Part 94 (1/2)
”The blood of France runs in her veins, Monsieur.” Then, for the first time, a pale smile touched her pallour. ”Quand meme! No de Contrecoeur tires of endeavour while life endures.... Twenty-two years, Monsieur.
Look upon her!... And for one and twenty years I have forced myself to live in hope of this moment! Do you understand?” She made a vague gesture and shook her head. ”n.o.body can understand--not even I, though I have lived the history of many ages.”
Still keeping my hand in hers, she stood there silent, looking down at her daughter. Then, silently, she knelt beside her on the soft fawnskin, drawing me gently to my knees beside her.
”And you are to take her from me,” she murmured.
”Madame----”
”Hush, soldier! It must be. I give her to you in grat.i.tude--and tears.... My task is ended; yours at last begins. Out of my arms you shall take her as she promised. What has been said shall be done this day in the Vale Yndaia.... May G.o.d be with us all.”
”Madame--when I take her--one arm of mine must remain empty--as half her heart would be--if neither may hold you also to the end.”
She bent her head; her grey eyes closed, and I saw the tears steal out along the long, soft lashes.
”Son, if you should come to love me----”
”Madame, I love you now.”
She covered her face with her slim hands; I drew it against my shoulder. A moment later Lois unclosed her eyes, looked up at us; then rose to her knees in her white s.h.i.+ft and put both bare arms around her mother's neck. And, kneeling so, turned her head, offering her untouched lips to me. Thus, for the first time in our lives, we kissed each other.
There was milk, ash-bread, corn, and fresh laid eggs for all our party when Lois went to the door and called, in a clear, sweet voice:
* ”Nai! Mayaro! Yon-kwa-ken-nison!”
[* ”Oh, Mayaro! We are all a.s.sembled!”]
Never have I seen any Indian eat as did my four warriors--the Yellow Moth cleaning his bark platter, where he sat on guard upon the logs at the pa.s.s, the others in a circle at our threshold.
Had we a siege to endure in this place, there was a store of plenty here, not only in apple-pit and corn-pit, but in the good, dry cellar with which the house was provided.
Truly, the Senecas had kept their Prophetess well provided; and now, before the snow of a not distant winter choked this pa.s.s, the place had been provisioned from the harvest against November's wants and stress.
And it secretly amused me to note the ever latent fear born of respect which my Indians endeavoured not to betray when in the presence of Madame de Contrecoeur; nor could her gentle dignity and sweetness toward them completely rea.s.sure them. To them a sorceress was a sorceress, and must ever remain a fearsome and an awesome personage, even though it were plain that she was disposed toward them most agreeably.
So they replied to her cautiously, briefly, but very respectfully, nor could her graciousness to the youthful Night Hawk for his unerring arrow, nor her quiet kindness toward the others, completely rea.s.sure them. They were not accustomed to converse, much less to take their breakfast, with a Sorceress of Amochol, and though this dread fact did nothing alter their appet.i.tes, it discouraged any freedom of conversation.
Lois and her mother and I understood this; Lois and I dared not laugh or rally them; Madame de Contrecoeur, well versed, G.o.d knows, in Indian manners and customs, calmly and pleasantly accepted the situation; and I think perhaps quietly enjoyed it.
But neither mother nor daughter could keep their eyes from each other for any length of time, nor did their soft hand-clasp loosen save for a moment now and then.
Later, Lois came to me, laid both hands over mine, looked at me a moment in silence too eloquent to misunderstand, then drew her mother with her into the little house. And I went back on guard to join my awed red brethren.
So the soft September day wore away with nothing untoward to alarm us, until late in the afternoon we saw smoke rising above the hills to the southwest. This meant that our devastating army was well on its way, and, as usual, laying waste the Indian towns and hamlets which its flanking riflemen discovered; and we all jumped up on our breastworks to see better.
For an hour we watched the smoke staining the pure blue sky; saw where new clouds of smoke were rising, always a little further northward. At evening it rolled, glowing with sombre tints, in the red beams of the setting sun; then dusk came and we could see the reflection on it of great fires raging underneath.
And where we were watching it came a far, dull sound which shook the ground, growing louder and nearer, increasing to a rus.h.i.+ng, thundering gallop; and presently we heard our riflemen running through the flat-woods after the frightened herds of horses which were bred in Catharines-town for the British service, and which had now been discovered and frightened by our advance.
Leaving the Mohican and the Oneidas on guard, I went out with the Stockbridge, and soon came in touch with our light troops, stealing westward through the flat-woods to surround Catharines-town.