The officer walked briskly over to the carriage. "n.o.body here but two women and a scared peasant!" he called out.
As I lay still staring up into the sky, I heard the Rittmeister addressing Dr. Delmont in angry tones. "By every law of civilized war I ought to hang you and your friend there! Civilians who fire on troops are treated that way. But I won"t. Your foolish companion lies yonder with a lance through his mouth. He"s dead; I say nothing. For you, I have no respect. But I have for that h.e.l.l-cat who did his duty.
You civilians--you go to the devil!"
"Are not your prisoners sacred from insult?" asked the doctor, angrily.
"Prisoners! _My_ prisoners! You compliment yourself! Loisel! Send those impudent civilians into the house! I won"t look at them! They make me sick!"
The astonished doctor attempted to take his stand by me, offering his services, but the troopers hustled him and poor Tavernier off up the terrace steps.
"The two ladies in the carriage, Herr Rittmeister?" said a cavalryman, coming up at salute.
"What? Ladies? Oh yes." Then he muttered in his mustache: "Always around--always everywhere. They can"t stay there. I want that carriage. Sepp!"
"At orders, Herr Rittmeister!"
"Carry that gentleman to the carriage. Place Schwartz and Ruppert in the wagon yonder. Get straw--you, Brauer, bring straw--and toss in those boxes, if there is room. Where"s Hofman?"
"In the pool, Herr Rittmeister."
"Take him out," said the officer, soberly. "Uhlans don"t abandon their dead."
Two soldiers lifted me again and bore me away in the darkness. I was perfectly conscious.
And all the while I was listening for the gallop of my gendarmes, not that I cared very much, now that Buckhurst was gone.
"Herr Rittmeister," I said, as they laid me in the carriage, "ask the Countess de Va.s.sart if she will let me say good-bye to her."
"With pleasure," said the officer, promptly. "Madame, here is a polite young gentleman who desires to make his adieux. Permit me, madame--he is here in the dark. Sepp! fall back! Loisel, advance ten paces! Halt!"
"Is it you, Monsieur Scarlett?" came an unsteady voice, from the darkness.
"Yes, madame. Can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you? My poor friend, I have nothing to forgive. Are you badly hurt, Monsieur Scarlett?"
"I don"t know," I muttered.
Suddenly the chapel bell of La Trappe rang out a startling peal; the Prussian captain shouted: "Stop that bell! Shoot every civilian in the house!" But the Uhlans, who rushed up the terrace, found the great doors bolted and the lower windows screened with steel shutters.
On the battlements of the south wing a red radiance grew brighter; somebody had thrown wood into the iron basket of the ancient beacon, and set fire to it.
"That teaches me a lesson!" bawled the enraged Rittmeister, shaking his fist up at the brightening alarm signal.
He vaulted into his saddle, wheeled his horse and rode up to the peasant, Brauer, who, frightened to the verge of stupidity, sat on the carriage-box.
"Do you know the wood-road that leads to Gunstett through the foot-hills?" he demanded, controlling his fury with a strong effort.
The blank face of the peasant was answer enough; the Rittmeister glared around; his eyes fell on the Countess.
"You know this country, madame?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Will you set us on our way through the Gunstett hill-road?"
"No."
The chapel bell was clanging wildly; the beacon shot up in a whirling column of sparks and red smoke.
"Put that woman into the carriage!" bellowed the officer. "I"m cursed if I leave her to set the whole country yapping at our heels!
Loisel, put her in beside the prisoner! Madame, it is useless to resist. Hark! What"s that sound of galloping?"
I listened. I heard nothing save the clamor of the chapel bell.
An Uhlan laid a heavy hand on the shoulder of the listening Countess; she tried to draw back, but he pushed her brutally into the carriage, and she stumbled and fell into the cushions beside me.
"Uhlans, into your saddles!" cried the Rittmeister, sharply. "Two men to the wagon!--a man on the box there! Here you, Jacques Bonhomme, drive carefully or I"ll hang you higher than the Strasbourg clock. Are the wounded in the straw? Sepp, take the riderless horses. Peloton, attention! Draw sabres! March! Trot!"
Fever had already begun to turn my head; the jolting of the carriage brought me to my senses at times; at times, too, I could hear the two wounded Uhlans groaning in the wagon behind me, the tramping of the cavalry ahead, the dull rattle of lance b.u.t.ts in the leather stirrup-boots.
If I could only have fainted, but I could not, and the agony grew so intense that I bit my lip through to choke the scream that strained my throat.
Once the carriage stopped; in the darkness I heard somebody whisper: "There go the French riders!" And I fancied I heard a far echo of hoof-strokes along the road to La Trappe. It might have been the fancy of an intermittent delirium; it may have been my delayed gendarmes--I never knew. And the carriage presently moved on more smoothly, as though we were now on one of those even military high-roads which traverse France from Luxembourg to the sea.
Which way we were going I did not know, I did not care. Absurdly mingled with sick fancies came flashes of reason, when I could see the sky frosted with silver, and little, bluish stars peeping down. At times I recognized the mounted men around me as Prussian Uhlans, and weakly wondered by what deviltry they had got into France, and what malignant spell they cast over the land that the very stones did not rise up and smite them from their yellow-and-black saddles.
Once--it was, I think, very near daybreak--I came out of a dream in which I was swimming through oceans of water, drinking as I swam. The carriage had stopped; I could not see the lancers, but presently I heard them all talking in loud, angry voices. There appeared to be some houses near by; I heard a dog barking, a great outcry of pigs and feathered fowls, the noise of a scuffle, a trampling of heavy boots, a shot!
Then the terrible voice of the Rittmeister: "Hang that man to his barn gate! Pig of an a.s.sa.s.sin, I"ll teach you to murder German soldiers!"
A woman began to scream without ceasing.
"Burn that house!" bellowed the Rittmeister.
Through the prolonged screaming I heard the crash of window-gla.s.s; presently a dull red light grew out of the gloom, brighter and brighter. The screaming never ceased.
"Uhlans! Mount!" came the steady voice of the Rittmeister; the carriage started. Almost at the word the darkness turned to flame; against the raging furnace of a house on fire I saw the figure of a man, inky black, hanging from the high cross-bar of the cow-yard gate, and past him filed the shadowy hors.e.m.e.n, lances slanting backward from their stirrups.
The last I remember was seeing the dead man"s naked feet--for they hanged him in his night-shirt--and the last I heard was that awful screaming from the red shadows that flickered across the fields of uncut wheat.
For presently my madness began again, and again I was bathed to the mouth in cold, sweet waters, and I drank as I swam lazily in the sunshine.
My next lucid interval came from pain almost unendurable. We were fording a river in bright starlight; the carriage b.u.mped across the stones, water washed and slopped over the carriage floor. To right and left, Prussian lancers were riding, and I saw the water boiling under their horses and their long lances aslant the stars.
But there were more hors.e.m.e.n now, scores and scores of them, trampling through the shallow river. And beyond I could see a line of cannon, wallowing through the water, shadowy artillerymen clinging to forge and caisson, mounted men astride straining teams, tall officers on either flank, sitting their horses motionless in mid-stream.
The carriage stopped.