The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish MainAimard, Gustave
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The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish Main
Aimard, Gustave
Buccaneers -- Fiction
"Very good, Clara," he answered, "God has received your oath and will
help you to keep it; remember that, whether dead or alive, you belong
to me as I belong to you, and that no person on earth shall break the
ties that unite us. Now farewell, and keep your courage."
"Farewell!" she muttered, as she fell back in her chair and buried her
face in her hands.
"Let us go, gentlemen! Do with me what you please," the Count said as
he turned to the exempt and the guards, who were involuntarily affected
by this scene.
The Duke bounded with a tiger leap on his daughter, and seizing
her right arm with a frenzied gesture, he forced her to raise her
tear-swollen face to his, and fixing on her a glance loaded with all
the rage that swelled his heart, he said in a voice which fury rendered
sibilant--
"Daughter, prepare to marry within two days, the man I destine for you.
As for your child, you will never see it again; it no longer exists for
you."
The young lady uttered a cry of despair and fell back deprived of her
senses in the arms of Dame Tiphaine.
The Count, who at this moment was leaving the room, stopped short and
turned round to the Duke with his arm stretched out toward him:
"Hangman," he shouted in a hoarse voice which chilled his auditors
with horror, "I curse you, I swear on my honor as a gentlemen to take
on you and yours so terrible a vengeance, that the memory of it shall
remain eternal; and if I cannot reach you, you and the whole nation
to which you belong shall be buried beneath the implacable weight of
my hatred. Between us henceforth there is a war of savages and wild
beasts, without truce or mercy; farewell."
And leaving the proud Spaniard horrified by this fearful anathema, the
gentleman quitted the room with a firm step, and taking a last loving
glance at the woman he adored, from whom he was perhaps eternally
separated.
The passages, stairs, and inn garden were filled with armed men; it was
evidently a miracle that the two sailors had succeeded in escaping and
getting away safe and sound; this gave the Count, hope and he went down
the stairs with an assured step, carefully watched by his escort who
did not let him out of sight.
The guards had been long before warned that they would have to do
with a naval officer possessing an inordinate violence of character,
prodigious vigour and indomitable courage; hence the resignation of the
prisoner, which they believed to be assumed, only inspired them with
very slight confidence, and they were continually on the defensive.
When they came out into the garden the chief of the exempts noticed the
coach, which was still standing at the door.
"Why," he said with a grin and rubbing his hands, "here's the very
thing we want. In our hurry to get here, we forgot to provide ourselves
with a coach; be good enough to get in, my lord," he said as he opened
the door.
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