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第24章

  ’AndoftenwhenIwakeatnight,andlistentothesilence,orwanderfarfrompeopleinthegraynessoftheevening,orstandandlookatquietwaterhavingshadowsoverit,somevagueimageseemstohoverontheskirtofvision,everchangingplaceandoutline,everflittingasIfollow。Thissomovesandhurriesme,intheeagernessandlonging,thatstraightwayallmychanceislost;andmemory,scaredlikeawildbird,flies。OramIasachildperhaps,chasingaflowncageling,whoamongthebranchesfreeplaysandpeepsattheofferedcageasahomenottobeurgedonhim,andmeanstotakehistimeofcoming,ifhecomesatall?
  ’OftentooIwonderattheoddsoffortune,whichmademehelplessasIam,andfondofpeaceandreading
  theheiressofthismaddomain,thesanctuaryofunholiness。ItisnotlikelythatIshallhavemuchpowerofauthority;andyettheCounsellorcreepsuptobemyLordoftheTreasury;andhissonaspirestomyhand,asofaRoyalalliance。Well,“honouramongthieves,“theysay;andmineisthefirsthonour:
  althoughamongdecentfolkperhaps,honestyisbetter。
  ’Weshouldnotbesoquiethere,andsafefrominterruptionbutthatIhavebeggedoneprivilegeratherthancommandedit。Thiswasthatthelowerend,justthisnarrowingofthevalley,whereitismosthardtocomeat,mightbelookeduponasmine,exceptforpurposesofguard。Thereforenonebesidethesentriesevertrespassonmehere,unlessitbemygrandfather,ortheCounsellororCarver。
  ’Byyourface,MasterRidd,IseethatyouhaveheardofCarverDoone。Forstrengthandcourageandresourcehebearsthefirstreputeamongus,asmightwellbeexpectedfromthesonoftheCounsellor。Buthediffersfromhisfather,inbeingveryhotandsavage,andquitefreefromargument。TheCounsellor,whoismyuncle,giveshissonthebestadvice;commendingallthevirtues,witheloquenceandwisdom;yethimselfabstainingfromthemaccuratelyandimpartially。
  ’Youmustbetiredofthisstory,andthetimeItaketothink,andtheweaknessofmytelling;butmylifefromdaytodayshowssolittlevariance。AmongtheridersthereisnonewhosesafereturnIwatchfor——I
  meannonemorethanother——andindeedthereseemsnorisk,allarenowsofearedofus。NeitheroftheoldmenistherewhomIcanrevereorloveexceptalonemygrandfather,whomIlovewithtrembling:neitherofthewomenanywhomIliketodealwith,unlessitbealittlemaidenwhomIsavedfromstarving。
  ’AlittleCornishgirlsheis,andshapedinwesternmanner,notsoverymuchlessinwidththanifyoutakeherlengthwise。Herfatherseemstohavebeenaminer,aCornishmanasshedeclaresofmorethanaverageexcellence,andbetterthananytwomentobefoundinDevonshire,oranyfourinSomerset。Veryfewthingscanhavebeenbeyondhispowerofperformance,andyethelefthisdaughtertostarveuponapeat-rick。Shedoesnotknowhowthiswasdone,andlooksuponitasamystery,themeaningofwhichwillsomedaybeclear,andredoundtoherfather’shonour。HisnamewasSimonCarfax,andhecameasthecaptainofagangfromoneoftheCornishstannaries。GwennyCarfax,myyoungmaid,wellremembershowherfatherwasbroughtupfromCornwall。Hermotherhadbeenburied,justaweekorsobefore;andhewassadaboutit,andhadbeenoffhiswork,andwasreadyforanotherjob。Thenpeoplecametohimbynight,andsaidthathemustwantachange,andeverybodylosttheirwives,andworkwasthewaytomendit。Sowhatwithgrief,andover-thought,andtheinsideofasquarebottle,Gwennysaystheybroughthimoff,tobecomeamightycaptain,andchoosethecountryround。Thelastshesawofhimwasthis,thathewentdownaladdersomewhereonthewildsofExmoor,leavingherwithbreadandcheese,andhistravelling-hattoseeto。Andfromthatdaytothishenevercameabovethegroundagain;sofaraswecanhearof。
  ’ButGwenny,holdingtohishat,andhavingeatenthebreadandcheesewhenhecamenomoretohelpher,dweltthreedaysnearthemouthofthehole;andthenitwasclosedover,thewhilethatshewassleeping。
  Withweaknessandwithwantoffood,shelostherselfdistressfully,andwentawayformilesormore,andlayuponapeat-rick,todiebeforetheravens。
