To him she seemed more lovely than before. He could readily understand that mother, who at the risk of life had been unwilling3 that this charming creature should profane4 her youth and beauty by serving as a mourner in a celebration of which Marat was the deity5. He recalled that cold damp cell which he had lately visited, and shuddered6 at the thought that this delicate white ermine before his eyes had been imprisoned7 there, without sun or air, for six weeks. He looked at the throat, too long perhaps, but swan-like in its suppleness8 and graceful9 in its exaggeration, and he remembered that melancholy10 remark of the poor Princesse de Lamballe, as she felt her slender neck: “It will not give the executioner much trouble!”
The thoughts which succeeded each other in Sir John’s mind gave to his face an expression so different from its customary aspect, that Madame de Montrevel could not refrain from asking what troubled him. He then told her of his visit to the prison, and Roland’s pious11 pilgrimage to the dungeon12 where his mother and sister had been incarcerated13. Just as Sir John had concluded his tale, a view-halloo sounded without, and Roland entered, his hunting-horn in his hands.
“My dear friend,” he cried, “thanks to my mother, we shall have a splendid hunt to-morrow.”
“How so?” added Sir John.
“I left you to see about my dogs, didn’t I?”
“You said so, at any rate.”
“I had two excellent beasts, Barbichon and Ravaude, male and female.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Sir John, “are they dead?”
“Well, yes; but just guess what this excellent mother of mine has done?” and, tilting15 Madame de Montrevel’s head, he kissed her on both cheeks. “She wouldn’t let them drown a single puppy because they were the dogs of my dogs; so the result is, that to-day the pups, grand-pups, and great-grand-pups of Barbichon and Ravaude are as numerous as the descendant of Ishmael. Instead of a pair of dogs, I have a whole pack, twenty-five beasts, all as black as moles16 with white paws, fire in their eyes and hearts, and a regiment17 of cornet-tails that would do you good to see.”
And Roland sounded another halloo that brought his young brother to the scene.
“Oh!” shouted the boy as he entered, “you are going hunting to-morrow, brother Roland. I’m going, too, I’m going, too!”
“Good!” said Roland, “but do you know what we are going to hunt?”
“No. All I know is that I’m going, too.”
“We’re going to hunt a boar.”
“Oh, joy!” cried the boy, clapping his little hands.
“Are you crazy?” asked Madame de Montrevel, turning pale.
“Why so, madame mother, if you please?”
“Because boar hunts are very dangerous.”
“Not so dangerous as hunting men. My brother got back safe from that, and so will I from the other.”
“Roland,” cried Madame de Montrevel, while Amélie, lost in thought, took no part in the discussion, “Roland, make Edouard listen to reason. Tell him that he hasn’t got common-sense.”
But Roland, who recognized himself again in his young brother, instead of blaming him, smiled at his boyish ardor18. “I’d take you willingly,” said he, “only to go hunting one must at least know how to handle a gun.”
“Oh, Master Roland,” cried Edouard, “just come into the garden a bit. Put up your hat at a hundred yards, and I’ll show you how to handle a gun.”
“Naughty child,” exclaimed Madame de Montrevel, trembling, “where did you learn?”
“Why, from the gunsmith at Montagnac, who keeps papa’s and Roland’s guns. You ask me sometimes what I do with my money, don’t you? Well, I buy powder and balls with it, and I am learning to kill Austrians and Arabs like my brother Roland.”
Madame de Montrevel raised her hands to heaven.
“What can you expect, mother?” asked Roland. “Blood will tell. No Montrevel could be afraid of powder. You shall come with us to-morrow, Edouard.”
The boy sprang upon his brother’s neck.
“And I,” said Sir John, “will equip you to-day like a regular huntsman, just as they used to arm the knights19 of old. I have a charming little rifle that I will give you. It will keep you contented20 until your sabre and pistols come.”
“Well,” asked Roland, “are you satisfied now, Edouard?”
