Complete Works of Bram Stoker (363 page)

A few seconds later these were followed by a tall figure with long hair and beard of black mingled with grey.  Instinctively we all, as did those in the valley, shouted with joy.  For this was the Vladika Milosh Plamenac himself.

I confess that, knowing what I knew, I was for a short space of time anxious lest, in the terrific excitement in which we were all lapped, someone might say or do something which might make for trouble later on.  The Gospodar’s splendid achievement, which was worthy of any hero of old romance, had set us all on fire.  He himself must have been wrought to a high pitch of excitement to dare such an act; and it is not at such a time that discretion must be expected from any man.  Most of all did I fear danger from the womanhood of the Voivodin.  Had I not assisted at her marriage, I might not have understood then what it must have been to her to be saved from such a doom at such a time by such a man, who was so much to her, and in such a way.  It would have been only natural if at such a moment of gratitude and triumph she had proclaimed the secret which we of the Council of the Nation and her father’s Commissioners had so religiously kept.  But none of us knew then either the Voivodin or the Gospodar Rupert as we do now.  It was well that they were as they are, for the jealousy and suspicion of our mountaineers might, even at such a moment, and even whilst they throbbed at such a deed, have so manifested themselves as to have left a legacy of distrust.  The Vladika and I, who of all (save the two immediately concerned) alone knew, looked at each other apprehensively.  But at that instant the Voivodin, with a swift glance at her husband, laid a finger on her lip; and he, with quick understanding, gave assurance by a similar sign.  Then she sank before him on one knee, and, raising his hand to her lips, kissed it, and spoke:

“Gospodar Rupert, I owe you all that a woman may owe, except to God.  You have given me life and honour!  I cannot thank you adequately for what you have done; my father will try to do so when he returns.  But I am right sure that the men of the Blue Mountains, who so value honour, and freedom, and liberty, and bravery, will hold you in their hearts for ever!”

This was so sweetly spoken, with lips that trembled and eyes that swam in tears, so truly womanly and so in accord with the custom of our nation regarding the reverence that women owe to men, that the hearts of our mountaineers were touched to the quick.  Their noble simplicity found expression in tears.  But if the gallant Gospodar could have for a moment thought that so to weep was unmanly, his error would have had instant correction.  When the Voivodin had risen to her feet, which she did with queenly dignity, the men around closed in on the Gospodar like a wave of the sea, and in a second held him above their heads, tossing on their lifted hands as if on stormy breakers.  It was as though the old Vikings of whom we have heard, and whose blood flows in Rupert’s veins, were choosing a chief in old fashion.  I was myself glad that the men were so taken up with the Gospodar that they did not see the glory of the moment in the Voivodin’s starry eyes; for else they might have guessed the secret.  I knew from the Vladika’s look that he shared my own satisfaction, even as he had shared my anxiety.

As the Gospodar Rupert was tossed high on the lifted hands of the mountaineers, their shouts rose to such a sudden volume that around us, as far as I could see, the frightened birds rose from the forest, and their noisy alarm swelled the tumult.

The Gospodar, ever thoughtful for others, was the first to calm himself.

“Come, brothers,” he said, “let us gain the hilltop, where we can signal to the Castle.  It is right that the whole nation should share in the glad tidings that the Voivodin Teuta of Vissarion is free.  But before we go, let us remove the arms and clothing of these carrion marauders.  We may have use for them later on.”

The mountaineers set him down, gently enough.  And he, taking the Voivodin by the hand, and calling the Vladika and myself close to them, led the way up the ravine path which the marauders had descended, and thence through the forest to the top of the hill that dominated the valley.  Here we could, from an opening amongst the trees, catch a glimpse far off of the battlements of Vissarion.  Forthwith the Gospodar signalled; and on the moment a reply of their awaiting was given.  Then the Gospodar signalled the glad news.  It was received with manifest rejoicing.  We could not hear any sound so far away, but we could see the movement of lifted faces and waving hands, and knew that it was well.  But an instant after came a calm so dread that we knew before the semaphore had begun to work that there was bad news in store for us.  When the news did come, a bitter wailing arose amongst us; for the news that was signalled ran:

“The Voivode has been captured by the Turks on his return, and is held by them at Ilsin.”

