"Nay," said I. "What should fright you that do fear nothing?"
"Myself, Martino--I have been--minded to kill you--more than once!"
"Yet do I live."
"And yet do I fear!" said she, with a great sigh.
"And your wound pains you belike?"
"A little, Martino."
"Show me!"
Mutely she suffered me to uncover her arm and unwind the bandages and I saw the tender flesh was very angry and inflamed, whereupon I summoned Resolution from his cooking, who at my desire brought the chest of medicines with water, etc., and set myself to soothe and cherish this painful wound as gently as I might, and though she often blenched for the pain of it she uttered no complaint.
"Do I hurt you overmuch?" I questioned.
"Nay," said she, catching her breath for pain of it, "I am none so tender.
D"ye mind how I burned the boat you had so laboured at?"
"Aye, I do!"
"And how I gave you an evil draught that was agony?"
"Aye, I do so!"
"And how I plagued you--"
"Nay, why remember all this, Joanna?"
"It helpeth me to endure this pain!"
When I had anointed and bound up her wound she must needs praise my skill and vow she was herself again and would be up and about, whereat Resolution reached down to aid her to rise, but this I would by no means suffer, telling her that she must rest and sleep the fever from her blood. At this she scowled, then all of a sudden laughed.
"Why, then, you shall stay and talk with me!"
"Rather shall Resolution mix you a sleeping draught."
"Verily, brother, two have I mixed, but she"ll not take "em!"
"Why, then, being two to one, we must force her to drink," said I.
"Force her to drink, comrade? Force Joannas--G.o.d"s light--!"
"Mix the potion, man, or teach me!" So in the end Resolution did as I bade; then kneeling beside Joanna, I raised her upon my arm and set the pannikin to her lips, whereupon, though she frowned, she presently drank it off meekly enough, to Resolution"s no small wonder and her own, it seemed.
"I grow marvellous obedient!" said she. "And "tis hateful stuff!"
"Now sleep," quoth I. ""Tis life to you--"
"Wouldst have me live, to plague you again, mayhap?" she questioned.
"This is as G.o.d wills!"
"Nay, this is as you will, Martino. Wouldst have me live, indeed?"
Now seeing how she hung upon my answer, beholding the wistful pleading of her look, I nodded.
"Aye, I would indeed!" said I.
"Why, then I will, Martino, I will!" And smiling, she composed herself to slumber and smiling, she presently fell asleep, whereupon Resolution crept stealthily out of the little cave and I after him. Being outside, he turned and suddenly caught and wrung my hand.
"Friend," said he, his grim features relaxing to unwonted smile. "Brother, you are a man--the only man could ha" done it. I thought Death had her sure last night, she all of a fever and crying out for Death to take her."
"She"ll do better out in the air!" said I, glancing about.
"The air, comrade?"
"Aye, I must contrive her a shelter of sorts to her comfort where she may sleep. "Neath yonder tree should serve--"
"She"ll live, Martino, she"ll live and all by reason o" her love for you--the promise you made her--"
"I made no promise, man!"
"Why, "twas good as promise, comrade."
"How so?"
""Wouldst ha" me live," says she, "to plague you again," says she. "Aye, that would I indeed," says you! And what"s that but a promise, Martin?"
"G.o.d forgive you!" quoth I. ""Twas no promise I intended, as you very well know."
"Why, as to that, comrade, how if Joanna think as I think?"
""Twill be vain folly!" quoth I in petulant anger and strode away, leaving him to scowl after me, chin in hand.
Howbeit (and despite my anger) I presently took such tools as we had and set about making a small hut or rather bower, where an invalid might find such privacy as she wished and yet have benefit of the pure, sweet air rather than lie mewed in the stifling heat of the little cave. And presently, as I laboured, to me cometh Resolution full of praise for my handiwork and with proffer of aid. At this I turned to him face to face.
"Did I make Joanna any promise, aye or no?" I demanded.
"Aye, brother. You vowed Joanna must live to plague you, forsooth, how and when and where she would, comrade. In the which a.s.sured hope she lieth even now, sleeping herself to health and strength and all to pleasure you, Martin. And sure, oh, sure you are never one so vile to deceive the poor, sweet soul?"
Now perceiving all his specious sophistry and wilful misunderstanding of the matter, I came nigh choking with anger.
"Liar!" quoth I. "Liar!"
"Peace, brother, peace!" said he. "From any other man this were a fighting word, but as it is, let us reason together, brother! The Lord hath--"
"Enough!" cried I.