""Yes," he said, as he gained her side, "the good news from my father and Pierre, and Rudolph Goneto--that they are well and yet unharmed by French sword or bullet--has filled all our hearts with joy. Is it not to carry these glad tidings to Rudolph"s mother we take this early walk?"
""Yes; a most pleasant errand, Henri;" and the rose deepened on the maiden"s cheek, already glowing with health and exercise.
"They were now far above the valley, and another moment brought them to their destination--a broad ledge of rock on which stood a cottage with its grove of chestnut-trees, and a little patch of carefully cultivated ground.
"Magdalen Goneto, the mother of Rudolph, a matron of placid countenance and sweet and gentle dignity of mien had seen their approach and come forth to meet them.
"She embraced Lucia with grave tenderness, bestowed a kind caress upon Henri, and leading the way to her neat dwelling, seated them and herself upon its porch, from which there was a magnificent view of the whole extent of the valley.
"To the left, and close at hand, lay San Giovanni, with its pretty villages, smiling vineyards, cornfields and verdant meadows sloping gently away to the waters of the Pelice. On the opposite side of the river, situate upon a slight eminence was the Roman Catholic town of Luserna. To the right, almost at their feet, embowered amid beautiful trees--chestnut, walnut, and mulberry--La Tour, the Waldensian capital and home of Lucia and Henri, nestled among its vineyards and orchards.
"Farther up the vale might be seen Bobbi Villar, and many smaller villages scattered amid the fields and vineyards, or hanging on the slopes of the hills, while hamlets and single cottages clung here and there to the rugged mountain-side, wherever a terrace, a little basin or hollow afforded a spot susceptible of cultivation. Beyond all towered the Cottian Alps, that form the barrier between Piedmont and Dauphiny, their snowy pinnacles glittering in the rays of the newly risen sun.
"It was thither the able-bodied men of the valley had gone to defend the pa.s.ses against the French.
"Toward those lofty mountains Lucia"s soft eyes turned with wistful, questioning gaze; for there were father, brother, lover, hourly exposed to all the dangers of war.
"Magdalen noted the look, and softly murmured, "G.o.d, even the G.o.d of our fathers, cover their heads in the day of battle!"
""He will, I know He will," said Lucia, turning to her friend with a bright, sweet smile.
""You bring me tidings, my child," said Magdalen, taking the maiden"s hand in hers, "good tidings, for your face is full of gladness!"
""Yes, dear friend, your son is well," Lucia answered with a modest, ingenuous blush; "my father also, and Pierre; we had word from them only yesternight. But ah me!" she added with a sigh, "what fearful scenes of blood and carnage are yet enacted in Paris, the gay French capital! for from thence also, the courier brought news. Blood, he says, flows like water, and not content with having taken the life of their king, they force the queen and the rest of the royal family to languish in prison; and the guillotine is constantly at work dispatching its wretched victims, whose only crime, in many instances, is that of wealth and n.o.ble birth."
""Alas, poor wretches! alas poor king and queen!" cried Magdalen; "and, for ourselves, what danger, should such bloodthirsty ruffians force an entrance into our valleys! The pa.s.ses had needs be well guarded!"
"Lucia lingered not long with her friend, for home duties claimed her attention.
"Magdalen went with them to the brow of the hill, and again embracing Lucia, said in tender, joyous accents, "Though we must now bid adieu, dear child, when the war is over you will come to brighten Rudolph"s home and mine with your constant presence."
""Yes; such was the pledge he won from me ere we parted," the maiden answered with modest sincerity, a tender smile hovering about the full red lips and a vivid color suffusing for an instant the delicately rounded cheek.
"Then with an affectionate good-by, she tripped away down the rocky path, Henri following.
"A glad flush still lingered on the sweet, girlish face, a dewy light shone in the soft eyes. Her thoughts were full of Magdalen"s parting words and the picture they had called up of the happy married life awaiting Rudolph and herself when he should return to the pursuits of peace.
"And he at his post in those more distant mountains, thought of her and his mother; safe, as he fondly trusted, in the homes his strong arm was helping to defend against a foreign foe. The Vaudois, judging others by themselves, were, notwithstanding their many past experiences of the treacherous cruelty of Rome, strangely unsuspicious of their popish neighbors.
