His bare torso thrown backwards13 and sustained by his rigid14 big arms heavily tattooed15 on the white skin above the elbows, Peyrol drew a long breath into his broad chest with a pepper-and-salt pelt16 down the breastbone. And not only was the breast of Citizen Peyrol relieved to the fullest of its athletic17 capacity, but a change had also come over his large physiognomy on which the expression of severe stolidity18 had been simply the result of physical discomfort19. It isn't a trifle to have to carry girt about your ribs20 and hung from your shoulders a mass of mixed foreign coins equal to sixty or seventy thousand francs in hard cash; while as to the paper money of the Republic, Peyrol had had already enough experience of it to estimate the equivalent in cartloads. A thousand of them. Perhaps two thousand. Enough in any case to justify21 his flight of fancy, while looking at the countryside in the light of the sunset, that what he had on him would buy all that soil from which he had sprung: houses, woods, vines, olives, vegetable gardens, rocks and salt lagoons23 — in fact, the whole landscape, including the animals in it. But Peyrol did not care for the land at all. He did not want to own any part of the solid earth for which he had no love. All he wanted from it was a quiet nook, an obscure corner out of men's sight where he could dig a hole unobserved.
That would have to be done pretty soon, he thought. One could not live for an indefinite number of days with a treasure strapped24 round one's chest. Meantime, an utter stranger in his native country the landing on which was perhaps the biggest adventure in his adventurous25 life, he threw his jacket over the rolled-up waistcoat and laid his head down on it after extinguishing the candle. The night was warm. The floor of the room happened to be of planks26, not of tiles. He was no stranger to that sort of couch. With his cudgel laid ready at his hand Peyrol slept soundly till the noises and the voices about the house and on the road woke him up shortly after sunrise. He threw open the, shutter5, welcoming the morning light and the morning breeze in the full enjoyment27 of idleness which, to a seaman28 of his kind, is inseparable from the fact of being on shore. There was nothing to trouble his thoughts; and though his physiognomy was far from being vacant, it did not wear the aspect of profound meditation29.
It had been by the merest accident that he had discovered during the passage, in a secret recess31 within one of the lockers32 of his prize, two bags of mixed coins: gold mohurs, Dutch ducats, Spanish pieces, English guineas. After making that discovery he had suffered from no doubts whatever. Loot big or little was a natural fact of his freebooter's life. And now when by the force of things he had become a master-gunner of the Navy he was not going to give up his find to confounded landsmen, mere30 sharks, hungry quill-drivers, who would put it in their own pockets. As to imparting the intelligence to his crew (all bad characters), he was much too wise to do anything of the kind. They would not have been above cutting his throat. An old fighting sea-dog, a Brother of the Coast, had more right to such plunder33 than anybody on earth. So at odd times, while at sea, he had busied himself within the privacy of his cabin in constructing the ingenious canvas waistcoat in which he could take his treasure ashore34 secretly. It was bulky, but his garments were of an ample cut, and no wretched customs-guard would dare to lay hands on a successful prize-master going to the Port Admiral's offices to make his report. The scheme had worked perfectly35. He found, however, that this secret garment, which was worth precisely36 its weight in gold, tried his endurance more than he had expected. It wearied his body and even depressed37 his spirits somewhat. It made him less active and also less communicative. It reminded him all the time that he must not get into trouble of any sort — keep clear of rows, of intimacies38, of promiscuous39 jollities. This was one of the reasons why he had been anxious to get away from the town. Once, however, his head was laid on his treasure he could sleep the sleep of the just.
Nevertheless in the morning he shrank from putting it on again. With a mixture of sailor's carelessness and of old-standing belief in his own luck he simply stuffed the precious waistcoat up the flue of the empty fireplace. Then he dressed and had his breakfast. An hour later, mounted on a hired mule40, he started down the track as calmly as though setting out to explore the mysteries of a desert island.
