Suddenly and sharply his words roused again into activity the loathsome4 memory which my interest in his story had partially5 deadened. He noticed the quick involuntary contraction6 of my muscles, and read it aright. "That reminds me," he went on; "I must claim your promise. I have told you my story. Now, tell me yours."
I told him; not as I have set it down here, though perhaps even in greater detail, but incoherently, bit by bit, while he helped me out with gentle questions, quickly comprehending gestures, and patient waiting during the pauses of exhaustion7 which perforce interposed themselves. As my story approached its climax8, his agitation9 grew almost equal to my own, and he listened to the close, his teeth clenched10, his brows bent11, as if passing again with me through that awful conflict. When I had finished, it was some moments before either of us could speak; and then he burst forth12 into bitter self-reproach for having so far yielded to his brother's angry obstinacy13 as to allow me to sleep the third night in that fatal room.
"It was cowardice14," he said, "sheer cowardice! After all that has happened, I dared not have a quarrel with one of my own blood. And yet if I had not hardened my heart, I had reason to know what I was risking."
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"Those other two girls who slept there," he said, breathlessly; "it was in each case after the third night there that they were found dead—dead, Evie, so runs the story, with a mark upon their necks similar in shape and position to the death-wound which Margaret Mervyn inflicted15 upon herself."
I could not speak, but I clutched his hand with an almost convulsive grip.
"And I knew the story,—I knew it!" he cried. "As boys we were not allowed to hear much of our family traditions, but this one I knew. When my father redid the interior of the east room, he removed at the same time a board from above the doorway16 outside, on which had been written—it is said by Dame17 Alice herself—a warning upon this very subject. I happened to be present when our old housekeeper18, who had been his nurse, remonstrated19 with him warmly upon this act; and I asked her afterwards what the board was, and why she cared about it so much. In her excitement she told me the story of those unhappy girls, repeating again and again that, if the warning were taken away, evil would come of it."
"And she was right," I said, dully. "Oh, if only your father had left it there!"
"I suppose," he answered, speaking more quietly, "that he was impatient of traditions which, as I told you, he at that time more than half despised. Indeed he altered the shape of the doorway, raising it, and making it flat and square, so that the old inscription20 could not have been replaced, even had it been wished. I remember it was fitted round the low Tudor arch which was previously21 there."
My mind, too worn with many emotions for deliberate thought, wandered on languidly, and as it were mechanically, upon these last trivial words. The doorway presented itself to my view as it had originally stood, with the discarded warning above it; and then, by a spontaneous comparison of mental vision, I recalled the painted board which I had noticed three days before in Dame Alice's tower. I suggested to Alan that it might have been the identical one—its shape was as he described. "Very likely," he answered, absently. "Do you remember what the words were?"
"Yes, I think so," I replied. "Let me see." And I repeated them slowly, dragging them out as it were one by one from my memory:
"Where the woman sinned the maid shall win;
But God help the maid that sleeps within."
"You see," I said, turning towards him slowly, "the last line is a warning such as you spoke of."
But to my surprise Alan had sprung to his feet, and was looking down at me, his whole body quivering with excitement. "Yes, Evie," he cried, "and the first line is a prophecy;—where the woman sinned the maid HAS won." He seized the hand which I instinctively22 reached out to him. "We have not seen the end of this yet," he went on, speaking rapidly, and as if articulation23 had become difficult to him. "Come, Evie, we must go back to the house and look at the cabinet—now, at once."
I had risen to my feet by this time, but I shrank away at those words. "To that room? Oh, Alan—no, I cannot."
"I shall be with you; you will not be afraid with me," he said.
