Part 31 (2/2)

”Tell the man and all whom it may concern,” he said in an angry voice, ”that I am ready to fight him as he will, on horse or on foot, with lance or sword or axe or dagger, or any or all of them, in mail or without it; or, if it pleases him, stripped to the s.h.i.+rt. Only let him settle swiftly, since unless the sweat runs into my eyes and dims them, it seems to me that night is coming before it is noon.”

”You are right,” answered Sir Geoffrey, ”this gathering gloom is ominous and fearful. I think that some awesome tempest must be about to burst.

Also it seems to me that Cattrina has no stomach for this fray, else he would not raise so many points of martial law and custom.”

Then wiping his brow with a silken handkerchief he returned to deliver the message.

Now Hugh and d.i.c.k, watching, saw that Cattrina and those who advised him could find no further loophole for argument. They saw, moreover, that the Doge grew angry, for he rose in his seat, throwing off his velvet robe of office, of which it appeared that he could no longer bear the weight, and spoke in a hard voice to Cattrina and his squires. Next, once more the t.i.tles of the combatants were read, and their cause of combat, and while this went on Hugh bade d.i.c.k bind about his right arm a certain red ribbon that Eve had given him, saying that he wished to fight wearing his lady's favour.

d.i.c.k obeyed, muttering that he thought such humours foolish and that a knight might as well wear a woman's petticoat as her ribbon. By now, so dim had the light grown, he could scarce see to tie the knot.

Indeed, the weather was very strange.

From the dark, lowering sky above a palpable blackness sank downward as though the clouds themselves were falling of their own weight, while from the sea great rolls of vapour came sweeping in like waves. Also this sea itself had found a voice, for, although it was so calm, it moaned like a world in pain. The great mult.i.tude began to murmur, and their faces, lifted upward toward the sky, grew ghastly white. Fear, they knew not of what, had got hold of them. A voice cried shrilly:

”Let them fight and have done. We would get home ere the tempest bursts.”

The first trumpet blew and the horses of the knights, which whinnied uneasily, were led to their stations. The second trumpet blew and the knights laid their lances in rest. Then ere the third trumpet could sound, suddenly the darkness of midnight swallowed all the scene.

d.i.c.k groped his way to Hugh's side. ”Bide where you are,” he said, ”the end of the world is here; let us meet it like men and together.”

”Ay,” answered Hugh, and his voice rang hollow through his closed visor, ”without doubt it is the end of the world, and Murgh, the Minister, has been sent to open the doors of heaven and h.e.l.l. G.o.d have mercy on us all!”

So they stayed there, hearkening to the groans and prayers of the terrified mult.i.tude about them, d.i.c.k holding the bridle of the horse, which shook from head to foot, but never stirred. For some minutes they remained thus, till suddenly the sky began to lighten, but with no natural light. The colour of it, of the earth beneath and of the air between was a deep, terrible red, that caused all things to seem as though they were dyed in blood. Lighter and lighter and redder and redder it grew, the long stand and the pavilions became visible, and after them the dense, deep ring of spectators. Many of these were kneeling, while others, who could find no s.p.a.ce to kneel, held their hands upstretched toward heaven, or beat their b.r.e.a.s.t.s and wept in the emotional fas.h.i.+on of the country.

Yet not on them were the eyes of Hugh and Grey d.i.c.k fixed, but rather on a single figure which stood quite alone in the midst of that great arena where Cattrina and his horse should have been, where they had been indeed but a little while before. The figure was clothed in a red and yellow cap shaped like a c.o.c.k's-comb, in black furs, a yellow robe and white gloves and sandals. Yonder it stood, fantastic, fearful, its bare and brawny arms crossed upon its breast, its head bowed as though it contemplated the ground. There was not an eye of all the tens of thousands of those who were present that did not see it; there was not a voice that did not break into a yell of terror and hate, till the earth shook with such a sound as might reverberate through the choked abyss of h.e.l.l.

”The fiend! The fiend! The fiend!” said the shout. ”Kill him! Kill him!

Kill him!”

The figure looked up, the red light shone upon its stony face that seemed one blotch of white amidst its glow. Then it stooped down and lifted from the sand a knight's lance such as Cattrina had held. It raised the lance and with it pointed four times, east and west and north and south, holding it finally for a while in the direction of the tribune, where sat the Doge with all his n.o.ble company, and of Venice beyond. Lastly, with a quick and easy motion, it cast the lance toward the sky, whence it fell, remaining fixed point downward in the earth.

Then a tongue of mist that had crept up from the sea enveloped it, and when that mist cleared away the shape was gone.

Now the red haze thinned, and for the first time that morning the sun shone out in a sickly fas.h.i.+on. Although their nerves were torn by the unnatural darkness and the apparition that followed it, which all saw, yet none quite believed that they had seen, the mult.i.tude shouted for the combat to proceed.

Once more Hugh laid his lance in rest, thinking that Cattrina was there, although he could not see him.

Then the third trumpet rang out--in that silence it sounded like the blast of doom--and Hugh spurred his horse forward a little way, but halted, for he could perceive no foe advancing against him. He stared about him, and at last in a rage threw his lance to a squire, and, turning his horse, galloped to the tribune. There he pulled it to his haunches and shouted out in a great voice:

”Where is Cattrina? Am I to be fooled, who appear here as the champion of the King of England? Where is Cattrina? Produce Cattrina that I may slay him or be slain, or, Chivalry of Venice, be forever shamed!”

The Doge rose, uttering swift commands, and heralds ran here and there.

Knights and captains searched the pavilions and every other place where a mounted man might hide. But they never found Cattrina, and, returning at length, confessed as much with bowed heads.

The Doge, maddened by this ignominy, seized the great gold chain upon his beast and burst it in two.

”Cattrina has fled!” he shouted. ”Or Satan himself has carried him away!

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