The carter was holding the curtain back and critically apostrophizing the thing within.
“Ay, he be sound enough. Reckon nought1 but the last trump’ll waken yon. Now, youngster, where may you live?”
I told him.
“Sure,” he said, “the old crazed mill?” Then I thought he muttered: “Well, ’tis one vermin the less,” but I was not sure and nothing mattered—nothing.
He asked me if I would like to ride with it inside. The mere2 suggestion was terror to me, and I stammered3 out that I would rather walk, for I had tried my best already and had given up hope.
So we set off slowly through the dumb, haunted twilight4. Thoughts would not come to me in any definite form. I imagined the cathedral bells were ringing, till I found it was only a jangling in my brain, discordant5 and unearthly. People came toward us who on nearing were resolved into distorted rags of mist; voices croaked6 with laughter, and they were only the swung branches of trees.
Suddenly I heard an exclamation—real enough this time—and saw the carter run to the head of his team and stop them.
“Woa, then!” he cried, in a frightened voice; and then with terrified impatience7: “Coom hither, marn; I tell ’ee. Don’t ’ee stand theer gawking at the air. Dang it, the ghost walks!” He stamped his heavy foot, seeing me motionless; then cried again: “Take thee foul8 burden out o’ the wain and dang me for a fool ever to have meddled9 wi’t!”
A gush10 of wondrous11 hope flooded my breast. I tore to the rear of the wagon12, dashed back the curtain—and there was Modred sitting up and swaying feebly from side to side.
I leaped; I caught him in my arms; my breath came in laughter and sobs13. “Oh, Modred, Modred!” I cried. “I didn’t mean it—it wasn’t me—I’m not like that!” and then I broke down and wept long and convulsively, though I would never let him out of my clutch.
At this I beat under my hysterical15 outburst and set to rubbing him all over in frantic16 eagerness. It seemed to ease him a little and I blessed him that he lay passively against me and did not offer to push me away. Poor fellow, he was far too weak as yet for any resistance.
“Come here,” I called back, with a tearful laugh. “He’s better; he’s recovered!”
The fellow came round gingerly and stood a little distance off.
“See for yourself!” I cried. “He wasn’t drowned after all. He’s come round!”
The man spat19 viciously in the road and came sullenly20 forward. He was defrauded21 of an excitement and he felt the injury grievously.
“Nonsense!” I said, buoyantly; “you yourself thought him dead. Carry us on to the mill and I’ll promise you a proper skinful of liquor.”
He was crabbed23 and undecided, but presently he went forward and whipped up his horses with a surly oath. As the wagon pitched, Modred opened his eyes, which he had shut, and looked up at me.
“Are you feeling better, old boy?” I said, tenderly.
“The pain isn’t so bad, but I’m tired to death,” said he.
“Rest, and don’t talk. You’ll be stronger in a bit.”
He closed his eyes again and I tried to shield him as much as I could from the jolting24. I had already wrapped him up warm in some old sacks that were heaped in a corner of the wagon. So all the way home I held him, counting his every breath, loving him as I had never done before.
It was dark when we reached the mill and I laid him gently back and leaped down.
“Dad! Dad!” I shouted, running down the yard and into the house; but he was already standing25 at the head of the stairs, with a candle in his hand.
“Modred’s had an accident!” I cried, in a subdued26 voice—I could not keep the lie back. It seemed so dreadful at the outset to confess and stand aside condemned—while others helped. Jason and Zyp came out on the landing and my father ran down the stairs hurriedly.
“What’s that?” he said—“Modred!”
“He got caught in the weeds and was nearly drowned, but he’s getting better.”
“Where is he?” He seized me by the arm as he spoke27, and dragged me to the mill door. I could feel the pulses in his finger tips through my coat.
“He’s in a wain outside, and I promised the man a long drink for bringing us home.”
“There’s a full bottle in the cupboard—bring it down,” shouted my father to Jason. Then he hurried to the wagon and lifted out the breathing figure and looked into its face. After all, it was his youngest.
“Not much harm, perhaps,” said he. “Run and tell them to heat some water and the blankets.”
While I was finding old Peg29 and explaining and giving the order, they carried him upstairs. I did not dare follow them, but, the reaction over, leaned, feeling sick and faint, in the passage outside the little kitchen. Perhaps even now he was telling them, and I dreaded30 more than I can describe the sentence which a first look at any one of their faces might confirm.
