Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated) (305 page)

Flora stood a moment.

‘It is a pretty thought,’ said she, ‘and, as far as regards Ronald and myself, a true one.  Come, I believe I can show you the very smoke out of our chimney.’

So saying, she carried me round the battlements towards the opposite or southern side of the fortress, and indeed to a bastion almost immediately overlooking the place of our projected flight.  Thence we had a view of some foreshortened suburbs at our feet, and beyond of a green, open, and irregular country rising towards the Pentland Hills.  The face of one of these summits (say two leagues from where we stood) is marked with a procession of white scars.  And to this she directed my attention.

‘You see these marks?’ she said.  ‘We call them the Seven Sisters.  Follow a little lower with your eye, and you will see a fold of the hill, the tops of some trees, and a tail of smoke out of the midst of them.  That is Swanston Cottage, where my brother and I are living with my aunt.  If it gives you pleasure to see it, I am glad.  We, too, can see the castle from a corner in the garden, and we go there in the morning often — do we not, Ronald? — and we think of you, M. de Saint-Yves; but I am afraid it does not altogether make us glad.’

‘Mademoiselle!’ said I, and indeed my voice was scarce under command, ‘if you knew how your generous words — how even the sight of you — relieved the horrors of this place, I believe, I hope, I know, you would be glad.  I will come here daily and look at that dear chimney and these green hills, and bless you from the heart, and dedicate to you the prayers of this poor sinner.  Ah!  I do not say they can avail!’

‘Who can say that, M. de Saint-Yves?’ she said softly.  ‘But I think it is time we should be going.’

‘High time,’ said Ronald, whom (to say the truth) I had a little forgotten.

On the way back, as I was laying myself out to recover lost ground with the youth, and to obliterate, if possible, the memory of my last and somewhat too fervent speech, who should come past us but the major?  I had to stand aside and salute as he went by, but his eyes appeared entirely occupied with Flora.

‘Who is that man?’ she asked.

‘He is a friend of mine,’ said I.  ‘I give him lessons in French, and he has been very kind to me.’

‘He stared,’ she said, — ’I do not say, rudely; but why should he stare?’

‘If you do not wish to be stared at, mademoiselle, suffer me to recommend a veil,’ said I.

She looked at me with what seemed anger.  ‘I tell you the man stared,’ she said.

And Ronald added.  ‘Oh, I don’t think he meant any harm.  I suppose he was just surprised to see us walking about with a pr — - with M. Saint-Yves.’

But the next morning, when I went to Chevenix’s rooms, and after I had dutifully corrected his exercise — ’I compliment you on your taste,’ said he to me.

‘I beg your pardon?’ said I.

‘Oh no, I beg yours,’ said he.  ‘You understand me perfectly, just as I do you.’

I murmured something about enigmas.

‘Well, shall I give you the key to the enigma?’ said he, leaning back.  ‘That was the young lady whom Goguelat insulted and whom you avenged.  I do not blame you.  She is a heavenly creature.’

‘With all my heart, to the last of it!’ said I.  ‘And to the first also, if it amuses you!  You are become so very acute of late that I suppose you must have your own way.’

‘What is her name?’ he asked.

‘Now, really!’ said I.  ‘Do you think it likely she has told me?’

‘I think it certain,’ said he.

I could not restrain my laughter.  ‘Well, then, do you think it likely I would tell you?’ I cried.

‘Not a bit.’ said he.  ‘But come, to our lesson!’

CHAPTER VI — THE ESCAPE

The time for our escape drew near, and the nearer it came the less we seemed to enjoy the prospect.  There is but one side on which this castle can be left either with dignity or safety; but as there is the main gate and guard, and the chief street of the upper city, it is not to be thought of by escaping prisoners.  In all other directions an abominable precipice surrounds it, down the face of which (if anywhere at all) we must regain our liberty.  By our concurrent labours in many a dark night, working with the most anxious precautions against noise, we had made out to pierce below the curtain about the south-west corner, in a place they call the
Devil’s Elbow
.  I have never met that celebrity; nor (if the rest of him at all comes up to what they called his elbow) have I the least desire of his acquaintance.  From the heel of the masonry, the rascally, breakneck precipice descended sheer among waste lands, scattered suburbs of the city, and houses in the building.  I had never the heart to look for any length of time — the thought that I must make the descent in person some dark night robbing me of breath; and, indeed, on anybody not a seaman or a steeple-jack, the mere sight of the
Devil’s Elbow
wrought like an emetic.

