The Lady of the Shroud by Bram Stoker (book series for 10 year olds .txt) 📕
"Sorry. But, of course, you don't understand such things." Then he went on talking before father had time to say a word.
"Let us get back to business. As you do not seem to follow me, let me explain that it is BECAUSE I do not forget that I wish to do this. I remember my dear mother's wish to make Aunt Janet happy, and would like to do as she did."
"AUNT Janet?" said father, very properly sneering at his ignorance. "She is not your aunt. Why, even her sister, who was married to your uncle, was only your aunt by courtesy." I could not help feeling that Rupert meant to be rude to my father, though his words were quite polite. If I had been as much bigger than him as he was than me, I should have flown at him; but he was a very big boy for his age. I am myself rather thin. Mother says thinness is an "appanage of birth."
"My Aunt Janet, sir, is an aunt by love. Courtesy is a small word to use in connection with such devoti
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way to the front beside the Vladika, said:
“Now is the time to attack the Tower. Forward, brothers, but in
silence. Let there not be a sound till you are near the gate; then
play your little comedy of the escaping marauders. And ‘twill be no
comedy for them in the Tower. The yacht is all ready for the
morning, Mr. Sent Leger, in case I do not come out of the scrimmage
if the bluejackets arrive. In such case you will have to handle her
yourself. God keep you, my Lady; and you, too, Voivode! Forward!”
In a ghostly silence the grim little army moved forwards. Rooke and
the men with him disappeared into the darkness in the direction of
the harbour of Ilsin.
FROM THE SCRIPT OF THE VOIVODE, PETER VISSARION,
July 7, 1907.
I had little idea, when I started on my homeward journey, that it
would have such a strange termination. Even I, who ever since my
boyhood have lived in a whirl of adventure, intrigue, or diplomacy—
whichever it may be called—statecraft, and war, had reason to be
surprised. I certainly thought that when I locked myself into my
room in the hotel at Ilsin that I would have at last a spell, however
short, of quiet. All the time of my prolonged negotiations with the
various nationalities I had to be at tension; so, too, on my homeward
journey, lest something at the last moment should happen adversely to
my mission. But when I was safe on my own Land of the Blue
Mountains, and laid my head on my pillow, where only friends could be
around me, I thought I might forget care.
But to wake with a rude hand over my mouth, and to feel myself
grasped tight by so many hands that I could not move a limb, was a
dreadful shock. All after that was like a dreadful dream. I was
rolled in a great rug so tightly that I could hardly breathe, let
alone cry out. Lifted by many hands through the window, which I
could hear was softly opened and shut for the purpose, and carried to
a boat. Again lifted into some sort of litter, on which I was borne
a long distance, but with considerable rapidity. Again lifted out
and dragged through a doorway opened on purpose—I could hear the
clang as it was shut behind me. Then the rug was removed, and I
found myself, still in my night-gear, in the midst of a ring of men.
There were two score of them, all Turks, all strong-looking, resolute
men, armed to the teeth. My clothes, which had been taken from my
room, were thrown down beside me, and I was told to dress. As the
Turks were going from the room—shaped like a vault—where we then
were, the last of them, who seemed to be some sort of officer, said:
“If you cry out or make any noise whatever whilst you are in this
Tower, you shall die before your time!” Presently some food and
water were brought me, and a couple of blankets. I wrapped myself up
and slept till early in the morning. Breakfast was brought, and the
same men filed in. In the presence of them all the same officer
said:
“I have given instructions that if you make any noise or betray your
presence to anyone outside this Tower, the nearest man is to restore
you to immediate quiet with his yataghan. It you promise me that you
will remain quiet whilst you are within the Tower, I can enlarge your
liberties somewhat. Do you promise?” I promised as he wished; there
was no need to make necessary any stricter measure of confinement.
Any chance of escape lay in having the utmost freedom allowed to me.
Although I had been taken away with such secrecy, I knew that before
long there would be pursuit. So I waited with what patience I could.
I was allowed to go on the upper platform—a consideration due, I am
convinced, to my captors’ wish for their own comfort rather than for
mine.
It was not very cheering, for during the daytime I had satisfied
myself that it would be quite impossible for even a younger and more
active man than I am to climb the walls. They were built for prison
purposes, and a cat could not find entry for its claws between the
stones. I resigned myself to my fate as well as I could. Wrapping
my blanket round me, I lay down and looked up at the sky. I wished
to see it whilst I could. I was just dropping to sleep—the
unutterable silence of the place broken only now and again by some
remark by my captors in the rooms below me—when there was a strange
appearance just over me—an appearance so strange that I sat up, and
gazed with distended eyes.
