The eighteenth night of the siege came out of the east like a thunder bank, and the grey shivering ghost of the day fled over the western hills. When darkness had fallen, the walls of Gambrevault were invisible from the trenches9. Here and there a light shone out like a spark in tinder; the sky above was black as a cavern10, unbroken by the crack or cranny of a star.
Flavian, fully11 armed, kept watch upon the breach12 with a strong company of men-at-arms. He had taken the ugly measure of the night to heart, and had prepared accordingly. Under the shelter of the wall men slept, wrapped in their cloaks, with their weapons lying by them. The sentinels had been doubled on the battlements, though little could be seen in the blank murk, and even the keep had to be looked for before its mass disjointed itself from the background of the night.
It was treacherous14 weather, and just the season for an adventurous15 enemy to creep from the trenches and attempt to rush the breach. Flavian leant upon his long sword, and brooded. The black ends of the broken wall stood up hugely on either hand; rubble16 and fallen masonry17 paved the breach, and a rough rampart of debris18 had been piled along the summit. Around him shone the dull armour19 of his men, as they stood on guard in the rain.
The storm deadened soul and body, yet kept Flavian vigilant20 with its boisterous21 laughter, a sound that might stifle22 the tramp of stormers pouring to the breach. He was not lonely, for a lover can do without the confidences of others, when he has a woman to speak with in his heart. In fancy he can lavish23 the infinite tenderness of the soul, caress24, quarrel, kiss, comfort, with all the idealisms of the imagination. The spirit lips we touch are sweeter and more red than those in the flesh. To the true man love is the grandest asceticism25 the world can produce.
Flavian's figure straightened suddenly as it leant bowed in thought upon the sword. He was alert and vigilant, staring into darkness that baffled vision and hid the unknown. A dull, characterless sound was in the air. Whether it was the wind, the sea, or something more sinister26, he could not tell. Calling one of his knights27 to his side, they stood together listening on the wreckage28 of the wall.
A vague clink, clink, came in discord29 to the wind, a sound that suggested the cautious moving of armed men. A hoarse30 voice was growling31 warily32 in the distance, as though giving orders. The shrilling33 noise of steel grew more obvious each moment; the black void below appeared to grow full of movement, to swirl34 and eddy35 like a lagoon36, whose muddy waters are disturbed by some huge reptile37 at night. The sudden hoarse cries of sentinels rose from the walls. Feet stumbled on the debris at the base of the breach; stormers were on the threshold of Gambrevault.
A trumpet38 blared in the entry; the guard closed up on the rampart; sleeping men started from the shadows of the wall, seized sword and shield as the trumpets39' bray40 rang in their ears. Colgran's stormers, discovered in their purpose, cast caution to the winds, and sent up a shout that should have wakened all Gambrevault.
In the darkness and the driving rain, neither party could see much of the other. The stormers came climbing blindly up the pile of wreckage in serried42 masses. Flavian and his knights, who held the rampart, big men and large-hearted, smote43 at the black tide of bodies that rolled to their swords. It was grim work in the dark. It was no sleepy, disorderly rabble44 that held the breach, but a tense line of steel, that stemmed the assault like a wall. The stormers pushed up and up, to break and deliquesce before those terrible swords. Modred's deep voice sounded through the din13, as he smote with his great axe45, blows that would have shaken an oak. There was little shouting; it was breathless work, done in earnest. Colgran's men showed pluck, fought well, left a rampart of dead to their credit, a squirming, oozing46 barrier, but came no nearer forcing the breach.
They had lost the propitious47 moment, and the whole garrison48 was under arms, ready to repulse49 the attacks made at other points. Scaling ladders had been jerked forward and reared against the walls; men swarmed50 up, but the rebels gained no lasting51 foothold on the battlements. They were beaten back, their ladders hurled52 down, masonry toppled upon the mass below. Many a man lay with neck or back broken in the confused tangle53 of humanity at the foot of the castle.
Colgran ordered up fresh troops. It was his policy to wear out the garrison by sheer importunity54 and the stress of numbers. He could afford to lose some hundred men; every score were precious now to Flavian. It was a system of counter barter55 in blood, till the weaker vessel56 ran dry. The Lord of Gambrevault understood this rough philosophy well enough, and husbanded his resources. He could not gamble with death, and so changed his men when the opportunity offered, to give breathing space to all. Conscious of the strong stimulus57 of personal heroism58, he kept to the breach himself, and fought on through every assault with Modred's great axe swinging at his side. He owed his life more than once to those gorilla-like arms and that crescent of steel.
In the outer court, certain of the women folk with Yeoland dealt out wine and food, and tended the wounded. In the chapel60, tapers61 glimmered62, lighting64 the frescoes65 and the saints, the priest chanting at the altar, the women and children who knelt in the shadowy aisles66 praying for those who fought upon the walls. Panic hovered67 over the pale faces, the fear, the shivering, weeping, pleading figures. There was little heroism in Gambrevault chapel, save the heroism of supplication68. While swords tossed and men groped for each other in the wind and rain, old Peter the cellarer lay drunk in a wine bin41, and lame69 Joan, who tended the linen70, was snivelling in the chapel and fingering the gold angels sewn up in her tunic71.
Five times did Colgran's men assault the breach that night, each repulse leaving its husks on the bloody72 wreckage, its red libations to the swords of Gambrevault. The last and toughest tussle73 came during the grey prologue74 before dawn. The place was so packed with the dead and stricken, that it was well-nigh impassable. For some minutes the struggle hung precariously75 on the summit of the pass, but with the dawn the peril76 dwindled77 and elapsed. The stormers revolted from the shambles79; they had fought their fill; had done enough for honour; were sick and weary. No taunt80, command, or imprecation could keep them longer in that gate of death. Colgran's rebels retreated on their trenches.
