But though the struggle of the next few days would mean hardship for all and death to many, the worst was over with that day's ordeal3, on which had hung the safety of the entire force. Had Terrington been beaten, every man with him would have been massacred, Rashát would have fallen within a month, and his name held up to the scorn of the years to come as of one who had lacked the courage to stand to his post. Yet his victory had been, under Heaven, but an accident. He knew that well enough. That fight, the most sanguine4 for its size in Indian history, which has coloured the name as it dyed the water of Rashát river, would have been lost but for the arrival at its crisis of men on whose coming he had no right to count. It was won indeed, won in its overwhelming effectiveness by his subtlety5, his daring tactics, his personal valour, but it would have been lost despite all those, despite any devices that men could have contrived6, had not a certain company of the Guides possessed8 the splendid training and the undauntable energy of the men whom Afzul Singh had led.
Yet now he had, thanks to them, the redounding9 credit of it, who, but for them, would have borne its enduring shame.
Determined10 to hold the Gul on the morrow as long as possible, Terrington halted the Guides on the further side of it, and ordered them to turn in as soon as they had made a meal, while the Sikhs prepared defences and furnished pickets11 for the night. The Guides, save for their three miles' scurry13, had been under fire all the way from Sar, and had not left a man behind them. Keen soldiers all of them, they forgot their own part in the day's success, and, when Terrington went down to inspect their camp, gathered from their cooking-pots and cheered him tempestuously14.
Terrington laid his hand affectionately on Afzul's shoulder.
"You did it," he said gratefully; "you did it!"
The circle about his own camp fire was completed by Walcot and Freddy Gale15, and it was there that Rose Chantry watched the ways of men who have come out of battle. Walcot, who had fought well and been slightly wounded in the shoulder, seemed unable to talk enough. Speech gurgled out of him like rain from a gargoyle16. Freddy Gale listened, throwing in brief descriptive touches, his round merry face convulsed from time to time with infectious laughter. Terrington, who sat beside her, said nothing at all, but the keenness of his eyes was softened18 by a grave content.
Rose noticed the warmth of his greeting to Gale and his evident gladness to have a man under him on whose knowledge and judgment19 he could depend. Once, when leaning forward across the fire after dinner to ask Walcot a question, she put her hand unawares on Terrington's, which was lying on the ground. He did not move, and she took it in so tight a grip, that, as she settled herself again, he turned his head and looked smiling into her eyes.
The enemy had been so roughly handled that Mir Khan could not persuade his men on the morrow to a fresh attack across such an obstacle as the Gul, and Terrington after holding it till nightfall fell back upon Rashát.
But before he reached it the Saris were again upon his heels like a pack of famished20 wolves, ravenous21 for blood. During the three days' march to the foot of the Palári, the fighting never ceased night or day. In the dark it dwindled22 to the buzz or the slap of the sniper's bullet, varied23 by an attempt to rush a picket12; doing only occasional damage but keeping the whole camp awake, and causing a suppression of the fires whose warmth was becoming with every hour more essential.
Dawn generally brought an attack on two or three points at once, and persistent24 efforts were made during the day to outclimb the British flanking parties and command the line of march.
Once, when these were successful, Terrington only obtained relief by an attack upon the centre, threatening the safety of the men above the valley, but the effort proved so expensive that he was obliged in the future still further to extend his wings and retire by continuous echelon25 up and down the slope of the hills. It was slow work.
Then, too, though his losses were not heavy, the carriage of the wounded was an increasing labour, and he was finally obliged to dismount the Lancers and use their beasts for his injured men.
As the men's feet slipped in its yielding softness, their eyes followed the vast white slope that stretched above them till it was lost in the grayness of the sullen27 sky. There, close under the heavens, tormented28 by winds that powdered the snowflakes into icy points and whirled them to and fro in furious eddies31, lay the road to safety.
There was death in its blinding whiteness, death in its numbing33 torpor34 death in its piercing cold; but beyond was life and wife and honour and reward.
