“The best of matins to you, Sanctissima,” he said. “I trust that you are rid of your sins as easily as you are rid of those weeds.”
Denise rose to her feet, his scoffing5 voice bringing the colour to her face. The look in Gaillard’s eyes made her hate him, a jeering6, masterful, boastful look that showed that he was insolently7 sure of himself, and knew how to play the bully9 on occasions.
“What would you, messire?” and she felt her face hot under the man’s eyes.
Gaillard stared her over, as though he had no high opinion of women, and especially of those who were comely10 and yet pretended to be righteous.
“Holy Sister,” and his eyes looked beyond her towards the cell, “why do you shut your door so close of a May morning?”
His red eyes flashed down at her again, and Denise, with a fierce burning of the cheeks, felt that he was watching her, and that her secret might hang upon the tremor12 of a word.
“You are curious over trifles,” she said curtly13. “I live alone here after my own fashion. What would you with all your dogs and men?”
Gaillard heeled his horse close to the gate. Count Peter, Etoile, and all their company watched and waited.
Denise did not stir.
“Come now, saint of the beech15 woods, put your pride aside, and let us talk together. And keep those eyes of yours from anger. It may be that I can give service for service.”
He spoke16 softly to her, almost suggestively, but Denise hated his smoothness more than his insolence17.
“I do not understand you, messire,” she said.
Gaillard’s eyes grew keen and greedy.
“Such a woman as you, my lady, should not be rash in refusing courtesies. Now, if I ask you to open yonder door?”
“Say what you please,” she said. “Men fled through the wood here before you came. But I have not meddled19 in your affairs.”
He tossed his head back suddenly and laughed, so that Denise saw the red roof of his mouth above his smooth, strong, shining chin.
“Sister, do they write of such things in heaven? Clerks tell us a tale that whenever a cock crowed, St. Peter was seized with a spasm20 of coughing. Who is it that you are hiding, yonder?”
Denise stood dumb before him. The man’s face mocked her like the face of a mocking Faun.
“I have no answer for you, messire,” she said. “Go back to those who sent you, and to your horns and your dogs.”
She turned slowly, meaning to reach the cell and bar the door, hoping the last hope that these people would ride on and leave her in peace. But Gaillard was too shrewd to be cheated thus. He struck his horse with the spurs, set him at the low fence, cleared it, and trampling21 the garden under foot, put himself between Denise and the cell.
“A capture, a capture!”
He laughed down in Denise’s face, as he waved his sword to those who were waiting on the fringes of the beech wood.
The flash of the Gascon’s sword brought the whole rout22 swarming23 down upon the place, dogs, men, and horses, fur, steel and colour. The wattle fence went down before them; the herbs and the spring flowers were trampled24 into the soil. A horse plunged25 and reared close beside Denise, so that she had a glimpse of a black muzzle26 with the teeth showing, and soaring hoofs27 ready to crush her to the earth. Some unknown hand thrust her roughly aside, when a hound sprang at her, and was dragged back snarling29 on the end of a leash30. Suddenly in the whirl of it she found Gaillard beside her on his horse, pushing the beast forward so as to shelter her from the rout that had stormed in as though half Waleran’s rebels held the hermitage.
“Back, fools,” and he struck at some of them with the flat of his sword. “Out, out! Who called for a charge?”
He turned his horse this way and that, driving the men back, and clearing a space about the cell.
“Roland, on guard there, man, by the door. Stand to your arms, sirs; am I captain of a drove of swine?”
There was something fine in the way he wheeled his great horse to and fro, driving men and dogs like so many sheep. Denise, her hair falling upon her shoulders, drew back towards the cell, her senses dazed for the moment by all this violence and roughness.
The crowd of armed men parted suddenly, and through the gap between their swords and lances came riding the woman on the milk-white horse, haughty31, yet smiling, her bow across her knees. Peter of Savoy rode close beside her, a quiet, noiseless man, whose cold eyes were more dangerous than a dozen swords. Gaillard wheeled towards them, touching32 his horse with the spur so that the beast caracoled and showed off his lord’s masterfulness in the saddle.
“What have we here, my friend? The lady in the grey gown looks as though she would kill you an she could.”
Gaillard laughed, and glanced at Etoile.
“That is our Lady of the Woods, sire, a saint whom the boors34 worship. Yet I might swear that she has more than her scourge35, her stone bed, and her cross in that cell.”
Etoile’s black eyes covered Denise.
“Does a saint carry such a fleece of hair,” she sneered36. “This man-chase pleases me better and better, sire. See how Madame Dorcas is standing38 on live coals!”
“Have the door opened, sire, and let us see what her man is like.”
Peter of Savoy glanced shrewdly at Etoile.
“How fair women love one another! Rosamond’s cup is always ready to the hand.”
Denise had drawn41 back close to the door of the cell, and stood leaning against the wall under the shadow of the overhanging thatch42. Her hair seemed to burn under that band of shade like stormy sunlight under a ragged28 cloud. Her hands were folded over her bosom43, her brown eyes fixed on the white forehead of Etoile’s horse. There was no furtiveness44 about her face, no flickering45 of a half confessed shame. The open space between her and Gaillard’s men seemed to symbolise something, perhaps an awe46 of her that made these rough men of the sword hold back.
