Doubtless, the reader will be anxious to hear by what wonderful event
Colonel Gauntlett and his man, Mitchell, had escaped from the death they
were supposed to have suffered, and whether poor Bowse, and any of the
survivors of his crew, had been equally fortunate; but, as I have matter
of still more importance to communicate in this chapter, I must entreat
him to have patience till I can return to that part of my history. We
left the old pirate, Vlacco, on his way, by Nina's directions, to give
his assistance to any who might have survived the wreck of the Greek
mistico. He had no particular wish to turn philanthropist in his old
age, so he went rather in a sulky humour, as he would very much rather
have knocked them on the head than have had, not only to save their
lives, but to refrain from touching any of their property. The orders
of his chief's lady were, however, not to be disobeyed; so he and his
companions hurried on as fast as they could go with the rope and spars
they had with them.
"Ah! there she drives," he muttered. "She might just as well have come
on shore here, and saved me the trouble of going so far. The boat is
well handled though, and her crew don't seem inclined to give it up to
the last. They don't know what they are coming to, or they would be
throwing up their arms in despair. Well, it's some people's fate to be
hung, and some to be drowned, so they must have made up their minds to
go out of the world in the last way."
He walked on for some distance further, by which time the little mistico
was close in with the rocks.
"I don't know though," he continued. "She has got past Point Ausa, and
I'm not quite so certain that she won't run right up into Ziyra Bay.
So, by the saints, she has; and if she had tried to get there, she could
not have done it better. Now, on my sons, or the sea will be too quick
for us, and will have carried those strangers away before we get there."
A few minutes more brought him and his party to the edge of a lofty
cliff, from whence they looked down into a small sandy bay, where,
already almost high and dry, lay the mistico they had seen approaching
the shore. The entrance to the bay was through a very narrow passage
between two rocks, which could only just have allowed her to scrape
through; but once inside, the force of the sea was so much broken by
them that she had received little or no damage. The waves were,
however, sufficiently high to break over her, and almost to fill her, so
that the crew were compelled to land as fast as they could. This they
accomplished by dropping down from the little stump of a bowsprit as the
water receded, and running up on to the dry sand before it returned.
"You are lucky fellows to get on shore so easily," muttered old Vlacco.
"But now you are there, you are very like mice in a trap, you cannot get
out without my assistance."
From the appearance of the bay, there seemed to be much truth in his
observation, for so perpendicular were the cliffs, that no one could by
any possibility, have scaled them.
He counted the people as they landed, and saw that there were four men
and a boy; and he was now watching to learn what they would do. There
was, as he was well aware, a narrow pathway cut up the side of the
cliff; but the lower part was concealed, by leading into a small cavern,
so that no strangers were likely to find it. It had been formed,
probably, in the days when the island was a regular fortress, and had
been thus arranged, that no enemy should land there, and take them
unawares.
The crew of the mistico immediately set to work to try and find their
way to the summit of the cliff; and it was while they were so doing that
Vlacco showed himself. He went to the lowest part of the cliff, and
beckoned to them to come under it, and then driving two of the spars
into the ground, he made a rope fast to them, and lowered it over the
cliff. It was immediately seized by the boy, who, with the agility of a
monkey, commenced hauling himself up by it, towards the summit. It was
nervous work to see him now swinging in the air, now placing his feet on
the narrow ledges of the rock, and thus making play for a few yards to
rest his arms. At last, he stood safely at the top, and taking off his
cap, cheered to his companions to follow his example.
"Many thanks, signor," he said, addressing Vlacco in a language which
sounded something like Maltese, to which nation he apparently belonged,
by his dress and the excessively dark hue of his skin.
One after the other followed, till the whole crew were safely landed.
They were all dressed as Maltese; but one of them addressed Vlacco in
Romaic, and said--
"He and his shipmates had to thank him for the assistance he had
afforded them. If our master was here, he would thank you, too; but,
poor fellow, he and the mate were washed overboard, and we now know not
where we have got to, or where to go. We must get you and your friends
on shore here to aid us in getting our vessel afloat, and we must then
try to find our way back to Malta."
