sir nigel-第30章
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his cap。
He had ridden over Thursley Ridge past that old stone where in
days gone by at the place of Thor the wild Saxons worshiped their
war…god。 Nigel looked at it with a wary eye and spurred Pommers
onward as he passed it; for still it was said that wild fires
danced round it on the moonless nights; and they who had ears for
such things could hear the scream and sob of those whose lives had
been ripped from them that the fiend might be honored。 Thor's
stone; Thor's jumps; Thor's punch…bowl … the whole country…side
was one grim monument to the God of Battles; though the pious
monks had changed his uncouth name for that of the Devil his
father; so that it was the Devil's jumps and the Devil's
punch…bowl of which they spoke。 Nigel glanced back at the old
gray boulder; and he felt for an instant a shudder pass through
his stout heart。 Was it the chill of the evening air; or was it
that some inner voice had whispered to him of the day when he also
might lie bound on such a rock and have such a blood…stained pagan
crew howling around him。
An instant later the rock and his vague fear and all things else
had passed from his mind; for there; down the yellow sandy path;
the setting sun gleaming on her golden hair; her lithe figure
bending and swaying with every heave of the cantering horse; was
none other than the same fair Edith; whose face had come so often
betwixt him and his sleep。 His blood rushed hot to his face at
the sight; for fearless of all else; his spirit was attracted and
yet daunted by the delicate mystery of woman。 To his pure and
knightly soul not Edith alone; but every woman; sat high and
aloof; enthroned and exalted; with a thousand mystic excellencies
and virtues which raised her far above the rude world of man。
There was joy in contact with them; and yet there was fear; fear
lest his own unworthiness; his untrained tongue or rougher ways
should in some way break rudely upon this delicate and tender
thing。 Such was his thought as the white horse cantered toward
him; but a moment later his vague doubts were set at rest by the
frank voice of the young girl; who waved her whip in merry
greeting。
〃Hail and well met; Nigel!〃 she cried。 〃Whither away this
evening? Sure I am that it is not to see your friends of Cosford;
for when did you ever don so brave a doublet for us? Come; Nigel;
her name; that I may hate her for ever。〃
〃Nay; Edith;〃 said the young Squire; laughing back at the laughing
girl。 〃I was indeed coming to Cosford。〃
〃Then we shall ride back together; for I will go no farther。 How
think you that I am looking?〃
Nigel's answer was in his eyes as he glanced at the fair flushed
face; the golden hair; the sparkling eyes and the daintily
graceful figure set off in a scarlet…and…black riding…dress。 〃You
are as fair as ever; Edith。〃
〃Oh; cold of speech! Surely you were bred for the cloisters; and
not for a lady's bower; Nigel。 Had I asked such a question from
young Sir George Brocas or the Squire of Fernhurst; he would have
raved from here to Cosford。 They are both more to my taste than
you are; Nigel。〃
〃It is the worse for me; Edith;〃 said Nigel ruefully。
〃Nay; but you must not lose heart。〃
〃Have I not already lost it?〃 said he。
〃That is better;〃 she cried; laughing。 〃You can be quick enough
when you choose; Master Malapert。 But you are more fit to speak
of high and weary matters with my sister Mary。 She will have none
of the prattle and courtesy of Sir George; and yet I love them
well。 But tell me; Nigel; why do you come to Cosford tonight?〃
〃To bid you farewell。〃
〃Me alone?〃
〃Nay; Edith; you and your sister Mary and the good knight your
father。〃
〃Sir George would have said that he had come for me alone。 Indeed
you are but a poor courtier beside him。 But is it true; Nigel;
that you go to France?〃
〃Yes; Edith。〃
〃It was so rumored after the King had been to Tilford。 The story
goes that the King goes to France and you in his train。 Is that
true?〃
〃Yes; Edith; it is true。〃
〃Tell me; then; to what part you go; and when?〃
〃That; alas! I may not say。〃
〃Oh; in sooth!〃 She tossed her fair head and rode onward in
silence; with compressed lips and angry eyes。
Nigel glanced at her in surprise and dismay。 〃Surely; Edith;〃
said he at last; 〃you have overmuch regard for my honor that you
should wish me to break the word that I have given?〃
〃Your honor belongs to you; and my likings belong to me;〃 said
she。 〃You hold fast to the one; and I will do the same by the
other。〃
They rode in silence through Thursley village。 Then a thought
came to her mind and in an instant her anger was forgotten and she
was hot on a new scent。
〃What would you do if I were injured; Nigel? I have heard my
father say that small as you are there is no man in these parts
could stand against you。 Would you be my champion if I suffered
wrong?〃
〃Surely I or any man of gentle blood would be the champion of any
woman who had suffered wrong。〃
〃You or any and I or any … what sort of speech is that? Is it a
compliment; think you; to be mixed with a drove in that fashion?
My question was of you and me。 If I were wronged would you be my
man?〃
〃Try me and see; Edith!〃
〃Then I will do so; Nigel。 Either Sir George Brocas or the Squire
of Fernhurst would gladly do what I ask; and yet I am of a mind;
Nigel; to turn to you。〃
〃I pray you to tell me what it is。〃
〃 You know Paul de la Fosse of Shalford?〃
〃You mean the small man with the twisted back?〃
〃He is no smaller than yourself; Nigel; and as to his back there
are many folk that I know who would be glad to have his face。〃
〃Nay; I am no judge of that; and I spoke out of no discourtesy。
What of the man?〃
〃He has flouted me; Nigel; and I would have revenge。〃
〃What … on that poor twisted creature?〃
〃I tell you that he has flouted me!〃
〃But how?〃
〃I should have thought that a true cavalier would have flown to my
aid; withouten all these questions。 But I will tell you; since I
needs must。 Know then that he was one of those who came around me
and professed to be my own。 Then; merely because he thought that
there were others who were as dear to me as himself he left me;
and now he pays court to Maude Twynham; the little freckle…faced
hussy in his village。〃
〃But how has this hurt you; since he was no man of thine?〃
〃He was one of my men; was he not? And he has made game of me to
his wench。 He has told her things about me。 He has made me
foolish in her eyes。 Yes; yes; I can read it in her saffron face
and in her watery eyes when we meet at the church door on Sundays。
She smiles … yes; smiles at me! Nigel; go to him! Do not slay
him; nor even wound him; but lay his face open with thy riding…
whip; and then come back to me and tell me how I can serve you。〃
Nigel's face was haggard with the strife within; for desire ran
hot in every vein; and yet reason shrank with horror。 〃By Saint
Paul! Edith;〃 he cried; 〃I see no honor nor advancement of any
sort in this thing which you have asked me to do。 Is it for me to
strike one who is no better than a cripple? For my manhood I
could not do such a deed; and I pray you; dear lady; that you will
set me some other task。〃
Her eyes flashed at him in contempt。 〃And you are a man…at…arms!〃
she cried; laughing in bitter scorn。 〃You are afraid of a little
man who can scarce walk。 Yes; yes; say what you will; I shall
ever believe that you have heard of his skill at fence and of his
great spirit; and that your heart has failed you! You are right;
Nigel。 He is indeed a perilous man。 Had you done what I asked he
would have slain you; and so you have shown your wisdom。〃
Nigel flushed and winced under the words; but he said no more; for
his mind was fighting hard within him; striving to keep that high
image of woman which seemed for a moment to totter on the edge of
a fall。 Together in silence; side by side; the little man and the
stately woman; the yellow charger and the white jennet; passed up
the sandy winding track with the gorse and the bracken head…high
on either side。 Soon a path branched off through a gateway marked
with