Paul immediately recognized in the speaker one of the cla.s.s called Palicars, men who had fought for the independence of Greece in the twenties; in their youth half soldiers and half brigands, but always full of patriotism and bold as lions against the Turk; in old age too often apt to be garrulous, boastful, vain.
Muttering some words of grat.i.tude for the proffered hospitality, Paul immediately flew off for Barbara, whom he found asleep. In a state of weariness she had rested her arm on a stone bal.u.s.trade, pillowed her cheek on her sleeve, and without intending it had fallen asleep in that att.i.tude.
"Fie, signorina," said Paul with chiding smile, as he gently roused her. "Sleeping in the open air! Do you court malaria? Come, there is better rest for you in yon tower, where you will not be the only lady.
Our host is a somewhat queer character, but--"any port in a storm," as our English proverb has it."
He a.s.sisted her to rise, and helped her across the dilapidated loggia, and up the steps to the entrance of the hall where Lambro stood waiting to receive them.
But no sooner had the old Palicar obtained a clear view of Barbara than his eyes almost started from their sockets. His shaking hand dropped the lamp, and the hall was plunged into sudden darkness. With the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of "Kyrie eleison" the warrior, who was wont to boast that he had fought in a hundred battles, fled at the sight of a young maiden"s face.
At the end of the corridor he recovered himself, and shouted, "Jacintha, Jacintha, come down."
"What is the matter?" said a voice at his elbow.
"Matter enough," replied Lambro, grasping the woman"s shoulders and whispering in her ear. "The dead have returned to life. Walk to the door, pick up the lamp, re-light it, and look at the lady that the Englishman has brought with him."
Jacintha did as bidden. The lamp, re-kindled, showed her as a little fair-haired woman of subdued demeanor, her face retaining traces of former good looks.
She cast one glance at Barbara, and immediately gave a strange gasp.
"In G.o.d"s name," she murmured, "who are you?"
"A hard question," returned Barbara, with a touch of bitterness in her voice, "seeing that I myself cannot answer it."
This reply seemed to enhance Jacintha"s fear. She stood mutely staring at Barbara, who began to feel something of resentment at the woman"s strange manner.
"I will depart if you wish it," she said, turning away with quiet dignity, though her heart sank within her at the thought of pa.s.sing the night out of doors.
"Oh! no, no. Pardon me, my lady, if I seem rude," replied Jacintha, a.s.suming an humble manner, and stepping forward as if to intercept Barbara"s departure. "Do not go. We shall be glad if you will stay.
Stay here as long as you will--at least--that is--till--till--"
"Till the Master returns," chimed in Lambro, "and then--well, it"s his rule to have no strangers here."
He had apparently plucked up his courage, for he had come forward to the entrance again, where he and Jacintha stood staring curiously, first at Barbara, then at each other.
"You seem to know me," said Barbara, "though I do not think that you can ever have seen me before to-night."
Receiving no reply, she glanced at Paul as if seeking an explanation from him, who had none to give, for he was as much perplexed as Barbara herself to account for the singular behavior of this couple.
"At first sight of you," began Lambro, "we thought--But no matter what we thought; we see now we were wrong."--He cast at the woman a glance which Paul interpreted as a warning for her to be reticent, and continued: "Now, Jacintha, show our guests the way upstairs. The nephew of the man who fought for Greece shall have no cause to complain of our hospitality."
"A queer couple," whispered Paul to Barbara, "but trustworthy, I believe. I think you will be safe here."
Barbara, almost ready to sink to the ground with fatigue, had no other course than to accept the shelter of Castel Nuovo, however strange her entertainers; and accordingly still resting upon Paul"s arm, she followed Jacintha up the staircase, while Lambro, having locked the door, brought up the rear.
"Your wife?" Paul asked of him and referring to Jacintha.
"She answers the purpose," replied Lambro. "We"ve done without a priest so far. She"s mine because I bought her. Five hundred beshliks she cost me in the slave-mart of Janina. A deal of money, a great deal of money," continued the old fellow, wincing as if he had had a tooth drawn. "I"m doubtful whether I"ve had the value of it. I could have bought a lovely young Circa.s.sian at the price. But since she was warranted to be a splendid nurse and an excellent cook, I took her as a helpmeet for my old age."
Paul trusted that Barbara did not understand Romaic, for the old Palicar"s society was not exactly of the sort that a matronly duenna would have chosen as suitable for a young maiden.
