The Plowshare and the Sword: A Tale of Old Quebec

  CHAPTER XIII.

  ENCHANTMENT.

  Within the grass-roofed cabin another fire glowed, and beside itMadeleine entertained the guest, her white hands clasped upon her knee,her eyes lustrous as she listened to the tale of adventure which heryoung companion had to tell.

  "And now you would reach the south and bring your countrymen hither,"she said with the sweet practicability of her sex, after hearing hisstory of ventures both by land and sea. "You would win territory,perhaps fame. Then what would you do?"

  "Then? Why, I would return home," answered Geoffrey.

  "And then?" the girl pursued, the colour rising in her cheeks.

  "Then I would fight for the king."

  Madeleine sank back.

  "Would your fighting-days never be done?" she sighed reproachfully."Friend, the world gives better things than the sword. Think you," shewent on hurriedly, "we are put upon this world to hate one another andbe always at strife? Ah no. We are here to live! The soldier's daymust pass, his arm grow stiff, and 'tis then he sighs for life--thesword gives only death. How wretched is that soldier's lonely end! Itis love in life that ennobles the body, and 'tis death in love thatclothes the soul in its flight to God."

  Her eyes had been fixed upon him. She cast them down suddenly and sattrembling.

  "My father taught me the use of the sword, and explained to me theaction of the gun," Geoffrey faltered. "He taught me nothing else."

  "Your mother?" Madeleine whispered.

  "She died when I was a child."

  "She would have taught you. She would have told you to take the best,"murmured the girl.

  He could see only a rich coil of hair glowing in the firelight.

  "But I am untaught," she went on. "My father was ever a stranger, mymother has never been a friend. I grew up with Jean-Marie, my brother,who was a follower of your creed. He too believed that life hasnothing better than the sword, so went away to fight, and I have had noword of him again. Alone I have taught myself to live, to see thatlife is glorious, to find joy in drawing each healthy breath. I havestudied the birds and animals, and spoken to them, until they haveanswered me so that I could understand. It is so magnificent, thislife!"

  A chill crept into the cabin and with it Madame Labroquerie, who peeredat the comely couple, and said in her grating voice: "You are weary,sir. Daughter, show our guest where he is to rest."

  With another courtesy to the Englishman the bitter little woman passedinto her own room, and almost immediately the muttering of prayers andclicking of beads disturbed the silence which her entry had created.

  "Rest you here," Madeleine whispered, pointing to a palliasse partlycovered by a bear-skin. "You shall sleep soundly I promise, for I havefilled that palliasse with the sweet-scented grass which grows inyonder valley. May you rest there like Endymion, and may his dreams beyours."

  "His dreams were of love--if the old tale be true," said Geoffrey,flushing at his boldness.

  "Soft," she prayed, but she too had flushed. "My mother's ears arekeen. God be with you, my friend."

  "And with you also," he murmured, and raising her fair white hand hepressed it reverently to his lips.

  No hostile sound disturbed the silence of the grove throughout thatnight, and Geoffrey made no stir upon his scented bed, until the sunstreaming into the cabin and the noisy turk, turk, turk of the wildbush-fowl rendered further sleep impossible. Having performed thehasty toilet of that age, when by day and night a man had to beprepared to fight for his life, he went outside, and was straightwaymade welcome to the grove by a brilliant and versatile bluejay, whichobtruded itself upon the stranger and with cheerful chatteringfriendliness volunteered to be his guide in return for a littleflattering attention. But when Madeleine came out into the sun, thefickle bird deserted the man and paid court to the maid.

  It had been Geoffrey's honest determination to proceed that morningupon his journey, but noon, and then evening, came and found him againa tenant of the grove. All day he and Madeleine wandered in the greenvalley, like children of innocence in a garden, the girl pointing outher favourite haunts, the flowery ridges where she would while awayhours in day-dreams, and guiding him along faint paths which her smallfeet, and hers only, had trodden into being; and as they so walkedGeoffrey forgot for the time his mission, and became blind to the pathof duty, because the spell of enchantment was over him, and all theworld went far away while Madeleine was laughing at his side, and hersweet voice was in his ears, and her fragrant presence stirred beforehis eyes. No day had ever been so short, no sun more bright, noself-surrender ever more complete.

