Falkland, Book 4.Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Falkland, Book 4.
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Fiction
What was his horror, when in that livid and
distorted face he recognised his uncle! The thin grizzled hairs were
besprent with gore and brains, and the blood yet oozed from the spot
where the ball had passed through his temple. Falkland had but a brief
interval for grief; the pursuers were close behind: he heard the snort of
the foremost horse before he again put spurs into his own. Riego was
holding a hasty consultation with his principal officers. As Falkland
rode breathless up to them, they had decided on the conduct expedient to
adopt. They led the remaining square of infantry towards the chain of
mountains against which the village, as it were, leaned; and there the
men dispersed in all directions. "For us," said Riego to the followers
on horseback who gathered around him, "for us the mountains still promise
a shelter. We must ride, gentlemen, for our lives--Spain will want them
yet."
Wearied and exhausted as they were, that small and devoted troop fled on
into the recesses of the mountains for the remainder of that day
--twenty men out of the two thousand who had halted at Lodar. As the
evening stole over them, they entered into a narrow defile: the tall
hills rose on every side, covered with the glory of the setting sun, as
if Nature rejoiced to grant her bulwarks as a protection to liberty. A
small clear stream ran through the valley, sparkling with the last smile
of the departing day; and ever and anon, from the scattered shrubs and
the fragrant herbage, came the vesper music of the birds, and the hum of
the wild bee.
Parched with thirst, and drooping with fatigue, the wanderers sprung
forward with one simultaneous cry of joy to the glassy and refreshing
wave which burst so unexpectedly upon them: and it was resolved that they
should remain for some hours in a spot where all things invited them to
the repose they so imperiously required. They flung themselves at once
upon the grass; and such was their exhaustion, that rest was almost
synonymous with sleep. Falkland alone could not immediately forget
himself in repose: the face of his uncle, ghastly and disfigured, glared
upon his eyes whenever he closed them. Just, however, as he was sinking
into an unquiet and fitful doze, he heard steps approaching: he started
up, and perceived two men, one a peasant, the other in the dress of a
hermit. They were the first human beings the wanderers had met; and when
Falkland gave the alarm to Riego, who slept beside him, it was
immediately proposed to detain them as guides to the town of Carolina,
where Riego had hopes of finding effectual assistance, or the means of
ultimate escape. The hermit and his companion refused, with much
vehemence, the office imposed upon them; but Riego ordered them to be
forcibly detained. He had afterwards reason bitterly to regret this
compulsion.
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