"You'll not find that so easy," muttered the old pirate. "But how came
you to hit the bay in the clever way you did? No one could have done it
better who knows the island well."
"Our good luck served us, and our prayers to the saints wore
efficacious," returned the Maltese. "We did not expect to succeed so
well, I can assure you."
"Some people are not born to be drowned," muttered, in a gruff voice,
the old pirate, who, since he had given up robbing on his own account,
had no further fears on the score of the alternative generally
mentioned. "You're in luck, I say; and since you happen not to be food
for fishes, as I expected you would be by this time, I must tell you,
that I have orders to bring you into the presence of the chief lady of
this island, by whose directions I came all this way to try and save
your lives, for I should not have taken so much trouble of my own
accord, I can tell you."
"The chief lady of the island," repeated the Maltese, who saw that it
would be folly to take notice of the rude tone a the old man's
observations. "Who is she, friend?"
"Who is she? Why, the wife, or mistress, or lady love, or whatever you
like to call her, of our chief, Zappa," answered Vlacco.
"Ah?" ejaculated the Maltese, and he turned to one of his companions,
and interpreted what he had heard in a language Vlacco did not
understand.
It seemed much to affect the man, who was a young, dark-skinned Maltese,
though with features more of the European cast than theirs generally
are. He spoke a few words to the interpreter, who then said--
"But, tell me, my friend, is the lady you speak of a Greek of these
islands, or a stranger? We are anxious to know who our intended
benefactress is."
"I don't see how it matters to you, who or what she is, provided she is
of service to you," returned the pirate. "But as you want to know, I'll
tell you, she's a foreigner, and our chief seems very fond of her; and
she is of him, I should think, by the way she looks at him. Will that
answer serve you?"
The interpreter repeated what he had heard to his companion, who was
evidently greatly agitated, though he tried to master his feelings, so
as not to allow them to attract the attention of the islanders. He was
able to say a few words to the interpreter, who immediately asked--
"Has the lady been long in the island, or has she lately arrived,
friend?"
"I am not going to answer any more of your questions," replied old
Vlacco, who had gradually been losing the little amiability he ever
possessed. "I don't know why I said anything at all to you. My orders
were to see you safely into the lady's tower, where I must lock you up;
and, as soon as our chief comes back, if he takes my advice, he'll heave
you all off the top of the cliff together."
"What, is your chief absent then?" said the Maltese, with a gleam of
satisfaction in his countenance.
"He is," replied Vlacco.
"Where has he gone, friend?" asked the persevering interpreter.
"Hough," was all the old pirate would answer.
"When do you expect him back, friend?" inquired the interpreter.
To this Vlacco would not deign a "Hough;" but looked as if he was very
much inclined to shove his interlocutor over the cliff.
This put an effectual stop to further conversation with any of the
islanders; but the strangers continued every now and then, making
observations to each other in a low tone, as they proceeded on their way
to the tower.
Old Vlacco hurried them on to the causeway, and past the eastern tower,
which was the one where Ada Garden resided, till they reached the
habitation of poor Nina. He then opened the door, rudely shoved them
all in, and told them to amuse themselves as they best could in the
dark, while he went to inform the lady of their arrival.
The fury of the summer tempest had subsided, and the dark masses of
clouds had passed away, leaving only a few loitering stragglers to
follow, in order to restore the sky to all its usual brightness. The
untiring waves still continued lashing the base of the rocks; but their
roar had lessened, and the white foam no longer flew in showers of spray
up the steep cliffs.
Ada Garden and the young Italian sat at the window watching for the
appearance of the shipwrecked mariners. As Ada saw them at a distance,
she at once recognised them from their dress as Maltese, and she longed
to question them, to learn if they had come lately from their native
island, and could give her any information respecting the vessels of war
which were there; and whether the _Ione_ had yet sailed for England.
At all events, she thought, if they could effect their escape, they
might convey intelligence of her situation to Malta; and she doubted
not, trusting to the chivalry of her countrymen, that even should
Captain Fleetwood have sailed for England, every effort would be made
for her release. She whispered her hopes to Nina, who understood and
promised to forward her wishes.
"I should much like to speak with these poor men myself," she observed.
"But my so doing might excite suspicions which might effectually
counteract it, and bring destruction on their heads."
