The entire force was under arms; the Residency guard was trebled; sappers were stationed in every room to break open the loopholes; others waited with discs of guncotton to blow away the trees which masked the polo ground; and the final connexions were made with the mine which was to overthrow3 the courtyard wall.
Appearances were kept up by an attenuated4 fatigue5 party, which was as markedly visible about the place as the rest of the garrison6 was not.
Terrington, who had changed for polo, also made a peacefully indifferent figure as he strolled across to the mess-room and round the Residency garden, with a loose coat drawn7 over his riding-shirt, whose blue and silver showed in the scarf about his throat.
He had returned to his orderly-room in the Fort, when news of the tragedy which was to wring8 from England a growl9 of vengeance10 was brought to the sentries11 at the Residency gate by the handful of blood-smeared horsemen who swept through it with broken and clotted12 lances and a crimson13 lather14 on their horses' flanks.
Hussain Shah was holding Langford, mortally hurt, in the saddle, his huge figure swinging limply to and fro, and more than half that remnant of the escort reeled as they drew rein15 before the Residency door.
Terrington was not the first to hear of the disaster, but he heard it in the most dramatic fashion; from Mrs. Chantry's lips.
She had torn across the compound as the Lancers came to a blundering halt before the mess-room entrance, and dashed breathless into the orderly room, waiting no confirmation16 of the story that was told by their plight17.
She caught at her side, clutching with the other hand at the table, and for an instant panted, speechless, her face white as jasmine, above a big bow of creamy lace.
"They're killed!" she cried.
Terrington had sprung to his feet as she burst in upon him.
"Who are?" he demanded.
"Lewis and Sir Colvin," she panted, "and ... and most of the others. All but six or seven of them. Mr. Langford's there, but he's simply hacked19; and all the men are streaming."
A long thin wail20 broke from her with the horror of what she had seen, and she covered her eyes with both her hands.
Terrington had stepped towards the doorway21 as he realized the significance of what she had seen. She put herself sharply in front of him, her head flung fiercely back.
"What are you going to do?" she demanded. "You let them go like that, you made them go like that! That's what's done it all! You wouldn't let them take the men! Aren't you going to try to save them? They mayn't be dead! Don't you think they mayn't be dead? If only you'll go at once; this moment! Take every one and smash them. Don't you think it's possible; just possible? And it wasn't I who did it, was it? was it really?"
He laid a hand upon her shoulder to put her aside.
"No, child," he said gently; "you had nothing to do with it."
As he would have passed out, leaping footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Captain Walcot almost dashed into his arms.
"Have you heard?" he cried.
"What?" asked Terrington
Walcot glanced with deprecation at Mrs. Chantry's figure.
"Say what you know!" said Terrington.
"Sir Colvin and Chantry have been murdered at the Durbar, and all the men they took in with them."
"Who told you?" said Terrington.
"Hussain Shah," replied the other excitedly. "Langford was in the courtyard with half the escort, when a yelling began inside the hall, and a swarm22 of those brown swine poured out shouting that Sir Colvin was killed, and attacked him. Langford charged, and tried to jam them in the doorway; but the crowd joined in behind, and when Langford was shot through the body Hussain retired23 'em, and they had to cut their way through till they were clear of the Bazaar24. Every man of them was wounded, and they've lost five and Langford's dying."
"Is Clones with him?"
Walcot nodded.
Terrington remained a moment without speaking, gazing almost absently through the window in the thick mud wall at the green grove25 of chenar. In his loose racing-coat above polo boots and breeches, and with the gay silk scarf at his throat, he suggested anything but a man suddenly met by a great emergency.
"Tell Subadar Afzul Singh," he said slowly, "to post the Fort guard, break out the loopholes and put the place at once in a state of defence. You will parade every other available man in the courtyard within half an hour, in marching order a hundred and fifty rounds a man. Dore will take over Langford's Sikhs and Dogras; the Bakót levies26 will reinforce the Fort guard. Send Risaldar Hussain Shah to me here."
