to have and to hold-第31节
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〃There are worse places；〃 I replied。
He left his seat； and moved； though with caution； to one nearer Mistress Percy。 〃Are cold and storm and peril sweeter to you； lady； than warmth and safety； and a love that would guard you from； not run you into； danger？〃 he said in a whisper。 〃Do you not wish this boat the Santa Teresa； these rude boards the velvet cushions of her state cabin； this darkness her many lights； this cold her warmth； with the night shut out and love shut in？〃
His audacity； if it angered me； yet made me laugh。 Not so with the King's ward。 She shrank from him until she pressed against the tiller。 Our flight； the pursuing feet； the struggle at the wharf； her wounded arm of which she had not told； the terror of the white sail rising as if by magic； the vision of the man she hated lying as one dead before her in the moonlight； the cold； the hurry of the night； … small wonder if her spirit failed her for some time。 I felt her hand touch mine where it rested upon the tiller。 〃Captain Percy；〃 she murmured； with a little sobbing breath。
I leaned across the tiller and addressed the favorite。 〃My lord；〃 I said； 〃courtesy to prisoners is one thing； and freedom from restraint and license of tongue is another。 Here at the stern the boat is somewhat heavily freighted。 Your lordship will oblige me if you will go forward where there is room enough and to spare。〃
His black brows drew together。 〃And what if I refuse； sir？〃 he demanded haughtily。
〃I have rope here；〃 I answered； 〃and to aid me the gentleman who once before to…night； and in despite of your struggles； lifted you in his arms like an infant。 We will tie you hand and foot； and lay you in the bottom of the boat。 If you make too much trouble； there is always the river。 My lord； you are not now at Whitehall。 You are with desperate men； outlaws who have no king； and so fear no king's minions。 Will you go free； or will you go bound？ Go you shall； one way or the other。〃
He looked at me with rage and hatred in his face。 Then； with a laugh that was not good to hear and a shrug of the shoulders； he went forward to bear Diccon company in the bow。
CHAPTER XX IN WHICH WE ARE IN DESPERATE CASE
〃GOD walketh upon the sea as he walketh upon the land；〃 said the minister。 〃The sea is his and we are his。 He will do what it liketh him with his own。〃 As he spoke he looked with a steadfast soul into the black hollow of the wave that combed above us； threatening destruction。
The wave broke； and the boat still lived。 Borne high upon the shoulder of the next rolling hill； we looked north； south； east； and west； and saw only a waste of livid； ever forming； ever breaking waves； a gray sky streaked with darker gray shifting vapor； and a horizon impenetrably veiled。 Where we were in the great bay； in what direction we were being driven； how near we might be to the open sea or to some fatal shore； we knew not。 What we did know was that both masts were gone； that we must bail the boat without ceasing if we would keep it from swamping； that the wind was doing an apparently impossible thing and rising higher and higher； and that the waves which buffeted us from one to the other were hourly swelling to a more monstrous bulk。
We had come into the wider waters at dawn； and still under canvas。 An hour later； off Point Comfort； a bare mast contented us； we had hardly gotten the sail in when mast and all went overboard。 That had been hours ago。
A common peril is a mighty leveler of barriers。 Scant time was there in that boat to make distinction between friend and foe。 As one man we fought the element which would devour us。 Each took his turn at the bailing； each watched for the next great wave before which we must cower； clinging with numbed hands to gunwale and thwart。 We fared alike； toiled alike； and suffered alike； only that the minister and I cared for Mistress Percy； asking no help from the others。
The King's ward endured all without a murmur。 She was cold； she was worn with watching and terror； she was wounded； each moment Death raised his arm to strike； but she sat there dauntless； and looked him in the face with a smile upon her own。 If； wearied out； we had given up the fight； her look would have spurred us on to wrestle with our fate to the last gasp。 She sat between Sparrow and me； and as best we might we shielded her from the drenching seas and the icy wind。 Morning had shown me the blood upon her sleeve； and I had cut away the cloth from the white arm； and had washed the wound with wine and bound it up。 If for my fee； I should have liked to press my lips upon the blue…veined marble； still I did it not。
