Marpasse was very wide awake. She looked narrowly at Denise, and rolled to the side on one elbow so as to be nearer.
“We have our chance now, are you strong enough?”
Denise’s dull eyes brightened, and she moistened her lips with her tongue.
“If we only had water! What can we do—here, Marpasse, with the men all round us?”
Marpasse gave her the stone bottle of wine that Gaillard had sent them that morning.
“Drink,” she said in a loud voice, “nothing like wine on a dusty road. Heigh-ho, I shall soon be sleepy,” and she rolled on her back so that she touched Denise, and stretched her arms and yawned.
“Listen,” she said in a whisper, “there is that wood yonder, I have my plan,” and she went on speaking softly to Denise, and still stretching and yawning as though there was nothing hazardous5 to be considered.
It was plodding6 along an endless road, with aching feet, and gloom in her heart, that had made Denise’s courage droop7 for the moment. Above all it was the hopelessness that had tired her. Marpasse’s words were as warm and as heartening as strong wine. The spark fell on the tinder and red life began to run again through Denise’s being.
“I am strong enough, Marpasse.”
Marpasse seized her hand, and pretended to bite it, like a dog at play.
“Don’t look red and eager, my dear. Limp, as though you had worn your feet to the bone. Now, good St. George, bless all fools!”
Marpasse jumped up, and crossed the road to where the two men-at-arms who had charge of them were making a meal. She spoke8 to them jauntily9, her hands on her hips10, her brown face insolent11 and laughing, her eyes unabashed. The men laughed in turn, and nodded. Marpasse recrossed the road, held out a hand to Denise, and pulled her roughly to her feet. Marpasse put an arm about Denise, and Denise, prompted by her comrade, limped as she walked, and leant her weight upon Marpasse.
Fifty yards from the road was a patch of scrub that jutted12 out like a pointed13 beard from the broad chin of an oak wood. Marpasse and Denise went slowly towards the trees, thinking each moment that they would hear some voice calling them back roughly to the road. Marpasse felt Denise straining forward instinctively14 upon her arm. She was breathing rapidly like one in a fever.
They reached the scrub, and skirting it, came to the ditch that bounded the wood. Marpasse still kept her arm about Denise.
“Gently, sister, gently; it would be a shame to spoil everything by bolting like a hare. Be sure, our friends behind are watching us.”
Marpasse turned her head to look.
“Curses!” and the strain of the moment showed in her impatience15, “one of the fools is strolling after us. We cannot go far with only our shadows for company. Over! No muddy shoes this time.”
They were across the ditch, and on the edge of the wood, Marpasse still holding Denise as they went in amid the trees. She kept looking back till the open land and the sky were shut out by the dense16 lattice work of the boughs17. The men had not followed them across the ditch, and Marpasse blessed their luck when she saw that the underwood had been cut that winter so that it would be quicker running between the stubs. Only the dead leaves troubled Marpasse, rustling18 and crackling under their feet.
“Now for it, run, run!”
She let go of Denise, and they gathered up their skirts and started off, scudding19 between the tree boles, never stopping to look back. Denise did not feel her feet under her. The brown leaves, the coarse grass, and the wild flowers were like so much water over which she seemed to skim, yet not so swiftly as her fear fled. She was quicker than Marpasse, because her passion to escape burnt at a greater heat. Marpasse had torn her skirt on a stub and was panting when they came to the farther edge of the wood.
They paused a moment, and stood listening, and could hear the confused hum of the host like the humming of bees. A meadow lay before them, bounded by a second wood that towered up the steep slope of a hill. Against the blue a lark20 hung with quivering wings, and quivering song. As they stood listening a shout rose in the deeps of the wood behind them. Denise was off like a deer, her whole soul quivering like the wings of the lark overhead. Marpasse stayed a second to pull up a stocking that had slipped to her ankle, and then ran on after Denise across the meadow.
They were close to the outstanding trees of the second wood, when Denise looked back and saw that they were followed. The two men-at-arms who had had the guarding of them had been too shrewd to go beating through the trees on foot when they had begun to suspect Marpasse of playing a trick on them. They had mounted their horses, and ridden different ways so as to circle the wood and gain a view of the two vixens when they took to the open.
Marpasse cursed them for their pains.
“Another minute, and we should have been out of sight,” she said; “we may yet trick them in the wood.”
They kept together now, labouring uphill with faces that began to betray distress21. Marpasse had a stitch in her side, her stockings were at her ankles, and her hair over her shoulders. They could hear the men shouting, but paid no heed22 to it, for if there were but thicker cover on the other side of the hill, they might take to it and escape.
As they topped the slope they heard the trampling23 of horses in the valley behind them. Marpasse looked eagerly to right and left, and an angry cry escaped her, for a wood of great forest trees dipped gently away from them, the trunks pillaring broad aisles24 that were carpeted with sleek25 and brilliant sward. A man could see through the wood as though looking along the aisles of a church, where children could do no more than play hide-and-seek round the piers26 and pillars.
“No luck for us! They can ride us down here almost as well as in a meadow.”
Denise caught Marpasse’s arm.
“The knife, Marpasse; give it me.”
Marpasse was panting, one hand at her side.
“No, no, not that, my dear!”
“I will not be taken alive, Marpasse. Give me the knife, and run. They will not trouble you when they find me here.”
Marpasse drew Denise behind the trunk of a great tree, for she had seen a helmet come up over the edge of the hill, to be followed by the tossing mane of a horse.
Marpasse took Denise in her arms.
“My sister,” and she was greatly moved, “take it not to heart. In a week, or a month, it may seem different.”
But Denise was in earnest as her white face showed.
“No, no, Marpasse, I cannot. Give me the knife.”
