Country life -- Fiction; Italy -- Fiction; Peasants -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
The gendarmes had slid from their saddles, had surrounded and seized
the woodlanders, who made a fierce but short resistance. Against
a horse from which she had dismounted there leaned a woman--pale,
dishevelled, exhausted, staring with dilated eyes at the burning pile.
She was drenched with sweat; discoloured with heat and dust; her mouth
was wide open with parching thirst; her bare feet were bleeding.
It was Muriella.
Great tears were falling down her cheeks, for she had delivered her
own kinsmen over to justice, and she was ashamed of the guilt of her
father’s people.
“You brought the guards?” cried Cyrille, as he recognised her.
“I overheard--this afternoon--late,” she said, her breath deep drawn
and laboured, like a worn-out steer’s; “it would have done no good to
come here, and I knew the men at the picquet were absent. I ran to
Ronciglione in four hours for the soldiery. There was no other way. I
could trust no one.”
Alcide was standing, pinioned by a gendarme, his gun having been taken
from him; his eyes were red with a wicked, furious flame. There was
little light, except such as was shed by the glare of the burning wood;
but that was enough to enable him to see who it was who had been his
undoing.
With a sudden movement, lithe and quick and unexpected as a snake’s,
he twisted himself from the hold of the carabineer who was about to
manacle him, and with one leap like a deer’s he sprang to the side of
his niece.
“Traitress!” he hissed in her ear, as he snatched a knife hidden in his
waistbelt, and stabbed her full in the breast.
They seized him instantly again, but he had aimed too well not to have
slain.
“It does not matter,” she said, as she pressed the haft of the knife to
her bosom. “I was in time--it was that which mattered.”
The blood from her pierced lungs choked her.
“You will go home,” she murmured feebly. “The saints did hear!”
A moment later she was dead.
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