The crisis came sooner than I looked for. There was to be a great horse-racing5 at Middle Plantation6 the next Monday, which I had half a mind to attend, for, though I cared nothing for the sport, it would give me a chance of seeing some of our fellows from the York River. One morning I met Elspeth in the street of James Town, and she cried laughingly that she looked to see me at the races. After that I had no choice but go; so on the Monday morning I dressed myself with care, mounted my best horse, and rode to the gathering.
'Twas a pretty sight to see the spacious7 green meadow, now a little yellowing with the summer heat, set in the girdle of dark and leafy forest. I counted over forty chariots which had brought the rank of the countryside, each with its liveried servant and its complement8 of outriders. The fringe of the course blazed with ladies' finery, and a tent had been set up with a wide awning9 from which the fashionables could watch the sport. On the edge of the woods a multitude of horses were picketed10, and there were booths that sold food and drink, merry-go-rounds and fiddlers, and an immense concourse of every condition of folk, black slaves and water-side Indians, squatters from the woods, farmers from all the valleys, and the scum and ruck of the plantations12. I found some of my friends, and settled my business with them, but my eyes were always straying to the green awning where I knew that Elspeth sat.
I am no judge of racing, but I love the aspect of sleek13, slim horses, and I could applaud a skill in which I had no share. I can keep my seat on most four-legged beasts, but my horsemanship is a clumsy, rough-and-ready affair, very different from the effortless grace of your true cavalier. Mr. Grey's prowess, especially, filled me with awe14. He would leap an ugly fence without moving an inch in his saddle, and both in skill and the quality of his mounts he was an easy victor. The sight of such accomplishments15 depressed16 my pride, and I do not think I would have ventured near the tent had it not been for the Governor.
He saw me on the fringe of the crowd, and called me to him. "What bashfulness has taken you to-day, sir?" he cried, "That is not like your usual. There are twenty pretty dames17 here who pine for a word from you."
I saw his purpose well enough. He loved to make mischief18, and knew that the sight of me among the Virginian gentry19 would infuriate my unfriends. But I took him at his word and elbowed my way into the enclosure.
Then I wished to Heaven I had stayed at home. I got insolent20 glances from the youths, and the cold shoulder from the ladies. Elspeth smiled when she saw me, but turned the next second to gossip with her little court. She was a devout21 lover of horses, and had eyes for nothing but the racing. Her cheeks were flushed, and it was pretty to watch her excitement; how she hung breathless on the movements of the field, and clapped her hands at a brave finish. Pretty, indeed, but exasperating22 to one who had no part in that pleasant company.
I stood gloomily by the rail at the edge of the ladies' awning, acutely conscious of my loneliness. Presently Mr. Grey, whose racing was over, came to us, and had a favour pinned in his coat by Elspeth's fingers. He was evidently high in her good graces, for he sat down by her and talked gleefully. I could not but admire his handsome eager face, and admit with a bitter grudge23 that you would look long to find a comelier24 pair.
All this did not soothe25 my temper, and after an hour of it I was in desperate ill-humour with the world. I had just reached the conclusion that I had had as much as I wanted, when I heard Elspeth's voice calling me.
"Come hither, Mr. Garvald," she said. "We have a dispute which a third must settle. I favour the cherry, and Mr. Grey fancies the blue; but I maintain that blue crowds cherry unfairly at the corners. Use your eyes, sir, at the next turning."
I used my eyes, which are very sharp, and had no doubt of it.
"That is a matter for the Master of the Course," said Mr. Grey. "Will you uphold your view before him, sir?"
I said that I knew too little of the sport to be of much weight as a witness. To this he said nothing, but offered to wager26 with me on the result of the race, which was now all but ending. "Or no," said he, "I should not ask you that. A trader is careful of his guineas."
Elspeth did not hear, being intent on other things, and I merely shrugged28 my shoulders, though my fingers itched29 for the gentleman's ears.
In a little the racing ceased, and the ladies made ready to leave. Doctor Blair appeared, protesting that the place was not for his cloth, and gave Elspeth his arm to escort her to his coach. She cried a merry good-day to us, and reminded Mr. Grey that he had promised to sup with them on the morrow. When she had gone I spied a lace scarf which she had forgotten, and picked it up to restore it.
This did not please the other. He snatched it from me, and when I proposed to follow, tripped me deftly30, and sent me sprawling31 among the stools. As I picked myself up, I saw him running to overtake the Blairs.
This time there was no discreet32 girl to turn the edge of my fury. All the gibes33 and annoyances34 of the past months rushed into my mind, and set my head throbbing35. I was angry, but very cool with it all, for I saw that the matter had now gone too far for tolerance36. Unless I were to be the butt37 of Virginia, I must assert my manhood.
