The Abbess pondered, while the Duke, reclining in the opening of his hut, from which the screen had been drawn8 back that he might enjoy the air, had no more accurate notion of her thoughts than had the Lieutenant9's dog sleeping a few paces away. The missal had fallen from her hands and lay in her lap. Her eyes fixed on the green slope before her betrayed naught10 that was not dove-like; while the profound stillness of her form which permitted the Duke to gaze at will breathed only the peace of the cloister11 and the altar, the peace that no change of outward things can long disturb. Or so the Duke fancied; and eyeing her with secret rapture12, felt himself uplifted in her presence. He felt that here was a being congenial with his better self, and a beauty as far above the beauty to which he had been a slave all his life as his higher moods rose above his worst excesses.
He had gained strength in the three days which had elapsed since his arrival in the camp. He could now sit up for a short time and even stand, though giddily and with precaution. Nor were these the only changes which the short interval14 had produced. The Countess's spears, to the number of thirty, were here, and their presence augmented15 the safety of the Vicomte's party. But indirectly16, in so far as it fed the peasants' suspicions, it had a contrary effect. The Crocans submitted indeed to be drilled, sometimes by the Bat, sometimes by his master; and reasonable orders were not openly disobeyed. But the fear of treachery which a life-time of ill-usage had instilled17 was deepened by the presence of the Countess's men. The slightest movements on des Ageaux' part were scanned with jealousy18. If he conferred too long with the Villeneuves or the Countess men exchanged black looks, or muttered in their beards. If he strayed a hundred paces down the valley a score were at his heels. Nor were there wanting those who, moving secretly between the camp and the savage19 horde20 upon the hill--the Old Crocans, as they were called--kept these apprised21 of their doubts and fears.
To eyes that could see, the position was critical, even dangerous. Nor was it rendered more easy by a feat22 of M. de Vlaye's men, who, reconnoitring up to the gates one evening, cut off a dozen peasants. The morning light discovered the bodies of six of these hanged on a tree below the Old Crocans' station, and well within view from the ridge23 about the camp. That the disaster might not have occurred had des Ageaux been in his quarters, instead of being a virtual prisoner, went for nothing. He bore the blame, some even thought him privy24 to the matter. From that hour the gloom grew deeper. Everywhere, and at all times, the more fanatical or the more suspicious drew together in corners, and while simpler clowns cursed low or muttered of treachery, darker spirits whispered devilish plans. Those who had their eyes open noted25 the more frequent presence of the Old Crocans, who wandered by twos and threes through the camp; and though these, when des Ageaux' eye fell on them, fawned26 and cringed, or hastened to withdraw themselves, they spat27 when his back was turned, and with stealthy gestures they gave him to hideous28 deaths.
In a word, fear like a dark presence lay upon the camp; and to add to the prevailing29 irritation30, the heat was great. The giant earth-wall which permitted the Lieutenant to mature his plans and await his reinforcements shut out the evening breezes. Noon grilled32 his men as in a frying-pan; all night the air was hot and heavy. The peasants sighed for the cool streams of Brant?me and the voices of the frogs. The troopers, accustomed to lord it and impatient of discomfort33, were quick with word and hand, and prone34 to strike, when a blow was as dangerous as a light behind a powder screen. Without was Vlaye, within was fear; while, like ravens35 waiting for the carnage, the horde of Old Crocans on the hill looked down from their filthy36 eyrie.
No one knew better than the Abbess that the least thing might serve for a spark. And she pondered. Not for an hour since its birth had the plan she had imagined been out of her mind; and still--there was so much good in her, so much truth--she recoiled37. The two whom she doomed40, if she acted, were her enemies; and yet she hesitated. Her own safety, her father's, her sister's, the safety of all, those two excepted, was secured by the Rochechouart reinforcement. Only her enemies would perish, and perhaps the poor fool whose presence she must disclose. And yet she could not make up her mind. To do or not to do?
