HOW THE UNHAPPY RUSSELL FINDS THE DANGER OF PLAYING WITH EDGE-TOOLS.
When Lopez, with the assistance of Rita, had burst into the castle,
he had left his prisoners in the tower in the charge of a couple of
guards, these prisoners being Brooke, Talbot, and Russell. During the
attack on the castle there was a time in which Russell might very
easily have escaped. The two guards were eager to join the melee, and
as their instructions had reference principally to Brooke and Talbot,
they paid no attention whatever to the "Hungarian lady." They knew
that Rita had done an act for which the captain would reward her, and
concluded that the "Hungarian lady" was a friend rather than a
prisoner. Under such circumstances escape would have been easy enough
to Russell, had he been bold enough to attempt it.
Yet, after all, how could he really escape? To go back over the same
road would be only to encounter fresh perils, perhaps worse than any
with which he had met hitherto. To go in any other direction would be
simple madness. There was, therefore, no other course open to him
than to remain where he was.
After a long time some of the men came back, at the command of Lopez,
with orders to bring the prisoners into the castle. The guard obeyed
and followed, taking with them Brooke and Talbot. Russell was about
to accompany them, and was just hesitating as to the path, when
suddenly he found himself confronted by Rita, who had just come up.
"H-s-s-s-sh!" she said. "All is safe. I haf my reward. The captain
haf pay me. Now we shall go. Alla right. Come!"
Russell felt a strange sinking of heart. As to going away with her,
that was not to be thought of, and he only sought now for some
plausible excuse.
"I--I'm too tired," he said; "I'm worn out, Rita. I cannot walk."
"Bah!" said she. "Come--you shall not go far: I take you to where you
shall restar."
"But I'm tired," said Russell. "I want to rest here."
"Bah! you not too tired to go one two mile; that not mooch to go.
Come!"
"I can't," whined Russell.
"But you will be captar--you shall be a preesonaire--you shall be
deescovaire--alla found out by the capitan; so come--fly, you haf no
time to lose."
"I can't help it," said Russell, in despair. "If I'm caught again I
don't care. I'm worn out."
"But you moos!"
"I can't!"
"Come--I shall carry you; I shall lifta you, and carry you to your
safetydom.
Come!"
"It's impossible," said Russell, who, in addition to his fear, began
to feel vexation at this woman's pertinacity.
There was something in his tone which made Rita pause. She stood
erect, folded her arms, and looked at him. The moonlight fell on
both. Each could see the other.
Russell did not feel pleased with her appearance. She looked too
hard--too austere. She seemed to have an unlimited possibility of
daring and of vengeance. He began to think that he had been playing
with edge-tools, and that in trying to make use of Rita he had only
gained a new master for himself. The vague fears which had been
gathering through the day now grew stronger, and he realized his full
danger.
"You not want to fly? You not want to 'scape?" said Rita, with a
frown.
Russell thought it best to own up.
"Well, n-n-no," said he. "On the whole, I do not."
"Why?" asked Rita, in a hard voice.
"Oh--well--I've--I've--I've changed my mind," said Russell, in a
trembling voice.
He began to be more afraid of Rita than ever.
"Ah!" said Rita. "It is so--very well. Now leest'n to me; look at me.
What haf I done? I haf betray my maestro--I haf betray my friends:
this castle is took; my friends are run away, many of them dead;
their bodies are over there--they are dead. Who kill them? I--I the
traidor! I the Judas! I betray! And why? I betray--because you tempt
me! Do you know that? You tempt me! You ask me to helpa you! you
promise me all the world! I helpa you! I make mysef a traidor, and
now it haf come to this!
"Where are my friends?" continued Rita. "Gone! fled! dead! They sall
haunt me--their ghosts--they sall call for venganza; and I haf make
mysef a traidor to the friends that lofe me an' was kind! See me,
what I am! You haf make me to this--you! you! you! What! do you think
I sall let you turn false to me? No! nevaire! You sall be true to
me--what--evaire! You haf promis to gif me all the world. You haf
promis to gif me youselfa. You sall be what you say--'my man!' I sall
haf the recompensa, if I die from remordimiento. If you be a traidor
to me, I sall haf the venganza!"
During this wild harangue Rita seemed transported to fury--she seemed
a madwoman. Russell trembled in every limb from sheer terror. He
never had in all his life seen anything like this. His only hope now
was to escape from her insane rage, no matter under whose protection.
At length she stopped and grew calmer. Then she said, in a low, stern
voice:
"Now--will you come? Will you fly?"