I don’t know where the rope was got, and doubt if I much cared.  It was not that which gravelled me, but whether, now that we had it, it would serve our turn.  Its length, indeed, we made a shift to fathom out; but who was to tell us how that length compared with the way we had to go?  Day after day, there would be always some of us stolen out to the
Devil’s Elbow
and making estimates of the descent, whether by a bare guess or the dropping of stones.  A private of pioneers remembered the formula for that — or else remembered part of it and obligingly invented the remainder.  I had never any real confidence in that formula; and even had we got it from a book, there were difficulties in the way of the application that might have daunted Archimedes.  We durst not drop any considerable pebble lest the sentinels should hear, and those that we dropped we could not hear ourselves.  We had never a watch — or none that had a second-hand; and though every one of us could guess a second to a nicety, all somehow guessed it differently.  In short, if any two set forth upon this enterprise, they invariably returned with two opinions, and often with a black eye in the bargain.  I looked on upon these proceedings, although not without laughter, yet with impatience and disgust.  I am one that cannot bear to see things botched or gone upon with ignorance; and the thought that some poor devil was to hazard his bones upon such premises, revolted me.  Had I guessed the name of that unhappy first adventurer, my sentiments might have been livelier still.

The designation of this personage was indeed all that remained for us to do; and even in that we had advanced so far that the lot had fallen on Shed B.  It had been determined to mingle the bitter and the sweet; and whoever went down first, the whole of his shed-mates were to follow next in order.  This caused a good deal of joy in Shed B, and would have caused more if it had not still remained to choose our pioneer.  In view of the ambiguity in which we lay as to the length of the rope and the height of the precipice — and that this gentleman was to climb down from fifty to seventy fathoms on a pitchy night, on a rope entirely free, and with not so much as an infant child to steady it at the bottom, a little backwardness was perhaps excusable.  But it was, in our case, more than a little.  The truth is, we were all womanish fellows about a height; and I have myself been put, more than once,
hors de combat
by a less affair than the rock of Edinburgh Castle.

We discussed it in the dark and between the passage of the rounds; and it was impossible for any body of men to show a less adventurous spirit.  I am sure some of us, and myself first among the number, regretted Goguelat.  Some were persuaded it was safe, and could prove the same by argument; but if they had good reasons why some one else should make the trial, they had better still why it should not be themselves.  Others, again, condemned the whole idea as insane; among these, as ill-luck would have it, a seaman of the fleet; who was the most dispiriting of all.  The height, he reminded us, was greater than the tallest ship’s mast, the rope entirely free; and he as good as defied the boldest and strongest to succeed.  We were relieved from this dead-lock by our sergeant-major of dragoons.

‘Comrades,’ said he, ‘I believe I rank you all; and for that reason, if you really wish it, I will be the first myself.  At the same time, you are to consider what the chances are that I may prove to be the last, as well.  I am no longer young — I was sixty near a month ago.  Since I have been a prisoner, I have made for myself a little
bedaine
.  My arms are all gone to fat.  And you must promise not to blame me, if I fall and play the devil with the whole thing.’

‘We cannot hear of such a thing!’ said I.  ‘M. Laclas is the oldest man here; and, as such, he should be the very last to offer.  It is plain, we must draw lots.’

‘No,’ said M. Laclas; ‘you put something else in my head!  There is one here who owes a pretty candle to the others, for they have kept his secret.  Besides, the rest of us are only rabble; and he is another affair altogether.  Let Champdivers — let the noble go the first.’

I confess there was a notable pause before the noble in question got his voice.  But there was no room for choice.  I had been so ill-advised, when I first joined the regiment, as to take ground on my nobility.  I had been often rallied on the matter in the ranks, and had passed under the by-names of
Monseigneur
and
the Marquis
.  It was now needful I should justify myself and take a fair revenge.

