Awaiting inquest, the sheeted figure lay in its hidden awfulness, with the crooked9 rafters and the sedgy thatch10 above, and the candles burning at the head and feet in the grey winter air, wan11 yet ardent12, like the flame of faith in the world’s cold noonday. Beside the body the widow Quin sat upon the earthen floor, with a black handkerchief tied over her spotless cap frill, and did not cease from the low moaning and weeping of unstanched grief. Sympathizers stood at the door and looked at her, an intense comprehension of her suffering blending itself with the inevitable13 fascination14 of the event, and prayers for the repose15 of the dead man’s soul were offered with a reality in which a sense of the extreme necessity for them was not concealed16.
It was nearly twelve o’clock when Maria Quin came out of the house with a cup of{162} tea in her hand; she had on her black best dress, and her boots creaked loudly. She said nothing to those whom she passed, but took the cup of tea to her mother, placing it in the reluctant hand that twisted the apron17 corner.
“Take it, asthore, take it now,” chorussed the sympathizers.
“L’ave her alone. Don’t be lookin’ at her,” said her daughter, in the hard voice that had remained unshaken through the morning. She closed the door in their faces, and when she presently came out again with the empty cup, smeared18 with the stain of the poisonous stuff it had contained, all recognized that the first step in the consolation19 of the Widow Quin had been accomplished20.
Maria turned away. Her head ached wildly, and instead of returning to the house, she passed round the end of the shed, and into the field at the back, that the damp wind of the hillside might blow upon her hot forehead. Her face was quite white{163} under its sunburn and freckles21, except where the skin below the eyes showed a lavender tinge22; the eyes themselves had a dry stare in them, yet there was nothing random23 or ungoverned about her. Grief drives the active to activity, and perhaps the long toils24 of the night, when successive candles found her still sweeping25 and washing in preparation for the wake and the inquest, had saved her from the reaction from her outburst in the wood; perhaps passion is normal and without reaction in those whose hair is truly red.
The wind soothed26 her aching head, and she went slowly on and sat down on a stone, with the empty cup and saucer in her lap, looking away up the slope to where a ridge27 of hill was visible through the soft movement of the mist. She did not at first observe that a grey animal with a black muzzle28 had leaped on to the loose wall that surrounded the field she was in, and was crouching29 and looking at her intently. It jumped down with exquisite30 lightness, a{164} pale grey fox with a beautiful white-tipped brush, and crossed the open towards the barn where Tom Quin lay. As it did so, Maria saw it, and sprang to her feet, her mouth open and her eyes starting. The cup and saucer fell with a clatter31, and the fox, which had seemed disposed to loiter as it passed close under the wall of the shed, glanced back, looked about it, and after a moment of seeming indecision, turned and trotted32 at its ease up the hill, heading apparently33 for much the same point as that from which it had just come. Grey as the mist itself, it glided34 away, till it disappeared among the clumps35 of gorse, while somewhere overhead a seagull made its unhappy cry.
Maria Quin fell on her knees with absolute simplicity36 and spontaneity. She was not frightened in the ordinary sense of the word, but she acknowledged the power of the unseen things that had worked together to her brother’s undoing37, and she cast herself on a higher protection, half doubtful as she was of its right to intervene. As she{165} knelt, with her hand thrust in the bosom38 of her dress to grasp the picture of the Sacred Heart that hung around her neck, the cry of hounds came to her ear; it approached rapidly, and she jumped up, full of a blind indignation against those who, for their own amusement, had wrecked39 the fortunes of a family, and now came to gallop41 past the house of death, guided by that grey and ill-omened thing. Half-a-dozen hounds passed her, hot on the line of the fox, with their heads up; they overran it and tried back, then picked it up by the shed as if they were lapping it off the grass, and with whimpers bursting into the firm note of hunting, went away up the hill and were lost to sight amongst the furze. Others followed in their track, and Maria, maddened by their brutal42 self-engrossment, their cheery and inconsequent voices, ran in the direction from which they had come, with some inflaming43 idea of stopping the riders who would follow, equally self-engrossed, infinitely44 more brutal and desecrating45.{166}
As she climbed the first wall, a horse and rider leaped up into view on a high bank some two hundred yards away to her right, near where three thin and slanting46 Druidic stones were dimly seen through the mist. They dropped down out of sight among a wild growth of hazels. Maria stood stock still; the powers of darkness had outrun her. Neither horse nor rider reappeared. It was stunningly47 complete, it was terrific and just retribution, but yet—oh, Mother of Our Lord!—the rider was a woman.
