"Bailiff!" cried Bertha, warmly, "I order you, in the name of the Count of Plouernel, my brother, to renounce the seizure which you have effected. I order you to set at liberty the poacher whom you arrested!"
Aware of the recent arrival of Mademoiselle Plouernel at the manor of Mezlean, and seeing her accompanied by an equerry in the Count"s livery, the bailiff did not question the young lady"s ident.i.ty. Respectfully bowing before her he answered:
"Mademoiselle"s orders shall be executed."
"And you are the usher?" added Mademoiselle Plouernel, addressing the man of the fisc. "You also are to make a seizure against a poor family of peasants?"
"Yes, mademoiselle--"
"You shall relinquish your pursuit. How much is due you?"
"_Item_, three francs; _item_, sixty-seven francs; _item_, seven francs, eight sous and six deniers; _item_, two hundred--I can state each item with costs and accessories."
"Enough! Du Buisson, pay this man," said Bertha to her equerry, pa.s.sing to him a purse which she took from her pocket.
And turning again to the usher:
"Having received the money, you shall discontinue your pursuit of these people."
"Certainly, mademoiselle, and I shall immediately notify the sergeant who is charged to exercise the military constraint that I no longer need his services, and that he can return to his quarters with his soldiers."
Judging Mademoiselle Plouernel"s generous nature by these first evidences, and anxious to ingratiate himself with his master"s sister by seeming also to take an interest in the peasants, the bailiff put in:
"I feel bound to inform mademoiselle, in all justice, the va.s.sals of monseigneur are not wholly to blame in the matter of the scuffle with the soldiers of the Crown Regiment. The reason of the trouble was a joviality of the sergeant"s, who wished forcibly to embrace the bride.
His joviality was altogether foreign to his office."
"Oh! These men of war--they always take themselves to be in a conquered country," observed Mademoiselle Plouernel bitterly.
And addressing the bailiff:
"Go and fetch me the sergeant--I wish to speak to him;--instantly!"
The bailiff departed to execute the order. A group of women and children, witnesses of the scene, and as touched as they were surprised by the generosity of Mademoiselle Plouernel--alas! the seigneurs and their families usually showed themselves harsh and contemptful towards the poor--showered blessings upon the young lady; they surrounded her horse; and, in the effusiveness of their grat.i.tude, asked her the favor of allowing them to kiss her hands. Moved to tears by the att.i.tude of the good people, Bertha answered them by pointing to the little girl who had performed the role of the "eglantine bud" at the nuptial ceremonies, and saying:
"Bring yonder little girl to me."
And leaning forward on her saddle and stretching out her arms to receive the child, she added:
"In embracing this child, I am embracing you all, my dear women."
The radiant mother raised her little girl up in her hands. Bertha took her, placed her on her pommel, and tenderly kissed the child"s rosy cheeks. Charmed by these caresses, the child threw her arms around the neck of Mademoiselle Plouernel, who responded to the affectionate familiarity by embracing the child again, and again.
Bertha then turned to her equerry:
"Is there any money left in my purse?"
"Yes, mademoiselle, there are seven louis left."
Bertha took the purse, and putting it in the hands of the little girl, said: "Take this, dear child; the gift will alleviate the misery of your parents. Give them this purse."
Giving the child a parting kiss, Mademoiselle Plouernel returned her to her mother, who, breaking into tears, knelt down upon the ground, and clasping her hands, cried:
"Oh, our demoiselle! Blessings upon you! We shall ever love you!"
"Yes, yes; blessings upon you, our demoiselle! We shall ever love you!
Blessings upon you!" repeated and re-echoed a large number of women, their voices tremulous with admiration at the scene they had just witnessed.
Little by little, and from mouth to mouth, the report of Mademoiselle Plouernel"s magnanimity, and the charitable orders that she issued to the bailiff, spread among the peasants. Many of these, having joined their wives and children, stood in a circle around the young lady as the bailiff returned, followed by Sergeant La Montagne, who was pale with rage. The man"s insolent brutality did not seem to be ready to bend before the rank of Mademoiselle Plouernel. No sooner had he arrived in her presence than he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed:
"By G.o.d"s death, mademoiselle, I am neither a bailiff nor an usher! I am a sergeant in the Crown Regiment. I receive orders from my colonel only.