I nicked the dust from my coat, and walked quietly to where Mr. Grey was standing38 amid a knot of his friends, who talked of the races and their losses and gains. He saw me coming, and said something which made them form a staring alley11, down which I strolled. He kept regarding me with bright, watchful39 eyes.
"I have been very patient, sir," I said, "but there is a limit to what a man may endure from a mannerless fool." And I gave him a hearty40 slap on the face.
Instantly there was a dead silence, in which the sound seemed to linger intolerably. He had grown very white, and his eyes were wicked.
"I am obliged to you, sir," he said. "You are some kind of ragged41 gentleman, so no doubt you will give me satisfaction."
"Will you name your friend now?" he asked. "These matters demand quick settlement."
To whom was I to turn? I knew nobody of the better class who would act for me. For a moment I thought of Colonel Beverley, but his age and dignity were too great to bring him into this squabble of youth. Then a notion struck me.
"If you will send your friend to my man, John Faulkner, he will make all arrangements. He is to be found any day in my shop."
With this defiance43, I walked nonchalantly out of the dumbfoundered group, found my horse, and rode homewards.
My coolness did not last many minutes, and long ere I had reached James Town I was a prey44 to dark forebodings. Here was I, a peaceful trader, who desired nothing more than to live in amity45 with all men, involved in a bloody46 strife47. I had sought it, and yet it had been none of my seeking. I had graver thoughts to occupy my mind than the punctilios of idle youth, and yet I did not see how the thing could have been shunned48. It was my hard fate to come athwart an obstacle which could not be circumvented49, but must be broken. No friend could help me in the business, not Ringan, nor the Governor, nor Colonel Beverley. It was my own affair, which I must go through with alone. I felt as solitary50 as a pelican51.
Remember, I was not fighting for any whimsy52 about honour, nor even for the love of Elspeth. I had openly provoked Grey because the hostility53 of the young gentry had become an intolerable nuisance in my daily life. So, with such pedestrian reasons in my mind, I could have none of the heady enthusiasm of passion. I wanted him and his kind cleared out of my way, like a noisome54 insect, but I had no flaming hatred55 of him to give me heart.
The consequence was that I became a prey to dismal56 fear. That bravery which knows no ebb57 was never mine. Indeed, I am by nature timorous58, for my fancy is quick, and I see with horrid59 clearness the incidents of a peril60. Only a shamefaced conscience holds me true, so that, though I have often done temerarious deeds, it has always been because I feared shame more than the risk, and my knees have ever been knocking together and my lips dry with fright. I tried to think soberly over the future, but could get no conclusion save that I would not do murder. My conscience was pretty bad about the whole business. I was engaged in the kind of silly conflict which I had been bred to abhor61; I had none of the common gentleman's notions about honour; and I knew that if by any miracle I slew62 Grey I should be guilty in my own eyes of murder. I would not risk the guilt63. If God had determined64 that I should perish before my time, then perish I must.
This despair brought me a miserable65 kind of comfort. When I reached home I went straight to Faulkner.
"I have quarrelled to-day with a gentleman, John, and have promised him satisfaction. You must act for me in the affair. Some one will come to see you this evening, and the meeting had better be at dawn to-morrow."
He opened his eyes very wide. "Who is it, then?" he asked.
"Mr. Charles Grey of Grey's Hundred," I replied.
This made him whistle low, "He's a fine swordsman," he said. "I never heard there was any better in the dominion66. You'll be to fight with swords?"
I thought hard for a minute. I was the challenged, and so had the choice of weapons. "No," said I, "you are to appoint pistols, for it is my right."
At this Faulkner slowly grinned. "It's a new weapon for these affairs. What if they'll not accept? But it's no business of mine, and I'll remember your wishes." And the strange fellow turned again to his accounts.
I spent the evening looking over my papers and making various appointments in case I did not survive the morrow. Happily the work I had undertaken for Lawrence was all but finished, and of my ordinary business Faulkner knew as much as myself. I wrote a letter to Uncle Andrew, telling him frankly67 the situation, that he might know how little choice I had. It was a cold-blooded job making these dispositions68, and I hope never to have the like to do again. Presently I heard voices outside, and Faulkner came to the door with Mr. George Mason, the younger, of Thornby, who passed for the chief buck69 in Virginia. He gave me a cold bow.
"I have settled everything with this gentleman, but I would beg of you, sir, to reconsider your choice of arms. My friend will doubtless be ready enough to humour you, but you have picked a barbarous weapon for Christian70 use."
"It's my only means of defence," I said.
"Then you stick to your decision?"