It might suffice to detach Joyeuse. But the time was short, and the Duke's opinion of her high; and she shrank from risking it by a premature41 move. He had placed her on a pinnacle42 and worshipped her: if she descended43 from the pinnacle he might worship no longer. Meantime, if she waited until his troopers rode in, and on their heels a second levy44 from Rochechouart, it might be too late to act, too late to detach him, too late to save Vlaye. To do or not to do?
A dozen paces from her, old Solomon was pouring garrulous45 inventions into the ear of the Countess's steward47; who, dull, faithful man, took all for granted, and gaped48 more widely at every lie. Insensibly her mind began to follow and take in the sense of their words.
"Six on one tree!" Solomon was saying, in the contemptuous tone of one to whom Montfaucon was an every-day affair. "'Tis nothing. You never saw the like at Rochechouart, say you? Perhaps not. Your lady is merciful."
"Three I have!"
"And who were they?" Solomon asked, with a sniff49 of contempt.
"Cattle-stealers. At least so it was said. But the wife of one came down next day and put it on another, and it was complained that they had suffered wrongfully. But three they were."
"Three?" Solomon's nose rose in scorn. "If you had seen the elm at Villeneuve in my lord's father's time! They were as acorns50 on an oak. Ay, they were! Fifteen in one forenoon."
"God ha' mercy on us!"
"And ten more when he had dined!"
"God ha' mercy on us!" Fulbert replied, staring in stricken surprise. "And what had they done?"
"Done?" Solomon answered, shrugging his shoulders after a careless fashion. "Just displeased51 him. And why should he not?" he continued, bristling52 up. "What worse could they do? Was he not lord of Villeneuve?"
And she was making a scruple of two lives. Of two lives that stood in her path! Still--life was life. But what was that they were saying now? Hang Vlaye? Hang--the Captain of Vlaye?
It was Solomon had the word; and this time the astonishment53 was on his side. "What is that you say?" he repeated. "Hang M. de Vlaye?"
"And why for not?" the steward replied doggedly54, his face red with passion, his dull intelligence sharpened by his lady's wrongs. "And why for not?"
Solomon was scandalised by the mere55 mention of it. Hang like any clod or clown a man who had been a constant visitor at his master's house! "Oh, but he--you don't hang such as he!" he retorted. "The Captain of Vlaye? Tut, tut! You are a fool!"
"A fool? Not I! They will hang him!"
"Tut, tut!"
"Wait until he speaks!" Fulbert replied, nodding mysteriously in the direction of the Lieutenant, who, at no great distance from the group, was watching a band of peasants at their drill. "When he speaks 'tis the King speaks. And when the King speaks, it is hang a man must, whoever he be!"
"Tut, tut!"
"Whoever he be!" Fulbert repeated with stolid56 obstinacy57. And then, "It is not for nothing," he added with a menacing gesture, "that a man stops the Countess of Rochechouart on the King's road! No, no!"
Not for nothing? No, and it is not for nothing, the Abbess cried in her heart, that you threaten the man I love with the death of a dog! Dogs yourselves! Dogs!
It was well that the Duke was not looking at her at that moment, for her heaving bosom58, her glowing eyes, the rush of colour to her face all betrayed the force of her passion. Hang him? Hang her lover? So that was what they were saying, thinking, planning behind her back, was it! That was the camp talk! That!
She could have borne it better had the Lieutenant proclaimed his aim aloud. It was the sedateness59 of his preparations, the slow stealth of his sap, the unswerving calmness of his approaches at which her soul revolted. The ceaseless drilling, the arming, the watch by day and night, all the life about her, every act, every thought had her lover's ruin for their aim, his death for their end! A loathing60, a horror seized her. She felt a net closing about her, a net that enmeshed her and fettered61 her, and threatened to hold her motionless and powerless, while they worked their will on him before her eyes!
