THE SERPENT IN A NEW SKIN.
The result of our solemn council of war, held over certain cans of
Odenzee beer, under the _Green-Tree_ at Hesinge, was, _first_--that
Gabrielle should be freed from Merodé, if she was still his prisoner;
_secondly_, if not, that he should account for her body for body;
_thirdly_, that her freedom should be obtained, if possible, by
diplomacy, or threats, as we had strict orders to proceed to
Elsineur, without detour or fighting under any consideration;
_fourthly_, that no ransom should be paid (because we had none to
pay), and _fifthly_, that if all means failed, we should risk the
king's displeasure, storm Helnœsland, and knock all the Merodeurs
on the head.
Attended by Phadrig, Ian departed to examine the castle before
supper, and had just satisfied himself that it was a large square
fortified tower, with grated windows, a battlement bristling with
brass pateraroes, a barbican wall lined by six pound guns, well
loopholed, and full of men, when several shots warned him to retire,
and he and Phadrig, baffling the Merodeurs, reached our cantonments
at Hesinge about nightfall. There, after guards were posted, and the
soldiers billeted, the officers sat down to a jovial supper, at the
large table under the Green-Tree.
Ernestine had the best apartment in the inn apportioned to her; I had
command of the quarter-guard that night, with the task of posting,
every two hours, twelve new sentinels round Hesinge; and (as the
Merodeurs were in our vicinity) our soldiers had strict orders from
Ian to sleep accoutred, in case of a surprise.
The night was moonless and cloudy, and my duty, as captain of the
quarter-guard, kept me wakeful and anxious. The street was
unlighted, unpaved, full of mud, and encumbered by rubbish and pools
of water, where ducks, crows, and storks squattered by day; and where
prowling dogs burrowed and snarled by night.
About the twelfth hour, when returning from visiting my sentinels, I
paused for a moment in the middle of the street, to observe the dense
bank of cloud that arched the sky from east to west, enclosing it on
all sides save the north, where there lingered a warm yellow flush,
that in so northern a region would never darken, but would brighten
with the coming day. It shed a clear cold light on the gable-ends of
the little street, on the sharp ridges of the roofs and chimney-tops,
while their shadows, and all between me and them, were sunk in
blackness and obscurity.
Ian occupied the house of the Herredsfoged, and, as the colours were
deposited there, it had a special guard of twelve pikemen under
Sergeant Phadrig Mhor. It stood without the village, and, to visit
it, I had to pass through a narrow lane between two privet hedges,
one of which enclosed the yard at the back of the inn, and where our
baggage-waggons stood.
A faint light that burned in Ernestine's room arrested me.
The shutter was half closed, the light was subdued, and placed in the
shade, so that I knew she had retired to rest; yet, with that
sentiment so natural to a lover, I stood for a minute gazing at that
light, the rays of which were probably falling on the fair and
sleeping face of her I loved so well.
At that instant I became aware suddenly that other personages were
similarly occupied. Between two of our baggage-wains, two men, like
peasants, gazed intently at the solitary ray which shone into the
inn-yard. They were evidently lurkers. My suspicions were roused,
and, instead of challenging them, I resolved to watch, and loosened
the loaded pair of good Doune pistols which hung at my girdle.
The lurkers conferred together in low whispers, and then approached
the window. That corner of the inn-yard which it overlooked was
involved in the deepest shadow; thus, by passing through an opening
in the hedge, I stood within arm's length of them, and could perceive
that they were somewhat tattered in aspect, wore conical white Danish
hats with broad brims, and had enormously thick beards.
"They are thieves!" occurred to me immediately. My first thought was
to seize them; my second, to fire on them; my third, to watch the
issue.
After another brief conference, one left his companion to guard; and,
ascending by the piled up chests of a baggage-wain, reached the
little wooden balcony which projected at the back of the house, and
softly approached the window of Ernestine, which, as the season was
so warm, she had unguardedly left open an inch or two, and he glided
into her chamber like an eel--for, as the lattice opened in two
leaves from top to bottom, ingress was easily effected; but, before
he entered, as the light of the night-lamp fell full on his face, I
recognised Bandolo!
My heart beat like lightning! It flashed upon my mind that his
comrade must be Bernhard the woodman!
