Now at this I rose and would have taken her hands but she s.n.a.t.c.hed them behind her, and now I wondered at her deathly pallor,--her very lips were pale and set.
"Joanna," I stammered, "do you mean--am I--"
"Go!"
"Nay, first hear me say that wheresoever I go needs must I--"
"Respect me!" cried she with a strange, wild laugh. "Oh, begone!"
"Joanna," said I, "for any harsh word I have spoke you in the past, for any pain you have suffered because of me, I do most surely grieve and would most humbly crave your forgiveness and for this generous act I--I--"
"Respect me?" said she in a small voice. "Ah, cannot you see--how you--hurt me?" And now all suddenly I did strange thing for, scarce knowing what I did, I caught her in my arms and kissed her hair, her eyes, her cold lips and then, half ashamed, turned to leave her.
"Stay!" said she, but I never heeded. "Martino!" she called, but I never paused; and then, being come to the mouth of the cave, I heard the quick, light sound of her feet behind me and as I stepped into the moonlight felt two arms that swung me aside, saw Joanna leap before me as the night-silence was split by a ringing, deafening roar; and then I had her in my arms and she, smiling up at me with blood upon her lips, hid her face in my breast. "Here in thine arms do I lie for the third time--and last, Martino!" she sighed, and so Resolution found us.
"What!" he gasped. "Oh, G.o.d! What--?"
"Some one has shot Joanna!"
"Aye, Martin, "twas I!" and I saw the pistol yet smoking in his hand--"I shot her thinking "twas you--Oh, G.o.d!"
"Nay, Resolution," said Joanna, opening her eyes. "You did very right--"twas only that I--being a woman--changed my mind--at the last.
"Twas I bid him--kill you, Martino--if you came forth, but I--I dreamed you--you would not leave me. Nay, let be, Resolution, I"m a-dying--yes!"
"Ah, forbid it, G.o.d--Oh, G.o.d of Mercies, spare her!" he cried, his hands and eyes uplift to the radiant, starry heavens.
"Nay, grieve not, Resolution--dear friend!" she murmured painfully. "For oh, "tis--a good thing to die--by your hand and with--such reason! Martino, when--you shall wed your Joan--Damaris, say I--gave you to her with--my life because I loved you--better than life--and Death had--no fears. I go back to life--a better life--where I shall find you one day, Martino, and learn what--happiness is like--mayhap. Resolution," she whispered, "when I--am dead, do not let me lie a poor, pale thing to grieve over--bury me--bury me so soon as I--am dead. Dig me a grave--above the tide! Promise this!"
"I promise!"
"Now kiss me--you were ever true and kind--kiss me? And you, Martino, wilt kiss me--not in grat.i.tude--this last time?" And so I kissed her and thereafter she lay silent awhile, looking up at me great-eyed.
"Somewhere," she whispered, "some day--we shall--meet again, beloved--but now is--farewell. Oh, "tis coming--"tis coming, Martino!" And then in stronger voice, "Oh, Death!" she cried. "Oh, welcome Death--I do not fear thee! Lift me, Martino--lift me--let me die--upon my feet!"
Very tenderly we lifted her betwixt us and then suddenly with a soft, murmurous cry, she lifted her arms to the glory of the wide firmament above us and with shuddering sigh let them slowly fall, and with this sigh the strange, wild soul of her sped away back to the Infinite whence it had come.
And now Resolution, on his knees beside this slender form that lay so mute and still, broke out into great and awful sobs that were an agony to hear.
"Dead!" he gasped. "Oh, G.o.d--dead! And by my hand! I that loved her all her days--that would ha" died for her--Oh, smite me, merciful G.o.d--cast forth Thy lightnings--shoot forth Thine arrows and consume me an Thou be merciful indeed." All at once he arose and hasting away on stumbling feet, presently came back again, bearing spade and mattock.
"Come, friend," said he in strange, piping tones. "Come now, let us dig grave and bury her, according to my promise. Come, brother!" Now looking on him as he stood all bowed and shaking, I saw that he was suddenly become an old man; his twisted frame seemed shrunken, while spade and mattock shook and rattled in his palsied hands. "Come, lad, come!" cried he querulously.