But she could still break the net. She could still act. Two lives? What were two lives, lives of his enemies, in comparison of his life? At the thought a spring of savage passion welled up in her heart, and clouded her eyes. The die was cast. It remained only to do. To do!
But softly--softly. As she rose, having as yet no formed plan, a last doubt stayed her. It was not a doubt of his enemies' intentions, but of their power. He whose words had opened her eyes to their grim purpose was a dullard, almost an imbecile. He could be no judge of the means they possessed62, or of their chances of success. The swarm63 of unkempt, ill-armed peasants, who disgusted her eyes, the troop of spears, who even now barely sufficed to secure the safety of her party, what chance had they against M. de Vlaye and the four or five hundred men-at-arms who for years had lorded it over the marches of the province, and made themselves the terror of a country-side? Surely a small chance if it deserved the name. Surely she was permitting a shadow to frighten her.
"Something," the Duke murmured near her ear, "has interrupted the even current of your thoughts, mademoiselle. What is it, I pray?"
"I feel the heat," she answered, holding her hand to her brow, that behind its shelter she might recover her composure. "Do not you?"
"It is like an oven," he answered, "within these earth-walls."
"How I hate them!" she cried, unable to repress the spirit of irritation.
"Do you? Well, so do I," he replied. "But within them--it is nowhere cooler than here."
"I will put that to the proof, my lord," she returned with a smile. And, gliding64 from him, in spite of the effort he made to detain her, she crossed the grass to her father. Sinking on the sward beside his stool, she began to fan herself.
The Vicomte was in an ill-humour of some days' standing65; nor without reason. Dragged, will he nill he, from the house in which his whim66 had been law, he found himself not only without his comforts, but a cipher67 in the camp. Not once, but three or four times he had let his judgment68 be known, and he had looked to see it followed. He might have spoken to the winds. No one, not even his sons, though they listened respectfully, took heed70 of it. It followed that he saw himself exposed to dangers against which he was not allowed to guard himself, and to a catastrophe71 which he must await in inaction; while all he possessed stood risked on a venture that for him had neither interest nor motive72.
In such a position a man of easier temper and less vanity might be pardoned if he complained. For the Vicomte, fits of senile rage shook him two or three times a day. He learned what it was to be thwarted73: and if he hated any one or anything more than the filthy peasants on whom his breeding taught him to look with loathing, it was the man with whose success his safety was bound up, the man who had forced him into this ignominious74 position.
Of him he could believe no good. When the Abbess, after fanning herself in silence, mentioned the arrival of the Countess's troopers, and asked him if he thought that the Lieutenant was now strong enough to attack, he derided75 the notion.
"M. de Vlaye will blow this rabble76 to the winds," he said, with a contemptuous gesture. "We may grill31 here as long as we please, but the moment we show ourselves outside, pouf! It will be over! What can a handful of riders do against five hundred men as good as themselves?"
"But the peasants?" she suggested, willing to know the worst. "There are some hundreds of them."
"Food for steel!" he answered, with the same contemptuous pantomime.
"Then you think--we were wrong to come here?"
"I think, girl, that we were mad to come here. But not so mad," he continued spitefully, "as those who brought us!"
"Yet Charles thinks that the Governor of Périgord will prevail."
"Charles had his own neck in the noose," the Vicomte growled77, "and was glad of company. Since Coutras it is the young lead the old, and the issue you will see. Lieutenant of Périgord? What has the Lieutenant of Périgord or any other governor to do with canaille such as this?"
Odette heaved a sigh of relief and her face lightened. "It will be better so," she said softly. "M. de Vlaye knows, sir, that we had no desire to hurt him, and he will not reckon it against us."
The Vicomte fidgeted in his stool. "I wish I could think so," he answered with a groan78. "Curse him! Who is more to blame? If he had left the Countess alone, this would not have happened. They are no better one than the other! But what is this? Faugh!" And he spat on the ground.
