"He speaks to my prejudice," I exclaimed, addressing Vanderdecken;
"let him be candid. His tongue is injurious to the Hollander's love
of honour. Mynheer, consider: He talks of the six days of storm--that
weather had been brewed before my ship sighted yours. Of the English
man-of-war and the French pirate; why not of the wreck that yielded
you a bountiful store of needful things? He knows--as you do, Herr
Vanderdecken, that Englishmen--least of all English mariners--are not
among those who practise sorcery. This change is the concern of that
Being who has yet to judge this man. If he charges me with the control
of the elements, then, by the Majesty of Heaven, he basely lies even
in his rash and impious effort to do me, a weak and erring mortal,
honour!"
With which I turned upon the villain and stared at him with eyes fuller
of more potent fury flashed into them by the rage of my healthy,
earthly manhood than could possibly possess him out of that dusty
sepulchre of his body which lived by the Curse alone. He shrunk away
from me, looking at his skipper.
"Captain Vanderdecken," broke in the sweet voice of Imogene, "you will
not let Herr Van Vogelaar's intemperate accusations influence your
love of justice. Herr Fenton is not accountable for this calm; 'tis
monstrous to suppose it. Charge me sooner with witchcraft; I have been
longer in this ship than he; in that time you have met many adverse
winds; and if his being an Englishman is his wrong, hold me also
answerable for the failure of your hopes, since I am English too!"
He looked at her, then at me, then back to her, and methought her
beauty coloured the stormy cloud of his expression with a light of its
own, not softening it, but robbing it somewhat of its terror. He moved
his lips, talking to himself, folded his arms and leaned back, staring
straight up at the deck.
I fancied by saying more yet I could mend my case, and would not meet
Imogene's eye for fear of being checked.
"Captain Vanderdecken, I am here as a shipwrecked man--dependent
upon your generosity as a fellow-being, of which you have given me
so abundant an illustration that my heart sinks when I consider that
I am too poor to make you any return saving in thanks. Had I tenfold
the powers your mate imputes to me, could I work you evil? Give me
the control of the wind, and such a gale would follow this ship that
you should be speedily counting the date of your arrival at Amsterdam
in hours. Is it reasonable that I should seek to delay this voyage?
I, who have but these clothes in which I stand--who am divorced from
my home--who am helpless and defenceless among the enemies of my
country--among men from whom I should have nothing to hope if they had
not long given the world to know that their generosity as foes is alone
equalled by their heroism as mariners!"
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