The dawn was slipping a slim, cool hand into the strangely populated attic1, and the grey light invested furniture and sleepers2 alike with quite a different appearance from last night’s. Roland himself had insisted on giving up his pallet permanently3 to Le Blé-aux-Champs, because of his hurt, and had ensconced himself at the other side of the attic. Over in his old place Chouan and noble, alike young and alike wounded, lay side by side, the only difference in their condition being that the peasant, for all his protests, had the better couch. But, like M. de Brencourt, huddled4 on the little sofa of worn, gilt-striped rose brocade, and the Abbé, of whom he could see only the feet projecting round a wardrobe, they both appeared to be asleep, despite their injuries; and Roland knew that Artamène’s gave him no slight pain at times.
But he could not be altogether sorry for his friend’s wound. For, since it was M. de la Vergne’s right arm that had suffered, it had fallen to the Vicomte de Céligny to write at his dictation a line of reassurance5 to his mother and sister in Finistère. And thus Roland’s own fingers had formed, if his brain had not originated, the words which would undoubtedly6 have the happiness of penetrating7 into the little ears of Mlle Marthe de la Vergne, even, probably, that of being read by her brilliant dark eyes. And she would know, too, from the contents of the letter who had penned it. The question whether she would care was one which he did not like to press overmuch, for he had very little to go upon, poor Roland, since Marthe had grown up—one meeting under the eyes of Mme de la Vergne in the wide, cool salon8 of the chateau9 with its shining floor, and Mlle Marthe rising from tambour work at its farther end; and one brief message of good wishes with which his friend Artamène, her fortunate brother, was found to be charged when Roland met him a few weeks ago at the rallying-place.
Roland could have wished that his friend’s flesh wound were his own, that he also had something with a tinge10 of suffering and heroism11 about it, of which Mlle Marthe could have been informed, to which she might even have given a moment’s regret. Or, better still, if it could have been, that the injury had happened so near the Chateau de la Vergne as to leave no alternative but to take the sufferer in and tend him there. Alas12, Roland neither possessed13 the requisite14 damage, nor had the Chateau de la Vergne the desired proximity15 to the scene of the little defeat at la Croix-Fendue.
Besides, if anything untoward16 happened to him, he was under promise to return, if possible, to his grandfather, with whom he lived.
Roland did not remember his mother, and of his father, though he had died only about a year and a half ago, he had seen extremely little. Three years after Mme de Céligny’s death he had been committed, a child of five years old, to the care of his maternal17 grandfather, the Baron18 de Carné, and by him he had been brought up at Kerlidec, in Brittany, separated by the breadth of France from his patrimony19 near Avignon. He had seldom visited this, or his morose20 parent, though when he did, M. de Céligny had always made a point of initiating21 him, young as he was, into the management of the estate which would one day be his—for the Vicomte, unlike so many landowners in those troubled years, had never been dispossessed. But Roland was much fonder of the stern and passionate22 old man who had brought him up, and who had for him such exquisite23 tendernesses; and he had become too much accustomed to living with a grandfather rather than with a father to find the arrangement surprising. He had, moreover, few friends of his own age to comment on its unusual character, since his education had been entirely24 conducted at Kerlidec by his grandfather and a tutor or two. Artamène de la Vergne, who lived at no very great distance, was, in fact, his only intimate.
Yet in the end, through no fault of the Vicomte de Céligny’s other than an unfortunate choice of the moment of his death, his estates did not come to Roland at all. He died very suddenly of heart disease just after the coup25 d’état of ’97, and the Directory at once seized the property on the specious26 pretext27 that the heir was an émigré. Because the events of Fructidor had revived the legislation against that unfortunate class, it had taken a year and a half and very cautious moves indeed on the part of the Baron de Carné even to get his grandson’s name removed from that inauspicious list on which, like many another, it wrongly figured, and Roland was not yet in possession of his inheritance. His present proceedings28, if the Government became aware of them, were still less likely to hasten that event.
And these proceedings had been entered into against M. de Carné’s wishes; another had overborne that strong will of his. To this day Roland could not quite understand how it had been done. For a moment he lived again through the episode of his quasi-abduction from Kerlidec last February;—that strained interview (at part of which he had been present) between his grandfather and the tall, commanding visitor who, turning out, to Roland’s surprise and delight, to be the Marquis de Kersaint, the hero of the lost day of Rivoli, enlisting29 likely young men to fight for the King later on in Finistère, had asked M. de Carné if Roland might come with him——provided Roland himself were willing. Of Roland’s willingness—rather, rapture—there could be no question, but M. de Kersaint had insisted on the Baron’s formal consent; and this, on the understanding that Roland was to be regarded strictly31 as a loan, and returned, had been given . . . but given with such palpable, almost venomous hostility32 that the youth could not imagine why it should have been vouchsafed33 at all.
