Part 25 (1/2)
”Edelwald can turn all these mishaps into a song, my lady,” declared Jean le Prince. Marie had that sensation of lost ident.i.ty which has confused us all. In her walk she pa.s.sed the loops dangling ready for her men. A bird, poised for one instant on the turret, uttered a sweet long trill. She could hear the river. It was incredible that all those unknown faces should be swarming below her; that the garrison was obliged to stand tied; that Lady Dorinda had braved the rabble of soldiery and come out to wait weeping at the scaffold end. Marie looked at the row of downcast faces. The bond between these faithful soldiers and herself was that instant sublime.
”I crave pardon of you all,” said Marie as she came back and the rustle of her gown again pa.s.sed them, ”for not knowing how to deal with the crafty of this world. My foolishness has brought you to this scaffold.”
”No, my lady,” said the men in full chorus.
”We desire nothing better, my lady,” said Edelwald, ”since your walking there has blessed it.”
Father Vincent's voice from the tower door arrested the spectacle. His cowl was pushed back to his shoulders, baring the astonishment of his lean face.
”This is the unworthiest action of your life, my son De Charnisay,” he denounced, shaking his finger and striding down at the governor, who owned the check by a slight grimace.
”It is enough,” said D'Aulnay. ”Let the scaffold now be cleared for the men.”
He submitted with impatience to a continued parley with the Capuchin.
Father Vincent de Paris was angry. And constantly as D'Aulnay walked from him he zealously followed.
The afternoon sunlight sloped into the walls, leaving a bank of shadow behind the timbered framework, which extended an etching of itself toward the esplanade. The lengthened figures of soldiers pa.s.sed also in cloudy images along the broken ground, for a subaltern's first duty had been to set guards upon the walls. The new master of Fort St. John was now master of all southern and western Acadia; but he had heard nothing which secured him against La Tour's return with fresh troops.
”My friends,” said D'Aulnay, speaking to the garrison, ”this good friar persuades in me more softness than becomes a faithful servant of the king. One of your number I will reprieve.”
”Then let it be Jean le Prince,” said Edelwald, speaking for the first time to D'Aulnay de Charnisay. ”The down has not yet grown on the lad's lip.”
”But I pardon him,” continued the governor, ”on condition that he hangs the rest of you.”
”Hang thyself!” cried the boy. ”Thou art the only man on earth I would choke with a rope.”
”Will no one be reprieved?”
D'Aulnay's eye, traveled from scorn to scorn along the row.
”It is but the pus.h.i.+ng aside of a slab. They are all stubborn heretics, Father Vincent. We waste time. I should be inspecting the contents of this fort.”
The women and children were flattening themselves like terrified swallows against the gate; for through the hum of stirring soldiery penetrated to them from outside a hint of voices not unknown. The sentinels had watched a party approaching; but it was so small, and hampered, moreover, by a woman and some object like a tiny gilded sedan chair, that they did not notify the governor. One of the party was a Jesuit priest by his ca.s.sock, and another his donne. These never came from La Tour. Another was a tall Hollandais; and two servants lightly carried the sedan up the slope. A few more people seemed to wait behind for the purpose of making a camp, and there were scarce a dozen of the entire company.
Marie had borne without visible exhaustion the labors of this siege, the anguish of treachery and disappointment, her enemy's breach of faith and cruel parade of her. The garrison were ranged ready upon the plank; but she held herself in tense control, and waited beside Lady Dorinda, with her back toward the gate, while her friends outside parleyed with her enemy. D'Aulnay refused to admit any one until he had dealt with the garrison. The Jesuit was reported to him as Father Isaac Jogues, and the name had its effect, as it then had everywhere among people of the Roman faith. No soldier would be surprised at meeting a Jesuit priest anywhere in the New World. But D'Aulnay begged Father Jogues to excuse him while he finished a moment's duty, and he would then come out and escort his guest into the fortress.
The urgent demand, however, of a missionary to whom even the king had shown favor, was not to be denied. D'Aulnay had the gates set ajar; and pus.h.i.+ng through their aperture came in Father Jogues with his donne and two companions.
The governor advanced in displeasure. He would have put out all but the priest, but the gates were slammed to prevent others from entering, and slammed against the chair in which the sentinels could see a red-headed dwarf. The weird melody of her screaming threats kept them dubious while they grinned. The gates being shut, Marie fled through ranks of men-at-arms to Antonia, clung to her and gave Father Jogues and Van Corlaer no time to stand aghast at the spectacle they saw. Crying and trembling, she put back the sternness of D'Aulnay de Charnisay, and the pity of Father Vincent de Paris, and pleaded with Father Jogues and the Hollandais for the lives of her garrison as if they had come with heavenly authority.
”You see them with ropes around their necks, Monsieur Corlaer and Monsieur Jogues, when here is the paper the governor signed, guaranteeing to me their safety. Edelwald is scarce half a year from France. Speak to the governor of Acadia; for you, Monsieur Corlaer, are a man of affairs, and this good missionary is a saint--you can move D'Aulnay de Charnisay to see it is not the custom, even in warfare with women, to trap and hang a garrison who has made honorable surrender.”
A man may resolve that he will not meddle with his neighbor's feuds, or involve a community dependent on him with any one's formidable enemy.
Yet he will turn back from his course the moment an appeal is made for his help, and face that enemy as Van Corlaer faced the governor of Acadia, full of the fury roused by outrage. But what could he and Father Jogues and the persevering Capuchin say to the parchment which the governor now deigned to pa.s.s from hand to hand among them in reply?--the permission of Louis XIII. to his beloved D'Aulnay de Charnisay (whom G.o.d hold in His keeping) to take the Fort of St. John and deal with its rebellious garrison as seemed to him fit, for which destruction of rebels his sovereign would have him in loving remembrance.
During all this delay Edelwald stood with his beautiful head erect above the noose, and his self-repressed gaze still following Marie. The wives of other soldiers were wailing for their husbands. But he must die without wife, without love. He saw Antonia holding her and weeping with her. His blameless pa.s.sion filled him like a great prayer. That changing phantasm which we call the world might pa.s.s from before his men and him at the next breath; yet the brief last song of the last troubadour burst from his lips to comfort the lady of Fort St. John.
There was in this jubilant cry a gush and grandeur of power outmastering force of numbers and brute cunning. It reached and compelled every spirit in the fortress. The men in line with him stood erect and lifted their firm jaws, and gazed forward with s.h.i.+ning eyes. Those who had faded in the slightest degree from their natural flush of blood felt the strong throbs which paint a man's best on his face. They could not sing the glory of death in duty, the goodness of G.o.d who gave love and valor to man; but they could die with Edelwald.