N O É M I
BY
S. BARING-GOULD
AUTHOR OF
EVE, RED SPIDER, LITTLE TU'PENNY, GABRIELLE ANDRÉ, ETC.
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
1895
COPYRIGHT, 1894,
BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I.--THE STAIR PERILOUS 1
II.--WHO IS THE FOOL NOW? 11
III.--THE WOLVES OUT 22
IV.--IN NOMINE BEELZEBUB 32
V.--RAISING THE RANSOM 43
VI.--THE JEW 53
VII.--THE NEW COMPANION 62
VIII.--IN THE DEVIL'S CUPS 73
IX.--A SINGED GLOVE 84
X.--BY FIRE 95
XI.--THE TEN CROSSES 106
XII.--THREE CROSSES 116
XIII.--THE END OF L'EGLISE GUILLEM 125
XIV.--THE BATTLE OF THE BEUNE 132
XV.--A THREATENED HORROR 143
XVI.--VADE IN PACE 153
XVII.--IN THE RAVEN'S NEST 165
XVIII.--IN THE DEPTHS 174
XIX.--A NIGHT RIDE 185
XX.--THE RING 194
XXI.--A DISAPPEARANCE 207
XXII.--THE CASTELLAN 216
XXIII.--IN THE HAIL 227
XXIV.--THE FOURTH TIME 238
XXV.--A HELEBORE WREATH 249
XXVI.--THE ELEVENTH CROSS 260
NOÉMI.
CHAPTER I.
THE STAIR PERILOUS.
JEAN del' Peyra was standing scraping a staff to form a lance-shaft. The
sun shone hot upon him, and at his feet lay his shadow as a blot.
He was too much engrossed in his work to look about him, till he heard a
voice call from somewhere above his head--
"Out of the way, clown!"
Then there crashed down by him a log of wood that rolled to his feet and
was followed by another piece.
Now only did Jean look up, and what he saw made him drop his
half-finished shaft and forget it. What Jean saw was this: a girl at
some distance above him on the face of the rock, swaying a long-handled
hammer, with which she was striking at, and dislodging, the steps by
which she had ascended, and by means of which alone could she return.
The cliff was of white limestone, or rather chalk, not such as Dover
headlands are composed of, and which have given their name to Albion,
but infinitely more compact and hard, though scarcely less white. The
appearance of the stone was that of fine-grained white limestone. A
modern geologist peering among its fossils would say it was chalk. But
the period of this tale far antedates the hatching out of the first
geologist.
The cliff was that of La Roque Gageac, that shoots up from the Dordogne
to the height of four hundred and sixty feet above the river. The lower
portion is, however, not perpendicular; it consists of a series of
ledges and rapid inclines, on which stands clustered, clinging to the
rock, the town of Gageac. But two thirds of the height is not merely a
sheer precipice, it overhangs. Half-way up this sheer precipice the
weather has gnawed into the rock, where was a bed of softer stone,
forming a horizontal cavern, open to the wind and rain, with a roof
extending some forty feet, unsupported, above the hard bed that served
as floor.
At some time unknown a stair had been contrived in the face of the rock,
to reach this terrace a hundred feet above the roofs of the houses
below; and then a castle had been built in the cave, consisting of
towers and guard-rooms, halls and kitchens; a well had been sunk in the
heart of the mountain, and this impregnable fastness had been made into
a habitation for man.
It could be reached in but one way, by the stair from below. It could
not be reached from above, for the rock overhung the castle walls.
But the stair itself was a perilous path, and its construction a work of
ingenuity. To make the position--the eagle nest in the rock--absolutely
inaccessible to an enemy, the stair had been contrived so that it could
be wrecked by those flying up it, with facility, and that thereby they
might cut off possibility of pursuit.
The method adopted was this.
Holes had been bored into the rock-face in gradual ascent from the
platform at the foot of the rock to the gate-tower of the castle,
nestled on the platform in the precipice. In each such hole a balk or
billet of wood was planted, sliced away below where it entered, and this
end was then made fast by a wedge driven in under it. From each step,
when once secured, that above it could next be made firm. To release the
steps a tap from underneath sufficed to loosen the wedge and send it and
the balk it supported clattering down.
And now the girl was striking away these steps. What was her purpose?
Had she considered what she was doing? To destroy the means of ascent
was easy enough; to replace it a labour exacting time and patience. Was
she a fool? was she mad?
There was some method in her madness, for she had not knocked away a
succession of steps, but two only, with one left in position between.
"'Ware, fool!"
And down the face of the rock and clattering to his feet fell a third.
This was too much.
Jean ran to the foot of the stair and hastened up it till he reached the
gap. Further he could not proceed--a step had been dislodged; the next
remained intact. Then came another break, a second step in place, and
then the third break. Above that stood the girl, swinging the
long-handled mallet with which she had loosened the wedges and struck
down the steps they held up. She was a handsome girl with dusky skin,
but warm with blood under it, dark loose hair, and large deep brown
eyes. She stood, athletic, graceful, poised on her stage, swaying the
hammer, looking defiantly, insolently, at the youth, with lips half open
and pouting.
"Do you know what you are about, madcap?" said he.
"Perfectly. Making you keep your distance, fool."
"Keep distance!" said the youth. "I had no thought of you. I was not
pursuing you--I did not know you were here!"
"And now I have woke you to see me."
"What of that? You had acted like a mad thing. I cannot help you, I
cannot leap to you. Nothing would make me do so."
"Nothing? Not if I said, 'Come, assist me down'?"
"I could not leap the space. See you--if one step only were thrown down
I might venture, but not when every alternate one between us is missing.
To leap up were to ensure my fall at the next gap."
"I do not need your help. I can descend. I can spring from one step to
the next over the gaps."
