He was like a blind force. She closed her eyes altogether. Her head fell back a little. Not instinctively but with wilful resignation and as it were from a sense of justice she abandoned herself to his arms. The effect was as though she had suddenly stabbed him to the heart. He let her go so suddenly and completely that she would have fallen down in a heap if she had not managed to catch hold of his forearm. He seemed prepared for it and for a moment all her weight hung on it without moving its rigidity by a hair"s breadth. Behind her Mrs. Travers heard the heavy thud of blows on wood, the confused murmurs and movements of men.
A voice said suddenly, "It"s done," with such emphasis that though, of course, she didn"t understand the words it helped her to regain possession of herself; and when Lingard asked her very little above a whisper: "Why don"t you say something?" she answered readily, "Let me get my breath first."
Round them all sounds had ceased. The men had secured again the opening through which those arms had s.n.a.t.c.hed her into a moment of self-forgetfulness which had left her out of breath but uncrushed. As if something imperative had been satisfied she had a moment of inward serenity, a period of peace without thought while, holding to that arm that trembled no more than an arm of iron, she felt stealthily over the ground for one of the sandals which she had lost. Oh, yes, there was no doubt of it, she had been carried off the earth, without shame, without regret. But she would not have let him know of that dropped sandal for anything in the world. That lost sandal was as symbolic as a dropped veil. But he did not know of it. He must never know. Where was that thing? She felt sure that they had not moved an inch from that spot.
Presently her foot found it and still gripping Lingard"s forearm she stooped to secure it properly. When she stood up, still holding his arm, they confronted each other, he rigid in an effort of self-command but feeling as if the surges of the heaviest sea that he could remember in his life were running through his heart; and the woman as if emptied of all feeling by her experience, without thought yet, but beginning to regain her sense of the situation and the memory of the immediate past.
"I have been watching at that loophole for an hour, ever since they came running to me with that story of the rockets," said Lingard. "I was shut up with Belarab then. I was looking out when the torch blazed and you stepped ash.o.r.e. I thought I was dreaming. But what could I do? I felt I must rush to you but I dared not. That clump of palms is full of men. So are the houses you saw that time you came ash.o.r.e with me. Full of men.
Armed men. A trigger is soon pulled and when once shooting begins. . . .
And you walking in the open with that light above your head! I didn"t dare. You were safer alone. I had the strength to hold myself in and watch you come up from the sh.o.r.e. No! No man that ever lived had seen such a sight. What did you come for?"
"Didn"t you expect somebody? I don"t mean me, I mean a messenger?"
"No!" said Lingard, wondering at his own self-control. "Why did he let you come?"
"You mean Captain Jorgenson? Oh, he refused at first. He said that he had your orders."
"How on earth did you manage to get round him?" said Lingard in his softest tones.
"I did not try," she began and checked herself. Lingard"s question, though he really didn"t seem to care much about an answer, had aroused afresh her suspicion of Jorgenson"s change of front. "I didn"t have to say very much at the last," she continued, gasping yet a little and feeling her personality, crushed to nothing in the hug of those arms, expand again to its full significance before the attentive immobility of that man. "Captain Jorgenson has always looked upon me as a nuisance.
Perhaps he had made up his mind to get rid of me even against your orders. Is he quite sane?"
She released her firm hold of that iron forearm which fell slowly by Lingard"s side. She had regained fully the possession of her personality. There remained only a fading, slightly breathless impression of a short flight above that earth on which her feet were firmly planted now. "And is that all?" she asked herself, not bitterly, but with a sort of tender contempt.
"He is so sane," sounded Lingard"s voice, gloomily, "that if I had listened to him you would not have found me here."
"What do you mean by here? In this stockade?"
"Anywhere," he said.
"And what would have happened then?"
"G.o.d knows," he answered. "What would have happened if the world had not been made in seven days? I have known you for just about that time. It began by me coming to you at night--like a thief in the night. Where the devil did I hear that? And that man you are married to thinks I am no better than a thief."