His aim was the end of the peninsula which, advancing like a colossal41 jetty into the sea, divides the picturesque42 roadstead of Hyères from the headlands and curves of the coast forming the approaches of the Port of Toulon. The path along which the sure-footed mule took him (for Peyrol, once he had put its head the right way, made no attempt at steering) descended43 rapidly to a plain of and aspect, with the white gleams of the Salins in the distance, bounded by bluish hills of no great elevation44. Soon all traces of human habitations disappeared from before his roaming eyes. This part of his native country was more foreign to him than the shores of the Mozambique Channel, the coral strands45 of India, the forests of Madagascar. Before long he found himself on the neck of the Giens peninsula, impregnated with salt and containing a blue lagoon22, particularly blue, darker and even more still than the expanses of the sea to the right and left of it from which it was separated by narrow strips of land not a hundred yards wide in places. The track ran indistinct, presenting no wheel-ruts, and with patches of efflorescent salt as white as snow between the tufts of wiry grass and the particularly dead-looking bushes. The whole neck of land was so low that it seemed to have no more thickness than a sheet of paper laid on the sea. Citizen Peyrol saw on the level of his eye, as if from a mere raft, sails of various craft, some white and some brown, while before him his native island of Porquerolles rose dull and solid beyond a wide strip of water. The mule, which knew rather better than Citizen Peyrol where it was going to, took him presently amongst the gentle rises at the end of the peninsula. The slopes were covered with scanty46 grass; crooked47 boundary walls of dry stones ran across the fields, and above them, here and there, peeped a low roof of red tiles shaded by the heads of delicate acacias. At a turn of the ravine appeared a village with its few houses, mostly with their blind walls to the path, and, at first, no living soul in sight. Three tall platanes, very ragged48 as to their bark and very poor as to foliage49, stood in a group in an open space; and Citizen Peyrol was cheered by the sight of a dog sleeping in the shade. The mule swerved50 with great determination towards a massive stone trough under the village fountain. Peyrol, looking round from the saddle while the mule drank, could see no signs of an inn. Then, examining the ground nearer to him, he perceived a ragged man sitting on a stone. He had a broad leathern belt and his legs were bare to the knee. He was contemplating51 the stranger on the mule with stony52 surprise. His dark nut-brown face contrasted strongly with his grey shock of hair. At a sign from Peyrol he showed no reluctance53 and approached him readily without changing the stony character of his stare.
The thought that if he had remained at home he would have probably looked like that man crossed unbidden the mind of Peyrol. With that gravity from which he seldom departed he inquired if there were any inhabitants besides himself in the village. Then, to Peyrol's surprise, that destitute54 idler smiled pleasantly and said that the people were out looking after their bits of land.
There was enough of the peasant-born in Peyrol, still, to remark that he had seen no man, woman, or child, or four-footed beast for hours, and that he would hardly have thought that there was any land worth looking after anywhere around. But the other insisted. Well, they were working on it all the same, at least those that had any.
At the sound of the voices the dog got up with a strange air of being all backbone55, and, approaching in dismal56 fidelity57, stood with his nose close to his master's calves58.
“And you,” said Peyrol, “you have no land then?”
The man took his time to answer. “I have a boat.”
Peyrol became interested when the man explained that his boat was on the salt pond, the large, deserted59 and opaque60 sheet of water lying dead between the two great bays of the living sea. Peyrol wondered aloud why any one should want a boat on it.
“There is fish there,” said the man.
“And is the boat all your worldly goods?” asked Peyrol.
The flies buzzed, the mule hung its head, moving its ears and flapping its thin tail languidly.
“I have a sort of hut down by the lagoon and a net or two,” the man confessed, as it were. Peyrol, looking down, completed the list by saying: “And this dog.”
The man again took his time to say:
“He is company.”
Peyrol sat as serious as a judge. “You haven't much to make a living of,” he delivered himself at last. “However! . . . Is there no inn, café, or some place where one could put up for a day? I have heard up inland that there was some such place.”
“I will show it to you,” said the man, who then went back to where he had been sitting and picked up a large empty basket before he led the way. His dog followed with his head and tail low, and then came Peyrol dangling61 his heels against the sides of the intelligent mule, which seemed to know before-hand all that was going to happen. At the corner where the houses ended there stood an old wooden cross stuck into a square block of stone. The lonely boatman of the Lagoon of Pesquiers pointed62 in the direction of a branching path where the rises terminating the peninsula sank into a shallow pass. There were leaning pines on the skyline, and in the pass itself dull silvery green patches of olive orchards63 below a long yellow wall backed by dark cypresses64, and the red roofs of buildings which seemed to belong to a farm.
“Will they lodge65 me there?” asked Peyrol.
