"I should say not. I haven"t the faintest idea what you look like. Have I seen you at the castle?"
"Yes, frequently."
"Will you tell me your name?"
"You would not know me by name."
"Are you an officer?"
"No; I am new to the service."
"Then I"ll see that you are promoted. I like your staunchness. How old are you?"
"I am--er--twenty-two."
"Of the n.o.bility?"
"My father was of n.o.ble birth."
"Then you must be so, too. I hope you"ll forgive my rudeness. I"m a bit nervous, you know."
"I forgive you gladly."
"Devilish rough road, this."
"Devilish. It is a mountain road."
"That"s where we were, too."
"Where who were?"
"Oh, a young lady and I, some time ago. I just happened to think of it."
"It could not have been pleasant."
"You never made a bigger mistake in your life."
"Oh, she must have been pretty, then."
"You are right this time. She is glorious."
"Pardon me! They usually are in such adventures."
"By Jove, you"re a clever one!"
"Does she live in America?"
"That"s none of your affair."
"Oh!" and then there was silence between them.
"Inquisitive fool!" muttered Gren to him= self.
For some time they b.u.mped along over the rough road, jostling against each other frequently, both enduring stoically and silently. The rain was still falling, but the thunder storm had lost its fury. The crashing in the sky had abated, the winds were not so fierce, the night was being shorn of its terrors. Still the intense, almost suffocating darkness prevailed. But for the occasional touch neither could have told that there was another person on the seat. Suddenly Lorry remembered the lantern. It was still lit with the slide closed when he threw it on the seat. Perhaps it still burned and could relieve the oppressive darkness if but for a short time. He might, at least, satisfy his curiosity and look upon the face of his companion. Leaning forward he fumbled among the traps on the opposite seat.
"I think I"ll see if the lantern is lighted. Let"s have it a little more cheerful in here," he said. There was a sharp exclamation, and two vigorous hands grasped him by the shoulder, jerking him back unceremoniously.
"No! No! You will ruin all! There must be no light," cried the soldier, his voice high and shrill.
"But we are out of the city."
"I know! I know! But I will not permit you to have a light. Against orders. We have not pa.s.sed the outpost," expostulated the other, nervously.
"What"s the matter with your voice," demanded Lorry, struck by the change in it.
"My voice?" asked the other, the tones natural again. "It"s changing.
Didn"t it embarra.s.s you when your voice broke like that?" went on the questioner, breathlessly. Lorry was now leaning back in the seat, quite a little mystified.
"I don"t believe mine ever broke like that," he said, speculatively.
There was no response, and he sat silent for some time, regretting more and more that it was so dark.
Gradually he became conscious of a strange, unaccountable presence in that dark cab. He could feel a change coming over him; he could not tell why, but he was sure that some one else was beside him, some one who was not the soldier. Something soft and delicate and sweet came into existence, permeating the darkness with its undeniable presence. A queer power seemed drawing him toward the other end of the seat. The most delightful sensations took possession of him; his heart fluttered oddly; his head began to reel under the spell.
"Who are you?" he cried, in a sort of ecstacy. There was no answer. He remembered his matchsafe, and with trembling, eager fingers drew it from the pocket of the coat he was wearing. The next instant he was scratching a match, but as it flared the body of his companion was hurled against his and a ruthless mouth blew out the feeble blaze.
"Oh, why do you persist?" was cried in his ears.
"I am determined to see your face," he answered, sharply, and with a little cry of dismay the other occupant of the carriage fell back in the corner. The next match drove away the darkness and the mystery. With blinking eyes he saw the timid soldier huddling in the corner, one arm covering his face, the other hand vainly striving to pull the skirt of a military coat over a pair of red trouser-legs. Below the arm that hid the eyes and nose he saw parted lips and a beardless, dainty chin; above, long, dark tresses strayed in condemning confusion. The breast beneath the blue coat heaved convulsively.
The match dropped from his fingers, and, as darkness fell again, it hid the soldier in the strong arms of the fugitive--not a soldier bold, but a gasping, blushing, unresisting coward. The lithe form quivered and then became motionless in the fierce, straining embrace; the head dropped upon his shoulder, his hot lips caressing the burning face and pouring wild, incoherent words into the little ears.
"You! You!" he cried, mad with joy. "Oh, this is Heaven itself! My brave darling! Mine forever--mine forever! You shall never leave me now! Drive on! Drive on!" he shouted to the men outside, drunk with happiness.
"We"ll make this journey endless. I know you love me now--I know it!
G.o.d, I shall die with joy!"
A hand stole gently into his hand, and her lips found his in a long, pa.s.sionate kiss.
"I did not want you to know! Ach, I am so sorry! Why, why did I come to-night? I was so strong, so firm, I thought, but see how weak I am. You dominate,--you own me, body and soul, in spite of everything,--against my will. I Love you--I love you--I love you!"
"I have won against the princes and the potentates! I was losing hope, my Queen, losing hope. You were so far away, so unattainable. I would brave a thousand deaths rather than lose this single minute of my life.
It makes me the richest man in all the world. How brave you are! This night you have given up everything for my sake. You are fleeing with me, away from all that has been dear to you."
"No, no. You must not be deluded. It is only for tonight, only till you are safe from pursuit. I shall go back. You must not hope for more than this hour of weakness, sweet as it is to me," she cried.
"You are going back and not with me?" he cried, his heart chilling.
"You know I cannot. That is why I hoped you would never know how much I care for you. Alas, you have found me out! My love was made rash by fear. You could never have escaped the vengeance of Axphain. I could not have shielded you. This was the only course and I dared not hesitate. I should have died with terror had you gone to trial, knowing what I knew.
You will not think me unwomanly for coming with you as I am. It was necessary--really it was! No one else could have--" But he smothered the wail in kisses.