CHAPTER VII.

Roland had in the mean while by several successful engagements entirely

cleared the higher mountainland of the royal troops. The Camisards were

incamped in safety in the woods, and upon the lofty mountain table

lands, and all were rejoicing in the hope of soon beholding their

worship and liberty of conscience reestablished. Edmond had been but

slightly wounded in the last combat, and was now sitting by the side of

Roland, that he might converse with him on the probable issue of the

war. Cavalier was incamped opposite on the confines of the wood,

surrounded by Clary, Marion, and other religious men, who were

discoursing on ghostly matters. Upon the most elevated height stood

Mazel, the charcoal-burner, Eustace, young Stephen, and a swarm of

young people, all in the greatest excitement, for they were expecting

the commander Castanet, who on this day intended to conduct Mariette,

his bride, from the village below, in order to unite himself with her

in the bonds of marriage. "So the God of love," said Lacoste

deridingly, "has made his way even to these solitary mountains, and

what is still more, into the enlightened hearts of such pious rebels of

the woods? The old heathens were certainly quite right to call him,

although a boy, the greatest among all the Gods."

"Cease your profitless mockery," said Marion, who had also climbed up

to the summit, "our brother has been long since betrothed to her; the

poor girl is there exposed to the daily peril of her life, because her

connexion is known, here at least she will share the fortunes of her

husband, and shall be protected by us; and if marriage be a holy

ordinance, why should not the command of the Lord be fulfilled in the

solitude of the mountains, under oppression and distress, with a

religious, modest mind and christian humility?" "Do not trouble

yourself," said Lacoste, "at least no expence or parade will attend the

marriage, I think too, that neither bridegroom, nor any of the guests

will retire nosily to bed."

At that moment Castanet, his bride and a croud of his friends issued

from the wood, Cavalier and all the others advanced to greet them with

kindness. The young girl was dark and not particularly tall: a peasant

girl of a healthy robust appearance, a little embarrassed at first but

in a short time she conducted herself with a composed and easy bearing

in the circle of the brethren.

"Brother Castanet," said the tall slender Marion, "it is you that I

have to thank for my conversion, but for your early admonitions, I

should perhaps now be wandering in error, permit your grateful pupil

here in the circle of the brethren; to bless you in your new condition,

under the Almighty eye religiously and christian-like." Roland and

Edmond had also approached, and Elias and Marion delivered a short,

touching discourse concerning their oppression, the distress of the

times, and how by reason of the perishable tenure of all earthly goods,

and the ever increasing danger, it was expedient to unite together in

the name of the Lord, in life and in death; that they might find solace

and strength in general consolation of love and mutual perseverance. A

simple meal was prepared, and in peaceable enjoyment, the various

groups dispersed; while many sang psalms, and others discussed their

past adventures. It was announced that a troop was approaching, and the

pale, sickly Duplant advanced with a band of men leading a number of

prisoners, among whom were Clement and the Vicar, who had again headed

the volunteers in an expedition against the Camisards. Roland and the

others now arose, and formed a large circle to pass sentence on the

unfortunate men. Young Clement trembled violently on seeing himself

exposed to the cruel arbitration of his enemies, and the Vicar looked

round, to try and discover an acquaintance, to be able to find, at any

rate, some means of deliverance, or mitigation of his condition. At

length he perceived Cavalier, who with the rest had approached nearer,

and cried: "Oh! best of young men, I know not 'tis true, who you may

be, but you have, as you know, rescued us formerly, intercede for me

now, for I perceive clearly that you must be quite at home here among

you comrades."

"Have not you and your fellows," said Roland, with the greatest

gravity, "reduced to ashes that same benevolent house since that time,

which then saved our brother Cavalier, as well as yourself, and the

execrable hermit." "There is not much to say in reply to this," said

the priest, opening wide his eyes, "than that I am wondering, that the

little delicate fellow should be nothing less than Cavalier."

Duplant said, "The Lord has given you into our hands at the moment that

you were in the act of plundering a commune after having slain several

of our friends. We came unexpectedly, to the succour of the oppressed,

many have fallen, some escaped, but these, forty in number, have become

our prisoners."