Rose Chantry held her sobbing27 breath in astonishment28 at the note of control which had come into the man's voice. It was lower and softer than she had ever heard it, but it spoke29 with a quiet and assured authority which seemed to master her even while it addressed another.
Walcot felt it too. He was the elder of the two men, and but a few months junior in the service; they had lived together for some time on terms of perfect equality, yet now, though Terrington had made no reference to a change in their relations, Walcot's heels came together while the other was speaking, and his hand went to his cap with a "Very good, sir" as Nevile ended.
The phrase, the sudden change of relation, Walcot's retreating figure, disciplined and subordinate, produced on Rose Chantry a very curious effect.
"Are you going to take over the command?" she said to Terrington, who had seated himself at his desk and was writing rapidly.
He turned his head and looked at her, his mind evidently occupied with an interrupted thought.
"I have taken it over," he said quietly, turning again to his pen.
She watched him for a moment. His silence, his unconcern, his power, were all alike beyond her.
"Are you going to the Palace?" she asked at length.
"You will save them, won't you, if you can?" she went on imploringly32, to force the subject into his mind.
"Yes," he said slowly, "I'm going to the Palace." Then after a pause, but with his eyes still upon her, "Mr. Clones would probably be very glad of some help with the wounded."
"Yes," he said; "you'll see a good deal of them during the next few days, and it's as well to be of use. If you'll take this to him," he went on, folding up a note, "he'll show you what to do. It's only the making up of bandages," he continued, as she held back; "the time left us is very short."
Something scornful had come into his voice, though ever so faintly, and something compelling as well. She took the note when he held it out to her, unable, despite her will, to do anything else. As she passed the doorway Hussain Shah appeared on the landing beyond it, the folds of the turban above his temple stiff with blood. She paused an instant to hear Terrington's greeting, but the greeting was in Pukhtu, which she did not understand. Had she understood, her opinion of Terrington's hardness would have been confirmed, for no reference was made to the wounded man's condition until he had received his orders.
"Are you fit for duty?" said Terrington simply.
Half an hour later every available man in the force was paraded in the courtyard of the Fort. Walcot with his Lancers in front; then, behind Terrington, the Sikhs and Dogras that could be spared from the Fort, the Guides bringing up the rear. The Maxim35 had been hoisted36 on to the roof of the Eastern Tower, whence it covered for a certain distance an advance on the Palace. In the silence the blow of a pick could be heard, and the falling stones from the last loopholes in the walls.
Terrington sat his horse immovably, waiting for the signal from Afzul Singh which should open the gates. He was burning with a dull anger against the circumstance in which he had been placed, and against the folly37 of the men who had created it. He knew that in marching on the Palace to demand the men who had entered it that morning he was imperilling the safety of his entire force; yet he knew, too, that sentimental38 England would never forgive his sanity39 in declining the risk should any of Sir Colvin's party happen to be still alive. He had no hope of their safety. He was too well acquainted with the temper in which they had been attacked. That he viewed with no resentment40 whatever. It had been a piece of the foulest41 treachery, but treachery was a virtue42 in Sar, and he was quite able to accept, and even to respect, alien standards of conduct.
What did anger him was the stolid43 British arrogance44 which declined to make allowance for any prejudices but its own, and thought beneath its dignity all considerations which were not in the terms of its own intelligence. Rose Chantry watched him from the orderly-room window which overlooked the courtyard. She had been in the surgery helping45 Clones to make up first-aid bandages, but the tramp of laden46 men down the long passages, and the roll, like a soft volley, of grounded butts47 in the dust as the men fell in, so wrought48 on her excitement that she left her work and ran up the narrow twisted stairs to the room from which half an hour earlier Terrington had sent her.
She watched him now, with her shoulder pressed against the yellow chunam wall and her head drawn back in order not to be seen, wondering how a man of his dominant49 authority could wait impassively at such a moment the arrangements of a subordinate.