“Yes; but when will he give it to me? If you have to write to England for it, I warn you I shan’t believe in it.”
“No, my little friend, we have only to go up to my room and open my gun-case. That’s soon done.”
“Then, let’s go at once.”
“Come on,” said Sir John; and he went out, followed by Edouard.
A moment later, Amélie, still absorbed in thought, rose and left the room. Neither Madame de Montrevel nor Roland noticed her departure, so interested were they in a serious discussion. Madame de Montrevel tried to persuade Roland not to take his young brother with him on the morrow’s hunt. Roland explained that, since Edouard was to become a soldier like his father and brother, the sooner he learned to handle a gun and become familiar with powder and ball the better. The discussion was not yet ended when Edouard returned with his gun slung21 over his shoulder.
“Look, brother,” said he, turning to Roland; “just see what a fine present Sir John has given me.” And he looked gratefully at Sir John, who stood in the doorway22 vainly seeking Amélie with his eyes.
It was in truth a beautiful present. The rifle, designed with that plainness of ornament23 and simplicity24 of form peculiar25 to English weapons, was of the finest finish. Like the pistols, of which Roland had had opportunity to test the accuracy, the rifle was made by the celebrated26 Manton, and carried a twenty-four calibre bullet. That it had been originally intended for a woman was easily seen by the shortness of the stock and the velvet27 pad on the trigger. This original purpose of the weapon made it peculiarly suitable for a boy of twelve.
Roland took the rifle from his brother’s shoulder, looked at it knowingly, tried its action, sighted it, tossed it from one hand to the other, and then, giving it back to Edouard, said: “Thank Sir John again. You have a rifle fit for a king’s son. Let’s go and try it.”
All three went out to try Sir John’s rifle, leaving Madame de Montrevel as sad as Thetis when she saw Achilles in his woman’s garb28 draw the sword of Ulysses from its scabbard.
A quarter of an hour later, Edouard returned triumphantly29. He brought his mother a bit of pasteboard of the circumference30 of a hat, in which he had put ten bullets out of twelve. The two men had remained behind in the park conversing31.
Madame de Montrevel listened to Edouard’s slightly boastful account of his prowess. Then she looked at him with that deep and holy sorrow of mothers to whom fame is no compensation for the blood it sheds. Oh! ungrateful indeed is the child who has seen that look bent32 upon him and does not eternally remember it. Then, after a few seconds of this painful contemplation, she pressed her second son to her breast, and murmured sobbing33: “You, too! you, too, will desert your mother some day.”
“Yes, mother,” replied the boy, “to become a general like my father, or an aide-de-camp like Roland.”
“And to be killed as your father was, as your brother perhaps will be.”
For the strange transformation34 in Roland’s character had not escaped Madame de Montrevel. It was but an added dread35 to her other anxieties, among which Amélie’s pallor and abstraction must be numbered.
Amélie was just seventeen; her childhood had been that of a happy laughing girl, joyous36 and healthy. The death of her father had cast a black veil over her youth and gayety. But these tempests of spring pass rapidly. Her smile, the sunshine of life’s dawn, returned like that of Nature, sparkling through that dew of the heart we call tears.
Then, one day about six months before this story opens, Amélie’s face had saddened, her cheeks had grown pale, and, like the birds who migrate at the approach of wintry weather, the childlike laughter that escaped her parted lips and white teeth had fled never to return.
Madame de Montrevel had questioned her, but Amélie asserted that she was still the same. She endeavored to smile, but as a stone thrown into a lake rings upon the surface, so the smiles roused by this maternal37 solicitude38 faded, little by little, from Amélie’s face. With keen maternal instinct Madame de Montrevel had thought of love. But whom could Amélie love? There were no visitors at the Château des Noires-Fontaines, the political troubles had put an end to all society, and Amélie went nowhere alone. Madame de Montrevel could get no further than conjecture39. Roland’s return had given her a moment’s hope; but this hope fled as soon as she perceived the effect which this event had produced upon Amélie.
