IN CAPTIVITY HOLLOW.
The hut wherein I passed the first month of my captivity was of a more
solid construction than is customary at so great a height, and had
been built by the order of Count Lukstein for a shelter when the chase
brought him hitherwards. For the hillside was covered with a dense
forest of fir-trees in which chamois abounded, and now and again,
though 'twas never my lot to come across one, a bear might be
discovered.
The hut had a sort of vestibule paved with cobble-stones and roofed
with pine-wood. From this hall a room led out upon either side, though
only that upon the right hand was used by the wood-cutters who dwelt
here. Of these there were two, and they lived and slept in the one
room, cooking the gruel or porridge, which formed our chief food, in a
great cauldron slung over a rough fireplace of stones in the centre of
the floor. There was no chimney to carry off the smoke, not so much as
a hole in the wall; but the smoke found its way out as best it might
through the door. From the hall a ladder led up through a trap-door
into a loft above, and as soon as we had supped, Groder bade me mount
it, and followed me himself. The wood-cutters below removed the
ladder, Groder closed the trap, and, spreading some branches of fir
upon it, laid him down and went to sleep. I followed his example in
the matter of making my bed, but, as you may believe, I got little
sleep that night. For one thing my arms and legs were now become so
swollen and painful that it tortured me even to move them, and it was
full two days before I was sufficiently recovered to be able to
descend from the loft. By that time Otto had got him back to the
valley, and I was left under the authority of Groder, which he used
without scruple or intermission. Each morning at daybreak the ladder
was hoisted to the loft. We descended and despatched a hasty
breakfast; thereupon I was given an axe, and the four of us proceeded
into the forest, where we felled trees the day long. Through the gaps
in the clearings I would look across the valley to the bleak rocks and
naked snow-fields, and thoughts of English meadows knee-deep in grass,
and of rooks cawing through a summer afternoon, would force themselves
into my mind until I grew well-nigh daft with longing for a sight of
them. At nightfall we returned to the hut and partook of a meal, and
no words wasted. When the meal was finished I was straightway banished
to my loft, where I lay in the dark, and heard through the floor the
wood-cutters breaking into all sorts of rough jests and songs now that
I was no longer present to check their merriment For towards me they
consistently showed the greatest taciturnity and sullen reserve. 'Twas
seldom that any one except Groder addressed a word to me, and in truth
I would lief he had been as silent as the rest. For when he opened his
mouth 'twas only to utter some command in a harsh, growling tone as
though he spoke to a cur, and to couple thereto a coarse and unseemly
oath.
For a time I endured this servitude in an extraordinary barrenness of
mind. Not even the thought of escape stirred me to activity. The
sudden misfortune which had befallen me seemed to have numbed and
dulled all but my bodily faculties. Moreover the long and arduous
labour, to which I was set, wearied me in the extreme, and each
evening I came back so broken with fatigue that I wished for nothing
so much as to climb into my loft and stretch myself out upon my
branches in the dark, though even then I was often too tired to sleep,
and so would lie hour after hour counting the seconds by the pulsing
of my sinews.
After a couple of weeks had gone by, however, I began to take some
notice of the place of my captivity, and to seek whether by any means
I might compass my escape. For I recalled, with an apprehension which
quickened speedily, as I dwelt upon it, into a panic of terror, the
singular prophecy and sentence which the Countess had flung at me. I
began to see myself already sinking into a dull apathy, performing my
daily task, with no thought beyond my physical needs, until I became
one with these coarse peasants in spirit and mind.
What else, I reflected, could happen? Remote from all intercourse or
companionship, with not so much as a single book to divert me,
labouring with my hands from dawn to dusk, and guarded ever by
ignorant boors who reckoned me not worth even their speech--what else
could I become? 'Twould need far less than a lifetime to work the
transformation!
But, however carefully I watched, I could by no means come at the
opportunity of an evasion. At night, as I have said, Groder shared the
loft with me, and slept over the trap-door; nor was there any window
or other opening through which I might drop to the ground, since the
roof reached down to the flooring upon every side. This roof consisted
of a thatch of boughs, and of large sheets of bark superimposed upon
them, and weighted down by heavy stones. One night, indeed, when
Groder lay snoring, I endeavoured to force an opening through the
thatch; but I had no help beyond what my hands afforded me--for they
took my axe from me every night as soon as we got back to the hut--and
I was compelled, moreover, to work with the greatest caution and
quietude lest I should awaken my companion; so that I got nothing for
my pains but a few scratches and an additional fatigue to carry
through the morrow.
