CHAPTERV
REVENGE
Andfullofblackrage!Hadsheonlyreproachedme,or,turningonmeinthehourofMYvictory,saidallthatshehadnowsaidinthemomentofherown,Icouldhaveborneit。Shemighthaveshamedmethen,andImighthavetakentheshametomyselfandforgivenher。But,asitwas,Istoodthereinthegatheringdusk,betweenthedarkeninghedges,baffled,tricked,defeated!Andbyawoman!Shehadpittedherwitsagainstmine,herwoman'swillagainstmyexperience,andshehadcomeoffthevictor。Andthenshehadreviledme!AsItookitallin,andbegantocomprehendalsothemoreremoteresults,andhowcompletelyhermovehadmadefurtherprogressonmypartimpossible,Ihatedher。Shehadtrickedmewithhergraciouswaysandherslow-comingsmile。And,afterall——forwhatshehadsaid——itwasthisman'slifeormine。'WhathadIdonethatanothermanwouldnotdo?MONDIEU!inthefuturetherewasnothingIwouldnotdo。Iwouldmakehersmartforthosewordsofhers!Iwouldbringhertoherknees!
Still,hotasIwas,anhourmighthaverestoredmetocoolness。ButwhenIstartedtoreturn,Ifellintoafreshrage,forIrememberedthatIdidnotknowmywayoutofthemazeofridesandpathsintowhichshehaddrawnme;andthisandthemishapswhichfollowed,keptmyragehot。ForafullhourIwanderedinthewood,unable,thoughIknewwherethevillagelay,tofindanytrackwhichledcontinuouslyinonedirection。
Whenever,attheendofeachattempt,thethicketbroughtmeupshort,IfanciedthatIheardherlaughingonthefarthersideofthebrake;andtheignominyofthischancepunishment,andthecheckwhichtheconfinementplacedonmyrage,almostmaddenedme。InthedarknessIfell,androsecursing;Itoremyhandswiththorns;Istainedmysuit,whichhadsufferedsadlyoncebefore。Atlength,whenIhadalmostresignedmyselftolieinthewood,Icaughtsightofthelightsofthevillage,and,tremblingbetweenhasteandanger,pressedtowardsthem。InafewminutesIstoodinthelittlestreet。
Thelightsoftheinnshoneonlyfiftyyardsaway;butbeforeIcouldshowmyselfeventherepridesuggestedthatIshoulddosomethingtorepairmyclothes。I
stopped,andscrapedandbrushedthem;and,atthesametime,didwhatIcouldtocomposemyfeatures。ThenI
advancedtothedoorandknocked。Almostontheinstantthelandlord'svoicecriedfromtheinside,'Enter,Monsieur!'
Iraisedthelatchandwentin。Themanwasalone,squattingoverthefirewarminghishands。Ablackpotsimmeredontheashes,AsIenteredheraisedthelidandpeepedinside。Thenheglancedoverhisshoulder。
'Youexpectedme?'Isaiddefiantly,walkingtothehearth,andsettingoneofmydampbootsonthelogs。
'Yes,'heanswered,noddingcurtly。'Yoursupperisjustready。Ithoughtthatyouwouldbeinaboutthistime。'
Hegrinnedashespoke,anditwaswithdifficultyI
suppressedmywrath。
'MademoiselledeCocheforettoldyou,'Isaid,affectingindifference,'whereIwas?'
'Ay,Mademoiselle——orMadame,'hereplied,grinningafresh。
Soshehadtoldhim;whereshehadleftme,andhowshehadtrickedme!Shehad,mademethevillagelaughing-
stock!Myrageflashedoutafreshatthethought,and,atthesightofhismockingface,Iraisedmyfist。
Buthereadthethreatinmyeyes,andwasupinamoment,snarling,withhishandonhisknife。
'Notagain,Monsieur!'hecried,inhisvilepatois。
'Myheadissorestill。raiseyourhandandIwillripyouupasIwouldapig!'
'Sitdown,fool,'Isaid。'Iamnotgoingtoharmyou。
Whereisyourwife?'
'Aboutherbusiness。'
'Whichshouldbegettingmysupper,'Iretorted。
Herosesullenly,and,fetchingaplatter,pouredthemessofbrothandvegetablesintoit。Thenhewenttoacupboardandbroughtoutaloafofblackbreadandameasureofwine,andsetthemalsoonthetable。
'Youseeit,'hesaidlaconically。
'Andapoorwelcome!'Ireplied。
Heflamedintosuddenpassionatthat。Leaningwithbothhishandsonthetablehethrusthisruggedfaceandblood-shoteyesclosetomine。Hismoustachiosbristled,hisbeardtrembled。
'Harkye,sirrah!'hemuttered,withsullenemphasis,'becontent!Ihavemysuspicions。Andifitwerenotformylady'sordersIwouldputaknifeintoyou,fairorfoul,thisverynight。Youwouldliesnugoutside,insteadofinside,andIdonotthinkanyonewouldbetheworse。Butasitis,becontent。Keepastilltongue;andwhenyouturnyourbackonCocheforetto-morrowkeepitturned。'
'Tut!tut!'Isaid——butIconfessthatIwasalittleoutofcountenance。'Threatenedmenlivelong,yourascal!'
'InParis!'heansweredsignificantly。'Nothere,Monsieur。'
Hestraightenedhimselfwiththat,noddedonce,andwentbacktothefire;andIshruggedmyshouldersandbegantoeat,affectingtoforgethispresence。Thelogsonthehearthburnedsullenly,andgavenolight。Thepooroil-lamp,castingweirdshadowsfromwalltowall,servedonlytodiscoverthedarkness。Theroom,withitslowroofandearthenfloor,andfoulclothesflunghereandthere,reekedofstalemealsandgarlicandvilecooking。IthoughtoftheparlouratCocheforet,andthedaintytable,andthestillness,andthescentedpot-herbs;andthoughIwastoooldasoldiertoeattheworsebecausemyspoonlackedwashing,Ifeltthechange,andlaiditsavagelyatMademoiselle'sdoor。
Thelandlord,watchingmestealthilyfromhisplacebythehearth,readmythoughtsandchuckledaloud。
'Palacefare,palacemanners!'hemutteredscornfully。
'Setabeggaronhorseback,andhewillride——backtotheinn!'
