The Lady of the Mount Part 5
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She did not answer; pressing her red lips, she glanced sharply around.
"Stupid people! Half of them are only looking on! When they can dance, they won't, and--" She gave a slight start, for near her, almost at her elbow, stood the young seaman she had observed only a short time before, when the minuet was in progress. His dark eyes were bent on her and she surprised on his face an expression half derisory, half quizzical. Her look changed to one of displeasure.
"You are not dancing?" severely.
"No, my Lady." Too late, perhaps, he regretted his temerity--that too unveiled and open regard.
"Why not?" more imperiously.
"I--" he began and stopped.
"You _can_ dance?"
"A little, perhaps--"
"As well as they?" looking at the people.
"Wooden fantoccini!" said the man, a flicker of bold amus.e.m.e.nt returning to his face.
"Fantoccini?" spoke the girl impatiently. "What know _you_ of them?"
"We Breton seamen sail far, on occasion."
"Far enough to gain in a.s.surance!" cried my lady, with golden head high, surveying him disdainfully through half-closed, sweeping lashes.
"But you shall prove your right."
"Right?" asked the fellow, his eyes fixed intently upon her.
"The right of one who does not dance--to criticize those who do!" she said pointedly, and made, on the sudden, an imperious gesture.
He gave a start of surprise; audacious though he was, he looked as if he would draw back. "What? With you, my Lady?"
A gleam of satisfaction, a little cold and scornful, shone from the girl's eyes at this evidence of his discomfiture. "Unless," she added maliciously, "you fear you--can not?"
"Fear?" His look shot around; a moment he seemed to hesitate; then a more reckless expression swept suddenly over his dark features and he sprang to her side.
"At your Ladys.h.i.+p's command!"
My lady's white chin lifted. The presumptuous fellow knew the dance of the Mount--danced it well, no doubt!--else why such ease and a.s.surance?
Her lids veiled a look of disappointment; she was half-minded curtly to dismiss him, when a few words of low remonstrance and the sight of my lord's face decided her. She drew aside her skirts swiftly; flashed back at the n.o.bleman a smile, capricious and wilful.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The presumptuous fellow knew the dance of the Mount]
"They," indicating the peasants, "must have an example, my Lord!" she exclaimed, and stood, with eyes sparkling, waiting the instant to catch up the rhythm.
But the Marquis, not finding the reason sufficient to warrant such condescension, gazed with mute protest and disapproval on the two figures, so ill-a.s.sorted: my lady, in robe of satin, fastened with ta.s.sels of silver--the sleeves, wide and short, trimmed at the elbow with fine lace of Brussels and drawn up at the shoulder with glistening knots of diamonds; the other, clad in the rough raiment of a seaman!
The nice, critical sense of the Marquis suffered from this spectacle of the incongruous; his eyes, seeking in vain those of the Governor's daughter, turned and rested querulously on the heavy-browed peasants, most of whom, drawing nearer, viewed the scene with stolid indifference. In the gaze of only a few did that first stupid expression suffer any change; then it varied to one of vague wonder, half-apathetic inquiry!
"Is he mad?" whispered a clod of this cla.s.s to a neighbor.
"Not so loud!" breathed the other in a low tone.
"But he," regarding with dull awe the young fisherman, "doesn't care!
Look! What foolhardiness! He's going to dance with her!"
"Witchcraft! That's what I call it!"
"Hus.h.!.+"
My lady extended the tips of her fingers. "Attack well!" runs the old Gallic injunction to dancers; the partner she had chosen apparently understood its significance. A lithe muscular hand closed on the small one; whirled my lady swiftly; half back again. It took away her breath a little, so forcible and unceremonious that beginning! Then, obeying the mad rhythm of the movement, she yielded to the infectious measure.
An arm quickly encircled her waist; swept the slender form here,--there. Never had she had partner so vigorous, yet graceful.
One who understood so well this song of the soil; its wild symbolism; the ancient music of the hardy Scandinavians who first brought the dance to these sh.o.r.es.
More stirring, the melodies resounded--faster--faster. In a rapid turn, the golden hair just brushed the dark, glowing face. He bent lower; as if she had been but a peasant maid, the bold eyes looked now down into hers; nay, more--in their depths she might fancy almost a warmer sparkle--of mute admiration! And her face, on a sudden, changed; grew cold.
"_Certes_, your Ladys.h.i.+p sets them an example!" murmured the audacious fellow. "Though, _pardi!_--one not easy to imitate!"
She threw back her head, proudly, imperiously; the brown eyes gleamed, and certain sharp words of reproof were about to spring from her lips, when abruptly, above the sound of the music, a trumpet call, afar, rang out. My lady--not sorry perhaps of the pretext--at once stopped.
"I thank your Ladys.h.i.+p," said the man and bowed low.
But the Governor's daughter seemed, or affected, not to hear, regarding the other dancers, who likewise had come to a standstill--the two musicians looking up from instruments now silent. A moment yet the young fisherman lingered; seemed about once more to voice his acknowledgments, but, catching the dull eye of a peasant, stepped back instead.
"_Sapristi_! They might, at least, have waited until the end of the dance!" he muttered, and, with a final look over his shoulder and a low laugh, disappeared in the crowd.
"Where are the enemy?" It was the Marquis who spoke--in accents he strove to make light and thereby conceal, perhaps, possible annoyance.
Coming forward, he looked around toward the point whence the sound had proceeded. "If I mistake not," a note of inquiry in his tone, "it means--a call to arms!"
My lady bit her lips; her eyes still gleamed with the bright cold light of a topaz. "Why--a call to arms?" she asked somewhat petulantly, raising her hand to her hair, a little disarranged in the dance.
"Perhaps, as a part of the military discipline?" murmured the Marquis dubiously. "See!" With sudden interest, he indicated a part of the Mount that had been black against the star-spangled sky, now showing sickly points of light. "It does mean something! They are coming down!"
And even as the Marquis spoke, a clatter of hoofs on the stone pavement leading from the Mount to the sand ushered a horseman into view. He was followed by another and yet another, until in somewhat desultory fas.h.i.+on, owing to the tortuous difficulties of the narrow way that had separated them above, an array of mounted men was gathered at the base of the rock. But only for a moment; a few words from one of their number, evidently in command, and they dispersed; some to ride around the Mount to the left, others to the right.
"Perhaps Elise will enlighten us?" Of one accord her guests now crowded around the girl.
"Does the Governor intend to take us prisoners?"
"You imply it is necessary to do that--to keep you?" answered my lady.
"Then why--"
Her expression, as perplexed as theirs, answered.
"Beppo!" She waved her hand.
The Governor's servitor, who was pa.s.sing, with an anxious, inquiring look upon his face, glanced around.
"Beppo!" she repeated, and beckoned again.
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