“My darling,” he whispered, “tell me that all is well with you—that you are unhurt!”
“Oh, Amory, why did you come? Why did you come, Amory? Oh, I think I could have borne anything, but if they hurt you I could not bear that.”
“How could I stay behind when I knew that you were in their hands? I should have gone mad!”
“Ah, it was my one consolation8 to think that you were safe.”
“No, no, we have gone through so much together that we cannot part now. What is death, Adele? Why should we be afraid of it?”
“I am not afraid of it.”
“And I am not afraid of it. Things will come about as God wills it, and what He wills must in the end be the best. If we live, then we have this memory in common. If we die, then we go hand-inhand into another life. Courage, my own, all will be well with us.”
“Tell me, monsieur,” said Onega, “is my lord still living?”
“Yes, he is alive and well.”
“It is good. He is a great chief, and I have never been sorry, not even now, that I have wedded9 with one who was not of my own people. But ah, my son! Who shall give my son back to me? He was like the young sapling, so straight and so strong! Who could run with him, or leap with him, or swim with him? Ere that sun shines again we shall all be dead, and my heart is glad, for I shall see my boy once more.”
The Iroquois paddles had bent10 to their work until a good ten miles lay between them and Sainte Marie. Then they ran the canoe into a little creek11 upon their own side of the river, and sprang out of her, dragging the prisoners after them. The canoe was carried on the shoulders of eight men some distance into the wood, where they concealed12 it between two fallen trees, heaping a litter of branches over it to screen it from view. Then, after a short council, they started through the forest, walking in single file, with their three prisoners in the middle. There were fifteen warriors in all, eight in front and seven behind, all armed with muskets13 and as swift-footed as deer, so that escape was out of the question. They could but follow on, and wait in patience for whatever might befall them.
All day they pursued their dreary14 march, picking their way through vast morasses15, skirting the borders of blue woodland lakes where the gray stork16 flapped heavily up from the reeds at their approach, or plunging17 into dark belts of woodland where it is always twilight18, and where the falling of the wild chestnuts19 and the chatter20 of the squirrels a hundred feet above their heads were the only sounds which broke the silence. Onega had the endurance of the Indians themselves, but Adele, in spite of her former journeys, was footsore and weary before evening. It was a relief to De Catinat, therefore, when the red glow of a great fire beat suddenly through the tree-trunks, and they came upon an Indian camp in which was assembled the greater part of the war-party which had been driven from Sainte Marie. Here, too, were a number of the squaws who had come from the Mohawk and Cayuga villages in order to be nearer to the warriors. Wigwams had been erected22 all round in a circle, and before each of them were the fires with kettles slung23 upon a tripod of sticks in which the evening meal was being cooked. In the centre of all was a very fierce fire which had been made of brushwood placed in a circle, so as to leave a clear space of twelve feet in the middle. A pole stood up in the centre of this clearing, and something all mottled with red and black was tied up against it. De Catinat stepped swiftly in front of Adele that she might not see the dreadful thing, but he was too late. She shuddered24, and drew a quick breath between her pale lips, but no sound escaped her.
“They have begun already, then,” said Onega composedly. “Well, it will be our turn next, and we shall show them that we know how to die.”
“They have not ill-used us yet,” said De Catinat. “Perhaps they will keep us for ransom25 or exchange.”
The Indian woman shook her head. “Do not deceive yourself by any such hope,” said she. “When they are as gentle as they have been with you it is ever a sign that you are reserved for the torture. Your wife will be married to one of their chiefs, but you and I must die, for you are a warrior3, and I am too old for a squaw.”
Married to an Iroquois! Those dreadful words shot a pang26 through both their hearts which no thought of death could have done. De Catinat’s head dropped forward upon his chest, and he staggered and would have fallen had Adele not caught him by the arm.
“Do not fear, dear Amory,” she whispered. “Other things may happen but not that, for I swear to you that I shall not survive you. No, it may be sin or it may not, but if death will not come to me, I will go to it.”
De Catinat looked down at the gentle face which had set now into the hard lines of an immutable27 resolve. He knew that it would be as she had said, and that, come what might, that last outrage28 would not befall them. Could he ever have believed that the time would come when it would send a thrill of joy through his heart to know that his wife would die?
As they entered the Iroquois village the squaws and warriors had rushed towards them, and they passed through a double line of hideous29 faces which jeered30 and jibed31 and howled at them as they passed. Their escort led them through this rabble32 and conducted them to a hut which stood apart. It was empty, save for some willow33 fishing-nets hanging at the side, and a heap of pumpkins34 stored in the corner.
“The chiefs will come and will decide upon what is to be done with us,” said Onega. “Here they are coming now, and you will soon see that I am right, for I know the ways of my own people.”
