Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Then he heard a hammering, and saw below men employed driving the pegs
into the sockets in the rock, and fastening the wedges that held them
firm. No sooner was the full connection made than up the stair ran men
and even women, and boys who had scrambled out of bed, and these stood
in a line against the rock up the lengthy ladder-stair gazing at the
suspended man. Then also from above the draw-bridge was lowered, and the
men-at-arms who had been in the castle ran out of the gate and ran down
the stair to have a better sight thence of the swinging, helpless man
than they could from the battlements.
A terrible spectacle it was that they witnessed--such a one as could not
be looked on by Christian people unmoved save in such an evil age as
that, when men were rendered ferocious as wild Indians and callous to
the sufferings of their brethren; a spectacle such as could not be
looked on without pity save in such a place as that where all had
suffered in some degree from the exactions or the barbarities of this
wretched man. The flames danced and curled as if they also frolicked at
the sight of the agony of the man who had so often fed them with
hard-won harvests of the peasantry, and the humble goods of the cottager
too worthless to be carried away.
In the glare of the leaping bonfire Le Gros Guillem was distinctly
visible, looking like a monstrous yellow spider at the end of his line.
He thrust out now one long leg, then another, next he extended his
lengthy arms each armed with lean and bony fingers. He endeavoured to
scramble into a standing position upon his bar, but failed--one side
would descend before the other, and he nearly fell in attempting this
impossible feat. He gripped the rope with hands and knees and
endeavoured to swarm up it, but the cable was rendered slippery by its
passage over a roller in the window.
Rage was in his heart, rage at being there a sight to men, women, and
children, without power of spreading destruction about him before he
died.
Then he swung himself laterally, hoping to be able to reach a projection
of rock whence possibly he might creep up or down, or even laterally
from jutting point to point, holding by his fingers till he attained the
stair. As he came swinging like a pendulum he was carried close to the
stairway, and those upon it held their breath and drew back against the
rock, thinking he would make a leap in attempt to light on the steps.
Were he to do this, then to arrest himself from falling backwards, with
his long fingers he would inevitably clutch at them, and so precipitate
them along with himself below.
Those persons standing on that portion of the steps within range sidled
upwards or else downwards, to be out of the risk of such a danger. They
could see in the upward flash of the firelight the sparkle in his great
eyes as he glared at the steps, calculating his distance, making resolve
to leap, and his heart failing him or his judgment assuring him that to
do so were certainly fatal.
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