'Keepaciviltongue,willyou!'Ianswered,scowlingathim。
'Haveyoufinished?'heretorted。
Irose,withoutdeigningtoreply,and,goingtothefire,drewoffmyboots,whichwerewetthrough。He,ontheinstant,sweptoffthewineandloaftothecupboard,andthen,comingbackfortheplatterIhadused,tookit,openedthebackdoor,andwentout,leavingthedoorajar。Thedraughtwhichcameinbeattheflameofthelampthiswayandthat,andgavethedingy,gloomyroomanairstillmoremiserable。Iroseangrilyfromthefire,andwenttothedoor,intendingtocloseitwithabang。
ButwhenIreachedit,Isawsomething,betweendoorandjamb,whichstayedmyhand。Thedoorledtoashedinwhichthehousewifewashedpotsandthelike。Ifeltsomesurprise,therefore,whenIfoundalightthereatthistimeofnight;stillmoresurprisewhenIsawwhatshewasdoing。
Shewasseatedonthemudfloor,witharush-lightbeforeher,andoneithersideofherahigh-piledheapofrefuseandrubbish。Fromoneofthese,atthemomentIcaughtsightofher,shewassortingthings——horriblefilthysweepingsofroadorfloor——totheother;shakingandsiftingeacharticleasshepasseditacross,andthentakingupanotherandrepeatingtheactionwithit,andsoon——allminutely,warily,withanairofsomuchpatienceandpersistencethatIstoodwondering。Somethings——rags——sheheldupbetweenhereyesandthelight,someshepassedthroughherfingers,someshefairlytoreinpieces。Andallthetimeherhusbandstoodwatchinghergreedily,myplatterstillinhishand,asifherstrangeoccupationfascinatedhim。
Istoodlooking,also,forhalfaminute,perhaps;thentheman'seye,raisedforasinglesecondtothedoor-
way,metmine。Hestarted,mutteredsomethingtohiswife,and,quickasthought,hekickedthelightout,leavingtheshedindarkness。Cursinghimforanill-
conditionedfellow,Iwalkedbacktothefire,laughing。
Inatwinklinghefollowedme,hisfacedarkwithrage。
'VENTRE-SAINT-GRIS!'heexclaimed,thrustinghimselfclosetome。'Isnotaman'shousehisown?'
'Itis,forme,'Iansweredcoolly,shruggingmyshoulders。'Andhiswife:ifshelikestopickdirtyragsatthishour,thatisyouraffair。'
'Pigofaspy!'hecried,foamingwithrage。
Iwasangryenoughatbottom,butIhadnothingtogainbyquarrellingwiththefellow;andIcurtlybadehimrememberhimself。
'Yourmistressgaveyouorders,'Isaidcontemptuously。
'Obeythem。'
Hespatonthefloor,butatthesametimehegrewcalmer。
'Youarerightthere,'heansweredspitefully。'Whatmatter,afterall,sinceyouleaveto-morrowatsix?
Yourhorsehasbeensentdown,andyourbaggageisabove。'
'Iwillgotoit,'Iretorted。'Iwantnoneofyourcompany。Givemealight,fellow!'
Heobeyedreluctantly,and,gladtoturnmybackonhim,Iwentuptheladder,stillwonderingfaintly,inthemidstofmyannoyance,whathiswifewasaboutthatmychancedetectionofherhadsoenragedhim。Evennowhewasnotquitehimself。Hefollowedmewithabuse,and,deprivedbymydepartureofanyothermeansofshowinghisspite,felltoshoutingthroughthefloor,biddingmeremembersixo'clock,andbestirring;withothertaunts,whichdidnotceaseuntilhehadtiredhimselfout。
Thesightofmybelongings——whichIhadleftafewhoursbeforeattheChateau——strewnaboutthefloorofthisgarret,wentsomewaytowardsfiringmeagain。ButI
waswornout。Theindignitiesandmishapsoftheeveninghad,foronce,crushedmyspirit,andafterswearinganoathortwoIbegantopackmybags。
VengeanceIwouldhave;butthetimeandmannerIleftfordaylightthought。Beyondsixo'clockinthemorningIdidnotlookforward;andifIlongedforanythingitwasforalittleofthegoodArmagnacIhadwastedonthoseloutsofmerchantsinthekitchenbelow。Itmighthavedonemegoodnow。
Ihadwearilystrappeduponebag,andnearlyfilledtheother,whenIcameuponsomethingwhichdid,forthemoment,rousethedevilinme。Thiswasthetinyorange-colouredsachetwhichMademoisellehaddroppedthenightIfirstsawherattheinn,andwhich,itwillberemembered,Ipickedup。SincethatnightIhadnotseenit,andhadasgoodasforgottenit。Now,asI
foldedupmyotherdoublet,theoneIhadthenbeenwearing,itdroppedfrommypocket。
Thesightofitrecalledall——thatnight,andMademoiselle'sfaceinthelanternlight,andmyfineplans,andtheendofthem;and,inafitofchildishfury,theoutcomeoflongsuppressedpassion,Isnatchedupthesachetfromthefloorandtoreitacrossandacross,andflungthepiecesdown。Astheyfell,acloudoffinepungentdustburstfromthem,andwiththedust,somethingmoresolid,whichtinkledsharplyontheboards,asitfell。Ilookeddowntoseewhatthiswas——perhapsIalreadyrepentedofmyact;butforamomentIcouldseenothing。Thefloorwasgrimyanduninviting,thelightbad。
Incertainmoods,however,amanisobstinateaboutsmallthings,andImovedthetapernearer。AsIdidsoapointoflight,aflashingsparklethatshoneforasecondamongthedirtandrefuseonthefloor,caughtmyeye。Itwasgoneinamoment,butIhadseenit。I
stared,andmovedthelightagain,andthesparkflashedoutafresh,thistimeinadifferentplace。Muchpuzzled,Iknelt,and,inatwinkling,foundatinycrystal。Hardbyitlayanother——andanother;eachaslargeasafair-sizedpea。Itookupthethree,androsetomyfeetagain,thelightinonehand,thecrystalsinthepalmoftheother。
Theywerediamonds!Diamondsofprice!Iknewitinamoment。AsImovedthetapertoandfroabovethem,andwatchedthefireglowandtrembleintheirdepths,I
knewthatIheldinmyhandthatwhichwouldbuythecrazyinnandallitscontentsadozentimesover!Theywerediamonds!Gemssofine,andofsorareawater——orIhadneverseengems——thatmyhandtrembledasIheldthem,andmyheadgrewhotandmyheartbeatfuriously。
ForamomentIthoughtthatIdreamed,thatmyfancyplayedmesometrick;andIclosedmyeyesanddidnotopenthemagainforaminute。ButwhenIdid,theretheywere,hard,real,andangular。Convincedatlast,inamazeofjoyandfear,Iclosedmyhanduponthem,and,stealingontip-toetothetrap-door,laidfirstmysaddleonitandthenmybags,andoverallmycloak,breathingfastthewhile。
ThenIstoleback,and,takingupthelightagain,begantosearchthefloor,patiently,inchbyinch,withnakedfeet,everysoundmakingmetrembleasIcrepthitherandthitheroverthecreakingboards。Andneverwassearchmoresuccessfulorbetterpaid。InthefragmentsofthesachetIfoundsixsmallerdiamondsandapairofrubies。EightlargediamondsIfoundonthefloor。
One,thelargestandlastfound,hadboundedaway,andlayagainstthewallinthefarthestcorner。Ittookmeanhourtorunthatonetoearth;butafterwardsIspentanotherhouronmyhandsandkneesbeforeIgaveupthesearch,and,satisfiedatlastthatIhadcollectedall,satdownonmysaddleonthetrap-door,and,bythelastflickeringlightofacandlewhichIhadtakenfrommybag,gloatedovermytreasure——atreasureworthyoffabledGolconda。