"Shall they die?"

"Have mercy on us," whined Clement, as he threw himself down before

Roland.

"I cannot give you grace," said the latter retiring from the circle,

"you spare none of us and with your own free will you urge on to

murder: endure then your fate."

"Little man," cried the Vicar, "world-renowned Cavalier, listen to

reason and be humane."

"Is it seemly in you to speak thus?" replied the young commander, "you,

who revel in cruelty; who has called upon you to dye your hands with

the blood of innocence."

Castanet came forward: "Will you, beloved, honoured brethren, deliver

the execrable wretches up into my hands?" asked he, looking round the

circle. "Yes! yes!" resounded from all sides, "this solemn day belongs

to you, annihilate them, command, do with them what you will, they are

given up to you."

"Now we are falling out of the frying-pan into the fire," said the

priest to Clement, "for the thick, stout, prophecying man will play an

ugly game with us, even the gentle Cavalier would not grant us grace;

courage! make the best of a bad game, and do not be so chop-fallen."

Castanet took Mariette, by the hand, who was weeping bitterly, for, a

short time before, these men had slain, or delivered up her brothers to

be executed; "Weep not," said he, with suppressed sorrow! "let us give

an example to these miserable wretches, that we think better than they;

that our union may not be stained with blood. I pity these poor, these

erring men, and this timid youth. Return without danger to you

dwellings and preach mercy to your party; refrain from blood and tell

your magistrates, who call their cruel bloodthirstiness justice, how

much better are our sentiments, how much better we are than they.

Heaven will the more readily bless my marriage the less I indulge my

wrath and desire of vengeance." Young Clement threw himself again on

his knees, weeping with gratitude; the others, who had already given

themselves up as lost, followed his example, the priest alone drew

himself up after a very low bow, and said stammering with

embarrassment: "You are a generous man, Mr. Castanet, and I shall know

how to extend your fame, although people are loath to believe anything

of the kind of such as you; I however have experienced it myself, and

thank you for it in my own name, and in that of these prisoners. Mr.

Cavalier, let us commend ourselves to God, au revoir!" "No, not au

revoir!" cried Cavalier, hastily advancing, "this may only happen in

one way, in the field, and I counsel you with your bold, unblushing

manner not to reckon again on our generosity, nor brave our

condescending flexibility; for mercy and love are not always to be

dispensed, and should we see each other a third time, it will be your

death, thus does the spirit prophecy to me."

"Let the spirit rest, Sir Captain," said the clergyman, as he again

made a low bow and retired with the volunteers and Clement, who all

more or less testified their gratitude and emotion.

Lacoste now came forward and said laughing: "Generosity, as I observe,

is common among you, and your turn is come do-day, thick, little stump.

Thus every trade, even that of incendiary, has its good side; nothing

in the world is perfectly bad, as there is nothing perfectly good to be

found in it. To-day, however, there is a greater extension of

generosity than what was lately accorded, when I alone remained, though

my companions were not a whit worse than myself. But such magnificence

suits so festive and splendid a wedding, and the short-legged fellow

has delivered his speech in quite a royal style and in a most

impressive tone. You, rosy-cheeked, stunted-grown, and brown-armed

spouse, be now the Queen and Princess of these mountains. Infanta of

have-nothing, Dauphiness of hunger-sufferings, heiress of all the airy

castles, and governess of all mad-visionaries, I present you my sincere

congratulations, and hope to see you soon rise to the rank of the

prophets."

"Scoffer!" said Castanet reddening; "your presence would not suit our

assembly, if your speeches were not useful in rendering our humility

still more humble, and to make our reproach before men, and our misery

still more conspicuous to us."

"That thereby spiritual pride be so much the more glorified! Be not

however disturbed in your feelings and convictions by me; compared with

a christian, my speech is merely the barking of a dog, and in this

animal dignity, I now indeed follow my illustrious patron, the

spiritually-minded Edmond, and prophet also by the grace of God."