Nor, indeed, was my case any better in the day-time. We all worked in
the same clearing, and at no single moment was I out of sight of my
gaolers.
But even had I succeeded in eluding them, I doubt whether at this time
I should have been any nearer the fulfilment of my desire. For I knew
not so much as the direction of Lukstein, and I should only have
wandered helpless amongst these heights until either I was recaptured
or perished miserably upon the desolate wastes of snow.
The hut stood in the centre of a little hollow, on the brink of a
torrent, and was girt about by a rim of hills. There was, indeed, but
one outlet, and that a precipitous gully, through which the water
rushed with a great roaring noise, and I gathered from this that it
fell pretty sheer. I was the more inclined to this conjecture, since
had the gully afforded a path it would have been the natural entrance
into the hollow, and I knew that I had not been brought that way, else
I must needs have remarked the roar of the stream sooner than I did.
For that sound only came to my ears when I was but a short distance
from the hut.
If you stood with your back to the door of the hut, the noise came
from directly behind you. On your right rose the pine-forest wherein
we laboured, very steep and dense, to the crest of a hill; on your
left a barren wilderness, encumbered by stones, sloped up to the foot
of a great field of snow, which grew steeper and steeper towards its
summit. Here and there great masses of ice bulged out from the
incline, like nothing so much as the bosses of shields. I was rather
apt to underrate the size and danger of these, until one day a
fragment, which seemed in comparison no greater than a pea, broke away
from one of these bosses and dropped on to the slope beneath,
starting, as it were, a little rillet of snow down the hillside. On
the instant the hollow was filled with a great thunder, as though a
battery of cannon had been discharged; and I should hardly have
believed this fragment could have produced so great a disturbance, had
not the Tyrolese looked across the valley, and by their words to one
another assured me it was so.
In front of you, the head of this hollow was blocked up by a tongue of
ice, which wound downwards like some huge dragon, and the stream of
which I have spoken flowed from the tip of it, as though the dragon
spewed the water from its mouth. It was then apparent to me from these
observations that I had been carried into this prison by some track
through the pine-forest, and I set myself to the discovery of it. But
whether the wood-cutters kept aloof from it, or whether it was in
reality indistinguishable, I could perceive no trace of it. At one
point on the crest of the hill there was a marked depression, and I
judged that there lay the true entrance; but through the gap I could
see nothing but a sea of white, with dark peaks of rock tossed this
way and that, and dreaded much adventuring myself that way.
It soon came upon me, however, that in whichever way I determined to
make my attempt, I must needs delay the actual enterprise until the
spring; for we were now in the month of November, and the snow falling
very thickly, so that for some while we worked knee-deep in snow. Then
one morning Groder and his comrades once more bound my hands and
bandaged my eyes, and we set off to pass the winter in one of the
lower valleys. On this occasion I took such notice as I could of our
direction, and from the diminishing sound of the waterfall, I
understood that we marched for some distance towards the head of the
valley, and then turned to the right through the pine-forest.
Evidently we were making for the gap in the ridge of the hill, and I
determined to pay particular heed to the course which we followed down
the other side. Again, however, I was led in a continual zigzag, first
to the right, then to the left, and with such irregular distances
between each turn that it became impossible to keep a clear notion of
our direction. At times, too, we would retrace our steps, at others we
seemed to be describing the greater part of a circle; so that in the
end, when we finally reached our quarters, I was little wiser than at
the moment of setting out.
There were some five or six cottages in the ravine whither we were
come, and one of them most undeniably an inn; for though I was not
suffered to go there myself--nor, indeed, had I any inclination that
way--my guardians frequently brought back upon their tongues and in
their faces evidence as convincing as a sign swinging above the door.
In truth if the house was not an inn, it possessed the most hospitable
master in the world.
None the less strictly, however, on this account was the watch
maintained upon me; for if Groder and his fellows chanced to be
incapacitated for the time, there were ever some peasants from the
neighbouring cottages ready to fill their place; though, indeed, there
was but little necessity for their zeal, for the snow lay many feet
deep upon the ground, and the only path along which one could travel
at all led down to the more populous parts of the valley, through
which, at this time of the year, it would be impossible to escape. One
could journey no faster than at a snail's pace, and would leave,
besides, an unmistakable trail for the pursuers.