  Again the grove was in splendour at the close of the day, and againMadame Labroquerie met her guest with a grating word of greeting andher bitter smile; and again the laggard slept upon the scented couchand had his dreams; and his dreams that night were not of power, nor ofduty, nor of his harassed friends beside Couchicing; but of shadedbowers, and green valleys, and love in life, and Madeleine. And oncethe girl cried out in her sleep, but neither her mother nor her loveroverheard her unconscious utterance, "I cannot let you go."

  But during the day which followed Geoffrey's conscience awoke andreproached him for this love-in-idleness, and as the evening of thatday drew near his higher self conquered. Lying at Madeleine's feet, hetold her with averted face that on the morrow he must depart; and shemerely sighed very softly and made no answer, but longed in her heartthat the morrow might never come.

  Once again they returned to the grove, where Madame curtsied as before,and muttered to her guest: "You are welcome, sir. For the third time Ibid you welcome to my poor home."

  Her meaning was unmistakable, and the young man flushed hotly as hebowed in reply and thanked her for her words. More he would have said,but Madeleine touched him lightly and motioned him to keep silent. Heturned and followed her to the hut, and they partook of food, andafterwards sat together and talked on, and yearned for one another; andin the meantime darkness fell, and the fire outside, which wasmaintained at night to keep wild beasts at bay, surrounded the cabinwith a roseate glow.

  Alone through that twilight Madame walked, muttering as was her wont,and started in superstitious terror when she saw a tall figure standingerect, spectral, beside the leaping fire. A few more steps and theFrenchwoman recognised a priest. She hurried forward, and a minutelater genuflected to kiss the cloak of that man of blood, the Abbe LaSalle.

  In wonder the priest gave her the blessing which she sought and went onto question her. Eagerly Madame responded, telling him her name andcircumstance, explaining her position, and mentioning her longing toescape from that lonely spot. Her desires were, like herself, made upof selfishness. She did not question the priest concerning the son whohad been driven out by her bitter tongue to join the commandant'slittle force; nor did she mention Roussilac's name, because--soentirely isolated was that shelter in the grove--she was not even awarethat the man who ruled the land was indeed her nephew. But La Sallewaived her petulant inquiries aside, and asked whether any Englishmanhad lately been known to pass that way. Then Madame shortly acquaintedhim with the coming of Viner.

  "Bring me here something to eat," said the priest wearily, when he hadobtained the information which he sought. "Afterwards I will rest meby this fire."

  "Now the saints forbid," cried Madame. "Shall an infidel lie in myhouse, while a holy Churchman sleeps outside? Out the Lutheran shallgo, and you, my father, must honour my poor home this night."

  "'Tis not for me to provoke a quarrel," La Salle replied. "I may butfight in self-defence. Let me have food and a palliasse here."

  Madame bent her grey head, and went to do his bidding.

  The cabin was in gloom when Madame entered and passed through silentlyto procure food for the priest. Madeleine rose, seeking to be ofservice, but the grating voice sent her back to the fireside. Vinerhad also arisen, dimly suspicious. The girl's head reached hisshoulder, and to put away the thought, which recurred more stronglywhe
n he noted her helplessness, he resorted to selfishness.

  "Am I safe?" he asked.

  Madeleine gave him a reproachful glance.

  "My mother hates all Protestants. The heathen Indians are merelyanimals in her sight; but such as you and I are children of the devil."

  "The fire beyond the palisade is burning more strongly," he said.

  The door was open, and the glow entered the cabin like moonlight.

  "It is to keep away the wolves. You do not suspect--me?"

  "No, no," he said, in a manner that brought a smile to her mouth. "Formyself I care nothing, but I may not forget my comrades. I must beupon my guard for their sake."

  The dame reappeared, a mantle over her shoulders and her hands. Shesmiled grimly, and gently addressed her guest:

  "I have my birds to feed. They are the sole companions of myloneliness, and each night finds them awaiting me beyond the palisade.They are brighter birds than those of my country, but sadder becausesongless. The saints protect you, sir, in your sleep to-night."

  "Shall I come with you, mother?" said Madeleine.