"It ought to be enough for you that I never made a mistake as to what you are, that I come to you in less than twenty-four hours after you left me contemptuously to my distress. Don"t pretend you didn"t hear me call after you. Oh, yes, you heard. The whole ship heard me for I had no shame."
"Yes, you came," said Lingard, violently. "But have you really come? I can"t believe my eyes! Are you really here?"
"This is a dark spot, luckily," said Mrs. Travers. "But can you really have any doubt?" she added, significantly.
He made a sudden movement toward her, betraying so much pa.s.sion that Mrs. Travers thought, "I shan"t come out alive this time," and yet he was there, motionless before her, as though he had never stirred. It was more as though the earth had made a sudden movement under his feet without being able to destroy his balance. But the earth under Mrs.
Travers" feet had made no movement and for a second she was overwhelmed by wonder not at this proof of her own self-possession but at the man"s immense power over himself. If it had not been for her strange inward exhaustion she would perhaps have surrendered to that power. But it seemed to her that she had nothing in her worth surrendering, and it was in a perfectly even tone that she said, "Give me your arm, Captain Lingard. We can"t stay all night on this spot."
As they moved on she thought, "There is real greatness in that man."
He was great even in his behaviour. No apologies, no explanations, no abas.e.m.e.nt, no violence, and not even the slightest tremor of the frame holding that bold and perplexed soul. She knew that for certain because her fingers were resting lightly on Lingard"s arm while she walked slowly by his side as though he were taking her down to dinner. And yet she couldn"t suppose for a moment, that, like herself, he was emptied of all emotion. She never before was so aware of him as a dangerous force.
"He is really ruthless," she thought. They had just left the shadow of the inner defences about the gate when a slightly hoa.r.s.e, apologetic voice was heard behind them repeating insistently, what even Mrs.
Travers" ear detected to be a sort of formula. The words were: "There is this thing--there is this thing--there is this thing." They turned round.
"Oh, my scarf," said Mrs. Travers.
A short, squat, broad-faced young fellow having for all costume a pair of white drawers was offering the scarf thrown over both his arms, as if they had been sticks, and holding it respectfully as far as possible from his person. Lingard took it from him and Mrs. Travers claimed it at once. "Don"t forget the proprieties," she said. "This is also my face veil."
She was arranging it about her head when Lingard said, "There is no need. I am taking you to those gentlemen."--"I will use it all the same," said Mrs. Travers. "This thing works both ways, as a matter of propriety or as a matter of precaution. Till I have an opportunity of looking into a mirror nothing will persuade me that there isn"t some change in my face." Lingard swung half round and gazed down at her.
Veiled now she confronted him boldly. "Tell me, Captain Lingard, how many eyes were looking at us a little while ago?"
"Do you care?" he asked.
"Not in the least," she said. "A million stars were looking on, too, and what did it matter? They were not of the world I know. And it"s just the same with the eyes. They are not of the world I live in."
Lingard thought: "n.o.body is." Never before had she seemed to him more unapproachable, more different and more remote. The glow of a number of small fires lighted the ground only, and brought out the black bulk of men lying down in the thin drift of smoke. Only one of these fires, rather apart and burning in front of the house which was the quarter of the prisoners, might have been called a blaze and even that was not a great one. It didn"t penetrate the dark s.p.a.ce between the piles and the depth of the verandah above where only a couple of heads and the glint of a spearhead could be seen dimly in the play of the light. But down on the ground outside, the black shape of a man seated on a bench had an intense relief. Another intensely black shadow threw a handful of brushwood on the fire and went away. The man on the bench got up. It was d"Alcacer. He let Lingard and Mrs. Travers come quite close up to him.
Extreme surprise seemed to have made him dumb.
"You didn"t expect . . ." began Mrs. Travers with some embarra.s.sment before that mute att.i.tude.
"I doubted my eyes," struck in d"Alcacer, who seemed embarra.s.sed, too.
