"I won"t--there!" quite decidedly.
"Margaret!"
He took her arm; notwithstanding her declaration, she rose and followed him. She did not resent his making her do it in that wild and desolate place; had he tried to compel her in civilisation, he would have failed.
Once inside it, the Cave was not at all dreadful; she could sit upright, and, as he said, it was merely a chamber, open on one side. He then went to fetch the hurdles to make her a rough couch--it was with some thought of this that he had not burned them--knowing anything between the sleeper and the bare ground will prevent stiffness or chill.
He saw that the moon had illuminated a valley on the right hand, and walked to the edge, thinking that perhaps a cottage might be in the hollow. There was nothing, but this caused him to be a little longer gone. Now Margaret was just in that state between waking and sleeping when shadows take shape and the silence speaks, nor could she forget that the Cave had once been a tomb. She looked out and involuntarily uttered a cry. Among the boulders stood a shapeless whiteness--a form rather than a thing, in the midst of the circle. She covered her face with her hands. Geoffrey returning heard the cry, and came running.
"What! How fortunate!" he exclaimed. She looked again--it was the grey, Geoffrey"s horse; in her nervous dread she had not recognised it in the shadow.
"This is fortunate," he said, ignoring her alarm. "The poor fellow must have hobbled after us--perhaps not so very far, as we went round in a circle. Why, this must have been what we heard--the heavy steps, don"t you remember? I can make a couch now,"--unstrapping the rug, and removing the saddle, and also from Kitty. Then he took the thatched hurdle, and placed it on the floor of the Cave, straw uppermost. It was perfectly clean; the straw bleached white by the wind of the hills. The saddles made a rude support for her shoulders. She stood up, and he wound the rug--which was a large one--about her till she was swathed in it, and a kind of hood came round her head. She reclined upon the hurdle, leaning against the saddles; and lastly, at his wish, adjusted the handkerchief lightly over her face, so that she might breathe easily, and yet so as to keep the night air away. Then he placed the second hurdle, which was not thatched, across the open side of the Cave, partly closing it like a door, but not too completely.
"Why, I am quite comfortable," she said. "Only it is too warm."
"That is a good fault; good-night."
"Good-night." A long pause.
"Geoffrey--where are you?"
"Sitting by the door of your chamber."
"You have been very kind."
"I have done nothing."
"You have no shelter; what shall you do?"
"I do not mind in the least; you forget I have been used to the bush."
A second long silence.
"Geoffrey!" very gently.
"I am here, dear."
"Do not go far away."
"Rest a.s.sured I will not."
Silence again--this time not broken.
By-and-by he approached and listened; the low regular breathing convinced him that she slept at last. "She must be very, very weary,"
he thought, "and I--" Scarce a word had been said that might not have been uttered before the world, and yet he felt a secret a.s.surance that her heart was turning towards him.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
DAWN.
When Geoffrey felt certain that she was sleeping, his next care was to examine the exterior of the Cave, thinking that there might probably be openings between the stones that would admit a draught. The hurdle at the doorway, full of minute interstices, and purposely placed loosely, allowed sufficient air to enter for breathing; what he wished to prevent was a current crossing the chamber, for though warm then, towards the morning the atmosphere is usually cooler. He found that in the course of the centuries the ground had risen materially, so that the floor inside the cave was below the level of the sward without. This partially closed the crevices between the rude slabs, and from the raised turf gra.s.ses had grown thickly, and filled the remaining s.p.a.ce except in one spot. There the boulder wall, settling under the weight of the capstone, leaned somewhat from the perpendicular and left a wide c.h.i.n.k. With his knife he cut a broad sod of turf, and placed it against the aperture, gra.s.s side inwards, filling it up completely. Then, stepping lightly that he might not wake her, he sought the horses, and relieved them of their bridles, feeling certain that they would not wander far. A few yards from the copse there was a slight incline of the ground; there he sat down on the sward near enough to hear Margaret in a moment should she call.
