"What do I want?" the fellow repeated with a broad smile. "Now that"s good! Perhaps it would be more to the point to ask what do you want?
And here," indicating a loaf and jug in his hand, "I"ve got them, though why the commandant should have cared, and ordered them brought--"
"He did?" said the prisoner, with a flash of quick surprise. "Well, I"m not hungry, but you can leave them."
"Not hungry?" And the soldier, who seemed a little the worse for liquor, but more friendly in consequence, walked in. "I don"t wonder, though," he went on, closing the door, hanging his lantern above and placing the jug on the ground; "in such a foul hole! What you need, comrade, is company, and," touching significantly his breast, "something warmer than flows from the spring of St. Aubert."
"I tell you," began the mountebank, when the soldier, staring, got a fair look at the other for the first time and started back.
"Eh? What"s this?"
"Oh, I took them off! You don"t suppose I"d sleep in my white clothes in such a dirty--"
"Right you are, comrade!" returned the other, seating himself before the door on a three-legged stool he found in a corner. "But for the moment you gave me a start. I thought you some other person."
"What--person?"
"No one in particular. You might," unb.u.t.toning his coat to draw forth a bottle, "have been any one! But I dare say you have had them off in worse places than this--which, after all, is not bad, compared to some of the rooms for guests at the Mount!"
"You mean?" The mountebank looked first at the closed blinds; then at the door, and a sudden determination came to his eyes.
"Those especially prepared for the followers of the Black Seigneur, taken prisoners near Casque, for example!"
"They are dungeons?"
"With Jacques for keeper! The little s.e.xton, we call him, because the prisoners go generally from the cells to the pit, and the quicklime is the hunchback"s graveyard!"
"This Jacques--" A growing impatience shone ominously from the prisoner"s glance; his attention, that of a man straining to catch some expected sound without, focused itself on the speaker. "This Jacques--what sort of quarters has he?"
"Oh, he lives anywhere; everywhere! Sometimes at the thieves" inn; again in one of the storehouses near the wheel. They say, though, he is not a great hand to sleep, but pa.s.ses most of his time like a cat, prowling in and out the black pa.s.sages and tunnels of the Mount. But,"
abruptly breaking off, "the play--that"s what I want to know about!
The end! How did it end?"
"I"m in no mood for talking."
"Take the bottle, an" it"ll loosen your tongue!"
"No."
"What! you refuse?"
"Yes."
"Then," philosophically, "must I drink alone."
"Not here!"
"Eh?"
"Will you get out, or--" and the mountebank stepped toward the other with apparently undisguised intention.
"So that"s your game?" Quickly the soldier sprang to his feet. "I must teach you a little politeness, my friend--how we deal with uncivil people in the army!" And throwing off his coat, as ready for a bout at fisticuffs as for an encounter of words, the soldier confronted the clown. "When I"m done, you"ll sing that song of the stick out of the other side of the mouth, and think your wicked peasant received a coddling from his master in comparison!"
But the mountebank did not answer--with words--and the soldier was still threatening, and painting dire prophetic pictures of what he intended doing, when a strong arm closed about him; fingers like iron gripped his throat, and, for some moments thereafter, although of unusual size and vigor, the man was more concerned in keeping his feet than in searching his vocabulary for picturesque imagery. Then, in spite of his struggles and best endeavors to free himself, he felt his head forced backwards; the grasp on his neck tightened. Still he could not shake off that deadly hold, and, aware that consciousness was gradually leaving him, his efforts relaxed. After that, for an interval, he remembered nothing; but with returning realization and a vague sense of stiffness in his throat, in a rough sort of way was prepared to accept defeat; acknowledge the other"s supremacy, and seal that acknowledgment over the bottle.
Only the mountebank afforded him no opportunity thus to toast the "best man"; with a long strap of leather s.n.a.t.c.hed from one of the pegs, he had already bound the hands and feet of his bulky antagonist, and was just rising to survey his handiwork, when the other opened his eyes.
"Here! What do you mean?" exclaimed the soldier, when even the power vocally to express further surprise or indignation was denied him, in consequence of something soft being thrust between his teeth; and mute, helpless, he could but express in looks the disgusted inquiry his lips refused to frame.
"No! it"s no joke," answered the mountebank, rapidly pa.s.sing an end of the strap, binding the soldier, about a post of the stall and securing it, sailor-wise. "A poor return for hospitality, yet needs must, when the devil drives!" quickly seizing a handful of marsh gra.s.s from the ground and rubbing it over his face. "Anyhow, you"ll be none the worse on the morrow," stepping toward the lantern, "while I--who can say? He laughs best--" About to blow out the flame, he stopped, attracted by something his foot had thrust aside; a garment; the soldier"s! A moment he surveyed it; stooped; picked it up. "Unless I am mistaken,"
casting aside his own coat, slipping on that of the soldier, and then donning the latter"s cap, which had fallen in the struggle, "we are about of a size. And this sword," unfastening the belt from the prostrate jailer, "should go with the coat." A moment his words, tense, reckless, continued to vibrate in the soldier"s ears, then: "I"ll leave you the lantern!" And darkness fell over the place.
Boldly, a little uncertainly, as the soldier had walked, the mountebank, now, to all appearance, a man of the ranks in the service of his Excellency, the Governor, strode down the wide, stone-paved way separating the outhouses and a number of desultory ancient structures from the officers" quarters, hard against the ramparts. In the sky"s dome the stars still shone, although a small mottled patch of cloud obscured the moon; on either side no lights appeared in windows, and friendly shadows favored him, until he approached at the end of the way the broad, open entrance between the soldiers" barracks and the officers" row. There, set in the stone above the key of the time-worn arch, flared a smoky lamp, dimly revealing the surrounding details; but the young man did not stop; had drawn quite close to the medieval structure, when unexpectedly another tread, on the soldiers" side of the entrance, mingled with his own; rang for a moment in unison; then jingled out of time. He who approached came to a sudden standstill; cast a quick glance over his shoulder, only to be brought to an abrupt realization that it was now too late to retreat. A black silhouette, suddenly precipitated across the pavement, preceded a dark figure that stepped quickly out and barred the way, while at the same time, a voice, loud and incisive, challenged.