Russell shuddered more than ever. Fly? Not he! She might tear him to
pieces, but he would never fly with her. Fly? Why, it was impossible!
He might, indeed, fly from her; but as to flying _with_ her, that
could not be thought of.
He shrunk back, trembling in every limb.
"I can't," he said--"I can't; I'm too weak--I'm old--and weak and
worn out.
"But I say," continued Rita, impatiently, "that I sall take you to a
place where you sall restar."
"I can't," said Russell.
"Do you intendar to keep you promeese?"
"What promise?" said Russell, hesitatingly.
"To marry me," said Rita, coldly.
"Marry you! I never said that," replied Russell.
"You did."
"I did not. I have a wife living--you know that surely. She is in the
castle."
"She? Bah! She is dead. I know that," said Rita, triumphantly.
Russell shuddered more than ever. Dead! dead! he thought. What a
thought of horror! And how? Was it this woman that did the deed--this
fiend from the robbers' hold--to make room for herself? Russell felt
that she was capable of any enormity, and his soul sickened at the
thought. He groaned, and was silent.
"Dead, I tell you! dead! She is dead! Aha! you think me fool, simple,
aha! But I know, I know to take car' of the number one! Aha! how you
like that, meestaire?
"And now leest'n," continued Rita. "You not fly? Very well. You sall
come to the castle. You sall stay with the capitan. You sall tell him
all--I tell him all. He sall judge and decidar. Come! come! You sall
not stay here. You sall go and restar you old bone."
Rita motioned to him sternly to follow, and Russell obeyed. He was
not at all disinclined to move in this direction, since it led him to
the friendly protection of the castle. It was with uncommon vigor and
nimbleness that he followed his tormentor down the steep side, and
across the brook at the bottom, and up the other side. Rita noticed
this, and said, scornfully:
"You too weak to go one two mile on the level groun', but you strong
enough to descendar and ascendar these cliff. But wait, ola
man--remember if you falsami I sall haf my venganza. Now you go and
spik to the capitan, and you see what he sall do for you."
Rita said no more, but led Russell along until they reached the
castle. There Russell seated himself on the stone floor among the
soldiers, feeling safer here than anywhere, while Rita went away.
Russell supposed that she had gone in search of Lopez to tell her own
story first.
He was right. Lopez had been very busy, but Rita was able, after all,
to obtain a hearing from him sufficiently long to enable her to plead
her cause in her own way.
She told Lopez all.
Now Lopez was under great obligations to Rita, and was willing to do
almost anything for her. At the same time, he was the bitter enemy of
Russell. Here there was an opportunity open to him to evince
gratitude and to obtain vengeance. He appreciated the situation most
fully. He promised Rita that he would do whatever she wished.
"I only wish one thing," said Rita: "make him keep his promise."
"I will," said Lopez.
"Will you make him marry me?"
"I will," said Lopez. "I have a priest here. I have brought him here,
for I expect to be married myself to a lady whom I have long loved in
vain. I have rescued her from these foul brigands, and she will not
now refuse me. And I promise, Rita, that you shall be married to your
dear one at the same time that I am married to mine, and by the same
priest."
Upon this Rita was voluble in the expression of her gratitude.
Lopez now went to seek out Russell. He found the good man wearied and
worn out. He led him away to a room that happened to be the very one
in which he was confined before. Brooke and Talbot were both here.
Russell entreated Brooke to intercede for him with Lopez. Lopez saw
the action and understood it.
"What does he want?" said Lopez.
Russell then explained, through Brooke, what Lopez had already
learned through Rita, namely, that he was Mr. Russell, and that Rita
was claiming his fulfilment of a promise which he had never made, and
could never fulfil--first, on the ground that Rita had not freed him;
and, secondly, on the more important ground that he was already
married.
To all this the answer of Lopez was brief and stern.
"She did free you," said he, "for you are now out of the power of the
Carlists, and may be your own master on the performance of your
promise. Moreover, as to your being married already, Rita assures me
that your former wife is dead."
At this Russell groaned.
"She is not dead," he said.
"Oh, well," said Lopez, "I don't care. Rita is willing to run the
risk."
Russell now pleaded for Katie's sake.
But this roused Lopez to worse anger.
"If you were merely a cruel father," said he, "I would forgive you
for her sake; but you are a guardian, and not over-honest, as I
believe. She has no love for you. She never wishes to see you again.
Nor do I. You are nothing to her. She is nothing to you. You have
made your bed, and must lie on it. You must blame yourself, and not
me."
With these words Lopez retired, leaving the unhappy Russell in a
condition that may be better imagined than described.