"Come." His eyes were burning, his face flushed and paled in rapid
I turned with him, and we walked back to the Grange, Alan quickening his pace as he went, till I almost had to run by his side. As we approached the dreaded26 room my sense of repulsion became almost unbearable27; but I was now infected by his excitement, though I but dimly comprehended its cause. We met no one on our way, and in a moment he had hurried me into the house, up the stairs, and along the narrow passage, and I was once more in the east room, and in the presence of all the memories of that accursed night. For an instant I stood strengthless, helpless, on the threshold, my gaze fixed28 panic-stricken on the spot where I had taken such awful part in that phantom29 tragedy of evil; then Alan threw his arm round me, and drew me hastily on in front of the cabinet. Without a pause, giving himself time neither to speak nor think, he stretched out his left hand and moved the buttons one after another. How or in what direction he moved them I know not; but as the last turned with a click, the doors, which no mortal hand had unclosed for three hundred years, flew back, and the cabinet stood open. I gave a little gasp30 of fear. Alan pressed his lips closely together, and turned to me with eager questioning in his eyes. I pointed31 in answer tremblingly at the drawer which I had seen open the night before. He drew it out, and there on its satin bed lay the dagger32 in its silver sheath. Still without a word he took it up, and reaching his right hand round me, for I could not now have stood had he withdrawn33 his support, with a swift strong jerk he unsheathed the blade. There in the clear autumn sunshine I could see the same dull stains I had marked in the flickering34 candle-light, and over them, still ruddy and moist, were the drops of my own half-dried blood. I grasped the lapel of his coat with both my hands, and clung to him like a child in terror, while the eyes of both of us remained fixed as if fascinated upon the knife-blade. Then, with a sudden start of memory, Alan raised his to the cornice of the cabinet, and mine followed. No change that I could detect had taken place in that twisted goldwork; but there, clear in the sight of us both, stood forth the words of the magic motto:
"Pure blood shed by the blood-stained knife
In low steady tones Alan read out the lines, and then there was silence—on my part of stunned36 bewilderment, the bewilderment of a spirit overwhelmed beyond the power of comprehension by rushing, conflicting emotions. Alan pressed me closer to him, while the silence seemed to throb37 with the beating of his heart and the panting of his breath. But except for that he remained motionless, gazing at the golden message before him. At length I felt a movement, and looking up saw his face turned down towards mine, the lips quivering, the cheeks flushed, the eyes soft with passionate38 feeling. "We are saved, my darling," he whispered; "saved, and through you." Then he bent his head lower, and there in that room of horror, I received the first long lover's kiss from my own dear husband's lips.
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My husband, yes; but not till some time after that. Alan's first act, when he had once fully39 realized that the curse was indeed removed, was—throwing his budding practice to the winds—to set sail for America. There he sought out Jack40, and labored41 hard to impart to him some of his own newfound hope. It was slow work, but he succeeded at last; and only left him when, two years later, he had handed him over to the charge of a bright-eyed Western girl, to whom the whole story had been told, and who showed herself ready and anxious to help in building up again the broken life of her English lover. To judge from the letters that we have since received, she has shown herself well fitted for the task. Among other things she has money, and Jack's worldly affairs have so prospered42 that George declares that he can well afford now to waste some of his superfluous43 cash upon farming a few of his elder brother's acres. The idea seems to smile upon Jack, and I have every hope this winter of being able to institute an actual comparison between our small boy, his namesake, and his own three- year-old Alan. The comparison, by the way, will have to be conditional44, for Jacket—the name by which my son and heir is familiarly known—is but a little more than two.
I turn my eyes for a moment, and they fall upon the northern corner of the East Room, which shows round the edge of the house. Then the skeleton leaps from the cupboard of my memory; the icy hand which lies ever near my soul grips it suddenly with a chill shudder45. Not for nothing was that wretched woman's life interwoven with my own, if only for an hour; not for nothing did my spirit harbor a conflict and an agony, which, thank God, are far from its own story. Though Margaret Mervyn's dagger failed to pierce my flesh, the wound in my soul may never wholly be healed. I know that that is so; and yet as I turn to start through the sunshine to the cedar46 shade and its laughing occupants, I whisper to myself with fervent47 conviction, "It was worth it."
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