Part 10 (1/2)

”Run to the village, some one, and give the alarm,” he ordered in the voice of a sick man. ”Call Sandro and his men and bid them bring extra horses.”

A half-dozen fleet-footed youths broke away and were off before he had finished speaking. Then Blake was helped into the hall of the castello, where the confusion was less.

Lucrezia Ferara, who had been in the rear of the house and was among the last to hear the evil tidings, came running to him with colorless lips and eyes distended, crying:

”The truth, Signore, for the love of Christ! They tell me he is murdered, but I know it is a lie.”

The notary's wife attempted to calm her, but the girl began to scream, flinging herself upon her knees at the feet of the American, begging him to tell her it was all a mistake.

”My father would not die,” she cried, loudly. ”He was here but an hour ago and he kissed me.”

She would not be calmed and became so violent that it required force to remove her. As soon as she was out of the way, Colonel Neri began questioning Norvin rapidly, at the same time striving by his own example to steady the young man, who was in a terrible condition of collapse. Bit by bit, the soldier learned all there was to learn of the shocking story, and through it all the Countess Margherita stood at his elbow, never speaking. Her eyes were glazed with horror, her lips were whispering something over and over, but when her cousin appealed to her to leave the scene she seemed not to hear him. She only stood and stared at the exhausted man until he could bear it no longer and, hiding his face in his hands, he began to s.h.i.+ver and cringe and sob.

It seemed to him that she must know; that all these people must know the truth, and see his shame as if it were blazoned in fire. Their horror was for him; their looks were changing even now to contempt and hatred. Why did they not accuse him openly instead of staring with wide, shocked eyes? Realization had come to him long before he had reached Terranova, and he was sick with loathing for himself. Now, therefore, in every blanched cheek, in every parted lip, he felt an accusation. He supposed all the world would have to know it, and it was a thing he could never live down. He wished he might have died as Martel had died, might die even now, and escape this torture; but with every breath life flowed back into him, his heart was no longer bursting, his lungs were no longer splitting.

”Why do you wait?” he queried at length, thinking of Martel out there on the lonely mountainside. ”Why don't you go fetch him?”

Neri said, soothingly: ”Help will be here in a few moments, Signore.

You could not sit a horse yet a while.”

”I?” Blake asked blankly, and shuddered. So they expected him to return through that darkness--to guide them to the horror from which he had just fled! He would not go! His mind recoiled at the thought and terror came upon him afresh. Nevertheless, he made an effort at self-control, lurched to his feet, and chattered through clicking teeth: ”Come on! I'm ready.”

”Presently! Presently! There will be men and horses here in a moment.”

In a lower tone the Colonel urged: ”For the love of our Saviour, can you not send the Contessa away? I am afraid she is dying.”

Blake went to the girl and laid a shaking hand upon her arm, stammering, wretchedly:

”Contessa, you--you--” He could not go on and turned appealingly to the others.

”You say he is dead?” she inquired dully. ”How can that be when you told me there was no danger?”

”I did not know. Oh--” he lowered his working features. ”If it had only been I, instead!”

She nodded. ”That would have been better.”

From somewhere to the rear of the house came the shrill screams of Lucrezia, and the Countess cried: ”Poor child! They did not even spare Ricardo, but--after all, he was only a father.”

Neri said, gently: ”Let me help you, Signorina. The doctor is with your aunt, but I will call him.”

”He cannot give me back Martel,” she answered in the same dull, lifeless tone.

Voices, footsteps, sounded outside and a man in the c.o.c.ked hat and uniform of a lieutenant of carbineers came briskly into the hall and saluted his superior.

”We are ready, sir.”

The Countess roused herself, saying: ”Then come! I too am ready.”

”Heaven above us!” Neri faltered. ”You are not going.” He took her by the hand and led her away from the door. ”No, my child, we will go alone. You must wait.” His face was twitching, and the sweat dripped from his square jaw as he nodded to Blake.