by Robert Louis Stevenson
Saranac Lake, April 8, 1888.
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They awoke in the grey of the morning; the birds were not yet in full song, but twittered here and there among the woods; the sun was not yet up, but the eastern sky was barred with solemn colours. Half starved and over-weary as they were, they lay without moving, sunk in a delightful listlessness. And as they lay, the clang of a bell fell suddenly upon their ears.
“A bell!” said Dick, sitting up. “Can we be, then, so near to Holywood?”
A little after, the bell clanged again, but this time somewhat nearer hand; and from that time on, and still drawing nearer and nearer, it continued to sound brokenly abroad in the silence of the morning.
“What should this mean?” said Dick, who was now wide awake.
“It is someone walking,” returned Matcham, and “the bell tolls as he moves.”
“I can see that,” said Dick. “But why? What is he doing in Tunstall Woods? Jack,” he added, “laugh at me if you want, but I like not the hollow sound of it.”
“No,” said Matcham, with a shiver, “it has a doleful note. If the day had not come”—
But just then the bell, quickening its pace, began to ring thick and hurried, and then it gave a single hammering jangle, and was silent for a space.
“It is as if the bearer had run for a minute, and then leaped the river,” Dick observed.
“And now he begins again to pace soberly forward,” added Matcham.
“No,” returned Dick—“no, not so soberly, Jack. It is a man that walks right speedily. It is a man in some fear of his life, or about some hurried business. Don’t you see how quickly the beating draws near?”
“It is now close by,” said Matcham.
They were now on the edge of the pit; and as the pit itself was on a certain eminence, they commanded a view over the greater proportion of the clearing, up to the thick woods that closed it in.
The daylight, which was very clear and grey, showed them a riband of white footpath wandering among the gorse. It passed some hundred yards from the pit, and ran the whole length of the clearing, east and west. By the line of its course, Dick judged it should lead more or less directly to the Moat House.
Upon this path, stepping forth from the margin of the wood, a white figure now appeared. It paused a little, and seemed to look about; and then, at a slow pace, and bent almost double, it began to draw near across the heath. At every step the bell clanked. Face, it had none; a white hood, not even pierced with eye-holes, veiled the head; and as the creature moved, it seemed to feel its way with the tapping of a stick. Fear fell upon the lads, as cold as death.
“A leper!” said Dick, hoarsely.
“His touch is death,” said Matcham. “Let us run.”
“Not so,” returned Dick. “Don’t you see?—he is stone blind. He guides himself with a staff. Let us lie still; the wind blows towards the path, and he will go by and hurt us not. Alas, poor soul, and we should rather pity him!”
“I will pity him when he is by,” replied Matcham.
The blind leper was now about halfway towards them, and just then the sun rose and shone full on his veiled face. He had been a tall man before he was bowed by his disgusting sickness, and even now he walked with a vigorous step. The dismal beating of his bell, the pattering of the stick, the eyeless screen before his countenance, and the knowledge that he was not only doomed to death and suffering, but shut out for ever from the touch of his fellow-men, filled the lads’ bosoms with dismay; and at every step that brought him nearer, their courage and strength seemed to desert them.
As he came about level with the pit, he paused, and turned his face full upon the lads.
“Mary be my shield! He sees us!” said Matcham, faintly.
“Hush!” whispered Dick. “He is only listening. He is blind, fool!”
The leper looked or listened, whichever he was really doing, for some seconds. Then he began to move on again, but presently paused once more, and again turned and seemed to gaze upon the lads. Even Dick became dead-white and closed his eyes, as if by the mere sight he might become infected. But soon the bell sounded, and this time, without any farther hesitation, the leper crossed the remainder of the little heath and disappeared into the covert of the woods.
“He saw us,” said Matcham. “I could swear it!”
“Tut!” returned Dick, recovering some sparks of courage. “He but heard us. He was in fear, poor soul! If you were blind, and walked in a perpetual night, you would jump, if ever a twig rustled or a bird cried ‘Peep.’”
“Dick, good Dick, he saw us,” repeated Matcham. “When a man is listening, he does not act as this man did; he acts differently, Dick. This was seeing; it was not hearing. He means foully. Hark, else, if his bell be not stopped!”
Such was the case. The bell rang no longer.
“Yes” said Dick, “I don’t like that. What does this mean? Let us go, by the mass!”
“He has gone east,” added Matcham. “Good Dick, let us go westward immediately; I shall not breathe till I have my back turned upon that leper.”
“Jack, you are too cowardly,” replied Dick. “We shall go fair for Holywood, or as fair, at least, as I can guide you, and that will be due north.”
