She had finally come to hate them all, desiring their extermination, exasperated at the very thought that she needed them to live and could never free herself from this slavery. Trying to be independent, she had taken up the stage.
"I have danced. I have sung; but my successes were always because I was a woman. Men followed after me, desiring the female, and ridiculing the actress. Besides--the life behind the scenes!... A white-slave market with a name on the play-bills.... What exploitation!..."
The desire of freeing herself from all this had led her to make friends with the doctor, accepting her propositions. It seemed to her more honorable to serve a great nation, to be a secret functionary, laboring in the shadow for its grandeur. Besides, at the beginning she was fascinated by the novelty of the work, the adventures on risky missions, the proud consideration that with her espionage she was weaving the web of the future, preparing the history of time to come.
Here also she had, from the very first, stumbled upon s.e.xual slavery.
Her beauty was an instrument for sounding the depths of consciences, a key for opening secrets; and this servitude had turned out worse than the former ones, on account of its being irremediable,--she had tried to divorce herself from her life of tantalizing tourist and theatrical woman; but whoever enters into the secret service can nevermore go from it. She learns too many things; slowly she gains a comprehension of important mysteries. The agent becomes a slave of her functions; she is confined within them as a prisoner, and with every new act adds a new stone to the wall that is separating her from liberty.
"You know the rest of my life," she continued. "The obligation of obeying the doctor, of seducing men in order to s.n.a.t.c.h their secrets from them, made me hate them with a deadly aggressiveness.... But you came. You, who are so good and generous! You who sought me with the enthusiastic simplicity of a growing boy, making me turn back a page in my life, as though I were still only in my teens and being courted for the first time!... Besides, you are not a selfish person. You gave with n.o.ble enthusiasm. I believe that if we had known each other in our early youth you would never have deserted me in order to make yourself rich by marrying some one else. I resisted you at first, because I loved you and did not wish to do you harm.... Afterwards, the mandates of my superiors and my pa.s.sion made me forget these scruples.... I gave myself up. I was the "fatal woman," as always; I brought you misfortune.... Ulysses! My love!... Let us forget; there is no use in remembering the past. I know your heart so well, and finding myself in danger, I appeal to it. Save me! Take me with you!..."
As she was standing opposite him, she had only to raise her hands in order to put them on his shoulders, starting the beginning of an embrace.
Ferragut remained insensible to the caress. His immobility repelled these pleadings. Freya had traveled much through the world, had gone through shameful adventures, and would know how to free herself by her own efforts without the necessity of complicating him again in her net.
The story that she had just told was nothing to him but a web of misrepresentations.
"It is all false," he said in a heavy voice. "I do not believe you. I never shall believe you.... Each time that we meet you tell me a new tale.... Who are you?... When do you tell the truth,--all the truth at once?... You fraud!"
Insensible to his insults, she continued speaking anxiously of her future, as though perceiving the mysterious dangers which were surrounding her.
"Where shall I go if you abandon me?... If I remain in Spain, I continue under the doctor"s domination. I cannot return to the empires where my life has been pa.s.sed; all the roads are closed and in those lands my slavery would be reborn.... Neither can I go to France or to England; I am afraid of my past. Any one of my former achievements would be enough to make them shoot me: I deserve nothing less. Besides, the vengeance of my own people fills me with terror. I know the methods of the "service," when they find it necessary to rid themselves of an inconvenient agent who is in the enemy"s territory. The "service"
itself denounces him, voluntarily making a stupid move in order that some doc.u.ments may go astray, sending a compromising card with a false address in order that it may fall into the hands of the authorities of the country. What shall I do if you do not aid me?... Where can I flee?..."
Ulysses decided to reply, moved to pity by her desperation. The world was large. She could go and live in the republics of America.
She did not accept the advice. She had had the same thought, but the uncertain future made her afraid.
"I am poor: I have scarcely enough to pay my traveling expenses.... The "service" recompenses well at the start. Afterwards when it has us surely in its clutches because of our past, it gives us only what is necessary in order to live with a certain freedom. What can I ever do in those lands?... Must I pa.s.s the rest of my existence selling myself for bread?... I will not do it. I would rather die first!"
This desperate affirmation of her poverty made Ferragut smile sarcastically. He looked at the necklace of pearls everlastingly reposing on the admirable cushion of her bosom, the great emeralds in her ears, the diamonds that were sparkling coldly on her hands. She guessed his thoughts and the idea of selling these jewels gave her even greater apprehension than the terrors that the future involved.
"You do not know what all this represents to me," she added. "It is my uniform, my coat-of-arms, the safe-conduct that enables me to sustain myself in the world of my youth. The women who pa.s.s alone through this world need jewels in order to free their pathway of obstructions. The managers of a hotel become human and smile before their brilliancy. She who possesses them does not arouse suspicion however late she may be in paying the weekly account.... The employees at the frontier become exceedingly gallant: there is no pa.s.sport more powerful. The haughty ladies become more cordial before their sparkle, at the tea hour in the halls where one knows n.o.body.... What I have suffered in order to acquire them!... I would be reduced to hunger before I would sell them.
With them, I am somebody. A person may not have a coin in her pocket and yet, with these glittering vouchers, may enter where the richest a.s.semble, living as one of them."
She would take no advice. She was like a hungry warrior in an enemy"s country asked to surrender arms in exchange for gold. Once the necessity was satisfied, he would become a prisoner,--would be vilified and on a par with the miserable creatures who a few hours before were receiving his blows. She would meet courageously all dangers and sufferings rather than lay aside her helmet and shield, the symbols of her superior caste. The gown more than a year old, shabby, patched shoes, negligee with badly mended rents, did not distress her in the most trying moments. The important thing was to possess a stylish hat and to preserve a fur coat, a necklace of pearls, emeralds, diamonds,--all the honorable and glorious coat-of-mail in which she wished to die.
