TAKEN PRISONER.
I was in a vast hall, and Lilian Ross stood by my side. How we got
there I did not know, I only knew that we were there and still alive,
that death was yet to come. At the other end of the hall, upon a kind
of red dais, stood a man. I suppose he was a man, but he appeared to me
to be more like a personation of the evil one, he had such a cruel,
wicked face; and, as he sat glowering there, he looked as if he would
like to devour us, so great was his hatred and wrath. One or two men
were near him, but, for the most part, they stood in a vast circle,
leaving a clear space in the centre for us, and, as they glared at us,
they brandished their spears and shrieked for our blood. They seemed
more like wild beasts than men. Then one who stood near the throne
began to gesticulate, and brandish his horrid, blood-stained spear, but
the man on the raised dais smiled. His smile was worse than the other's
fury, and then he said a few words. I could not understand it all, but I
knew enough of Chinese to guess that we were to die a lingering death of
agony. The implements of torture were all round us, and these men
thirsted for our blood; indeed, they seemed to be mad with the lust for
blood; but there were preliminaries to be gone through; they would not
touch us until they had performed their horrid ceremonies. Waving their
hands and brandishing their spears, they seemed to be mingling in some
kind of weird dance.
In the centre was a blood-stained stone, and, as they sang, they bowed
down until their spears touched this stone. They seemed by these
terrible orgies to be working themselves up to a still greater pitch of
fury. Every moment I expected to be our last, for it seemed as if they
would not be able much longer to restrain themselves, but would tear us
to pieces in their fury.
I closed my eyes and shuddered. We clung to each other and tried to
pray. Then I found out that they were speaking to us. I could not
understand all that they said, but I understood enough to know that they
wished us to abjure our religion. We were to deny Christ, and fall down
and worship their horrible idols. If we did this, they promised us our
lives. It was a deadly temptation. Lilian thought of her husband, and
I thought of father; and we were young, and life was sweet, and it was
so horrible to die without saying good-bye to anyone. Perhaps people in
England will wonder and blame us that it was a temptation to us at all,
but I heard Uncle Paul say once that temptation was not sin: that it
only becomes sin when we yield. They say that times of great
persecution are times of decision, too. I had not cared much for Christ
in the old days; I had not been like Uncle Paul or Cicely--I had been
careless and thoughtless; but now, with a cruel death staring me in the
face, now, I chose Him. I turned to Lilian. "Christ for me," I said,
in reply to her questioning look, and all my heart seemed on fire and my
soul to be full of love. Lilian had made the choice also--I read the
answer on her face before she spoke. Terribly frightened as I was, I
gazed at her in the keenest admiration; her beautiful hair had become
loosened, and now fell over her shoulders in a mass of gold; her lovely
starlight eyes, pure and steadfast as those of any pictured saint, were
fixed on our persecutors.
"Nina," she said to me in a whisper, "I do not know whether they would
allow us to take that poison, but even if it were possible I think it
would be better not to do so. We are in God's hands, and they cannot
touch a hair of our heads until He gives them permission."
"Yes," I replied, "I agree with you--it's difficult, of course, to know
if a thing is right or wrong now, but Uncle Paul would not have done it.
I will follow him."
They seemed to be making some horrid preparations at the other end of
the room--our time had come; we felt that and prepared to die. It's all
very well to read about these things in a story, but unless you have
passed through it yourself, you can have no idea of the horror and fear
and deadly anticipation of coming woe which we felt. I was positively
sick with terror, but I also felt full of an overwhelming love--I knew
that Christ was worth all and more than all.
I whispered to Lilian that it would soon be over, and a text came
running into my mind, "Our light affliction which is but for a moment,
worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory."
They seemed to have completed their preparations now, and came toward us
with horrid cries.
"Oh, Lilian, do pray that we may be kept."
"Yes, yes, darling, it will soon be over, and then the glory."
I just remember that--I know they seized us; they tore us away from each
other. And then I can recall nothing but some awful place of pain--a
place of confusion and horrible noise and terrible suffering and then a
blank, which seemed to last for years and years--then Lilian's voice,
very faint, very far away--then a little nearer, a little louder.
"Are you better, darling?"
"Yes" (my voice was so weak, I could hardly hear it myself), "have I
been ill?"
"Very, very ill, but you are better now, thank God, thank God."
"Where are we, Lilian?"
"In a kind of a cave at the back of a house."
"But how did we get here, I want to know all about it."
"I wonder if you are strong enough to hear more now?"
"Yes, yes," I cried, feverishly; "it will make me much worse not to
know."
"Well," she replied, soothingly, "I think it would, and you must not
agitate yourself. Now I will give you a cooling draught, and then you
must lie quite still, and I will tell you everything."
"You won't hide anything, will you? I want to know what happened after
that dreadful torture," and I shuddered.
"You were not tortured, darling; what their intentions were I do not
know. I think they did mean to put us to a cruel death, but God is over
all and prevented it."
"But why have I been ill then, Lilian? I am sure I could not have
fancied it all."
"My poor darling, you had a dreadful blow--they pushed us so violently
apart that you fell with your head against that platform; it was a
horrid cut, but it is healing up nicely now."
"Then what happened?"
"Well, the sight of your blood, instead of calling forth their
compassion, only seemed to infuriate them, and as I knelt beside you and
tried to staunch the blood, I thought all was lost; but just at that
moment a wonderful thing happened: I heard a great noise at the far end
of the hall--two men had entered, and one of them was violently
gesticulating. It appears that enormous rewards have been promised for
our discovery, and this man had undertaken to find us. I could not make
out what they said, but, no doubt, you would have been able to do so.
The other man, who was scholarly and refined-looking, and altogether of
a different type, seemed for some reason or other to have great
influence with them. He did not say much, but when he did speak they
listened, and gradually they ceased to brandish their spears, and after
what seemed an eternity to me, I saw that they had given up the idea of
murdering us, at any rate for the present. What arguments these men
used, of course, I do not know, but anything like the expression of
concentrated disappointment and rage on the faces of those who would
have killed us, I have never seen. It makes me shudder to think of it
now. An order was then given, and we, or rather, I was marched off, for
you, poor darling, were past marching or doing anything. The two
strange men picked you up, not un-gently, and we moved off; it seemed to
me along, long way. Then there was another altercation, but at last it
was decided that we should be taken to this house, and here we have been
ever since. These two men guard us; if you look through the room
opening out of this into the courtyard, you will see one of them
standing there now. I do not know what their intentions are, but I
conclude they are friendly--at any rate, we have not been molested by
the Boxers since that terrible morning; and they have been kind and
attentive in bringing us food; and once, when you were very ill, they
brought a Chinese doctor to see you. I think we must either be outside
or else very near the walls of the city; at any rate, it's a long, long
way from the Legation. Now that you are better and can speak you will
be able to talk to them; my great difficulty has been that understanding
the language so little I have not been able to converse with them at
all."
[Illustration: "You will see one of them standing there now."]