CHAPTER XXI
THE STAIRWAY OF SILVER
The stillness of the moment that followed was tense; then thickly the young man answered something irrelevant about a clown, a bottle and a loaf; with cap drawn down and half-averted face, he lurched a little forward in the darkness, and the sentinel"s weapon fell. "Oh, that"s you, is it, Henri?" he said in a different tone, stepping back. "How did you leave the fellow?"
"Eating the bread and calling for more!" As he spoke, the other stopped, swaying uncertainly; above the arch, the wick, ill-trimmed, brightened and darkened to the drafts of air through break and slit of the old lamp; and briefly he awaited a favorable moment, when the flame blew out until almost extinguished; then with hand near sword-hilt, somewhat over-briskly, but in keeping with the part, he stepped toward the arch; through it, and quickly past the sentinel.
"You seem to have been feasting and drinking a little yourself, to-night, comrade?" called out the latter after him. "I noticed it when you went in, and-- But aren"t you taking the wrong way?" As the other, after starting toward the barracks, straightened, and then abruptly wheeled into the road, running up the Mount.
"Bah!" A moment the young man paused. "Can"t a soldier," articulating with difficulty, "go to see his sweetheart without--"
"_Eh bien_!" The sentinel shrugged his shoulders. "It isn"t my business. I think, though, I know where they"ll put you to-morrow, when they find out through the guard at the barracks."
To this ominous threat the other deigned no response, only, after the fashion of a man headstrong in insobriety, as well as in affairs of gallantry, continued his upward way; at first, speedily; afterward, when beyond hearing of the man below, with more stealth and as little noise as possible, until the road, taking a sudden angle, brought him abruptly to an open s.p.a.ce at the foot of a great flight of stone stairs.
Broad, wide, broken by occasional platforms, these steps, reaching upward in gradual ascent, had designedly, in days gone by, been made easy for broken-down monarchs or corpulent abbots. Also they had been planned to satisfy the discerning eye, jealous of every addition or alteration at the Mount. My lord, the ancient potentate, leisurely ascending in ecclesiastical gown, while conscious of an earthly power reaching even into England, could still fancy he was going up a Jacob"s ladder into realms supernal. Saint Louis, with gaze benignly bent toward the aerial _escalier de dentelle_ of the chapel to the left, might well exclaim no royal road could compare with this inspiring and holy way; nor is it difficult to understand a sudden enchantment here, or beyond, that drew to the rock on three pilgrimages that other Louis, more sinner than saint, the eleventh of his name to mount the throne of France.
But those stones, worn in the past by the footsteps of the ill.u.s.trious and the lowly, were deserted now, and, for the moment, only the moon, which had escaped from the cloud, exercised there the right of way; looking squarely down to efface time"s marks and pave with silver from top to bottom the flight of stairs. It played, too, on facades, towers and battlements on either side, and, at the spectacle--the disk directly before him--the Black Seigneur, about to leave the dark and sheltering byway, involuntarily paused. Angels might walk unseen up and down in that effulgence, as, indeed, the old monks stoutly averred was their habit; but a mortal intrusion on the argent way could be fraught only with visibility.
To reach the point he had in mind, however, no choice remained; the steps had to be mounted, and, lowering his head and looking down, deliberately he started. As he proceeded his solitary figure seemed to become more distinct; his presence more obtrusive and his echoing footsteps to resound louder. No indication he had been seen or heard, however, reached him; to all appearances espionage of his movements was wanting, and only the saint with the sword at the top of the steeple--guardian spirit of the rock--looked down, as if holding high a gleaming warning of that unwonted intrusion.
Yet, though he knew it not, mortal eye had long been on him, peering from a window of the abbot"s bridge spanning the way and joining certain long unused chambers, next to the Governor"s palace, with my lady"s abode. Against the somber background of that covered pa.s.sage of granite, the face looking out would still have remained unseen, even had the young man, drawing near, lifted his glance. This, however, he did not do; his eyes, with the pale reflections dancing in them, had suddenly fastened themselves lower; toward another person, not far beyond the bridge; some one who had turned in from a pa.s.sage on the other side of the overhead architectural link, and had just begun to come down. An old man, with flowing beard, from afar the new-comer looked not unlike one of the ancient Druids that, in days gone by, had lighted and watched the sacred fires of sacrifice on the rock. He, too, guarded his light; but one set in the tall, pewter lamp of the medieval watchman.
"Twelve o"clock and all"s--" he began when his glance, sweeping down, caught sight of the ascending figure, and, pausing, he leaned on his staff with one hand and shaded his eyes with the other.
A half-savage exclamation of disappointment was suppressed on the young man"s lips; had he only been able to attain that parallelogram of darkness, beneath the abbot"s pa.s.sage, he would have been better satisfied, his own eyes, looking ahead, seemed to say; then gleamed with a bolder light.
"A sword and blade A drab and a jade; All"s one to the King"s men of the army!"
he began to hum softly, as with a more reckless swing, quickly he went up in the manner of a man a.s.signed some easy errand. At the same time the patriarch slowly and rather laboriously resumed his descent, and just below the bridge, without the bar of shadow, the two came together.
"Think you it is too late for his Excellency, the Governor, to receive a message?" at once spoke up the younger, breaking off in that dashing, but low-murmured, song of the barracks.