Part 9 (1/2)
The duellists stepped back as the ”phrase” ended, and then Sir Seymour gave an ”invitation,” holding his sword-arm wide to the right of his body. Sir Matthew lunged, his sword was caught, carried out to the left, and held there as Sir Seymour's blade slid inward along it. Just in time, Sir Matthew's inward pressure carried Sir Seymour's sword clear to the right again. Sir Matthew disengaged over, and, as the sudden release brought Sir Seymour's sword springing in, he thrust under that gentleman's right arm and scratched his side.
As he recovered his sword he held it for a moment with the point raised toward Sir Seymour's face. Instantly Sir Seymour's point tinkled on his hilt, and Captain Delorme murmured ”Finis” beneath his breath.
Sir Stukeley Seymour's blade shot in, Sir Matthew's moved to parry, and the point of the advancing sword flickered under his hand, turned upward, and pierced his heart.
”Yes,” said Captain Delorme, as the stricken man fell, ”if he parries outward the point goes under, if he antic.i.p.ates a feint it comes straight in, and if he parries a lunge-and-feint-under, he gets feint-over before he can come up. I have never seen Stukeley miss when once he rests on the hilt. _Exit_ de Warrenne--and h.e.l.l the worse for it----” and the boy awoke.
He kissed the sword and fell asleep again.
One day, when receiving his morning fencing and boxing lessons of Sergeant Havlan, he astonished that warrior (and made a bitter enemy of him) by warning him against allowing his blade to rest on the Sergeant's hilt, and by hitting him clean and fair whenever it was allowed to happen. Also, by talking of ”the Italian school of fence”
and of ”invitations”--the which were wholly outside the fencing-philosophy of the French-trained swordsman. At the age of fifteen the boy was too good for the man who had been the best that Aldershot had known, who had run a _salle d'armes_ for years, and who was much sought by ambitious members of the Sword Club.
The Sword, from the day of that newly vivid dream, became to the boy what his Symbol is to the religious fanatic, and he was content to sit and stare at it, musing, for hours.
The sad-eyed, sentimental lady encouraged him and spoke of Knights, Chivalry, Honour, _n.o.blesse Oblige_, and Ideals such as the nineteenth century knew not and the world will never know again.
”Be a real and true Knight, sonny darling,” she would say, ”and live to _help_. Help women--G.o.d knows they need it. And try to be able to say at the end of your life, 'I have never made a woman weep'. Yes--be a Knight and have 'Live pure, Speak true, Right wrong' on your s.h.i.+eld.
Be a Round Table Knight and ride through the world bravely. Your dear Father was a great swordsman. You may have the sword down and kiss it, the first thing every morning--and you must salute it every night as you go up to bed. You shall wear a sword some day.”
(Could the poor lady but have foreseen!)
She also gave him over-copiously and over-early of her simple, fervent, vague Theology, and much Old and New Testament History, with the highest and n.o.blest intentions--and succeeded in implanting a deep distrust and dislike of ”G.o.d” in his acutely intelligent mind.
To a prattling baby, _Mother_ should be G.o.d enough--G.o.d and all the angels and paradise in one ... (but he had never known a mother and Nurse Beaton had ever been more faithfully conscientious in deed than tenderly loving in manner).
She filled his soul with questionings and his mouth with questions which she could not answer, and which he answered for himself. The questions sometimes appalled her.
If G.o.d so loved the world, why did He let the Devil loose in it?
If G.o.d could do _anything_, why didn't He lay the Devil out with one hand?
If He always rewarded the Good and punished the Bad, why was Dearest so unhappy, and drunken Poacher Iggulsby so very gay and prosperously naughty?
He knew too that his dead Father had not been ”good,” for he heard servant-talk, and terrible old ”Grandfather” always forgot that ”Little Pitchers have Long Ears”.
If G.o.d always answered devout and faith-inspired prayer, why did He not
1. Save Caiaphas the cat when earnestly prayed for--having been run over by Pattern in the dog-cart, coming out of the stables?
2. Send the mechanical steam-boat so long and earnestly prayed for, with Faith and Belief?
3. Help the boy to lead a higher and a better life, to eat up his crusts and fat as directed, to avoid chivvying the hens, inking his fingers, haunting the stables, stealing green apples in the orchard, tearing his clothes, and generally doing evil with fire, water, mud, stones and other tempting and injurious things?
And was it entirely decent of G.o.d to be eternally spying on a fellow, as appeared to be His confirmed habit?
As for that awful heart-rending Crucifixion, was that the sort of thing for a Father to look on at.... As bad as that brutal old Abraham with Isaac his son ... were _all_ ”Good” Fathers like that ...?
And nightmare dreams of h.e.l.l--a h.e.l.l in which there was a _Snake_--wrought no improvement.