HOW LOPEZ INVITES HARRY TO HIS WEDDING, AND HOW HARRY MAKES A DISTURBANCE.
On the following day the prisoners were roused at dawn. First of all,
Ashby was taken to the room in which the marriage ceremony was to be
performed, which was the same room where the Russell party had been
confined. Half a dozen soldiers came for him, and went through the solemn
mockery of treating him as an invited guest. He had scarcely arrived here
when Harry also reached the place. A special invitation from Lopez to be
present at a wedding had attracted him, and filled him with wonder and
curiosity. His anxiety about Katie, and his longing to see her, were as
strong as ever, and the effect of these feelings was manifest in his pale
face and agitated manner; but his desire to please Lopez and retain his
good-will had drawn him here to be a spectator, though his abstracted air
showed that his thoughts were elsewhere. Thus, silent and preoccupied,
Harry stood apart; and Ashby, mindful of their recent hostile meeting,
kept to himself, and made no motion toward holding any communication
whatever.
As they stood thus, a third comer appeared upon the scene.
This was Russell. He still wore his woman's dress, having a vague idea
that it might prove of service in some new attempt to escape, though quite
unable to imagine any way in which such escape could be possible. Harry,
attracted by this singular figure, looked at him, and recognized him at
once, and the effect upon him was so strong that, in spite of his
melancholy, he burst into a roar of laughter.
Russell, at this, threw toward him a piteous look of appeal, and then
approached him, in search after sympathy. The two were soon engaged in
conversation, while Ashby, whom this ludicrous figure had very forcibly
affected, stood aloof watching him, with a smile on his face which he was
unable to repress.
The unhappy Russell, full of horror at the prospect before him, still
clung to some vague and undefined hopes that at the very last moment some
chance might intervene to prevent the terrible tragedy of a marriage with
Rita. The appearance of Harry seemed a good omen. He hailed it as such;
and had an angel appeared, the sight could scarcely have afforded more joy
to the virtuous Russell than that which he felt at the sight of Harry.
While these two were conversing, Brooke appeared, followed by Talbot.
Harry's back was turned to the door, so that he did not see Talbot, and
Talbot did not see his face.
But even if Harry's face had been full before her, she would not have seen
it. With a slow step, a face pale as marble, and eyes fixed on the floor,
deep in thoughts which were far, far removed from this room and its
surroundings, Talbot entered, following Brooke, who was as blind to the
assembled company and as deeply preoccupied as herself. Before each there
was a terrible ordeal. As for Talbot, she was to be the central figure,
and how could she perform her part? For Talbot it was a simple matter to
sum up the whole situation. She could either consent or refuse. But for
Brooke there was a harder task. It was for him to try to discover some way
of saving a friend, whom to save was an impossibility. And so all that
Talbot suffered was likewise suffered by Brooke, who, in addition, had his
own peculiar sufferings to bear, while Talbot, in addition to her own
sufferings, was afflicted still more by the full knowledge of all that
Brooke was undergoing.
While Harry was talking with Russell he threw a casual glance around, and
caught the outline of Talbot's figure. He saw--what? Only the priest, as
he thought. It was enough for him. A mere priest was a profoundly
uninteresting personage. His eyes saw no deeper than the external dress,
and he went on talking with Russell.
Two or three more soldiers now came in, until at length there were about a
dozen. All the other soldiers were outside. At any other time this unusual
ceremony would have attracted a few idle gazers; but just now all the rest
of the men were intent upon the important business of breakfast, which was
just being ladled out to each from a huge caldron.
Now Rita entered, and with her came Katie, leaning feebly on her arm.
Lopez followed.
At the sight of these two women Russell and Harry stopped their
conversation abruptly. For each one the sight was an overwhelming
sensation. To Russell it was as though his last hour had come. Here was
his persecutor, his tormentor, who was resolved to marry him whether he
would or not. He had confided his griefs to Harry, but had been unable to
obtain from him any satisfactory advice. What should he do? He could not
say; he could not even think. Could he dare to say "No," when Lopez and
Rita and the priest and all the soldiers expected "Yes?" Could he face the
awful result of disobedience to Lopez, of defiance to Rita? His whole
nature shrank back in terror from the thought, and prompted him, in this
dire emergency, of two evils to choose the least.
To Harry, also, the sight of Katie was equally overwhelming. He was struck
dumb. He stood rooted to the spot, while wonder, suspicion, and fear all
struggled together within him.
