She had no time to weigh the advantages or drawbacks of this plan. She had heard a jingle2 of keys and, almost at the same time, the sound of a key grating in the lock.
Véronique received a very clear vision of what was likely to happen. When the assailants burst in, she would be thrust aside, she would be hampered3 in her movements, her aim would be inaccurate4 and her shots would miss, whereupon they would shut the door again and promptly5 hurry off to François' cell. The thought of it made her lose her head; and her action was instinctive6 and immediate7. First, she pushed the bolt at the foot of the door. Next, half rising, she slammed the iron shutter8 over the wicket. A latch9 clicked. It was no longer possible either to enter or to look in.
Then at once she realized the absurdity10 of her action, which had not opposed any obstacle to the menace of the enemy. Stéphane, leaping to her side, said:
"Good heavens, what have you done? Why, they saw that I was not moving and they now know that I am not alone!"
"Exactly," she answered, striving to defend herself. "They will try to break down the door, which will give us the time we want."
"The time we want for what?"
"To make our escape."
"Which way?"
"François will call out to us. François will . . ."
She did not complete her sentence. They now heard the sound of footsteps moving swiftly down the passage. There was no doubt about it; the enemy, without troubling about Stéphane, whose flight appeared impossible, was making for the upper floor of cells. Moreover, might he not suppose that the two friends were acting11 in agreement and that it was the boy who was in Stéphane's cell and who had barred the door?
Véronique therefore had precipitated12 events and given them a turn which she had so many reasons to dread13; and François, up above, would be caught at the very moment when he was preparing to escape.
"Why did I come here?" she muttered. "It would have been so simple to wait! The two of us would have saved you to a certainty."
One idea flashed through the confusion of her mind: had she not sought to hasten Stéphane's release because of what she knew of this man's love for her? And was it not an unworthy curiosity that had prompted her to make the attempt? A horrible idea, which she at once rejected, saying:
"No, I had to come. It is fate which is persecuting16 us."
"Don't believe it," said Stéphane. "Everything will come right."
"Too late!" said she, shaking her head.
"Why? How do we know that François has not left his cell? You yourself thought so just now . . . ."
She did not reply. Her face became drawn17 and very pale. By virtue18 of her sufferings she had acquired a kind of intuition of the evil that threatened her. This evil now surrounded her on every hand. A second series of ordeals20 was before her, more terrible than the first.
"There's death all about us," she said.
He tried to smile:
"You are talking like the people of Sarek. You have the same fears . . ."
"They were right to be afraid. And you yourself feel the horror of it all."
She rushed to the door, drew the bolt, tried to open it; but what could she do against that massive, iron-clad door?
Stéphane seized her by the arm:
"One moment . . . . Listen . . . . It sounds as if . . ."
"Yes," she said, "it's up there that they are knocking . . . above our heads . . . in François' cell . . . ."
"Not at all, not at all: listen . . . ."
There was a long silence; and then blows were heard in the thickness of the cliff. The sound came from below them.
"The same blows that I heard this morning," said Stéphane, in dismay. "The same attempt of which I spoke21 to you . . . . Ah, I understand! . . ."
"What? What do you mean?"
The blows were repeated, at regular intervals22, and then ceased, to be followed by a dull, continuous sound, pierced by shriller creakings and sudden cracks, like the straining of machinery23 newly started, or of one of those capstans which are used for hoisting24 boats up a beach.
Véronique listened, desperately25 expectant of what was coming, trying to guess, seeking to find some clue in Stéphane's eyes. He stood in front of her, looking at her as a man, in the hour of danger, looks at the woman he loves.
And suddenly she staggered and had to press her hand against the wall. It was as though the cave and indeed the whole cliff were bodily moving from its place.
"Oh," she murmured, "is it I who am trembling like this? Is it from fear that I am shaking from head to foot?"
Seizing Stéphane's hands, she said:
"Tell me! I want to know! . . ."
He did not answer. There was no fear in his eyes bedewed with tears, there was nothing but immense love and unbounded despair. He was thinking only of her.