It was not a sister, but a spectre, it will be recalled, who had come to meet him. Since her son’s arrival, Madame de Montrevel had not lost sight of Amélie, and she perceived, with dolorous40 amazement41, that Roland’s presence awakened42 a feeling akin43 to terror in his sister’s breast. She, whose eyes had formerly44 rested so lovingly upon him, now seemed to view him with alarm. Only a few moments since, Amélie had profited by the first opportunity to return to her room, the one spot in the château where she seemed at ease, and where for the last six months she had spent most of her time. The dinner-bell alone possessed45 the power to bring her from it, and even then she waited for the second call before entering the dining-room.
Roland and Sir John, as we have said, had divided their time between their visit to Bourg and their preparations for the morrow’s hunt. From morn until noon they were to beat the woods; from noon till evening they were to hunt the boar. Michel, that devoted46 poacher, confined to his chair for the present with a sprain47, felt better as soon as the question of the hunt was mooted48, and had himself hoisted49 on a little horse that was used for the errands of the house. Then he sallied forth50 to collect the beaters from Saint-Just and Montagnac. He, being unable to beat or run, was to remain with the pack, and watch Sir John’s and Roland’s horse, and Edouard’s pony51, in the middle of the forest, where it was intersected by one good road and two practicable paths. The beaters, who could not follow the hunt, were to return to the château with the game-bags.
The beaters were at the door at six the following morning. Michel was not to leave with the horses and dogs until eleven. The Château des Noires-Fontaines was just at the edge of the forest of Seillon, so the hunt could begin at its very gates.
As the battue promised chiefly deer and hares, the guns were loaded with balls. Roland gave Edouard a simple little gun which he himself had used as a child. He had not enough confidence as yet in the boy’s prudence52 to trust him with a double-barrelled gun. As for the rifle that Sir John had given him the day before, it could only carry cartridges53. It was given into Michel’s safe keeping, to be returned to him in case they started a boar for the second part of the hunt. For this Roland and Sir John were also to change their guns for rifles and hunting knives, pointed54 as daggers55 and sharp as razors, which formed part of Sir John’s arsenal56, and could be suspended from the belt or screwed on the point of the gun like bayonets.
From the beginning of the battue it was easy to see that the hunt would be a good one. A roebuck and two hares were killed at once. At noon two does, seven roebucks and two foxes had been bagged. They had also seen two boars, but these latter had only shaken their bristles57 in answer to the heavy balls and made off.
Edouard was in the seventh heaven; he had killed a roebuck. The beaters, well rewarded for their labor58, were sent to the château with the game, as had been arranged. A sort of bugle59 was sounded to ascertain60 Michel’s whereabout, to which he answered. In less than ten minutes the three hunters had rejoined the gardener with his hounds and horses.
Michel had seen a boar which he had sent his son to head off, and it was now in the woods not a hundred paces distant. Jacques, Michel’s eldest61 son, beat up the woods with Barbichon and Ravaude, the heads of the pack, and in about five minutes the boar was found in his lair62. They could have killed him at once, or at least shot at him, but that would have ended the hunt too quickly. The huntsmen launched the whole pack at the animal, which, seeing this troop of pygmies swoop63 down upon him, started off at a slow trot64. He crossed the road, Roland giving the view-halloo, and headed in the direction of the Chartreuse of Seillon, the three riders following the path which led through the woods. The boar led them a chase which lasted until five in the afternoon, turning upon his tracks, evidently unwilling to leave the forest with its thick undergrowth.
At last the violent barking of the dogs warned them that the animal had been brought to bay. The spot was not a hundred paces distant from the pavilion belonging to the Chartreuse, in one of the most tangled65 thickets66 of the forest. It was impossible to force the horses through it, and the riders dismounted. The barking of the dogs guided them straight along the path, from which they deviated67 only where the obstacles they encountered rendered it necessary.