These winter months proved the most irksome of my captivity, my sole
occupation being the plaiting of ropes from the flax which was grown
about these parts. At this tedious and mechanic labour I toiled for
many hours a day, in an exceeding great vacancy of spirit, until I hit
upon a plan by which I might exercise my mind without hindering the
work of my fingers. 'Twas my terror lest my wits should wither for
lack of use that first set me on the device; since, indeed, it
mattered little how or when Countess Ilga discovered that I had slain
her husband. She _had_ discovered it; that was the kernel of the
matter, and the searching out of the means whereby she gained the
knowledge no more than an idle cracking of the shell into little
fragments after the kernel has been removed.
Many incidents, of course, became intelligible to me now that I knew
whose portrait the miniature box contained. The sudden swoon of Lady
Tracy in the hall at Pall Mall was now easily accounted for. The
moment before I had been speaking of the miniature, and Lady Tracy
knew--what I could not know--that Ilga held a proof of her
acquaintanceship with the Count, and would be certain to attribute it
as the cause of his death. It was doubtless, also, that piece of
knowledge which drove her to such a pitch of fear that on seeing the
Countess at Bristol she disclosed the story to her brother and
besought his protection. I understood, moreover, the drift of the
words which Marston was uttering when death took him. He meant to ask
a question, not to make an explanation.
Concerning those events, however, which more nearly concerned myself I
was not so clear. I had no clue whereby I could ascertain how the
Countess first came to fix her suspicions upon me, and in the absence
of that, my speculations were the merest conjectures. Much of course
was significant to me which I had disregarded, as, for instance, the
journey of Countess Lukstein to Bristol, the diagram which she had
drawn on the gravel under the piazza of Covent Garden, the perplexity
with which she had regarded the diagram, and the sudden start she had
given when I mentioned the date of my departure from Leyden. For I
remembered that she had previously remarked the Horace when she came
to visit me; and in that volume the date "September 14, 1685," was
inscribed on the page opposite to Julian's outline of Lukstein.
These details, now that I was aware she suspected me at that time,
were full of significance, but they gave me no help towards the
solving of that first question as to what directed her thoughts my
way. It seemed to me, indeed, as I looked back upon the incidents of
our acquaintance, that the Countess, almost from our first meeting,
had begun to set her husband's death to my account.
One thing, however, I did clearly recognise, and for that recognition
I shall ever be most gratefully thankful. 'Twas of far more importance
to me than any academic speculations, and I do but cite them here that
I may show how I came by it. I perceived that 'twas not so much any
investigation on the part of the Countess which had betrayed me to
her, as my own wilful and independent actions. Of my own free choice I
came from Cumberland to seek her; of my own free choice I brought her
to my rooms, where she saw the Horace; of my own free choice I joined
her in the box at the Duke's Theatre, and so led Marston to speak of
my ride to Bristol; and again of my own free choice I had persuaded
Lady Tracy to enter the house in Pall Mall and confront my mistress.
Even in the matter of the diagram, 'twas my anxiety and insistence to
prove that Lady Tracy and I were strangers which induced me to dwell
upon the date of my leaving Holland, and so gave to the Countess the
clue to resolve her perplexity. In short, my very efforts at
concealment were the means by which suspicion was ratified and
assured, and I could not but believe that Providence in its great
wisdom had so willed it. 'Tis that belief and conviction for which I
have ever been most grateful; for it enheartened me with patience to
endure my present sufferings, and saved me, in particular, from
cherishing a petty rancour and resentment against the lady who
inflicted them.
I had yet one other consolation during this winter. For at times Otto
Krax would come up from the valley to inquire after the prisoner. At
first he would but stay for the night and so get him back; but his
visits gradually lengthened and grew more frequent, an odd friendship
springing up between us. For one thing, I was attracted to him because
he came from Lukstein, and, indeed, might have had speech with
Countess Ilga upon the very day of his coming. But, besides that,
there was a certain dignity about the man which set him apart from
these rude peasants, and made his companionship very welcome. He
showed his good-will towards me by recounting at great length all that
happened at Lukstein, and on the eve of the Epiphany, which 'tis the
fashion of this people to celebrate with much rejoicing, he brought me
a pipe and a packet of tobacco. No present could have been more
grateful, and it touched me to notice his pleasure when I manifested
my delight. We went out of the cottage together, and sat smoking in
the starlight upon a boulder, and I remember that he told me one might
see upon this evening a woman in white clothing, with a train of
little ragged children chattering and clattering behind her. 'Twas
Procula, the wife of Pontius Pilate, he explained. 'Twas her penance
to wander over the world until the last day attended by the souls of
all children that died before they had been baptized, and at the
season of the Epiphany she ever passed through the valleys of the
Tyrol. However, we saw naught of her that night.
