He was asleep.
Asleep on horseback, while his steed was going with him through an accursed spot: where to right and left were graves, where below was h.e.l.l and around him the gloom of night. The horseman was sleeping, his head nodding backwards and forwards, swaying to and fro. Sometimes he started, as those who travel in carriages are wont to do when the jolting is more p.r.o.nounced than ordinary, and then settled down again.
Though asleep he kept his seat as if he had grown to the saddle. His hands seemed wide awake for all he held the reins in one and a double-barrelled gun in the other.
By the light of the moon his dark face seemed even darker; his long, crisp, curly hair, his hat pressed down over his eyes, his black beard and moustache, his strongly aquiline nose, all proclaimed his gypsy origin. He wore a threadbare blue doublet, braided with cords, which were b.u.t.toned here and there at random, and over this was fastened some tattered lambskin covering.
The rider was really fast asleep: surely he must have travelled at such a pace that he had no time, or thought for sleep, and now, strangely enough, he felt at home.
Here, where no one could pursue him, he bowed his head upon his horse"s neck.
And the horse seemed to know that his master was sleeping, for he did not shake himself once, even to rid himself of the crowds of biting, sucking insects that preyed upon his skin, knowing that such a motion would wake his master.
As the mare broke through a clump of marsh-willows, in the darkness of the willow forest, little dancing fire-flies came before her in scores, leaping from gra.s.s to gra.s.s, from tree to tree, dissolving one into the other, then leaping apart and dancing alone; their flames a.s.sumed a pale, l.u.s.treless brilliance in the darkness, like some fire of mystery or the burning gases of some moldering corpses.
The mare merely snorted at the sight of these flickering midnight flames; surely she had often met them, in journeys across the marsh, and already knew their caprices: how they lurked about the living animals, how they ran after her if she pa.s.sed before them, how they fluttered around, how they danced beside her continuously, how they leaped across above her head, how they strove to lead her astray from the right path.
There they were darting around the heads of horse and horseman as if they were burning night-moths; one lighted upon the horseman"s hat, and swayed with it, as he nodded his head.
The steed snorted and breathed hard upon those living lights. But the snorting awakened the rider. He gazed askance at his brilliant demon-companions, one of which was on the brim of his hat; he dug the spurs into the mare"s flanks, to make her leap more speedily from among the jeering spirits of the night.
When they came to a turn in the track, the crowd of graveyard mystery-lights parted in twain: most of them joined the rushing air-current, while some careful guardians remained constantly about the rider, now before, now behind him.
Darting from the willows, a cold breeze swept over the plain: before it every mystery-light fled back into the darkness, and still kept up its ghostly dance. Who knows what kind of amus.e.m.e.nt that was to them?
The horseman was sleeping again. The terrible hay-rick was now so near that one might have gone straight to it, but the steed knew better; instead, she went around the spot in a half-circle, until she reached a little lake that cut off the hay-rick. Here she halted on the water"s edge and began to toss her head, with a view to quietly awakening the rider from his sleep.
The latter looked up, dismounted, took saddle and bridle off his horse, and patted her on the back. Therewith the steed leaped into the water, which reached to her neck, and swam to the other side.
Why did she not cross over dry ground? Why did she go only through the water? The horseman meanwhile squatted down among the broom, rested his gun upon his knee, made sure that it was c.o.c.ked and that the powder had not fallen from the pan, and noiselessly crouched down, gazing after the retreating steed, as she reached the opposite bank. Suddenly she drew in her tail, bristled her mane, p.r.i.c.ked up her ears. Her eyes flashed fire, her nostrils expanded. Slowly and cautiously she stepped forward, so as to make no noise, bowed her head to the earth, like some scenting hound, and stopped to listen.
On the southern side of the hay-rick,--the side away from the village,--there was a narrow entrance cut into the pile of hay: a plaited door of willow-twigs covered it, and the twigs were plaited together in their turn with sedges to make the color harmonize with that of the rick. This was done so perfectly that no one looking at it, even from a short distance, would have suspected anything. As the steed reached the vicinity of the door, she cautiously gazed upon it: below the willow-door there was an opening, through which something had broken in.
The mare knew already what it was. She scented it. A she-wolf had taken up her abode there in the absence of the usual occupants, she had young ones with her, and was just now giving suck; otherwise she would have noticed the horse"s approach; the whining of the whelps could be heard from the outside. The mare seized the door with her teeth, and suddenly wrenched it from its place.
From the hollow of the hay-rick a lean, hungry wolf crept out. At first in wonder she raised her eyes, which shone in the green light, astonished at this disturbance of her repose; and she seemed to take counsel within herself, whether this was the continuation of her sweet dreams. The providential joint had come very opportunely to the mother of seven whelps. Two or three of these were still clinging to her hanging udders, and left her only that she might prepare herself for the fight. The old animal merely yawned loudly,--in a man it would be called a laugh,--a yawn that declared her delight in robbery, and with her slatternly tail beat her lean, hollow sides. The mare, seeing that her foe was in no hurry for the combat, came nearer, bowed her head to the earth, and in this manner stepped slowly forward, sniffing at the enemy; when the wolf seemed in the act of springing on her neck she suddenly turned, and dealt a savage kick at the wolf"s chin that broke one of its great front teeth. Then the furious wild creature, snarling and hissing, darted upon the steed, which at the second attack kicked so viciously with both hind legs that the wolf turned a complete somersault in the air; but this only served to make it more furious: gnashing its teeth, its mouth foaming and b.l.o.o.d.y, it sprang a third time upon the mare, only to receive from the sharp hoof a long wound in its breast; but that was not all: before it could rise from the ground, the mare dealt another blow that crushed one of its fore paws.