"Why d"ye gape--bring along the body; "tis nought else! Ah, G.o.d, how still now, she that was so full o" life! Bring her along to high water-mark and tenderly, friend, ah, tenderly, up wi" her to your heart!" So I did as he bade and followed Resolution"s bowed and limping form till he paused well above where any sea might break and hard beside a great rock.
"She"ll lie snug here, friend," quoth he, "snug against howling wind and raging tempest!" So together we dug the grave deep within that shelving, golden sand, and laying her tenderly therein, knelt together while the moon sank and shadows lengthened; and when Resolution had recited the prayers for the dead, he broke into a pa.s.sion of prayer for himself, which done we rose and plied spade and mattock in silence; nor would Resolution pause or stay until we had raised mound sufficiently high to please him. When at last all was completed to his satisfaction, he dropped his spade and wiping sweat from him seated himself beside the grave, patting the mound very tenderly with his open palm.
"The moon is wondrous bright, friend," said he, staring up at it, "but so have I seen it many a night; but mark this, never in all our days shall we see again the like o" her that sleeps, Martino, that sleeps--below here!"
And here he falls to soft mutterings and to patting that small mound of sand again.
"Come!" said I at last, touching his bowed shoulder. "Come!"
"Where away, _camarado_?" he questioned, looking up at me vacantly. "Nay, I"m best here--mayhap she"ll be lonesome-like at first, so I"ll bide here, lad, I"ll bide here a while. Go your ways, brother, and leave old Resolution to pray a little, aye--and, mayhap weep a little, if G.o.d be kind."
So in the end I turned, miserably enough, and left him crouched there, his head bowed upon his breast. And in my mind was horror and grief and something beside these that filled me with a great wonder. Reaching the cave, I saw the sand there all trampled and stained with the blood she had shed to save mine own, and hard beside these, the print of her slender foot. And gazing thus, I was of a sudden blinded by scorching tears, and sinking upon my knees I wept as never before in all my days. And then sprang suddenly to my feet as, loud upon the air, rang out a shot that seemed to echo and re-echo in my brain ere, turning, I began to run back whence I had come.
And so I found Resolution face down across the mound that marked Joanna"s grave, his arms clasped about it and on his dead face the marks of many tears.
CHAPTER XX
I GO TO SEEK MY VENGEANCE
Next day, just as the sun rose, I buried Resolution "twixt Joanna and the sea, yet over him I raised no mound, since I judged he would have it so.
Thereafter I ate and drank and stored the boat with such things as I needed for my voyage and particularly with good supply of fruits. And now, though the wind and tide both served me, I yet lingered, for it seemed that the spirit of Joanna still tarried hereabouts. Moved by sudden desire, I began searching among the tumbled boulders that lay here and there and presently finding one to my purpose, urged it down the sloping beach and with infinite pains and labour contrived at last to set it up at the head of Joanna"s resting-place. Then, taking hammer and chisel, I fell to work upon it, heedless of sun-glare, of thirst, fatigue or the lapse of time, staying not till my work was complete, and this no more than two words cut deep within the enduring stone; these:
JOANNA
VNFEARING
And now at last, the tide being on the turn, I unmoored the boat, and thrusting her off, clambered aboard and betook me to the oars, and ever as I rowed I kept my gaze upon that small, solitary heap of sand until it grew all blurred upon my sight. Having presently made sufficient headway, I unshipped oars and hoisting my sail, stood out into the immeasurable deep but with my eyes straining towards that stretch of golden sand where lay all that was mortal of Joanna.
And with my gaze thus fixed, I must needs wonder what was become of the fiery, pa.s.sionate spirit of her, that tameless soul that was one with the winds and stars and ocean, even as Resolution had said. And thus I presently fell a-praying and my cheek wet with tears that I thought no shame. When I looked up, I saw that the narrow strip of beach was no longer in sight; Joanna had verily gone out of my life and was but a memory.
All afternoon I held on before a fair wind so that as the sun sank I saw the three islands no more than a faint speck on the horizon; wherefore, knowing I should see them no more in this life, I uncovered my head, and thus it was indeed I saw Joanna"s resting-place for the last time.
And now as the sun slipped westward and vanished in glory, even now as night fell, I had a strange feeling that her spirit was all about me, tender and strong and protecting, and herein, as the darkness gathered, I found great comfort and was much strengthened in the desperate venture I was about.
