And if he is outside the wall, seize him, put him on a horse, or into a bag, and bring him to Hreptyoff without stopping. I will give command to have horses disposed at short distances apart, and you will go at a gallop. Only be careful to bring him alive, for we have no business with dead doctors."
A mutter of satisfaction was heard on every side; Lusnia moved his stern mustaches and said,--
"I will bring him surely, and I will not lose him till we come to Hreptyoff."
"Move on!"
"I pray your grace--"
"What more?"
"But if he should die of fright?"
"He will not. Take six men and move."
Lusnia shot away. The others were glad to do something for the lady; they ran to saddle the horses, and in a few "Our Fathers" six men were racing to Kamenyets. After them others took additional horses, to be disposed along the road.
Zagloba, satisfied with himself, returned to the house.
After a while Pan Michael came out of the bedroom, changed, half conscious, indifferent to words of sympathy and consolation. When he had informed Zagloba that Basia was sleeping continually, he dropped on the bench, and gazed with wandering look on the door beyond which she was lying. It seemed to the officers that he was listening; therefore all restrained their breathing, and a perfect stillness settled down in the room.
After a certain time Zagloba went on tiptoe to the little knight.
"Michael," said he, "I have sent to Kamenyets for a doctor; but maybe it is well to send for some one else?"
Volodyovski was collecting his thoughts, and apparently did not understand.
"For a priest," said Zagloba. "Father Kaminski might come by morning."
The little knight closed his eyes, turned toward the fire, his face as pale as a kerchief, and said in a hurried voice,--
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!"
Zagloba inquired no further, but went out and made arrangements. When he returned, Pan Michael was no longer in the room. The officers told Zagloba that the sick woman had called her husband, it was unknown whether in a fever or in her senses.
The old n.o.ble convinced himself soon, by inspection, that it was in a fever.
Basia"s cheeks were bright red; her eyes, though glittering, were dull, as if the pupils had mingled with the white; her pale hands were searching for something before her, with a monotonous motion, on the coverlet. Pan Michael was lying half alive at her feet.
From time to time the sick woman muttered something in a low voice, or uttered uncertain phrases more loudly; among them "Hreptyoff" was repeated most frequently: evidently it seemed to her at times that she was still on the road. That movement of her hands on the coverlet disturbed Zagloba especially, for in its unconscious monotony he saw signs of coming death. He was a man of experience, and many people had died in his presence; but never had his heart been cut with such sorrow as at sight of that flower withering so early.
Understanding that G.o.d alone could save that quenching life, he knelt at the bed and began to pray, and to pray earnestly.
Meanwhile Basia"s breath grew heavier, and changed by degrees to a rattling. Volodyovski sprang up from her feet; Zagloba rose from his knees. Neither said a word to the other; they merely looked into each other"s eyes, and in that look there was terror. It seemed to them that she was dying, but it seemed so only for some moments; soon her breathing was easier and even slower.
Thenceforth they were between fear and hope. The night dragged on slowly. Neither did the officers go to rest; they sat in the room, now looking at the door of the bedroom, now whispering among themselves, now dozing. At intervals a boy came in to throw wood on the fire; and at each movement of the latch they sprang from the bench, thinking that Volodyovski or Zagloba was coming, and they would hear the terrible words, "She is living no longer!"
At last the c.o.c.ks crowed, and she was still struggling with the fever.
Toward morning a fierce rain-storm burst forth; it roared among the beams, howled on the roof; at times the flames quivered in the chimney, casting into the room puffs of smoke and sparks. About daylight Pan Motovidlo stepped out quietly, for he had to go on a reconnoissance. At last day came pale and cloudy, and lighted weary faces.
On the square the usual movement began. In the whistling of the storm were heard the tramp of horses on the planking of the stable, the squeak of the well-sweeps, and the voices of soldiers; but soon a bell sounded,--Father Kaminski had come.