“I don't know. They will have plenty of room, that's certain. There are no travellers here. But as for a place of refreshment66, it used to be that. You have only got to walk in. If he isn't there, the mistress is sure to be there to serve you. She belongs to the place. She was born on it. We know all about her.”
“What sort of woman is she?” asked Citizen Peyrol, who was very favourably67 impressed by the aspect of the place.
“Well, you are going there. You shall soon see. She is young.”
“And the husband?” asked Peyrol, who, looking down into the other's steady upward stare, detected a flicker68 in the brown, slightly faded eyes. “Why are you staring at me like this? I haven't got a black skin, have I?”
The other smiled, showing in the thick pepper-and-salt growth on his face as sound a set of teeth as Citizen Peyrol himself. There was in his bearing something embarrassed, but not unfriendly, and, he uttered a phrase from which Peyrol discovered that the man before him, the lonely, hirsute69, sunburnt and barelegged human being at his stirrup, nourished patriotic70 suspicions as to his character. And this seemed to him outrageous72. He wanted to know in a severe voice whether he looked like a confounded landsman of any kind. He swore also without, however, losing any of the dignity of expression inherent in his type of features and in the very modelling of his flesh.
“For an aristocrat73 you don't look like one, but neither do you look like a farmer or a pedlar or a patriot71. You don't look like anything that has been seen here for years and years and years. You look like one, I dare hardly say what. You might be a priest.”
Astonishment74 kept Peyrol perfectly quiet on his mule. “Do I dream?” he asked himself mentally. “You aren't mad?” he asked aloud. “Do you know what you are talking about? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?”
“All the same,” persisted the other innocently, “it is much less than ten years ago since I saw one of them of the sort they call bishops75, who had a face exactly like yours.”
Instinctively77 Peyrol passed his hand over his face. What could there be in it? Peyrol could not remember ever having seen a bishop76 in his life. The fellow stuck to his point, for he puckered78 his brow and murmured:
“Others too. . . . I remember perfectly. . . . It isn't so many years ago. Some of them skulk79 amongst the villages yet, for all the chasing they got from the patriots80.”
The sun blazed on the boulders81 and stones and bushes in the perfect stillness of the air. The mule, disregarding with republican austerity the neighbourhood of a stable within less than a hundred and twenty yards, dropped its head, and even its ears, and dozed82 as if in the middle of a desert. The dog, apparently83 changed into stone at his master's heels, seemed to be dozing84 too with his nose near the ground. Peyrol had fallen into a deep meditation, and the boatman of the lagoon awaited the solution of his doubts without eagerness and with something like a grin within his thick beard. Peyrol's face cleared. He had solved the problem, but there was a shade of vexation in his tone.
“Well, it can't be helped,” he said. “I learned to shave from the English. I suppose that's what's the matter.”
At the name of the English the boatman pricked85 up his ears.
“One can't tell where they are all gone to,” he murmured. “Only three years ago they swarmed86 about this coast in their big ships. You saw nothing but them, and they were fighting all round Toulon on land. Then in a week or two, crac! — nobody! Cleared out devil knows where. But perhaps you would know.”
“Oh, yes,” said Peyrol, “I know all about the English, don't you worry your head.”
“I am not troubling my head. It is for you to think about what's best to say when you speak with him up there. I mean the master of the farm.”
“He can't be a better patriot than I am, for all my shaven face,” said Peyrol. “That would only seem strange to a savage87 like you.”
With an unexpected sigh the man sat down at the foot of the cross, and, immediately, his dog went off a little way and curled himself up amongst the tufts of grass.
“We are all savages88 here,” said the forlorn fisherman from the lagoon. “But the master up there is a real patriot from the town. If you were ever to go to Toulon and ask people about him they would tell you. He first became busy purveying89 the guillotine when they were purifying the town from all aristocrats90. That was even before the English came in. After the English got driven out there was more of that work than the guillotine could do. They had to kill traitors91 in the streets, in cellars, in their beds. The corpses92 of men and women were lying in heaps along the quays93. There were a good many of his sort that got the name of drinkers of blood. Well, he was one of the best of them. I am only just telling you.”
Peyrol nodded. “That will do me all right,” he said. And before he could pick up the reins94 and hit it with his heels the mule, as though it had just waited for his words, started off along the path.
