Sir Isumbras at the FordBroster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
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Sir Isumbras at the Ford
Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction
And La Vireville stared at that sturdy thistle, with its sharp,
glaucous leaves and its beautiful dream-blue flower, both misty now
in the dim light, almost as if he saw it in a dream, for its harsh
touch had carried him back in a flash to the little bay in the
Côtes-du-Nord where all this, surely, had happened before--where,
when he was crippled, that same hand had known the scratch of the
sea-holly, even to blood, and Mme. de Guéfontaine's kiss.
"She would not like to kiss that hand now!" he reflected, rather
grimly. Yet suddenly he had the impression, as vivid as if she were
there now, kneeling by him, near the sea-holly, as she had knelt
that evening in the northern bay, that she, with her high courage
and her ideals of devotion, would never counsel him to lie here like
a coward till he was found and shot. She would have counselled
him--did indeed seem to be counselling him now--to bestir himself,
for the child's sake, for his own self-respect. But how was he
to obey her?
There was only one way--the way she had gone that evening. The waves
to-night broke not much less gently on this shore of tragedy than
they had done on that placid strand. Yes, there lay, as always of
late in Fortuné's life, the call. But it had never been so hard to
follow. Nevertheless he believed the English squadron to be cruising
somewhere off the little isles of Houat and Hoedic, and the former
of these could not be more than ten miles away. If Providence would
but complete the miracle and put him in the way of coming by a
boat--a possible but an unlikely occurrence--he would take it for
an omen, and make an attempt to reach the fleet.
And so, supporting his mangled arm again with the other, he began
to get with difficulty to his feet, reflecting as he did so that
even if there were a boat on the shore he could not launch it,
injured as he was, and that in any case, if he showed himself near
it, he would probably be fired on by some unseen sentry. Luckily
the moon was near her setting. He must therefore look for this
problematical boat before she set, but not attempt to embark till
afterwards, when it would be much darker.
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