HardlycouldIbelieveinitsreality,evennow。
RecallingthejewelswhichtheEnglishDukeofBuckinghamworeontheoccasionofhisvisittoParisin1625,andwhereoftherewassomuchtalk,Itookthesetobeasfine,thoughlessinnumber。Theyshouldbeworthfifteenthousandcrowns,moreorless。Fifteenthousandcrowns!AndIheldtheminthehollowofmyhand——I,whowasscarcelyworthtenthousandsous。
Thecandlegoingoutcutshortmyadmiration。Leftinthedarkwiththesepreciousatoms,myfirstthoughtwashourImightdisposeofthemsafely;whichIdid,forthetime,bysecretingthemintheliningofmyboot。
MysecondthoughtturnedonthequestionhowtheyhadcomewhereIhadfoundthem,amongthepowderedspiceandperfumesinMademoiselledeCocheforet'ssachet。
Aminute'sreflectionenabledmetocomeverynearthesecret,andatthesametimeshedafloodoflightonseveraldarkplaces,WhatClonhadbeenseekingonthepathbetweenthehouseandthevillage,whatthegoodwifeoftheinnhadsoughtamongthesweepingsofyardandfloor,Iknewnowthesachet——knew,too,whathadcausedthemarkedandsuddenanxietyIhadnoticedattheChateau——thelossofthissachet。
AndthereforawhileIcametoacheckButonestepmoreuptheladderofthoughtbroughtallinview。InaflashIguessedhowthejewelshadcometobeinthesachet;andthatitwasnotMademoisellebutM。deCocheforetwhohadmislaidthem。IthoughtthislastdiscoverysoimportantthatIbegantopacetheroomsoftly,unable,inmyexcitement,toremainstill。
Doubtlesshehaddroppedthejewelsinthehurryofhisstartfromtheinnthatnight!Doubtless,too,hehadcarriedtheminthatbizarrehiding-placeforthesakeofsafety,consideringitunlikelythatrobbers,ifhefellintotheirhands,wouldtakethesachetfromhim;
asstilllesslikelythattheywouldsuspectittocontainanythingofvalue。Everywhereitwouldpassforalove-gift,theworkofhismistress。
Nordidmypenetrationstopthere。Iguessedthatthegemswerefamilyproperty,thelasttreasureofthehouse;andthatM。deCocheforet,whenIsawhimattheinn,wasonhiswaytoconveythemoutofthecountry;
eithertosecurethemfromseizurebytheGovernment,ortoraisemoneybysellingthem——moneytobespentinsomelastdesperateenterprise。Foradayortwo,perhaps,afterleavingCocheforet,whilethemountainroadanditschancesoccupiedhisthoughts,hehadnotdiscoveredhisloss。Thenhehadsearchedfortheprecioussachet,missedit,andreturnedhot-footonhistracks。
ThelongerIconsideredthecircumstancesthemorecertainIwasthatIhadhitonthetruesolution;andallthatnightIsatwakefulinthedarkness,ponderingwhatIshoulddo。Thestones,unsetastheywere,couldneverbeidentified,neverbeclaimed。Thechannelbywhichtheyhadcometomyhandscouldneverbetraced。
Toallintentstheyweremine;mine,todowithasI
pleased!Fifteenthousandcrowns,perhapstwentythousandcrowns,andItoleaveatsixinthemorning,whetherIwouldorno!ImightleaveforSpainwiththejewelsinmypocket。Whynot?
IconfessIwastempted。AndindeedthegemsweresofinethatIdoubtnotsomeindifferentlyhonestmenwouldhavesoldsalvationforthem。But——aBeraulthishonour?No。Iwastempted,Isay;butnotforlong。
ThankGod,amanmaybereducedtolivingbythefortunesofthedice,andmayevenbecalledbyawoman'spy'and'coward,'withoutbecomingathief!Thetemptationsoonleftme——Itakecreditforit——andI
felltothinkingofthisandthatplanformakinguseofthem。OnceitoccurredtometotakethejewelstotheCardinalandbuymypardonwiththem;again,tousethemasatraptocaptureCocheforet;again,to——andthen,aboutfiveinthemorning,asIsatuponmywretchedpallet,whilethefirstlightstoleslowlyinthroughthecobwebbed,hay-stuffedlattice,therecametometherealplan,theplanofplans,onwhichIacted。
ItcharmedmeIsmackedmylipsoverit,andhuggedmyself,andfeltmyeyesdilateinthedarkness,asI
connedit。Itseemedcruel,itseemedmean;Icarednothing。Mademoisellehadboastedofhervictoryoverme,ofherwoman'switsandheracutenessandofmydullness。Shehadsaidthathergroomsshouldflogme。
ShehadratedmeasifIhadbeenadog。Verywell;wewouldseenowwhosebrainswerethebetter,whosewasthemastermind,whoseshouldbethewhipping。
TheonethingrequiredbymyplanwasthatIshouldgetspeechwithher;thatdone,Icouldtrustmyselfandmynew-foundweaponfortherest。Butthatwasabsolutelynecessary,and,seeingthattheremightbesomedifficultyaboutit,Ideterminedtodescendasifmymindweremadeuptogo;then,onpretenceofsaddlingmyhorse,Iwouldslipawayonfoot,andlieinwaitneartheChateauuntilIsawhercomeout。OrifI
couldnoteffectmypurposeinthatway——eitherbyreasonofthelandlord'svigilance,orforanyothercause——mycoursewasstilleasy。Iwouldrideaway,andwhenIhadproceededamileorso,tieupmyhorseintheforestandreturntothewoodenbridge。ThenceI
couldwatchthegardenandfrontoftheChateauuntiltimeandchancegavemetheopportunityIsought。
SoIsawmywayquiteclearly;andwhenthefellowbelowcalledme,remindingmerudelythatImustbegoing,andthatitwassixo'clock,Iwasreadywithmyanswer。I
shoutedsulkilythatIwascoming,and,afteradecentdelay,Itookupmysaddleandbagsandwentdown。
Viewedbythelightofacoldmorning,theinn-roomlookedmoresmoky,moregrimy,morewretchedthanwhenI
hadlastseenit。Thegoodwifewasnotvisible。Thefirewasnotlighted。Noprovision,notsomuchasastirrup-cuporbowlofporridgecheeredtheheart。
Ilookedround,sniffingthestalesmelloflastnight'slamp,andgrunted。
'Areyougoingtosendmeoutfasting?'Isaid,affectingaworsehumourthanIfelt。
Thelandlordwasstandingbythewindow,stoopingoveragreatpairoffrayedandfurrowedthigh-bootswhichhewaslabouringtosoftenwithcopiousgrease。
'Mademoiselleorderednobreakfast,'heanswered,withamaliciousgrin。
'Wellitdoesnotmuchmatter,'Irepliedgrandly。'I
shallbeatAuchbynoon。'
'Thatisasmaybe,'heansweredwithanothergrin。
Ididnotunderstandhim,butIhadsomethingelsetothinkabout,andIopenedthedoorandsteppedout,intendingtogotothestable。TheninasecondI
comprehended。Thecoldairladenwithwoodlandmoisturemetmeandwenttomybones;butitwasnotthatwhichmademeshiver。Outsidethedoor,intheroad,sittingonhorsebackinsilence,weretwomen。OnewasClon。
Theother,whohadasparehorsebytherein——myhorse——
wasamanIhadseenattheinn,arough,shock-headed,hard-bittenfellow。Bothwerearmed,andClonwasbooted。Hismaterodebarefoot,witharustyspurstrappedtooneheel。
ThemomentIsawthemasureandcertainfearcreptintomymind:itwasthatwhichmademeshiverButIdidnotspeaktothem。Iwentinagainandclosedthedoorbehindme。Thelandlordwasputtingonhisboots。
'Whatdoesthismean?'Isaidhoarsely——thoughIhadaclearprescienceofwhatwascoming。'Whyarethesemenhere?'