The end of the episode, too, just because it puzzled him, was bitten into his memory. Grandfather and grandson were on the perron watching the unbidden guest ride away down the dripping avenue—for Roland was to join him, with Artamène, a few days later—and Roland, boylike, had exclaimed at his admirable seat on a horse.
“As you say, Roland, a damnably good seat!” M. de Carné had returned harshly. “A damnable air of assurance altogether! Quite enough to turn a young man’s head, or for that matter a——” He checked himself, and said with bitterness that they must begin to think of Roland’s preparations. And when the young man remorsefully34 replied, “Not yet, grandpère! It is growing dark; let us think of our game of chess!” his grandfather retorted, looking at him in a way that he could not fathom35, “Chess! Poor little pawn36, you have been taken!”
But if it were so, the pawn certainly had no objection.
And now, indeed, feeling a sense of elation37, almost of importance, at being apparently38 the only one awake in this company, Roland looked past the intervening furniture towards the two large chairs in which M. de Kersaint had elected to spend the night. Well, he was still stretched in them, long and rather shadowy in outline, but Roland doubted if he were asleep, for as he gazed at him he heard the Marquis move and sigh.
The adoration39 tempered with awe40 which Roland felt for him had received, if it needed it, a fresh impetus41 through last night’s happenings. An eager and interested witness of the scene’s beginning, an unwilling42 and indignant one of its close, Roland had felt, and still felt, that he hated M. de Brencourt for the torture to which, even unwittingly, he had put him, as anyone could see. And why, as Artamène had whispered to him afterwards, had M. de Brencourt displayed such an aversion to the Duc de Trélan?
What was M. de Kersaint going to do, he wondered, about this business of Mirabel? The name seemed to have a faintly familiar sound, though he could have sworn that he had never heard it before. As he strove to recover the connection a glorious thought shot suddenly into his mind. If only M. de Kersaint would let him go to Paris in search of this treasure! There—if his search were successful, as of course it would be—shone in truth a deed worthy43 to lay at the feet of Mlle Marthe de la Vergne!
Wrapped in the warm and rosy44 imaginings which this idea brought to him Roland dropped off to sleep again—a light slumber45 in which he had a distinct impression that M. de Kersaint came and stood for some time looking down on him, and from which he woke to find the attic grown considerably46 lighter47, and M. de Kersaint’s sleeping-place, to which he instantly glanced, empty. Everybody else seemed to be slumbering48 as before.
It was a moment or two before Roland’s eyes found his leader, in the farthest corner of the attic, seated sideways at a little table, writing—at least, with a pen between his fingers. His chin was propped49 on his fist, and the young daylight as it entered silhouetted50 his fine profile with sufficient clearness for the observer to be sure that his thoughts were not pleasant ones.
“All his family massacred!” sprang into Roland’s mind. “He is thinking of that—or of how to retrieve51 la Croix-Fendue, or perhaps how to get the treasure from Mirabel . . . How handsome he is!” And on Roland, himself as unconscious of his own good looks as it is possible for a young man to be, came the resolve to use this Heaven-sent opportunity for the furtherance of his own desires.
Rising very quietly from the floor, he picked his way, half dressed as he was, among furniture and sleepers till he came to the window.
“Monsieur le Marquis!”
M. de Kersaint started and looked round. “Roland, what are you doing?” he asked in a whisper.
“I have been awake before,” said Roland, as if that were a reply.
“Well?”
“I want to ask you something, sir.”
“If,” said M. de Kersaint, studying him as he stood there in his shirt and breeches, “if it is to repeat La Vergne’s request of last night about Mirabel, I may as well tell you at once, my boy, that it is of no use.”
The youth’s visage so manifestly fell that his leader could not help smiling.
“I see that I guessed right. No, my dear boy, this business, if ever it gets itself done at all, is work for a much older head than yours.”
“I am not so young, Monsieur le Marquis,” pleaded the aspirant52, in the same discreet53 tone. “I shall be twenty this year.”
“Yes, but not until the very end of it,” retorted M. de Kersaint with promptitude.
The child of December was first taken aback, then flattered, that the date of his obscure birthday should be known to his hero, who was now looking at him half-teasingly, a mood in which Roland especially adored him. Then the petitioner54 recovered himself.
