Part 68 (2/2)
”She is a witch herself,” replied Alizon. ”I will not trust either of you. You are both in league with Mother Demdike.”
”We are in league to save thee from her, foolish wench!” cried Mother Chattox, ”but thy perverseness will defeat all our schemes.”
”Since you will not fly, my child,” cried Mistress Nutter, ”kneel down, and pray earnestly for deliverance. Pray, while there is yet time.”
As she spoke, a growl like thunder was heard in the air, and the earth trembled beneath their feet.
”Nay, now I am sure you are my mother!” cried Alizon, flinging herself into Mistress Nutter's arms; ”and I will go with you.”
But before they could move, several dusky figures were seen rus.h.i.+ng towards them.
”Be on your guard!” cried Mother Chattox; ”here comes old Demdike with her troop. I will aid you all I can.”
”Down on your knees!” exclaimed Mistress Nutter.
Alizon obeyed, but ere a word could pa.s.s her lips, the infuriated hag, attended by her beldame band, stood beside them.
”Ha! who is here?” she cried. ”Let me see who dares interrupt my mystic rites.”
And raising her hand, the black cloud hanging over the hill was rent asunder, and the moon shone down upon them, revealing the old witch, armed with the sacrificial knife, her limbs shaking with fury, and her eyes flas.h.i.+ng with preternatural light. It revealed, also, her weird attendants, as well as the group before her, consisting of the kneeling figure of Alizon, protected by the outstretched arms of her mother, and further defended by Mother Chattox, who planted herself in front of them.
Mother Demdike eyed the group for a moment as if she would, annihilate them.
”Out of my way, Chattox!” she vociferated-”out of my way, or I will drive my knife to thy heart.” And as her old antagonist maintained her ground, she unhesitatingly advanced upon her, smote her with the weapon, and, as she fell to the ground, stepped over her bleeding body.
”Now what dost thou here, Alice Nutter?” she cried, menacing her with the reeking blade.
”I am come for my child, whom thou hast stolen from me,” replied the lady.
”Thou art come to witness her slaughter,” replied the witch, fiercely. ”Begone, or I will serve thee as I have just served old Chattox.”
”I am not sped yet,” cried the wounded hag; ”I shall live to see thee bound hand and foot by the officers of justice, and, certain thou wilt perish miserably, I shall die content.”
”Spit out thy last drops of venom, black viper,” rejoined Mother Demdike; ”when I have done with the others, I will return and finish thee. Alice Nutter, thou knowest it is vain to struggle with me. Give me up the girl.”
”Wilt thou accept my life for hers?” said Mistress Nutter.
”Of what account would thy life be to me?” rejoined Mother Demdike, disdainfully. ”If it would profit me to take it, I would do so without thy consent, but I am about to make an oblation to our master, and thou art his already. s.n.a.t.c.h her child from her-we waste time,” she added, to her attendants.
And immediately the weird crew rushed forward, and in spite of the miserable mother's efforts tore Alizon from her.
”I told you it was in vain to contend with me,” said Mother Demdike.
”Oh, that I could call down heaven's vengeance upon thy accursed head!” cried Mistress Nutter; ”but I am forsaken alike of G.o.d and man, and shall die despairing.”
”Rave on, thou wilt have ample leisure,” replied the hag. ”And now bring the girl this way,” she added to the beldames; ”the sacrifice must be made near the beacon.”
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