"And risk a fall and a broken neck?"
"Then there is one madcap the less in this world."
"For what have you done this?"
"A prank."
"A prank! Yes; but to replace the steps takes time and pains."
"I shall expend neither on them."
"It will give trouble to others."
"If it amuses me, what care I?"
The young man looked at the strange girl with perplexity.
"If every peg of wood were away," said she, "I could yet descend."
"How? Are you a bird--can you fly? Not a cat, not a squirrel could run
up or down this rock."
"Fool! I should slip down by the rope. Do you not know that there is a
windlass? Do you suppose they take their kegs of wine, their meat, their
bread, their fuel up this spider stair? I tell you that there is a rope,
and at the end of it a bar of wood. They let this down and bring up what
they want affixed to the bar. At pleasure, any man may go up or down
that way. Do you not see? It must be so. If they were fast and all the
ladders were gone, how should they ever descend? Why, they could not
mend the stairs from aloft. It must be done step by step from below. Do
you see that, fool?"
"I see that perfectly."
"Very well; I have but to run up, make love to the custodian, and he
would swing me down. There; it is easy done!"
"You had best cast down the hammer and let me replace the steps."
"I'll come down without them and without a rope. I can leap. If I cannot
creep up as a cat, I can spring down like one--aye! and like a squirrel,
too, from one lodging place to another. Stand back and see me."
"Stay!" said Jean. "Why run the risk when not needed?"
"Because I like the risk--it is pepper and mustard to my meat of life.
Stand back, clown, or I will spring and strike you over--and down you go
and crack your foolish pate."
"If I go--you go also--do you not see that?"
"Look aloft!" said the girl. "Up in that nest--whenever the English are
about, up goes into it the Bishop of Sarlat, and he takes with him all
his treasure, his gold cups and patens, his shrines for holy bones all
set with gems, and his bags of coin. There he sits like an old grey owl,
Towhit! towhoo--towhit! towhoo! and he looks out this way, that--to see
where houses are burning and smoke rises, and when at night the whole
world is besprent with red fires--as the sky is with stars, where farms
and homesteads are burning. And he says 'Towhit! towhoo! I have my cups
and my patens and my coin-bags, and my dear little holy bones, all safe
here. Towhit! towhoo! And best of all--I am safe--my unholy old bones
also, whoo! whoo! whoo! Nobody can touch me--whoo! whoo! whoo!'"
"Is he there now?"
"No, he is not. There is no immediate danger. Only a few as guard, that
is all. If I were a man, I'd take the place and smoke the old owl out,
and rob him of his plunder. I'd keep the shrines, and throw the holy
rubbish away!"
"How would you do that?"
"I have been considering. I'd be let down over the edge of the cliff and
throw in fireballs, till I had set the castle blazing."
"And then?"
"Then I'd have grappling-irons and crook them to the walls, and swing in
under the ledge, and leap on the top of the battlements, and the place
would fall. I'd cast the old bishop out if he would not go, and carry
off all his cups and shrines and coin."
"It would be sacrilege!"
"Bah! What care I?" Then, after enjoying the astonishment of the lad,
she said: "With two or three bold spirits it might be done. Will you
join me? Be my mate, and we will divide the plunder." She burst into a
merry laugh. "It would be sport to smoke out the old owl and send him
flying down through the air, blinking and towhooing, to break his wings,
or his neck, or his crown there--on those stones below."
"I'm not English--I'm no brigand!" answered the young man vehemently.
"I'm English!" said the girl.
"What? An English woman or devil?"
"I'm English--I'm Gascon. I'm anything where there is diversion to
be got and plunder to be obtained. Oh, but we live in good times!
Deliver me from others where there is nothing doing, no sport, no
_chevauchée_[1] no spoil, no fighting."
[1] A _chevauchée_ was an expedition to ravage a tract of
country. Originally it signified a feudal service due from a
vassal to his seigneur in private wars.
Then suddenly she threw away the hammer and spread her arms as might a
bird preparing to fly, bent her lithe form as might a cricket to leap.
"Stand aside! Go back! 'Ware, I am coming!"
The lad hastily beat a retreat down the steps. He could do no other.
Each step was but two feet in length from the rock. There was no
handrail; no two persons could pass on it. Moreover, the impetus of the
girl, if she leaped from one foothold to the next, and the next, and
then again to the stair where undamaged, would be prodigious; she would
require the way clear that she might descend bounding, swinging down the
steep flight, two stages at a leap, till she reached the bottom. An
obstruction would be fatal to her, and fatal to him who stood in her
way.
No word of caution, no dissuasion was of avail. In her attitude, in the
flash of her eyes, in the tone of her voice, in the thrill that went
through her agile frame, Jean saw that the leap was inevitable. He
therefore hastened to descend, and when he reached the bottom, turned to
see her bound.
He held his breath. The blood in his arteries stood still. He set his
teeth, and all the muscles of his body contracted as with the cramp.
He saw her leap.
Once started, nothing could arrest her.
On her left hand was the smooth face of the rock, without even a blade
of grass, a harebell, a tuft of juniper growing out of it. On her right
was void. If she tripped, if she missed her perch, if she miscalculated
her weight, if she lost confidence for one instant, if her nerve gave
way in the slightest, if she was not true of eye, nimble of foot,
certain in judging distance, then she would shoot down just as had the
logs she had cast below.
As certainly as he saw her fall would Jean spring forward in the vain
hope of breaking her fall, as certainly to be struck down and perish
with her.
One--a whirl before his eyes. As well calculate her leaps as count the
spokes in a wheel as it revolves on the road.
One--two--three--thirty--a thousand--nothing!
"There, clown!"
She was at the bottom, her hands extended, her face flushed with
excitement and pleasure.
"You see--what I can dare and do."