“How do you expect to escape his vengeance6?” she said in a significantly despondent7 tone. “How 155will you keep your head on your shoulders till tomorrow morning or next day?”
I smiled grimly, but made no reply to her question. In fact, I was all at sea as to what to do, and I knew that she was in the same state of mind. For several minutes there was silence between us; neither of us had a word further to say. Of a sudden my mistress snapped her fingers and a light as of a new idea began to sparkle in her eyes.
“He is a Catholic,” she said. “I wish the laws that apply to priests would apply to him.” She muttered these words half aloud as if she was talking to herself. But her next sentence was addressed to me. “You know that when a Jesuit priest steps across the boundary of our province we hang him. That is our law.” She dropped her eyes again and seemed, as before, to muse8 aloud. “Poor little Ruth. Such sweet, sweet eyes; so sad. They were not sad at first—they grew sad. Had it been only trouble that won her young life away! But to be robbed of it by a Roman Catholic. If you could have seen her face, so cold and pale when I went to see the mark of the hot iron!” She turned her eyes towards me suddenly. “Have you ever smelt9 burning flesh?” she demanded.
“For God’s sake!” I cried. “You pierce me to the heart.”
Words cannot express the agony I felt at this mention of the manner of my sister’s death; but, 156in spite of my misery10, Lady Marmaduke went on without pity.
“He did not brand her, but he did worse. He went to her room at night and murdered her in bed. Why? Because—”
I put out my hand in a gesture of appeal. She left the sentence unfinished and began anew.
“Can you not see, friend Michael, why I twist this knife of recollection till it galls11 you to the quick? Le Bourse, did you love your sister?”
“What of that?” I answered hoarsely12, wondering why she asked me such a question.
“Do you think that you will be able to keep your life in your body for a week now that you have given such offense13 to the leader of the Red Band? You hesitate. Nay14, answer me honestly. Unless you skulk15 like a coward and hide yourself inside my house, how long will you escape their vengeance?”
I shook my head. Indeed there was no limit of time too brief to suit the truth.
“Did you love your sister?”
“Why do you ask that question as if you doubted it?” I answered petulantly16. “Do you not know that—”
“Tut, tut, I do not doubt you, but I wonder whether you will stand the test. This is no common enemy you have to deal with. He is a wily man and wields17 much power. By your own reckoning your life is not worth that.” She snapped her fingers. 157“You must take the game into your own hands. If you should die, who would avenge18 Ruth?”
“Or Sir Evelin?” I responded.
Her brows darkened. A flush spread slowly over her swarthy features like a storm cloud. I knew that I was standing19 before the Black Lady Marmaduke, and from that moment I understood why they had given her that name. She was the very image of deep passion, yet of passion that was under control withal. She was such a leader as a man could trust himself to in full confidence of finding bravery, loyalty20 and—for I had no doubt of the result—victory.
“Yes,” she answered. “Or Sir Evelin! Ruth and Sir Evelin! You and I must keep alive. Will you make a desperate cast for the prize? Will you stake all upon one bold throw?”
The swift nervous clutch of her hand on my shoulder which accompanied her last words, and the sound of her breath, hard and rasping like a person in a trance, told me better than words why she had been probing me to the depths of my misery. I knew that the plan she was about to propose would be full to the brim of peril22.
“I’ll play it,” I answered, responding in every nerve to the spell of her fierce passions. “What is the cast?”
“Your life.”
“Explain.”
158“You cannot live as it is. Assume a disguise. Be someone else.”
“That is easy, but to what does it lead?”
“To the house of the Red Band. You have still the silver buttons that the buccaneer gave you. Take them boldly, according to your first intention, and present them to the patroon. Tell him you want to enlist23 in the Red Band. With you in the very center of the board, we can soon sweep it clean.”
She had suggested a desperate enterprise indeed, one that took my breath away. Yet, upon consideration, I found it no more desperate than the situation as it stood at that moment. Of course I should not consent to hide myself away from danger, in which course, according to Lady Marmaduke, lay my only hope of safety. Nor could I expect to escape the patroon’s wrath24 in any other way. The members of the Red Band were not above the secret blow under cover of the night, and I might fall at any moment. Perhaps, after all, it was really safer for me to go boldly into the midst of my enemies than to let them come at me from a distance. Yet I hesitated.
“Are you afraid?” flashed Lady Marmaduke in scornful anger.
“Had I been afraid, madam, I had never hesitated,” I replied.