And with the dawn Flavian looked round upon the breach, and saw all the horror of the place in one brief moment. Cloven faces, hacked81 bodies, distortions, tortures, blood everywhere. He looked round over his own men; saw their meagre ranks, their weariness, their wounds, their exultation82 that lapsed78 silently into a kind of desperate awe83. Some tried to cheer him, and at the sound he felt an unutterable melancholy84 descend85 upon his soul. The men were like so many sickly ghosts, a wan86 and battered87 flock, a ragged88 remnant. He saw the whole truth in a moment, as a man sees life, death, and eternity89 pass before him in the flashing wisdom of a single thought.
And this was war, this cataclysm90 of insatiate wrath91! His men were too few, too bustled92, to hold the breach against such another storm. His trumpets blared the retreat, a grim and tragic93 fanfare94. They dragged out their wounded, abandoned the pile of rubbish for which they had fought, and withdrew sullenly95 within the inner walls. Colgran, though repulsed96, had taken the outer ward3 of Gambrevault.
As one stumbling from a dream, Flavian found himself in the castle garden. The place was full of the freshness that follows rain; and it was not till the scent59 of flowers met him like an odour of peace, that he marked that the sky was blue and the dawn like saffron. The storm-clouds had gone, and the wind was a mere63 breeze, a moist breath from the west, bearing a curious contrast to the furious temper of the night.
Flavian, looking like a white-faced debauchee, limped through the court, and climbed the stairway of the keep to the banqueting hall and his own state chambers97. Several of his knights followed him at a distance and in silence. He felt sick as a dog, and burdened with unutterable care, that weighed upon him like a prophecy. He had held the breach against heavy odds98, and he was brooding over the cost. There was honour in the sheer physical heroism of the deed; but he had lost old friends and tried servants, had sacrificed his outer walls; there was little cause for exultation in the main.
"Wine, wine, for the love of God."
A slim figure in green came out from the oriel, and a pair of dark eyes quivered over the man's grey face and blood-stained armour. The girl's hands went out to him, and she seemed like a child roused in the night from the influence of some evil dream.
"You are wounded."
She took him by the arm and shoulder, and was able to force him into a chair, so limp, so impotent, was he for the moment. His face had the uncanny pallor of one who was about to faint; his eyes stared at her in a dazed and wistful way.
"My God, you are not going to die!"
He shook his head, smiled weakly, and groped for her hand. She broke away, brought wine, and began to trickle100 it between his lips. Several of his knights came in, and looked on awkwardly from the doorway101 at the girl leaning over the man's chair, with her arm under his head. Yeoland caught sight of them, coloured and called them forward.
"Take her away," in a whisper.
Yeoland heard the words, started round, and clung to his hand. There was a strange look upon her face. Flavian spoke103 slowly to her.
"Girl, I am not a savoury object, fresh from the carnage of a breach. Leave me to my surgeon. I would only save you pain. As for dying, I feel like an Adam. Go to your room, child; I will be with you before long."
She held both his hands, looked in his eyes a moment, then turned away with Modred and left him. She was very pale, and there was a tremor104 about her lips.
Irrelevant105 harness soon surrendered to skilled fingers. No great evil had been done, thanks to the fine temper of Flavian's armour; the few gashes106, washed, oiled, and dressed, left him not seriously the worse for the night's tussle. Wine and food recovered his manhood. He was barbered, perfumed, dressed, and turned out by his servants, a very handsome fellow, with a fine pallor and a pathetic limp.
His first care was to see his own men attended to, the wounded properly bestowed107, a good supply of food and wine dealt out. He had a brave word and a smile for all. As he passed, he found Father Julian the priest administering the Host to those whose dim eyes were closing upon earth and sky.
Modred, that iron man, who never seemed weary, was stalking the battlements, and getting the place prepared for the next storm that should break. Flavian renounced108 responsibilities for the moment, and crossed the garden to Yeoland's room. He entered quietly, looked about him, saw a figure prostrate109 on the cushions of the window seat.
He crossed the room very quickly, knelt down and touched the girl's hair. Her face was hidden in the cushions. She turned slowly on her side, and looked at him with a wan, pitiful stare; her eyes were timid, but empty of tears.
"Ah, girl, what troubles you?"
She did not look at him, though he held her hands.
"Are you angry with me?"
"No, no."
"What is it, then?"
She spoke very slowly, in a suppressed and toneless voice.
"Will you tell me the truth?"
He watched her as though she were a saint.
"I have had a horrible thought in my heart, and it has wounded me to death."
"Tell it me, tell it me."
"Repented!"
"Of all the ruin I am bringing upon you; that you were beginning to think----"
He gave a deep cry.
"You believed that!"
She lay back on the cushions with a great sigh. Flavian had his arms about her, as he bent111 over her till their lips nearly touched.
"How could you fear!"
"I am so much a woman."
"Yes----"
"And something is all the world to me, even though----"
"Well?"
"I would die happy."
He understood her whole heart, and kissed her lips.
"Little woman, I had come here to this room to ask you one thing more. You can guess it."
"Ah----"
"Father Julian."
She drew his head down upon her shoulder, and he knelt a long while in silence, with her bosom112 rising and falling under his cheek.
"I am happy," he said at last; "child-wife, child-husband, let us go hand in hand into heaven."
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