A murmur arose round about, which probably would have broken out into

anger and tumult, had not Cavalier directed the attention of the

brethren to a different subject. "My friends," cried he in a lively

manner, "I have just had a vision. At this very moment the commandant

of Usez has sent a courier with important dispatches to the Marshal at

Nismes. New troops are to arrive, and they intend hemming us in on all

sides. But little was said, neither could I distinguish all. The enemy

has just ridden out of the gates of the city; Bertrand, if thou wilt

seize him, thou wilt meet him in the ravine two miles from hence. He is

not to be mistaken, he wears a red coat, and a blue cloak over it, in

consequence of the threatening rain, he has spread his white

handkerchief over his new hat, by these marks he will be clearly enough

known to you: he is an elderly man, who, I should think, has never been

a soldier. Bring him here safe and sound with his dispatches."

Bertrand took with him two assistants, and mounted on light ponies,

they hurried down the mountain towards the well known ravine.

Lacoste listened to these instructions with staring eyes: "Little

brother," said he thoughtfully, "if thy information be at all true, thy

little finger has more penetration than the whole of my large body. But

I still believe, thy red-coated courier will not be found in the circle

of created beings, and good Bertrand will have been made a little bit

of an April-fool by his general, in order to afford some innocent

amusement to the bridal pair. If it's not all a humbug, well and good,

more must be said about it when an opportunity occurs."

"May it not be allowed to-day," began young Stephen, blushing up to the

eyes, "to play a little on the flute?" while he was yet asking, he took

it in his hand, and Roland smilingly gave his assent. He first played a

psalm, and after they had gravely chimed in with him, the fair-haired

amateur, to please the company, gave a few worldly, airs. The swarthy

Eustace, who was now quite convalescent sprang merrily forward, and

cried: "Brother! if thou lovest me, play, to enliven me, the old dance

of the Cevennes, to which formerly, in my youth, we tripped so gaily."

The young man modestly commenced his melody, and as he received no

interruption, he continued to play with renewed vigour, and it was not

long before several, castanets were heard with their pleasing

clattering, so that Eustace could no longer, resist singing aloud, with

the most grotesque gestures, and jumping round the circle highly

delighted. The little shoemaker Anton, as well as the still younger

Francois could not withstand so enticing an invitation, they danced as

partners, and several other young people came forward to exhibit their

rustic dexterity.

An old, careworn man now came from the wood and cried: "As this is to

be a day of merriment, suffer then my son, the silly Michael, to

receive a little honor; besides, consider his small capacity for

prophecying, formerly when a shepherd in the fields, he learned several

inimitable capers, which well deserve to be seen. The tall lad has such

strong legs, that he can spring almost to the height of a man."

Michael, a robust, tall lad of an idiotic appearance, advanced

sneakingly and lazily, turning his little blue eyes timidly and

inquisitively round on the circle, and as he thought he perceived no

disapprobation any where, he suddenly changed his lagging laziness into

the most surprising activity, and jumped backwards two or three yards

high, turned head-over-heels in the air, and ran over the ground in the

same manner, and was so souple in all his motions, that it was scarcely

possible for the eyes to follow his changes. Eustace, in amazement,

clapped his hands over his head, and the young lads in admiration tried

to imitate their unattainable model. With the loud laughter, which the

comical jestures and attitudes excited, the merry Stephen was compelled

to suspend his blowing for awhile, and the whole enclosure, when the

old and religious men had retired, appeared only a merry, nay,

extravagantly joyous company, which the bride, and even the grave

Castanet, by their loud applause encouraged to new and still more

extraordinary feats of skill.

As the grass was already tolerably beaten down, the dance might be

continued with greater safety; and now old Favart stepped upon the

level ground, and said: "As we are celebrating a festival to-day, pray

permit for once, that the brothers Mark Anthony and Cesar may perform

some of their exploits, they think, that they know some more refined

amusements, which would contrast very well with the high leaping and

peasant dances."