Now that his labour was over and the excitement had subsided, even his powerful frame felt the effect of unusual exertion--besides riding, he had run and walked many miles that night. Presently he involuntarily reclined almost at full length, leaning on one arm; his weight crushed a thick bunch of wild thyme that emitted a delicious scent. Tall dry bennets and some low bushy heath grew at his side. On the left hand-- eastwards--stood a hawthorn bush; in front--southwards--was a deep coombe, and beyond that a steep Down, towards the top of which grew a few gaunt and scattered firs. As the moon swept slowly higher the pale light fell upon the boulders and the dolmen as it had fallen for so many ages past. The darkness in the deep valley became more intense as the shadow of the hill grew more defined; where the moonlight fell upon the slopes they shone with a greenish-grey reflection, which, when looked at intently, vanished.
His dreamy eyes gazed far away over vale and hill, and watched a star low down that, little dimmed by the dull moon, still scintillated; for moonbeams check those bright flashes that sparkle over the sky. The pointed top of a fir upon the ridge hid the star a moment, then pa.s.sing onward with the firmament it again looked down upon him. With the everlasting hills around, his drowsy mind ran back into the Past, when not only men but G.o.ds _and_ men played out their pa.s.sions on those other distant hills that looked on windy Troy. The star, still calmly pursuing its way, seemed a link between then and now, but the hearts that had throbbed with the warm hope of love, where were they? Oenone wandering disconsolate because of Paris in the shady groves of Ida; the zoned Helen with the face--
That launch"d a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium.
The nameless graceful maidens with the many-twinkling feet weaving with their steps, as the ears of corn in the breeze weave mystic measures under the summer sun--whose limbs still seem to move in joyful procession, winding round many an antique vase. Where, too, were they?
Where the hope and joy of the early days? And Margaret, beautiful Margaret, slumbering--but living--in the ma.s.sive tomb, where should she be, and _his_ love? His weary head drooped on the pillow of thyme; with a deep-drawn sigh he slept.
The star went on. In the meadows of the vale far away doubtless there were sounds of the night. On the hills it was absolute silence-- profound rest. They slept peacefully, and the moon rose to the meridian. The pale white glow on the northern horizon slipped towards the east. After awhile a change came over the night. The hills and coombes became grey and more distinct, the sky lighter, the stars faint, the moon that had been ruddy became yellow, and then almost white.
Yet a little while, and one by one the larks arose from the gra.s.s, and first twittering and vibrating their brown wings just above the hawthorn bushes, presently breasted the aerial ascent, and sang at "Heaven"s Gate."
Geoffrey awoke and leaned upon his arm; his first thought was of Margaret, and he looked towards the copse. All was still; then in the dawn the strangeness of that h.o.a.ry relic of the past sheltering so lovely a form came home to him. Next he gazed eastwards.
There a great low bank, a black wall of cloud, was rising rapidly, extending on either hand, growing momentarily broader, darker, threatening to cover the sky. He watched it come up swiftly, and saw that as it neared it became lighter in colour, first grey, then white.
It was the morning mist driven along before the breeze, whose breath had not reached him yet. In a few minutes the wall of vapour pa.s.sed over him as the waters rolled over Pharaoh. A puff of wind blew his hair back from his forehead, then another and another; presently a steady breeze, cool and refreshing. The mist drove rapidly along; after awhile gaps appeared overhead, and through these he saw broad s.p.a.ces of blue sky, the colour growing and deepening. The gaps widened, the mist became thinner; then this, the first wave of vapour, was gone, creeping up the hillside behind him like the rearguard of an army.
