Golden Stories

Chapter 41

So went the night, with desperate distracted plans, and the dumb agony of cold despair. And in the very early dawn, when men and things cling close to sleep, she heard a gentle stirring--a m.u.f.fled footfall on the stairs, and Black Tad stood at her side, a great shadow, questioning her.

"Mistress, what heard you?"

And she answered quick with loathing: "All! all the vile, shameful thing!"

"They are our foes" he muttered moodily.

"Foes! Foes! Nay, none of you are worthy any foe--save the hangman! Ah, G.o.d will curse you! Cruel! Cruel!"

She leaned out of her seat toward him, her panting breath and fierce words lashing him so that he stepped back a pace, dazed--she was ever such a gentle child.

"What would you, Gwen?"

"What would I! My G.o.d!--a fair fight at least. Oh, Tad, and I thought you were a brave man."

"I--I--damme, I, what can I do?--and what does it matter?"

"Matter?--a foul blot!--matter to you and Ced and father--nothing!

Murderers! I hate you all! What has the Cadwallader done? All Wales knows "twas ever father set on him, not he on father--Always!--always, I say! Aye, I remember that b.l.o.o.d.y night at Ebbu Vale. Shame! Shame! And the harrying and burning at Rhyll, when the mother and her babes perished. No, you weren"t there, Tad, but you know and I know who was.

Ah, Tad, she"s crying to G.o.d--that mother, and holding the little dead things in her hands, close up to his face. And now you"d murder Llyn, for all he"s ever been for peace."

"Hush-s-sh! not so loud, Gwen."

"Not so loud! not so loud!" she jibed bitterly. "If you fear my poor voice now, what will it be when all Wales is ringing with this last foul deed?"

Tad breathed hard, then caught her wrists suddenly, crushing them in his fierceness: "Listen, Gwenith. After all I"m no Tavis--I"m Gruffydd, and I love you."

She shrank away with wide, fearful eyes, her breath coming in little painful gasps.

"What--what do you mean, Tad?"

"I love you, Gwen."

"And----?"

"Well, I"m no Tavis--I"m Gruffydd."

Slowly the meaning which he himself hardly understood dawned on her.

"You"ll save them, Tad?"

"Na, na. A fair fight is what you said. "Tis all I can do."

"And you will?"

"I love you," he persisted stubbornly.

She closed her eyes tightly and leaned back against the wooden shutter, her hands still held close in his grasp. And she strove to see clearly through the mist of horror and pain. It was a chance, at least a fighting chance, to save Davy, her prince; the only chance, the only way, and outside that what else mattered?

Her eyes opened and her lips trembled; then she got her strength back and faced him in the dim dawn.

"My life for theirs, Tad,--is that it?"

Her eyes and her question shamed him, but he clung to his text doggedly, for he had loved her long and hopelessly in his wild, stubborn way, and this was his first and only desperate chance.

"I love ye, Gwenith, I love ye!"

There came a stir in the far hall, a long-drawn yawn; and at the sound the girl whispered fiercely: "Well, it"s a bargain; give them fair warning and I"ll--I"ll do--give you your will. Yes, I swear it by the dear Saint David. Quick! let me go--no, not now!--Tad, I command you, I--I--Quick! that"s Garm"s voice; let me go."

"Llyn Gethin! a word in your ear before we ride on."

It was Tad who spoke to the old Cadwallader out in the moonlight. Llyn had answered Daurn"s urgent message for peace, and a few miles north of Llangarth had met Tad. At the words the old man looked at him curiously, but reined his horse in, while his sons watched the pair suspiciously, for they were young, their blood and their hate still ran hotly, and save for their father would have had none of this death-bed reconciliation.

"Well, lad, what is it?" asked Llyn, when they were out of earshot.

"A word of warning, sir--from one who hates you."

"Ah! You were ever a good hater, boy. What is it?"

""Tis a trick o "mine, sir--this visit--and you"d better ride back."

"I think not, Tad."

"Well, have your way, but if you ride with me you ride to h.e.l.l."

"We ride with you, Tad."

"Your blood be on you and your sons, then, Llyn Gethin. You"re safe to the stone bridge; after that fend for yourself. I--I"m a cursed traitor, but, by David, I strike with my house. There, I"ve warned you, and G.o.d forgive me."

"Amen, lad! Will you shake hands before we ride?"

"No, choke me! I"d sooner ding my dagger in your neck."

So they rejoined the waiting group and rode forward, Tad moodily in advance, Llyn and his sons in a whispering bunch some yards behind. It had been Tad"s own suggestion that he ride forward and meet the Gethins so they might be lured the more easily to the turn beyond the bridge.

Now they followed on till they saw the white masonry gleaming in the moonlight, and then the dark form of Tad"s horse crossing it, when there was a halt and a grim tightening of belts and loosening of swords. And as the man on the bridge threw up his arm, Llyn answered the sign hoa.r.s.ely: "G.o.d keep thee, son of Gruffydd!" he cried. Then as his sons closed in he turned on them sternly: "Remember, lads! who touches him touches me. Ah! steady now! Forward!"

Even as they clattered on the bridge Tad"s challenge and signal to his kinsmen rang out furiously:

"The Wolf! The Wolf and Saint David!"

Then came a rush of horse and steel and wild-eyed men, which but for their preparation would have swept the Gethins down. As it was they met it fiercely as it came. They had not come unarmed--perhaps wise old Llyn distrusted such late penitence even as did his sons. Be that as it may, the cry of "Cadwallader!" rose against "The Wolf!" and bore it back, for even in the first wild rush, Cedric fell away before a long, swift thrust, and a moment later Rhys, the youngest of the house went down and died beneath the stamping iron hoofs.

When Llyn saw this he called to stop the fight, but Tad, in a frenzy of horror and remorse, flung on again with Garth and Levin striking wild beside him. "Twas a wicked rush, but now the fight stood five to three, and in the crash Levin slipped and got a dagger in his throat, while Tad spurred through an open way. Then as he reined and turned, the end was come, for Garm"s shrill death-cry tore the air, and he was left alone.

Thrice he charged like a wounded boar, shouting hoa.r.s.ely for the house he had betrayed. "The Wolf! The Wolf! Saint David and the Wolf!"

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