Her eyes, dry and hot, seemed almost to repudiate50 resentfully the tears which she had shed; a pulse throbbed51 like the flutter of a moth52 at her throat; her uneasy fingers seemed to crave53 to be closed, and yet when she clenched54 her fist they ached to be opened. She longed to tear about, to give orders, to rouse enthusiasm. She would have liked to ride beside Terrington to the Palace and carry a flag: and the thought of how he would regard such a proposal moved her not to a sense of its humour but to renewed irritation with the man who could ride as indifferently to death as he would to a dinner.
Her whole being was in disorder55 owing to the uncertainty56 of her husband's fate. At the first shock and accepted inference of his death tears had burst from her in the weak wretchedness of bereavement57, the sense of widowhood, and grief at the dying of one so near to her in the pride of his youth. It was perhaps the very nearness of death's-knife, the cutting off of the one who was one with her, who had scarcely gone from her arms, which gave her the keenest shudder. The sword which had been thrust through him seemed almost to have pricked58 her breast. Not that she feared for her own safety; she never imagined that it was compromised. She had the supreme59 British scorn for her country's foes60, and thought it was only a question of policy whether Terrington with his handful of men would not at once burn the Palace to the ground, carry off the Khan in chains, and ravage61 the whole country with sword and fire.
It was death in the shadow which had stabbed and was gone which made her shiver. A thing so swift, so sudden, so unforeseen mocked the comfortable security of life.
But with the fitting out of the expedition and speculation62 on the possible safety of those in the Palace, her emotions became dreadfully perplexed63. She had perforce to cease mourning a husband who might be still alive, and with the disappearance64 of a reason for her sorrow she began to wonder what had caused it.
Had she cried because she loved him or because he was killed? She had not a doubt while she thought him dead, but the chance of his being alive seemed to have altered everything. Last night she would have disowned indignantly the idea that she did not love him. She had accepted him as naturally in the order of needful things as food and clothing. He was her husband and so had everything that husbands have, did everything that husbands do. She had never thought about it as a personal matter. One had a husband as one had a cold in the head; one didn't always quite know why; but having him one accepted him for the sort of thing he was.
Lewis had taken her from a life already wearily dull, and with every prospect65 of becoming duller. He had come suddenly into her existence—a quite unlooked-for excitement; and had transplanted her into surroundings more exciting still; full of men, and dangers, and pageants66 and great affairs. It was so full indeed, that in the press of things to do he was a good deal crowded out. His work, his fresh appointments—for he had been tremendously in demand—gave him rather the air of continually arranging new scenes and effects in which she played the leading lady.
She didn't in the least so consciously regard mm; she had not even noticed how much his work kept him out of the occasions which she most enjoyed; he seemed just a part of the delightful67 movement, a sort of dashing high-spirited hot-tempered ambitious concentration of it all. He was the man who had made it all possible for her, being her husband. That was how, gratefully, she most often thought of him.
His death wrenched68 her by its treacherous69 horror; but it had put no awkward questions. The questions came with the doubt if he were dead. How much did she care for him? Did she care for him at all? Had she ever cared for him as a husband? Right on the heels of that, answering it to her astounded70 perception, came a shrinking of disgust that she had lived three years with a man as his wife without loving him; without even discovering that she did not love him. It was that which seared the tears in her eyes, and left her with a sense of shame and self-disdain and loneliness indescribable.
It was that too in a curious reflected fashion which increased her anger at Terrington's quiet indifference71 to the ways of Fate. She could picture Lewis Chantry's raging vehemence72 under a like provocation73.
As she watched the silent mass of men in the courtyard—the dull yellow of the field-service kit74 lightened by the gay alkalaks of the Lancers, the orange and white of their pennons, the glistening75 of the sun upon lance-head and bayonet, the silence broken only by the clink of a bridoon as some impatient horse flung up its head—there was a burst of blue and red above the eastern tower and the union Jack76 flew out above the Fort.
It was the signal that Afzul Singh had completed his defences. Walcot rode back to Terrington and saluted. Terrington nodded. With a sparkle of light on their lances, the horsemen were in the saddle, the rifles leapt to the 'carry,' and were swung on to the shoulder, cresting77 the infantry78 with the shimmer79 of steel; the gates were thrown open, the Lancers passed through and extended, the Sikhs and Dogras wheeled outwards80 after them in column of fours, followed by the Guides.