Having close-reefed my sail and lashed the tiller, I rolled myself in a boat-cloak and, nothing fearing, presently fell asleep and dreamed Joanna sat above me at the helm, stooping to cover me from the weather as she had done once before.
Waking next morning to a glory of sun, I ate and drank (albeit sparingly) and fell to studying Adam"s chart, whereby I saw I must steer due southwesterly and that by his calculation I should reach the mainland in some five or six days. Suffice it that instead of five days it was not until the tenth day (my water being nigh exhausted and I mightily downcast that I had sailed out of my proper course) that I discovered to my inexpressible joy a faint, blue haze bearing westerly that I knew must be the Main. And now the wind fell so that it was not until the following morning that I steered into a little, green bay where trees grew to the very water"s edge and so dense that, unstepping my mast, I began paddling along this green barrier, looking for some likely opening, and thus presently came on a narrow cleft "mid the green where ran a small creek roofed in with branches, vines and twining boughs, into which I urged my boat forthwith (and no little to-do) and pa.s.sed immediately from the hot glare of sun into the cool shade of trees and tangled thickets. Having forced myself a pa.s.sage so far as I might by reason of these leafy tangles, my next thought was to select such things as I should need and this took me some time, I deeming so many things essential since I knew not how far I might have to tramp through an unknown country, nor in what direction Nombre de Dios lay. But in the end I narrowed down my necessities to the following, viz:
A compa.s.s A perspective-gla.s.s A sword Two pistols A gun with powder-horn and shot for same A light hatchet A tinder-box and store of buccaned meat.
And now, having belted on sword and pistols and wrapping the other things in one of the boat-cloaks, I strapped the unwieldy bundle to my shoulders and taking up the gun, scrambled ash.o.r.e, and having found my bearing, set off due southwesterly.
Hour after hour I struggled on, often having to hew myself a pa.s.sage with my axe, until towards evening I came out upon a broad ride or thoroughfare amid the green, the which greatly heartened me, since here was evidence of man"s handiwork and must soon or late bring me to some town or village; forthwith, my weariness forgotten, I set off along this track, my face set ever westwards; but presently my vaunting hopes were dashed to find the track could be very little used nowadays, since here and there great trees had fallen and lay athwart my going, and presently the way itself narrowed to a mere path and this crossed here and there by hanging vines which was sure proof that few, if any, had pa.s.sed this way these many months, mayhap years. Hereupon I stopped to lean despondent on my gun and looked about me; and with dejection of mind came weariness of body and seeing night was at hand, I determined to go no farther and turned in among the trees, minded to sleep here, though the place was wild and forbidding enough.
I had just loosed off my heavy pack when the pervading stillness was broken by a wailing cry, so sudden, so shrill and evil to hear that my flesh crept and I huddled against a tree, peering into the deepening shadows that had begun to hem me in. At first I judged this some wild beast and reached for my musket; then, as the sound rose again, I knew this for human cry, for I heard these words:
"Mercy, senors, mercy for the love o" G.o.d!"
Hereupon I began to run towards whence came this dismal outcry and presently espied the glow of a fire, and creeping thither discovered four men grouped about a fifth and him fast bound to a tree, and this poor wretch they were torturing with a ramrod heated in the fire; even as I watched he writhed and screamed for the intolerable pain of it. Staying for no more, I burst upon them and levelling my piece at the chief tormentor, pulled the trigger, whereupon was no more than a flash of the flint; it seemed that in my hurry to begone I had forgotten to load it. Howbeit, loaded or not, it served me well enough, for, swinging it by the barrel, I was upon them or ever they were aware and smote down two of the rogues, whereupon their comrades betook them to their heels with the utmost precipitation. I therefore proceeded to cut the sufferer loose who, sinking to the earth, lay there, muttering and groaning.
"Are ye much hurt?" I questioned, stooping above him: whereupon he spat forth a string of curses by which I judged him English and very far from dying as I had feared. I now found myself master of four very good guns, a sword, a steel headpiece, two cloaks and other furniture, with food a-plenty and three flasks of wine. I was yet examining these and watching against the return of their late owners when, hearing a sound, I saw the late poor captive bending above the two men I had felled.
"Are they dead?" I questioned.