De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
To my surprise, however, he turned not towards the door by which we
had entered, but going into a small sort of closet, in which appeared
a variety of sacks, and measures, and other accessories of a miller's
trade, he bade me do precisely as he did. For my part, I saw no means
of exit from that place; but I found that there were more secrets in
the mill than I had dreamed of. Choosing out a large spare millstone,
that lay upon the floor of the closet, Garcias mounted thereon, and
dropped his arms by his sides, when instantly the stone began to sink
under his weight, and he disappeared by degrees like some gigantic
genius in a fairy tale. The miller handed him a lantern the moment he
had descended sufficiently to be clear of the hole through which the
stone had sunk. He then jumped off the millstone, which rose up
rapidly in its place, counterbalanced by some other weight; and on my
stepping upon it, it again descended with me, when I found myself in a
sort of cave, whether artificial or natural I know not, but which ran
some way into the rock under the mill. The miller followed with a key,
and a gourd fashioned into a bottle, which he bestowed upon me, and
which I afterwards found to be full of brandy. He then opened a small
door which gave us egress close to the water-wheel; and bidding him
farewell, we issued forth, and in a moment stood in the moonlight by
the side of the river.
CHAPTER XVIII.
With a quick step Garcias led the way towards that side of the hill
which from its position was cast into shadow, and taking an upward
path, that we both knew, he soon arrived in those high and lonely
parts of the mountain, where solitude and silence reigned undisturbed.
High above earth's habitations, nothing looked upon us but the clear
blue sky and the bright calm moon, whose beams fell soft and silvery
upon the tall mountain peaks around--poured into every valley--danced
in every stream, and contrasted the broad, deep shadows thrown by each
projecting rock, with the bright effulgence of those spots whereon she
glowed with her full power.
It was a grand and solemn scene; and there was something inexpressibly
awful in the calm, sublime aspect of the giant world in which we
stood--in the silence--in the moonlight--in the deep, clear expanse of
the profound blue sky, especially when each of those who contemplated
it had heavy on his heart the weight of human blood. It felt as if we
were more immediately in the presence of Heaven itself--as if the
calm, bright eye of eternal Justice looked sternly into the deepest
recesses of our bosoms.
Garcias seemed to feel nearly as much as I did; and bending his eyes
upon the ground, he pursued his way silently and fast, till,
descending for some hundred yards, and turning the angle of the hill,
we came under a group of high trees, which formed a beautiful object
on the mountain side when viewed from the windows of the Château de
l'Orme, and from which I could now discern the dwelling of my
ancestors.
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