In an instant the temper of the mountaineers changed.  It was as though by a flash summer had changed to winter, as though the yellow glory of the standing corn had been obliterated by the dreary waste of snow.  Nay, more: it was as when one beholds the track of the whirlwind when the giants of the forest are levelled with the sward.  For a few seconds there was silence; and then, with an angry roar, as when God speaks in the thunder, came the fierce determination of the men of the Blue Mountains:

“To Ilsin!  To Ilsin!” and a stampede in the direction of the south began.  For, Illustrious Lady, you, perhaps, who have been for so short a time at Vissarion, may not know that at the extreme southern point of the Land of the Blue Mountains lies the little port of Ilsin, which long ago we wrested from the Turk.

The stampede was checked by the command, “Halt!” spoken in a thunderous voice by the Gospodar.  Instinctively all stopped.  The Gospodar Rupert spoke again:

“Had we not better know a little more before we start on our journey?  I shall get by semaphore what details are known.  Do you all proceed in silence and as swiftly as possible.  The Vladika and I will wait here till we have received the news and have sent some instructions, when we shall follow, and, if we can, overtake you.  One thing: be absolutely silent on what has been.  Be secret of every detail  —  even as to the rescue of the Voivodin  —  except what I send.”

Without a word  —  thus showing immeasurable trust  —  the whole body  —  not a very large one, it is true  —  moved on, and the Gospodar began signalling.  As I was myself expert in the code, I did not require any explanation, but followed question and answer on either side.  The first words the Gospodar Rupert signalled were:

“Silence, absolute and profound, as to everything which has been.”  Then he asked for details of the capture of the Voivode.  The answer ran:

“He was followed from Flushing, and his enemies advised by the spies all along the route.  At Ragusa quite a number of strangers  —  travellers seemingly  —  went on board the packet.  When he got out, the strangers debarked too, and evidently followed him, though, as yet, we have no details.  He disappeared at Ilsin from the Hotel Reo, whither he had gone.  All possible steps are being taken to trace his movements, and strictest silence and secrecy are observed.”

His answer was:

“Good!  Keep silent and secret.  Am hurrying back.  Signal request to Archbishop and all members of National Council to come to Gadaar with all speed.  There the yacht will meet him.  Tell Rooke take yacht all speed to Gadaar; there meet Archbishop and Council  —  give him list of names  —  and return full speed.  Have ready plenty arms, six flying artillery.  Two hundred men, provisions three days.  Silence, silence.  All depends on that.  All to go on as usual at Castle, except to those in secret.”

When the receipt of his message had been signalled, we three  —  for, of course, the Voivodin was with us; she had refused to leave the Gospodar  —  set out hot-foot after our comrades.  But by the time we had descended the hill it was evident that the Voivodin could not keep up the terrific pace at which we were going.  She struggled heroically, but the long journey she had already taken, and the hardship and anxiety she had suffered, had told on her.  The Gospodar stopped, and said that it would be better that he should press on  —  it was, perhaps, her father’s life  —  and said he would carry her.

“No, no!” she answered.  “Go on!  I shall follow with the Vladika.  And then you can have things ready to get on soon after the Archbishop and Council arrive.”  They kissed each other after, on her part, a shy glance at me; and he went on the track of our comrades at a great pace.  I could see him shortly after catch them up,  —  though they, too, were going fast.  For a few minutes they ran together, he speaking  —  I could note it from the way they kept turning their heads towards him.  Then he broke away from them hurriedly.  He went like a stag breaking covert, and was soon out of sight.  They halted a moment or two.  Then some few ran on, and all the rest came back towards us.  Quickly they improvised a litter with cords and branches, and insisted that the Voivodin should use it.  In an incredibly short time we were under way again, and proceeding with great rapidity towards Vissarion.  The men took it in turns to help with the litter; I had the honour of taking a hand in the work myself.

About a third of the way out from Vissarion a number of our people met us.  They were fresh, and as they carried the litter, we who were relieved were free for speed.  So we soon arrived at the Castle.