"Fear not, lady; I will speak to them, and urge them to convey tidings
of you," said Nina. "For though I think not my husband would allow
innocent men to be injured, yet of late he has done acts and said things
which make me very wretched, though I do not comprehend them. Even
Paolo has of late come to see me but seldom, and is more silent and
reserved than I ever before remember him. I know not where it will all
end, but now and then dark shadows pass before my sight, and congregate
in the distance, till the whole future seems full of them. But I rave,
lady. Ah! here come the strangers."
Ada had scarcely listened to what her companion was saying, so intently
had she been watching the Maltese seamen. Her heart beat so quick with
agitation, that she felt it would overcome her strength; hope and fear
rose alternately in her bosom, yet she was sure she was not mistaken.
Notwithstanding the disguise, the dark-stained skin, she was as certain
nearly as of her own existence, that she beheld Charles Fleetwood. Love
cannot be mistaken. And yet his air and walk were not as usual; the
independent, buoyant step was not there, the free, bold carriage of the
gallant sailor was gone, and he seemed to drag on his steps as if weary
of life, instead of being engaged in an expedition, which she well knew
must be to rescue her. She had loved him before, but as she now saw him
risking his liberty and his life for her, all the tenderest feelings of
a woman's nature gushed forth, and she longed to rush into his arms to
tell him of her gratitude, and deep, undying devotion. She longed to
call him to make him look up, to soothe his heart by letting him know of
her safety; but prudence restrained her; she felt that the slightest
sign of recognition might prove his destruction, and she endeavoured to
conceal her feelings even from him. But the quick glance of the young
Italian soon discovered that she was suffering from some powerful
emotion, and the direction of her eyes betrayed the cause. She at once
saw that there was some one she knew, but as Ada said nothing, she
thought it kinder not to utter her suspicions.
"I shall soon discover when I see them together," she said, mentally.
"And I will not agitate her by asking her questions."
In her heart of hearts, Nina hoped that the strangers would be able to
assist Ada in her flight, for though she felt herself attracted to the
beautiful stranger, she was not the less anxious to get her safe out of
the island.
Nina accordingly rose to take her departure, observing that the storm
was over, and that she must hasten to make arrangements about the
shipwrecked strangers, and to send for her brother to aid her, as they
were not likely to receive much assistance or commiseration from Vlacco.
She looked attentively at Ada as she said this, and the expression of
thankfulness which she saw on her countenance convinced her still more
that she was right in her conjectures.
As soon as the shipwrecked seamen found themselves alone, the one who
had hitherto appeared of the least importance, and had been seen to put
on so dejected an air, on hearing that they were to be conducted into
the presence of the chief's wife, was now evidently considered by the
rest as their leader. By a strenuous effort he aroused himself,
observing, in a language which was much more like pure English than
Maltese, "We must, while we can, examine the condition of the fortress
in which we are confined; we may find it necessary to try and let
ourselves out. Except the door, there seems, however, to be no outlet;
but there is a gleam of light coming down from the further corner, and
there must be an aperture to let it through."
"I will go in, and see all about it," exclaimed the Maltese lad, also
speaking remarkably good English, and in a few minutes, his voice was
heard calling on his companions to find their way to the foot of the
steps, and to follow him into the chamber above.
In a few minutes, the whole party were assembled in the apartment I have
described as the pirate's chief store-room.
"The enemies have chosen to put us in possession of the fortress, and
have given us every means of keeping it," exclaimed the Maltese lad,
examining the arms and ammunition. "All we have to do, is to barricade
the door below, and we might hold out a long siege."
"And very little use that would be, when our object is to get away as
fast as we can," returned another. "However, we know where to find a
good supply of arms if we want them."
Meantime, their leader, and the one who had acted as interpreter, had
gone together into the story above.
"It is too true, then," exclaimed the first, after they had examined the
apartment, looking as if he could scarcely restrain his grief. "This is
evidently a lady's chamber, and furnished, too, with all the luxury and
treasure the pirate would lavish on his wife. Yet it cannot be hers. I
know her too well--gentle and affectionate as she is, she would die
rather than submit to such degradation. But what is this?" he took up a
book, which lay on the table.
