"Though she were in Genoa itself, I would deliver her or die."
"You will probably die, O Englishman, before you receive her answer; and that will be a pity--yes, a great pity. But you are free to go, you and your company--all but your son here, this King of Corsica that is to be, whom I keep as hostage, with his crown. Eh? Is this not a good bargain I offer you?"
"Be it good or bad, Princess," my father answered, "to make a bargain takes two."
"That is true," said I, stepping forward with a laugh, and thrusting myself between the Corsicans, who had begun to press around with decided menace in their looks. "And therefore the Princess will accept me as the other party to the bargain, and as her hostage."
Again at the sound of my laugh she shrunk a little; but presently frowned.
"Have you considered, cavalier," she asked coldly, "that Giuseppe is not certain of recovery?"
"Still less certain is my friend," answered I, and with a shrug of the shoulders walked away to Nat"s sick-couch. There, twenty minutes later, my father took leave of me, after giving some last instructions for the care of the invalid. In one hand he carried his musket, in the other his camp-stool.
"Say the word even now, lad," he offered, "and we will abide till he recovers."
But I shook my head.
Billy Priske carried an enormous wine-skin slung across his shoulders; Mr. Fett a sack of provender. Mr. Badc.o.c.k had begged or borrowed or purchased an enormous gridiron.
"But what is that for? I asked him, as we shook hands.
"For cooking the wild goose," he answered solemnly, "which in these parts, as I am given to understand, is an animal they call the _m.u.f.flone_. He partakes in some degree of the nature of a sheep.
He will find me his match, sir."
One by one, a little before the sun sank, they bade me farewell and pa.s.sed--free men--down the path that dipped into the pine forest.
On the edge of the dip each man turned and waved a hand to me.
The princess, with Marc"antonio beside her, stood and watched them as they pa.s.sed out of sight.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE FOREST HUT.
"Then hooly, hooly rase she up, And hooly she came nigh him, And when she drew the curtain by-- "Young man, I think you"re dyin".""
_Barbara Allan"s Cruelty_.
Evening fell, of a sudden filling the great hollow with purple shadows. As the stars came out the Corsicans on the slope to my left lit a fire of brushwood and busied themselves around it, cooking their supper. They were no ordinary bandits, then; or at least had no fear to betray their whereabouts, since on the landward side on so clear a night the glow would be visible for many miles.
I watched them at their preparations. Their dark figures moved between me and the flames as they set up a tall tripod of pine poles and hung their cauldron from the centre of it, upon a brandice.
The princess had withdrawn to her cave and did not reappear until Stephanu, who seemed to be head-cook, announced that supper was ready, whereupon she came and took her seat with the rest in a ring around the fire. Marc"antonio brought me my share of seethed kid"s flesh with a capful of chestnuts roasted in the embers; a flask of wine too, and a small pail of goat"s milk with a pannikin, for Nat.
The fare might not be palatable, but plainly they did not intend us to starve.
Marc"antonio made no answer when I thanked him, but returned to his seat in the ring, where from the beginning of the meal--as at a signal--his companions had engaged in a furious and general dispute.
So at least it sounded, and so shrill at times were their contending voices, and so fierce their gesticulations, that for some minutes I fully expected to see them turn to other business the knives with which they attacked their meal.
The Princess sat listening, speaking very seldom. Once only in a general hush the firelight showed me that her lips were moving, and I caught the low tone of her voice, but not the words. Not once did she look in my direction, and yet I guessed that she was speaking of me: for the words "ostagiu," "Inglese," and the name "Giuseppe" or "Griuse"--of the man I had shot--had recurred over and over in their jabber, and recurred when she ceased and it broke forth again.
It had lasted maybe for half an hour when at a signal from Marc"antonio (whom I took to be the Princess"s lieutenant or spokesman in these matters, and to whom she turned oftener than to any of the others, except perhaps Stephanu) two or three picked up their muskets, looked to their priming, and walked off into the darkness. By-and-by came in the sentinels they had relieved, and these in turn were helped by Stephanu to supper from the cauldron.
I watched, half-expecting the dispute to start afresh, but the others appeared to have taken their fill of it with their food; and soon, each man, drawing his blanket over his head, lay back and stretched themselves to sleep. The newcomers, having satisfied their hunger, did likewise. Stephanu gave the great pot a stir, unhitched it from the brandice, and bore it away, leaving the Princess and Marc"antonio the only two wakeful ones beside the fire.