Besides, was it necessary for him to explain what was happening? Did not the reality itself become more and more apparent as the seconds passed? A strange reality indeed, having no connection with commonplace facts, a reality quite beyond anything that the imagination might invent in the domain26 of evil, a strange reality which Véronique, who was beginning to grasp its indication, still refused to believe.
Acting like a trap-door, but like a trap-door working the reverse way, the square of enormous joists which was set in the middle of the cave rose, pivoting27 on the fixed28 axis29 by which it was hinged parallel with the cliff. The almost imperceptible movement was that of an enormous lid opening; and the thing already formed a sort of spring-board reaching from the edge to the back of the cave, a spring-board with as yet a very slight slope, on which it was easy enough to keep one's balance.
At the first moment, Véronique thought that the enemy's object was to crush them between the implacable floor and the granite30 of the ceiling. But, almost immediately afterwards, she understood that the hateful mechanism31, by standing32 erect33 like a draw-bridge when hoisted34 up, was intended to hurl35 them over the precipice36. And it would carry out that intention inexorably. The result was fatal and inevitable37. Whatever they might try, whatever efforts they might make to hold on, a minute would come when the floor of that draw-bridge would be absolutely vertical38, forming an integral part of the perpendicular39 cliff.
"It's horrible, it's horrible," she muttered.
Their hands were still clasped. Stéphane was weeping silent tears.
Presently she moaned:
"There's nothing to be done, is there?"
"Nothing," he replied.
"Still, there is room beyond that wooden floor. The cave is round. We might .. ."
"The space is too small. If we tried to stand between the sides of the square and the wall, we should be crushed to death. That has all been planned. I have often thought about it."
"Then . . . ?"
"We must wait."
"For what? For whom?"
"For François."
"Oh, François!" she said, with a sob40. "Perhaps he too is doomed41 . . . . Or perhaps he is looking for us and will fall into some trap. In any case, I shall not see him . . . . And he will know nothing . . . . And he will not even have seen his mother before dying . . . ."
She pressed Stéphane's hands and said:
"Stéphane, if one of us escapes death—and I hope it may be you . . ."
"It will be you," he said, in a tone of conviction. "I am even surprised that the enemy should condemn42 you to the same torture as myself. But no doubt he doesn't know that it's you who are here with me."
"It surprises me too!" said Véronique. "A different torture is set aside for me. But what does it matter, if I am not to see my son again! . . . Stéphane, I can safely leave him in your charge, can't I? I know all that you have already done for him."
The floor continued to rise very slowly, with an uneven43 vibration44 and sudden jerks. The slope became more accentuated45. A few minutes more and they would no longer be able to speak freely and quietly.
Stéphane replied:
"If I survive, I swear to fulfil my task to the end. I swear it in memory . . ."
"In memory of me," she said, in a firm voice, "in memory of the Véronique whom you knew . . . and loved."
He looked at her passionately46:
"So you know?"
"Yes; and I tell you frankly47, I have read your diary. I know your love for me . . . and I accept it." She gave a sad smile. "That poor love which you offered to the woman who was absent . . . and which you are now offering to the woman who is about to die."
"No, no," he said, eagerly, "don't believe that . . . . Salvation48 may be near at hand . . . . I feel it. My love does not belong to the past but to the future."
He stooped to put his lips to her hands.
"Kiss me," she said, offering him her forehead.
Each of them had been obliged to place one foot on the brink49 of the precipice, on the straight edge of granite which ran parallel with the fourth side of the spring-board.
They kissed gravely.
"Hold me firmly," said Véronique.
"François . . . . François . . . ."
But there was no one at the upper opening, from which the ladder was still hanging by one of its hooks, well out of reach.
Véronique bent51 over the sea. At this spot, the swell52 of the cliff did not project as much as elsewhere; and she saw, in between the foam-topped reefs, a little pool of still water, very calm and so deep that she could not see the bottom. She thought that death would be gentler there than on the sharp-pointed rocks and, yielding to a sudden longing53 to have done with it all and to avoid a lingering agony, she said to Stéphane:
"Why wait for the end? Better die than suffer this torture."
