Volume II Part 53 (1/2)
”What strange apparition is yonder,” said Gervase Buckley, ”on the hill-top there before us? Beshrew me, Grace, but it hath an evil and a rancorous look.”
But Grace, along with a short scream of surprise, betrayed, too, her recognition of the object, and clung with such evident terror to her companion that he turned from the object of his inquiries to gaze on his mistress.
”What!” said he, ”hath yonder unknown such power? Methinks it hath moved thee strangely. Speak, Grace; can that hideous appearance in any way be linked with our destiny?”
”I am ignorant as thou. But its coming, as I have heard, always forebodes disaster to our house. Hast not heard of a Red Woman that sometimes haunts this neighbourhood? I never saw her until now, but I've heard strange and fearful stories of her appearing some years ago, and blighting the corn, poisoning the cattle, with many other diabolical witcheries. She is best known by the name of 'Mother Red-Cap.'”
”I've heard of this same witch in my boyhood. But what should we fear?
She is flesh and blood like ourselves; and, in spite of the prevailing belief, I could never suppose power would be granted to some, generally the most wicked and the most worthless, which from the rest of mankind is capriciously withholden.”
”Hush, Gervase; thou knowest not how far the arch-enemy of mankind may be permitted to afflict bodily our guilty race. I could tell thee such tales of yonder creature as would stagger even the most stubborn of unbelievers.”
”I will speak to her, nevertheless. Tarry here, I prithee, Grace. It were best I should go alone.”
”Oh, do not--do not! None have sight of her, as I've heard, but mischief follows. What disaster, then, may we not expect from her evil tongue? I shudder at the antic.i.p.ation. Stay here. I will not be left; and I cannot cross this dangerous swamp.”
Buckley was, however, bent on the adventure. His natural curiosity, inflamed by forbidden longing after the occult and the mysterious, to which he was too p.r.o.ne, even though sceptical as to their existence, rendered him proof against his mistress' entreaties.
Probably from situation, or rather, it might be, the distance was judged greater than in reality it proved, but the form before them looked preternaturally enlarged, and as she raised her head her arms were flung out high above it like withered and wasted branches on each side. Trembling in every limb, Grace clung to her lover, and it was after long persuasion that she suffered him to lift her over the mora.s.s, and was dragged unwillingly up the hill. As though she were the victim of some terrible fascination, her eyes were constantly riveted on the object. A raven wheeled round them, every moment narrowing the circle of its flight, and the malicious bird looked eager for mischief.
As they approached nearer to the summit, this ill-omened thing, after having brushed so close that they felt the very breath from its wings, alighted beside the Red Woman, who hardly seemed to notice, though well aware of their proximity.
They paused when several paces distant, and she rose up suddenly, extending both arms, apparently to warn them from a nearer approach.
Her skinny lips, rapidly moving to and fro, and her dark withered, bony, and cadaverous features, gave her more the appearance of a living mummy or a resurrection from the charnel-house than aught instinct with the common attributes of humanity.
Buckley was for a moment daunted. The form was so unlike anything he had ever seen. He was almost persuaded of the possibility that it might be some animated corpse doomed to wander forth either for punishment or expiation. Her lips still moved. A wild gla.s.sy eye was fixed upon them, and as she yet stood with extended arms, Gervase, almost wrought to desperation, cried out--
”Who art thou? Thy business here?”
A hollow sound, hardly like the tones of a human voice, answered in a slow and solemn adjuration--
”Beware, rash fools! None approach the Red Woman but to their undoing.”
”I know no hindrance to my free course in this domain. By whose authority am I forbidden?” said he, taking courage.
”Away--mine errand is not to thee unless provoked.”
”Unto whom is thy message?”
”To thy leman--thy ladye-love, whom thou wilt cherish to thine hurt.
Leave her, ay, though both hearts break in the separation.”
”I will not.”
”Then be partaker of the wrath that is just ready to burst upon her doomed house.”
”I told thee,” said Grace, ”she is the herald of misfortune! What woe does she denounce? What cruel judgment hast thou invoked upon our race?” cried she to this grim messenger of evil.
”Evil will--evil must! I will cling to ye till your last sustenance be dried up, and your inheritance be taken from ye.”