friend. You see I was sitting there on the bastion figuring out how I might reach the ships, and reproaching myself for my backwardness in desiring to make the venture, when I heard a voice as if a great way off coming from up the river yonder. I listened attentively38 but there was a deep silence, and I began to think that it was a mere39 trick of fancy. Then it came again, 264sounding nearer, till I heard the words of his voice.”
“Whose voice?” said Gervase, wonderingly.
Macpherson turned towards him with a white face. “The voice of my old friend--him that I told you of. But, thank God, I know his spirit is at peace with mine, and I can die content. I could see him before me with my mortal eyes, as I heard that familiar voice that has not sounded in mine ears for twenty years. He has called me and I am going yonder.”
There was no trace of excitement in his manner or in his speech, but he spoke with the calm deliberateness of a man who has fully40 made up his mind and cannot be shaken in his opinion. Gervase knew that it was useless to attempt to reason with him; and indeed, if the truth must be told, he himself was not a little impressed by the tale he had heard. The supernatural played a large part in the lives of the people among whom he lived, and it was not curious that his own mind should have been touched by the prevailing41 spirit. But to Macpherson it was a fact that required no explanation and hardly seemed to call for wonder.
“And were you not afraid to hear that disembodied voice?” Gervase asked, “if it be that it was not more than your fancy?”
“Wherefore should I be afraid? was it not the voice of my friend who spoke to me no longer in anger? I know that my sin is forgiven. Some day, my lad,” he continued, with the kindly42 and 265almost caressing43 tone he had adopted towards Gervase, “some day you will understand what I mean, but not yet. Now forget what I have spoken and help me with your young and nimble wits.”
“It is madness for you to dream of it,” Gervase answered. “No man could reach the ships by the water alone, and to land would be certain death.”
“When we were campaigning on the Danube I swam further than that and was none the worse for it, while the Janissaries were potting at us from their flat-bottomed boat a good part of the way. But this is an old story now.”
“Ay! and you were a young man then. If any should undertake this task, why should not I? I am sick and weary to death of what I have seen yonder, and I had rather die once and for all than die by inches. Were there but a chance----”
“My lad, you must not think of it. You are young and there is still need for you in the world. The bonnie wench yonder could ill spare you; but there′ll be none, but mayhap yourself, to wait for the home-coming of Ninian Macpherson; and the folk yonder are worth venturing a man′s life for. I have been through many a siege, but I think since the beginning of time there hath been none like this.”
“Truly there is a fat Cathedral yard,” said Gervase bitterly, “and God knows when it will end. There are two more of Simon′s sturdy lads dead yesterday, and I hardly think the little girl I told you of will hold out till the morning.”
266“Poor soul, poor soul!” he continued, “and to think that it should all be happening under that--” and he lifted up his hand. The night was clear and cloudless. The river lay before them reflecting the starlight in its calm unbroken waters, and the moon lifted its slender crescent through a mellow44 haze. They were about to retrace45 their steps along the lines when Macpherson, whose sight was marvellously keen, caught sight of a figure moving rapidly under the shelter of a sunken fence. He had seen it for a moment as it showed clear against the river, as it made its way swiftly in the shadow. He caught Gervase by the arm, pulling him under cover of the embankment.
“There is foul46 play here,” he whispered. “Yon binkie travels too fast to have an honest errand. He will come this way, if he intend, as I verily think he does, to pass through to the camp yonder.”
The man made his way toward them rapidly, without stopping for a moment. It was clear that he intended to pass the angle were they stood, and they would not have to stir to intercept47 him as he passed.
“There may be need of this,” said Macpherson, drawing his sword, “but I think not; the traitor is nearly always a coward.”
They could now hear the man breathing hard as he ran; he was preparing to leap into the trench, when Macpherson presented himself before him, with his drawn48 sword in his hand.
“Stand, and give me the word.”
267The man stopped short as if astonished at the unexpected rencontre, and then thrust his hand into his breast. But Macpherson divined his purpose. “If you move that hand I will run you through the body,” and he held the point of the sword perilously49 near the man′s throat.
Gervase had not moved forward but was still standing50 in the shadow. Something warned him that the traitor whom he had been watching so long had made his attempt to-night, and was discovered at last.
“Now, sir, what is your errand here to-night? if you do not answer me I shall call the guard.”
“You need not call the guard, Captain Macpherson. I am here on no sinister51 business, but have come to seek for Mr. Gervase Orme, who, I am told, is in the lines to-night.”
He lifted off his hat and stood bareheaded in the midnight. As he listened, Gervase knew that it was a lie, but did not move from his place of concealment52.
“Good God,” cried Macpherson, “′tis the brave wench′s brother. I′m thinking, Mr. Carew, it was a strange way you took to find the gentleman you speak of. It looked like as if you thought to find him yonder.”
