Part 27 (2/2)

”We will,” said Hugh shortly, in English.

”Now there are three of us,” went on the Man. ”The stranger from the East has found defenders from the West. On, defenders, for I do not fight thus,” and he folded his arms across his broad breast and smiled with the awful eyes.

Hugh and d.i.c.k knew no Italian, yet they both of them understood, and with a shout leaped forward toward those hungry knives. But their holders never waited for them. Some sudden panic seized them all, so that they turned and ran--ran straight across the wide Place of Arms and vanished into the network of narrow streets by which it was surrounded.

CHAPTER XIII

MURGH'S ARROW

Hugh and d.i.c.k came back. Something seemed to call them back, although no blow had been struck. The Man stood where they had left him, staring at nothing in particular. Apparently he was engaged in meditation.

”Thanking his G.o.ds because they have saved him from sudden death,”

muttered Grey d.i.c.k. ”If he's got any G.o.ds!” he added doubtfully.

Now the three, or rather the four of them, for David Day had recovered, and once more stood upon his feet from time to time glancing at the stranger's costume with a frightened eye, were left alone upon the great place with no company save the s.h.i.+pful of dead behind them and the wild, white moon above. The silence that, save for the soughing sound for which they could not account, was intense, oppressed them, as also did the heat.

Grey d.i.c.k coughed, but the Man took no notice. Then he dropped his axe with a clatter on the marble flooring of the quay and picked it up again, but still the Man took no notice. Evidently his Eastern imperturbability was not to be disturbed by such trifles. What was worse, or so thought d.i.c.k, his master Hugh had fallen into a very similar mood. He stood there staring at the Man, while the Man stared over or through him--at nothing in particular.

Grey d.i.c.k felt aggrieved. An arrow had burst to pieces unaccountably in his bow, numbing his arm and wounding him on the chin, and now he was outpaced at his own game of cold silence. He grew angry and dug David in the ribs with his elbow.

”Tell that foreigner,” he said, ”that my master and I have saved his life. Those Italian cut-throats have run away, and if he is a gentleman he should say 'thank you.'”

David hesitated, whereon d.i.c.k gave him another dig, harder than the first, and asked if he heard what he said. Then David obeyed, addressing the Man as ”Most Ill.u.s.trious” as though he were the Doge, and ending his speech with a humble apology in case he should have interrupted his pious thanksgiving.

The Man seemed to awake. Taking no notice of Day, he addressed himself to d.i.c.k, speaking in English and using just that dialect of it to which he, d.i.c.k, had been accustomed from his childhood in the neighbourhood of Dunwich. Not even the familiar Suffolk whine was forgotten.

”You and your master have saved my life, have you?” he said. ”Well, neighbour, why did you try to save my life by shooting at me with that great black bow of yours, which I see is made of Eastern woods?” He stared at the case in which it was now again hidden as though tanned leather were no obstacle to his sight; then went on: ”Do not answer: I will tell you why. You shot at me because you were afraid of me, and fear is ever cruel, is it not? Only something happened to your arrow, something that has never happened to any arrow of yours before. Oh, yes, you have saved me from the Italian cut-throats, and being a gentleman I thank you very much. Only why did the arrow burst in your bow?” and he smiled with those dreadful eyes of his.

Now, feeling overwhelmed for the second time that night, Grey d.i.c.k sat himself down upon a quay post. It was clear to him that to argue with this person in a yellow cap who talked Suffolk so well was quite useless. Why, then, waste breath which was probably his last?

Everybody seemed to be falling into meditation again, when the Man, s.h.i.+fting his head slowly, began to consider Hugh.

”What is your name and which is your country, O my second saviour?”

he asked, still speaking in English. Only now the English was of a different and more refined sort to that which he had used when he addressed d.i.c.k; such English, for instance, as came from the lips of Sir Geoffrey Carleon or from those of the lords of Edward's Court.

”I am Sir Hugh de Cressi of Dunwich, in the county of Suffolk, in England,” answered Hugh slowly.

”England. I have heard of England, and Dunwich; I have heard of Dunwich.

Indeed, I travel thither, having an appointment with an old friend in that town.”

Now a light came into Hugh's bewildered face, but he said nothing.

”I seem to have touched some chord of recollection in your mind, O my saviour of Dunwich,” said the Man. ”Look at me and tell me, who am I?”

Hugh looked, and shook his head.

”I never saw you before, nor any one at all like you,” he answered.

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