"They don"t. Not the way the living do, at least." Mr. Bennet pulled out a dagger, knelt down beside the gloppy mess, and began sifting through it with the tip of the blade. "It moves through their bodies without being digested and then eventually just... falls out. That"s how you can tell it"s from a dreadful."
He stabbed something, brought it up to his nose, and gave it a sniff.
It was a finger. A wedding band was still attached just above the exposed knuckle bone.
"Fresh. We must be doubly wary," Mr. Bennet said. Then he flicked the finger into the brush, stood up, and started off again up the lane. "Now where was I? Oh, yes! Eyes! Always a nice, soft, vulnerable target in a human foe, but don"t bother with them when you"re up against a dreadful. They seem to see without the things, somehow..."
He carried on along this line for only another minute or so, for soon the lane curved around to the baron"s estate and a shrill voice squeaked out, "Who goes there?"
About fifty feet ahead, a young solider stood in the middle of the road, his wobbling Brown Bess pointed at the Bennets.
"Friends, lad!" Mr. Bennet called out. "Living, breathing friends, as you can tell from the fact that I"m answering you at all! I commend you on your caution-keep it up, by all means-but if you could stand down for now, it would be appreciated!"
The soldier lowered his musket.
"You may pa.s.s," he squawked.
He did his best to look stout and manly as Mr. Bennet and the girls pa.s.sed him by, but with his splotchy skin and baggy uniform he appeared more boy than man.
"Are foot soldiers always so young?" Elizabeth asked.
"Not for long," her father replied.
Before Elizabeth could ask what that meant, he was waving at a stiff figure on the other side of the estate"s lush front lawn.
"LieutenantTindall! Good morning! Where might the captain be?"
The lieutenant was watching a small squad of soldiers drill with muskets on their shoulders-watching and not approving, to judge by the scowl Elizabeth could see even from so far away.
When he turned to face the Bennets, the scowl deepened.
He started toward them with quick, crisp steps, his back still perfectly straight, as though he wished to demonstrate how a real English soldier marches.
"Mr. Bennet," he said as he drew near, and he gave the girls a brusque nod of greeting. "Ladies."
His gaze didn"t linger on Jane, as it had back at Longbourn. Quite the opposite: It was clear he was taking pains not to look at her at all.
"Captain Cannon is awaiting your arrival with Lord Lumpley," he said to Mr. Bennet. "It is the captain"s wish that His Lordship and his new..." It was hard to believe the man"s upper lip could curl any further, yet he managed it. "... escort should set off for Meryton immediately. There is a vicar who needs talking to, I gather."
"Capital!" Mr. Bennet enthused. "I"m glad to find we"re wasting no time this morning-enough has been squandered already. If you would show the way?"
Lt. Tindall bowed stiffly, then marched off again with a strained "Follow me."
Elizabeth peeped over at her sister as the Bennets followed. Jane looked pale and pinch-cheeked, and her wide eyes were pointed at the gra.s.s. Humility had always been her natural state, but this was humiliation.
Elizabeth took her by the arm.
"Don"t be anxious, Jane. You do what you must for king and country, and you will do it with honor. Surely, anyone with even the slightest sense will appreciate that. As for those who disapprove, well, I would say let the unmentionables have them, but they"re so narrow-minded there"s probably not enough in their heads to tempt even the most peckish dreadful."
The lieutenant marred his perfect marching with a clumsy stumble step.
"Thank you, Elizabeth," Jane said, attempting (and not quite succeeding at) a smile. "I only wish I had your confidence."
"Pish tosh, you have nothing to worry about," Mr. Bennet said. "You will be marvelous, my dear, and no one will be able to deny it."
Yet though he reached over to give Jane a pat on the back, it seemed to Elizabeth he was as anxious as the lieutenant to avoid her eyes. His rea.s.suring words, she suspected, were as much for himself as his daughter.
A moment later, they were joining Lord Lumpley and Capt. Cannon in front of the house. With them were the captain"s Limbs, of course, as well as a groom behind the reins of a stylish phaeton.