In less than five minutes Peyrol was dismounting in front of a low, long addition to a tall farmhouse95 with very few windows, and flanked by walls of stones enclosing not only the yard but apparently a field or two also. A gateway96 stood open to the left, but Peyrol dismounted at the door, through which he entered a bare room, with rough whitewashed97 walls and a few wooden chairs and tables, which might have been a rustic98 café. He tapped with his knuckles99 on the table. A young woman with a fichu round her neck and a striped white and red skirt, with black hair and a red mouth, appeared in an inner doorway100.
“Bonjour, citoyenne,” said Peyrol. She was so startled by the unusual aspect of this stranger that she answered him only by a murmured “bonjour,” but in a moment she came forward and waited expectantly. The perfect oval of her face, the colour of her smooth cheeks, and the whiteness of her throat forced from the Citizen Peyrol a slight hiss101 through his clenched102 teeth.
“I am thirsty, of course,” he said, “but what I really want is to know whether I can stay here.”
The sound of a mule's hoofs103 outside caused Peyrol to start, but the woman arrested him.
“She is only going to the shed. She knows the way. As to what you said, the master will be here directly. Nobody ever comes here. And how long would you want to stay?”
The old rover of the seas looked at her searchingly.
“To tell you the truth, citoyenne, it may be in a manner of speaking for ever.”
She smiled in a bright flash of teeth, without gaiety or any change in her restless eyes that roamed about the empty room as though Peyrol had come in attended by a mob of Shades.
“It's like me,” she said. “I lived as a child here.”
“You are but little more than that now,” said Peyrol, examining her with a feeling that was no longer surprise or curiosity, but seemed to be lodged104 in his very breast.
“Are you a patriot?” she asked, still surveying the invisible company in the room.
Peyrol, who had thought that he had “done with all that damned nonsense,” felt angry and also at a loss for an answer.
“I am a Frenchman,” he said bluntly.
“Arlette!” called out an aged105 woman's voice through the open inner door.
“What do you want?” she answered readily.
“There's a saddled mule come into the yard.”
“All right. The man is here.” Her eyes, which had steadied, began to wander again all round and about the motionless Peyrol. She moved a step nearer to him and asked in a low confidential106 tone: “Have you ever carried a woman's head on a pike?”
Peyrol, who had seen fights, massacres107 on land and Sea, towns taken by assault by savage warriors108, who had killed men in attack and defence, found himself at first bereft109 of speech by this simple question, and next moved to speak bitterly.
“No. I have heard men boast of having done so. They were mostly braggarts with craven hearts. But what is all this to you?”
She was not listening to him, the edge of her white even teeth pressing her lower lip, her eyes never at rest. Peyrol remembered suddenly the sans-culotte — the blood-drinker. Her husband. Was it possible? . . . Well, perhaps it was possible. He could not tell. He felt his utter incompetence110. As to catching111 her glance, you might just as well have tried to catch a wild sea-bird with your hands. And altogether she was like a sea-bird — not to be grasped. But Peyrol knew how to be patient, with that patience that is so often a form of courage. He was known for it. It had served him well in dangerous situations. Once it had positively112 saved his life. Nothing but patience. He could well wait now. He waited. And suddenly as if tamed by his patience this strange creature dropped her eyelids113, advanced quite close to him and began to finger the lapel of his coat-something that a child might have done. Peyrol all but gasped114 with surprise, but he remained perfectly still. He was disposed to hold his breath. He was touched by a soft indefinite emotion, and as her eyelids remained lowered till her black lashes115 seemed to lie like a shadow on her pale cheek, there was no need for him to force a smile. After the first moment he was not even surprised. It was merely the sudden movement, not the nature of the act itself, that had startled him.
“Yes. You may stay. I think we shall be friends. I'll tell you about the Revolution.”
At these words Peyrol, the man of violent deeds, felt something like a chill breath at the back of his head.
“What's the good of that?” he said.
“It must be,” she said and backed away from him swiftly, and without raising her eyes turned round and was gone in a moment, so lightly that one would have thought her feet had not touched the ground. Peyrol, staring at the open kitchen door, saw after a moment an elderly woman's head, with brown thin cheeks and tied up in a coloured handkerchief, peeping at him fearfully.
“A bottle of wine, please,” he shouted at it.
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