As the gates closed behind the last section a sharp explosion rang out, followed by others in quick succession.
Rose Chantry started and stood quivering in tense excitement; then darted81 across the room to the further window, which looked towards the polo ground through a green fringe of chenar.
As she reached it there was another rending82 uproar83 almost under her feet, and a tree leapt into the air from beneath the window and fell with a crashing ruin of its branches towards the river.
Afzul Singh was converting the screen of chenar into an abattis with discs of gun cotton, but to Rose the trees seemed to be falling before the enemy's shells, and she ran hurriedly to the eastern tower to get a view of the besiegers, and found there Afzul Singh himself, who explained her mistake.
A sand-bag revetment crowned the top of the tower, and the loopholes on either side of the Maxim were manned by picked shots. All were intently watching the occasional glimpse of colour or gleam of steel which marked the progress of Terrington's force through the Bazaar.
Now that the din1 of the detonations84 had ceased not a sound broke the silence; the city lay listless and without a sign of life in the haze85 of its noontide heat. The dust rose on the heels of the column as it emerged from the Bazaar and filtered through the collection of low mud buildings beyond it. Clear of these, Terrington swung his right at once on to the river, and the whole of his little force could be seen for the first time as it extended and moved forward across the space of open ground to the east of the Palace. It looked painfully small for its job, like an ant attacking a mouse, even though Terrington made it as imposing86 as he could without sacrificing its compactness. The ground, flat as a floor from the river to the foot-hills, gave no command for rifle fire over the centre of the town, and Terrington had no choice but to march straight at the wall which surrounded the Khan's buildings, and chance their being defended. It was a dangerous piece of work, and Afzul Singh never lowered his glasses till the doubtful part of it was done.
But Terrington showed at once the temper in which he had undertaken it. His cavalry87 wheeled to the left, leaving the front open, and, advancing, formed a screen which covered the skirts of the town. The river protected the other flank, and, with the Guides in the centre as reserve, the Sikhs went straight for the eastern gate, while the Dogra detachment advanced half right upon the Palace stables where the wall ran down to the river. The guards on the gate allowed themselves to be taken, the stables were occupied without resistance, and a command was thus obtained of the Palace compound which was seen to be invitingly88 empty. But Terrington was the last man to be tempted89 by such an invitation. He had obtained a foothold from which to enforce his demands, and did not intend to go a step further.
He could not hope to carry the Palace, filled as it doubtless was with the Khan's guards; he had no guns to batter90 it; but he could now, if his hand was forced, make life very uncomfortable for those within its walls. So he began to parley91.
What passed was hidden by the Palace wall from the watchers on the tower, but after three hours of apprehension92 they could see that the force was preparing to retire, and presently some of the Khan's bearers appeared through the gateway93 carrying charpoys. Afzul Singh guessed what was on them, and his grave consideration made no disguise with Mrs. Chantry. He had no hope that any of those who had been trapped in the Palace would return alive, and he held out none to her.
"None come," he said, lowering his glasses; "they are all carried."
Terrington had requested the return of Sir Colvin and his escort, and, on the reply that they were killed, had demanded their bodies.
Mir Khan, informed by his spies that the Fort had been loop-holed, provisions stored, the trees levelled and every preparation made for a prolonged siege, foresaw with a chuckle94 the very imminent95 destruction of the British force in Sar, and was far too astute96 to hurry a game which was going his own way.
So he tendered the bodies with every mark of respect and the most profound apologies for the passions of his subjects which he had been unable to keep under control.
Terrington had replied acknowledging the arrival of the charpoys and announcing that he was for the present the British representative in Sar, and would, on receiving instructions from his Government, acquaint the Khan what reparation was demanded for the murder at a friendly Durbar of Her Majesty's Commissioner.
The old man, when the message was read to him, rubbed his foot and smiled with child-like craftiness97. He admired the daring which had flung that handful of the Sirkar's men without an hour's hesitation98 against his Palace; admired it the more since it seemed to prove that Terrington was after all but a swine-headed fighter like the rest of his kind.
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