An instant later an old war-chief, accompanied by two younger braves and by the bearded half-Dutch Iroquois who had led the attack upon the manor-house, strolled over and stood in the doorway35, looking in at the prisoners, and shooting little guttural sentences at each other. The totems of the Hawk21, the Wolf, the Bear, and the Snake showed that they each represented one of the great families of the Nation. The Bastard36 was smoking a stone pipe, and yet it was he who talked the most, arguing apparently37 with one of the younger savages38, who seemed to come round at last to his opinion. Finally the old chief said a few short stern words, and the matter appeared to be settled.
“And you, you beldame,” said the Bastard in French to the Iroquois woman, “you will have a lesson this night which will teach you to side against your own people.”
“You half-bred mongrel,” replied the fearless old woman, “you should take that hat from your head when you speak to one in whose veins40 runs the best blood of the Onondagas. You a warrior? You who, with a thousand at your back, could not make your way into a little house with a few poor husbandmen within it! It is no wonder that your father’s people have cast you out! Go back and work at the beads41, or play at the game of plum-stones, for some day in the woods you might meet with a man, and so bring disgrace upon the nation which has taken you in!”
The evil face of the Bastard grew livid as he listened to the scornful words which were hissed42 at him by the captive. He strode across to her, and taking her hand he thrust her forefinger43 into the burning bowl of his pipe. She made no effort to remove it, but sat with a perfectly44 set face for a minute or more, looking out through the open door at the evening sunlight and the little groups of chattering45 Indians. He had watched her keenly in the hope of hearing a cry, or seeing some spasm46 of agony upon her face, but at last, with a curse, he dashed down her hand and strode from the hut. She thrust her charred47 finger into her bosom48 and laughed.
“He is a good-for-nought!” she cried. “He does not even know how to torture. Now, I could have got a cry out of him. I am sure of it. But you—monsieur, you are very white!”
“It was the sight of such a hellish deed. Ah, if we were but set face to face, I with my sword, he with what weapon he chose, by God, he should pay for it with his heart’s blood.”
The Indian woman seemed surprised. “It is strange to me,” she said, “that you should think of what befalls me when you are yourselves under the same shadow. But our fate will be as I said.”
“Ah!”
“You and I are to die at the stake. She is to be given to the dog who has left us.”
“Ah!”
“Adele! Adele! What shall I do!” He tore his hair in his helplessness and distraction49.
“No, no, fear not, Amory, for my heart will not fail me. What is the pang of death if it binds50 us together?”
“The younger chief pleaded for you, saying that the Mitche Manitou had stricken you with madness, as could be seen by your swimming to their canoe, and that a blight51 would fall upon the nation if you were led to the stake. But this Bastard said that love came often like madness among the pale-faces, and that it was that alone which had driven you. Then it was agreed that you should die and that she should go to his wigwam, since he had led the war-party. As for me, their hearts were bitter against me, and I also am to die by the pine splinters.”
De Catinat breathed a prayer that he might meet his fate like a soldier and a gentleman.
“When is it to be?” he asked.
“Now! At once! They have gone to make all ready! But you have time yet, for I am to go first.”
“Amory, Amory, could we not die together now?” cried Adele, throwing her arms round her husband. “If it be sin, it is surely a sin which will be forgiven us. Let us go, dear. Let us leave these dreadful people and this cruel world and turn where we shall find peace.”
The Indian woman’s eyes flashed with satisfaction.
“You have spoken well, White Lily,” said she. “Why should you wait until it is their pleasure to pluck you. See, already the glare of their fire beats upon the tree-trunks, and you can hear the howlings of those who thirst for your blood. If you die by your own hands, they will be robbed of their spectacle, and their chief will have lost his bride. So you will be the victors in the end, and they the vanquished52. You have said rightly, White Lily. There lies the only path for you!”
“But how to take it?”
Onega glanced keenly at the two warriors who stood as sentinels at the door of the hut. They had turned away, absorbed in the horrible preparations which were going on. Then she rummaged53 deeply within the folds of her loose gown and pulled out a small pistol with two brass54 barrels and double triggers in the form of winged dragons. It was only a toy to look at, all carved and scrolled55 and graven with the choicest work of the Paris gunsmith. For its beauty the seigneur had bought it at his last visit to Quebec, and yet it might be useful, too, and it was loaded in both barrels.
“I meant to use it on myself,” said she, as she slipped it into the hand of De Catinat. “But now I am minded to show them that I can die as an Onondaga should die, and that I am worthy56 to have the blood of their chiefs in my veins. Take it, for I swear that I will not use it myself, unless it be to fire both bullets into that Bastard’s heart.”
A flush of joy shot over De Catinat as his fingers closed round the pistol. Here was indeed a key to unlock the gates of peace. Adele laid her cheek against his shoulder and laughed with pleasure.
“You will forgive me, dear,” he whispered.