Next moment he recovered his tone and confessed simply: "At the moment I wasn"t thinking of you, Mrs. Travers." He pa.s.sed his hand over his forehead. "I hardly know what I was thinking of."
In the light of the shooting-up flame Mrs. Travers could see d"Alcacer"s face. There was no smile on it. She could not remember ever seeing him so grave and, as it were, so distant. She abandoned Lingard"s arm and moved closer to the fire.
"I fancy you were very far away, Mr. d"Alcacer," she said.
"This is the sort of freedom of which nothing can deprive us," he observed, looking hard at the manner in which the scarf was drawn across Mrs. Travers" face. "It"s possible I was far away," he went on, "but I can a.s.sure you that I don"t know where I was. Less than an hour ago we had a great excitement here about some rockets, but I didn"t share in it. There was no one I could ask a question of. The captain here was, I understood, engaged in a most momentous conversation with the king or the governor of this place."
He addressed Lingard, directly. "May I ask whether you have reached any conclusion as yet? That Moor is a very dilatory person, I believe."
"Any direct attack he would, of course, resist," said Lingard. "And, so far, you are protected. But I must admit that he is rather angry with me. He"s tired of the whole business. He loves peace above anything in the world. But I haven"t finished with him yet."
"As far as I understood from what you told me before," said Mr.
d"Alcacer, with a quick side glance at Mrs. Travers" uncovered and attentive eyes, "as far as I can see he may get all the peace he wants at once by driving us two, I mean Mr. Travers and myself, out of the gate on to the spears of those other enraged barbarians. And there are some of his counsellors who advise him to do that very thing no later than the break of day I understand."
Lingard stood for a moment perfectly motionless.
"That"s about it," he said in an unemotional tone, and went away with a heavy step without giving another look at d"Alcacer and Mrs. Travers, who after a moment faced each other.
"You have heard?" said d"Alcacer. "Of course that doesn"t affect your fate in any way, and as to him he is much too prestigious to be killed light-heartedly. When all this is over you will walk triumphantly on his arm out of this stockade; for there is nothing in all this to affect his greatness, his absolute value in the eyes of those people--and indeed in any other eyes." D"Alcacer kept his glance averted from Mrs. Travers and as soon as he had finished speaking busied himself in dragging the bench a little way further from the fire. When they sat down on it he kept his distance from Mrs. Travers. She made no sign of unveiling herself and her eyes without a face seemed to him strangely unknown and disquieting.
"The situation in a nutsh.e.l.l," she said. "You have arranged it all beautifully, even to my triumphal exit. Well, and what then? No, you needn"t answer, it has no interest. I a.s.sure you I came here not with any notion of marching out in triumph, as you call it. I came here, to speak in the most vulgar way, to save your skin--and mine."
Her voice came m.u.f.fled to d"Alcacer"s ears with a changed character, even to the very intonation. Above the white and embroidered scarf her eyes in the firelight transfixed him, black and so steady that even the red sparks of the reflected glare did not move in them. He concealed the strong impression she made. He bowed his head a little.
"I believe you know perfectly well what you are doing."
"No! I don"t know," she said, more quickly than he had ever heard her speak before. "First of all, I don"t think he is so safe as you imagine.
Oh, yes, he has prestige enough, I don"t question that. But you are apportioning life and death with too much a.s.surance. . . ."
"I know my portion," murmured d"Alcacer, gently. A moment of silence fell in which Mrs. Travers" eyes ended by intimidating d"Alcacer, who looked away. The flame of the fire had sunk low. In the dark agglomeration of buildings, which might have been called Belarab"s palace, there was a certain animation, a flitting of people, voices calling and answering, the pa.s.sing to and fro of lights that would illuminate suddenly a heavy pile, the corner of a house, the eaves of a low-pitched roof, while in the open parts of the stockade the armed men slept by the expiring fires.
Mrs. Travers said, suddenly, "That Jorgenson is not friendly to us."
"Possibly."