The sight of the snow drove Mir Khan to more desperate means, for, without some critical success, beyond the Palári he dared not go, since his opponents might be able to count on reinforcement, and the pass close behind him.
But to Terrington the pressure of the enemy now became less serious than the difficulties of the road. His men soon learnt the value of snow as a protection, and snow entrenchments were much more rapidly constructed than stone sangars. But with every march the strength of his coolies was declining, and they could scarcely carry their reduced loads. The horses, barely able to keep their footing on the frozen ground, became at once exhausted35 when the deep snow was reached, and had to be killed and eaten. This brought him almost to the end of his fuel, and left the wounded to be carried by effectives who were already beginning to feel the strain of constant fighting and the toil36 of forcing their way through a foot's depth of snow. Moreover every hour of ascent37 brought them into an air perceptibly rarer, and increased grievously the stress of every added effort.
On the second day they reached the terrible region of the winds, and for three hours waited helpless in a blast of icy crystals that cut the face till it bled, and froze the eyelids38 with the tears that it brought to them, and made every breath a pain.
The storm struck without warning. The snow ahead seemed suddenly to rise on end; the next instant the awful gray mist of ice was tearing past them. For those three hours it was impossible to move or to see. The air seemed as thick as a river jellied with snow, and even when the eyes could be opened, the clotted39 whiteness hid the end of one's arm. Where the men clung together in frightened and shivering groups, the wind piled drifts on the lee side up to their necks.
It seemed as though the snows of all the mountains was being swept into the sea, and yet scarcely a flake30 fell upon the rear-guard, fighting some few hundred feet below.
Terrington was alone when it fell, riding along the column, persuading, encouraging, helping40, threatening; lifting, by sheer strength of will, the tired trail of men higher and higher. He slid off his shaggy barebacked little pony41, turned its tail to the wind, and leant against it for the warmth which he knew both soon would need. He had an immense capacity for patience, but it failed him now; and its failure taught him what otherwise he might have waited long to learn. For through those long bitter hours it was not of his men that he thought—his men who had been his only care and love for years—but of Rose Chantry. Thought of her, crouching42 frightened in her doolie, fallen somewhere in the snow, the warmth going surely hour by hour from her frail43 shivering little body, the cold fingers of death slowly closing upon her, and no one by to bring her comfort and help her to be brave. The thought was agony to him, and by the agony he knew that it was love. Light, vain, fickle44, ignorant, there were reasons enough, and he knew them, for not even liking45 her. He did not know, for that matter, if he did like her. He longed with indescribable solicitude46 to see her face again. That was all he knew.
Even the cold that crept numbingly through him could not stifle47 that desire. If the storm lasted for six hours no living thing would be left in the pass. He was not afraid of that. He feared to outlive it and find her dead.
Yet when the storm ceased as suddenly as it began, he made no search for her. He was still that much master of himself. Finding a floor of rock swept bare by the wind, he diverted the line of march across it, and there, with Clones, inspected all the men as they passed for frost-bite; and soon had a row of them laid out under blankets and vigorously rubbed with snow.
The wounded had suffered most; all the worst cases were dead, many were past help, and none had escaped injury: after them came the baggage carriers, ill-clad and ill-nourished as they were, nearly all of whom had paid for the exposure with a frozen foot or finger.
It was right at the end of the transport that Rose's doolie appeared, and to Terrington's immense relief she thrust out her head from the curtains as the bearers halted. It was a face fearfully pinched and cold, but there was a new spirit behind it, for she would not speak of her own ailings, but insisted upon getting out to rub the hands of the frozen, till Clones, seeing she was likely to faint from fatigue48, put her back in the doolie.
On that night they camped below the Palári, and the next day it was crossed by the entire force.
But though the wind spared them, that day was the most trying of the retreat.
The blazing sun upon the snow after the storm had produced a rapid increase of snow blindness. Of the English officers Terrington alone was unaffected, the others all having to be led, Walcot especially being much disfigured and in great pain.
The blinded men went hand in hand in single file with a leader who could still see the track to each squad49 of ten, the skin of their faces blistered50 and bleeding, their eyes crimson51 and inflamed52, and tears trickling53 continuously from them, to freeze upon their cheeks.
