A Winter Amid the Ice Part 17
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"My father!" cried Gerande.
It was Master Zacharius.
"Where am I?" said he. "In eternity! Time is ended--the hours no longer strike--the hands have stopped!"
"Father!" returned Gerande, with so piteous an emotion that the old man seemed to return to the world of the living.
"Thou here, Gerande?" he cried; "and thou, Aubert? Ah, my dear betrothed ones, you are going to be married in our old church!"
"Father," said Gerande, seizing him by the arm, "come home to Geneva,--come with us!"
The old man tore away from his daughter's embrace and hurried towards the door, on the threshold of which the snow was falling in large flakes.
"Do not abandon your children!" cried Aubert.
"Why return," replied the old man sadly, "to those places which my life has already quitted, and where a part of myself is for ever buried?"
"Your soul is not dead," said the hermit solemnly.
"My soul? O no,--its wheels are good! I perceive it beating regularly--"
"Your soul is immaterial,--your soul is immortal!" replied the hermit sternly.
"Yes--like my glory! But it is shut up in the chateau of Andernatt, and I wish to see it again!"
The hermit crossed himself; Scholastique became almost inanimate.
Aubert held Gerande in his arms.
"The chateau of Andernatt is inhabited by one who is lost," said the hermit, "one who does not salute the cross of my hermitage."
"My father, go not thither!"
"I want my soul! My soul is mine--"
"Hold him! Hold my father!" cried Gerande.
But the old man had leaped across the threshold, and plunged into the night, crying, "Mine, mine, my soul!"
Gerande, Aubert, and Scholastique hastened after him. They went by difficult paths, across which Master Zacharius sped like a tempest, urged by an irresistible force. The snow raged around them, and mingled its white flakes with the froth of the swollen torrents.
As they pa.s.sed the chapel erected in memory of the ma.s.sacre of the Theban legion, they hurriedly crossed themselves. Master Zacharius was not to be seen.
At last the village of Evionnaz appeared in the midst of this sterile region. The hardest heart would have been moved to see this hamlet, lost among these horrible solitudes. The old man sped on, and plunged into the deepest gorge of the Dents-du-Midi, which pierce the sky with their sharp peaks.
Soon a ruin, old and gloomy as the rocks at its base, rose before him.
"It is there--there!" he cried, hastening his pace still more frantically.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "It is there--there!"]
The chateau of Andernatt was a ruin even then. A thick, crumbling tower rose above it, and seemed to menace with its downfall the old gables which reared themselves below. The vast piles of jagged stones were gloomy to look on. Several dark halls appeared amid the debris, with caved-in ceilings, now become the abode of vipers.
A low and narrow postern, opening upon a ditch choked with rubbish, gave access to the chateau. Who had dwelt there none knew. No doubt some margrave, half lord, half brigand, had sojourned in it; to the margrave had succeeded bandits or counterfeit coiners, who had been hanged on the scene of their crime. The legend went that, on winter nights, Satan came to lead his diabolical dances on the slope of the deep gorges in which the shadow of these ruins was engulfed.
But Master Zacharius was not dismayed by their sinister aspect.
He reached the postern. No one forbade him to pa.s.s. A s.p.a.cious and gloomy court presented itself to his eyes; no one forbade him to cross it. He pa.s.sed along the kind of inclined plane which conducted to one of the long corridors, whose arches seemed to banish daylight from beneath their heavy springings. His advance was unresisted. Gerande, Aubert, and Scholastique closely followed him.
Master Zacharius, as if guided by an irresistible hand, seemed sure of his way, and strode along with rapid step. He reached an old worm-eaten door, which fell before his blows, whilst the bats described oblique circles around his head.
An immense hall, better preserved than the rest, was soon reached. High sculptured panels, on which serpents, ghouls, and other strange figures seemed to disport themselves confusedly, covered its walls. Several long and narrow windows, like loopholes, s.h.i.+vered beneath the bursts of the tempest.
Master Zacharius, on reaching the middle of this hall, uttered a cry of joy.
On an iron support, fastened to the wall, stood the clock in which now resided his entire life. This unequalled masterpiece represented an ancient Roman church, with b.u.t.tresses of wrought iron, with its heavy bell-tower, where there was a complete chime for the anthem of the day, the "Angelus," the ma.s.s, vespers, compline, and the benediction. Above the church door, which opened at the hour of the services, was placed a "rose," in the centre of which two hands moved, and the archivault of which reproduced the twelve hours of the face sculptured in relief.
Between the door and the rose, just as Scholastique had said, a maxim, relative to the employment of every moment of the day, appeared on a copper plate. Master Zacharius had once regulated this succession of devices with a really Christian solicitude; the hours of prayer, of work, of repast, of recreation, and of repose, followed each other according to the religious discipline, and were to infallibly insure salvation to him who scrupulously observed their commands.
Master Zacharius, intoxicated with joy, went forward to take possession of the clock, when a frightful roar of laughter resounded behind him.
He turned, and by the light of a smoky lamp recognized the little old man of Geneva.
"You here?" cried he.
Gerande was afraid. She drew closer to Aubert.
"Good-day, Master Zacharius," said the monster.
"Who are you?"
"Signor Pittonaccio, at your service! You have come to give me your daughter! You have remembered my words, 'Gerande will not wed Aubert.'"
The young apprentice rushed upon Pittonaccio, who escaped from him like a shadow.
"Stop, Aubert!" cried Master Zacharius.
"Good-night," said Pittonaccio, and he disappeared.
"My father, let us fly from this hateful place!" cried Gerande.
"My father!"
Master Zacharius was no longer there. He was pursuing the phantom of Pittonaccio across the rickety corridors. Scholastique, Gerande, and Aubert remained, speechless and fainting, in the large gloomy hall. The young girl had fallen upon a stone seat; the old servant knelt beside her, and prayed; Aubert remained erect, watching his betrothed. Pale lights wandered in the darkness, and the silence was only broken by the movements of the little animals which live in old wood, and the noise of which marks the hours of "death watch."
When daylight came, they ventured upon the endless staircase which wound beneath these ruined ma.s.ses; for two hours they wandered thus without meeting a living soul, and hearing only a far-off echo responding to their cries. Sometimes they found themselves buried a hundred feet below the ground, and sometimes they reached places whence they could overlook the wild mountains.
Chance brought them at last back again to the vast hall, which had sheltered them during this night of anguish. It was no longer empty. Master Zacharius and Pittonaccio were talking there together, the one upright and rigid as a corpse, the other crouching over a marble table.
Master Zacharius, when he perceived Gerande, went forward and took her by the hand, and led her towards Pittonaccio, saying, "Behold your lord and master, my daughter. Gerande, behold your husband!"
Gerande shuddered from head to foot.
A Winter Amid the Ice Part 17
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