When he entered, wearing his white surplice, the officers fell on their knees. It seemed to all that the solemn moment had come, after which death must follow undoubtedly. The sick woman had not regained consciousness; therefore the priest could not hear her confession. He only gave her extreme unction; then he began to console the little knight, and to persuade him to yield to the will of G.o.d. But there was no effect in that consolation, for no words could reach his pain.
For a whole day death hovered over Basia. Like a spider, which secreted in some gloomy corner of the ceiling crawls out at times to the light, and lets itself down on an unseen web, death seemed at times to come down right there over Basia"s head; and more than once it seemed to those present that his shadow was falling on her forehead, that that bright soul was just opening its wings to fly away out of Hreptyoff, somewhere into endless s.p.a.ce, to the other side of life. Then again death, like a spider, hid away under the ceiling, and hope filled their hearts.
But that was merely a partial and temporary hope, for no one dared to think that Basia would survive the attack. Pan Michael himself had no hope of her recovery; and this pain of his became so great that Zagloba, though suffering severely himself, began to be afraid, and to commend him to the care of the officers.
"For G.o.d"s sake, look after him!" said the old man; "he may plunge a knife into his body."
This did not come, indeed, to Pan Michael"s head; but in that rending sorrow and pain he asked himself continually,--
"How am I to stay behind when she goes? How can I let that dearest love go alone? What will she say when she looks around and does not find me near her?"
Thinking thus, he wished with all the powers of his soul to die with her; for as he could not imagine life for himself on earth without her, in like manner he did not understand that she could be happy in that life without him, and not yearn for him. In the afternoon the ill-omened spider hid again in the ceiling. The flush in Basia"s cheeks was quenched, and the fever decreased to a degree that some consciousness came back to her.
She lay for a time with closed eyes, then, opening them, looked into the face of the little knight, and asked,--
"Michael, am I in Hreptyoff?"
"Yes, my love," answered Volodyovski, closing his teeth.
"And are you really near me?"
"Yes; how do you feel?"
"Ai, well."
It was clear that she herself was not certain that the fever had not brought before her eyes deceptive visions; but from that moment she regained consciousness more and more.
In the evening Lusnia and his men came and shook out of a bag before the fort the doctor of Kamenyets, together with his medicines; he was barely alive. But when he learned that he was not in robber hands, as he thought, but was brought in that fashion to a patient, after a pa.s.sing faintness he went to the rescue at once, especially as Zagloba held before him in one hand a purse filled with coin, in the other a loaded pistol, and said,--
"Here is the fee for life, and there is the fee for death."
That same night, about daybreak, the spider of ill-omen hid away somewhere for good; thereupon the decision of the doctor, "She will be sick a long time, but she will recover," sounded with joyful echo through Hreptyoff. When Pan Michael heard it first, he fell on the floor and broke into such violent sobbing that it seemed as though his bosom would burst. Zagloba grew weak altogether from joy, so that his face was covered with sweat, and he was barely able to exclaim, "A drink!" The officers embraced one another.
On the square the dragoons a.s.sembled again, with the escort and the Cossacks of Pan Motovidlo; it was hardly possible to restrain them from shouting. They wanted absolutely to show their delight in some fashion, and they began to beg for a number of robbers imprisoned in the cellars of Hreptyoff, so as to hang them for the benefit of the lady.
But the little knight refused.
CHAPTER XLIII.
Basia suffered so violently for a week yet, that had it not been for the a.s.surance of the doctor both Pan Michael and Zagloba would have admitted that the flame of her life might expire at any moment. Only at the end of that time did she become notably better; her consciousness returned fully, and though the doctor foresaw that she would lie in bed a month, or a month and a half, still it was certain that she would return to perfect health, and gain her former strength.
Pan Michael during her illness went hardly one step from her pillow; he loved her after these perils still more, if possible, and did not see the world beyond her. At times when he sat near her, when he looked on that face, still thin and emaciated but joyous, and those eyes, into which the old fire was returning each day, he was beset by the wish to laugh, to cry, and to shout from delight:--