They were afoot at once, passed the stream upon some stepping-stones, and began to mount on the other side, which was steeper, towards the margin of the wood. The ground became very uneven, full of knolls and hollows; trees grew scattered or in clumps; it became difficult to choose a path, and the lads somewhat wandered. They were weary, besides, with yesterday’s exertions and the lack of food, and they moved heavily and dragged their feet among the sand.
Presently, coming to the top of a knoll, they were aware of the leper, some hundred feet in front of them, crossing the line of their march by a hollow. His bell was silent, his staff no longer tapped the ground, and he went before him with the swift and assured footsteps of a man who sees. Next moment he had disappeared into a little thicket.
The lads, at the first glimpse, had crouched behind a tuft of gorse; there they lay, horror-struck.
“Certainly, he pursues us,” said Dick—“certain! He held the clapper of his bell in one hand, did you see? that it should not sound. Now may the saints aid and guide us, for I have no strength to combat pestilence!”
“Where is he going?” cried Matcham. “What does he want? Who ever heard the like, that a leper, out of mere malice, should pursue unfortunates? Does he have the bell for that purpose, that people may avoid him? Dick, there is below this something deeper.”
“I care not,” moaned Dick; “the strength is gone out of me; my legs are like water. The saints be my assistance!”
“Would you lie there idle?” cried Matcham. “Let us back into the open. We have the better chance; he cannot steal upon us unawares.”
“Not I,” said Dick. “My time is come, and maybe he may pass us by.”
“Bend me, then, your bow!” cried the other. “What! will you not be a man?”
Dick crossed himself. “Would you have me shoot at a leper?” he cried. “The hand would fail me. No,” he added—“no, let be! With sound men I will fight, but not with ghosts and lepers. Which this is, I don’t know. One or other, Heaven be our protection!”
“Now,” said Matcham, “if this be man’s courage, what a poor thing is man! But since you will do nothing, let us lie still.”
Then came a single, broken jangle on the bell.
“He has missed his hold upon the clapper,” whispered Matcham. “Saints! how near he is!”
But Dick answered never a word; his teeth were near chattering.
Soon they saw a piece of the white robe between some bushes; then the leper’s head was thrust out from behind a trunk, and he seemed narrowly to scan the neighbourhood before he once again withdrew. To their stretched senses, the whole bush appeared alive with rustlings and the creak of twigs; and they heard the beating of each other’s heart.
Suddenly, with a cry, the leper sprang into the open close by, and ran straight upon the lads. They, shrieking aloud, separated and began to run different ways. But their horrible enemy fastened upon Matcham, ran him swiftly down, and had him almost instantly a prisoner. The lad gave one scream that echoed high and far over the forest, he had one spasm of struggling, and then all his limbs relaxed, and he fell limp into his captor’s arms.
Dick heard the cry and turned. He saw Matcham fall; and on the instant his spirit and his strength revived; With a cry of pity and anger, he unslung and bent his arblast. But before he had time to shoot, the leper held up his hand.
“Hold your shot, Dick!” cried a familiar voice. “Hold your shot, mad dog! Don’t you know a friend?”
And then laying down Matcham on the turf, he undid the hood from off his face, and disclosed the features of Sir Daniel Brackley.
“Sir Daniel!” cried Dick.
“Yes, by the mass, Sir Daniel!” returned the knight. “Would you shoot at your guardian, rogue? But here is this”—And there he broke off, and pointing to Matcham, asked: “What do you call him, Dick?”
“I,” said Dick, “call him Master Matcham. Don’t you know him? He said you knew him!”
“Yes,” replied Sir Daniel, “I know the lad;” and he chuckled. “But he has fainted; and, by my word, he might have had less to faint for! Hey, Dick? Did I put the fear of death upon you?”
“Indeed, Sir Daniel, you did that,” said Dick, and sighed again at the mere recollection. “Sir, saving your respect, I would have perferred to meet the devil in person; and to speak the truth, I am still tembling. But why were you, sir, in such a guise?”
Sir Daniel’s brow grew suddenly black with anger.
“What am I doing?” he said. “Don’t remind me of it! What? I skulked for my poor life in my own wood of Tunstall, Dick. We were ill sped at the battle; we but got there to be swept among the rout. Where be all my good men-at-arms? Dick, by the mass, I know not! We were swept down; the shot fell thick among us; I have not seen one man in my own colours since I saw three fall. For myself, I came sound to Shoreby, and being mindful of the Black Arrow, got me this gown and bell, and came softly by the path for the Moat House. There is no disguise to be compared with it; the jingle of this bell would scare the stoutest outlaw in the forest; they would all turn pale to hear it. At length I came by you and Matcham. I could see poorly through this same hood, and was not sure of you, being chiefly, and for many a good cause, astonished at the finding you together. Moreover, in the open, where I had to go slowly and tap with my staff, I feared to disclose myself. But see,” he added, “this poor boy begins a little to revive. A little good wine will comfort his heart.”