Early in May Groder carried me back to the hollow, and I began
seriously to consider in what way I should be most like to effect my
escape. At any cost I was firmly resolved to venture the attempt, and
during this summer too, dreading the thought of a second winter of
such unendurable monotony as that through which I had passed.
We were now set to drag from the hillside to the brink of the torrent
the wood which we had felled in the autumn, so that as the stream
swelled with the melting of the snows we might send the timber
floating down to the valley. 'Twas a task of great labour, and since
we had to saw many of the trunks into logs before we could move them,
one that occupied no inconsiderable time. Indeed we had not the wood
fairly stacked upon the bank until we were well into the first days of
June. Meanwhile I had turned over many projects in my mind, but not
one that seemed to offer me a possibility of success. I realised
especially that if I sought to escape by the way we had come, I
should, even though I were so lucky as to hit upon the right path,
nevertheless, have to pass through the most inhabited portion of the
district. And did I succeed so far, I should then find myself in the
valley, close by Castle Lukstein, with not so much as a penny piece in
my pocket to help me further on my way. Besides, by that route would
Groder be certain to pursue me the moment he discovered my escape, and
being familiar with the windings of the ravines, he would most surely
overtake me. Yet in no other direction could I discover the hint of an
outlet. I was in truth like a fly with wetted wings in the hollow of a
cup.
It was our custom to launch the trunks endwise into the torrent, but
one of them, which was larger than the rest, being caught in a swirl,
turned broadside to the stream, and floating down thus, stuck in the
narrow defile, through which the water plunged out of the hollow. The
barrier thus begun was strengthened by each succeeding log, so that in
a very short time a solid dam was raised, the water running away
underneath. To remedy this, Groder bade the peasants and myself take
our axes to the spot and cut the wood free.
Now this defile was no more than a deep channel bored by the torrent,
and on one side of it the cliff rose precipitously to the height of a
hundred feet. On the other, however, a steep slope of grass and
bushes, with here and there a dwarf-pine clinging to it, ran down to a
rough platform of rock, only twenty feet or so above the surface of
the current. To one of these trees we bound a couple of stout ropes,
and two men were lowered on to the block of timber, while the third
remained upon the platform to see that the ropes did not slip, and to
haul the others up. So we worked all the day, taking turn and turn
about on the platform.
To this lower end of the dale I had never come before, and when the
time arrived for me to rest, I naturally commenced to look about me
and consider whether or no I might escape that way. Beneath me the
torrent leaped and foamed in a mist of spray, here sweeping along the
cliff with a breaking crest like a wave, there circling in a whirlpool
about a boulder, and all with such a prodigious roar that I could not
hear my companions speak, though they shouted trumpet-wise through
their hands. 'Twas indeed no less than I had expected; the stream
filled the outlet from side to side.
Then I looked across to the great snow-slope opposite, and in an
instant I understood the position of Captivity Hollow, as, for want of
a better name, I termed the place of my confinement. The slope
finished abruptly just over against me, as though it had been shorn by
a knife, and I could see that the end face of it was a gigantic wall
of rock. I saw this wall in profile, as one may say, and for that very
reason I recognised it the more surely. 'Twas singularly flat, and
unbroken by buttresses; not a patch of snow was to be discovered
anywhere upon its face, and, moreover, the shape of its apex, which
was like the cupola upon a church belfry, made any mistake impossible.
In a word, the mountain was the Wildthurm; the wall of cliff blocked
the head of the Senner Thal, and the slope on which I gazed was the
eastern side, which I had likened to one of the canvas sides of a
tent.
