The Portent and Other Stories Part 7
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"Then to-morrow, at midnight?"
"Yes."
And we parted at the door of the haunted chamber. I watched the flickering with which her whiteness just set the darkness in motion, and nothing more, seeming to see it long after I knew she must have turned aside and descended the steps leading towards her own room. Then I turned and groped my way back to mine.
We often met after this in the haunted room. Indeed my spirit haunted it all day and all night long. And when we met amid the shadows, we were wrapped in the mantle of love, and from its folds looked out fearless on the ghostly world about us. Ghosts or none, they never annoyed us. Our love was a talisman, yea, an elixir of life, which made us equal to the twice-born,--the disembodied dead. And they were as a wall of fear about us, to keep far off the unfriendly foot and the prying eye.
In the griefs that followed, I often thought with myself that I would gladly die for a thousand years, might I then awake for one night in the haunted chamber, a ghost, among the ghosts who crowded its stained moonbeams, and see my dead Alice smiling across the glimmering rays, and beckoning me to the old nook, she, too, having come awake out of the sleep of death, in the dream of the haunted chamber. "Might we but sit there," I said, "through the night, as of old, and love and comfort each other, till the moon go down, and the pale dawn, which is the night of the ghosts, begin to arise, then gladly would I go to sleep for another thousand years, in the hope that when I next became conscious of life, it might be in another such ghostly night, in the chamber of the ghosts."
Chapter XVI
_The Clanking Shoe_.
Time pa.s.sed. We began to feel very secure in that room, watched as it was by the sleepless sentry, Fear. One night I ventured to take a light with me.
"How nice to have a candle!" she said as I entered. "I hope they are all in bed, though. It will drive some of them into fits if they see the light."
"I wanted to show you something I found in the library to-day."
"What is it?"
I opened a book, and showed her a paper inside it, with some verses written on it.
"Whose writing is that?" I asked.
"Yours, of course. As if I did not know your writing!"
"Will you look at the date?"
"_Seventeen hundred and ninety-three.'_ You are making game of me, Duncan. But the paper does look yellow and old."
"I found it as you see it, in that book. It belonged to Lord Hilton's brother. The verses are a translation of part of the poem beside which they lie--one by Von Salis, who died shortly before that date at the bottom. I will read them to you, and then show you something else that is strange about them. The poem is called _Psyche's Sorrow._ Psyche means the soul, Alice."
"I remember. You told me about her before, you know."
"Psyche's sighing all her prison darkens; She is moaning for the far-off stars; Fearing, hoping, every sound she hearkens-- Fate may now be breaking at her bars.
Bound, fast bound, are Psyche's airy pinions: High her heart, her mourning soft and low-- Knowing that in sultry pain's dominions Grow the palms that crown the victor's brow;
That the empty hand the wreath encloses; Earth's cold winds but make the spirit brave; Knowing that the briars bear the roses, Golden flowers the waste deserted grave.
In the cypress-shade her myrtle groweth; Much she loves, because she much hath borne; Love-led, through the darksome way she goeth-- On to meet him in the breaking morn.
She can bear--"
"Here the translation ceases, you see; and then follows the date, with the words in German underneath it--'How weary I am!' Now what is strange, Alice, is, that this date is the very month and year in which I was born."
She did not reply to this with anything beyond a mere a.s.sent. Her mind was fixed on the poem itself. She began to talk about it, and I was surprised to find how thoroughly she entered into it and understood it.
She seemed to have crowded the growth of a lifetime into the last few months. At length I told her how unhappy I had felt for some time, at remaining in Lord Hilton's house, as matters now were.
"Then you must go," she said, quite quietly.
This troubled me.
"You do not mind it?"
"No. I shall be very glad."
"Will you go with me?" I asked, perplexed.
"Of course I will."
I did not know what to say to this, for I had no money, and of course I should have none of my salary. She divined at once the cause of my hesitation.
"I have a diamond bracelet in my room," she said, with a smile, "and a few guineas besides."
"How shall we get away?"
"Nothing is easier. My old nurse, whom I mentioned to you before, lives at the lodge gate."
"Oh! I know her very well," I interrupted. "But she's not Scotch?"
"Indeed she is. But she has been with our family almost all her life. I often go to see her, and sometimes stay all night with her. You can get a carriage ready in the village, and neither of us will be missed before morning."
I looked at her in renewed surprise at the decision of her invention.
She covered her face, as she seldom did now, but went on:
"We can go to London, where you will easily find something to do. Men always can there. And when I come of age--"
"Alice, how old are you?" I interrupted.
"Nineteen," she answered. "By the way," she resumed, "when I think of it--how odd!--that"--pointing to the date on the paper--"is the very month in which I too was born."
I was too much surprised to interrupt her, and she continued:
"I never think of my age without recalling one thing about my birth, which nurse often refers to. She was going up the stair to my mother's room, when she happened to notice a bright star, not far from the new moon. As she crossed the room with me in her arms, just after I was born, she saw the same star almost on the tip of the opposite horn. My mother died a week after. Who knows how different I might have been if she had lived!"
It was long before I spoke. The awful and mysterious thoughts roused in my mind by the revelations of the day held me silent. At length I said, half thinking aloud:
"Then you and I, Alice, were born the same hour, and our mothers died together."
Receiving no answer, I looked at her. She was fast asleep, and breathing gentle, full breaths. She had been sitting for some time with her head lying on my shoulder and my arm around her. I could not bear to wake her.
We had been in this position perhaps for half an hour, when suddenly a cold s.h.i.+ver ran through me, and all at once I became aware of the far-off gallop of a horse. It drew nearer. On and on it came--nearer and nearer. Then came the clank of the broken shoe!
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