Her glance appeared to pity the ignorance of the sailor in venturing to propose such absurdities to her.
"It is impossible, Ulysses.... Take me with you! On the sea is where I shall be safest. I am not afraid of the submarines. People imagine them as numerous and close together as the flagstones of a pavement, but only one vessel in a thousand is the victim of their attacks....
Besides, with you I fear nothing; if it is our destiny to perish on the sea, we shall die together."
She became insinuating and enticing, pa.s.sing her hands over his shoulders, pulling down his neck with a pa.s.sion that was equal to an embrace. While speaking, her mouth came near to that of the sailor, the lips arched, beginning the rounding of a caressing kiss.
"Would you live so badly with Freya?... Do you no longer remember our past?... Am I now another being?"
Ulysses was remembering only too well that past, and began to recognize that this memory was becoming too vivid. She, who was following with astute eyes the seductive memories whirling through his brain, guessed what they were by the contraction of his face. And smiling triumphantly, she placed her mouth against his. She was sure of her power.... And she reproduced the kiss of the Aquarium, that kiss which had so thrilled the sailor, making his whole body tremble.
But when she gave herself up with more abandon to this dominating ascendancy, she felt herself repelled, shot back by a brutal hand-thrust similar to the blow that had hurled her upon the cushions at the beginning of the interview.
Some one had interposed between the two, in spite of their close embrace.
The captain, who was beginning to lose consciousness of his acts, like a castaway, descending and descending through the enchanting domains of limitless pleasure, suddenly beheld the face of the dead Esteban with his gla.s.sy eyes fixed upon him. Further on he saw another image, sad and shadowy,--Cinta, who was weeping as though her tears were the only ones that should fall upon the mutilated body of their son.
"Ah, no!... _No!_"
He himself was surprised at his voice. It was the roar of a wounded beast, the dry howling of a desperate creature, writhing in torment.
Freya, staggering under the rude push, again tried to draw near to him, enlacing him again in her arms, in order to repeat her imperious kiss.
"My love!... My love!..."
She could not go on. That tremendous hand again repelled her, but so violently that her head struck against the cushions of the divan.
The door trembled with a rude shove that made its two leaves open at the same time, dragging out the bolt of the lock.
The woman, tenacious in her desires, rose up quickly without noticing the pain of her fall. Nimbleness only could serve her now that Ferragut was escaping after mechanically picking up his hat.
"Ulysses!... Ulysses!..."
Ulysses was already in the street,--and in the little hallway various objects of bric-a-brac that had obtruded themselves and confused the fugitive in his blind flight were still trembling and then falling and breaking on the floor with a crash.
Feeling on his forehead the sensation of the free air, the dangers to which Freya had referred now surged up in his mind. He surveyed the street with a hostile glance.... n.o.body! He longed to meet the enemy of whom that woman had been speaking, to find vent for that wrath which he was feeling even against himself. He was ashamed and furious at his pa.s.sing weakness which had almost made him renew their former existence.
In the days following, he repeatedly recalled the band of refugees under the doctor"s control. When meeting German-looking people on the street, he would glare at them menacingly. Was he perhaps one of those charged with killing him?... Then he would pa.s.s on, regretting his irritation, sure that they were tradesmen from South America, apothecaries or bank employees undecided whether to return to their home on the other side of the ocean, or to await in Barcelona the always-near triumph of their Emperor.
Finally the captain began to ridicule Freya"s recommendations.
"Just her lies!... Inventions in order to engage my interest again and make me take her with me! Ah, the old fraud!"
One morning, as he was stepping out on the deck of his steamer, Toni approached him with a mysterious air, his face a.s.suming an ashy pallor.
When they reached the saloon at the stern, the mate spoke in a low voice, looking around him.
The night before he had gone ash.o.r.e in order to visit the theater. All of Toni"s literary tastes and his emotions were concentrated in vaudeville. Men of talent had never invented anything better. From it he used to bring back the humming songs with which he beguiled his long watches on the bridge. Besides, it had a feminine chorus brilliantly clad and bare-legged, a prima donna rich in flesh and poor in clothes, a row of rosy and voluptuous ninepins that delighted the seamen"s imagination without making him forget the obligations of fidelity.
At one o"clock in the morning, when returning to the boat along the solitary entrance pier, some one had tried to a.s.sa.s.sinate him. Hearing footsteps, he fancied that he had seen forms hiding behind a mountain of merchandise. Then there had sounded three reports, three revolver shots. A ball had whistled by one of his ears.
"And as I was not carrying any arms, I ran. Fortunately, I was near the ship, almost to the prow. I had only to take a few leaps to put myself aboard the vessel.... And they did not shoot any more."
Ferragut remained silent. He, too, had grown pale, but with surprise and anger. Then they were true, those reports of Freya"s!... He could not pretend incredulity, nor show himself bold and indifferent to danger while Toni continued talking.
"Take care, Ulysses!... I have been thinking a great deal about this thing. Those shots were not meant for me. What enemies have I? Who would want to harm a poor mate who never sees anybody?... Look out for yourself! You know perhaps where they came from; you have dealings with many people."
The captain suspected that he was recalling the adventure of Naples and that disgraceful proposition guarded as a secret, relating it to this nocturnal attack. But neither his voice nor his eyes justified such suspicions. And Ferragut preferred not to seem to suspect what he was thinking about.
"Does any one else know what occurred?..."
Toni shrugged his shoulders. "n.o.body...." He had leaped on the steamer, pacifying the dog on board, that was howling furiously. The man on guard had heard the shots, imagining that it was some sailors" fight.
"You have not reported this to the authorities?"