The wolf then gave up the battle. Terrified, with broken teeth and feet, it hobbled off from the scene of the encounter, and soon appeared on the roof of the rick. The coward had sought a place of refuge from the victorious foe, whither that foe could not follow it.
The steed galloped round the rick: she wished to deceive her enemy, who merely sat on the roof licking its broken leg, its bruised side, and b.l.o.o.d.y jaws.
All at once the proud mare halted, with a haughtier look than man is capable of, as who might say: "You are not coming?"
Suddenly she seized one of the whelps in her teeth. They had slunk out of the hollow, whining after their mother. She shook it cruelly in the air, then dashed it to the ground violently so that in a moment its cries ceased.
The mother-wolf hissed with agonized fury on the roof of the rick.
The mare seized another one of the whelps and shook it in the air.
As she grasped the third by the neck, the mother, mad with rage, leaped down upon her from the pile and, with the energy of despair, made so fierce an a.s.sault that her claws reached the steed"s neck; but her crushed leg could take no hold, and she fell in a heap at the mare"s feet; the triumphant foe then trampled to death first the old mother, then all the whelps. At last, proudly whinnying, she galloped in frisky triumph around the rick, and then quickly swam back to the place where she had left her master.
"Well, Farao, is there anything the matter?" said the horseman, embracing his horse"s head.
The horse replied to the question with a familiar neigh, and rubbed her nose against her master"s hip.
The horseman thereupon tied saddle and bridle together into one bundle, and leaped upon his steed"s back, who then, without harness of any kind, readily swam with him to the place she had already visited, and halted before the opening in the rick. The master dismounted. The steed, thus freed, rolled on the gra.s.s, neighing and whinnying, then leaped up, shook herself, and with great delight grazed in the rich swampy pasture.
The gypsy was not surprised to see the b.l.o.o.d.y signs of the late struggle. He had many a time discovered dead wolves in the track of his grazing horse.
"This will serve splendidly for a skin-cloak, as the old one is torn."
Then something occurred to him.
"This was a female: so the male must be here somewhere--I know where."
The rick was surrounded by wolf-ditches in double rows, so made that the inner ditch corresponded to the s.p.a.ce left between the two outer ones: the whole crafty work of defence was covered over with thin brush and reeds, which had been overgrown by process of time by moss, so that even a man might have been deceived by their appearance. Here was the reason why the steed had not approached the rick in a straight line. This was a fortified place, and the only entrance to the stronghold was that lake which lay before it: that was the gate. The she-wolf, too, had undoubtedly come across the water, but the male had not been so prudent and had entrapped himself in one of the ditches.
The gypsy at once noticed that one ditch had been broken in, and, as he gazed down into the depths, two blazing blood-red eyes told him that what he was looking for was there.
"Well, you are in a fine position, old fellow: in the morning I shall come for you: and I"ll ask for your skin, if you"ll give it to me. If you give, you give; if you don"t give, I take. That is the order of things in the world. I have none, you have: I want it, you don"t. One of us must die for the other"s sake: that one must be you."
Then it occurred to him to remove the skin of the she-wolf at once, for, if he left it to cool, the work would be more difficult. He stretched the fur on poles and left it to dry in the moonlight; the carca.s.s he dragged to the end of the rick and buried it there; then he made a fire of rushes, took his seven days" old bread and rancid bacon from his greasy wallet and ate. As the darting flames threw a flickering light upon his face, he looked no more peaceful than that wild creature, whose hollow he had usurped.
It was just a sagacious, courageous, wily, resolute--_animal_ face.
"Either you eat me, or I eat you." That was its meaning. "You have, I have not; I want, you don"t:--if you give, you give; if you don"t, I take."
At every bite with his brilliant white teeth into the bread and bacon, you could see it in his face; his gnashing teeth, and ravenous eyes declared it.
That bacon, and bread, had surely cost something, if not money.
Money? How could the gypsy purchase for money? Why, when he took that bright dollar from his knapsack, people would ask him where he got it.
Should he show one of those red-eyed bank-notes, they would at once arrest, imprison him: whom had he murdered to obtain them?
Yet he has dollars and bank-notes in plenty. He gathers them from his leathern purse with his hands, and scatters them around him on the gra.s.s.
Bright silver and gold coins glitter around him in the firelight. He gazes at the curious notes of the imperial banks, and fears within himself that he cannot make out the worth of any of them. Then he sweeps them all together in one heap, along with snail sh.e.l.ls and rush-seeds.
After a while the man enters the hollow interior of the rick, and draws from the hay a large, sooty copper vessel, partly moldy with the mold of money. He pours the new pile in with two full hands. Then he raises the cauldron to see how much heavier it has become.
Is he satisfied with his work?
He buries his treasure once more in the depths of the rick; he himself knows not how much there might be. Then he attacks anew the hard, stale bread, the rancid bacon, and devours it to the last morsel. Perhaps some ready-prepared banquet awaited him on the morrow. Or perhaps he is accustomed to feasting only every third day. At last he stretches himself out on the gra.s.s, and calls to Farao.
"Come here, graze about my head, let me hear you crunch the gra.s.s."
And quickly he fell asleep beside her, as it were one whose brain was of the quietest and his conscience the most peaceful.
CHAPTER VI