“Perhaps our Holy Sister will satisfy us with an oath,” she said. “For the lips of a saint cannot utter a lie.”
Denise answered her nothing, and Etoile’s face darkened maliciously48 under her golden caul.
His eyes gleamed at her.
“A star is made wise by the stars; I keep an open mind.”
“Then have the door opened, and let us see whether this good woman cannot hide a lover.”
Peter of Savoy nodded towards the cell, and Gaillard wheeled his horse, catching50 a glimpse of Denise’s white and waiting face.
“Roland, Jean, Guillaume!”
His strident voice rang out. The three men stood forward with their eyes fixed on him. Gaillard pointed with his sword to the door of the cell.
“Open it.”
They turned to obey him, one of the fellows forcing the door back with the point of his sword, all three of them upon the alert with their shields forward as though expecting the rush of armed men.
The door had swung back showing nothing but a shadowy interior, a dark and deep recess51 in the midst of the day’s sunlight. The three men craned their heads over their shields. Gaillard heeled his horse forward, and ordered the men aside. Stooping low in the saddle he looked into the cell, his face lean and intent, his eyes like the eyes of a suspicious dog. At first he could distinguish nothing. Then he laughed very softly, straightened in the saddle, and looked down at Denise.
“Perhaps, Sister, your bed works miracles!” he said.
He laughed a little more loudly, his mouth mocking her, his eyes sparkling over the humbling52 of her pride. The three men began to laugh also. The pother seemed as infectious as the cackling in a farmyard; the dogs opened their mouths, and bayed; the wood became full of stupid, Bacchic mirth.
“Here is a quaint54 tale,” she said. “Who is it, the lord of Goldspur, did someone say? She has prayed over him like a saint!”
The woman’s shrill55 laughter stung Denise like the lash11 of a whip. Her lips moved, but she said nothing.
They were all laughing, and looking upon Denise when a man appeared in the doorway56 of the cell. He was unarmed, with reddened bandages about one shoulder, and his white face blazed out from the shadows as though all the wrath57 in the world burnt like a torch behind his eyes. There was something so grim and scornful about that face that the men nearest him fell back, silenced, repulsed58, crowding upon one another.
Aymery came out into the sunlight. He looked right and left, his eyes sweeping59 the circle of rough faces, and leaving on each the mark of his sharp contempt. Gaillard alone had a smile upon his face. He sat in the saddle with his sword over his shoulder, and pouted60 out his lips as though to whistle. Denise had not turned her head. Yet it was as though she were trying to look at Aymery without betraying the quest of her brown eyes, for Etoile was watching her with a sneer37 lifting the corners of her mouth.
Aymery glanced up at the Gascon, and then beyond him towards Lord Peter and the lady.
Gaillard laughed aloud.
“It is our friend who ran away from us two nights ago,” he said. “I hope you were happy, sir, hiding under a lady’s bed.”
Aymery’s knees shook under him, and his eyes had turned to grey steel.
“If your heart and mouth are foul,” he said, “make no boast thereof, my hireling. God give me the chance some day, and I will choke you with those words.”
He held his head high, and looked Gaillard in the eyes. But the strength was ebbing61 from him; he had lost more blood. Two of the Gascon’s men caught him by the arms as he began to totter62.
Etoile touched Count Peter with her bow.
“The man has courage in him. We have bated him enough.”
The lord of the castles smiled like a cynic.
“We men are so deserving of pity, we are such fine fellows! Lend him your horse, my desire!”
Peter of Savoy laid a hand over his heart, looking at Etoile under half-closed lids as though she were a child to be humoured. He gave Gaillard his orders. A spare horse was led forward, and Aymery lifted into the saddle. He held to the pommel with both hands, trying to steady himself, a confusion of faces before his eyes.
“Wine, and I shall not hinder you.”
A horn set with silver and closed with an ivory lid, passed from hand to hand. It had come from the wallet that hung from Etoile’s saddle. A soldier held it to Aymery’s mouth, steadying him with one arm. Aymery drank, his hand shaking, so that the red wine stained his chin.
“Thanks, friend, for that.”
He gave the horn back again, raised his head, and looked round him for Denise. She was still leaning against the wall of the cell. Their eyes met for a moment in one quick look that left sadness and joy and pain in the hearts of both.
Gaillard’s voice rang out. A horn screamed. Dogs, men, and horses moved suddenly like a crowd that has been held behind a barrier. Etoile remained motionless upon her horse, watching the men pass by her with Aymery in their midst. Already Gaillard’s red surcoat beaconed towards the gloom of the beech wood, the sun shining upon it so that it looked the colour of blood.
Peter of Savoy loitered beyond the trampled garden, waiting for Etoile, and wondering what whim63 kept her near the cell. The men had streamed away before she turned her horse and walked the beast slowly past Denise. And she stared at Denise boldly as she passed, her black eyes mocking her from the vantage of her horse.
“Sweet dreams to you, Holy Sister!” she said.
And she rode on laughing, and leapt her horse over the wattle fence.
Denise stood there motionless, her face bleak64 and cold, her eyes looking into the distance as though they saw and understood nothing. Suddenly her face blazed with a rush of blood. She hung her head, and seemed to be praying.
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bully
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spoke
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innocence
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meddled
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spasm
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trampled
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muzzle
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hoofs
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snarling
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haughty
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furtiveness
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