If I could but cross it, I thought! No one would look for me in that
direction. I could strike into one of the many ravines that led into
the Vintschgau Thal to the west of Lukstein, and thence make my way to
Innspruck. If only I could cross it! But I gazed at the slope, and my
heart died within me. It rose before my eyes vast and steep, flashing
menace from a thousand glittering points. Besides, the early summer
was upon us, and the sun hot in the sky, so that never an hour passed
in the forenoon but blocks of ice would split off and thunder down the
incline.
The notion, however, still worked in my head throughout the day, and
as we returned to the hut I eagerly scanned the upper end of our
ravine, for at that point the slope of the Wildthurm declined very
greatly in height. Whilst the Tyrolese went in to prepare supper I
stayed by the door.
"Come!" shouted one of them at length--it was not Groder. "Come,
unless you prefer to sleep fasting."
And I turned to go in, with my mind made up; for I had perceived,
running upwards beside the tongue of ice which I have described, a
long, narrow ridge. 'Twas neither of ice nor snow, and in colour a
reddish brown, so that I imagined it to be a mound of earth, thrown up
in some way by the pressure of the snow. Along that it seemed to me
that I might find a path.
Groder was crouched up close to the fire, shivering by fits and
starts, like a man with an ague. He glanced evilly at me as I entered
the room, but said no word either to me or to his comrades, and kept
muttering to himself concerning "the Cold Torment." I knew not what
the man meant, but 'twas plain that he was shaken with a great fear;
and even during the night I heard him more than once start from his
sleep with a cry, and those same words upon his lips, "the Cold
Torment."
The next morning, hearing that the barrier was well-nigh cut through,
he ordered only one of the peasants to take me with him and complete
the work. I was lowered on to the dam first, and laboured at it with
saw and axe for the greater part of the morning. About noon, however,
I took my turn upon the platform, and after I had been standing some
little while, bent over the torrent, with my hand ready upon the rope,
since at any moment the logs might give way, I suddenly raised myself
to ease my back, and turned about.
Just above me on the slope I saw Groder's face peering over the edge
of a boulder. 'Twas so contorted with malignancy and hatred that it
had no human quality except its shape. 'Twas the face of a devil. For
one moment I saw it; the next it dropped behind the stone. I pretended
to have noticed nothing, and so stood looking everywhere except in his
direction. The expression upon his face left me no doubt as to his
intention. He was minded to take a leaf from my book, and precipitate
the boulder upon me when my back was turned, in which case I should
not come off so cheaply as he had done, for I should inevitably be
swept into the torrent. The boulder, I observed, was in a line with
the spot where I must stand in order to handle the rope.
What to do I could not determine. I dared not show him openly that I
had detected his design, for I should most likely in that event
provoke an open conflict, and I doubted not that the other peasant was
within call to help him to an issue if help were needed; and even if I
succeeded in avoiding a conflict, I should only put him upon his guard
and make him use more precautions when next he attempted my life.
I turned me again to the torrent and took the rope in my hand, with my
ears open for any sound behind me. I stooped slowly forwards, as if to
watch my companion, thinking that Groder would launch the stone as
soon as he deemed it impossible for me to recover in time to elude it.
And so it proved. I heard a dull thud as the boulder fell forward upon
the turf. I sprang quickly to one side, and not a moment too soon, for
the boulder whizzed past me on a level with my shoulder, leaped across
the stream, and was shattered into a thousand fragments against the
opposite cliff. The man below, who had been almost startled from his
footing, began to curse me roundly for my carelessness, and I answered
him without casting a glance to my rear, deeming it prudent to give
Groder the opportunity to crawl away into cover.
In that, however, I made a mistake, and one that went near to costing
me my life, for when I did turn, after explaining that the boulder had
slipped of its own weight and momentum, Groder was within ten feet of
me. He had crept noiselessly down the bank, and now stood with one
foot planted against it, the other upon the platform, his body all
gathered together for a leap. His teeth were bared, his eyes very
bright, and in his hand he held a long knife. I ran for my hatchet,
which lay some yards distant, but he was upon me before I could stoop
to pick it up. The knife flashed above my head; I caught at Groder's
wrist as it descended and grappled him close, for I knew enough of
their ways of fighting to feel assured that if I did but give his arms
free play, my eyes would soon be lying on my cheeks.
