A TRAITOROUS LOVE
In three days we were to leave England. In three days I should be
started upon the journey which would lead me into the land where, above
all others, I desired to be. And where was I? Standing on a Yorkshire
moor, with a wild west wind blowing in my face and singing in my ears,
a wind that came booming up the hollows and across the open country
towards me like the sound of a cannonade within the earth. But what
cared I for the wind, for was it not bearing towards me on its bosom
her whom I had come to see?
On she came like a phantom shadow out of the twilight, for her horse's
hoofs sank noiselessly into the soddened earth. On she came with her
golden hair streaming in the wind, and her habit flying wildly around
her. Fair and proud as ever was her exquisite face, and blue as ever
her flashing eyes. But it seemed to me that she was pale and thin, and
my heart leaped with a sudden joy, and then stood still.
Maud! my princess! my beloved! Would she see me? Would she pass me
without a word, with only a tightening of those proud lips, and a
haughty flash from those beautiful eyes?
I had meant to look upon her and come away. There may be men who could
have done it. I could not. As she came upon me, I stood out from the
shadows upon the dark moor, and right in her path.
Fool that I was! Back on his haunches reared the Black Prince,
trembling with fright, and she--she must have fallen, but that I sprung
forward and caught her. The Black Prince galloped away into the
darkness, and she, my Maud, lay in my arms.
A great madness came upon me. Every thought save one was blotted out
from my memory. Maud was in my arms, with her face close to mine, and
bending down, our lips met in one long passionate kiss.
"Hugh!"
"Maud!"
No sound but the sound of Black Prince's furious gallop as he tore
across the country moor! No one in sight, no one near. I was alone
with Maud, my Maud, by the colour which had chased the ivory pallor
from her cheeks, and the love-light which shone in her eyes.
"Why have you kept away so long?" she whispered softly.
Why had I come at all! His daughter in my arms yielding herself to my
embrace, and her lips to my wild kiss! Oh, it was madness! I was a
traitor.
"I should not have come," I groaned, "but to bid you farewell. We sail
for Egypt in three days. I struggled hard to keep away, but I could
not."
"Why should you wish to, Hugh?" she whispered, burying her face on my
shoulder. "Do you hate me so much?"
"Hate you!" I drew her unresistingly into my arms again, and again my
traitorous lips touched hers. Never a thought of a miserable exile
dwelling amongst a strange people in deadly peril under a scorching
sun, or of a hermit sybarite with the blast of fame in his ears, and
all the luxuries of wealth ready to his touch, and a black lie burning
in his heart! Never a thought of any save of her! Weak traitor that I
was.
What is there so maddeningly sweet as to love and be loved again! The
world died away from me and time ceased, whilst Maud, with her lovely
face wet with tears, and happy with smiles, stood clasped in my arms on
the wild open moor. The wind howled around us, and the driving rain
and mist beat in our faces, and the twilight deepened into darkness;
but what did we care! The only light I looked for was the gleam in her
soft eyes, and the only touch I felt was the beating of her heart
against mine. But the time came when memory swept again into my mind,
and I trembled.
She saw the change pass over my face, and with a woman's marvellous
quickness she divined what had caused it. But she clung the closer to
me.
"Hugh, is this to be the end of it?" she cried. "When you leave me,
will you never come back?" and I turned away with a great sob.
"Oh, that you were another man's daughter, Maud!" and she was answered.
Black clouds were driving across the sky, and a black cloud settled
upon my heart. The words rang in my ears. Never come back! Never
come back! Never come back!
A dark shape stole up to us, and stood by our side. Then there was a
glad neigh and a prolonged snort. The Black Prince had recognised me,
and was rubbing his nose against my coat-sleeve.
"I must go, Hugh!" Slowly I lifted her into the saddle, and stood by
her side in silence because I could not speak.
"Hugh, kiss me once more!"
She stooped down and held a white, strained face close to mine. One
clinging kiss I pressed upon her quivering lips, and then I drew aside.
But as she rode away into the darkness, she called to me a wild sobbing
cry which the wind clashed into my ears.
"Come back to me, Hugh, my love. You will come back to me," and scarce
knowing what I did I answered her passionately--
"I will! I will!"
* * * * *
We were together on H.M.S. _Orontes_, eastward bound, her father and I,
but though we sat opposite one another at the Captain's table, we never
spoke. Sometimes I caught him looking at me wistfully, and then I
remembered that I had saved his life. But I wanted no thanks for it,
and from him I would receive none.
"Queer lot those Devereux," I heard one of my brother officers remark,
unconscious of my presence. "Uncle and nephew, and don't speak! Must
be something wrong, I should think."
"Looks like it. If the Colonel hadn't written that tremendously clever
book, I should think he was a bit cracked."
"Might be further from the mark, I think. The young 'un isn't such a
bad sort, only he's so confoundedly proud and close. Most unsociable
fellow we ever had in the regiment!"
"He's a bit of a prig, I must say, but I don't dislike him. Splendid
family, you know, and rolling in money. By the bye," dropping his
voice a little, "wasn't there something queer about one of 'em? This
one's father, I believe?"
"Hush! Yes, I'll tell you all about it presently;" and then they
strolled up the deck and I heard no more.
Something queer about one of them! I turned away with the old pain at
my heart. Would the something queer ever be made right? Yes, and the
time was not far distant.