"Ahhhh, my bodyguard! I feel safer already!" Lord Lumpley crowed as the Bennets walked up. He swept Lt. Tindall aside and bowed before Jane, then popped back up grinning. "I would have one of the maids show you to your room so you might get settled, but the captain is anxious to get his new plow horse-me-in harness. So it"s off to Meryton to twist the vicar"s arm, I"m afraid."
The baron slipped between Mr. Bennet and Jane, hooked the girl by the arm, and pulled her toward the waiting carriage.
"Captain!" Lt. Tindall blurted out. "Request permission to accompany the party to Meryton, Sir!"
Jane turned back to look at him, and the lieutenant met her gaze at last. The young man"s handsome face went red, and he let his mouth hang slightly open, as if the words he was on the verge of speaking had somehow become stuck upon his tongue.
"That won"t be necessary," Capt. Cannon said. "I"d like Mr. Bennet to go, the better to impress upon this Reverend Mr. c.u.mmings the vital importance of what we propose to do. And he can bring Ensign Pratt and his men along to add further weight."
"Begging your pardon, Sir, but-" the lieutenant began.
The captain simply looked over at Mr. Bennet and went on talking.
"I"ve left a small garrison in Meryton, quartered at the Sow"s Head Inn. You can collect them upon your arrival. I"m sending the proper equipment for them with the a.s.sumption that Mr. c.u.mmings will see reason."
"A dangerous a.s.sumption to make of any man, particularly a vicar," Mr. Bennet said. "You"re not coming along?"
"No. My first order of business is a thorough reconnoiter of the area. We don"t want any unpleasant surprises, do we?"
"If you encounter dreadfuls, it shan"t be pleasant, but it should come as no surprise," Mr. Bennet said softly, and he leaned in closely to tell the captain of the zombie scat they"d found by the road.
If he was trying not to panic Lord Lumpley, he needn"t have bothered. The baron was far too busy trying to interest Jane in the glories of his estate-and, by extension, the glories of him-to pay any attention to the men.
"And there was but one dropping?" Capt. Cannon said when he was done.
"There was but one that I saw."
The captain nodded gravely.
"Well... off to Meryton." Mr. Bennet turned to Elizabeth. "I"m sorry to abandon you like this, but obviously plans have changed. I leave it to you to decide how best to use your time until we return. Perhaps the lieutenant might have one of his men instruct you in the use of a Brown Bess. We have entirely neglected the musket in our training, and I can"t imagine a better opportunity to correct that."
"Yes, Papa."
"There"s a good girl."
Mr. Bennet stepped up into the phaeton and inserted himself between Lord Lumpley and Jane. It looked to be an uncomfortably snug fit.
"Good-bye, Lizzy!" Jane called as the carriage rolled off. She had to lean around Mr. Bennet and Lord Lumpley to wave at her sister and, Lord Lumpley being Lord Lumpley, that called for quite a bit of leaning indeed. All Elizabeth could see of Jane"s face were her eyes, as big and round as a pair of blue b.u.t.tons.
The shyest, gentlest of the Bennet girls was on her way to a town filled with disapproving prudes, a lecherous n.o.bleman on one side, a sword on the other.
Elizabeth found herself worrying far less about the unmentionables lurking along the road than the possibility that her sister might very soon die of embarra.s.sment.
CHAPTER 23.
"I MUST TAKE MY LEAVE as well, Miss Bennet," Capt. Cannon said as the baron"s carriage rolled off up the drive. "But I find your father"s suggestion an excellent one, and I leave it to the lieutenant here to arrange for musketry instruction, if you so choose. Limbs! Bow to the lady!"
The Limbs did as they were told, then whisked the captain away as he barked out "Hut two, hut two-on the double now!"
Elizabeth and Lt. Tindall stood silently for a moment in the shadow of the great house.
"Well," the lieutenant said.
"Well," said Elizabeth.
Another moment pa.s.sed.
"Miss Bennet?"
"Lieutenant?"
"Would you be offended if I were to speak frankly?"
"That depends on what you might say."
"I see."
Another long pause followed.
Eventually, Lt. Tindall drew in a deep breath, as if gathering his strength for some powerful exertion. Which he was.
With an effort so apparent Elizabeth thought at first he was about to sneeze, the young soldier forced himself to speak.