'Orders,'heansweredlaconically。
'Whoseorders?'Iretorted。
'Whose?'heansweredbluntly。'Well,Monsieur,thatismybusiness。Enoughthatwemeantoseeyououtofthecountry,andoutofharm'sway。'
'ButifIwillnotgo?'Icried。
'Monsieurwillgo,'heansweredcoolly。'Therearenostrangersinthevillageto-day,'headded,withasignificantsmile。
'Doyoumeantokidnapme?'Ireplied,inarage。
Butbehindtheragewassomethingelse——Iwillnotcallitterror,forthebravefeelnoterrorbutitwasnearakintoit。Ihadhadtodowithroughmenallmylife,buttherewasagrimnessandtruculenceintheaspectofthesethreethatshookme。WhenIthoughtofthedarkpathsandnarrowlanesandcliffsideswemusttraverse,whicheverroadwetook,Itrembled。
'Kidnapyou,Monsieur?'heanswered,withanevery-dayair。'Thatisasyoupleasetocallit。Onethingiscertain,however,'hecontinued,maliciouslytouchinganarquebusswhichhehadbroughtout,andsetuprightagainstachairwhileIwasatthedoor;ifyouattempttheslightestresistance,weshallknowhowtoputanendtoit,eitherhereorontheroad。'
Idrewadeepbreath,theveryimminenceofthedangerrestoringmetotheuseofmyfaculties。Ichangedmytoneandlaughedaloud。
'Sothatisyourplan,isit?'Isaid。'Thesoonerwestartthebetter,then。AndthesoonerIseeAuchandyourbackturned,themoreIshallbepleased。'
Herose。'Afteryou,Monsieur,'hesaid。
Icouldnotrestrainaslightshiver。Hisnew-bornpolitenessalarmedmemorethanhisthreats。Iknewthemanandhisways,andIwassurethatitbodedilltome。
ButIhadnopistols,andonlymyswordandknife,andI
knewthatresistanceatthispointmustbeworsethanvain。Iwentoutjauntily,therefore,thelandlordcomingaftermewithmysaddleandbags。
Thestreetwasempty,saveforthetwowaitinghorsemenwhosatintheirsaddleslookingdoggedlybeforethem,Thesunhadnotyetrisen,theairwasraw。Theskywasgrey,cloudy,andcold。MythoughtsflewbacktothemorningonwhichIhadfoundthesachet——atthatveryspot,almostatthatveryhour,andforamomentIgrewwarmagainatthethoughtofthelittlepacketIcarriedinmyboot。Butthelandlord'sdrymanner,thesullensilenceofhistwocompanions,whoseeyessteadilyrefusedtomeetmine,chilledmeagain。Foraninstanttheimpulsetorefusetomount,torefusetogo,wasalmostirresistible;then,knowingthemadnessofsuchacourse,whichmight,andprobablywould,givethementhechancetheydesired,Icrusheditdownandwentslowlytomystirrup。
'Iwonderyoudonotwantmysword,'Isaidbywayofsarcasm,asIswungmyselfup。
'Wearenotafraidofit,'theinnkeeperansweredgravely。'Youmaykeepit——forthepresent。'
Imadenoanswer——whatanswerhadItomake?——andwerodeatafootpacedownthestreet;heandIleading,Clonandtheshock-headedmanbringinguptherear。Theleisurelymodeofourdeparture,theabsenceofhurryorevenhaste,themen'sindifferencewhethertheywereseen,orwhatwasthought,allservedtosinkmyspiritsanddeepenmysenseofperil。Ifeltthattheysuspectedme,thattheymorethanhalfguessedthenatureofmyerrandatCocheforet,andthattheywerenotmindedtobeboundbyMademoiselle'sorders。Inparticular,IauguredtheworstfromClon'sappearance。
Hisleanmalevolentfaceandsunkeneyes,hisverydumbnesschilledme。Mercyhadnoplacethere。
Werodesoberly,sothatnearlyhalfanhourelapsedbeforewegainedthebrowfromwhichIhadtakenmyfirstlookatCocheforet。AmongthedwarfoakswhenceI
hadviewedthevalleywepausedtobreatheourhorses,andthestrangefeelingswithwhichIlookedbackonthescenemaybeimagined。ButIhadshorttimeforindulginginsentimentorrecollections。Acurtword,andweweremovingagain。
Aquarterofamilefartheron,theroadtoAuchdippedintothevalley。Whenwewerealreadyhalfwaydownthisdescenttheinnkeepersuddenlystretchedouthishandandcaughtmyrein。
'Thisway!'hesaid。
Isawthathewouldhavemeturnintoaby-pathleadingsouth-westwards——ameretrack,faintandlittletroddenandencroachedonbytrees,whichledIknewnotwhither。Icheckedmyhorse。
'Why?'Isaidrebelliously。'DoyouthinkIdonotknowtheroad?TheroadweareinisthewaytoAuch。'
'ToAuch——yes,'heansweredbluntly。'ButwearenotgoingtoAuch,'
'Whitherthen?'Isaidangrily。
'Youwillseepresently,'herepliedwithanuglysmile。
'Yes,butIwillknownow!'Iretorted,passiongettingthebetterofme。'Ihavecomesofarwithyou。Youwillfinditmoreeasytotakemefartherifyoutellmeyourplans。'
'Youareafool!'hecriedwithasnarl。
'Notso,'Ianswered。'IaskonlytoknowwhitherIamgoing。'
'IntoSpain,'hesaid。'Willthatsatisfyyou?'
'Andwhatwillyoudowithmethere?'Iasked,myheartgivingagreatbound。
'Handyouovertosomefriendsofours,'heansweredcurtly,'ifyoubehaveyourself。Ifnot,thereisashorterway,andonethatwillsaveussometravelling。
Makeupyourmind,Monsieur。Whichshallitbe?'