They sat so long without speaking, the Princess with knees drawn up, hands clasping them, and eyes bent on the embers into which (for the Corsican nights are chilly) Marc"antonio now and again cast a fresh brand--that in time my own eyes began to grow heavy. They were smarting, too, from the smoke of the burnt wood. Nat had fallen into a troubled sleep, in which now and again he moaned: and always at the sound I roused myself to ease his posture or give him to drink from the pannikin; but, for the rest, I dozed, and must have dozed for hours.
I started up wide awake at the sound of a footstep beside me, and sat erect, blinking against the rays of a lantern held close to my eyes.
The Princess held it, and at Nat"s head and feet stood Marc"antonio and Stephanu, in the act of lifting his litter. She motioned that I should stand up and follow. Marc"antonio and Stephanu fell into file behind us. Each carried a gun in a sling.
"I will hold the light where the path is difficult," she said quietly; "but keep a watch upon your feet. In an hour"s time we shall have plenty of light."
I looked and saw the sickle of the waning moon suspended over the gulf. It shot but the feeblest glimmer along the edges of the granite pinnacles, none upon the black ma.s.ses of the pine-tops.
But around it the darkness held a faint violet glow, and I knew that day must be climbing close on its heels.
There was no promise of day, however, along the track into which we plunged--the track by which my comrades had descended to cross the valley. It dived down the mountain-side through a tunnel of pines, and in places the winter streams, now dry, had channelled it and broken it up with land-slides.
"You do not ask where I am leading you," she said, holding her lantern for me at one of these awkward places.
"I am your hostage, Princess," I answered, without looking at her, my eyes being busy just then in discovering good foothold. "You must do with me what you will."
"_If I could! Ah, if I could!_"
She said it hard and low, with clenched teeth, almost hissing the words. I stared at her, amazed. No sign of anger had she shown until this moment. What cause indeed had she to be angered? In what way had my words offended? Yet angry she was, trembling with such a gust of wrath that the lantern shook in her hand.
Before I could master my surprise, she had mastered herself: and, turning, resumed her way. For the next twenty minutes we descended in silence, while the dawn, breaking above the roofed pines, filtered down to us and filled the s.p.a.ces between their trunks with a brownish haze. By-and-by, when the slope grew easier and flattened itself out to form the bottom of the basin, these pines gave place to a chestnut wood, and the carpet of slippery needles to a tangled undergrowth taller than a very tall man: and here, in a clearing beside the track, we came on a small hut with a ruinous palisade beside it, fencing off a pen or courtyard of good size--some forty feet square, maybe.
The Princess halted, and I halted a few paces from her, studying the hut. It was built of pine-logs sawn lengthwise in half and set together with their untrimmed bark turned outwards: but the most of their bark had peeled away with age. It had two square holes for windows, and a doorway, but no door. Its shingle roof had buckled this way and that with the rains, and had taken on a tinge of grey which the dawn touched to softest silver. Lines of more brilliant silver criss-crossed it, and these were the tracks of snails.
"O King of Corsica"--she turned to me--"behold your palace!"
Her eyes were watching me, but in what expectation I could not tell.
I stepped carelessly to the doorway and took a glance around the interior.
"It might be worse; and I thank you, Princess."
"Ajo, Marc"antonio! Since the stranger approves of it so far, go carry his friend within."
"Your pardon, Princess," I interposed; "the place is something too dirty to house a sick man, and until it be cleaned my friend will do better in the fresh air."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Your subjects, O King, have left it in this mess, and they will help you very little to improve it."
I walked over to the palisade and looked across it upon an unsightly area foul with dried dung and the trampling of pigs. For weeks, if not months, it must have lain uninhabited, but it smelt potently even yet.
"My subjects, Princess?"
"With Giuse lying sick, the hogs roam without a keeper: and my people have chosen you in his room." She paused, and I felt, rather than saw, that both the men were eyeing me intently. I guessed then that she was putting on me a meditated insult; to the Corsican mind, doubtless a deep one.
"So I am to keep your hogs, Princess?" said I, with a deliberate air.
"Well, I am your hostage."