“SHE THRUST HER HAND
INTO THE CANDLE FLAME.”—p. 160
What really troubled me and made it hard for me to decide was not the danger, nor even a doubt 159of my success. On the contrary, I hesitated over a point of honor. I knew very well that the Earl would not approve of this. Could I? I had never, save on the night before, played the part of a spy, and my own name was the last thing in the world I should be ashamed to own. I could fight; but no—I could never be capable of this kind of work. Then I glanced at Lady Marmaduke. There were tears in her eyes, and I knew she must be thinking of her husband. Could I desert her now? I had sworn to be her man. Was it honest and just to turn away from her in the critical moment—the first time she had desired my help? My mind was swaying in the opposite direction when the thought of what Ruth would have said clutched my wavering mind back to the side of truth and honor.
Lady Marmaduke must have seen all this passing in my mind or shadowed in my face. It was time for her to put her firm hand upon me and force me the way she would have me go, whether I would or not. It was to my brute26 passions she appealed, not to my reason.
When I had entered the room ten minutes before, she was writing letters, and the candle she used to soften27 her wax with was still burning upon the table. She took a step towards me and as she did so I noticed the candle flame wave delicately to one side.
“Michael,” she said, putting her hand upon my shoulder. “You hesitate and I am ashamed of 160you.” Her hand moved along my shoulder till her fingers played upon my neck. “I said that I saw no mark upon her body. What if there were prints upon her neck?” At that instant her iron fingers closed on my throat with a grip that made me cry out.
“Hush, fool,” she said fiercely, relaxing her grip. “I am not going to choke you; but her throat was delicate and you know how it feels.” Then her manner changed. She spoke28 quickly and looked towards the candle. “He said he branded her. Perhaps he did. It was night when I looked at her body. One cannot see plain by night. Perhaps he did after all. Did you ever see a person branded? Smell, Michael, smell.”
She thrust her left hand into the candle flame.
“For God’s sake!” I cried, trying to snatch her hand away.
“Stop,” she replied, in her terrible deep voice. At the same moment she caught my rescuing hand and held it in a vise.
“Smell. This is what it is like to be branded.”
A spell seemed to take hold of me. I had no power to move, but stood still watching her finger scorch29 in the tall flame. Once I saw it tremble, but she bit her lip and grew steady again. The flesh began to shrivel and then—my God! I caught that horrible stench of burning flesh.
“Stop,” I shrieked30.
“Oh Ruth, Ruth, how I pity you in your pain,” 161cried my mistress, who held on, enduring that bitter agony to make me succumb31 to her will.
Then the sickening smell came again stronger than ever.
“Ruth, Ruth, Ruth! The bloodhound! Stop. I’ll go, I’ll go. Oh my God, my God, my God!”
I threw up my hands with a cry of horror and shut my eyes upon the terrible suggestion of that cruel sight. Lady Marmaduke bent32 close to me and spoke in my ear.
“Methinks I can hear her scream in agony. God, how she must have suffered!”
My mistress told me afterwards that I groaned33 and reeled backward. I should have fallen had she not caught me by the arm. In a moment the passion spent itself and I was sane34 once more. But the temptation of that smell had prevailed against the prompting of my conscience. I determined35 to run the risk. My life if it must be! Yes, my life, but his too.
So I resolved to join the Red Band. The elaborate precautions I took before I assumed my disguise were not excessive. There were many accidents to be provided against. In the first place, though Lady Marmaduke would be able to account plausibly36 for my disappearance37 from New York, I might be tolerably sure that the patroon would scent38 danger in the circumstance. I must be doubly careful not to leave any tracks that would 162point either forward or backward from the moment I changed my identity.
Paradoxical as it sounds, I must accomplish my disguise without the help of any disguise at all. If my bold plan succeeded and resulted in my becoming a member of the Red Band, I must be able to strip and wash myself before my fellow members, or to stand a merry bout21 of leapfrog or wrestling in the servants’ quarters. In such a situation I could not guard myself against discovery by means of a painted face that would wash off at the first touch of water, nor rely upon a wig39 or any other outward changes of my face. I could put on different clothes; I could cut off my beard and moustache; for the rest, I must trust to the very boldness of the deception40 to bring me through with safety.
When night came I had prepared a plan by which I hoped to annihilate41 every trace of my presence as completely as if I had flown away on the wings of the wind. In the course of the day it got abroad that I should set out early the next morning for Albany on business of Lady Marmaduke’s. In this simple way was my disappearance on the morrow to be accounted for.
