She (dolefully): And alas, Adam cometh not!
Myself: Alas, no!
She: And is long overdue.
Myself: He marched on a perilous venture; aye, mighty hazardous and desperate.
She: Indeed, dear Martin, so desperate that I do almost pity the folk of Carthagena.
Myself (wondering): Then you do think he will succeed--will come sailing back one day?
She: Yes, Martin, if he hath to sail the ship back alone.
Myself: And wherefore believe this?
She: I know not, except that he is Adam and none like to him.
Myself: Yet is he only mortal, to be captured or slain one way or another.
How if he cometh never back?
She: Why then, Martin--needs must I forego all thought of England, of home, of the comfortable joys of civilisation, of all laws, and instead of all these cleave to you--my beloved!
Myself: Damaris!
She: Oh, Martin, dear, foolish blunderer to dream you could fright me with tales of hardship, or dangers, or solitude when you were by, to think I must break my heart for home and England when you are both to me. England or home without you were a desert; with you the desert shall be my England, my home all my days, if G.o.d so will it.
Myself: Oh, loved woman, my brave, sweet Joan! And the laws--what of the laws?
She: G.o.d shall be our law, shall give us some sign.
Myself: Joan--come to me!
She (faintly): No! Ah, no!
Myself: Come!
She: Very well, Martin.
In a little I heard her light step, slow and something hesitant, and then she stood before me in her loveliness, wrapped about in my travel-stained boat-cloak; so came she to sink beside me on her knees.
"I am here, Martin," said she, "since I am yours and because I know my will, thine also. For sure am I that Adam will yet come and with him cometh law and England and all else; shall we not rest then for G.o.d"s sign, be it soon or a little late, and I honour thee the more hereafter. If this indeed be foolish scruple to your mind, dear Martin, I am here; but if for this you shall one day reverence your wife the more--beloved, let me go!"
"Indeed--indeed, sign or no sign, thus do I love thee!" said I, and loosed her. And now, as she rose from my reluctant arms, even then, soft and faint with distance but plain and unmistakable came the boom of a gun.
CHAPTER x.x.xV
THE COMING OF ADAM AND OF OUR GREAT JOY THEREIN
The moon was paling to daybreak as, having climbed that rocky stair I have mentioned, we came upon the cliff and stood, hands tight-clasped, where we might behold the infinity of waters; and after some while, looming phantom-like upon the dawn, we descried the lofty sails of a great ship standing in towards the land and growing ever more distinct. And as we watched, and never a word, her towering canvas flushed rosy with coming day, a changing colour that grew ever brighter until it glowed all glorious, and up rose the sun.
Suddenly, as we watched the proud oncoming of this ship of glory, my lady uttered a little, soft cry and nestled to me.
"The sign, Martin!" cried she, "G.o.d hath sent us the sign, beloved; see what she beareth at the main!" And there, sure enough, stirring languid upon the gentle air was the Cross of St. George. And beholding this thing (that was no more than shred of bunting) and in these hostile seas, ship and sea swam upon my vision, and bowing my head lest my beloved behold this weakness, felt her warm lips on mine.
"Dear Martin," said she, "hide not your tears from me, for yonder is England, a n.o.ble future--home, at last."
"Home?" said I, "Aye, home and peace at last and, best of all--you!" Thus stood we, clean forgetting this great ship in each other until, roused by the thunder of another gun, we started and turned to see the ship so near that we could distinguish the glint of armour on her decks here and there, and presently up to us rose a cheer (though faint) and we saw them make a waft with the ensign, so that it seemed they had discovered us where we stood. Hereupon, seeing the ship already going about to fetch into the harbour, we descended the cliff and, reaching the sands below, stood there until the vessel hove into view round the headland that was like unto a lion"s head, and, furling upper and lower courses, let go her anchor and brought up in fashion very seamanlike, and she indeed a great and n.o.ble vessel from whose lofty decks rose l.u.s.ty shouts of welcome, drowned all at once in the silvery fanfare of trumpets and a prodigious rolling of drums.
Presently, to this merry clamour, a boat was lowered and pulled towards us, and surely never was seen a wilder, more ragged company than this that manned her. In the stem-sheets sat Adam, one hand upon the tiller, the other slung about him by a scarf, his harness rusty and dinted, but his eyes very bright beneath the pent of his weather-beaten hat. Scarce had the boat touched sh.o.r.e than his legs (dight in prodigiously long Spanish boots) were over the side and he came wading ash.o.r.e, first of any.