There was excuse for his disgust. Across the open ground a group of men were making their way in the direction of the Lieutenant's quarters. They were the same men who had met him at the entrance on his return with the Abbess and Joyeuse: nor had the lapse13 of four or five days lessened79 the foulness81 of their aspect, or robbed them of the slinking yet savage bearing--as of beasts of prey82 half tamed--which bade beware of them. They shambled forward until they neared des Ageaux, who was writing at an improvised83 table not far from the Vicomte; then cringing84 they saluted85 him. Their eyes squinting86 this way and that from under matted locks--as if at a gesture they were ready to leap back--added to their beast-like appearance.
The Lieutenant's voice, as he asked the men with asperity87 what they needed, came clearly to the ears of the group about the Vicomte. But the Old Crocans' answer, expressed at length in a patois88 of the country, was not audible.
"Foul80 carrion89!" the Vicomte muttered. "What do they here?" while the Abbess and Bonne, who had joined her, contemplated90 them with eyes of shuddering91 dislike.
"What, indeed?" Bonne muttered, her cheek pale. She seemed to be unable to take her eyes from them. "They frighten me! Oh, I hope they will not be suffered to remain in the camp!"
"Is it that they wish?" the Vicomte asked.
"Yes, my lord," Solomon answered: he had gone forward, listened awhile and returned. "They say that eleven more of their people were surprised by Vlaye's men three hours ago, and cut to pieces. This is the second time it has happened. They think that they are no longer safe on the hill, and wish to join us."
"God forbid!" Bonne cried, with a strange insistence92.
The Abbess looked at her. "Why so frightened?" she said contemptuously. "One might suppose you were in greater danger than others, girl!"
Bonne did not answer, but her distended93 eyes betrayed the impression which the wretches94' appearance made on her. Nor when Charles--who was seldom off the ridge which was his special charge--remarked that after all a man was a man, and they had not too many, could she refrain from a word. "But not those!" she murmured. "Not those!"
Charles, who in these days saw more of the Bat than of any one else, shrugged95 his shoulders. "I shall be surprised if he does not receive them," he answered. "They are vermin and may give us trouble. But we must run the risk. If we are to succeed we must run some risks."
Not that risk, however, it appeared. For he had scarcely uttered the words when des Ageaux was seen to raise his hand, and point with stern meaning to the entrance. "No," he said, his voice high and clear. "Begone to your own and look to yourselves! You chose to go your own way and a bloody96 one! Now your blood be on your own heads! Here is no place for you, nor will I cover you!"
"My lord!" one cried in protest. "My lord, hear us!"
"No!" the Lieutenant replied harshly. "You had your warning and did not heed it! M. de Villeneuve, when he came to you, warned you, and I warned you. It was your own will to withdraw yourselves. You would have naught but blood. You would burn and kill! Now, on your own heads," he concluded with severity, "be your blood!"
They would have protested anew, but he dismissed them with a gesture which permitted no denial. And sullenly97, with stealthy gestures of menace, they retreated towards the entrance; and gabbling more loudly as they approached it, seemed to be imprecating vengeance98 on those who cast them out. In the gate they lingered awhile, turning about and scolding the man on guard. Then they passed out of sight, and were gone.
As the last of them disappeared des Ageaux, who had kept a vigilant99 eye on their retreat, approached the group about the Vicomte. The old man, though he approved the action, could not refrain from giving his temper vent46.
"You are sure that you can do without them," he said, with a sneer100. His shaking hand betrayed his dislike of the man to whom he spoke69.
"I believe I can," the Lieutenant answered. He spoke with unusual gravity, but the next moment a smile--smiles had been rare with him of late--curved the corners of his mouth. His eyes travelled from one to another, and in a low voice, but one that betrayed his relief, "I will tell you why, if you wish to know, M. le Vicomte."
"Why?"
Des Ageaux' smile grew broader, but his tone remained low. "Because I have news," he returned. "And it is good news. I have had word within the last hour that I may expect M. de Joyeuse's levies101 about nightfall to-morrow, and a day or two later a reinforcement beyond my hope--fifty men-at-arms whom the Governor of Agen has lent me, and fifty from my garrison102 of Périgueux. With those we should have enough--though not too many."
