Falkland, CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Falkland, Complete
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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