The two ci-devant noblemen after this short preface, exhibited in the

then customary dances of the more refined society, but these did not

excite that admiration among the spectators, with which Michael had

been encouraged; the wilder exertions therefore resumed their place,

and the noblemen found themselves compelled to conform to this taste,

if they wished to share in the festivity. Many other instruments struck

up, a flute resounded, a hautboy was raised, and between these and

Stephen's pipe a flageolet was heard, mingled at intervals with the

loud and merry song of the mountaineers; now the air of a dance, now

old national songs, and merriment and jesting resounded loudly through

the wood, so that the cliffs of the adjacent precipices repeated with

joyful echo the tones of wild gaiety.

The merry-making, that to-day, once in motion, would have lasted

longer, had it not been suddenly interrupted and broken up by a

terrible outcry. The fearful sound proceeded from the summit of a

pointed cliff, which rose almost perpendicularly over the green sward

to the scene of the joyous tumult. All eyes turned quickly thither, and

they beheld a demoniacal figure with upraised, extended arms, face,

head, and body coloured and besmeared with blood. Once again the

lunatic shouted, and then ran and precipitated himself down the steep

rock into the arms of the brethren. It was the wrathful Ravanel. "Curse

you! curse! ye apostates!" screamed he, "as if mad; that ye thus forget

the Lord! Lamenting, mourning, discoloured with the blood of our

brethren, of the enemy and with my own, shed in the holy cause, I

returned to summon ye to vengeance, and I find the idolators here in

the heathenish dance round the golden calf. Thus Moses descending from

Sinai, in his wrath broke the tables of the law, as I now in my burning

zeal, curse the bond that unites me to ye, ye impious ones!"

They tried to pacify the zealot. Stephen had long since replaced his

pipe, the dancers stood at an embarrassed distance, and Eustace, who

could as quickly turn from prayer to the dance as from this to that,

was already sunk in profound meditation. "My brother," shouted the

infuriated man anew, "has been executed to-day at Florac, ten believers

have suffered martyrdom with him; I wished to rescue them, but have

been beaten back with my brethren with a great deal of bloodshed, and

in the mean while we forget our God, our misery, our faith, thus

scandalously bring curses on yourselves, voluntarily draw down the

malediction of heaven, the scornful laugh of hell voluntarily upon

ye,--does no fire then fall down upon the scum? does not the earth open

and swallow the iniquitous bands? Howl! howl! ye laden with sin, and

roll in the dust, smite on your stony hearts and be contrite before

the Almighty, that peradventure his mercy may awaken and a look of

grace from the fiery wrath of his eye may light upon ye."