Presently old Peg came out to me with a can of boiling water and flung an armful of warm blankets over my shoulder.
“There’s for you, Renalt,” she cried in her thin, rusty31 voice; then muttered, clawing her hips32 like a monkey: “’Tis flying in the Lord’s face o’ Providence33, to me a old woman; like as restoring a froze snake on the hearth34.”
I had no heart for retort, but sped from the sinister35 old witch with my burden. I saw Zyp and Jason in the living-room as I passed, but, though they called to me, I ran on and upstairs to the door of Modred’s room, which was next ours.
My father came out to my knock and took the things from me.
“Now,” said he, “I want nobody here but myself and Dr. Crackenthorpe. Go you and fetch him, if he’s to be found.”
Happy to be employed in any useful service, I hurried away on my errand. The door of the sitting-room36 was shut, at which I was glad. Very little respite37 gave me fresh lease of hope.
The doctor’s home was close by, in a straggling street of old buildings that ran off our end of the High street, and the doctor himself was, I was told, within.
I found him seated in a musty little parlor38, with some ugly casts of murderers’ heads facing him from the top of a varnished39 bookcase.
“Ah, my friend!” he screeched40, cracking his knuckles41; “those interest you, eh? Well, perhaps I shall have the pleasure of adding your picture to them some day.”
“Now, what’s your business?” said he.
I told him.
“Eh,” he said, and bent43 forward and looked at me narrowly. “Near drowned, eh? Why, what were you doing, you young limb?”
“I went after him,” I answered, faintly, “but I couldn’t get the weeds loose.”
“Dressed, too?” he said, for the sop44 of my underclothes had come through the upper, and nothing escaped his hawk’s eye; “why, you’re a hero, upon my word.”
He bade me begone after that and he would follow immediately. And I returned to the mill, and, softly climbing the stairs, shut myself into my room and sat upon the edge of the bed listening—listening for every breath and sound in the old eerie45 house. I heard the doctor come up the stairs and enter the room next door. I heard the low murmur46 of voices and strained my ears to gather what was said, but could not make out a word. And the darkness grew into my soul and shut out all the old light of happy reason. Should I ever feel innocent again? And would Modred, satisfied with his knowledge of the dreadful heritage of remorse47 I had laid up for myself, forego his right to denounce me and to forever make me an outcast and alone? I hardly dared to hope it, yet clung with a strenuous48 longing49 to thought of his mercy.
It may have been hours I sat there. I do not know. I had heard footsteps go up and down the stairs many times. And then a silence fell. What was the meaning of it? Was it possible that life had only rallied in him momentarily, like the flame of a dying candle and had suddenly sunk for good and all into endless darkness? Had he told? Why did no one come near me? I could stand it no longer.
As I sprung to my feet I heard a footstep again on the stairs and Jason walked into the room and shut the door. He took no notice of me, but began to undress.
“Jason!” I cried, and the agony in my voice I could not repress. “How is he? Has he spoken? Oh, don’t keep me in this torture.”
“What torture?” said my brother, looking at me with a cold, unresponsive eye. “Why should you be upset more than the rest of us? He’s asleep all right, and not to be bothered with any questions.”
Thank God! Oh, thank God! I took no notice of his looks or tone, for I was absorbed in great gratitude50 to heaven that my worst fears were idle ones.
“Where’s dad?” I said.
He was already in bed; but I sat on and on in the darkness. I had only one thought—one longing to wait till Jason was fast in slumber52, and then to creep to Modred’s side and implore53 his forgiveness.
Presently the deep, regular breathing of my brother announced to me the termination of my vigil. With my heart beating in a suffocating54 manner, I stole to the door, opened it and stood outside that of Modred’s room. I listened a moment. A humming noise of garrulous55 voices below was the only sound that broke the silence of the house. Softly I turned the handle and softly crept into the room. There was light in it, for on the wash-hand stand a rush candle burned dimly in an old lanthorn.
He gave a start, for he was lying awake in his bed, then half-rose on his elbow and looked at me with frightened eyes.
“Don’t come near,” he whispered. “What do you want? You aren’t going to try to kill me again?”