The interior of Castel Nuovo formed a pleasant and striking contrast with its dilapidated exterior. The apartment to which the visitors were conducted was stamped with an air of wealth and dignity,--lofty, composed of dark oak, and furnished with stained-gla.s.s cas.e.m.e.nts, blazoned in their centre with the Winged Lion of St. Mark. The roof was richly fretted; the pictures painted on the panelling of the walls were in a fine state of preservation. On the wide tesselated hearth beneath a beautifully carved mantelpiece were pine logs disposed as for a fire. To these Jacintha applied a match, and soon a blaze sprang up, so bright as to render any other light superfluous.
"The Master"s dining-hall," remarked Lambro.
"Let me help you, my lady," said Jacintha, observing Barbara embarra.s.sed with the fastenings of her capote.
She a.s.sisted in untying the hood, and having removed the cloak, seated Barbara in a comfortable arm-chair by the fire.
Despite the Romaic costume worn by Jacintha, and the golden coins twisted in her hair, Paul had no difficulty in fixing her nationality.
"You are an Englishwoman?" he said, with a smile.
"Yes, sir, I am," was her reply, accompanied by a submissive little curtsey.
A few words on her part sufficed to give her history. Nurse in the service of an English doctor at Constantinople, she had, when returning home, been captured by Turkish pirates, and carried to Janina for sale, where she was purchased by Lambro, and brought to Castel Nuovo. Paul"s ears tingled at the thought of an Englishwoman being sold in an Albanian slave-mart. He wondered whether she knew that she was now living in a free country. Her real name was Winifred Power, but Lambro would persist in calling her Jacintha.
It so happened that Paul was well acquainted with her native town, inasmuch as his school-days had been pa.s.sed in its neighborhood. His allusions to places with which both were familiar drew tears to the woman"s eyes.
"Ah! do not talk of home," she said. "Every week I can see from the windows here the steamer from Trieste on its way to England; a few days" sail only, and yet as impossible for me to reach as the stars."
"You"re better off here," growled the old Greek. "I bought you, and by G.o.d I"ll keep you. You are not to leave me till I--I--die--" He winced as if not liking the prospect presented by the last word.--"You have promised as much. I have treated you better than any Turk would.
You live in a castle with fine dresses and plenty to eat and drink; and when I"m a--gone you"ll have my savings, and can then go back to England. What more do you want?"
"Shall I be permitted to leave here after your death?" asked Jacintha, darting a strange look upon Lambro, who frowned, and said,--
"Who is to prevent you? What nonsense you talk! Why don"t you ask our guests what they"ll have for supper?"
"What would my lady like?" inquired Jacintha turning to Barbara, and enumerating the contents of her larder.
"You are very good," smiled Barbara. "Anything will do for me."
"Except, of course, roast Turk," said Paul, turning to Lambro. "We must draw the line at that."
The Turcophage grinned and withdrew in company with Jacintha; and as they called no servant to their aid, Paul concluded, and rightly, that these two were the sole tenants of the castle.
Paul had now a better opportunity than heretofore for observing his fair companion as she sat by the hearth, the bright firelight playing over her silken attire with its shimmer of chain-work and jewels. Her figure was beautifully shaped; her features were of pure, cla.s.sic type, as clear and delicate as if sculptured from alabaster. There was something peculiarly n.o.ble in the pose of her head, which disposed Paul to the belief that when the mystery of her origin became solved, it would be found that she was of high birth.
She had spread out her hands to the fire, and with her face upturned to Paul, she said with charming _navete_,--
"I am so glad that you insisted upon me accompanying you, for this is certainly more cheerful than the dark forest."
The light of grat.i.tude sparkling in her soft dusky eyes completely captivated Paul. He began to think that it would be a pleasant thing if she would always smile so upon him, and upon none other.
"Our new friends," he remarked, "are evidently expecting visitors, and those--two in number--to judge from the cutlery." He pointed to the dining-table and its snowy cloth set with Majolica-ware, cut-gla.s.s, and silver. "The Master and his wife I presume. Unpleasant for us if they should arrive to-night, and should object to the proceedings of their hospitable seneschal."
Lambro and his partner now entered, bringing in a repast.
Barbara and Paul drew to the table. The humble Jacintha acted as waitress and seemed to take pleasure in the office.