About midnight Pierre and I left the city stealthily and paddled in a canoe to the shore of Long Island. Little Pierre, as I have said, was a barber. He had brought his shaving utensils42 with him, and by the light of the moon he shaved me, lip and 163chin. I then put on the one suit of clothes that I had brought with me and which, fortunately, I had not yet worn in public. Pierre made a bundle of my discarded garments and prepared to set out with them to Marmaduke Hall. We shook hands at the edge of the water. Pierre tried once or twice to say something, but he could not find the voice. He seemed to feel the danger of the situation even more than I did. At last he blurted43 out:
“Well, if we don’t see you again, here’s luck.”
He gave the canoe a prodigious44 shove. A moment later he was paddling steadily45 towards the North River. I watched him until he was lost in the darkness; then I set out across the island to Gravesoon, for I intended to repeat the journey that I had formerly46 made when I first came to New York. If, when I appeared at the manor-house, Van Volkenberg should doubt the truth of the story I was going to tell him, he would be likely to inquire into the circumstances of my arrival. I resolved to let him trace me to the very edge of the broad Atlantic. There he might stare to his heart’s content. He would see nothing but the wide blue circle of the sea.
Fortune was on my side that morning. By day-light I was standing on the shore of the cove25 where I had been set down a few days before by Captain Tew. There was, by accident, at that very moment a great ship hull47 down in the offing. The 164presence of this vessel48 did me good service. When I approached the ordinary at Gravesoon, in spite of the early hour of the morning, I found a number of people about the door. One of them held a spy-glass in his hand and was trying to make out the identity of the distant ship.
I was much relieved to find, when I came to speak with the landlord, that he had but the vaguest recollection of my former appearance. To be sure, he had seen me only once; yet he had a slight remembrance of the fact. When I hinted pretty plainly that I had come ashore49 from the ship, which by that time was almost out of sight, he said:
“You are the second man this week. The other fellow came at night and, bless you! not a word would he say of where he came from or where he was going to.” This reassured50 me, for I had inquired after Van Volkenberg, and I was glad that the landlord had forgotten the fact. Then he said abruptly51, “Can you blow a shell?”
I assured him that I could.
“Well, he couldn’t; he was a poor piece.”
That ended our consultation52. By noon I had left the ordinary at Gravesoon far behind me and had crossed the East River once more into New York. On different occasions during the day I met both my mistress and the Earl of Bellamont. I smiled to myself to think how I could have astonished them had I wished to speak out. I spent so much of the afternoon bartering53 for a horse 165and attending to other small matters that it was nearly sunset before I was ready to set out for the manor-house. To tell the truth, I had another reason for delay. I was minded to put my disguise to a more thorough test before I threw myself into the power of the patroon. With this end in view, I presented myself at Marmaduke Hall and inquired for the mistress.
I had not forgotten what she had told me about the title to her estate, nor that Van Volkenberg had vowed54 that he would get possession of it in spite of all law to the contrary. So, when I sent my new name, Henrie St. Vincent, to Lady Marmaduke, I sent word also that I was a messenger from Patroon Van Volkenberg and wished to see her on business concerning her estate. She received me in a high state of dignity, standing erect55 at one end of the long room with her hand gripped on the collar of a dog.
“Madam,” said I, and got no further before she interrupted me.
“Sir,” she replied. “I understand that you come from Kilian Van Volkenberg. I can guess your errand. Will you be pleased to follow me.”
She was very angry, for which I could see no reason since she had not heard a word of what I had to say. Perhaps it was the mere56 impudence57 of a messenger from the patroon. She strode out of the apartment with me trooping behind her, wondering what she was going to do next. She 166led the way through the kitchen to the little outbuilding where I had seen the huge iron pots a few days before. Fire raged under three of them. The massive covers tilted58 and rocked above the steam. Lady Marmaduke signed to the servants to remove one of the lids. They caught hold of the chains and began to pull. As the lid rose a cloud of steam filled the room. I could feel my newly shaved cheeks go damp and moist with the vapor59. Lady Marmaduke looked at me, but I could only see her face at times, for the steam came and went in clouds between us.
“Do you see that?” she asked in a high voice, hard with anger. “If you or any other of your accursed Red Band dare to set foot in Marmaduke Hall again, I shall put you in that pot. Ay, if it is old Kilian himself, I shall drop him in. Do you hear me?”