“But even if you think me young, sir,” he went on with fervour, “nobody here, however much older he is——”
“Has any experience of house-breaking,” he was going on to say, when the words were cut short by a grasp on his arm. He turned, and M. de Kersaint, who had momentarily lowered his gaze, lifted it at the same instant so that they both beheld55 the Chevalier de la Vergne, sling56 and all.
“What, another!” exclaimed M. de Kersaint. “Morbleu!”
“I felt sure that he was trying to steal a march on me, Monsieur le Marquis,” explained Artamène. “If anyone is to go to Mirabel——”
“It would certainly not be you, La Vergne, with that arm,” interposed his leader. “However, there is no question of Mirabel for either of you.”
“But——” began both the candidates.
“If you want to know my plans, gentlemen,” said M. de Kersaint then, with a touch of impatience57, real or assumed, “they are, as far as regards yourselves, these—a return, for the present, to your own firesides.”
“We are to go back home!” ejaculated the horror-struck Artamène.
Amusement shot again into M. de Kersaint’s eyes at the tone, but because of its pitch he laid his finger on his lips. “It is not designed as a punishment, believe me, my children. But our drawing of the sword was premature58; I always feared it, and I have resolved, for the present, to disband. It will only be for a month or two, probably.”
“But—but you will send for us again, sir?” stammered59 Roland. All the brightness seemed suddenly to have departed from life.
“Most certainly. I could not get on without my aides-de-camp. Now go back to your beds and leave me to finish what I am doing.”
It was two exceedingly dispirited young men who returned to their couches. “To be sent home like schoolboys!” whispered Roland, who had left his with such hopes. But they were too dejected to discuss the catastrophe60. Happy Lucien, who had slept through its announcement! They sat side by side on Artamène’s blanket, and looked at each other, while close by the young Chouan, who was awake, moved restlessly. What, if they were going to separate, was to become of him? Perhaps this unspoken query61 gave Artamène his great idea.
“I am not fit to take the journey to La Vergne alone,” he whispered suddenly in Roland’s ear. “Will you escort me?”
“Will I not?” responded his friend, his eyes sparkling again.
With the full advent62 of morning came the good M. Charlot and a servant, bringing coffee and rolls to the unaccustomed guestchamber. To this welcome refreshment63 he joined the more than welcome news that the troops who had nearly intercepted64 the Marquis and his guide last night had marched out at dawn, and in an hour or so it would be quite safe to depart. Also, the wounded man could now be moved downstairs to a bed and cared for until his foot was healed.
“Excellent, my dear Monsieur Chariot,” said the Marquis de Kersaint. “And—the other matter?”
“I have already sent to the place, Monsieur, and a message has come back that the person your honours are expecting has not yet arrived.”
Artamène and Roland looked at each other over their coffee-bowls. They cherished a faint hope, now rapidly withering65, that they might catch a glimpse of this famous person ere departing.
But very shortly afterwards, as it seemed, the three of them had put together their small belongings66, had received their last instructions, and had learnt how, when the summons came to them again, it would probably be to a more lasting67 campaign. The Marquis de Kersaint hoped by the summer to have a regular headquarters at least—to keep always on foot an army of Chouans was impossible—in short, to be in a larger way of business. But even these bright predictions did not cheer ‘les jeunes,’ as the Abbé called them, very much.
“All I can do, mes enfants,” said their leader to them in conclusion, “is to wish you a safe return and a better meeting. Remember my recommendations as to prudence68 in your journeys.—I am not sure that I ought to let you travel in that condition, Artamène.”
And when the youth hastened to inform him that he would have the advantage of Roland’s care and company M. de Kersaint smiled and said, “Very well. But, Roland, remember that your real destination is not La Vergne, but Kerlidec. My honour is engaged, as you know, in sending you back to your grandfather. Good-bye, Lucien; you will now have leisure to proceed with your study of the Mantuan.”
The Abbé had already given them his blessing69; the Comte had gone to the place appointed to await Cadoudal. Even Le Blé-aux-Champs had been carried downstairs. So when the Marquis had shaken hands with them there was nothing for the three young men to do but to go. And they went.
But they had not got beyond the next turn on the dusky staircase before they heard M. de Kersaint’s voice on the landing above them.
“Roland,” it called down, “come back a moment, will you? I have a message for M. de Carné.”
Wondering, the young Vicomte went up again, nearly to the top, where the tall figure was standing30.
“I only wish you to point out to him,” said the Marquis, “that I am fulfilling my promise. That is all.”
Then he added, in a different tone, “May God keep you, my boy!” and stooping, kissed him on the forehead.
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prudence
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| n.谨慎，精明，节俭 | |
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| n.祈神赐福；祷告；祝福，祝愿 | |
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