At a height of twelve thousand feet each movement was a struggle, and, from ceaseless fighting, marching and want of sleep, every nerve and muscle were at the breaking point. Gale, blind and worn out, but cheery as ever, facing a fight which he could not see, kept the rear-guard in splendid shape, and Clones, though blind also and suffering from frost-bite, continued to feel his way among the wounded.
The faith of all was pinned desperately54 upon Terrington, and keen the anxiety about his sight. It was perhaps sheer determination which kept him as impervious55 to the glare as to fatigue.
Tired out he was, and knew he was, but he seemed able to hold his tiredness at arm's length for so long as he was needed.
By evening the last man was clear of the pass; the enemy had not dared to cross it, so the British force was practically safe from pursuit, and on the morrow would be dropping down towards the green valleys and the south. But only a few of the hardier56 hill-men had energy to kindle57 smoking fires of the wet brushwood they were able to collect.
Terrington had gone round the camps to say a cheering word to the men and see if all that was possible for the frozen and wounded had been done; and at last, his task ended, turned with foreboding to the green tent, which Gholam had pitched warily58 in a crevice59 of the rocks.
In the supreme60 effort of that crowning day he had not seen Rose since the night before, when she had seemed achingly weak and ill.
She was sitting on the mattress61, all her rugs piled about her, shivering. She burst into tears as he knelt down beside her.
He had her boots off in an instant, and set the lantern on the ground, searching anxiously for the fatal whitening of the flesh. But though her feet were absolutely numb32 the frost-bite had but just begun, and half an hour's vigorous rubbing took the whiteness out of them; and then Terrington chafed63 them gently, and breathed on them, and wrapped them under his coat to bring the blood back to them as imperceptibly as possible while Rose sat with hands clenched64 and face working, smiling at his tenderness and crying with pain.
But in that torture of recovery she reached her limit of endurance. The cold had sunk into her soul, and when Gholam brought in the smoky lukewarm mess, which was all that even his adroitness65 could contrive7 in that white waste she turned her head away from it, saying wearily that she did not want to eat.
Terrington, with a sense of difficulty beside which the leading of men was a simple matter, sat down on the mattress beside her and put his arm supportingly about her shoulders.
"I'm going to feed you," he said.
She tried to meet his mothering with a smile, but as the flap of the tent lifted with a blast of wind, which flung a spray of snow over them, she shivered and shrank back, shaking her head.
"It doesn't matter if I eat or not," she said despairingly. "I can't live another night with the cold. I wished I could die all last night, it was such dreadful pain. I can't stand it any more."
For answer he drew her a little closer to him.
"God's brought us to the end of our trouble, child," he said. "To-morrow it will be all going down, down, down, and warmer and warmer every hour. You've only to make a fight of it just this one night more—for my sake," he added.
She shook her head despondently66, but he thrust his fork into the dish, and brought a morsel67 of meat to her mouth, and made her eat it. And so, coaxing68 and commanding, he forced a meal upon her, eating one himself to give her time, and she leant against him with her head upon his shoulder, faintly happy, but shivering at every blast that pierced the chinks of the tent.
He rose when she had finished and laid her down on the mattress, wrapping her up in everything he could find.
"You're not going away?" she murmured apprehensively69.
"Only to have another look at the men," he said, tucking the rugs closer about her.
"You'll come back; promise you'll come back," she pleaded anxiously.
"The moment I can," he said.
He tightened71 the flaps of the tent, and set Gholam Muhammed to pile snow about the skirts of it. Then he went on to the camp.
He found everything there very much in need of him. The plans he had made had not been completed. The men, utterly72 worn out, had flung themselves down too tired even to care for self-preservation.
Walcot was seriously ill; Gale, Dore, Clones, and the two senior native officers were all blind, and so were ignorant of what had been left undone73.
Freddy Gale, though he had twice fallen from exhaustion74, had directed personally the issue of rations75, and used every chance to cheer his men; but he missed that sense of their condition, and they the sense of his control, which can come from sight alone.