Across the top of the tower, some height above, drifted, slowly and
silently, a great platform. Although the night was dark, it was so
much darker where I was within the hollow of the Tower that I could
actually see what was above me. I knew it was an aeroplane—one of
which I had seen in Washington. A man was seated in the centre,
steering; and beside him was a silent figure of a woman all wrapped
in white. It made my heart beat to see her, for she was figured
something like my Teuta, but broader, less shapely. She leaned over,
and a whispered “Ssh!” crept down to me. I answered in similar way.
Whereupon she rose, and the man lowered her down into the Tower.
Then I saw that it was my dear daughter who had come in this
wonderful way to save me. With infinite haste she helped me to
fasten round my waist a belt attached to a rope, which was coiled
round her; and then the man, who was a giant in strength as well as
stature, raised us both to the platform of the aeroplane, which he
set in motion without an instant’s delay.
Within a few seconds, and without any discovery being made of my
escape, we were speeding towards the sea. The lights of Ilsin were
in front of us. Before reaching the town, however, we descended in
the midst of a little army of my own people, who were gathered ready
to advance upon the Silent Tower, there to effect, if necessary, my
rescue by force. Small chance would there have been of my life in
case of such a struggle. Happily, however, the devotion and courage
of my dear daughter and of her gallant companion prevented such a
necessity. It was strange to me to find such joyous reception
amongst my friends expressed in such a whispered silence. There was
no time for comment or understanding or the asking of questions—I
was fain to take things as they stood, and wait for fuller
explanation.
This came later, when my daughter and I were able to converse alone.
When the expedition went out against the Silent Tower, Teuta and I
went to her tent, and with us came her gigantic companion, who seemed
not wearied, but almost overcome with sleep. When we came into the
tent, over which at a little distance a cordon of our mountaineers
stood on guard, he said to me:
“May I ask you, sir, to pardon me for a time, and allow the Voivodin
to explain matters to you? She will, I know, so far assist me, for
there is so much work still to be done before we are free of the
present peril. For myself, I am almost overcome with sleep. For
three nights I have had no sleep, but all during that time much
labour and more anxiety. I could hold on longer; but at daybreak I
must go out to the Turkish warship that lies in the offing. She is a
Turk, though she does not confess to it; and she it is who has
brought hither the marauders who captured both your daughter and
yourself. It is needful that I go, for I hold a personal authority
from the National Council to take whatever step may be necessary for
our protection. And when I go I should be clear-headed, for war may
rest on that meeting. I shall be in the adjoining tent, and shall
come at once if I am summoned, in case you wish for me before dawn.”
Here my daughter struck in:
“Father, ask him to remain here. We shall not disturb him, I am
sure, in our talking. And, moreover, if you knew how much I owe to
him—to his own bravery and his strength—you would understand how
much safer I feel when he is close to me, though we are surrounded by
an army of our brave mountaineers.”
“But, my daughter,” I said, for I was as yet all in ignorance, “there
are confidences between father and daughter which none other may
share. Some of what has been I know, but I want to know all, and it
might be better that no stranger—however valiant he may be, or no
matter in what measure we are bound to him—should be present.” To
my astonishment, she who had always been amenable to my lightest wish
actually argued with me:
“Father, there are other confidences which have to be respected in
like wise. Bear with me, dear, till I have told you all, and I am
right sure that you will agree with me. I ask it, father.”
That settled the matter, and as I could see that the gallant
gentleman who had rescued me was swaying on his feet as he waited
respectfully, I said to him:
“Rest with us, sir. We shall watch over your sleep.”
Then I had to help him, for almost on the instant he sank down, and I
had to guide him to the rugs spread on the ground. In a few seconds
he was in a deep sleep. As I stood looking at him, till I had
realized that he vas really asleep, I could not help marvelling at
the bounty of Nature that could uphold even such a man as this to the
last moment of work to be done, and then allow so swift a collapse
when all was over, and he could rest peacefully.
He was certainly a splendid fellow. I think I never saw so fine a
man physically in my life. And if the lesson of his physiognomy be
true, he is as sterling inwardly as his external is fair. “Now,”
said I to Teuta, “we are to all intents quite alone. Tell me all
that has been, so that I may understand.”
Whereupon my daughter, making me sit down, knelt beside me, and told
me from end to end the most marvellous story I had ever heard or read
of. Something of it I had already known from the Archbishop
Paleologue’s later letters, but of all else I was ignorant. Far away
in the great West beyond the Atlantic, and again on the fringe of the
Eastern seas, I had been thrilled to my heart’s core by the heroic
devotion and fortitude of my daughter in yielding herself for her
country’s sake to that fearful ordeal of the Crypt; of the grief of
the nation at her reported death, news of which was so mercifully and
wisely withheld from me as long as possible; of the supernatural
rumours that took root so deep; but no word or hint had come to me of
a man who had come across the orbit of her life, much less of all
that has resulted from it. Neither had I known of
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