Any little hesitation I may have felt passed entirely unnoticed, from the lucky incident of a round happening at that moment to go by.  And during the interval of silence there occurred something that sent my blood to the boil.  There was a private in our shed called Clausel, a man of a very ugly disposition.  He had made one of the followers of Goguelat; but, whereas Goguelat had always a kind of monstrous gaiety about him, Clausel was no less morose than he was evil-minded.  He was sometimes called
the General
, and sometimes by a name too ill-mannered for repetition.  As we all sat listening, this man’s hand was laid on my shoulder, and his voice whispered in my ear: ‘If you don’t go, I’ll have you hanged, Marquis!’

As soon as the round was past — ’Certainly, gentlemen!’ said I.  ‘I will give you a lead, with all the pleasure in the world.  But, first of all, there is a hound here to be punished.  M. Clausel has just insulted me, and dishonoured the French army; and I demand that he run the gauntlet of this shed.’

There was but one voice asking what he had done, and, as soon as I had told them, but one voice agreeing to the punishment.  The General was, in consequence, extremely roughly handled, and the next day was congratulated by all who saw him on his
new decorations
.  It was lucky for us that he was one of the prime movers and believers in our project of escape, or he had certainly revenged himself by a denunciation.  As for his feelings towards myself, they appeared, by his looks, to surpass humanity; and I made up my mind to give him a wide berth in the future.

Had I been to go down that instant, I believe I could have carried it well.  But it was already too late — the day was at hand.  The rest had still to be summoned.  Nor was this the extent of my misfortune; for the next night, and the night after, were adorned with a perfect galaxy of stars, and showed every cat that stirred in a quarter of a mile.  During this interval, I have to direct your sympathies on the Vicomte de Saint-Yves!  All addressed me softly, like folk round a sickbed.  Our Italian corporal, who had got a dozen of oysters from a fishwife, laid them at my feet, as though I were a Pagan idol; and I have never since been wholly at my ease in the society of shellfish.  He who was the best of our carvers brought me a snuff-box, which he had just completed, and which, while it was yet in hand, he had often declared he would not part with under fifteen dollars.  I believe the piece was worth the money too!  And yet the voice stuck in my throat with which I must thank him.  I found myself, in a word, to be fed up like a prisoner in a camp of anthropophagi, and honoured like the sacrificial bull.  And what with these annoyances, and the risky venture immediately ahead, I found my part a trying one to play.

It was a good deal of a relief when the third evening closed about the castle with volumes of sea-fog.  The lights of Princes Street sometimes disappeared, sometimes blinked across at us no brighter than the eyes of cats; and five steps from one of the lanterns on the ramparts it was already groping dark.  We made haste to lie down.  Had our jailers been upon the watch, they must have observed our conversation to die out unusually soon.  Yet I doubt if any of us slept.  Each lay in his place, tortured at once with the hope of liberty and the fear of a hateful death.  The guard call sounded; the hum of the town declined by little and little.  On all sides of us, in their different quarters, we could hear the watchman cry the hours along the street.  Often enough, during my stay in England, have I listened to these gruff or broken voices; or perhaps gone to my window when I lay sleepless, and watched the old gentleman hobble by upon the causeway with his cape and his cap, his hanger and his rattle.  It was ever a thought with me how differently that cry would re-echo in the chamber of lovers, beside the bed of death, or in the condemned cell.  I might be said to hear it that night myself in the condemned cell!  At length a fellow with a voice like a bull’s began to roar out in the opposite thoroughfare:

‘Past yin o’cloak, and a dark, haary moarnin’.’

At which we were all silently afoot.

As I stole about the battlements towards the — gallows, I was about to write — the sergeant-major, perhaps doubtful of my resolution, kept close by me, and occasionally proffered the most indigestible reassurances in my ear.  At last I could bear them no longer.

‘Be so obliging as to let me be!’ said I.  ‘I am neither a coward nor a fool.  What do
you
know of whether the rope be long enough?  But I shall know it in ten minutes!’

The good old fellow laughed in his moustache, and patted me.

It was all very well to show the disposition of my temper before a friend alone; before my assembled comrades the thing had to go handsomely.  It was then my time to come on the stage; and I hope I took it handsomely.