"And yourself?"
"An outcast."
"And you--loved each other--long since?"
"Long since."
"But I have you at the last!" cried Joanna, exultant. "And nought shall part us now save death and that but for a little while! Dost curse thyself, Martino--dost curse thyself for saving me from the fire? But for this I had been dead and thou safe with thy loved Joan--dost curse thyself?"
"Nay, of what avail?"
Now, at this, she falls to sudden rage and revilings, naming me "stock-fish," "clod," "worm," and the like and I (nothing heeding her), turning to behold the gathering clouds to windward, met the glare of Resolution"s fierce eye.
"Tell me," cried Joanna, reaching out to nip my leg "twixt petulant fingers, "why must you brave the fire to save me you do so hate--tell me?"
"Yonder, as I judge, is much wind, Resolution!" said I, nodding towards a threatening cloud bank. Hereupon she struck at me with pa.s.sionate fist and thereafter turns from me with a great sob, whereat Resolution growled and tapped his pistol b.u.t.t.
"You were fool to save me!" cried she. "For I, being dead, might now be in happy circ.u.mstance and you with your Joan! You were a fool--"
"Howbeit you have your life," said I.
"Life?" quoth she. "What is life to me but a pain, a grief I shall not fear to lose. Life hath ever brought me so much of evil, so little good, I were well rid of it that I might live again, to find perchance those joys but dim remembered that once were mine in better life than this. And now, if there be aught of food and drink aboard, Resolution, let us eat; then get you to sleep--you will be weary, yes."
And surely never was stranger meal than this, Joanna and Resolution, the compa.s.s betwixt them, discussing winds, tides and weather, parallels of lat.i.tude and longitude, the best course to steer, etc., and I watching the ever-rising billows and hearkening to the piping of the wind.
Evening found us running through a troubled sea beneath an angry sky and the wind so loud I might hear nothing of my companions where they crouched together in the stern sheets. But suddenly Joanna beckoned me with imperious gesture:
"Look, Martino!" cried she, with hand outflung towards the billows that foamed all about us. "Yonder is a death kinder than death by the fire and yet I do fear this more than the fire by reason of this my hateful woman"s body. Now may you triumph over my weakness an you will, yet none can scorn it more than I--"
"G.o.d forbid!" said I and would have steadied her against the lurching of the boat, but Resolution, scowling at my effort, clasped her within his arm, shielding her as well as he might against the lashing spray, bidding me let be.
Thereafter and despite her sickness, she must needs stoop to cover me with the boat-cloak where I lay, and looking up at Resolution I saw his bronzed face glinted with moisture that was not of the sea.
CHAPTER XVIII
OF ROGER TRESSADY AND HOW THE SILVER WOMAN CLAIMED HER OWN AT LAST
Starting from sleep, instead of gloomy heaven and a desolation of tempestuous waters, I saw this:
The sun, newly up, shed his waxing glory on troubled waters deeply blue and fringed with foam where the waves broke upon a narrow strip of golden sand backed by trees and dense-growing green boskages infinite pleasant to the sight; and beyond these greeny tangles rose a hill of no great alt.i.tude, deep-bowered in trees and brush and flowering vines. And viewing all this peaceful loveliness with sleep-filled eyes, I thought it at first no more than idle dream; but presently, knowing it for reality, I felt my hard nature touched and thrilled (as it were) with a great rush of tenderness, for what with this glory of sun and the thousand sweet and spicy odours that wafted to us from this fair island, I sudden felt as if, borne on this well-remembered fragrance, came the sweet and gentle soul of my lady Joan, a haunting presence, sad and very plaintive, for it seemed she knew at last that nought henceforth might stay me from my vengeance. And in my ears seemed the whisper of her desolate cry:
"Martin--Oh, blind and more than blind! Alas, dear Martin!"
Now at this, despite the joy of sun and the gladness of birds that shrilled "mid the mazy thickets above, a great sadness took me and I bowed my head in gloomy thought.
"Forward there!"
Starting at this hoa.r.s.e summons, I turned to behold Resolution crouched at the tiller, his great boat-cloak white with brine, his solitary eye scowling from me to the sh.o.r.e and back again.
"Ha, d"ye stir at last, sluggard? Here"s Joanna been direly sick--speak low, she sleeps at last, poor la.s.s--and me stiff o" my wounds, clemmed wi"
hunger and parched wi" thirst, you a-snoring and a sea worse than Jonah"s afore they hove him to the whale--"
"Why not wake me, then?" I demanded, creeping aft and beholding Joanna where she lay slumbering, pale and worn beneath weather-stained cloak. "Why not rouse me, Resolution?"
"Because she forbade me and her word is my law, d"ye see? Reach me a sup o"
rum from the locker yonder."
"You have brought us safe through the tempest, then," said I, doing as he bade me.
"Aye, Joanna and I, and despite her qualms and sickness, poor la.s.s, and you a-snoring!" Here, having drained the pannikin of rum, his eye lost something of its ferocity and he nodded. "Twice we came nigh swamping i"
the dark but the Lord interposed to save His own yet a little, and you a-snoring, but here was Joanna"s hand on the tiller and mine on the sail and plaguing the Almighty wi" prayers of a righteous, meek, long-suffering and G.o.d-fearing man and behold, comrade, here we are, safe in the lee of Mizzen Island, and yonder is creek very apt to our purpose. So stand by to let go the halyard and ship oars when I give word, _amigo_."
