Part 30 (1/2)

”Come,” said G.o.dwin to Wulf; ”we had best obey.”

So together they walked through the crowd of those feasters that remained, for most of them had already left the hall, who made way, not without reverence, for the brethren of this new star of beauty, on to the terrace, and from the terrace into the gardens.

Here they stood awhile in the sweet freshness of the night, which was very grateful after the heated, perfume-laden air of the banquet; then began to wander up and down among the scented trees and flowers. The moon, floating in a cloudless sky, was almost at its full, and by her light they saw a wondrous scene. Under many of the trees and in tents set about here and there, rugs were spread, and to them came men who had drunk of the wine of the feast, and cast themselves down to sleep.

”Are they drunk?” asked Wulf.

”It would seem so,” answered G.o.dwin.

Yet these men appeared to be mad rather than drunk, for they walked steadily enough, but with wide-set, dreamy eyes; nor did they seem to sleep upon the rugs, but lay there staring at the sky and muttering with their lips, their faces steeped in a strange, unholy rapture. Sometimes they would rise and walk a few paces with outstretched arms, till the arms closed as though they clasped something invisible, to which they bent their heads to babble awhile. Then they walked back to their rugs again, where they remained silent.

As they lay thus, white-veiled women appeared, who crouched by the heads of these sleepers, murmuring into their ears, and when from time to time they sat up, gave them to drink from cups they carried, after partaking of which they lay down again and became quite senseless.

Only the women would move on to others and serve them likewise.

Some of them approached the brethren with a slow, gliding motion, and offered them the cup; but they walked forward, taking no notice, whereupon the girls left them, laughing softly, and saying such things as ”Tomorrow we shall meet,” or ”Soon you will be glad to drink and enter into Paradise.”

”When the time comes doubtless we shall be glad, who have dwelt here,” answered G.o.dwin gravely, but as he spoke in French they did not understand him.

”Step out, brother,” said Wulf, ”for at the very sight of those rugs I grow sleepy, and the wine in the cups sparkles as bright as their bearers' eyes.”

So they walked on towards the sound of a waterfall, and, when they came to it, drank, and bathed their faces and heads.

”This is better than their wine,” said Wulf. Then, catching sight of more women flitting round them, looking like ghosts amid the moonlit glades, they pressed forward till they reached an open sward where there were no rugs, no sleepers, and no cupbearers.

”Now,” said Wulf, halting, ”tell me what does all this mean?”

”Are you deaf and blind?” asked G.o.dwin. ”Cannot you see that yonder fiend is in love with Rosamund, and means to take her, as he well may do?”

Wulf groaned aloud, then answered: ”I swear that first I will send his soul to h.e.l.l, even though our own must keep it company.”

”Ay,” answered G.o.dwin, ”I saw; you went near to it tonight. But remember, that is the end for all of us. Let us wait then to strike until we must--to save her from worse things.”

”Who knows that we may find another chance? Meanwhile, meanwhile--” and again he groaned.

”Among those ornaments that hung about the waist of Rosamund I saw a jewelled knife,” answered G.o.dwin, sadly. ”She can be trusted to use it if need be, and after that we can be trusted to do our worst. At least, I think that we should die in a fas.h.i.+on that would be remembered in this mountain.”

As they spoke they had loitered towards the edge of the glade, and halting there stood silent, till presently from under the shadow of a cedar tree appeared a solitary, white robed woman.

”Let us be going,” said Wulf; ”here is another of them with her accursed cup.”

But before they could turn the woman glided up to them and suddenly unveiled. It was Masouda.

”Follow me, brothers Peter and John,” she said in a laughing whisper. ”I have words to say to you. What! you will not drink?

Well, it is wisest.” And emptying the cup upon the ground she flitted ahead of them.

Silently as a wraith she went, now appearing in the open s.p.a.ces, now vanis.h.i.+ng, beneath the dense gloom of cedar boughs, till she reached a naked, lonely rock which stood almost upon the edge of the gulf. Opposite to this rock was a great mound such as ancient peoples reared over the bodies of their dead, and in the mound, cunningly hidden by growing shrubs, a ma.s.sive door.

Masouda took a key from her girdle, and, having looked around to see that they were alone, unlocked it.

”Enter,” she said, pus.h.i.+ng them before her. They obeyed, and through the darkness within heard her close the door.