I gave a little strangled, agonized56 cry, and, dropping on my knees where I stood, stretched out my arms to him imploringly57.
“Oh, Modred, don’t! Don’t! You can’t think I meant it! It was only a horrible impulse. I was mad, and I nearly drowned myself directly afterward58 in saving you.”
The fright went from his face and something like its familiar look returned to it.
“Are you sorry?” he said.
“Sorry? Oh, I will do anything you like if you will only believe me.”
“Come here, Renny,” he said, “and stand by me. I want to see you better.”
I obeyed humbly—lovingly.
“You want me to forgive you?”
“If you could, Modred—if you only could.”
“And not to peach?”
I hung my head in shame and the tears were in my eyes again.
“Well, I’ll agree, on one condition.”
“Make any you like, Modred. I’ll swear to keep it; I’ll never forget it.”
“Zyp’s it,” he said, looking away from me.
“Yes,” I said, gently, with a prescience of what was coming.
“You’ll have to give her up for good and all—keep out of her way; let her know somehow you’re sick of her. And keep Jason out of the way. You and he were chums enough before she came.”
“I swear for myself, and to do what I can with Jason,” I said, dully. What did it matter? One way or another the buoyant light of existence was shut to me for good and all.
“It’s the only way,” said Modred, and he gave me a look that I dare not call crafty59. “After all, it isn’t much,” he said, “considering what you did to me, and she seems to be getting tired of you—now, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I said in a low voice.
“Then, that’s settled. And now let me be, for I feel as if I can sleep. Hand me my breeches first, though. There’s something in the pocket I want.”
“Shall I get it out for you, old boy?”
“No, no!” he answered, hurriedly. “Give them to me, can’t you?”
I did as he wanted and crept from the room. What did it matter? Zyp had already cast me off, but for the evil deed I was respited60. A moment ago the girl had seemed as nothing, set in the scale against my brother’s forgiveness. Could it be the true, loving spirit of forgiveness that could make such a condition? Hush61! I must not think that thought. What did it matter?
I did not go back to my room, but sat on a stair at the head of the downward flight, with a strange, stunned62 feeling. Below the voices went on spasmodically—now a long murmur—now a snatch of song—now an angry phrase. By and by, I think, I must have fallen into a sort of stupor63, for I seemed to wake all at once to a thunderous uproar64.
I started to my feet. Magnified as all sounds are in the moment of recovered consciousness, there was yet noise enough below to convince me that a violent quarrel between the two men was toward. I heard my father’s voice in bitter denunciation.
“You’ve been hawking65 over my quarry66 this long while. I’ll tear the truth out of your long throat! Give me back my cameo—where is it?”
“A fig28 for your cameo!” cried the other in a shrill67 voice, “and I tell you this is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“You’ve been watching me, you fiend, you! Dogging me—haunting me! I’ll have no more o’t! I’m not to be bribed68 or threatened or coaxed69 any more; least of all thieved from. Where is it?”
“You aren’t, aren’t you?” screeched the doctor. “You leave me here and I fall asleep. You’re away and you come storming back that I’ve robbed you. It’s a trap, by thunder, but you won’t catch me in it!”
“I believe you’re lying!” cried my father. His voice seemed strained with passion. But the other answered him now much more coolly.
“Believe what you like, my friend. It’s beneath my dignity to contradict you again; but take this for certain—if you slander70 me in public, I’ll ruin you!”
Then silence fell and I waited to hear no more. I stole to my room and crept to bed. I had never changed my drenched71 clothes and the deadly chill of my limbs was beginning to overcome the frost in my heart.
It seemed hours before the horrible coldness relaxed, and then straightway a parching72 fever scorched73 me as if I lay against a furnace. I heard sounds and dull footsteps and the ghostly creaking of stairs, but did not know if they were real or only incidents in my half-delirium.
At last as day was breaking I fell into a heavy, exhausted74 sleep. It merged75 into a dream of my younger brother. We walked together as we had done as little children, my arm around his neck. “Zenny,” he said, like a baby paraphrasing76 Zyp’s words, “what’s ’ove dat ’ey talk about?” I could have told him in the gushing77 of my heart, but in a moment he ran from me and faded.
I gave a cry and woke, and Jason was standing over me, with a white, scared face.
“Get up!” he whispered; “Modred’s dead!”
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