The peasant heart struggled in the grave-clothes of hatred48 and superstition, and burst forth49 with its native impetuousness and warmth. Maria started forward and ran towards the field where the hazels grew. She ran clumsily because of her ill-made boots, but she got over the ground with surprising quickness. She climbed another wall, a strong one with thorn-bushes laid along the top, and was in a small field full of grey clumps of young hazel. She skirted these rapidly, but with care, and once{167} jumped across an ugly cleft50 among the bushes. The hounds were all about her again, but they were silent now, and were hunting to and fro among the hazel-bushes, and leaping backwards51 and forwards over rifts52 in the ground similar to that which Maria had just crossed. Before her was the high bank, showing above a long strip of hazel scrub; she thrust herself, breathless, in among the thick and sturdy growth, her eyes dilated53 with apprehension54, her red hair falling loose in the wind. A cry for help arose at her step, scarcely three yards away; she broke her way to it through the crush of young branches, and saw, as if coming up out of the ground, two gloved hands, clutching all they could hold of twigs55 and saplings, that bent56 lithely57 with the weight that hung from them.
Lady Susan was hanging over the verge58 of a deep and wide cleft, masked on one side by hazels and briars; her face looked up, deeply flushed, and distorted from the whirl of the terrible moments that make a{168} vortex round death, yet it was obvious that even in that extremity59 she had not lost her presence of mind. Maria dropped on her knees, and twining her left arm round a strong stem, stretched down her muscular right hand. Lady Susan could not let go and grasp it, and Maria caught her by the wrist and drew her slowly upward. There was a struggle, and a tremendous strain on the arms; both women kept steady and firm, and Lady Susan got her knee over the edge and fell forward on to Maria’s shoulder. Her hat dangled60 by its guard, her habit sleeve had burst away from the shoulder, her patent-leather boots were cut and scraped by the crevices61 in which they had searched to find a footing; she drew hard breaths in the effort to recover herself.
“Is the horse killed?” she said hoarsely62, scrambling63 on to her feet and looking down through the naked branches that fringed the long cleft.
Even the first glance could certify64 that Solomon had met his death in an instant.{169} He lay in a heap in the obscurity forty feet below, on loose rocks among dark water; his head was doubled under his chest at an impossible angle that told the tale of a broken neck. The uttermost effort of a good horse had not been enough to save him, when he had tried to jump out from the top of the high bank across a chasm65 nearly twenty feet wide. That endeavour and all his simple and gallant66 life seemed expressed in the wreck40 of strength and intelligence that lay below, with the water washing over the flap of the saddle, over the shapely brown fetlocks, over the thin and glossy67 mane.
It was mysterious water, an underground stream that slid out of the dumb and sightless caverns68 of the rock, and passed away into them again with a swirl69, a stealthy swift thing, escaping always from the eye of day, and eating the foundations of the limestone70 walls that sheltered it.
Lady Susan still held the hand that had rescued her; it led her through the brush-{170}wood to open ground, till the short wet grass was under her feet and the mist blew in her face. She turned her head away, and the sobs71 broke from her. Any one who has loved horse or dog will know how and where they touch the heart and command the tear. Let us trust that in some degree it is known to them also, that the confiding73 spirit may understand that its god can grieve for it.
Maria Quin looked at Lady Susan with eyes that were as dry as glass. The Irish peasant regards the sorrow for a mere74 animal as a childishness that is almost sinful, a tempting75 of ill fate in its parody76 of the grief rightly due only to what is described as “a Christhian”; and Maria’s heart glowed with the unwept wrongs of her brother.