They received the news with words of congratulation or with grunts103 of disdain104, according as each felt about it. And all began to discuss the tidings, though still in the tone of caution which the Lieutenant's look enjoined105. One only was silent, and with averted106 face saw the cup of respite107 dashed from her lips. A hundred men beyond those looked for! Such an accession must change hope to certainty, hazard to surety. A few days would enable the Lieutenant to match rider for rider with Vlaye, and still boast a reserve of four or five hundred undisciplined allies. While jubilant voices hummed in her ears, and those whom she was ready to kill because they hated him rejoiced, the Abbess rose slowly and, detaching herself from the group, walked away.
No one followed her even with the eye; for the Duke, fatigued108, and a little hurt that she did not return, had retired109 into his quarters. Nor would the most watchful110 have learned much from her movements, or, unless jealous beyond the ordinary, have found aught to suspect in what she did.
She strolled very slowly along the foot of the slope, as if in pure idleness or to stretch limbs cramped111 by over-long sitting. Presently she came to some tethered horses, and stood and patted them, and looked them over; nor could any but the horses tell--and they could not speak--that while her hand was on them her eyes were roving the camp. Perhaps she found what she sought; perhaps it was chance only that guided her steps in the direction of the tall young man with pale eyes, whose violence had raised him to a certain leadership among the peasants.
It must have been chance, for when she reached his neighbourhood she did not address him. She stooped and--what could be more womanly or more natural?--she spoke to a naked child that rolled on the trampled112 turf within arm's length of him. What she said--in French or patois, or that infant language of which no woman's tongue is ignorant--the baby could not say, for, like the horses, it could not speak. Yet it must have found something unusual in her face, for it cowered113 from her, as in terror. And what she said could have no interest for the man who lounged near, though he seemed disturbed by it.
She toyed with the shrinking child a moment, then turned and walked slowly back to the Vicomte's quarters. Her manner was careless, but her face was pale. No wonder. For she had taken a step--and she knew it--which she could never retrace114. She had done that which she could not undo115. Between her and Bonne and Roger and Charles was a gulf116 henceforth, though they might not know it. And the Duke? She winced117 a little, recognising more plainly than before how far she stood below the notion he had of her.
Yet she felt no remorse118. On the contrary, the uppermost feeling in her mind--and it ran riot there--was a stormy exultation119. They who had dragged her at their chariot wheels would learn that in forcing her to take part against her lover they had made the most fatal of mistakes. They triumphed now. They counted on sure success now. They thought to hang him, as they would hang any low-bred thief! Very good! Let them wait until morning, and talk then of hanging!
Once or twice, indeed, in the afternoon she was visited by misgivings120. The man she had seen was a mere savage; he might not have understood. Or he might betray her, though that could hurt her little since no one would believe him. Or the peasants, though wrought121 to fury, might recoil38 at the last like the cowards they were!
But these and the like doubts arose not from compunction, but from mistrust. Compunction was to come later, when evening fell and from the door of the Duke's quarters she viewed the scene, now familiar, of the hostages' departure in the dusk--saw the horses drawn up and the two whom she was dooming122 in act to mount. It was then that a sudden horror of what she was about seized her--she was young, a mere girl--and she rose with a stifled123 cry from her stool. It was not yet too late. A cry, a word would save them. Would save them still! Impulsively124 she moved a pace towards them, intending--ay, for a moment, intending to say that word.
But she stopped. A word would save them, but--she was forgetting--it would doom39 her lover! And on that thought, and to reinforce it, there rose before her mind's eye the pale puling features of the Countess--her rival! Was she to be put aside for a thing like that? Was it to such a half-formed child as that she must surrender her lover? She pressed her hands together, and, returning to her seat, she turned it about that her eyes might not see them as they went through the dusk.
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