  "Why upon this night more than others?" answered Madame bitterly."Your way is never mine. When you shall learn to pray with me then youmay walk with me."

  She left the cabin, drawing the door close.

  "Stay you here," whispered Madeleine, detaining Viner with a gentlehand. "There was that in my mother's manner which makes me fear. Iwill follow her and bring you word."

  "I would not have you put yourself to danger."

  "For me there is no danger."

  "I go with you," he said.

  "No!" cried Madeleine, stamping her foot. "You shall not."

  He gave way and let her have her will.

  When Madeleine returned with the tidings that a tall French priest waswithout, the young man's first impulse suggested that he should rushout and attempt to silence the spy, but prudence and a girl's handdetained him. For the first time Geoffrey shuddered at the thought ofdanger. With those two beautiful eyes watching him tenderly he feltthat it was good indeed to live.

  "I shall watch over you," said Madeleine's fearless young voice. "See,I will move your palliasse. Now this thin wall of wattles shall alonedivide us. We shall be so near that I can listen to your breathing,and shall hear your faintest whisper. I pray you trust in me."

  "In the morning I shall see you," he urged. "I shall not departwithout thanking you?"

  "Oh, talk not of the morning," she cried.

  He seized her fingers, and when he kissed the hand it fluttered like abird.

  "I shall have my dreams," cried Madeleine, her face uplifted, and hereyes moistened. "And they may be so happy that I shall not wake. See!Yonder is my resting-place. The wattle-wall shall separate us. Theremy head will lie. Give me your sword."

  She grasped the hilt, and thrust the blade through the trifling wall.Then she spoke with averted face: "When you are lying down to rest Ishall tell you why I have done this."

  They separated after a few tender words of commendation. The fireburnt down, and the north wind played roughly among the trees until thecabin hummed like a cave. Madame entered, as noiseless as a cat, andpassed into her room. The rattling of her beads sounded at intervals,before sleep deadened the enmity of her mind.

  "My hair is long," whispered Madeleine's sweet voice. "I am passing acoil through the hole in the wattles. Hold it, and if you heardisquieting sounds do not speak, but pull."

  "I have it," he whispered, seizing the warm silk enviously.

  "The holy angels watch over you," she murmured.

  "And you. As for me, I am already protected by an angel."

  "Angel?" she wondered.

  "Sainte Madeleine is her name."

  "Ah!" she said.

  The sound of uneasy breathing arose between the groans of the wind.After a long pause Geoffrey spoke:

  "In sleep I may lose what I am holding."

  "Twist it about your fingers," said a whisper.

  "Still, I may lose it. You will draw it away from me when you turn."

  "Lie upon it."

  "My hair is also long. I am tying yours to mine."

  "I had thought of that," she murmured.

  Another period of silence. Then, in turning, Geoffrey's lips pressedupon the rich coil, and left it with a kiss. There came a littlemovement and an almost soundless whisper:

  "Did you call?"

  "You are not yet asleep," he reproved.

  "I am watching and listening."

  "I would rather you slept while I watched."

  "Then I should be the guardian no longer."

  "But always the angel."

  The glow from without was still over the cabin where Madeleine laywide-eyed. A spider let itself suddenly from the roof, and swungspinning in wild glee at the end of a silver streak.

  "Friend," Madeleine murmured.

  "I am listening," he said.

  "There is a spider spinning from the cross-beam."

  "Would you have me destroy it?"

  "No. Oh, no! It is so happy in its life. I do not remember why Icalled you. I had something more to say."

  "I shall not sleep until you think of it."

  "Shall you go away in the morning?" she whispered suddenly.

  There was no reply.

  "And leave me?"

  "The present is life," he reminded her.

  "The thought of the future may destroy the happiness of the present."

  "What would you have me do--obey my conscience or my heart?"

  "Both," she sighed.

  "Let us talk of it in the morning."

  "Now. Oh, the spider is spinning faster--faster."

  "The morning," he repeated.

  "Now," she breathed. "But soft! Set your lips to this hole, and youshall find my ear."

  A sound of restless movement came from Madame's room, and a gratingvoice: "From witchcraft, enchantment, and heresy our Lady and the holysaints protect us."

  It was her lips that Madeleine placed to the hole in the wattle wall.