Marpasse fumbled27 for it, great passionate28 tears rushing to her eyes. Had she not once passed through the same pain, and shirked the crisis, only to become a stroller and a courtesan! Denise had a more sensitive surface, a deeper courage. Yet Marpasse’s heart cried out against the thing.
The two men were close upon them now, riding slowly and at some distance from one another so that the two women should not play hide and seek behind the trees. Marpasse turned her head away as she gave Denise the knife.
“My sister, am I wrong in this?”
Denise caught her, and kissed her on the mouth.
“Truest of friends, go, now. It will not be so hard to end it, for I am very tired.”
Marpasse broke away with a spasm29 of the throat. The thought seized her suddenly that by running she might draw the men away from Denise. Yet she had not gone three steps before her wet eyes saw something that made her start, and then stand like a deer at gaze.
What Marpasse saw was a knight30 on a black horse riding up furiously through the wood. He was bending low in the saddle behind his shield, with spear feutered, and the steel mass of his great helmet flashing in the sunlight that sifted31 through the trees. His horse seemed to gallop32 almost silently over the soft turf. Yet he came on like the wind, and with no doubtful intent.
Marpasse whipped round, and ran back to Denise.
“Not death yet,” she said, “nor the devil either, pray God.”
There was the thud of hoofs33 on the soft turf of the woodland rides, and the two women saw the man on the black horse go by at the gallop, bending low behind his shield. Marpasse stood out to watch him, her mouth wide open as though howling a blessing34. She saw one of Gaillard’s men kicking his heels into his horse’s flanks as though to gather speed against the shock of that feutered spear. The knight on the black horse was on him before the fellow could gain much ground. Marpasse saw a spear break in the middle, and a body go twisting over the grass like a bird with an arrow through it, while the dead man’s horse went off at a canter.
Marpasse caught Denise by the hand, and drew her from behind the tree.
“Glory of God, my dear,” and her eyes glistened35, but not with tears, “Lord, how I love a lusty fighter. Here is a man who can strike a blow. And here are we like damoiselles in a French romance, my dear. Save us, Sir Launcelot, or Sir Tristan of Lyonnesse, whatever your name may be! La, I could kiss you for being so lusty!”
The second of Gaillard’s men had ridden in to help his comrade. Swords were out, and sweeping36 in gyres of light under the boughs of the oak trees. But he of the black horse set about Gaillard’s man as though he were thrashing corn. There was only one sword at work so far as the issue was concerned.
Denise looked on with dull eyes, and feverish37 face. It was like a violent dream to her, those struggling figures, and the body lying there thrust through with the broken spear. Marpasse was dancing from foot to foot, her brown face flushed, her eyes flashing.
She threw up her arms, and shouted in triumph.
“He has it, he has it, in the throat. Oh, brave blow! Would I were a man, and that I had an arm like that!”
The man on the black horse had beaten Gaillard’s fellow out of the saddle. He slid down his horse’s belly38, a dishevelled figure with limp arms and fallen sword. One foot had caught in the stirrup, and the horse took fright, and cantered off through the wood, dragging the body after it.
The knight watched the body go sliding over the grass, tossing its arms as though in grotesque39 terror. He turned his horse, and rode back slowly towards the two women, and they saw that he carried a hawk’s claw in gold upon a sable40 shield. His surcoat was a dull green, a colour that was not too crude and conspicuous41 for forest tracks. The great helmet, with its eye cleft42 in the shape of a cross, hid his face completely.
“Lording, good luck to you,” and her blue eyes laughed in her brown face, “never were distressed44 damsels in greater need. King Arthur’s gentlemen were never more welcome.”
The man did not look at Marpasse, but at Denise. She was leaning against the tree trunk, her hair hanging about her shoulders like red light, her face a dead white by contrast. Her brown eyes had a feverish look, and she still held Marpasse’s knife in her right hand.
The man on the black horse waved Marpasse aside with his sword. And there was something about the silent, massive figure with its iron mask that made Marpasse move back.
“But, lording——?”
“Go. Is my blood the blood of that dead thing yonder!”
And Marpasse, who had obeyed very few people in her life, obeyed him without a word.
When she had gone the man put his sword up into its scabbard, dismounted, and stood holding the bridle46 of his horse. Denise’s eyes were fixed47 upon the helmet with its shadowy cleft in the shape of a cross. The man saw her bosom48 rising and falling, and that her eyes were troubled. Marpasse’s knife was half hidden by the grey folds of her gown.
The man put both hands to the helmet, lifted it, and let it fall upon the grass. And it was Aymery whom Denise saw.
She looked at him with wide, eloquent49, and frightened eyes, a rush of colour crimsoning50 her face, for Denise remembered the Aymery of Reigate Town, the stern-faced captain hounding Gaillard into the night. And all the shame and ignominy that she had suffered seemed to fall and break upon her head. She stood speechless, her eyes looking at him like the eyes of one who expects a blow.
“Denise!”
He held out his hands to her, but she covered her face, and leant against the trunk of the tree. Yet she did not weep or make any sound. It was a dry, frozen anguish51 with her that could neither move nor speak. Aymery watched her as a man might watch one in bitter pain, knowing not what to do to help or comfort.
“Denise!”
Perhaps the pity in his voice stung her. God, that it should have come to this, for she had read the truth upon his face. Denise raised her head, and their eyes met. Her mouth was quivering, but she looked at Aymery as though challenging the whole world in that one man. Perhaps Denise could not have told what made her do the thing she did. The fever of fatalism was in her blood, and Marpasse’s knife was in her hand. And Aymery, stupefied, watched the red stain start out against the grey cloth of her gown.
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hazardous
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plodding
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spoke
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insolent
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jutted
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pointed
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instinctively
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impatience
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dense
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boughs
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scudding
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lark
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passionate
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belly
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