The Lady of the Mount. Isham Frederic Stewart
partridge drummed to the left; usually alert to wood sound or life, to-night he did not heed it. But, fairly out of the forest and making his way with the same air of resolution across the sands toward the lowland beyond, his attention, on a sudden, became forcibly diverted. He had but half completed the distance from the place where he had left the wood to the objective point in the curvature of the shore, when to the left through the gloom, a great vehicle, drawn by six horses, could be seen rapidly approaching. From the imposing equipage gleamed many lamps; the moon, which ere this had begun to assert its place in the heavens, made bright the shining harness and shone on the polished surface of the golden car. Wondering, the boy paused.
"What is that?"
The person addressed, a fisherman belated, bending to the burden on his shoulders, stopped, and, breathing hard, looked around and watched the approaching vehicle intently.
"The Governor's carriage!" he said. "Haven't you ever heard of the Governor's carriage?"
"No."
"That's because he hasn't used it lately; but in her ladyship's day – "
"Her ladyship?"
"The Governor's lady – he bought it for her. But she soon got tired of it – or perhaps didn't like the way the people looked at her!" roughly. "Mon dieu! perhaps they did scowl a little – for it didn't please them, I can tell you! – the sight of all that gold squeezed from the taxes!"
"Where is he going now?"
"Nowhere himself – he never goes far from the Mount. But the Lady Elise, his daughter – some one in the village was saying she was going to Paris – "
"Paris!" The lad repeated the word quickly. "What for?"
"What do all the great lords and nobles send their children there for? To get educated – married, and – to learn the tricks of the court! Bah!" With a coarse laugh the man turned; stooping beneath his load, he moved grumblingly on.
The boy, however, did not stir; as in a dream he looked first at the Mount, a dark triangle against the sky, then at the carriage. Nearer the latter drew, was about to dash by, when suddenly the driver, on his high seat, uttered an exclamation and at the same time tugged hard at the reins. The vehicle took a quick turn, lurched dangerously in its top-heavy pomp, and, almost upsetting, came to a standstill nearly opposite the boy.
"Careless dog!" a shrill voice screamed from the inside. "What are you doing?"
"The lises, your Excellency!" The driver's voice was thick; as he spoke he swayed uncertainly.
"Lises– quicksands – "
"There, your Excellency," indicating a gleaming place right in their path; a small bright spot that looked as if it might have been polished, while elsewhere on the surrounding sands tiny rippling parallels caressed the eye with streaks of black and silver. "I saw it in time!"
"In time!" angrily. "Imbecile! Didn't you know it was there?"
"Of course, your Excellency! Only I had misjudged a little, and – " The man's manner showed he was frightened.
"Falsehoods! You have been drinking! Don't answer. You shall hear of this later. Drive around the spot."
"Yes, your Excellency," was the now sober and subdued answer.
Ere he obeyed, however, the carriage door, from which the Governor had been leaning, swung open. "Wait!" he called out impatiently, and tried to close it, but the catch – probably from long disuse – would not hold, and, before the liveried servant perched on the lofty carriage behind had fully perceived the fact and had recovered himself sufficiently to think of his duties, the boy on the beach had sprung forward.
"Slam it!" commanded an irate voice.
The lad complied, and as he did so, peered eagerly into the capacious depths of the vehicle.
"The boy with the fish!" exclaimed at the same time a girlish treble within.
"Eh?" my lord turned sharply.
"An impudent lad who stopped the Lady Elise!" exclaimed the fat man – surely Beppo – on the front seat.
"Stopped the Lady Elise!" The Governor repeated the words slowly; an ominous pause was followed by an abrupt movement on the part of the child.
"He did not stop me; it was I who nearly ran over him, and it was my fault. Beppo does not tell the truth – he's a wicked man! – and I'm glad I'm not going to see him any more! And the boy wasn't impudent; at least until Beppo offered to strike him, and then, Beppo didn't! Beppo," derisively, "was afraid!"
"My lady," Beppo's voice was soft and unctuous, "construes forbearance for fear."
"Step nearer, boy!"
Partly blinded by the lamps, the lad obeyed; was cognizant of a piercing scrutiny; two hard, steely eyes that seemed to read his inmost thoughts; a face, indistinguishable but compelling; beyond, something white – a girl's dress – that moved and fluttered!
"Who is he?"
"A poor boy who lives in the woods, papa!"
But Beppo bent forward and whispered, his words too low for the lad to catch. Whatever his information, the Governor started; the questioning glance on an instant brightened, and his head was thrust forward close to the boy's. A chill seemed to pass over the lad, yet he did not quail.
"Good-by, boy!" said the child, and, leaning from the window, smiled down at him.
He tried to answer, when a hand pulled her in somewhat over-suddenly.
"Drive on!" Again the shrill tones cut the air. "Drive on, I tell you! Diable! What are you standing here for!"
A whip lashed the air and the horses leaped forward. The back wheels of the vehicle almost struck the lad, but, motionless, he continued staring after it. Farther it drew away, and, as he remained thus he discerned, or fancied he discerned, a girl's face at the back – a ribbon that waved for a moment in the moonlight, and then was gone.
Eight years elapsed before next he saw her.
CHAPTER IV
A DANCE ON THE BEACH
The great vernal equinox of April 178-, was the cause of certain unusual movements of the tide, which made old mariners and coast-fishermen shake their heads and gaze seaward, out of all reckoning. At times, after a tempest, on this strange coast, the waters would rise in a manner and at an hour out of the ordinary, and then among the dwellers on the shore, there were those who prognosticated dire unhappiness, telling how the sea had once devoured two villages overnight, and how, beneath the sands, were homes intact, with the people yet in their beds.
Concerned with a disordered social system and men in and out of dungeons, the Governor had little time and less inclination to note the caprices of the tide or the vagaries of the strand. The people! The menacing and mercurial ebb and flow of their moods! The maintenance of autocratic power on the land, and, a more difficult task, on the sea – these were matters of greater import than the phenomena of nature whose purposes man is powerless to shape or curb. My lady, his daughter, however, who had just returned from seven years' schooling at a convent and one year at court where the Queen, Marie Antoinette, set the fashion of gaiety, found in the conduct of their great neighbor, the ocean, a source of both entertainment and instruction for her guests, a merry company transported from Versailles.
"Is it not a sight well worth seeing after your tranquil Seine, my Lords?" she would say with a wave of her white hand toward the restless sea. "Here, perched in mid air like eagles, you have watched the 'grand tide,' as we call it, come in – like no other tide – faster than a horse can gallop! Where else could you witness the like?"
"Nowhere. And when it goes out – "
"It goes out so far, you can no longer see it; only a vast beach that reaches to the horizon, and – "
"Must be very dangerous?"
"For a few days, perhaps; later, not at all, when the petites tides are the rule, and can be depended on. Then are the sands, except for one or two places very well-known, as safe as your gardens