"She seems very worn with her sickness, Resolution!" said I, stooping to observe Joanna where she slumbered like one utterly exhausted.
"She is, friend!" he nodded. "She never could abide rough seas from a child, d"ye see, brother, and her wound troubleth her yet--but never a word o" complaint, comrade--aha, a great soul, a mighty spirit is hers, for all her woman"s slenderness, Martin! Now, let fly your halyard, douse your sail--so! Now ship oars and pull, _camarado_, pull!"
Very soon, myself at the oars and Resolution steering, we crept in betwixt bush-girt rocks to a shelving, sandy beach. Hereupon, Resolution stooped to lift Joanna but finding his wounds irk him, beckoned to me:
"Come, friend," said he. "You are l.u.s.ty and strong, I do know--bear her ash.o.r.e and tenderly, brother, tenderly!"
So I stooped and raising Joanna in my arms, climbed out of the boat (though with no little to-do) and bore her ash.o.r.e towards the pleasant shade of flowering trees adjacent to the sea. Now presently she stirred in my embrace, and looking down at her, I saw her regarding me, great-eyed.
"Here do I rest for the second time, Martino," she murmured. "I wonder--when the third shall be?"
"G.o.d knoweth!" said I; and being come to the trees, I laid her there as comfortably as I might and went to aid Resolution to secure the boat.
Having landed such things as we required and lighted a fire, while Resolution busied himself preparing a meal, I began to look about me and found this island marvellous fertile, for here on all sides flowers bloomed, together with divers fruits, as lemons, plantains, limes, grapes, a very wonder to behold. Now I chanced to reach a certain eminent place whence I might behold the general trend of the island; and now I saw that this was the smallest of three islands and remembered how Resolution had named them to me as Fore, Main and Mizzen islands. I was yet staring at these islands, each with its fringe of white surf to windward where the seas yet broke in foam, when my wandering gaze chanced to light on that which filled me with sudden and strange foreboding, for, plain to my view despite the distance, I saw the royal yards and topgallant masts of a great ship (so far as I could judge) betwixt Fore and Mainmast islands, and I very full of question as to what manner of ship this should be.
In my wanderings I chanced upon a little glen where bubbled a limpid stream amid a very paradise of fruits and flowers; here I sat me down well out of the sun"s heat, and having drunk my fill of the sweet water, fell to munching grapes that grew to hand in great, purple cl.u.s.ters. And now, my bodily needs satisfied and I stretched at mine ease within this greeny bower where birds whistled and piped joyously amid flowery thickets and the little brook leapt and sang as (one and all) vaunting the wondrous mercy of G.o.d, I, lying thus (as I say) surrounded by His goodly handiworks (and yet blind to their message of mercy) must needs set my wits to work and cast about in my mind how I might the soonest win free of this goodly place and set about the accomplishment of my vengeance. Once or twice I thought to hear Resolution hallooing and calling my name but, being drowsy, paid no heed and thus, what with the peace and comfort of my surroundings, I presently fell asleep.
But in my slumbers I had an evil dream, for I thought to hear a voice, hoa.r.s.e yet tuneful, upraised in song, and voice, like the song, was one heard long ago, the which in my dreaming troubled me mightily, insomuch that I started up broad awake and infinitely glad to know this no more than idle fancy. Sitting up and looking about me, I saw the sun low and nigh to setting, and great was my wonder that I should have slept so long, yet I found myself vastly invigorated thereby and mightily hungered, therefore I arose, minded to seek my companions.
But scarce was I gone a yard than I stopped all at once, as from somewhere in the gathering shadows about me, plain to be heard, came the sound of a voice hoa.r.s.e but tuneful, upraised in song, and these the words:
"Some by the knife did part wi" life And some the bullet took O.
But three times three died plaguily A-wriggling on a hook O.
A hook both long and sharp and strong They died by gash o" hook O."
For a long time (as it seemed) I stood motionless with the words of this hateful chanty yet ringing in my brain, until the sun flamed seawards, vanished, and it was night. And here amid the gloom sat I, chin on knees, my mind busied upon a thousand memories conjured up by this evil song. At last, being come to a determination, I arose and, stumbling in the dark, made the best of my way towards that narrow, shelving beach where we had made our landing. In a little, through a tangle of leafy thickets, I espied the glow of a fire and heard a sound of voices; and going thitherwards, paused amid the leaves and hid thus, saw this fire was built at the mouth of a small cave where sat Joanna with Resolution at her elbow, while opposite them were five wild-looking rogues with muskets in their hands grouped about a tall, great fellow of a masterful, hectoring air, who stood staring down on Joanna, his right hand upon the silver-hafted dagger in his girdle and tapping at his square chin with the bright steel hook he bore in place of his left hand. And as he stood thus, feet wide apart, tapping at his chin with his glittering hook and looking down on Joanna, she, leaning back against the side of the cave, stared up at him eye to eye.
"So-ho!" quoth he at last. "So you are Captain Jo, eh--Captain Jo of the Brotherhood?"
"And you," said she gently, "you are he that killed my father!"