"The descent was scarcely yet accomplished by our young friends, when startled by the sound of heavy footsteps and gruff voices in their rear, and casting a look behind them, they beheld, rapidly approaching by another path which wound about the base of the mountain, two men of most ruffianly aspect.
"A wild terror seized upon the maiden as for an instant she caught the gaze of mingled malice and sensuality they bent upon her; and seizing Henri"s hand, she flew over the ground toward La Tour with the fleetness of a hunted doe.
"For herself what had she not to fear! and for the child that he might be slain or reserved for a fate esteemed by the Vaudois worse than death, in being carried off to Pignerol and brought up in an idolatrous faith.
"The men pursued, calling to her with oaths, curses, obscene words, and jeering laughter.
"These but quickened her flight; she gained the bridge over the Angrogna, sped across it, over the intervening ground, and through the gate into the town; the footsteps of her pursuers echoing close behind.
""Ah ha! escaped my embraces for the present, have you, my pretty barbet?" cried one of the miscreants, following her with gloating, cruel eyes as she sped onward up the street, feeling only comparatively safe even there. "Ah well, it but delays my pleasure a few hours. I know where to find ye and shall pay my respects to-night."
""And I," added his companion with a fierce laugh; "to ye and many another like ye. It"s work quite to my taste Holy Mother Church has laid out for us to-night, Andrea."
""Yes, yes, Giuseppe, we"ll not quarrel with the work or the wages; all the plunder we can lay hands on; to say naught of the pretty maids such as yon, or the escape from the fires of purgatory."
"They were wending their way to the convent of the Recollets as they talked. Arrived at its gates they were immediately admitted, to find it filled with cut-throats such as themselves, and soon learned that the church also and the house of the cure were in like condition.
""Good!" they cried, "how many names in all?"
""Seven hundred," said one.
""Eight hundred," a.s.serted another.
""Well, well, be it which it may, we"re strong enough for the work, all the able-bodied barbetti being on the frontier," cried Andrea, exultingly, "we"ll make short shrift with the old men, women and children."
""Yes; long live the holy Roman Church! Hurrah for the holy faith! Down with the barbetti!" cried a chorus of voices. "We"ll have a second St.
Bartholomew in these valleys and rid them of the hated presence of the cursed heretics."
""That we will," responded Giuseppe. "But what"s the order of proceedings?"
""All the faithful to meet at Luserna at sunset; the vesper bell of the convent gives the signal shortly after, and we immediately spread ourselves over the valley on a heretic hunt that from San Giovanni to Bobbi shall leave not a soul alive to tell the tale."
"While Magdalen and Lucia conversed in the cottage of the former, M.
Brianza, cure of Luserna, seated in the confessional, listened with horror and indignation to a tale of intended wholesale rapine, murder, and arson, which his penitent was unfolding.
""I will have neither part nor lot in this thing," said the priest to himself, as he left the church a moment later; "nay more, I shall warn the intended victims of their danger."
"Hurrying to his house, he instantly dispatched messengers in all haste to San Giovanni and La Tour.
"About the same time, in the more remote town of Cavour, the fiendish plot was revealed to Captain Odetti, an officer of the Piedmontese militia, then enrolled to act against the French, with a request that he would take part in its execution. Being a rigid Romanist it was confidently expected that he would willingly do so.
"But as n.o.ble and humane a man as Luserna"s good cure, he listened with like horror and detestation, and mounting his horse, instantly set off for La Tour to warn the helpless folk of the threatened calamity, and a.s.sist in averting it, if that might yet be possible.
"He travelled post haste, for time pressed; the appointed hour for the attack already drew so near that it was doubtful if even the most prompt action could still avail.
"Pale and breathless with haste and terror, Lucia and Henri gained the shelter of their home, and in reply to the anxious questioning of mother and grandparents, told of the hot pursuit of the evil men who had chased them into the town.
"Their story was heard with much concern, not only by the family, but also by a young man who had entered nearly at the same moment with themselves.
"His right arm was in a sling; his face, thin and wan with suffering, wore an expression of anxiety and alarm which deepened momentarily as the narrative proceeded.
""How is Bianca?" he asked, upon its conclusion, the quiet tone telling nothing of the profound solicitude that filled his breast.
""Much the same," returned Sara Vittoria, the mother.
""A little better, I think," said a weak but cheerful voice from the next room. "Maurice, how is your poor arm? come and tell me."
"He rose and complied with the request.