They lay in the snow, inert76, benumbed, certain victims to that frozen sleep from which there is no wakening. Only the old soldiers of the Guides had stretched their blankets, and made any likeness77 to a bivouac.
Terrington's voice came upon the scene like the call of a bugle78. There was help in it and scorn and energy and command, and, behind if, unconquerable will and eyes that saw. The men dragged themselves to their feet, and straightened themselves to match its clear direction. Order after order rang out, like the voice of a ship's captain shortening sail, quick, certain, vivid with necessity, but cool as the dew. The heaps of men became ranks that took shape and moved. Rifles rose on end, blankets were slung79 between them, and slowly the crescent camp came into being, which should offer least resistance to and most shelter from a storm. The little hospital leanto was enlarged, the worst cases were brought in and treated, and then laid for warmth one upon the other at the end of it.
For close on three hours Terrington's labour never ceased for a second, and the camp lived upon his voice. He did not leave it till he had seen every man with some covering over him, and some food to eat; not, indeed, till maternally80, he had tucked them all into bed. Then, hoarse81 with shouting and drunk with fatigue, he staggered back to the little green tent.
Rose turned her head as he entered, but the eyes were strange to him. He kneeled down beside her, dried the snow from his hand, and laid the back of it upon her cheek. Her skin was gray and mortally cold.
"I'm dying," she whispered.
He felt her hands, which were blue and lifeless, and with no flutter of a pulse. The air in the little tent was a long way below the freezing-point, and it was quite evident that she was slowly sinking into the torpor from which she never could be roused.
He chafed her hands, but no heat came to them; she merely turned from him with a weary gesture to be left alone. Then he pressed her palms against the talc of the lantern, but the flickering82 candle seemed to give out no warmth. Then, suddenly, a thought struck him with the fierce hazard of despair.
He gazed at her in doubt for a moment, then he got up, dusted the flakes29 of snow from his riding-breeches and drew off his long boots:
Rose turned her head away from him on the pillow with a sigh and closed her eyes. She was slipping happily away from him into the land of shadows.
Terrington took off his greatcoat and spread it over her. Then he lifted the wraps that covered her, and lying down upon the mattress slowly drew them over himself as well. She turned again, childishly fretful at being disturbed. Running a finger down the buttons of his patrol, Terrington raised himself, and taking her in his arms drew her under him, spreading his body upon hers.
Though he was heated with exertion83, it was a long time before any warmth could melt its way into her chilled flesh. Terrington pressed his face against hers, first to one cold cheek and then to another, breathing, as one thaws84 a window pane85, upon her neck. At last, when he had almost lost hope of saving her, she made a little nestling motion towards him like a frozen bird before the fire. Then her breath began to be audible, and she gave long sighs as though to free herself of his weight upon her.
Terrington's limbs were numb with the intentness of their pressure, and his arms, folded about her, had fallen asleep. The cold seemed to lie like a wet sheet over his back.
Presently Rose moved beneath him, a movement of her whole body: her eyes opened, met his without wonder, and closed again with a sigh of content. Her arms straightened, and then, loosening limply from the shoulders, slipped to her sides. She seemed to soften17 and grow supple86 beneath him and her breath came evenly between her lips. She was asleep.
Terrington raised himself slightly, and so stayed all the night.
The agonies that he suffered from cold, cramp87, and the stubborn struggle with fatigue passed what he had thought possible to human endurance.
In the gray of the morning she opened her eyes again.
"Nevile!" she exclaimed, as though she had but just parted with him in a dream.
She had pushed in wonderment her hands against him, and he fell over as though his arms had been cut off. She stared an instant at his grotesque88 efforts to move, then with a sudden passion of enlightenment seized his useless arms.
"Nevile, Nevile!" she cried, "what have you done for me? You've saved my life."
He smiled dimly, trying to lift himself upon his elbows, but dropped back again.
"Have I?" he said.
Her left arm went like a snake about his shoulder, and her face came down quick and close to his.
"Why did you do it?" she asked almost angrily.
"I love you, dear," he said.
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