“Forgive you! I bless you, and love you with my whole heart and soul. Clasp me close, darling, and say one prayer before you do it.”
They had sunk on their knees together when three warriors entered the hut and said a few abrupt57 words to their country-woman. She rose with a smile.
“They are waiting for me,” said she. “You shall see, White Lily, and you also, monsieur, how well I know what is due to my position. Farewell, and remember Onega!”
She smiled again, and walked from the hut amidst the warriors with the quick firm step of a queen who sweeps to a throne.
“Now, Amory!” whispered Adele, closing her eyes, and nestling still closer to him.
He raised the pistol, and then, with a quick sudden intaking of the breath, he dropped it, and knelt with glaring eyes looking up at a tree which faced the open door of the hut.
It was a beech-tree, exceedingly old and gnarled, with its bark hanging down in strips and its whole trunk spotted58 with moss59 and mould. Some ten feet above the ground the main trunk divided into two, and in the fork thus formed a hand had suddenly appeared, a large reddish hand, which shook frantically60 from side to side in passionate61 dissuasion62. The next instant, as the two captives still stared in amazement63, the hand disappeared behind the trunk again and a face appeared in its place, which still shook from side to side as resolutely64 as its forerunner65. It was impossible to mistake that mahogany, wrinkled skin, the huge bristling66 eyebrows67, or the little glistening68 eyes. It was Captain Ephraim Savage39 of Boston!
And even as they stared and wondered a sudden shrill69 whistle burst out from the depths of the forest, and in a moment every bush and thicket70 and patch of brushwood were spouting71 fire and smoke, while the snarl72 of the musketry ran round the whole glade73, and the storm of bullets whizzed and pelted74 among the yelling savages. The Iroquois’ sentinels had been drawn75 in by their bloodthirsty craving76 to see the prisoners die, and now the Canadians were upon them, and they were hemmed77 in by a ring of fire. First one way and then another they rushed, to be met always by the same blast of death, until finding at last some gap in the attack they streamed through, like sheep through a broken fence, and rushed madly away through the forest, with the bullets of their pursuers still singing about their ears, until the whistle sounded again to recall the woodsmen from the chase.
But there was one savage who had found work to do before he fled. The Flemish Bastard had preferred his vengeance78 to his safety! Rushing at Onega, he buried his tomahawk in her brain, and then, yelling his war-cry, he waved the blood-stained weapon above his head, and flew into the hut where the prisoners still knelt. De Catinat saw him coming, and a mad joy glistened79 in his eyes. He rose to meet him, and as he rushed in he fired both barrels of his pistol into the Bastard’s face. An instant later a swarm80 of Canadians had rushed over the writhing81 bodies, the captives felt warm friendly hands which grasped their own, and looking upon the smiling, well-known faces of Amos Green, Savage, and Du Lhut, they knew that peace had come to them at last.
And so the refugees came to the end of the toils82 of their journey, for that winter was spent by them in peace at Fort St. Louis, and in the spring, the Iroquois having carried the war to the Upper St. Lawrence, the travellers were able to descend83 into the English provinces, and so to make their way down the Hudson to New York, where a warm welcome awaited them from the family of Amos Green. The friendship between the two men was now so cemented together by common memories and common danger that they soon became partners in fur-trading, and the name of the Frenchman came at last to be as familiar in the mountains of Maine and on the slopes of the Alleghanies as it had once been in the salons84 and corridors of Versailles. In time De Catinat built a house on Staten Island, where many of his fellow-refugees had settled, and much of what he won from his fur-trading was spent in the endeavour to help his struggling Huguenot brothers. Amos Green had married a Dutch maiden85 of Schenectady, and as Adele and she became inseparable friends, the marriage served to draw closer the ties of love which held the two families together.
As to Captain Ephraim Savage, he returned safely to his beloved Boston, where he fulfilled his ambition by building himself a fair brick house upon the rising ground in the northern part of the city, whence he could look down both upon the shipping86 in the river and the bay. There he lived, much respected by his townsfolk, who made him selectman and alderman, and gave him the command of a goodly ship when Sir William Phips made his attack upon Quebec, and found that the old Lion Frontenac was not to be driven from his lair87. So, honoured by all, the old seaman88 lived to an age which carried him deep into the next century, when he could already see with his dim eyes something of the growing greatness of his country.
The manor-house of Sainte Marie was soon restored to its former prosperity, but its seigneur was from the day that he lost his wife and son a changed man. He grew leaner, fiercer, less human, forever heading parties which made their way into the Iroquois woods and which outrivalled the savages themselves in the terrible nature of their deeds. A day came at last when he sallied out upon one of these expeditions, from which neither he nor any of his men ever returned. Many a terrible secret is hid by those silent woods, and the fate of Charles de la Noue, Seigneur de Sainte Marie, is among them.
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