I did not attempt to sleep. Faulkner told me that we were to meet the next morning half an hour after sunrise at a place in the forest a mile distant. Each man was to fire one shot, but two pistols were allowed in case of a misfire. All that night by the light of a lamp I got my weapons ready. I summoned to my recollection all the knowledge I had acquired, and made sure that nothing should be lacking so far as human skill would go. I had another pistol besides the one I called "Elspeth," also made in Glasgow, but a thought longer in the barrel. For this occasion I neglected cartouches, and loaded in the old way. I tested my bullets time and again, and weighed out the powder as if it had been gold dust. It was short range, so I made my charges small. I tried my old device of wrapping each bullet in soft wool smeared71 with beeswax. All this passed the midnight hours, and then I lay down for a little rest, but not for sleep.
I was glad when Faulkner summoned me half an hour before sunrise. I remember that I bathed head and shoulders in cold water, and very carefully dressed myself in my best clothes. My pistols lay in the box which Faulkner carried. I drank a glass of wine, and as we left I took a long look at the place I had created, and the river now lit with the first shafts72 of morning. I wondered incuriously if I should ever see it again.
My tremors73 had all gone by now, and I was in a mood of cold, thoughtless despair. The earth had never looked so bright as we rode through the green aisles74 all filled with the happy song of birds. Often on such a morning I had started on a journey, with my heart grateful for the goodness of the world. Could I but keep the road, I should come in time to the swampy75 bank of the York; and then would follow the chestnut76 forest: and the wide marshes77 towards the Rappahannock; and everywhere I should meet friendly human faces, and then at night I should eat a hunter's meal below the stars. But that was all past, and I was moving towards death in a foolish strife in which I had no heart, and where I could find no honour, I think I laughed aloud at my exceeding folly78.
We turned from the path into an alley which led to an open space on the edge of a derelict clearing. There, to my surprise, I found a considerable company assembled. Grey was there with his second, and a dozen or more of his companions stood back in the shadow of the trees. The young blood of Virginia had come out to see the trader punished.
During the few minutes while the seconds were busy pacing the course and arranging for the signal, I had no cognizance of the world around me. I stood with abstracted eyes watching a grey squirrel in one of the branches, and trying to recall a line I had forgotten in a song. There seemed to be two Andrew Garvalds that morning, one filled with an immense careless peace, and the other a weak creature who had lived so long ago as to be forgotten. I started when Faulkner came to place me, and followed him without a word. But as I stood up and saw Grey twenty paces off, turning up his wristbands and tossing his coat to a friend, I realized the business I had come on. A great flood of light was rolling down the forest aisles, but it was so clear and pure that it did not dazzle. I remember thinking in that moment how intolerable had become the singing of birds.
I deadened my heart to memories, took my courage in both hands, and forced myself to the ordeal79. For it is an ordeal to face powder if you have not a dreg of passion in you, and are resolved to make no return. I am left-handed, and so, in fronting my opponent, I exposed my heart. If Grey were the marksman I thought him, now was his chance for revenge.
My wits were calm now, and my senses very clear. I heard a man say slowly that he would count three and then drop his kerchief, and at the dropping we should fire. Our eyes were on him as he lifted his hand and slowly began,—"One—two—"
Then I looked away, for the signal mattered nothing to me. I suddenly caught Grey's eyes, and something whistled past my ear, cutting the lobe80 and shearing81 off a lock of hair. I did not heed82 it. What filled my mind was the sight of my enemy, very white and drawn83 in the face, holding a smoking pistol and staring at me.
I emptied my pistol among the tree-tops.
No one moved. Grey continued to stare, leaning a little forward, with his lips working.
Then I took from Faulkner my second pistol. My voice came out of my throat, funnily cracked as if from long disuse.
"Mr. Grey," I cried, "I would not have you think that I cannot shoot."
Forty yards from me on the edge of the covert84 a turkey stood, with its foolish, inquisitive85 head. The sound of the shots had brought the bird out to see what was going on. It stood motionless, blinking its eyes, the very mark I desired.
I pointed86 to it with my right hand, flung forward my pistol, and fired. It rolled over as dead as stone, and Faulkner walked to pick it up. He put back my pistols in the box, and we turned to seek the horses….
Then Grey came up to me. His mouth was hard-set, but the lines were not of pride. I saw that he too had been desperately87 afraid, and I rejoiced that others beside me had been at breaking-point.
"Our quarrel is at an end, sir?" he said, and his voice was hesitating.
"Why, yes," I said. "It was never my seeking, though I gave the offence."
"I have behaved like a cub88, sir," and he spoke89 loud, so that all could hear. "You have taught me a lesson in gentility. Will you give me your hand?"
I could find no words, and dumbly held out my right hand.
"Nay90, sir," he said, "the other, the one that held the trigger. I count it a privilege to hold the hand of a brave man."
I had been tried too hard, and was all but proving my bravery by weeping like a bairn.
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