"I swear to you here, upon my honor," continued Gilbert, "that in a week I will leave, never to return, unless you yourself beg me to remain.""What baseness! and how cleverly this little plot has been contrived; I see it all.By force of threats and violence they hope to compel me a second time to bend my knees to you and cry with clasped hands, 'Sir, in the name of Heaven, continue us the favor of your precious presence!' But this act of cowardice Ishall never commit! Rather death! rather death!""A word only," resumed Gilbert, without being discouraged."Submit me to some proof.Have you no caprice which it is in my power to satisfy?""Throw yourself at my feet," cried he impetuously; "drag yourself in the dust, kiss the ground before me, and demand pardon and mercy of me! At this price I will grant you, not my affection certainly, but my indulgence and pity.""Impossible!" answered Gilbert, shaking his head."I am like you;I should not know how to kneel, unless someone stronger than myself constrained me by violence.Oh, no! in such a performance I should lose even the hope of being some day esteemed by you.The more so as in the trial to which I wish you would subject me, I should desire to have some danger to brave, some difficulty to surmount."Stephane could not conceal his astonishment.Never in all his life had he heard language like this.Nevertheless, distrust and pride triumphed still over every other feeling.
"Since you wish it!" said he, sneering...and he drew a kid glove from one of his pockets, rubbed it between his hands and threw it to the bulldog, who caught in his teeth and kept it there.
"Vorace," said he to him, "keep your master's glove between your teeth, watch it well; you will answer to me for it."Then turning to Gilbert,--"Sir, will you please restore my glove to me? I should be infinitely obliged to you for it.""Ah! this is then the trial to which you will subject me?" answered Gilbert with a smile upon his lips.
Stephane looked him in the face.For the first time, he could not avoid being struck by its noble expression and the clearness and purity of his glance.
Stephane was involuntarily moved, and strove in vain to conceal it by the jocular tone in which he replied:
"No, sir, it is not a test of your sincerity, but a jest which we shall do well not to push further.This animal is not amiable.
Should you be unfortunate enough to irritate him, it would be impossible even for me, his master, to calm his fury.Be good enough then to leave my glove where it is, and return peaceably to your study to meditate upon some important problem in Byzantine history.That will be a trial less perilous and better proportioned to your strength.Good-evening, sir, good-night.""Oh! permit me," replied Gilbert."I am resolved to carry this adventure to its conclusion!"And gently repulsing Stephane, who sought to restrain him, he walked straight toward the bulldog.
"Take care," cried the young man, shuddering, "do not trifle with that beast, or you are a dead man!""Take care," repeated Ivan, who, not having understood half of what had been said, hardly suspected Gilbert's intention."Take care, this dog is a ferocious beast."Meantime Gilbert, crossing his arms upon his breast, advanced slowly towards the bulldog, keeping his eyes steadily fixed on those of the animal, and when he thought he had disconcerted him by his undaunted gaze sufficiently to make him relax his grip upon the prize, he suddenly tore the glove from him and waved it in the air with his right hand.At the same moment Vorace, with a howl of rage, bounded up to leap at the throat of his despoiler.Gilbert sprang back, covering himself with his left arm, and the dog's jaws only grazed his shoulder.Yet when he touched the ground again, he held between his teeth a long strip of cloth, a scrap of linen, and a morsel of bloody flesh.Mad with fury the bulldog rolled over on the grass with this prize which he could hardly devour, and then suddenly, as if seized with a paroxy** of frenzy, he moved towards the castle doubling upon himself; but reaching the foot of the turret, he looked for his enemy and returned like an arrow, to pounce upon him again.
"Throw down the glove," cried Ivan, "and climb the ash.""I will surrender the glove only to him who asked me for it,"answered Gilbert.
And hiding it in his bosom, he drew a knife from his pocket.He had not time to open it.The dog, with bristling hair and foaming jaws, was already within three steps of him, gathering himself to spring upon him; but he had scarcely raised himself from the ground when he fell back with his head shattered.The hatchet which Ivan carried at his girdle had come down upon him like a flash.The terrible animal vainly attempted to rise, rolled writhing in the dust, and breathed out his life with a hoarse and fearful howl.