Backwards and forwards we swayed upon the narrow platform with never a
word spoken. Then from the torrent came a great crack and a shout. I
knew well enough what was happening. The barrier was giving, the water
was bursting the timber, and the peasant would of a surety be crushed
and ground to death between the loosened logs. But I dared not relax
my grip. Groder's breath was hot upon my face, his knife ever
quivering towards my throat. I heard a few quick sounds as of the
snapping of twigs, and once, I think, again the cry of a man in
distress; but the roaring of the waters was in my ears and I could not
be sure.
The labours of my captivity had hardened my limbs and sinews, else had
Groder mastered me more easily; but as it was, I felt my strength
ebbing, and twice the knife pricked into my shoulder as he pressed it
down. The din of the torrent died away. I was sensible of a deathly
stillness of the elements. It seemed as though Nature held its breath.
Suddenly a look of terror sprang into Groder's face. He redoubled his
efforts, and I felt my back give. Involuntarily I closed my eyes, and
then his fingers loosened their hold. He plucked himself free with a
jerk, and stood sullenly looking up the slope. I followed the
direction of his gaze, and saw Otto Krax standing above me. Gradually
the torrent became audible to me again; there was a rustling of leaves
in the wind, and in a little I understood that some one was speaking.
Groder advanced slowly across the grass and reached out the hand which
held the knife. Very calmly Otto grasped it by the wrist, twisted the
arm, and snapped it across his knee. What he said I could not hear,
but Groder went up the slope holding his broken arm, and I saw his
face no more.
Otto came down to me.
"You have never been nearer your death but once," he said.
I made no reply, but pointed to the rope at my feet. 'Twas dragging to
and fro upon the platform, and the thought of what dangled and tossed
in the water at the tag of it turned me sick. Otto walked to the edge
and looked over. Then he drew his knife and cut the rope.
"I saw only the end of the struggle," said he. "How did it begin?"
I told him briefly what had occurred.
"'Twas you taught him the trick," he said, with a laugh; "and he bore
you no good-will for the lesson."
"But what brought you so pat?" I asked.
"I was sent," he replied. "'Twas thought best I should follow."
"Follow? Follow whom?" said I.
He made no answer to my question, and continued hurriedly.
"I asked the fellow at the hut where you were, and he directed me
here--not a minute too soon either. Were you working at the timber
yesterday?"
"All day."
"Did Groder help?"
"No! He remained behind."
Otto gave a grunt.
"Alone?" he asked.
"Quite," I replied. "The others were with me."
We walked back to the hut together, and as on the evening before, I
stopped in the doorway to examine the ridge on which my hopes were
set. But I watched it to-day with a beating heart, and, let me own it,
with a shrinking apprehension too, for within the last hour the
possibility of my attempt had grown immeasurably real. Groder, I was
certain, I should see no more. 'Twas equally certain that Otto would
not remain to fill his place, and one of the peasants had been
battered to death in the breaking of the dam. 'Twas doubtless an
unworthy feeling, but, much as the nature of the man's end had
horrified me at the time, I could not now find it in my heart to
greatly regret it. I was too conscious of the fact that only a couple
of gaolers were left to guard me.
Otto coming from the kitchen to join me, I deemed it prudent not to be
particular in my gaze, and so taking my eyes off the ridge, which was
become to me what Mahomet's bridge is to the Turk, I let them roam
idly this way and that as we strolled forward over the turf. Hence it
chanced that about twenty yards from the door I saw something bright
winking in the verdure. I went towards it and picked it up. 'Twas a
little gold cross, and, moreover, clean and unrusted. A sudden thought
breaking in upon me, I turned to Otto and said:
"Otto, have you ever heard of the Cold Torment?"
Otto fell to crossing himself devoutly.
"The Cold Torment?" he asked, in awed tones. "What know you of it?" He
turned towards the gap in the hillside upon our right. "Look!" said
he. "You see the peak that stands apart like a silver wedge. On its
summit is buried an inexhaustible treasure, and night and day through
the ages seven guilty souls keep ward about it in the cold. Never may
one be freed until another is condemned in its stead. The Virgin save
us from the Cold Torment!"
"Ah!" said I, remarking the fervour of his prayer. "'Tis the text for
a persuasive homily, and Father Spaur, I fancy, preached from it
yesterday."
Otto started, and glanced about him with some fear, as though he half
expected to see the priest start out of the earth.
"You know not what you say," he exclaimed.
"Who sent you to follow him?"
"Nay," he protested; "I came not to spy upon Father Spaur. We know not
that he has been here. 'Twere wise not to know it."