CHAPTERVI
Sothatwastheirplan。Twoorthreehourstothesouthward,thelong,white,glitteringwallstretchedeastandwestabovethebrownwoods。BeyondthatlaySpain。Onceacrosstheborder,I
mightbedetained,ifnoworsehappenedtome,asaprisonerofwar;forwewerethenatwarwithSpainontheItalianside。OrImightbehandedovertooneofthesavagebands,halfsmugglers,halfbrigands,thatheldthepasses;orbedelivered,worsefateofall,intothepoweroftheFrenchexiles,ofwhomsomewouldbelikelytorecognisemeandcutmythroat。
'ItisalongwayintoSpain,'Imuttered,watchinginakindoffascinationClonhandlinghispistols。
'Ithinkyouwillfindtheotherroadlongerstill,'thelandlordansweredgrimly。'Butchoose,andbequickaboutit。'
Theywerethreetoone,andtheyhadfirearms。IneffectIhadnochoice。
'Well,ifImustImust?'Icried,makingupmymindwithseemingrecklessness。'VOGUELAGALERE!Spainbeit。ItwillnotbethefirsttimeIhaveheardthedonstalk。'
Themennodded,asmuchastosaythattheyhadknownwhattheendwouldbe;thelandlordreleasedmyrein;andinatricewewereridingdownthenarrowtrack,withourfacessettowardsthemountains。
Ononepointmymindwasnowmoreeasy。Themenmeantfairlybyme,andIhadnolongertofear,asIhadfeared,apistol-shotinthebackatthefirstconvenientravine。Asfarasthatwent,Imightrideinpeace。Ontheotherhand,ifIletthemcarrymeacrossthebordermyfatewassealed。Amansetdownwithoutcredentialsorguardsamongthewilddesperadoeswhoswarmedinwar-timeintheAsturianpassesmightconsiderhimselffortunateifaneasydeathfelltohislot。InmycaseIcouldmakeashrewdguesswhatwouldhappen。Asinglenodofmeaning,onemutteredword,droppedamongthesavagemenwithwhomIshouldbeleft,andthediamondshiddeninmybootwouldgoneithertotheCardinalnorbacktoMademoiselle——norwoulditmattertomewhithertheywent。
Sowhiletheotherstalkedintheirtaciturnfashion,orsometimesgrinnedatmygloomyface,Ilookedoutoverthebrownwoodswitheyesthatsawyetdidnotsee。Theredsquirrelswarmingupthetrunk,thestartledpigsthatrushedawaygruntingfromtheirfeastofmast,thesolitaryriderwhometus,armedtotheteeth,andpassednorthwardsafterwhisperingwiththelandlord——alltheseIsaw。Butmymindwasnotwiththem。
Itwasgropingandfeelingaboutlikeahuntedmoleforsomewayofescape。Fortimepressed。Theslopewewereonwasgrowingsteeper。By-and-bywefellintoasouthwardvalley,andbegantofollowitsteadilyupwards,crossingandrecrossingaswiftlyrushingstream。Thesnowpeaksbegantobehiddenbehindtherisingbulkofhillsthatoverhungus,andsometimeswecouldseenothingbeforeorbehindbutthewoodedwallsofourvalleyrisingsheerandgreenathousandpaceshighoneitherhand;withgreyrockshalfmaskedbyfernandivyjuttinghereandtherethroughthefirsandalders。
Itwasawildandsombresceneevenatthathour,withthemid-
daysunshiningontherushingwateranddrawingthescentoutofthepines;butIknewthattherewasworsetocome,andsoughtdesperatelyforsomerusebywhichImightatleastseparatethemen。Threeweretoomany;withoneImightdeal。Atlast,whenIhadcudgelledmybrainforanhour,andalmostresignedmyselftoasuddenchargeonthemensingle-handed——alastdesperateresort——Ithoughtofaplan:dangerous,too,andalmostdesperate,butwhichstillseemedtopromisesomething。Itcameofmyfingersresting,astheylayinmypocket,onthefragmentsoftheorangesachet;which,withouthavinganyparticulardesigninmymind,Ihadtakencaretobringwithme。Ihadtornthesachetintofourpieces——fourcorners。AsIplayedmechanicallywiththem,oneofmyfingersfittedintoone,asintoaglove;asecondfingerintoanother。Andtheplancame。
BeforeIcouldmoveinit,however,Ihadtowaituntilwestoppedtobaittheflagginghorses,whichwedidaboutnoonattheheadofthevalley。Then,pretendingtodrinkfromthestream,Imanagedtosecureunseenahandfulofpebbles,slippingthemintothesamepocketwiththemorselsofstuff。Ongettingtohorseagain,Icarefullyfittedapebble,nottootightly,intothelargestscrap,andmadereadyfortheattempt。
Thelandlordrodeonmyleft,abreastofme;theothertwoknavesbehind。Theroadatthisstagefavouredme,forthevalley,whichdrainedthebareuplandsthatlaybetweenthelowerhillsandthebaseoftherealmountains,hadbecomewideandshallow。
Herewerenotrees,andthepathwasameresheep-trackcoveredwithshort,crispgrass,andrunningsometimesonthisbankofthestreamandsometimesonthat。
Iwaiteduntiltheruffianbesidemeturnedtospeaktothemenbehind。Themomenthedidso,andhiseyeswereaverted,I
slippedoutthescrapofsatininwhichIhadplacedthepebble,andbalancingitcarefullyonmyrightthighasIrode,Iflippeditforwardwithallthestrengthofmythumbandfinger。Imeantittofallafewpacesbeforeusinthepath,whereitcouldbeseen。Butalasformyhopes!Atthecriticalmomentmyhorsestarted,myfingerstruckthescrapaslant,thepebbleflewout,andthebitofstuffflutteredintoawhin-bushclosetomystirrup——andwaslost!
Iwasbitterlydisappointed,forthesamethingmighthappenagain,andIhadnowonlythreescrapsleft。Butfortunefavouredme,byputtingitintomyneighbour'sheadtoplungeintoahotdebatewiththeshock-headedmanonthenatureofsomeanimalsseenonadistantbrow;whichhesaidwereizards,whiletheothermaintainedthattheywerecommongoats。Hecontinued,onthisaccount,toridewithhisfaceturnedfromme,andIhadtimetofitanotherpebbleintothesecondpieceofstuff。
Slidingitontomythigh,Ipoisedit,andflippedit。
Thistimemyfingerstruckthetinymissilefairlyinthemiddle,andshotitsofarandsotrulythatitdroppedexactlyinthepathtenpacesinfrontofus。ThemomentIsawitfallIkickedmyneighbour'snagintheribs;itstarted,andhe,turninginarage,hitit。Thenextinstanthepulleditalmostontoitshaunches。
'SAINTGRIS!'hecried;andsatglaringatthebitofyellowsatin,withhisfaceturnedpurpleandhisjawfallen。
'Whatisit!'Isaid,staringathiminturn,'Whatisthematter,fool?'
'Matter?'heblurtedout。'MONDIEU!'