Out from the last fringe of mist shone a great white globe. Like molten silver, glowing with a lusciousness of light, soft and yet brilliant, so large and bright and seemingly so near--but just above the ridge yonder-shining with heavenly splendour in the very dayspring. He knew Eosphoros, the Light-Bringer, the morning star of hope and joy and love, and his heart went out towards the beauty and the glory of it. Under him the broad bosom of the earth seemed to breathe instinct with life, bearing him up, and from the azure ether came the wind, filling his chest with the vigour of the young day.
The azure ether--yes, and more than that! Who that has seen it can forget the wondrous beauty of the summer morning"s sky? It is blue--it is sapphire--it is like the eye of a lovely woman. A rich purple shines through it; no painter ever approached the colour of it, no t.i.tian or other, none from the beginning. Not even the golden flesh of Rubens"
women, through the veins in whose limbs a sunlight pulses in lieu of blood shining behind the tissues, can equal the hues that glow behind the blue.
The East flamed out at last. Pencilled streaks of cloud high in the dome shone red. An orange light rose up and spread about the horizon, then turned crimson, and the upper edge of the sun"s disk lifted itself over the hill. A swift beam of light shot like an arrow towards him, and the hawthorn bush obeyed with instant shadow: it pa.s.sed beyond him over the green plain, up the ridge and away. The great orb, quivering with golden flames, looked forth upon the world.
He arose and involuntarily walked a few steps towards it, his heart swelling, the inner voice lifted. The larks sang with all their might, the swallows played high overhead. When he turned, Margaret had risen and came to meet him, blushing, and trying in vain to push back her hair, that had become slightly loosened. The breeze revelled in it.
"Is it not beautiful?" she said, as they shook hands, looking round. He gazed into her eyes till the fringes drooped and hid them: then he kissed her hand. Her cheeks burned; she withdrew it quickly. "We must go," she said, all confused. He would gladly have prolonged that moment, but went loyally to do her bidding. He had no difficulty with the horses, they had wandered but a short distance; the grey"s lameness had nearly gone off, probably it would quite when he warmed to his work.
They were soon mounted; but then came the old question, which way to ride? Margaret could not recognise any of the hills. Geoffrey decided to ride direct east, towards the sun, thinking that if they kept in one direction they must cross a road presently. They started along the ridge with a deep valley on the right hand, and keeping a sharp look-out in the expectation of seeing a shepherd soon, for Margaret was naturally anxious to get into a civilised locality.
"There is a cloud coming towards us," she said presently.
Another great wave of vapour was sweeping up, and had already hidden the sun. It crept up the slope of the hill on which they rode like a rising tide--the edge clearly marked--and enveloped them. They went slowly, thinking of flint-pits, and not able to see many yards. Presently the breeze opened a gap overhead, and they were between two huge walls of mist. They drew rein, and in a few minutes the dense white vapour insensibly melted and the sun shone. But then as it rolled away and the ridges of the hills appeared the cloud-like mist visibly undulated about their summits, now rising, now falling, like the vast low waves of the ocean after the wind has sunk. Here and there the mist caught and held the sunlight, and seemed lit up from within; then it disappeared, and the bright spot transferred itself to a distant range. A few more minutes and the breeze carried the vapour away, and they rode forward, and after some distance pa.s.sed through a forest of furze. A rabbit now and then scampered away, and the stone-chats flew from bush to bush and repeated their short note. Suddenly, in following the narrow winding opening between the furze, the grey snorted and stopped short. Geoffrey looked and saw a labouring man asleep upon the sward, his head pillowed on a small boulder stone, or sa.r.s.en. He called to him, and the man moved and sat up.
"Why!" said Margaret in amazement; "why, it is our shepherd, Jabez!"
"Eez, miss, it be I," rubbing his eyes; "and main stiff I be."
"How ever did you come here?"
"Where are we?" said Geoffrey. "What part of the Down is this? Where are Moonlight Firs?"
"Aw, doan"tee caddie me zo, measter."
"But we want to get home," said Margaret. "Now tell us quickly."
"Be you lost too, miss?" The shepherd to save his life could not have answered a question direct.