"Then you are still hoping?"
"Until the last second, since it's your life that's at stake."
"I have no longer any hope."
Nor was he borne up by hope; but he would have given anything to lull55 Véronique's sufferings and to bear the whole weight of the supreme56 ordeal19 himself.
The floor continued to rise. The vibration had ceased and the slope became much more marked, already reaching the bottom of the wicket, half way up the door. Then there was a sound like a sudden stoppage of machinery, followed by a violent jolt57, and the whole wicket was covered. It was becoming impossible for them to stand erect.
Two more jerks occurred, each time pushing the upper end still higher. The top of the inner wall was reached; and the enormous mechanism moved slowly forward, along the ceiling, towards the opening of the cave. They could see very plainly that it would fit this opening exactly and close it hermetically, like a draw-bridge. The rock had been hewn in such a way that the deadly task might be accomplished60 without leaving any loophole for chance.
They did not utter a word. With hands tight-clasped, they resigned themselves to the inevitable. Their death was assuming the aspect of an event decreed by destiny. The machine had been constructed far back in the centuries and had no doubt been reconstructed, repaired and put in order at a more recent date; and during those centuries, worked by invisible executioners, it had caused the death of culprits, of guilty men and innocent, of men of Armorica, Gaul, France or foreign lands. Prisoners of war, sacrilegious monks62, persecuted63 peasants, renegade Chouans and soldiers of the Revolution; one by one the monster had hurled64 them over the cliff.
To-day it was their turn.
They had not even the bitter solace65 of rage and hatred66. Whom were they to hate? They were dying in the deepest obscurity, with no hostile face emerging from that implacable night. They were dying in the accomplishment67 of a task unknown to themselves, to make up a total, so to speak, and for the fulfilment of absurd prophecies, of imbecile intentions, such as the orders given by the barbarian68 gods and formulated69 by fanatical priests. They were—it was a thing unheard of—the victims of some expiatory70 sacrifice, of some holocaust71 offered to the divinities of a blood-thirsty creed61!
The wall stood behind them. In a few more minutes it would be perpendicular. The end was approaching.
Time after time Stéphane had to hold Véronique back. An increasing terror distracted her mind. She yearned72 to fling herself down.
Had she not found her son again, she would have retained her self-control to the end. But the thought of François was unsettling her. The boy must also be a prisoner, they must be torturing him too and immolating74 him, like his mother, on the altars of the execrable gods.
"No, no, he will come," Stéphane declared. "You will be saved . . . . I will have it so . . . . I know it."
She replied, wildly:
"He is imprisoned75 as we are . . . . They are burning him with torches, driving arrows into him, tearing his flesh . . . . Oh, my poor little son! . . ."
"He will come, dear, he told you he would. Nothing can separate a mother and son who have been brought together again."
"We have found each other in death; we shall be united in death. I wish it might be at once! I don't want him to suffer!"
The agony was too great. With an effort she released her hands from Stéphane's and made a movement to fling herself down. But she immediately threw herself back against the draw-bridge, with a cry of amazement76 which was echoed by Stéphane.
Something had passed before their eyes and disappeared again. It came from the left.
"The ladder!" exclaimed Stéphane. "It's the ladder, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's François," said Véronique, catching77 her breath with joy and hope. "He is saved. He is coming to rescue us."
At that moment, the wall of torment78 was almost upright, vibrating implacably beneath their shoulders. The cave no longer existed behind them. The depths had already claimed them; at most they were clinging to a narrow ledge79.
Véronique leant outwards again. The ladder swung back and then became stationary80, fixed by its two hooks.
Above them, at the opening in the cliff, was a boy's face; and the boy was smiling and making gestures:
"Mother, mother . . . quick!"
The call was eager and urgent. The two arms were outstretched towards the pair below. Véronique moaned:
"Oh, it's you, it's you, my darling!"
"Quick, mother, I'm holding the ladder! . . . Quick! . . . It's quite safe!"
"I'm coming, darling, I'm coming."