ButClon'sexcitementsurpassedevenhis。Thedumbmannosoonersawwhathadattractedhiscomrade'sattention,thanheutteredaninarticulateandhorriblenoise,andtumblingoffhishorse,morelikeabeastthanamanthrewhimselfbodilyonthepreciousmorsel。
Theinnkeeperwasnotfarbehindhim。Aninstantandhewasdown,too,peeringatthething;andforaninstantIthoughtthattheywouldfightoverit。However,thoughtheirjealousywasevident,theirexcitementcooledalittlewhentheydiscoveredthatthescrapofstuffwasempty;for,fortunately,thepebblehadfallenoutofit。Still,itthrewthemintosuchafeverofeagernessasitwaswonderfultowitness。Theynosedthegroundwhereithadlain,theypluckedupthegrassandturf,andpasseditthroughtheirfingers,theyrantoandfrolikedogsonatrail;and,glancingaskanceatoneanother,camebackalwaystogethertothepointofdeparture。Neitherinhisjealousywouldsuffertheothertobetherealone。
Theshock-headedmanandIsatourhorsesandlookedon;hemarvelling,andIpretendingtomarvel。Asthetwosearchedupanddownthepath,wemovedalittleoutofittogivethemspace;andpresently,whenalltheirheadswereturnedfromme,I
letasecondmorseldropunderagorse-bush。Theshock-headedman,by-and-by,foundthis,andgaveittoClon;andasfromthecircumstancesofthefirstdiscoverynosuspicionattachedtome,Iventuredtofindthethirdandlastscrapmyself。Ididnotpickitup,butIcalledtheinnkeeper,andhepounceduponitasIhaveseenahawkpounceonachicken。
Theyhuntedforthefourthmorsel,but,ofcourse,invain,andintheendtheydesisted,andfittedthethreetheyhadtogether;
butneitherwouldlethisownportionoutofhishands,andeachlookedattheotheracrossthespoilwitheyesofsuspicion。Itwasstrangetoseetheminthatwide-stretchingvalley,whencegreyboar-backsofhillsswelledupintothesilenceofthesnow——itwasstrange,Isay,inthatvastsolitude,toseethesetwo,meredotsonitsbosom,circlingroundoneanotherinfierceforgetfulnessoftheoutsideworld,glaringandshiftingtheirgroundlikecocksabouttoengage,andwhollyengrossed——bythreescrapsoforange-colour,invisibleatfiftypaces!
Atlasttheinnkeepercriedwithanoath,'Iamgoingback。Thismustbeknowndownyonder。Givemeyourpieces,man,anddoyougoonwithAntoine。Itwillbeallright。'
ButClon,wavingascrapofthestuffineitherhand,andthrustinghisghastlymaskintotheother'sface,shookhisheadinpassionatedenial。Hecouldnotspeak,buthemadeitasclearasdaylightthatifanyonewentbackwiththenews,hewasthemantogo。
'Nonsense!'thelandlordrejoinedfiercely,'WecannotleaveAntoinetogoonalonewithhim。Givemethestuff。'
ButClonwouldnot。Hehadnothoughtofresigningthecreditofthediscovery;andIbegantothinkthatthetwowouldreallycometoblows。Buttherewasanalternative——analternativeinwhichIwasconcerned;andfirstoneandthentheotherlookedatme。Itwasamomentofperil,andIknewit。Mystratagemmightreactonmyself,andthetwo,toputanendtotheirdifficulty,agreetoputanendtome。ButIfacedthemsocoolly,andshowedsoboldafront,andthegroundwherewestoodwassoopen,thattheideatooknoroot。Theyfelltowranglingagainmoreviciouslythanbefore。Onetappedhisgunandtheotherhispistols。Thelandlordscolded,thedumbmangurgled。AtlasttheirdifferenceendedasIhadhopeditwould。
'Verywellthen,wewillbothgoback!'theinnkeepercriedinarage。'AndAntoinemustseehimon。Buttheblamebeonyourhead。Doyougivetheladyourpistols。'
Clontookonepistol,andgaveittotheshock-headedman。
'Theother!'theinnkeepersaidimpatiently。
ButClonshookhisheadwithagrimsmile,andpointedtothearquebuss。
Byasuddenmovement,thelandlordsnatchedthepistol,andavertedClon'svengeancebyplacingbothitandthegunintheshock-headedman'shands。
'There!'hesaid,addressingthelatter,'nowcanyoudo?IfMonsieurtriestoescapeorturnback,shoothim!Butfourhours'ridingshouldbringyoutotheRocaBlanca。Youwillfindthementhere,andwillhavenomoretodowithit。'
Antoinedidnotseethingsquiteinthatlight,however。Helookedatme,andthenatthewildtrackinfrontofus;andhemutteredanoathandsaidhewoulddieifhewould。
Butthelandlord,whowasinafrenzyofimpatience,drewhimasideandtalkedtohim,andintheendseemedtopersuadehim;
forinafewminutesthematterwassettled。
Antoinecameback,andsaidsullenly,'Forward,Monsieur,'thetwoothersstoodononeside,Ishruggedmyshouldersandkickedupmyhorse,andinatwinklingwetwowereridingontogether——mantoman。Iturnedonceortwicetoseewhatthosewehadleftbehindweredoing,andalwaysfoundthemstandinginapparentdebate;butmyguardshowedsomuchjealousyofthesemovementsthatIpresentlyshruggedmyshouldersagainanddesisted。
Ihadrackedmybrainstobringaboutthisstateofthings。
Strangetosay,nowIhadsucceeded,IfounditlesssatisfactorythanIhadhoped。Ihadreducedtheoddsandgotridofmymostdangerousantagonists;butAntoine,lefttohimself,provedtobeasfullofsuspicionasaneggofmeat。Herodealittlebehindme,withhisgunacrosshissaddlebow,andapistolnearhishand;andattheslightestpauseonmypart,orifIturnedtolookathim,hemutteredhisconstant'Forward,Monsieur!'inatonewhichwarnedmethathisfingerwasonthetrigger。Atsuchadistancehecouldnotmiss;andIsawnothingforitbuttogoonmeeklybeforehimtotheRocaBlanca——andmyfate。
Whatwastobedone?Theroadpresentlyreachedtheendofthevalleyandenteredanarrowpine-claddefile,strewnwithrocksandboulders,overwhichthetorrentplungedandeddiedwithadeafeningroar。Infrontthewhitegleamofwaterfallsbrokethesombreranksofclimbingtrunks。Thesnowlinelaylessthanhalfamileawayoneitherhand;andcrowningall——attheendofthepass,asitseemedtotheeye——rosethepurewhitepillarofthePicduMidishootingupsixthousandfeetintotheblueofheaven。Suchascenesosuddenlydisclosed,wasenoughtodrivethesenseofdangerfrommymind;andforamomentIreinedinmyhorse。But'Forward,Monsieur!'camethegratingorder。Ifelltoearthagain,andwenton。Whatwastobedone?
