Part 13 (1/2)

But Le Rossignol took no further trouble than to give her a look of contempt, and lifted the furred garment to descend the stairs.

X.

AN ACADIAN POET.

”The woman who dispenses with any dignity which should attend her marriage, doth cheapen herself to her husband,” said Lady Dorinda to Antonia Bronck, leaning back in the easiest chair of the fortress. It was large and stiff, but filled with cus.h.i.+ons. Lady Dorinda's chamber was the most comfortable one in Fort St. John. It was over the front of the great hall, and was intended for a drawing-room, being s.p.a.cious, well warmed by a fireplace and lighted by windows looking into the fort.

A stately curtained bed, a toilet table with swinging mirror, bearing many of the ornaments and beauty-helpers of an elderly belle, and countless acc.u.mulations which spoke her former state in the world, made this an English bower in a French fort.

Her dull yellow hair was coifed in the fas.h.i.+on of the early Stuarts. She held a hand-screen betwixt her face and the fire, but the flush which touched its usual sallowness was not caused by heat. A wedding was a diversion of her exile which Lady Dorinda had never hoped for. There had been some mating in the fort below among soldiers and peasant women, to which she did not lower her thoughts. The noise of resulting merrymakings sufficiently sought out and annoyed her ear. But the wedding of the guest to a man of consequence in the Dutch colony was something to which she might unbend herself.

Antonia had been brought against her will to consult with this faded authority by Marie, who sat by, supporting her through the ordeal. There was never any familiar chat between the lady of the fort and the widow of Claude La Tour. Neither forgot their first meeting behind cannon, and the tragedy of a divided house. Lady Dorinda lived in Acadia because she could not well live elsewhere. And she secretly nursed a hope that in her day the province would fall into English hands, her knight be vindicated, and his son obliged to submit to a power he had defied to the extremity of warring with a father.

If the two women had no love for each other they at least stinted no ceremony. Marie presented the smallest surface of herself to her mother-in-law. It is true they had been of the same household only a few months; but months and years are the same betwixt us and the people who solve not for us this riddle of ourselves. Antonia thought little of Lady Dorinda's opinions, but her saying about the dignity of marriage rites had the force of unexpected truth. Arendt Van Corlaer had used up his patience in courts.h.i.+p. He was now bent on wedding Antonia and setting out to Montreal without the loss of another day. His route was planned up St. John River and across-country to the St. Lawrence.

”I would therefore give all possible state to this occasion,” added Lady Dorinda. ”Did you not tell me this Sir Van Corlaer is an officer?”

”He is the real patroon of Fort Orange, my lady.”

”He should then have military honors paid him on his marriage,” observed Lady Dorinda, to whom patroon suggested the barbarous but splendid vision of a western pasha. ”Salutes should be fired and drums sounded.

In thus recommending I hope I have not overstepped my authority, Madame La Tour?”

”Certainly not, your ladys.h.i.+p,” murmured Marie.

”The marriage ceremony hath length and solemnity, but I would have it longer, and more solemn. A woman in giving herself away should greatly impress a man with the charge he hath undertaken. There be not many bridegrooms like Sir Claude de la Tour, who fasted an entire day before his marriage with me. The ceremonial of that marriage hath scarce been forgotten at court to this hour.”

Lady Dorinda folded her hands and closed her eyes to sigh. Her voice had rolled the last words in her throat. At such moments she looked very superior. Her double chins and dull light eyes held great reserves of self-respect. A small box of aromatic seeds lay in her lap, and as her hands encountered it she was reminded to put a seed in her mouth and find pensive comfort in chewing it.

”Edelwald should be here to give the proper grace to this event,” added Lady Dorinda.

”I thought of him,” said Marie. ”Edelwald has so much the nature of a troubadour.”

”The studies which adorn a man were well thought of when I was at court,” said Lady Dorinda. ”Edelwald is really thrown away upon this wilderness.”

Antonia was too intent on Van Corlaer and his fell determination to turn her mind upon Edelwald. She had, indeed, seen very little of La Tour's second in command, for he had been away with La Tour on expeditions much of the time she had spent in Acadia. Edelwald was the only man of the fortress called by his baptismal name, yet it was spoken with respect and deference like a t.i.tle. He was of the family of De Born. In an age when religion made political ties stronger than the ties of nature, the La Tours and De Borns had fought side by side through Huguenot wars. When a later generation of La Tours were struggling for foothold in the New World, it was not strange that a son of the De Borns, full of songcraft and spirit inherited from some troubadour soldier of the twelfth century, should turn his face to the same land.

From his mother Edelwald took Norman and Saxon strains of blood. He had left France the previous year and made his voyage in the same s.h.i.+p with Madame La Tour and her mother-in-law, and he was now La Tour's trusted officer.

Edelwald could take up any stringed instrument, strike melody out of it and sing songs he had himself made. But such pastimes were brief in Acadia. There was other business on the frontier; sailing, hunting, fighting, persuading or defying men, exploring unyielded depths of wilderness. The joyous science had long fallen out of practice. But while the grim and b.l.o.o.d.y records of our early colonies were being made, here was an unrecorded poet in Acadia. La Tour held this gift of Edelwald's in light esteem. He was a man so full of action and of schemes for establis.h.i.+ng power that he touched only the martial side of the young man's nature, though in that contact was strong comrades.h.i.+p.

Every inmate of the fortress liked Edelwald. He mediated between commandant and men, and jealousies and bickerings disappeared before him.

”It would be better,” murmured Antonia, breaking the stately silence by Lady Dorinda's fire, ”if Mynheer Van Corlaer journeyed on to Montreal and returned here before any marriage takes place.”

”Think of the labor you will thereby put upon him,” exclaimed Marie. ”I speak for Monsieur Corlaer and not for myself,” she added; ”for by that delay I should happily keep you until summer. Besides, the priest we have here with us himself admits that the town of Montreal is little to look upon. Ville-Marie though it be named by the papists, what is it but a cl.u.s.ter of huts in the wilderness?”

”I was six months preparing to be wedded to Mynheer Bronck,” remembered Antonia.

”And will Monsieur Corlaer return here from Montreal?”