Very beautiful it was, and very sad to leave; but there are things more beautiful than that.The death that is died for the sake of others, honour, and duty, and loyalty, and love--these are the beauties far brighter than any which the eye can see.My breast was filled with admiration for my own most noble conduct, and with wonder whether any soul would ever come to know how I had placed myself in the heart of the beacon which saved the army of Clausel.I hoped so and I prayed so, for what a consolation it would be to my mother, what an example to the army, what a pride to my Hussars! When de Pombal came at last into my hut with the food and the wine, the first request I made him was that he would write an account of my death and send it to the French camp.
He answered not a word, but I ate my supper with a better appetite from the thought that my glorious fate would not be altogether unknown.
I had been there about two hours when the door opened again, and the chief stood looking in.I was in darkness, but a brigand with a torch stood beside him, and I saw his eyes and his teeth gleaming as he peered at me.
"Ready?" he asked."It is not yet time."
"You stand out for the last minute?" "A promise is a promise.""Very good.Be it so.We have a little justice to do among ourselves, for one of my fellows has been misbehaving.
We have a strict rule of our own which is no respecter of persons, as de Pombal here could tell you.
Do you truss him and lay him on the faggots, de Pombal, and I will return to see him die."De Pombal and the man with the torch entered, while I heard the steps of the chief passing away.De Pombal closed the door.
"Colonel Gerard," said he, "you must trust this man, for he is one of my party.It is neck or nothing.We may save you yet.But I take a great risk, and I want a definite promise.If we save you, will you guarantee that we have a friendly reception in the French camp and that all the past will be forgotten?""I do guarantee it."
"And I trust your honour.Now, quick, quick, there is not an instant to lose! If this monster returns we shall die horribly, all three."I stared in amazement at what he did.Catching up a long rope he wound it round the body of my dead comrade, and he tied a cloth round his mouth so as to almost cover his face.
"Do you lie there!" he cried, and he laid me in the place of the dead body."I have four of my men waiting, and they will place this upon the beacon." He opened the door and gave an order.Several of the brigands entered and bore out Duplessis.For myself I remained upon the floor, with my mind in a turmoil of hope and wonder.
Five minutes later de Pombal and his men were back.
"You are laid upon the beacon," said he; "I defy anyone in the world to say it is not you, and you are so gagged and bound that no one can expect you to speak or move.Now, it only remains to carry forth the body of Duplessis and to toss it over the Merodal precipice."Two of them seized me by the head and two by the heels, and carried me, stiff and inert, from the hut.As I came into the open air I could have cried out in my amazement.The moon had risen above the beacon, and there, clear outlined against its silver light, was the figure of the man stretched upon the top.The brigands were either in their camp or standing round the beacon, for none of them stopped or questioned our little party.De Pombal led them in the direction of the precipice.At the brow we were out of sight, and there I was allowed to use my feet once more.De Pombal pointed to a narrow, winding track.
"This is the way down," said he, and then, suddenly, "Dios mio, what is that?"A terrible cry had risen out of the woods beneath us.
I saw that de Pombal was shivering like a frightened horse.
"It is that devil," he whispered."He is treating another as he treated me.But on, on, for Heaven help us if he lays his hands upon us."One by one we crawled down the narrow goat track.
At the bottom of the cliff we were back in the woods once more.Suddenly a yellow glare shone above us, and the black shadows of the tree-trunks started out in front.
They had fired the beacon behind us.Even from where we stood we could see that impassive body amid the flames, and the black figures of the guerillas as they danced, howling like cannibals, round the pile.Ha! how I shook my fist at them, the dogs, and how I vowed that one day my Hussars and I would make the reckoning level!
De Pombal knew how the outposts were placed and all the paths which led through the forest.But to avoid these villains we had to plunge among the hills and walk for many a weary mile.And yet how gladly would I have walked those extra leagues if only for one sight which they brought to my eyes! It may have been two o'clock in the morning whenwe halted upon the bare shoulder of a hill over which our path curled.Looking back we saw the red glow of the embers of the beacon as if volcanic fires were bursting from the tall peak of Merodal.And then, as I gazed, I saw something else-- something which caused me to shriek with joy and to fall upon the ground, rolling in my delight.For, far away upon the southern horizon, there winked and twinkled one great yellow light, throbbing and flaming, the light of no house, the light of no star, but the answering beacon of Mount d'Ossa, which told that the army of Clausel knew what Etienne Gerard had been sent to tell them.