Several of the rustics have dared to lay hands upon me, and to disarm me! They are now in the hands of my soldiers, who will take them to Vannes. If you love pretty sights, mademoiselle, I shall afford you the pleasure of seeing the brigands hang by the neck. It is the will of Sergeant La Montagne that those rustics be hanged!"
Among the "brigands" whom the sergeant destined for the gallows, and whom his soldiers held prisoner a little distance from where Mademoiselle Plouernel was looking down from her horse upon La Montagne, but too far away to be seen by her, were Nominoe, Salaun and Madok the miller. Shocked at the swash-buckler"s words, the young lady sat up erect in her saddle, haughty, angry, threatening, and her eyes sparkling with so much indignation that, despite his brazenness, the sergeant lowered his gaze.
"Listen well to me," said Mademoiselle Plouernel incisively. "Your colonel, the Marquis of Chateauvieux, is now stopping at the Castle of Plouernel, with my brother. Your colonel is a man of honor. He will not tolerate the insulting of women by his soldiers, as you had the impudence to do a short time ago."
"Mademoiselle," stammered the sergeant upon learning that his colonel was the guest of Mademoiselle Plouernel"s brother, "I was only joking with the peasant girl."
"You lie!" replied Mademoiselle Plouernel with severity. "You profited by the fear that your soldiers inspire in these good people to outrage the bride of this wedding. Remember this well--I shall send this very day one of my men to the Castle of Plouernel with a letter to your colonel; I shall inform him of your unworthy conduct, and shall request him to punish the same as it deserves to be. He will not deny me that satisfaction."
"Oh! Mademoiselle will surely not seek to bring misfortune upon the head of an old soldier!" pleaded the sergeant, frightened at the threat.
"These rustics tried to disarm me!"
"They were in the right to avenge the outrage! Set them free--repair your fault. Only upon that condition shall I consent not to demand your punishment at the hands of the Marquis of Chateauvieux."
La Montagne bit his moustache with repressed rage. It wounded his pride and his covetousness to free the prisoners who had disarmed him, and from whom he reckoned upon a ransom, before having them hanged.
Moreover, he knew from a thousand precedents that he had nothing to fear from his colonel, who was utterly indifferent, as so many other seigneurs, heads of regiments, to the acts of violence committed by their soldiers upon bourgeois and peasants. But the sergeant also knew that the Marquis of Chateauvieux was a great gallant. It was impossible that he should refuse to punish an inferior officer if requested to do so by so beautiful a woman and one of such high rank as Mademoiselle Plouernel. These reflections caused the sergeant to raise his hat, and, bowing respectfully before Bertha, he said:
"I shall obey the orders of mademoiselle. I shall liberate the peasants."
The sergeant again bowed respectfully before Mademoiselle Plouernel, and said to himself in an undertone:
"Breton brigands! You are about to triumph over my humiliation--but patience! I shall yet be revenged! Each one shall have his turn."
La Montagne returned to the detachment which held Salaun, his son and Madok the miller prisoners, along with several others. When the scuffle with the soldiers began, Nominoe jumped off his horse, and leaving Tina in charge of his uncle, had disarmed one of the soldiers. Afterwards, seeing the struggle ended, he took his father"s advice, and allowed himself to be pinioned. A short while after, the name of Mademoiselle Plouernel and the benedictions showered upon her by the peasants reached his ears. Nominoe grew pale; he rose on the tips of his toes and saw Bertha at a distance on horseback. His eyes filled with tears--soon his head drooped, and growing ever paler he stood as one petrified. From this spell he was awakened by the voice of a soldier, who said to him:
"I am going to untie you--you are free--go to the devil!"
"G.o.d be praised! You are given back to us!" murmured Tina, hardly able to restrain her joy and stepping toward her husband. "Oh! I feel reborn!
A minute ago I thought I would die!"
"My son, mount your horse, take your wife on the crupper, and let us depart! We have escaped a double danger," said Salaun, who was just set free, and who led by the bridle both his own mount and Nominoe"s. But Nominoe, instead of obeying his father, fixed upon Tina a look of utter distress, and cried in heartrending accents:
"Adieu! Adieu to you all! Never will you see me again!"
With these words Nominoe leaped upon his horse with a bound, turned its head in the opposite direction, and, belaboring its flanks with his spurs, dashed up the bank at a gallop. He cleared the hedge, reached the skirt of the forest of Mezlean with mad rapidity, and disappeared within the wood.