It was one he had often seen in the hands of Ada Garden, and her name
was on the title-page. Charles Fleetwood, for he it was who had come to
rescue her he loved, as he discovered this fatal confirmation of his
worst fears, covered his face with his hands, and groaned. But he
quickly recovered himself.
"No, no--I will not believe it. The thought is too horrible--too
dreadful. I wrong her to entertain it for an instant. Yet, who can be
this lady the old pirate spoke of? He said she would soon be here.
Would to heaven she were come?"
The whole party had just collected together in the lower story, when
they heard the gate open, and, a female figure appeared at the entrance.
Captain Fleetwood's heart beat audibly, for, during the first moment, he
could not tell whether it might not be Ada Garden; but the next, a gleam
of light, and to him it was one of sunshine, exhibited a graceful and
beautiful person; but a stranger. In his satisfaction, he was very
nearly forgetting himself, and rushing forward to inquire for Ada. She
stopped to address the old pirate, who had opened the gate.
"You have treated these poor men with scant hospitality, thrusting them
down here, wet and hungry," she observed to him, in an angry tone.
"Conduct them up to my room, and I will inquire whence they come, and
how they happened to be cast on the shore. Send, also, for Signor
Paolo, for some of them seem hurt, and may require his aid; and, good
Vlacco, see that food be supplied to them, of the best the island
affords, and let a chamber be prepared for them in the house, near to
the room where my brother sleeps. We will, at least, endeavour to be
hospitable to the few strangers who are ever likely to visit our
shores."
Nina ascended to her chamber, into which Vlacco directly afterwards
ushered the Maltese seamen. She inclined her head in acknowledgment to
the reverence they made her, and then ordered Vlacco to retire, and to
fulfil her directions.
"Do any of you speak Italian?" she asked in that language.
"_Si, signora_, I do," said Fleetwood, stepping forward. "I am also
eager, in the name of my comrades, to thank you for your interference in
our favour; nor are we at all assured, that without it, our lives would
have been safe, had we fallen into the hands of some of those
islanders."
"As to that," returned Nina, "I cannot say. They are rude men, and are
little accustomed to encounter strangers. But I am glad to be of
service to you, and will be of more, if you can point out the way."
"The greatest you can render us, signora, will be to order some twenty
or thirty men to aid us in launching our mistico. She is, fortunately,
uninjured, and we may thus be enabled to continue our voyage."
"They shall do so to-morrow morning, by which time the sea will be
calm," said Nina. "I have ordered lodging and food to be prepared for
you. And tell me, can I, in any other way, serve you?"
Fleetwood felt a strong inclination to confide in her completely.
Before, he had dreaded seeing Ada as the mistress of the tower; and now,
he almost wished that she had been, for the dreadful thought occurred to
him that she might be dead. He was considering how he should frame some
question to learn the truth, when his eye fell on the book, which he
knew contained her name. He took it up, and, as if by chance, his eye
had now, for the first time, seen it, he pointed it out to Nina.
"Lady," he said, "do you know the person to whom this book belongs?"
"No," returned Nina; "I know no lady of that name--but stay. Is the
lady young, and fair, and beautiful, for, if so, I have just parted with
her?"
"She is, she is!" exclaimed Fleetwood, in a voice of agitation, the
colour rushing to his face, and showing through the darkly-stained skin.
"Where is she, lady? Oh, tell me!"
Nina smiled.
"You have betrayed yourself, signor," she answered. "But you may
confide in me--I will not injure you. I thought from the first, that
you were not a common seaman, in spite of your costume. Such speak not
with the accent you do. You take a great interest in this fair girl.
Confess it."
"I do, signora; and, moreover, I would risk everything to rescue her."
"I thought as much," returned Nina. "I may find means to serve you--and
will do so. But remember, signor, that I may also some day call upon
you to assist one who, although you may look upon him as an enemy, may
demand your aid. Promise me that, should I ever require it, you will
exert all your energies--you will strive to the utmost--you will even
risk your life and safety, if I demand it of you, to serve him I will
not now name. Say you will do this, and you enable me to do all you
require. Otherwise, I cannot; for in aiding your wishes, I am
disobeying his orders, and I cannot justify my conduct to myself."