She looked as if she meant what she said; for all that, I could not forbear a smile. She peered into my face for a moment and then her expression seemed to relax a little.
“Why do you laugh?” she asked. “You are impudent60 like your master. I have a mind to let my dogs loose on you. I understand that that is a favorite trick at the manor-house. But I shall not do it. Come with me. I have a last message to send the honorable patroon.”
When we were back in the great room again she closed the door behind her. Then she fell into 167a spell of laughter which was so loud and hearty61 that I thought she was in hysterics. After a moment she stopped as violently as she had begun, though her body still shook with suppressed merriment.
“What would they think,” she said as soon as she could get her voice. “What would they think if they could hear me laugh like this with a man of my sworn enemy’s at my elbow? But be sure you do not let him send you here. I should put you in the pot if he did and that would be a great pity. Yes, I should put you in the pot, even you, as sure as your name is Michael Le Bourse.”
It was now my turn to be amazed. The fact that she had penetrated62 my disguise was disconcerting in the extreme. She soon set me at ease, however, by telling me that her suspicions were not aroused until I smiled at her fierce threats.
“No one in Yorke laughs in my presence when I am angry,” was her explanation. “But then, Michael, I knew you were somewhere about in disguise and I have seen more of you than any one else in the city. I do not think that you need to fear that he will recognize you.”
“I hope not,” was my answer. Another meeting that I had already had helped to dispel63 my fears. On my way to Marmaduke Hall I had encountered Pierre. I accosted64 him boldly and inquired my way. Yet Pierre, who had actually seen me since my change—though, to be sure, he had seen me 168only by dim moonlight—even he failed to show the least sign of recognition.
Now that my mistress knew who I was, I broached65 a subject that had already been matter of conversation between us. It was whether we should let the Earl know of our present undertaking66. Lady Marmaduke had already told me that the time would come when we should have to jog our own way if we jogged at all. She seemed to think that that time had come, though I had serious doubts about it.
“No, Michael, we must not tell him now. In fact, I sounded him this afternoon in a roundabout way without mentioning names. What do you think he said? He took up a book from the table. You know he is a great reader and this was one of those ancient history books where he says the old play writers got their stage stories from. He said that it told about once upon a time when Pompey—he was a Roman general, you know—had Caesar and Antony and Lepidus to dinner with him on one of his ships. One of Pompey’s officers came to him and said that if he would cut the cables that held his ship he could put out to sea and he would have all his enemies in his power. You see Pompey was at war with the other three and they had met to arrange a peace.”
“What did Pompey do?” I inquired of my lady.
“Just what I asked the Earl. Would you believe it? Pompey was too nice for that kind of thing, 169and because he felt he could not do it honorably himself, he got mad at his officer and cursed him roundly for not having done it himself, instead of telling him about it. Such a service should have been performed before he was consulted. Then it had been a service indeed. It was very amusing to see the Earl’s eyes twinkle as he told this story. I could not resist the temptation to tease him.
“‘What if I have acted on Pompey’s advice,’ said I, ‘and have come to tell you that it is already done?’
“That greatly agitated67 him. ‘You cannot. For the world, I would not have you take me seriously. I could not descend68 to such dishonest practices as that.’
“This made me wince69, and I was minded to give him a sharp answer. But I did not. I put him off with excuses and he is none the wiser. You do not still think we had better tell him, do you?”
I certainly did not, but, for all that, I was uneasy in my mind. I was not at all sure but that the Earl was right and my lady wrong. However, it was now too late to mend. That was a great comfort. I put a brave face on the matter and resolved to carry my part through to the end.
But I was to have one more disagreeable reminder70 of my danger before I set out for Van Volkenberg’s. The details of this event do not matter, but the main fact may as well be told. 170Pierre, unintelligent as his face had appeared when I met him, had recognized me. He was so proud because he had not betrayed his knowledge that he managed a safe way to let me know about it, bragging71 at length of his discretion72. The only effect of this piece of news upon me was to make me feel still more insecure and doubtful of the reception I should meet with at the manor-house. One thought, however, comforted me. Van Volkenberg had seen me only a few times and then for only a few minutes at a time. I really believed that he would not be able to recognize me after the change wrought73 by the removal of my heavy beard. Yet I set out not wholly sure. I must confess that my heart was beating a little quicker than usual in anticipation74 of the result.
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