Here we found all humming like a hive of bees.  The yacht, which Captain Rooke had kept fired ever since the pursuing party under the Gospodar had left Vissarion, was already away, and tearing up the coast at a fearful rate.  The rifles and ammunition were stacked on the quay.  The field-guns, too, were equipped, and the cases of ammunition ready to ship.  The men, two hundred of them, were paraded in full kit, ready to start at a moment’s notice.  The provision for three days was all ready to put aboard, and barrels of fresh water to trundle aboard when the yacht should return.  At one end of the quay, ready to lift on board, stood also the Gospodar’s aeroplane, fully equipped, and ready, if need were, for immediate flight.

I was glad to see that the Voivodin seemed none the worse for her terrible experience.  She still wore her shroud; but no one seemed to notice it as anything strange.  The whisper had evidently gone round of what had been.  But discretion ruled the day.  She and the Gospodar met as two who had served and suffered in common; but I was glad to notice that both kept themselves under such control that none of those not already in the secret even suspected that there was any love between them, let alone marriage.

We all waited with what patience we could till word was signalled from the Castle tower that the yacht had appeared over the northern horizon, and was coming down fast, keeping inshore as she came.

When she arrived, we heard to our joy that all concerned had done their work well.  The Archbishop was aboard, and of the National Council not one was missing.  The Gospodar hurried them all into the great hall of the Castle, which had in the meantime been got ready.  I, too, went with him, but the Voivodin remained without.

When all were seated, he rose and said:

“My Lord Archbishop, Vladika, and Lords of the Council all, I have dared to summon you in this way because time presses, and the life of one you all love  —  the Voivode Vissarion  —  is at stake.  This audacious attempt of the Turk is the old aggression under a new form.  It is a new and more daring step than ever to try to capture your chief and his daughter, the Voivodin, whom you love.  Happily, the latter part of the scheme is frustrated.  The Voivodin is safe and amongst us.  But the Voivode is held prisoner  —  if, indeed, he be still alive.  He must be somewhere near Ilsin  —  but where exactly we know not as yet.  We have an expedition ready to start the moment we receive your sanction  —  your commands.  We shall obey your wishes with our lives.  But as the matter is instant, I would venture to ask one question, and one only: ‘Shall we rescue the Voivode at any cost that may present itself?’  I ask this, for the matter has now become an international one, and, if our enemies are as earnest as we are, the issue is war!”

Having so spoken, and with a dignity and force which is inexpressible, he withdrew; and the Council, having appointed a scribe  —  the monk Cristoferos, whom I had suggested  —  began its work.

The Archbishop spoke:

“Lords of the Council of the Blue Mountains, I venture to ask you that the answer to the Gospodar Rupert be an instant ‘Yes!’ together with thanks and honour to that gallant Englisher, who has made our cause his own, and who has so valiantly rescued our beloved Voivodin from the ruthless hands of our enemies.”  Forthwith the oldest member of the Council  —  Nicolos of Volok  —  rose, and, after throwing a searching look round the faces of all, and seeing grave nods of assent  —  for not a word was spoken  —  said to him who held the door: “Summon the Gospodar Rupert forthwith!”  When Rupert entered, he spoke to him:

“Gospodar Rupert, the Council of the Blue Mountains has only one answer to give: Proceed!  Rescue the Voivode Vissarion, whatever the cost may be!  You hold henceforth in your hand the handjar of our nation, as already, for what you have done in your valiant rescue of our beloved Voivodin, your breast holds the heart of our people.  Proceed at once!  We give you, I fear, little time; but we know that such is your own wish.  Later, we shall issue formal authorization, so that if war may ensue, our allies may understand that you have acted for the nation, and also such letters credential as may be required by you in this exceptional service.  These shall follow you within an hour.  For our enemies we take no account.  See, we draw the handjar that we offer you.”  As one man all in the hall drew their handjars, which flashed as a blaze of lightning.

There did not seem to be an instant’s delay.  The Council broke up, and its members, mingling with the people without, took active part in the preparations.  Not many minutes had elapsed when the yacht, manned and armed and stored as arranged, was rushing out of the creek.  On the bridge, beside Captain Rooke, stood the Gospodar Rupert and the still-shrouded form of the Voivodin Teuta.  I myself was on the lower deck with the soldiers, explaining to certain of them the special duties which they might be called on to fulfil.  I held the list which the Gospodar Rupert had prepared whilst we were waiting for the yacht to arrive from Gadaar.