The knight, from under his long dress, produced a stout bottle, and began to rub the temples and wet the lips of the patient, who returned gradually to consciousness, and began to roll dim eyes from one to another.
“What cheer, Jack!” said Dick. “It was no leper, after all; it was Sir Daniel! See!”
“Swallow a good draught of this,” said the knight. “This will give you manhood. Thereafter, I will give you both a meal, and we shall all three go on to Tunstall. For, Dick,” he continued, laying forth bread and meat upon the grass, “I promise you, in all good conscience, I want to be safe between four walls. Not since I backed a horse have I been pressed so hard; peril of life, jeopardy of land and livelihood, and to sum up, all these outlaws in the wood to hunt me down. But I am not caught yet. Some of my lads will pick their way home. Hatch has ten fellows; Selden, he had six. No, we shall soon be strong again; and if I can but buy my peace with my right fortunate and undeserving Lord of York, why, Dick, we’ll be a man again and go riding horseback!”
And so saying, the knight filled himself a horn of wine, and pledged his ward silently.
“Selden,” Dick faltered—“Selden”—And he paused again.
Sir Daniel put down the wine untasted.
“How!” he cried, in a changed voice. “Selden? Speak! What of Selden?”
Dick stammered forth the tale of the ambush and the massacre.
The knight heard in silence; but as he listened, his countenance became convulsed with rage and grief.
“Now here,” he cried, “on my right hand, I swear to avenge it! If that I fail, if that I spill not ten men’s souls for each, may this hand wither from my body! I broke this Duckworth like a rush; I beggared him to his door; I burned the thatch above his head; I drove him from this country; and now, he comes back to trap me? No, but, Duckworth, this time it shall go worse with you!”
He was silent for some time, his face working.
“Eat!” he cried, suddenly. “And you here,” he added to Matcham, “swear an oath to follow straight to the Moat House.”
“I will pledge my honour,” replied Matcham.
“Why should I believe your honour?” cried the knight. “Swear upon your mother’s welfare!”
Matcham gave the required oath; and Sir Daniel re-adjusted the hood over his face, and prepared his bell and staff. To see him once more in that appalling travesty somewhat revived the horror of his two companions. But the knight was soon upon his feet.
“Eat with despatch,” he said, “and follow me quickly to my house.”
And with that he set forth again into the woods; and presently after the bell began to sound, numbering his steps, and the two lads sat by their untasted meal, and heard it die slowly away up hill into the distance.
“And so you go to Tunstall?” Dick inquired.
“Yes,” said Matcham, “when needs must! I am braver behind Sir Daniel’s back than to his face.”
They ate hastily, and set out along the path through the airy upper levels of the forest, where great beeches stood apart among green lawns, and the birds and squirrels made merry on the boughs. Two hours later, they began to descend upon the other side, and already, among the tree-tops, saw before them the red walls and roofs of Tunstall House.
“Here,” said Matcham, pausing, “you shall take leave of your friend Jack, whom you are to see no more. Come, Dick, forgive him what he did wrong, as he, for his part, cheerfully and lovingly forgives you.”
“And why is that so?” asked Dick. “If we both go to Tunstall, I shall see you yet again, I think, and that right often.”
“You’ll never again see poor Jack Matcham,” replied the other, “that was so fearful and burdensome, and yet plucked you from the river; you’ll not see him anymore, Dick, by my honour!” He held his arms open, and the lads embraced and kissed. “And, Dick,” continued Matcham, “my spirit bodes ill. You are now to see a new Sir Daniel; for until now all prospered in his hands exceedingly, and fortune followed him; but now, I think, when his fate has come upon him, and he runs the adventure of his life, he will prove but a foul lord to both of us. He may be brave in battle, but he has the liar’s eye; there is fear in his eye, Dick, and fear is as cruel as the wolf! We go down into that house, Saint Mary guide us out again!”
And so they continued their descent in silence, and came out at last before Sir Daniel’s forest stronghold, where it stood, low and shady, flanked with round towers and stained with moss and lichen, in the lilied waters of the moat. Even as they appeared, the doors were opened, the bridge lowered, and Sir Daniel himself, with Hatch and the parson at his side, stood ready to receive them.