From time to time yelps68 of pain indicated that members of the attacking party had ventured too close to the animal, and had paid the price of their temerity69. About twenty feet from the scene of action the hunters began to see the actors. The boar was backed against a rock to avoid attack in the rear; then, bracing70 himself on his forepaws, he faced the dogs with his ensanguined eyes and enormous tusks71. They quivered around him like a moving carpet; five or six, more or less badly wounded, were staining the battlefield with their blood, though still attacking the boar with a fury and courage that might have served as an example to the bravest men.
Each hunter faced the scene with the characteristic signs of his age, nature and nation. Edouard, at one and the same time, the most imprudent and the smallest, finding the path less difficult, owing to his small, stature72, arrived first. Roland, heedless of danger of any kind, seeking rather than avoiding it, followed. Finally Sir John, slower, graver, more reflective, brought up the rear. Once the boar perceived his hunters he paid no further attention to the dogs. He fixed73 his gleaming, sanguinary eyes upon them; but his only movement was a snapping of the jaws74, which he brought together with a threatening sound. Roland watched the scene for an instant, evidently desirous of flinging himself into the midst of the group, knife in hand, to slit75 the boar’s throat as a butcher would that of a calf76 or a pig. This impulse was so apparent that Sir John caught his arm, and little Edouard exclaimed: “Oh! brother, let me shoot the boar!”
Roland restrained himself, and stacking his gun against a tree, waited, armed only with his hunting-knife, which he had drawn77 from its sheath.
“Very well,” said he, “shoot him; but be careful about it.”
“Oh! don’t worry,” retorted the child, between his set teeth. His face was pale but resolute78 as he aimed the barrel of his rifle at the animal’s head.
“If he misses him, or only wounds him,” observed Sir John, “you know that the brute79 will be upon us before we can see him through the smoke.”
“I know it, my lord; but I am accustomed to these hunts,” replied Roland, his nostrils80 quivering, his eyes sparkling, his lips parted: “Fire, Edouard!”
The shot followed the order upon the instant; but after the shot, with, or even before it, the beast, swift as lightning, rushed upon the child. A second shot followed the first, but the animal’s scarlet81 eyes still gleamed through the smoke. But, as it rushed, it met Roland with his knee on the ground, the knife in his hand. A moment later a tangled, formless group, man and boar, boar and man, was rolling on the ground. Then a third shot rang out, followed by a laugh from Roland.
“Ah! my lord,” cried the young man, “you’ve wasted powder and shot. Can’t you see that I have ripped him up? Only get his body off of me. The beast weighs at least four hundred pounds, and he is smothering82 me.”
But before Sir John could stoop, Roland, with a vigorous push of the shoulder, rolled the animal’s body aside, and rose to his feet covered with blood, but without a single scratch. Little Edouard, either from lack of time or from native courage, had not recoiled83 an inch. True, he was completely protected by his brother’s body, which was between him and the boar. Sir John had sprung aside to take the animal in the flank. He watched Roland, as he emerged from this second duel84, with the same amazement that he had experienced after the first.
The dogs—those that were left, some twenty in all—had followed the boar, and were now leaping upon his body in the vain effort to tear the bristles, which were almost as impenetrable as iron.
“You will see,” said Roland, wiping the blood from his face and hands with a fine cambric handkerchief, “how they will eat him, and your knife too, my lord.”
“True,” said Sir John; “where is the knife?”
“In its sheath,” replied Roland.
“Ah!” exclaimed the boy, “only the handle shows.”
He sprang toward the animal and pulled out the poniard, which, as he said, was buried up to the hilt. The sharp point, guided by a calm eye and a firm hand, had pierced the animal’s heart.
There were other wounds on the boar’s body. The first, caused by the boy’s shot, showed a bloody85 furrow86 just over the eye; the blow had been too weak to crush the frontal bone. The second came from Sir John’s first shot; it had caught the animal diagonally and grazed his breast. The third, fired at close quarters, went through the body; but, as Roland had said, not until after the animal was dead.
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