"You must remember, signora, that a naval officer, and, I confess to
you, that I am one, owes his first duty to his country; next that,
gladly will I obey your wishes," returned Fleetwood. "If any one, in
whom you take interest, is in difficulty, and I have the means to save
him, I promise, faithfully, to do so. More, I cannot say. Will that
satisfy you?"
"It does. Say, whence did you come--and whither were you bound, when
you were driven on this coast. It may be necessary to show that I have
not forgotten the most important part of the examination."
"We come from Malta and were bound for Smyrna, but were driven out of
our course by a gale of wind, in which we lost our master and mate. Our
vessel was wrecked, and becoming the purchasers of the mistico, we
endeavoured to find our way home in her. None of us, however,
understanding navigation, we were afraid to continue our voyage till we
found some one to supply their place. This, lady, is the story we have
to tell, to account for our appearance on the island; but, in one point,
believe me, I do not deceive you, when I assure you, that we come not
here to injure, in any way, the chief of this island."
"Enough, signor; I trust to you," replied Nina. "I will now have you
and your companions conducted to the apartments prepared for you. There
is but small habitable space in the castle, extensive as it once was,
and it would lead to suspicions were you to be better lodged."
She clapped her hands, and little Mila appeared, to conduct the
strangers to the abode Nina had selected for them.
Left alone, she stood, for an instant, a picture of misery.
"Alas, alas!" she repeated to herself, "everything I hear and see
convinces me that his course is one full of danger, if not, also, of
crime. But I am acting for the best, and am gaining a power which may
serve him at his utmost need. I am doing what is right."
Poor Nina, the idol she had set up was gradually changing his god-like
radiance for a sombre hue, his heavenly countenance for one of dark
malignity. So must all false idols change. The brighter and more
beautiful they appear at first, the blacker and more hideous will they
become.
The adventurers had retired to rest. Their couches were composed of
heather, scattered along the sides of the room; but it was covered with
thick cloths and rugs, and formed no contemptible resting-place; their
drenched clothes had been well dried, and they had enjoyed a plentiful
meal. Even Fleetwood had done justice to it; and the Maltese lad, who
was no other than our friend Jack Raby, astonished little Mila by the
prodigious extent of his midshipman's appetite.
Another seeming Maltese was a person the reader is probably not prepared
to meet. He was our friend Bowse, late master of the _Zodiac_, who,
having been rescued from the fate which hung over him, had entreated
Captain Fleetwood to be permitted to accompany him, and to share his
dangers in recovering Miss Garden.
The Greek captain, Teodoro Vassilato, was the person who had acted as
interpreter. He had once been taken prisoner by the pirates, and having
a little private revenge of his own to satisfy, he had offered his
services, which were too valuable to be refused.
The last person was really a Maltese seaman, long a faithful attendant
on Fleetwood. He was to be put forward as the most prominent person,
should any doubt arise as to their being really Maltese.
As the reader may have suspected, the shipwreck was the result of design
rather than chance or mismanagement; and though they had long been
waiting for a gale of wind, better to account for it, and as the most
certain means of getting a footing on the island, they had scarcely
bargained for one of such violence.
As, however, Captain Vassilato was confident of the spot, they resolved
to stand on. They well knew the danger they were running--for they felt
that it would be almost certain death, should the pirates discover them;
but they had strung up their nerves for the work, and all were anxious
to serve Captain Fleetwood, and to rescue Ada Garden from captivity.
Fleetwood had thrown himself on his couch, thinking of Ada, and
pondering how he might beat obtain an interview with her, when the door
slowly opened, and a dark figure entered, holding a light in his hand.
He attentively scrutinised the countenances of the sleepers, and then
stopping before Fleetwood, he threw the light full on his face, so as to
awaken him thoroughly, had he slept, and beckoned to him.
Fleetwood sprang to his feet.
"Follow me, signor," whispered the stranger, in Italian. "I have come
to conduct you into the presence of one you have long wished to meet."
"To the English lady?" he asked, his voice trembling with agitation.
The stranger laid his finger on his lips as a signal of silence, and
beckoned him to follow.