"I apologize for my earlier coldness, which was not intended as a slight, only I find myself, in all honesty, distressed, having discovered your sister to be, in the brief time I had to become acquainted with her, a young lady of exceptional qualities, none of them having anything to do with fighting and killing, and it pains me quite deeply to see her forced into a role so alien not just to her whole s.e.x but to her tender spirit in particular, and it is, in addition, galling to find that your father"s obsession with the unmentionables and the savageries of the East should result in your sister"s most intimate connection with a man of such patently low morals as the grotesque satyr who owns this estate, and furthermore... have I said something amusing?"
Elizabeth, to her own surprise, was smiling. For the first time, she found herself almost liking the man.
"No, nothing amusing," she said. "Gratifying. Perhaps you could show me the way to the gunnery or whatever you call it, and we might talk further."
The lieutenant nodded and stretched out an arm toward a row of tents lining one side of the lawn. "This way."
They walked away from the house side by side.
"I appreciate your candor, Lieutenant," Elizabeth said. "Actually, I find myself in accord with your sentiments in one or two respects. Yet I must trust in my father, as you must trust your captain. They lived through the worst of The Troubles. Whatever they think necessary, I am inclined to do, and I know Jane feels likewise."
"That would seem sensible," the lieutenant said, looking straight ahead.
He didn"t sound convinced. There was altogether too much emphasis, Elizabeth though, on the word seem.
"And might I point out," she pressed on, "that what my sisters and I are doing is hardly unprecedented. No less a personage than Lady Catherine de Bourgh once took up the sword to meet the threat of the dreadfuls."
"Yes, Lady Catherine... our own Joan of Arc," Lt. Tindall said. If he didn"t seem to be wishing a bonfire upon Lady Catherine, he clearly didn"t mean the a.n.a.logy as a compliment, either. "At least she had the good taste to go into seclusion after the Battle of Kent and leave the defense of the realm to the king"s army."
"And you think Jane and I should do likewise? Simply stand aside while all we hold dear is imperiled?"
"Yes," the lieutenant said without hesitation.
A little high-pitched "hmf!" of irritation escaped Elizabeth"s lips, and she had to clamp her teeth to keep from saying more.
Almost! Almost she"d allowed herself to think well of the man! She was growing as soft-hearted as Jane!
"You think me a prig," Lt. Tindall said rather ruefully. "But what I am is a soldier who loves his country. Its traditions. Its values. Everything it stands for. And if we destroy the unmentionables but allow them to destroy all that-including our ideal of genteel English womanhood-can we even say we"ve truly won?"
"Yes," Elizabeth said, pleased to throw the word back in the lieu-tenant"s face with cert.i.tude equal to his own. "And if you preserve genteel English womanhood while serving up genteel English women as so much steak tartare, I would say that you have most definitely lost."
"You must keep faith in those things that have made England great, Miss Bennet."
"Those were General Cornwallis"s sentiments, too, Lieutenant Tindall. And the last time he was seen, I believe, he was feasting upon one of his own dragoons."
In her pique, Elizabeth had sped up her pace considerably, so much so that the lieutenant had to scurry to keep up with her. But now she came to such a sudden stop the young man shot past her by several steps.
"Ah!" she said. "Muskets! Who"s going to teach me to shoot, then? You, Lieutenant?"
Before them were a dozen soldiers, each with a Brown Bess in his hands. They looked tentative and bewildered to Elizabeth-not like fierce warriors at all. They were watching a tub-gutted sergeant as he held up his own musket with one hand and reached down to a black box at his side with the other.
"CarTOUCHE!" the sergeant boomed.
The soldiers groped at identical boxes hanging at their hips.
The sergeant pulled out a small, yellowish tube.
"Paper CHARGE!"
The soldiers pulled out their own charges with much fumbling and furrowing of brows. More than one dropped the little tube and had to bend down and pick it up off the lawn.
"Bite top off CHARGE! Keep ball in MOUTH!"
The sergeant put the tube up to his teeth, ripped off the top, and spat away a loose wad of paper.
The soldiers struggled to do the same, many of them grimacing. Apparently, paper charges didn"t taste particularly good.
"Powder in PAN! Lock pa-SimmmmmmmMONS! What is the probLEM?"