Part 15 (1/2)
They hurried back, pa.s.sed the dangling rope, and made for a little square projecting tower. They had barely rounded it when the light shot trembling past them, and flickered uncertainly into the distance.
”A lantern!” groaned Martin, in a whisper. ”They are after us.”
”Give me my knife,” whispered Gerard. ”I'll never be taken alive.”
”No, no!” murmured Margaret: ”is there no way out where we are?”
”None, none. But I carry six lives at my shoulder:” and, with the word, Martin strung his bow, and fitted an arrow to the string: ”in war never wait to be struck: I will kill one or two ere they shall know where their death comes from:” then motioning his companions to be quiet, he began to draw his bow, and, ere the arrow was quite drawn to the head, he glided round the corner ready to loose the string the moment the enemy should offer a mark.
Gerard and Margaret held their breath in horrible expectation: they had never seen a human being killed.
And now a wild hope, but half repressed, thrilled through Gerard, that this watchful enemy might be the burgomaster in person. The soldier, he knew, would send an arrow through a burgher or burgomaster as he would through a boar in a wood.
But who may foretell the future, however near? The bow, instead of remaining firm, and loosing the deadly shaft, was seen to waver first, then shake violently, and the stout soldier staggered back to them, his knees knocking and his cheeks blanched with fear. He let his arrow fall, and clutched Gerard's shoulder.
”Let me feel flesh and blood,” he gasped; ”the haunted tower! the haunted tower!”
His terror communicated itself to Margaret and Gerard. They gasped, rather than uttered, an inquiry.
”Hus.h.!.+” he cried, ”it will hear you. _Up_ the wall! it is going _up_ the wall! Its head is on fire. _Up_ the wall, as mortal creatures walk upon green sward. If you know a prayer say it! For h.e.l.l is loose to-night.”
”I have power to exorcise spirits,” said Gerard, trembling. ”I will venture forth.”
”Go alone, then!” said Martin. ”I have looked on't once and live.”
CHAPTER XI
THE strange glance of hatred the burgomaster had cast on Gerard, coupled with his imprisonment, had filled the young man with a persuasion that Ghysbrecht was his enemy to the death: and he glided round the angle of the tower, fully expecting to see no supernatural appearance, but some cruel and treacherous contrivance of a bad man to do him mischief in that prison, his escape from which could hardly be known.
As he stole forth, a soft but brave hand crept into his, and Margaret was by his side to share this new peril.
No sooner was the haunted tower visible, than a sight struck their eyes that benumbed them as they stood. More than half way up the tower, a creature with a fiery head, like an enormous glowworm, was steadily mounting the wall: the body was dark, but its outline visible through the glare from the head, and the whole creature not much less than four feet long.
At the foot of the tower stood a thing in white, that looked exactly like the figure of a female. Gerard and Margaret palpitated with awe.
”The rope, the rope! It is going up the rope,” gasped Gerard.
As they gazed, the glowworm disappeared in Gerard's late prison, but its light illuminated the cell inside and reddened the window. The white figure stood motionless below.
Such as can retain their senses after the first prostrating effect of the supernatural, are apt to experience terror in one of its strangest forms, a wild desire to fling themselves upon the terrible object. It fascinates them as the snake the bird. The great tragedian Macready used to render this finely in Macbeth at Banquo's second appearance. He flung himself with averted head at the horrible shadow. This strange impulse now seized Margaret. She put down Gerard's hand quietly, and stood bewildered; then, all in a moment, with a wild cry, darted towards the spectre. Gerard, not aware of the natural impulse I have spoken of, never doubted the evil one was drawing her to her perdition. He fell on his knees.
”Exorcizo vos. In nomine beatae Mariae, exorcizo vos.”
While the exorcist was shrieking his incantations in extremity of terror, to his infinite relief he heard the spectre utter a feeble cry of fear. To find that h.e.l.l had also its little weaknesses was encouraging. He redoubled his exorcisms and presently he saw the ghastly shape kneeling at Margaret's knees and heard it praying piteously for mercy.
Kate and Giles soon reached the haunted tower. Judge their surprise when they found a new rope dangling from the prisoner's window to the ground.
”I see how it is,” said the inferior intelligence, taking facts as they came. ”Our Gerard has come down this rope. He has got clear. Up I go, and see.”