  ’ThatverydayIchancedtoreturnfromAuntSabina’sdying-place;forshewouldnotdieinGlenDoone,shesaid,lesttheangelsfearedtocomeforher;andsoshewastakentoacottageinalonelyvalley。Iwasallowedtovisither,forevenwedurstnotrefusethewishesofthedying;andifapriesthadbeendesired,weshouldhavemadeboldwithhim。Returningverysorrowful,andcaringnowfornothing,Ifoundthislittlestraythinglying,herarmsuponher,andnotasignoflife,exceptthewaythatshewasbiting。
  Blackroot-stuffwasinhermouth,andapieceofdirtysheep’swool,andatherfeetanoldegg-shellofsomebirdofthemoorland。
  ’Itriedtoraiseher,butshewastoosquareandheavyforme;andsoIputfoodinhermouth,andlefthertodorightwithit。Andthisshedidinalittletime;
  forthevictualswereverychoiceandrare,beingwhatIhadtakenovertotemptpoorAuntSabina。Gwennyatethemwithoutdelay,andthenwasreadytoeatthebasketandthewarethatcontainedthem。
  ’Gwennytookmeforanangel——thoughIamlittlelikeone,asyousee,MasterRidd;andshefollowedme,expectingthatIwouldopenwingsandflywhenwecametoanydifficulty。Ibroughtherhomewithme,sofarasthiscanbeahome,andshemadeherselfmysoleattendant,withoutsomuchasaskingme。Shehasbeatentwoorthreeothergirls,whousedtowaituponme,untiltheyareafraidtocomenearthehouseofmygrandfather。Sheseemstohavenokindoffearevenofourroughestmen;andyetshelookswithreverenceandaweupontheCounsellor。Asforthewickedness,andtheft,andrevelryaroundher,shesaysitisnoconcernofhers,andtheyknowtheirownbusinessbest。
  Bythiswayofregardingmenshehaswonuponourriders,sothatsheisalmostfreefromallcontrolofplaceandseason,andisallowedtopasswherenoneevenoftheyouthsmaygo。Beingsowide,andshort,andflat,shehasnonetopayhercompliments;and,werethereany,shewouldscornthem,asnotbeingCornishmen。Sometimesshewandersfar,bymoonlight,onthemoorsanduptherivers,togiveherfatherasshesaysanotherchanceoffindingher,andshecomesbacknotawitdefeated,ordiscouraged,ordepressed,butconfidentthatheisonlywaitingforthepropertime。
  ’Hereinshesetsmegoodexampleofapatienceandcontentmenthardformetoimitate。OftentimesIamvexedbythingsIcannotmeddlewith,yetwhichcannotbekeptfromme,thatIamatthepointofflyingfromthisdreadfulvalley,andriskingallthatcanbetidemeintheunknownouterworld。Ifitwerenotformygrandfather,Iwouldhavedonesolongago;butI
  cannotbearthatheshoulddiewithnogentlehandtocomforthim;andIfeartothinkoftheconflictthatmustensueforthegovernment,iftherebeadisputedsuccession。
  ’Ahme!Wearetobepitiedgreatly,ratherthancondemned,bypeoplewhosethingswehavetakenfromthem;forIhaveread,andseemalmosttounderstandaboutit,thatthereareplacesontheearthwheregentlepeace,andloveofhome,andknowledgeofone’sneighboursprevail,andare,withreason,lookedforastheusualstateofthings。Therehonestfolkmaygotoworkinthegloryofthesunrise,withhopeofcominghomeagainquitesafeinthequietevening,andfindingalltheirchildren;andeveninthedarknesstheyhavenofearoflyingdown,anddroppingofftoslumber,andhearkentothewindofnight,notastoanenemytryingtofindentrance,butafriendwhocomestotellthevalueoftheircomfort。
  ’OfallthisgoldeneaseIhear,butneversawthelikeofit;and,haply,Ishallneverdoso,beingborntoturbulence。Once,indeed,Ihadtheofferofescape,andkinsman’said,andhighplaceinthegay,brightworld;andyetIwasnottemptedmuch,or,atleast,darednottotrustit。Anditendedverysadly,sodreadfullythatIevenshrinkfromtellingyouaboutit;forthatoneterrorchangedmylife,inamoment,atablow,fromchildhoodandfromthoughtsofplayandcommunewiththeflowersandtrees,toasenseofdeathanddarkness,andaheavyweightofearth。Becontentnow,MasterRiddaskmenothingmoreaboutit,soyoursleepbesounder。’
  ButI,JohnRidd,beingyoungandnew,andveryfondofhearingthingstomakemybloodtotingle,hadnomoreofmannersthantourgepoorLornaonwards,hoping,perhaps,indepthofheart,thatshemighthavetoholdbyme,whentheworstcametotheworstofit。
  Thereforeshewentonagain。