"Praise G.o.d!" said he, halting suddenly to flourish off his battered hat and glance from one to other of us with his old, whimsical look. "Praise G.o.d I do see again two souls, the most wilful and unruly in all this world, yet here stand ye that should be most thoroughly dead (what with the peril consequent upon wilfulness) but for a most especial Providence--there stand ye fuller of life and the joy o" living than ever."
"And you, Adam," reaching her hands to him in welcome, "you that must march "gainst a mighty city with men so few! Death surely hath been very nigh you also, yet here are you come back to us unscathed save for your arm; surely G.o.d hath been to us infinitely kind and good!"
"Amen!" said Adam and stooping, raised these slender hands to his lips.
"Howbeit, my Lady Wilfulness," quoth he, shaking his head, "I vow you ha"
caused me more carking care than any unhanged pirate or Spaniard on the Main! You that must bide here all alone, contemning alike my prayers and commands, nor suffering any to stay for your comfort and protection and all for sake of this hare-brained, most obstinate comrade o" mine, that must go running his poor sconce into a thousand dangers (which was bad) and upsetting all my schemes and calculations (which was worse, mark you!) and all to chase a will-o"-the-wisp, a mare"s nest, a--oh, Lord love you, Martin--!" And so we clasped hands.
In a little, my dear lady betwixt us, and Adam discoursing of his adventures and particularly of his men"s resolution, endurance and discipline, we got us aboard the _Deliverance_ which the men were already stripping of such stores as remained, filling the air with cheery shouts, and yo-ho-ing as they hove at this or hauled at that. Climbing to the quarter-deck we came at last to the great cabin, where Adam was pleased to commend the means I had taken to our defence, though more than once I noticed his quick glance flash here and there as if seeking somewhat. At last, my lady having left us awhile, he turns his sharp eyes on me:
"Comrade, how goeth vengeance nowadays?" he questioned. "What of Sir Richard, your enemy?"
"Dead; Adam!"
"Aha!" said he, pinching his chin and eyeing me askance, "was it steel or did ye shoot him, comrade?"
"G.o.d forgive you for saying such thing, Adam!" quoth I, scowling into his lean, brown face.
"Aha," said he again, and viewing me with his furtive leer. "Do ye regret his murder then, Martin?"
"Aye, I do from my heart--now and always!"
"Hum!" said he, seating himself on my tumbled bed and glancing whimsically at me, "Martin," quoth he, "friend--brother--you that talked b.l.o.o.d.y murder and h.e.l.l-fire with a heart inside you clean and gentle as a child"s, thou"rt plaguey fool to think thy friend Adam be such fool as not to know thee better. Hark"ee now, here"s your fashion: If you found the enemy you sought so long and him in a Spanish prison, first you cursed, then you comforted, then eased his pains, watched your chance, throttled your gaoler and away to freedom, bearing your enemy along wi" you--is"t not something the way of it--come?"
"Truly, Adam!" said I, all amazed, "though how you chance to know this--"
"Tush!" said he. ""Tis writ plain all over thee, Martin, and yonder cometh our lady, as peerless a maid as ever blessed man"s sight--for all of the which I do love thee, Martin. Come, now, I will take ye aboard the prize and hey for England--this night we sail!" So we joined my lady and coming down to the boat were presently rowed to the Spanish ship, a great vessel, her towering stem brave with gilding and her ma.s.sy timbers enriched by all manner of carved work.
"She had a name well-nigh long as herself, Martin," said Adam, "but G.o.dby christened her _The Joyous Hope_ instead, which shall serve well enough."
So we came beneath her high, curving side, where leaned familiar figures--lean, bronzed fellows who welcomed us with cheer that waked many an echo. Upon the quarter-deck was Penruddock the surgeon, who bustled forward to greet us himself as loquacious as ever and very loud in praise of the cure he had once wrought in me; and here, too, was G.o.dby, to make a leg to my lady and grasp my hand.
"Why, Mart"n--why, pal, here"s j"y, scorch me wi" a port-fire else!" quoth he, then, hearing a hail from the beach, rolled away to look to his many duties.
"She"s good enough vessel--to look at, Martin," said Adam, bringing us into the panelled splendour of the coach or roundhouse; "aye, she"s roomy and handsome enough and rich-laden, though something heavy on her helm; of guns fifty and nine and well-found in all things save clothes, hence my scurvy rags; but we"ll better "em when our stores come aboard."
And now, my lady being retired; he showed me over this great galleon, so ma.s.sy built for all her gilding and carved finery, and so stout-timbered as made her well-nigh shot-proof.