“I tried to pull him back when I saw what was coming,” said Lady Susan, with difficulty. “I couldn’t stop him; he had{171} too much way on. I only did harm. I think he would have got across only for that.” She stopped and gulped78 down the sob72. It was dreadful to her to cry before an inferior. “He all but got over, but he dropped his hind4 legs into it and fell back. I somehow caught those branches just as he was going, and he dropped away from under me, and I hung there. I couldn’t climb up. Then you came.” She recovered herself a little, and turned towards her rescuer. “I haven’t thanked you yet. It was awfully79 good and plucky80 of you.”
Their eyes met, and it seemed as if till then Lady Susan had not recognized Maria Quin. She visibly flinched81, and her flushed face became a deeper red, while the hand that had begun to feel for her purse came out of her pocket empty.
“Little ye cried yestherday whin ye seen my brother thrown out on the ground by the pool,” said Maria, with irrepressible savageness82, “you that’s breakin’ yer heart afther yer horse.{172}”
Lady Susan took the blow in silence, and that quality in her that can only be described as an absence of smallness, dimly appealed to the country-woman, as occasionally through Lady Susan’s careless life it had had its effect on women of her own class.
“D’ye know yer way home out o’ this?” said Maria sullenly83. “If ye’ll come with me I’ll show ye the short way out into the bohireen below our house.” She was beginning to be sorry for what she had said, or perhaps the saying of it had eased her heart. “One that didn’t know this field would aisy be killed in it. It’s full o’ thim cracks, and we have it finced sthrong from the sheep.” She turned and pointed84 to the tall Druidic stones. “While ye live ye’ll mind yerself whin ye see thim. I thought every one in the counthry knew this place. But sure what are you but a sthranger!” She said it more kindly85, and as if explaining the position to herself.
“Look here,” said Lady Susan suddenly,{173} “I want to tell you that I don’t deserve this kindness from you, and I’m truly sorry for all that has happened about the hounds. It won’t happen any more. Will you—will you accept my regret for anything I have done to annoy you, and my sympathy about your brother? I didn’t understand how things were——”
“Oh, God help ye!” broke out Maria, “what does the likes o’ ye undherstand about the likes of us? It wasn’t wanting to desthroy us ye were, I know that well—and faith! I think ye have nature that’d make ye sorry if ye seen my brother this day where he’s lying beyond. I know well the one that have no pity; maybe he’ll be in the want of it yet.” She took Lady Susan by the sleeve, staring at her as if taking in her good looks. “Mind yerself!” she said in a whisper; “that fella would throw ye on the roadside whin he’d be tired o’ ye. Don’t be makin’ little o’ yerself with the likes o’ him—you that has a good husband and nothin’ to throuble ye. I can{174} tell ye of the day I wint to Glashgow to the office, axing him to take back the price o’ the land, and he put a hand on me to kiss me; he thought that was all he had to do to humour me. He remembers that day agin me yet. It couldn’t be that you, that might be talkin’ to the Lord Left’nant or any other, would bring sorrow on yerself for the sake of him.”
Neither the straining misfit of the black dress, nor the atrocious pretensions86 of the cheap boots, could impute87 vulgarity to the speaker. Lady Susan kept her eyes on the ground with a firmly-set mouth, and Maria turned away in the direction from which she had come. She was overtaken almost immediately.
“I am going back the other way,” said Lady Susan. “I’m afraid my husband or some one may be coming this way and not know of this place, and I must tell them where the hounds are, but—— Good-bye.” She put out her hand in its torn glove; it was still trembling from exertion88.{175} There was a moment’s pause, and the country-woman’s hard, red hand took it and shook it, and dropped it.
Neither spoke89, but some thrill ran home to Maria’s heart with the meeting of the palms, and sent the dew to her hot eyes. They separated in silence, and Lady Susan, following the long cleft to its termination, climbed up the bank. Looking back, she saw the hounds still hurrying in and out among the hazels in excited and fruitless search, and beyond them Maria’s black figure going away into the mist and fog. She walked uncertainly, and once or twice her hand went up to her eyes.{
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