Iwasatmywits'endtoknow。Themanrefusedtotalk,refusedtorideabreastofme,wouldhavenodismounting,nohalting,nocommunicationatall。Hewouldhavenothingbutthissilent,lonelyprocessionoftwo,withthemuzzleofhisgunatmyback。
Andmeanwhilewewerefastclimbingthepass。Wehadlefttheothersanhour——nearlytwo。Thesunwasdeclining;thetime,I
supposed,abouthalf-pastthree。
Ifhewouldonlyletmecomewithinreachofhim!Orifanythingwouldfallouttotakehisattention!Whenthepasspresentlywidenedintoabareanddrearyvalley,strewnwithhugebouldersandwithsnowlyinghereandthereinthehollows,Ilookeddesperatelybeforeme,andscannedeventhevastsnow-fieldsthatoverhungusandstretchedawaytothebaseoftheice-peak。ButIsawnothing。Nobearswungacrossthepath,noizardshoweditselfonthecliffs。Thekeen,sharpaircutourcheeksandwarnedmethatwewereapproachingthesummitoftheridge。Onallsidesweresilenceanddesolation。
MONDIEU!AndtheruffiansonwhosetendermerciesIwastobethrownmightcometomeetus!Theymightappearatanymoment。
InmydespairIloosenedmyhatonmyhead,andletthefirstgustcarryittotheground,andthenwithanoathofannoyancetossedmyfeetfromthestirrupstogoafterit。Buttherascalroaredtometokeepmyseat。
'Forward,Monsieur!'heshoutedbrutally。'Goon!'
'Butmyhat!'Icried。'MILLETONNERRES,man!Imust——'
'Forward,Monsieur,orIshoot!'herepliedinexorablyraisinghisgun。'One——two——'
AndIwenton。But,ah,Iwaswrathful!ThatI,GildeBerault,shouldbeoutwitted,andledbythenoselikearingedbull,bythisGasconlout!ThatI,whomallParisknewandfeared——ifitdidnotlove——theterrorofZaton's,shouldcometomyendinthisdismalwasteofsnowandrock,donetodeathbysomepitifulsmugglerorthief!Itmustnotbe。SurelyinthelastresortI
couldgiveanaccountofoneman,thoughhisbeltwerestuffedwithpistols。
Buthow?Only,itseemed,byopenforce。MyheartbegantoflutterasIplannedit;andthengrewsteadyagain。Ahundredpacesbeforeusagullyorravineontheleftranupintothesnow-field。Oppositeitsmouthajumbleofstonesandbrokenrockscoveredthepath,Imarkedthisfortheplace。Theknavewouldneedbothhishandstoholduphisnagoverthestones,and,ifIturnedonhimsuddenlyenough,hemighteitherdrophisgunorfireitharmlessly。
But,inthemeantime,somethinghappened;as,atthelastmoment,thingsdohappen。Whilewewerestillfiftyyardsshortoftheplace,Ifoundhishorse'snosecreepingforwardonalevelwithmycrupper;and,stilladvancing,stilladvancing,untilIcouldseeitoutofthetailofmyeye,andmyheartgaveagreatbound。Hewascomingabreastofme:hewasgoingtodeliverhimselfintomyhands!Tocovermyexcitement,Ibegantowhistle。
'Hush!'hemutteredfiercely,hisvoicesoundingsostrangeandunnatural,thatmyfirstthoughtwasthathewasill;andI
turnedtohim。Butheonlysaidagain,——
'Hush!Passbyherequietly,Monsieur。'
'Why?'Iaskedmutinously,curiositygettingthebetterofme。
ForhadIbeenwiseIhadtakennonotice;everysecondhishorsewascomingupwithmine。Itsnosewaslevelwithmystirrupalready。
'Hush,man!'hesaidagain。Thistimetherewasnomistakeaboutthepanicinhisvoice。'TheycallthistheDevil'sChapel,Godsendussafebyit!Itislatetobehere。Lookatthose!'hecontinued,pointingwithafingerwhichvisiblyshook。
Ilooked。Atthemouthofthegully,inasmallspacepartlyclearedofstones,stoodthreebrokenshafts,raisedonrudepedestals。
'Well?'Isaidinalowvoice。Thesun,whichwasnearsetting,flushedthegreatpeakabovetothecolourofblood;butthevalleywasgrowinggreyandeachmomentmoredreary。'Well,whatofthose?'Isaid。
InspiteofmyperilandtheexcitementofthecomingstruggleI
feltthechillofhisfear。NeverhadIseensogrim,sodesolate,soGod-forsakenaplace!InvoluntarilyIshivered。
'Theywerecrosses,'hemutteredinavoicelittleaboveawhisper,whilehiseyesrovedthiswayandthatinterror。'TheCureofGabasblessedtheplace,andsetthemup。Butnextmorningtheywereasyouseethemnow。Comeon,Monsieur;comeon!'hecontinued,pluckingatmyarm。'Itisnotsafehereaftersunset。PrayGod,Satanbenotathome!'
Hehadcompletelyforgotteninhispanicthathehadanythingtofearfromme。Hisgundroppedlooselyacrosshissaddle,hislegrubbedmine。Isawthis,andIchangedmyplanofaction。AsourhorsesreachedthestonesIstooped,asiftoencouragemine,and,withasuddenclutch,snatchedthegunbodilyfromhishand,atthesametimethatIbackedmyhorsewithallmystrength。Itwasdoneinamoment!AsecondandIhadhimattheendofthegun,andmyfingerwasonthetrigger。Neverwasvictorymoreeasilygained。
Helookedatmebetweenrageandterror,hisjawfallen。
'Areyoumad?'hecried,histeethchatteringashespoke。Eveninthisstraithiseyesleftmeandwanderedroundinalarm。
'No,sane!'Iretortedfiercely。'ButIdonotlikethisplaceanybetterthanyoudo。'Whichwastrueenough,ifnotquitetrue。'So,byyourright,quickmarch!'Icontinuedimperatively。'Turnyourhorse,myfriend,ortaketheconsequences。'
Heturnedlikealamb,andheadeddownthevalleyagain,withoutgivingathoughttohispistols。Ikeptclosetohim,andinlessthanaminutewehadlefttheDevil'sChapelwellbehindus,andweremovingdownagainaswehadcomeup。OnlynowIheldthegun。
Whenwehadgonehaveamileorso——untilthenIdidnotfeelcomfortablemyself,andthoughIthankedheaventhattheplaceexisted,IthankedheavenalsothatIwasoutofit——Ibadehimhalt。
'Takeoffyourbelt,'Isaidcurtly,'andthrowitdown。But,markme,ifyouturnIfire。'
Thespiritwasquitegoneoutofhim,andheobeyedmechanically。
Ijumpeddown,stillcoveringhimwiththegun,andpickedupthebelt,pistolsandall。ThenIremounted,andwewenton。By-
and-byheaskedmesullenlywhatIwasgoingtodo。
'Goback,'Isaid,'andtaketheroadtoAuchwhenIcometoit。'
'Itwillbedarkinanhour,'heansweredsulkily。
'Iknowthat,'Iretorted。'Wemustcampanddothebestwecan。'