What was the meaning of all this? A marriage?--a marriage of this Spanish
captain? With whom? Who was the bride? What was Katie doing here? And why
was Katie coming here in such a manner, with downcast eyes, death-pale
face, and drooping, trembling figure, scarce able to walk, and leaning so
heavily upon the arm of this Spanish woman? Such were the questions which
Harry, in his bewilderment, asked himself and could not answer. To see
Katie thus was like the stroke of a thunder-bolt, and he was dumb with
wonder. She came with no word, no smile, no look for him; she came like a
helpless victim destined for the sacrifice.
Ashby also saw all of this! He had felt already the extremest bitterness
toward Katie, yet the sight of her now was powerful enough to awaken
within him the deepest pity. What was the meaning of this? Was Katie the
bride? Was she about to marry Lopez? Was this the revenge which Lopez had
planned? It was manifestly so; and yet why had Katie consented? He could
not understand it. It seemed like a fresh proof of her frivolity and
falsity; and at such an exhibition he felt bewildered. She had been false
to him for the sake of Rivers; was she also false to Rivers for the sake
of Lopez?
And yet, in spite of such thoughts as these, Ashby was full of pity for
her. He could not help it. And justly so; for hard indeed must that heart
have been which could have remained unmoved at such a sight. Never was a
bride seen more despairing. There was agony in her face, and in her
attitude, and in her gestures. It was not a bride that he saw; it was a
victim. It was an altar of sacrifice upon which Katie was to be offered
up--not an altar of love.
And thus Ashby, like Harry, stood overwhelmed at this unexpected sight.
Harry felt an almost irrepressible impulse to spring forward and greet
her, but something there was in her look which deterred him. It was her
face of despair, her attitude of utter weakness and prostration, her
downcast eyes, her averted look. He could not move; he was petrified.
There came over him something like a feeling of horror. He shuddered at
the sight. All his thoughts and all his soul were fixed on her, while he
kept asking himself, What is this? What does it mean? A marriage? And is
this the bride--Katie?
Meanwhile Lopez had taken up a position at the upper end of the room, and,
looking around with a sarcastic smile, began to make a few remarks:
"Senors," said he, "I have done myself the honor of requesting your
company on this occasion, so as to have your presence on the happiest
moment of my life, on the joyful moment when I am to be united in the holy
bonds of matrimony to one whom I have long loved, and whom I have at last
won by rescuing her from a fearful peril. I shall expect your warmest
congratulations; but however warm they may be, they cannot be adequate to
the occasion that calls them forth."
At this speech Harry stood transfixed. Then his whole nature and aspect
changed instantly and utterly. His face grew death-white, there glowed a
burning spot on each cheek, and his eyes, as he stared at Lopez, blazed
with the fury of a madman.
"Senor," said he, feverishly and in a loud voice, "who is the lady?"
Lopez smiled scornfully, and took Katie's cold hand in his.
"This," said he, "is the lady--my chosen bride."
Scarce was the action done, scarce were the words spoken, when Harry's
hand, quick as lightning, had plunged into his breast pocket and snatched
forth a revolver. In an instant it was levelled. Lopez saw the act, and
with rapid presence of mind dropped Katie's hand and flung himself flat on
the floor.
At the same instant two shots in immediate succession came from Harry's
revolver. In another instant Lopez was on his feet, and had bounded
against his assailant. A fierce struggle followed. Harry hurled Lopez to
the floor; but the soldiers rushed up, and those without, hearing the
noise, hurried in. All was the wildest confusion, in the midst of which
was Harry struggling like a wild beast with overpowering numbers. He was
at length held fast by the fierce soldiers, who wished to kill him on the
spot, but were restrained by Lopez.
"Tie his hands behind him," he cried, in a loud voice, "and leave him
here. Don't hurt him. It's nothing at all. It's all a mistake."
But amidst the crowd of those who rushed upon Harry, Katie, with a wild
scream, had flung herself; and as they now retreated at the command of
their leader, she caught her prostrate lover in her arms, and fainted.
Lopez dragged her away rudely. Harry, with his hands tied behind him, rose
up and looked all around in despair.
Amidst that wild uproar, Talbot had been roused from her deep abstraction.
She looked up, and as the struggle subsided she saw rising full before her
out of the crowd of combatants the face of Harry Rivers. She recognized
it, and there came over her heart a cold shudder, followed by a dark
despair, in comparison with which her late troubles now seemed trivial.
For this was Harry Rivers, the man for whose sake she had come to Spain!