She had seized the nearest upright. This time, with Stéphane's assistance, she had no difficulty in placing her foot on the bottom rung. But she said:
"And you, Stéphane? You're coming with me, aren't you?"
"I have plenty of time," he said. "Hurry."
"No, you must promise."
"I swear. Hurry."
She climbed four rungs and stopped:
"Are you coming, Stéphane?"
He had already turned towards the cliff and slipped his left hand into a narrow fissure81 which remained between the draw-bridge and the rock. His right hand reached the ladder and he was able to set foot on the lowest rung. He too was saved.
With what delight Véronique covered the rest of the distance! What mattered the void below her, now that her son was there, waiting for her to clasp him to her breast at last!
"Here I am, here I am," she said. "Here I am, my darling."
She swiftly put her head and shoulders in the window. He pulled her through; and she climbed over the ledge. At last she was with her son.
They flung themselves into each other's arms:
"Oh, mother, mother, is it really true? Mother!"
But she had no sooner closed her arms about him than she drew back a little, she did not know why. An inexplicable82 discomfort83 checked her first outburst.
"Come here," she said, dragging him to the light of the window. "Come and let me look at you."
The boy did as she wished. She examined him for two or three seconds, no longer, and suddenly, giving a start of terror, ejaculated:
"Then it's you? It's you, the murderer?"
Oh, horror! She was once more looking on the face of the monster who had killed her father and Honorine before her eyes!
Véronique realised her mistake from the boy's very tone. This was not François but the other, the one who had played his devilish part in the clothes which François usually wore.
"Ah, you're beginning to see things as they are, ma'am! You know me now, don't you?"
"Vorski! Vorski!" stammered Véronique. "It's Vorski I recognise in you."
He burst out laughing:
"Why not? Do you think I'm going to disown my father as you did?"
"Vorski's son! His son!" Véronique repeated.
"Lord bless me, yes, his son: why shouldn't I be? Surely the good fellow had the right to have two sons! Me first and dear François next!"
"Vorski's son!" Véronique exclaimed once more.
"And one of the best, I tell you, ma'am, a worthy15 son of his father and brought up on the highest principles. I've shown you as much already, haven't I? But it's not finished, we're only at the beginning . . . . Here, would you like me to give you a fresh proof? Just take a squint88 at that stick-in-the-mud of a tutor! . . . No, but look how things go when I take a hand in them."
He sprang to the window. Stéphane's head appeared. The boy picked up a stone and struck with all his might, throwing him backwards89.
Véronique, who at the first moment had hesitated, not realising the danger, now rushed and seized the boy's arm. It was too late. The head vanished. The hooks of the ladder slipped off the ledge. There was a loud cry, followed by the sound of a body falling into the water below.
Véronique ran to the window. The ladder was[Pg 180] floating on the part of the little pool which she was able to see, lying motionless in its frame of rocks. There was nothing to point to the place where Stéphane had fallen, not an eddy90, not a ripple91.
She called out:
"Stéphane! Stéphane! . . ."
No reply, nothing but the great silence of space in which the winds are still and the sea asleep.
"Don't take on, missus," he said. "Master Stéphane brought up your kid to be a duffer. Come it's a laughing matter, it is, really. Give us a kiss, won't you, daddy's missus? But, I say, what a face you're pulling! Surely you don't hate me as much as all that?"
He went up to her, with his arms outstretched. Véronique swiftly covered him with her revolver:
"Be off, be off, or I'll kill you as I would a mad dog! Be off!"
"Oh, I'll make you pay for this, my pretty lady! . . . What do you mean by it? I come up to give you a kiss . . . I'm full of kindly95 feelings . . . and you want to shoot me! You shall pay for it in blood . . . in nice red flowing blood . . . blood . . . blood . . . ."
He seemed to love the sound of the word. He repeated it time after time, then once more gave a burst of evil laughter and fled down the tunnel which led to the Priory, shouting:
"The blood of your son, Mother Véronique! . . . The blood of your darling François!"
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| vi.／n.轻声笑，咯咯笑 | |
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| adj.生气勃勃的，活跃的，愉快的 | |
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