AndasIsaid,wedid。Thedaylighthelduntilwegainedtheskirtsofthepine-woodattheheadofthepass。HereIchoseacorneralittleoffthetrack,andwellshelteredfromthewind,andbadehimlightafire。Itetheredthehorsesnearthisandwithinsight。Thenitremainedonlytosup。Ihadapieceofbread:hehadanotherandanonion。Weateinsilence,sittingonoppositesidesofthefire。
ButaftersupperIfoundmyselfinadilemma;IdidnotseehowI
wastosleep。Theruddylightwhichgleamedontheknave'sswartfaceandsinewyhandsshowedalsohiseyes,black,sullen,andwatchful。Iknewthatthemanwasplottingrevenge;thathewouldnothesitatetoplanthisknifebetweenmyribsshouldI
givehimthechance;andIcouldfindonlyonealternativetoremainingawake。HadIbeenbloody-minded,Ishouldhavechosenitandsolvedthequestionatonceandinmyfavourbyshootinghimashesat。
ButIhaveneverbeenacruelman,andIcouldnotfinditinmyhearttodothis。Thesilenceofthemountainandthesky-whichseemedathingapartfromtheroarofthetorrentandnottobebrokenbyit——awedme。Thevastnessofthesolitudeinwhichwesat,thedarkvoidabove,throughwhichthestarskeptshooting,theblackgulfbelowinwhichtheunseenwatersboiledandsurged,theabsenceofotherhumancompanyorothersignsofhumanexistence,putsuchafaceuponthedeedthatIgaveupthethoughtofitwithashudder,andresignedmyself,instead,towatchthroughthenight——thelong,cold,Pyreneannight。
Presentlyhecurledhimselfuplikeadogandsleptintheblaze,andthenforacoupleofhoursIsatoppositehim,thinking。ItseemedyearssinceIhadseenZaton'sorthrownthedice。Theoldlife,theoldemployments——shouldIevergobacktothem?——
seemeddimanddistant。WouldCocheforet,theforestandthemountain,thegreyChateauanditsmistresses,seemonedayasdim?Andifonebitoflifecouldfadesoquicklyattheunrollingofanother,andseeminamomentpaleandcolourless,wouldalllifesomedayandsomewhere,andallthethingswe——Butenough!Iwasgrowingfoolish。Isprangupandkickedthewoodtogether,and,takingupthegun,begantopacetoandfrounderthecliff。Strangethatalittlemoonlight,afewstars,abreathofsolitudeshouldcarryamanbacktochildhoodandchildishthings……
Itwasthreeintheafternoonofthenextday,andthesunlayhotontheoakgroves,andtheairwasfullofwarmthaswebegantoclimbtheslope,midwayupwhichtheroadtoAuchshootsoutofthetrack。Theyellowbrackenandthefallenleavesunderfootseemedtothrowuplightofthemselves;andhereandthereapatchofruddybeechlaylikeabloodstainonthehillside。Infrontaherdofpigsroutedamongthemast,andgruntedlazily;
andhighaboveusaboylaywatchingthem。'Weparthere,'I
saidtomycompanion。
ItwasmyplantoridealittlewayalongtheroadtoAuchsoastoblindhiseyes;then,leavingmyhorseintheforest,IwouldgoonfoottotheChateau。'Thesoonerthebetter!'heansweredwithasnarl。'AndIhopeImayneverseeyourfaceagain,Monsieur。'
Butwhenwecametothewoodencrossattheforkoftheroads,andwereabouttopart,theboywehadseenleaptoutofthefernandcametomeetus。
'Hollo!'hecriedinasing-songtone。
'Well,'mycompanionanswered,drawingreinimpatiently。'Whatisit?'
'Therearesoldiersinthevillage。'
'Soldiers"Antoinecriedincredulously。
'Ay,devilsonhorseback,'theladanswered,spittingontheground。'Threescoreofthem。FromAuch。'
Antoineturnedtome,hisfacetransformedwithfury。
'Curseyou!'hecried。'Thisissomeofyourwork。Nowweareallundone。Andmymistresses?SACRE!ifIhadthatgunI
wouldshootyoulikearat。'
'Steady,fool,'Iansweredroughly。'Iknownomoreofthisthanyoudo。'
Whichwassotruethatmysurprisewasatleastasgreatashis,andbettergrounded。TheCardinal,whorarelymadeachangeoffront,hadsentmehitherthathemightnotbeforcedtosendsoldiers,andruntheriskofallthatmightarisefromsuchamovement。Whatofthisinvasion,then,thanwhichnothingcouldbelessconsistentwithhisplans?Iwondered。Itwaspossiblethatthetravellingmerchants,beforewhomIhadplayedattreason,hadreportedthefacts;andthatonthistheCommandantatAuchhadacted。Butitseemedunlikelysincehehadhadhisorderstoo,andundertheCardinal'sruletherewassmallplaceforindividualenterprise。FranklyIcouldnotunderstandit,andfoundonlyonethingclear;ImightnowenterthevillageasIpleased。
'Iamgoingontolookintothis,'IsaidtoAntoine。'Come,myman。'Heshruggedhisshoulders,andstoodstill。
'NotI!'beanswered,withanoath。'NosoldiersformeIhavelainoutonenight,andIcanlieoutanother。'
Inoddedindifferently,forInolongerwantedhim;andweparted。Afterthis,twentyminutes'ridingbroughtmetotheentranceofthevillage,andherethechangewasgreatindeed。
Notoneoftheordinarydwellersintheplacewastobeseen:
eithertheyhadshutthemselvesupintheirhovels,or,likeAntoine,theyhadfledtothewoods。Theirdoorswereclosed,theirwindowsshuttered。Butloungingaboutthestreetwereascoreofdragoons,inbootsandbreastplates,whoseshort-
barrelledmuskets,withpouchesandbandoliersattached,werepiledneartheinndoor。Inanopenspace,wheretherewasagapinthestreet,alongrowofhorses,linkedheadtohead,stoodbendingtheirmuzzlesoverbundlesofroughforage;andonallsidesthecheerfuljingleofchainsandbridlesandthesoundofcoarsejokesandlaughterfilledtheair。
AsIrodeuptotheinndooranoldsergeant,withsquintingeyesandhistongueinhischeek,scannedmeinquisitively,andstartedtocrossthestreettochallengeme。Fortunately,atthatmomentthetwoknaveswhomIhadbroughtfromPariswithme,andwhomIhadleftatAuchtoawaitmyorders,cameup。Imadethemasignnottospeaktome,andtheypassedon;butIsupposethattheytoldthesergeantthatIwasnotthemanhewanted,forIsawnomoreofhim。
Afterpicketingmyhorsebehindtheinn——Icouldfindnobetterstable,everyplacebeingfull——Ipushedmywaythroughthegroupatthedoor,andentered。Theoldroom,withthelow,grimyroofandthereekingfloor,washalffullofstrangefigures,andforafewminutesIstoodunseeninthesmokeandconfusion。Thenthelandlordcamemyway,andashepassedmeIcaughthiseye。