CHAPTER XXIII
LIFE and liberty, while safe, are little thought of: for why? they arematters of course. Endangered, they are rated at their real value. Inthis, too, they are like sunshine, whose beauty men notice not at noonwhen it is greatest, but towards evening when it lies in flakes of topazunder shady elms. Yet it is feebler then; but gloom lies beside it, andcontrast reveals its fire. Thus Gerard and Margaret, though they startedat every leaf that rustled louder than its fellows, glowed all over withjoy and thankfulness as they glided among the friendly trees in safetyand deep tranquil silence, baying dogs and brutal voices yet ringing intheir mind's ears.
But presently Gerard found stains of blood on Margaret's ankles."Martin! Martin! help! they have wounded her: the crossbow!"
"No, no," said Margaret, smiling to re-assure him. "I am not wounded,nor hurt at all."
"But what is it, then, in Heaven's name?" cried Gerard, in greatagitation.
"Scold me not then!" and Margaret blushed.
"Did I ever scold you?"
"No, dear Gerard. Well, then, Martin said it was blood those cruel dogsfollowed; so I thought, if I could but have a little blood on my shoon,the dogs would follow me instead, and let my Gerard wend free. So Iscratched my arm with Martin's knife--forgive me! Whose else could Itake? Yours, Gerard? Ah, no. You forgive me?" said she beseechingly, andlovingly and fawningly, all in one.
"Let me see this scratch first," said Gerard, choking with emotion."There, I thought so. A scratch? I call it a cut--a deep terrible, cruelcut."
Gerard shuddered at sight of it.
"She might have done it with her bodkin," said the soldier. "Milksop!that sickens at sight of a scratch and a little blood."
"No, no. I could look on a sea of blood; but not on hers. Oh, Margaret!how could you be so cruel?"
Margaret smiled with love ineffable. "Foolish Gerard," murmured she, "tomake so much of nothing." And she flung the guilty arm round his neck."As if I would not give all the blood in my heart for you, let alone afew drops from my arm." And, with this, under the sense of his recentdanger, she wept on his neck for pity and love: and he wept with her.
"And I must part from her," he sobbed, "we two that love so dear--onemust be in Holland, one in Italy. Ah me! ah me! ah me!"
At this Margaret wept afresh, but patiently and silently. Instinct isnever off its guard, and with her unselfishness was an instinct. Toutter her present thoughts would be to add to Gerard's misery atparting, so she wept in silence.
Suddenly they emerged upon a beaten path and Martin stopped.
"This is the bridle-road I spoke of," said he, hanging his head, "andthere away lies the hostelry."
Margaret and Gerard cast a scared look at one another.
"Come a step with me, Martin," whispered Gerard. When he had drawn himaside, he said to him in a broken voice, "Good Martin, watch over herfor me! She is my wife; yet I leave her. See Martin! here is gold--itwas for my journey; it is no use my asking her to take it: she wouldnot; but you will for her, will you not? Oh Heaven! and is this all Ican do for her? Money? But poverty is a curse. You will not let her wantfor anything, dear Martin? The burgomaster's silver is enough for me."
"Thou art a good lad, Gerard. Neither want nor harm shall come to her. Icare more for her little finger than for all the world: and were shenought to me, even for thy sake would I be a father to her. Go with astout heart, and God be with thee going and coming." And the roughsoldier wrung Gerard's hand, and turned his head away, with unwontedfeeling.
After a moment's silence, he was for going back to Margaret; but Gerardstopped him. "No, good Martin: prithee, stay here behind this thicket,and turn your head away from us while I--Oh Martin! Martin!"
By this means Gerard escaped a witness of his anguish at leaving her heloved, and Martin escaped a piteous sight. He did not see the poor youngthings kneel and renew before Heaven those holy vows cruel men hadinterrupted. He did not see them cling together like one, and then tryto part and fail, and return to one another, and cling again, likedrowning, despairing creatures. But he heard Gerard sob, and sob, andMargaret moan.
At last there was a hoarse cry, and feet pattered on the hard road.
He started up, and there was Gerard running wildly, with both handsclasped above his head, in prayer, and Margaret tottering back towardshim with palms extended piteously, as if for help, and ashy cheek, andeyes fixed on vacancy.
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He caught her in his arms, and spoke words of comfort to her; but hermind could not take them in; only at the sound of his voice she moanedand held him tight, and trembled violently.
He got her on the mule, and put his arm round her, and so, supportingher frame, which, from being strung like a bow, had now turned allrelaxed and powerless, he took her slowly and sadly home.
She did not shed one tear, nor speak one word.
At the edge of the wood he took her off the mule, and bade her go acrossto her father's house. She did as she was bid.
Martin to Rotterdam. Sevenbergen was too hot for him.
Gerard, severed from her he loved, went like one in a dream. He hired ahorse and guide at the little hostelry, and rode swiftly towards theGerman frontier. But all was mechanical; his senses felt blunted; treesand houses and men moved by him like objects seen through a veil. Hiscompanion spoke to him twice, but he did not answer. Only once he criedout savagely, "Shall we never be out of this hateful country?"
After many hours' riding they came to the brow of a steep hill; a smallbrook ran at the bottom.
"Halt!" cried the guide, and pointed across the valley. "Here isGermany."
"Where?"
"On t'other side of the bourn. No need to ride down the hill, I trow."
Gerard dismounted without a word, and took the burgomaster's purse fromhis girdle: while he opened it, "You will soon be out of this hatefulcountry," said the guide, half sulkily; "mayhap the one you are going towill like you no better: anyway, though it be a church you have robbed,they cannot take you, once across that bourn."
These words at another time would have earned the speaker an admonition,or a cuff. They fell on Gerard now like idle air. He paid the lad insilence, and descended the hill alone. The brook was silvery: it ranmurmuring over little pebbles, that glittered, varnished by the clearwater: he sat down and looked stupidly at them. Then he drank of thebrook: then he laved his hot feet and hands in it; it was very cold: itwaked him. He rose, and taking a run, leaped across it into Germany.Even as he touched the strange land he turned suddenly and looked back."Farewell, ungrateful country!" he cried. "But for _her_ it would costme nought to leave you for ever, and all my kith and kin, and--themother that bore me, and--my playmates, and my little native town.Farewell, fatherland--welcome the wide world! omne so--lum for--tip--p--at--ri--a." And with these brave words in his mouth he droopedsuddenly with arms and legs all weak, and sat down and sobbed bitterlyupon the foreign soil.
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When the young exile had sat a while bowed down, he rose and dashed thetears from his eyes like a man; and, not casting a single glance morebehind him to weaken his heart, stepped out into the wide world.
His love and heavy sorrow left no room in him for vulgar misgivings.Compared with rending himself from Margaret, it seemed a small thing togo on foot to Italy in that rude age.
All nations meet in a convent; so thanks to his good friends the monks,and his own thirst of knowledge, he could speak most of the languagesneeded on that long road. He said to himself, "I will soon be at Rome:the sooner the better, now."
After walking a good league, he came to a place where four ways met.Being country roads and serpentine, they had puzzled many aninexperienced neighbor passing from village to village. Gerard took outa little dial Peter had given him, and set it in the autumn sun, and bythis compass steered unhesitatingly for Rome; inexperienced as a youngswallow flying south, but, unlike the swallow, wandering south alone.
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