I handed him the gold cross, and asked again:
"Who sent you after him?"
"I was not sent after him. I was bidden to come hither by my
mistress."
"Ah! she sent you!" I cried. "Give the cross back to Father Spaur, and
with it my most grateful thanks. He has done me better service than
ever did my dearest friend."
I reasoned it out in this way. Father Spaur was bent on appropriating
Lukstein and its broad lands to the Church. To that end, the Countess
must, at all costs, be hindered from a second marriage. What motive
could he have in prompting Groder to make an end of me, unless--unless
Ilga now and again let her thoughts stray my way? And to confirm my
conjecture, to rid it of presumption, I had this certain knowledge
that she had sent Otto to see that I came to no harm at his hands. I
should add that my speculations during the winter months had in some
measure prepared me to entertain this notion. From constantly
analysing and pondering all that she had said to me in the pavilion,
and bringing my recollections of her change in manner to illumine her
words, I had come, though hesitatingly, to a conclusion very different
from that which I had originally formed. I could not but perceive that
it made a great difference whether or no I had been alone upon my
first coming to the Castle. Besides, I realised that there was a
pregnant meaning which might be placed to the sentence which had so
perplexed me: "Would that I had the strength to resist, or the
weakness to yield!" And going yet further back, I had good grounds
from what she had let slip to believe that there was something more
than a regard for herself in the entreaty which she had addressed to
me in London, that I should not tax Marston with treachery in the
matter of the miniature.
Otto gave me back the cross.
"It is a mistake," said he. "Father Spaur has gone from Lukstein on a
visit."
"Then," said I, "present it to your mistress. She has more claim to it
than I."
That night Otto slept in the loft in Groder's place.
"You are sure," he asked, "that no one remained behind with Groder
yesterday afternoon?"
"Quite," said I.
"None the less, I should sleep on the trap if I were you, and 'twere
wise to carry your hatchet to bed for company."
"But they take it from me each night," I replied eagerly. "You must
tell them."
"I will. But there's no cause for fear."
'Twas not at all fear which prompted my eagerness; but I bethought me
if I had the loft to myself, and the axe ready to my hand, 'twould be
a strange thing if I could not find a way out by the morning.
Thereupon we fell to talking again of Groder's attempt upon my life,
and he repeated the words which he had used at the time.
"You were never nearer your death but once."
"And when was that once?" I asked drowsily.
He laughed softly to himself for a little, and then he replied; and
with his first sentence my drowsiness left me, just as a mist clears
in a moment off the hills.
"Do you remember one night in London that your garden door kept
slamming in the wind?"
"Well?" said I, starting up.
"You came downstairs in the dark, took the key from the mantelshelf,
and went out into the garden and locked it. That occasion was the
once."
"You were in the room!" I exclaimed. "I remember. The door was open
again in the morning. I had a locksmith to it. There was nothing amiss
with the lock, and I wondered how it happened."
Otto laughed again quietly.
"Right. I was in the room, and I was not alone either."
"The Countess was with you. Why?"
"There was a book in your rooms which she wished to see--a poetry
book, eh?--with a date on one page, and a plan of Castle Lukstein on
the page opposite. My mistress was at your lodging with some company
that afternoon."
"True," said I, interrupting him. "She proposed the party herself."
"Well, it seems that she got no chance of examining the book then. But
she unlocked the garden door. You had told her where you kept the
key."
I recollected that I had done so on the occasion of her first visit.
"And so Countess Lukstein and yourself were in the room when I passed
through that night."
Otto began to chuckle again.
"'Twas lucky you came down in the dark, and didn't stumble over us.
Lord! I thought that I should have burst with holding my breath."
"Otto," I said, "tell me the whole story; how your suspicions set
towards me, and what confirmed them."
"Very well," said he, after a pause, "I will; for my mistress
consulted me throughout. But you will get no sleep."
"I shall get less if you don't tell me."
"Wait a moment!"
He filled his tobacco-pipe and lighted it. I followed his example, and
between the puffs he related the history of those far-away days in
London. To me, lying back upon the boughs which formed my bed in the
dark loft, it seemed like the weaving of a fairy tale. The house in
Pall Mall--St. James's Park--the piazza, of Covent Garden! How strange
it all sounded, and how unreal!
The odour of pine-wood was in my nostrils, and I had but to raise my
arm to touch the sloping thatch above my head.