When； a week before； I had stored the boat with food and drink and had brought it to that lonely wharf； I had thought that if at the last my wife willed to flee I would attempt to reach the bay； and passing out between the capes would go to the north。 Given an open boat and the tempestuous seas of November； there might be one chance out of a hundred of our reaching Manhattan and the Dutch； who might or might not give us refuge。 She had willed to flee； and ILLUSTRATION we were upon our journey； and the one chance had vanished。 That wan； monotonous； cold； and clinging mist had shrouded us for our burial； and our grave yawned beneath us。
The day passed and the night came； and still we fought the sea； and still the wind drove us whither it would。 The night passed and the second morning came； and found us yet alive。 My wife lay now at my feet； her head pillowed upon the bundle she had brought from the minister's house。 Too weak for speech； waiting in pain and cold and terror for death to bring her warmth and life； the knightly spirit yet lived in her eyes； and she smiled when I bent over her with wine to moisten her lips。 At length she began to wander in her mind； and to speak of summer days and flowers。 A hand held my heart in a slowly tightening grip of iron； and the tears ran down the minister's cheeks。 The man who had darkened her young life； bringing her to this； looked at her with an ashen face。
As the day wore on； the gray of the sky paled to a dead man's hue and the wind lessened； but the waves were still mountain high。 One moment we poised； like the gulls that now screamed about us； upon some giddy summit； the sky alone above and around us； the next we sank into dark green and glassy caverns。 Suddenly the wind fell away； veered； and rose again like a giant refreshed。
Diccon started； put his hand to his ear； then sprang to his feet。 〃Breakers！〃 he cried hoarsely。
We listened with straining ears。 He was right。 The low； ominous murmur changed to a distant roar； grew louder yet； and yet louder； and was no longer distant。
〃It will be the sand islets off Cape Charles； sir；〃 he said。 I nodded。 He and I knew there was no need of words。
The sky grew paler and paler； and soon upon the woof of the clouds a splash of dull yellow showed where the sun would be。 The fog rose； laying bare the desolate ocean。 Before us were two very small islands； mere handfuls of sand； lying side by side； and encompassed half by the open sea； half by stiller waters diked in by marshes and sand bars。 A coarse； scanty grass and a few stunted trees with branches bending away from the sea lived upon them； but nothing else。 Over them and over the marshes and the sand banks circled myriads of great white gulls。 Their harsh； unearthly voices came to us faintly； and increased the desolation of earth and sky and sea。
To the shell…strewn beach of the outer of the two islets raced long lines of surf； and between us and it lurked a sand bar； against which the great rollers dashed with a bull…like roar。 The wind drove us straight upon this bar。 A moment of deadly peril and it had us fast； holding us for the waves to beat our life out。 The boat listed； then rested； quivering through all its length。 The waves pounded against its side； each watery battering…ram dissolving in foam and spray but to give place to another； and yet it held together； and yet we lived。 How long it would hold we could not tell； we only knew it could not be for long。 The inclination of the boat was not so great but that； with caution； we might move about。 There were on board rope and an axe。 With the latter I cut away the thwarts and the decking in the bow； and Diccon and I made a small raft。 When it was finished； I lifted my wife in my arms and laid her upon it and lashed her to it with the rope。 She smiled like a child； then closed her eyes。 〃I have gathered primroses until I am tired；〃 she said。 〃I will sleep here a little in the sunshine； and when I awake I will make you a cowslip ball。〃
Time passed； and the groaning； trembling timbers still held together。 The wind fell； the sky became blue； and the sun shone。 Another while； and the waves were less mountainous and beat less furiously against the boat。 Hope brightened before us。 To strong swimmers the distance to the islet was trifling； if the boat would but last until the sea subsided； we might gain the beach。 What we would do upon that barren spot； where was neither man nor brute； food nor water； was a thing that we had not the time to consider。 It was land that we craved。
Another hour； and the sea still fell。 Another； and a wave struck the boat
