Devereux — Volume 06Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
History
Devereux — Volume 06
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Fiction
"Unsheath it now, Julian Montreuil!" said I, coming from my retreat, and
confronting the pair.
Montreuil recoiled several paces. At that instant a shot boomed along
the waters.
"Haste, haste!" cried Desmarais, hurrying to the waves, as a boat, now
winding the cliff, became darkly visible: "haste, Bertrand, here are
Bonjean and his men; but they are pursued!"
Once did Montreuil turn, as if to fly; but my sword was at his breast,
and, stamping fiercely on the ground, he drew his rapier and parried and
returned my assault; but he retreated rapidly towards the water while he
struck; and wild and loud came the voices from the boat, which now
touched the shore.
"Come--come--come--the officers are upon us; we can wait not a moment!"
and Montreuil, as he heard the cries, mingled with oaths and curses, yet
quickened his pace towards the quarter whence they came. His steps were
tracked by his blood: twice had my sword passed through his flesh; but
twice had it failed my vengeance, and avoided a mortal part. A second
boat, filled also with the pirates, followed the first; but then another
and a larger vessel bore black and fast over the water; the rush and cry
of men were heard on land; again and nearer a shot broke over the heavy
air,--another and another,--a continued fire. The strand was now
crowded with the officers of justice. The vessel beyond forbade escape
to the opposite islet. There was no hope for the pirates but in
contest, or in dispersion among the cliffs or woods on the shore. They
formed their resolution at once, and stood prepared and firm, partly on
their boats, partly on the beach around them. Though the officers were
far more numerous, the strife--fierce, desperate, and hand to hand
seemed equally sustained. Montreuil, as he retreated before me, bore
back into the general /melee/, and, as the press thickened, we were for
some moments separated. It was at this time that I caught a glimpse of
Gerald; /he/ seemed also then to espy me, and made eagerly towards me.
Suddenly he was snatched from my view. The fray relaxed; the officers,
evidently worsted, retreated towards the land, and the pirates appeared
once more to entertain the hope of making their escape by water.
Probably they thought that the darkness of the night might enable them
to baffle the pursuit of the adverse vessel, which now lay expectant and
passive on the wave. However this be, they made simultaneously to their
boats, and among their numbers I descried Montreuil. I set my teeth
with a calm and prophetic wrath. But three strokes did my good blade
make through that throng before I was by his side; he had at that
instant his hold upon the boat's edge, and he stood knee-deep in the
dashing waters. I laid my grasp upon his shoulder, and my cheek touched
his own as I hissed in his ear, "I am with thee yet!" He turned
fiercely; he strove in vain to shake off my grasp. The boat pushed
away, and his last hope of escape was over. At this moment the moon
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