He threw himself down and writhed on the ground. "Mercy! mercy!" roared

he in convulsions,--"No, there is no compassion, mercy is a lie, love

is no more!"--"Now is woe come upon us!" sighed Eustace, "our brother is

again fallen into his ravings! assist me with your prayers, beloved

brethren, that his reason may become strong again.--" He threw himself

on his knees by his side and prayed fervently. Duplant and Salomon came

forward, that they might help the old man in his supplications; but for

the present their good intention had no influence on the lunatic, who

was exclaiming as if unconsciously, while he was trying to tear himself

away from the arms of his friends who were supporting him. "Whither art

thou fled," cried he, "lost, wandered away, thou great inexpressible

being, whom we with stammering tongue wish to call God? It was a

fearful, a terrible event, when before the beginning of time, created

spirits in their arrogance rebelled against him, and would be God and

ruler and crush and annihilate him. Then he withdrew himself from the

rebels through the whole heaven of heavens, through all the starry

infinities, through the immensity of space, which thought alone can

reach, presentiment alone can fathom, and the audacious ones lonely and

abandoned, in their malice, bitter as gall in their wrathful fire, in

impotent fury, were transfixed and turned to stone and in their dark

interior their last, their expiring consciousness is lost, those are

the cliffs, the stony rocks, the deep masses of granite, which reach

far into the centre of the earth and still rise up in defiance over

clouds and vapour: that is the flesh and bone of the arrogants that the

earth is now compelled to bind together as with a cramp iron. Then

malice, wrath and discontent as if extinct; Yea, the flame expired,

when it should have nourished itself. Was it lost, departed love

recovering itself again, which would collect and burst from its

powerless state. Figures move in the sea, in the air, and on the earth,

and all persecute, hate, kill one another; bloodthirstiness is delight,

lacerations, tearing asunder, martyrdom and devourings of one another

are raiment and food. Yea, malice is now for the first time awakened

into life, if it contracts and unites itself with the sentiment of

love, thou hoary darkness of the primeval rocks, and as a lighted brand

penetrates into the bones of the snuffing lions and tigers, and roars

in the waterfall, that crumbles the mountains and thirst in the fiery

torrent, that greedily eats its way to the stream and siding with his

brother, the storm, swallows up woods and fields, and mocking as dead

spits forth from itself the former existence as dead, cold as ashes."

Edmond turned away with indignation, and said: "Woe to thee slanderous

tongue that in perverted folly takest upon thee to disfigure the most

holy, and inspirest superstitious rage."

"Why are you thus unjust?" said Lacoste smiling, "it affords me

inexpressible pleasure to hear for once so cool and impartial a

philosopher reason thus conclusively. One does not meet every day with

anything so good." The others became outrageous, and were still more

fervent in their prayers. Ravanel foamed and continued crying out: "But

how pious is the world, how mildly the brand still searches into the

bowels of all! Then man came forth, the image of God, as he calls

himself, and now in him hell first broke out in glowing, purple

triumph, the loud joyful laugh of inward horror. Whatever subtilty can

invent, imagination create, the wildest dream depict, and

voluptuousness can attain, will turn into martyrdom, into cutting off

the beings that give themselves out as their brother. All the pulses of

the everlasting Satan beat joyously. Here is God! exclaims the brood,

murder, torture them! here is Christ! roar the others, and slay the

adversaries. Does an eye from heaven behold? Do the stars know of us?

will the lost, the nameless one after eternity find himself once more

in his, by himself accursed creation, and will he not then send forth,

epidemics, pestilences, famines, fiery flames, and floods of waters,

together with earth-quakes and a thousand all-powerful deaths on white

horses, in order to crush this his brood, to grind, to powder into

nothing, who scandalously imagine that the sparks of his spirit dwell

in them. He, He himself inspires them? Yea no future hell; we are it

and live in it, prophecied from the ancient prophets mouth. We dust of

dust, we curse of curse!"

Now the prayer of the prophet seemed to operate with greater fervour,

for the voice of Ravanel died away, he appeared to sink into slumber

totally exhausted, and Lacoste said: "Oh that this pithy syllogism

should be thus interrupted, he might have added to the preceding

several other arguments just as bold and subtle."

Bertrand now returned with the courier prisoner, whom he had met in the

ravine. "Behold," said Lacoste to himself, "all corresponds, either

these are slyer devils, than they have ever been considered, or there

is some other devilry in the game, which is still strange enough."

The courier, a rather elderly man, was raised from his horse, his

dispatches had already been taken from him. "Who are you?" asked

Cavalier. "Ah your excellency," stammered the embarrassed man, "Now I

am, indeed, nothing but an insignificant ambassador, formerly a surgeon

in the royal guards."

"Your Name?"

"Dubois, by your leave."

When he announced himself as surgeon, he was commanded to bind up the

wounds of Ravanel and several of the other brethren. Cavalier and

Roland discovered from the papers the position of the royal troops, and

it was decided to anticipate the attack. As they intended to dispatch a

trusty person to reconnoitre the country, Edmond stepped forward and

said: "As yet I have not been able to do any thing for you, my dearest

brethren, intrust this commission to me." It was granted to him, and he

retired to dress according to his own ideas, in a manner befitting his

design; Lacoste, who would never separate from him, now pressed forward

again as his companion. As soon as they had discussed and ordered every

thing, Cavalier proposed, that the courier should be detained until

they should have brought their plan to a fortunate conclusion, and

Castanet with his young wife repaired to the leafy hut, that had been

got ready for them both, while the darkness of night set in.

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