“I am not familiar with your outworks, sir,” answered Jasper, who had recovered his composure, and spoke with studied coolness, “and I thought you had another line of defence along the hill.”
“There is no accounting53 for a man′s thoughts,” 268said Macpherson, “but the message must have been urgent that needed so much haste. In the future I would advise you to move more circumspectly54 when musket20 balls are plenty. Now, perhaps, as the gentleman is my friend, you will even give me your news and I will contrive55 that it reaches him.”
“It can be delivered to none but himself. If you will tell me where I may find him, I have no doubt I can make my way thither56 myself.”
“I have no doubt you could, but you see I cannot let you out of my sight. We must even see the gentleman together.”
“You do not mean that you doubt my word?”
“Your word, sir, cannot interfere57 with my plain duty. I am one of those who strive to give no tongue to their loose thoughts. I would think well of you for your sister′s sake; and I think we will hear, after all, what Mr. Orme has to say about the matter.”
“I have no doubt,” said Carew, changing his ground as he saw that Macpherson was inflexible58, “that I have acted heedlessly in venturing hither, and it may be best for me to return to the city. If you should consider it well, I am ready to give any explanation that may be necessary in the morning.”
Macpherson smiled grimly. “I have no doubt you would, but it is a pity that you should have come so far without fulfilling your errand; and I think Mr. Orme hath been waiting with some 269impatience to hear what you have to say to him.”
Gervase stepped quickly forward.
“You can go no further with this deception59, Mr. Carew,” he said, “I gave you a friendly warning before which you have not followed, and you must suffer the consequences.”
Carew stepped back with a look of hate on his face. “The curse of heaven light on you for an intermeddling rogue60!” he cried. “Do what you will, I care not.”
“You knew,” Gervase continued, “that I had learned your secret, and I think though I may be deceived, you knew how I had learned it. I was anxious to spare you the humiliation61 of making a confession62 of your treachery, and for the sake of others would have averted63 the punishment. But you have not taken my counsel to heart, and for myself I bitterly regret it.”
“I want neither your counsel nor your regret. Tell me what you mean to do and let us have an end of it. I cannot see why I should not leave the city if I would.”
Macpherson had listened to this brief conversation in surprise. He had not imagined that Gervase had had any suspicion of Jasper′s treachery, and for a moment it pained him to think that he had withheld64 his confidence. Then he said in a low tone, “Does his sister know of this?”
“There is no need for concealment,” Gervase answered; “it was from her that I first learned it, and I have been watching for a fortnight that this did not happen. It will break her heart.”
270“That need not be: we will even take the law into our own hands, come of it what will. Now, sir,” he said, turning round towards Jasper, “there is no need for further deception, for it cannot profit you a whit24. I never doubted that you were a traitor from the moment that I caught sight of you by the dyke65 yonder. You know what is the punishment of a traitor? Hanging is not a very fit end for any man, and hanged you will be if we carry you back to the city. I cannot tell what is your intent in stooping to this dishonour66, but I think in letting you pass I can do but little harm. They know how it stands with us, and you can bring them but little fresh news. Did I think of you alone, as God is my witness, I should string you up with my own hand without compunction, but for the sake of them that loved you, unworthy as you are, the way is open for you. You may go. You may tell them from Ninian Macpherson that never a man of them will put his foot inside the walls, and you have seen the last of the city yourself.”
For a moment Jasper could not realize the good news, and appeared overcome by surprise. “I may be able to return your favour some day, sir,” he said, “however poor a figure I may cut now.”
“I would take no favour from your hands,” answered Macpherson; “now go before my mind changes, for I doubt whether I do right in letting you pass thus easily.”
Without a word Carew crossed the trench and clambered up the rampart. On the top he turned 271short, “I have to thank you for your kindness,” he said, “and for the courteous67 speech you have made. You, sir, as I have said I will do my best to repay, but for you, Mr. Orme, you may take my favour now.”
Quick as thought Gervase saw the barrel of a pistol flashing in the moonlight, presented straight at his breast. Macpherson saw it too, and sprang forward as if to leap the trench, when there came a blinding flash and a loud cry as Macpherson fell forward on his face.
Gervase followed his impulse, which was to secure the miscreant68 who had done this base and cowardly act, but when he had reached the summit of the rampart, he was rapidly disappearing in the darkness and it was impossible to overtake him. So with a bitter feeling in his heart and something that sounded like an imprecation on his lips, he turned back to his wounded friend.
The sound of the shot had attracted the attention of the men nearest to them in the trenches69; they came hurrying up believing that the attack had begun, but when they saw Macpherson lying on the ground and Gervase kneeling by his side, their alarm was changed to suspicion and surprise. There was an unbroken silence in front under the quiet summer sky; not a blade of grass was stirring on the hillside. It was clear to them that this blow had not come from the enemy, and full of surprise and wonder, they watched Gervase as he bent70 over the fallen man and opened his vest to find the wound.
