Bardelys the Magnificent by Rafael Sabatini (mini ebook reader .txt) π
And so they plagued him and bewildered him until his choice wasmade; and even then a couple of them held themselves in readinessbehind his chair to forestall his slightest want. Indeed, had hebeen the very King himself, no greater honour could we have shownhim at the Hotel de Bardelys.
But the restraint that his coming had brought with it hung stillupon the company, for Chatellerault was little loved, and hispresence there was much as that of the skull at an Egyptian banquet.
For of all these fair-weather friends that sat about my table -amongst whom there were few that had not felt his power - I fearedthere might be scarcely one would have the grace to dissemble hiscontempt of the fallen favourite. That he was fallen, as much hiswords as what
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I do not know whether it was the influence of that thing lying in
a corner of the barn under the cloak that Rodenard had flung over
it, or whether other influences of destiny were at work to impel me
to rise at the end of a half-hour and announce my determination to
set out on horseback and find myself quarters more congenial.
βTomorrow,β I instructed Ganymede, as I stood ready to mount, βyou
will retrace your steps with the others, and, finding the road to
Lavedan, you will follow me to the chateau.β
βBut you cannot hope to reach it to-night, monseigneur, through a
country that is unknown to you,β he protested.
βI do not hope to reach it to-night. I will ride south until I come
upon some hamlet that will afford me shelter and, in the morning,
direction.β
I left him with that, and set out at a brisk trot. Night had now
fallen, but the sky was clear, and a crescent moon came opportunely
if feebly to dispel the gloom.
I quitted the field, and went back until I gained a crossroad, where,
turning to the right, I set my face to the Pyrenees, and rode briskly
amain. That I had chosen wisely was proved when some twenty minutes
later. I clattered into the hamlet of Mirepoix, and drew up before
an inn flaunting the sign of a peacock - as if in irony of its
humbleness, for it was no better than a wayside tavern. Neither
stableboy nor ostler was here, and the unclean, overgrown urchin
to whom I entrusted my horse could not say whether indeed Pere Abdon
the landlord would be able to find me a room to sleep in. I
thirsted, however; and so I determined to alight, if it were only to
drink a can of wine and obtain information of my whereabouts.
As I was entering the hostelry there was a clatter of hoofs in the
street, and four dragoons headed by a sergeant rode up and halted at
the door of the Paon. They seemed to have ridden hard and some
distance, for their horses were jaded almost to the last point of
endurance.
Within, I called the host, and having obtained a flagon of the best
vintage - Heaven fortify those that must be content with his worst!
βI passed on to make inquiries touching my whereabouts and the way
to Lavedan. This I learnt was but some three or four miles distant.
About the other table - there were but two within the room - stood
the dragoons in a whispered consultation, of which it had been well
had I taken heed, for it concerned me more closely than I could have
dreamt.
βHe answers the description,β said the sergeant, and though I heard
the words I took no thought that it was of me they spoke.
βPadrieu,β swore one of his companions, βIβll wager it is our man.β
And then, just as I was noticing that Master Abdon, who had also
overheard the conversation, was eyeing me curiously, the sergeant
stepped up to me, andβ
βWhat is your name, monsieur?β quoth he.
I vouchsafed him a stare of surprise before asking in my turn βHow
may that concern you?β
βYour pardon, my master, but we are on the Kingβs business.β
I remembered then that he had said I answered some description.
With that it flashed through my mind that they had been sent after
me by His Majesty to enforce my obedience to his wishes and to
hinder me from reaching Lavedan. At once came the dominant desire
to conceal my identity that I might go unhindered. The first
name that occurred to me was that of the poor wretch I had left
in the barn half an hour ago, and soβ
βI am,β said I, βMonsieur de Lesperon, at your service.β
Too late I saw the mistake that I had made. I own it was a blunder
that no man of ordinary intelligence should have permitted himself
to have committed. Remembering the unrest of the province, I
should rather have concluded that their business was more like to
be in that connection.
βHe is bold, at least,β cried one of the troopers, with a burst of
laughter. Then came the sergeantβs voice, cold and formal, βIn the
Kingβs name, Monsieur de Lesperon, I arrest you.β
He had whipped out his sword, and the point was within an inch of
my breast. But his arm, I observed, was stretched to its fullest
extent, which forbade his making a sudden thrust. To hamper him in
the lunge there was the table between us.
So, my mind working quickly in this desperate situation, and
realizing how dire and urgent the need to attempt an escape, I
leapt suddenly back to find myself in the arms of his followers.
But in moving I had caught up by one of its legs the stool on which
I had been sitting. As I raised it, I eluded the pinioning grip
of the troopers. I twisted in their grasp, and brought the stool
down upon the head of one of them with a force that drove him to
his knees. Up went that three-legged stool again, to descend like
a thunderbolt upon the head of another. That freed me. The
sergeant was coming up behind, but another flourish of my improvised
battle-axe sent the two remaining soldiers apart to look to their
swords. Ere they could draw, I had darted like a hare between them
and out into the street. The sergeant, cursing them with horrid
volubility, followed closely upon my heels.