  ’Itisnotatwelvemonthyet,althoughitseemstenyearsagone,sinceIblewthedownyglobetolearnthetimeofday,orsetbeneathmychintheveiningsofthevarnishedbuttercup,orfiredthefox-glovecannonade,ormadeacaptiveofmyselfwithdandelionfetters;forthenIhadnotverymuchtotroublemeinearnest,butwentabout,romancinggravely,playingatbo-peepwithfear,makingformyselfstrongheroesofgrayrockorfir-tree,addingtomyownimportance,asthechildrenlovetodo。
  ’AsyetIhadnottrulylearnedtheevilofourliving,thescornoflaw,theoutrage,andthesorrowcausedtoothers。Itevenwasapointwithalltohidetheroughnessfromme,toshowmebutthegallantside,andkeepinshadetheother。Mygrandfather,SirEnsorDoone,hadgivenstrictestorder,asIdiscoveredafterwards,thatinmypresenceallshouldbeseemly,kind,andvigilant。Norwasitverydifficulttokeepmostpartofthemischieffromme,fornoDooneeverrobsathome,neitherdotheyquarrelmuch,exceptattimesofgambling。AndthoughSirEnsorDooneisnowsooldandgrowingfeeble,hisownwayhewillhavestill,andnoonedaredenyhim。Evenourfiercestandmostmightyswordsmen,searedfromallsenseofrightorwrong,yethaveplentifulsenseoffear,whenbroughtbeforethatwhite-hairedman。Notthatheisroughwiththem,orquerulous,orrebukeful;butthathehasastrangesoftsmile,andagazetheycannotanswer,andaknowledgedeeperfarthantheyhaveofthemselves。Underhisprotection,Iamassafefromallthosemensomeofwhomarebutlittleakintome
  asifIsleptbeneaththeroofoftheKing’sLordJusticiary。
  ’Butnow,atthetimeIspeakof,oneeveningoflastsummer,ahorriblethingbefell,whichtookallplayofchildhoodfromme。ThefifteenthdayoflastJulywasveryhotandsultry,longafterthetimeofsundown;
  andIwaspayingheedofit,becauseoftheoldsayingthatifitrainthen,rainwillfallonfortydaysthereafter。Ihadbeenlongbythewatersideatthislowerendofthevalley,plaitingalittlecrownofwoodbinecrocketedwithsprigsofheath——topleasemygrandfather,wholikestoseemegayatsupper-time。
  Beingproudofmytiara,whichhadcostsometrouble,I
  setitonmyheadatonce,tosavethechanceofcrushing,andcarryingmygrayhat,venturedbyapathnotoftentrod。ForImustbehomeatthesupper-time,orgrandfatherwouldbeexceedingwrath;andtheworstofhisangeristhathenevercondescendstoshowit。
  ’Therefore,insteadoftheopenmead,orthewindingsoftheriver,Imadeshortcutthroughtheash-treescovertwhichliesinthemiddleofourvale,withthewaterskirtingorcleavingit。Youhaveneverbeenupsofarasthat——atleasttothebestofmyknowledge——butyouseeitlikealonggrayspot,fromthetopofthecliffsaboveus。HereIwasnotlikelytomeetanyofourpeoplebecausetheyoungonesareafraidofsomeancienttaleaboutit,andtheoldoneshavenoloveoftreeswheregunshotsareuncertain。
  ’Itwasmorealmostthandusk,downbelowthetree-leaves,andIwaseagertogothrough,andbeagainbeyondit。Forthegraydarkhungaroundme,scarcelyshowingshadow;andthelittlelightthatglimmeredseemedtocomeupfromtheground。Fortheearthwasstrownwiththewinter-spreadandcoiloflastyear’sfoliage,thelichenedclawsofchalkytwigs,andthenumberlessdecaywhichgivesalightinitsdecaying。I,formypart,hastenedshyly,readytodrawbackandrunfromhare,orrabbit,orsmallfield-
  mouse。
  ’Atasuddenturnofthenarrowpath,whereitstoppedagaintotheriver,amanleapedoutfrombehindatree,andstoppedme,andseizedholdofme。Itriedtoshriek,butmyvoicewasstill;Icouldonlyhearmyheart。
  ’“Now,CousinLorna,mygoodcousin,“hesaid,witheaseandcalmness;“yourvoiceisverysweet,nodoubt,fromallthatIcanseeofyou。ButIprayyoukeepitstill,unlessyouwouldgivetodustydeathyourverybestcousinandtrustyguardian,AlanBrandirofLochAwe。’
  ’“Youmyguardian!“Isaid,fortheideawastooludicrous;andludicrousthingsalwaysstrikemefirst,throughsomefaultofnature。
  ’“Ihaveintruththathonour,madam,“heanswered,withasweepingbow;“unlessIerrintakingyouforMistressLornaDoone。“
  ’“Youhavenotmistakenme。MynameisLornaDoone。“
  ’Helookedatme,withgravity,andwasinclinedtomakesomeclaimtocloserconsiderationuponthescoreofkinship;butIshrunkback,andonlysaid,“Yes,mynameisLornaDoone。“