272Macpherson was still conscious; the blood that was pouring from a wound in his breast had dyed his shirt deep red, and they noticed that he had not let go his hold upon the hilt of his sword. But there was that look in his face that every man in that company had seen too frequently for months to mistake--that look in the presence of which there is no hope, and which speaks inevitably71 of a speedy dissolution. It was clear to them all that the last sands of his life had nearly run out.
A sergeant72 of his regiment73 running up the lines had brought down a blazing brand of fir, by the light of which Gervase stanched74 the flowing blood as well as he was able. He felt his hand shaking as he bound up the wound, nor could he trust himself to make any answer to the eager questions that were poured upon him. It required no skill to tell that the wound was mortal; it was only a question of hours, perhaps of minutes; and the thought that pressed most strongly upon him was that it was to save his life that Macpherson had lost his own. Rugged75 and staunch and true, a loyal friend, a valiant76 soldier, he had hardly recognized his worth or the affection he had begun to bear toward him, until the time had come for them to part.
From the moment that he fell Macpherson had not spoken; he lay motionless with his face turned up and the light of the blazing torch falling on it. Only once he pressed the hand of Gervase with a gentle pressure; that was all the sign he gave of 273consciousness. A surgeon had been sent for but there seemed to be no probability of his arriving in time, and they hastily began to construct a hurdle77 on which to carry the old soldier home. Though he had been quick to punish any breach78 of discipline, he had always been forward with his praise, and they had long since learnt that he would not ask them to go where he was not ready to lead them. They had come to impose implicit79 confidence in his wisdom and courage, while they had seen in a thousand instances that a warm and kindly heart lay under his rugged manner and surly speech. They had been wont80 to say that Roaring Meg and the old Captain were children of the same mother; but there was many a moist eye in the trenches that night when they learned that the old fire-eater had come to his end.
While they were getting ready the hurdle on which to carry him to the city, Gervase had not moved but still knelt holding his head on his knees. The blow was so sudden and so unexpected that he had not had time to realize it. Notwithstanding the evidence of his senses, he could not believe that he was in the presence of death. He did not once think of his own miraculous81 escape nor of how this might affect the woman he loved, but stunned82 and bewildered, he endeavoured to make clear to his own mind that his friend was dying.
Macpherson′s lips moved and Gervase bent down to catch the words, but for a time they were broken and inaudible. Then with an effort he lifted his 274hand and motioned to the men who were gathered round, to withdraw. He had still much difficulty in speaking but Gervase was able to catch the meaning of his words now.
“I′m going home, lad,” he said, “going home. I was called, and--and--you will promise me.”
Gervase did not speak but only pressed his hand.
“She must never know who has done this--never till the Judgment83. She is proud, and it would break her heart. Only you and I--we know, and we will keep the secret. You will promise; you are a good lad, and my old heart was turned toward you.”
Gervase was not ashamed of the tears that streamed down his face. He brushed them away with the back of his hand, and tried to speak as well as his feelings would permit him.
“I am glad you promised. Don′t grieve for me; it was better that I should go than you. The campaign is over and I am going home.”
They placed him on the stretcher and carried him back to the city.
Already as they passed through Bishops-Gate, the crimson84 light of the dawn had filled the sky, and the stars had failed, and the shadows had passed away in the rosy85 glow of the pleasant summer morning.
As the bearers of the hurdle halted with their burden on the stone steps of the house in which Macpherson lodged86, he called out to them to stop. 275“Let me look at it once more before I go. I′ll never see it again.”
And so they stood there in silence fronting the sunrise; he raised his head for a minute and then motioned to them to carry him in. They laid him in his own bed, and left Gervase and the surgeon to examine his wound.
But it was evident that nothing could be done for him. He was already past all mortal aid, and as he suffered from no pain they had only to wait for the end that would not be long in coming.
“He′ll no′ need my aid, Mr. Orme,” said Saunderson, “for there′s none of us could bring him round. ′Tis a pity there′s no woman body to close his eyes; but I′m told he was a fine soldier, and I′ll look in and see the last of him mysel′.”
“No one shall touch him but myself,” said Gervase, “I shall never have such a friend again, and God knows there is none will miss him as I will.”
Gervase had never been in the room before, and as he sat down by the bed he looked round him with a saddened interest. On the table lay the leather-bound volume he remembered so well. Above the bed hung a broad sword with its hilt of silver richly chased, and he could see from where he sat, that there was a legend upon the blade. A pair of spurs, a silver-mounted pistol, and a long pipe of foreign make, lay on the mantelshelf. A couple of high-backed chairs, a few simple cooking utensils87 in the hearth88, and an oak press, the doors of which lay open, were all the furniture 276in the room. It looked bare and comfortless, and it seemed to add to the pathos89 of the tragedy that a man with so much that was gallant90 and loveable, should die friendless and unregretted in a room like this.