To seize the latter by the ruff behind, to twist it until he was
black in the face, and give him a smart blow with the steel claw of
my Highland pistol, were the noiseless work of a moment. I laid him
quietly on the ground at full length--with two springs reached the
balcony from the roof of the baggage-wain, and with one pistol in my
teeth, and the other in my right hand, crept softly in by the opened
lattice.
Bandolo either believed that I was his comrade Bernhard close behind
him, or artful, subtle, and ferocious as he was, he had found an
object so dazzling to gaze on, that he could not resist contemplating
it. By the bedside of Ernestine, he stood with an unsheathed poniard
in his hand--a stiletto, round bladed and sharp as a needle.
Ah! what a moment was that! In each hand I had a loaded pistol, and
I held them levelled full at his head from the other side of that
pretty couch, the muslin curtains of which were half drawn aside, and
yet concealed me in shadow.
I could comprehend that luxury and civilisation caused the moral
depravity of such a man as Merodé, by creating wants which he could
not supply, vices into which he plunged, and those false appetites
which are the curse of the rich, the great, and luxurious; but here
were a couple of incomprehensible rascals, doing mischief apparently
for mere mischief's sake, unless we admit the love of revenge, by
which Bandolo was assuredly inspired.
The night-lamp stood on a dressing-table near a round mirror, which
threw a reflected light full upon the face of the beautiful sleeper.
The most divine and placid serenity were expressed in the face of
Ernestine; on her smooth forehead and dark eyebrows--on her sweet
mouth and long eyelashes. She scarcely seemed to respire as she
smiled amid her dreams. Partly loose, her black and silky hair had
escaped from a most charming little nightcap, having three frills of
fine lace, and fell in a confused mass upon a neck that was white as
a new-fallen snowflake. Her hands, unadorned by either rings or
bracelets, and looking a hundred times more beautiful in form and
colour without them, were gently crossed upon her breast, like those
of the statues in old cathedral aisles. When sleeping thus, she had
all the infantile grace of Gabrielle, all her Juno-like dignity was
in abeyance; for the prettiest woman in the world can never look
dignified in her nightcap. Her beauty, and the chaste purity of her
slumber, might have robbed a destroying angel of his wrath; but the
hollow, ghastly, and ferocious smile of the yellow-visaged Spaniard,
showed that he contemplated some terrible villany.
Twice he placed his weapon between his teeth, and drew out a
handkerchief as if to thrust into her mouth, and twice he resumed the
stiletto.
"It is too much," thought I, "that his unhallowed eyes should see
Ernestine as never lover saw her."
Three seconds had scarcely elapsed; my fingers were trembling on the
triggers, and the matches of my pistols were smoking as I breathed
upon them.
All at once Bandolo's eyes were lighted by a savage gleam; he placed
one of his rough hands on those of Ernestine, and with the other
raised his poniard for a blow, that, with this line, might have ended
my story--for I never could have survived her.
My pistols were not four feet from his head--I fired one, and must
own that when the smoke cleared away, I was petrified to find that,
instead of being brained, Bandolo stood glaring at me with eyes that
were white with fury, while his face was blackened and his hair
scorched off by the explosion. In striking Bernhard, the bullet must
have dropped from my pistol, for it was found in the yard next day;
but then I thought not of that, and imagined that the fellow must
assuredly be _greforn_--bullet-proof, or charmed. I fired the other,
but the bullet only shattered the mirror; then by one bound, Bandolo
cleared the apartment, reached the top of the baggage-wain, slid
down, and escaped. I sprang after him: thus, Ernestine, on being
startled from sleep by the discharge of two pistols within a yard of
her pretty nose, was only roused in time to see two men spring like
evil spirits from the window of her bedchamber.
She uttered a succession of those shrill cries which women have at
command on all occasions. The host and hostess, the jungfers, the
ostlers, the quarter-guard, and several of our officers who occupied
the adjacent rooms, were all on the alert in a minute. M'Coll,
holding on his kilt with one hand, and grasping a poker in the other;
M'Alpine, with nothing on but his shirt and steel cap, and old
Kildon, also in his shirt, with his target and claymore, with others
variously accoutred, crowded to the scene of consternation and alarm;
neither of which were allayed nor accounted for until I returned from
a hopeless pursuit after the scout. By that time the whole
inhabitants of the inn were in a terrible state of commotion; but
Master Bernhard, who had been found senseless in the yard, was
fortunately secured by the care of Sergeant M'Gillvray, who had
ordered the quarter-guard to tie him with ropes, and retain him as a
prisoner in the kitchen below.