Leaping as far into the roadway as I could, I turned to meet the
fellowβs onslaught. Using the stool as a buckler, I caught his
thrust upon it. So violently was it delivered that the point
buried itself in the wood and the blade snapped, leaving him a
hilt and a stump of steel. I wasted no time in thought. Charging
him wildly, I knocked him over just as the two unhurt dragoons
came stumbling out of the tavern.
I gained my horse and vaulted into the saddle. Tearing the reins
from the urchin that held them, and driving my spurs into the beastβs
flanks, I went careering down the street at a gallop, gripping
tightly with my knees, whilst the stirrups, which I had had no time
to step into, flew wildly about my legs.
A pistol cracked behind me; then another, and a sharp, stinging pain
in the shoulder warned me that I was hit. But I took no heed of it
then. The wound could not be serious, else I had already been out
of the saddle, and it would be time enough to look to it when I had
outdistanced my pursuers. I say my pursuers, for already there
were hoofbeats behind me, and I knew that those gentlemen had taken
to their horses. But, as you may recall, I had on their arrival
noted the jaded condition of their cattle, whilst I bestrode a
horse that was comparatively fresh, so that pursuit had but small
terrors for me. Nevertheless, they held out longer, and gave me
more to do than I had imagined would be the case. For nigh upon a
half-hour I rode, before I could be said to have got clear of them,
and then for aught I knew they were still following, resolved to
hound me down by the aid of such information as they might cull
upon their way.
I was come by then to the Garonne. I drew rein beside the swiftly
flowing stream, winding itself like a flood of glittering silver
between the black shadows of its banks. A little while I sat there
listening, and surveying the stately, turreted chateau that loomed,
a grey, noble pile, beyond the water. I speculated what demesne
this might be, and I realized that it was probably Lavedan.
I pondered what I had best do, and in the end I took the resolve to
swim the river and knock at the gates. If it were indeed Lavedan,
I had but to announce myself, and to one of my name surely its
hospitalities would be spread. If it were some other household,
even then the name of Marcel de Bardelys should suffice to ensure
me a welcome.
By spurring and coaxing, I lured my steed into the river. There is
a proverb having it that though you may lead a horse to the water
you cannot make him drink. It would have now applied to my case,
for although I had brought mine to the water I could not make him
swim; or, at least, I could not make him breast the rush of the
stream. Vainly did I urge him and try to hold him; he plunged
frantically, snorted, coughed, and struggled gamely, but the current
was bearing us swiftly away, and his efforts brought us no nearer
to the opposite shore. At last I slipped from his back, and set
myself to swim beside him, leading him by the bridle. But even
thus he proved unequal to the task of resisting the current, so that
in the end I let him go, and swam ashore alone, hoping that he would
land farther down, and that I might then recapture him. When,
however, I had reached the opposite bank, and stood under the shadow
of the chateau, I discovered that the cowardly beast had turned back,
and, having scrambled out, was now trotting away along the path by
which we had come. Having no mind to go after him, I resigned myself
to the loss, and turned my attention to the mansion now before me.
Some two hundred yards from the river it raised its great square
bulk against the background of black, star-flecked sky. From the
facade before me down to the spot where I stood by the water, came
a flight of half a dozen terraces, each balustraded in white marble,
ending in square, flat-topped pillars of Florentine design. What
moon there was revealed the quaint architecture of that stately
edifice and glittered upon the mullioned windows. But within nothing
stirred; no yellow glimmer came to clash with the white purity of
the moonlight; no sound of man or beast broke the stillness of the
night, for all that the hour was early. The air of the place was
as that of some gigantic sepulchre. A little daunted by this
all-enveloping stillness, I skirted the terraces and approached
the house on the eastern side. Here I found an old-world drawbridge
βnow naturally in disuse - spanning a ditch fed from the main
river for the erstwhile purposes of a moat. I crossed the bridge,
and entered an imposing courtyard. Within this quadrangle the same
silence dwelt, and there was the same obscurity in the windows that
overlooked it. I paused, at a loss how to proceed, and I leaned
against a buttress of the portcullis, what time I considered.
I was weak from fasting, worn with hard riding, and faint from the
wound in my shoulder, which had been the cause at least of my
losing some blood. In addition to all this, I was shivering with
the cold of my wet garments, and generally I must have looked as
little like that Bardelys they called the Magnificent as you might
well conceive. How, then, if I were to knock, should I prevail in
persuading these people - whoever they might be - of my identity?
Infinitely more had I the air of some fugitive rebel, and it was
more than probable that I should be kept in durance to be handed
over to my friends the dragoons, if later they came to ride that
way. I
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