Gervase had found a little wine in a bottle and with this he moistened Macpherson′s lips from time to time. He lay motionless all day with his eyes half closed, but toward evening he seemed to Gervase to grow delirious91, and began to talk in a rambling92 way, with a thick and broken utterance93. His mind was busy with his old campaigning days, and his speech was full of foreign cities, and of battles and sieges and ambuscades, and of women he had loved in his wild free life. There was no coherence94 in the matter; only a meaningless confusion of unfamiliar95 names. Only once before had he raised the curtain that hung over his past life, but he had made no secret of the fact that his youth had been a riotous96 one and full of wayward passion; and he had seemed to have broken with it utterly97. But now it had all come back again, and his mind was full of the tavern98 brawl99 and the low intrigue and the horrors of sack and siege. It was strange to hear the old man with the white head and haggard face that had grown so old looking in a day, babbling100 of the fierce delights of his youth as if he were living among them again. Gervase would willingly have closed his ears but he was in a manner fascinated by it.
“A thousand devils, here they come. Lord, what 277a change! They ride as if Hell were loose after them. The pike men will never stand. Close down your ranks. There they go, rolling one after another. Pooh! a mere scratch. I′ll pour out my own wine and drink it too; a woman′s lips are sweeter after a draught101 like that. Open the windows; we want air--air and a song. Jack102 will----”
Then he gave a loud cry and started up as if in pain. “Oh, God! I have killed him--wipe it off, that is his blood upon my sword--wipe it off, I tell you. You see how his eyes will not shut; they stare at me as if he were still alive. You she-devil, I will kill you as I killed him. I cannot draw this blade from the scabbard. Listen, and I will tell you why: his blood hath glued it fast, and I can never draw it again--never. Pooh! you are a fool.”
So he rambled103 on, while Gervase sat compelled to listen and put together the history of that stirring and eventful life. Then the paroxysm died away, and exhausted104 with his passion he lay quiet, only his lips moving and his spare brown hands catching105 at the coverlet. Once or twice Gervase thought he heard his own name, but it might have been mere fancy, for it was now impossible to catch the words his lips tried to frame.
According to his promise, Saunderson had looked in during the course of the evening, but as he said, rather to cheer the watcher than in the hope of assisting the patient. He had been amazed at the great hold he had upon life, for no ordinary man could have survived such a wound for an 278hour. “He’ll be away before the morn,” he said; “you can see how he′s trying to loose himsel′. Man, ′tis a strange thing this dying, and we a′ take our ain gait about it. Some die hard like the auld106 man there, and some slip off easily, but licht or hard ′tis a′ ane. I′ve seen a guid few lately. I′m afeard ye can′t sit here this nicht, and I′ll look up some stout107 body to tak′ your place.”
But Gervase would not hear of it. He had determined to see the last of his friend and was determined to spend the night at his bedside. He had seated himself in the chair by the window, and had taken up the little book which bore the owner′s name on the title page and the words “Utrecht, 1664,” and was worn and marked by repeated using. He read on till the sunset had died away and it became too dark to see the page. Then he closed the book and went downstairs in search of a light.
When he came back with the lighted candle in his hand, Macpherson was sitting up in the bed, with his eyes staring wide open and his hands stretched out. The wound had burst out afresh and the blood had stained the white counterpane.
“Listen, Gervase,” he said, “listen, my son! Do you hear how he is calling me? I would know the sound of his voice among ten thousand--the sound of his voice that I loved. I would have waited for you, but I knew him first and loved him first, and I cannot tarry. Jack, dear Jack, good comrade, I am coming. Oh! the marvellous light--” 279He struggled as if to leave the bed and Gervase was running forward to restrain him, when he fell back on the pillow, with his eyes and mouth wide open. At a glance Gervase saw that it was all over; his faithful friend was dead, and there was no need for watching now. As he stood for a long time looking at him, the hard and rugged face seemed to soften108 into a smile, and the lines that were cut deep in the forehead and the cheeks had disappeared, and he lay like one asleep. The fight was indeed over, and the reveille would awaken109 him from his rest no more.
They buried him the next day in the Cathedral yard, four men of his own regiment carrying the body on the stretcher on which they had brought him home. As Gervase saw him laid in the shallow grave, he felt that he had lost the best friend and the truest comrade he was ever likely to find. And there the ashes of the old soldier still lie mingled110 with those of many another who fell in the same quarrel and found a resting-place there from all their labours. In after days Gervase erected111 a tablet to his memory, with nothing more than the name and the date upon it and these words: “He laid down his life for his friend.”
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