The Heart of Denise, and Other TalesLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
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The Heart of Denise, and Other Tales
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Fiction; Short stories
Now do I reverently thank God that by His mercy I was strong enough to
take the course I adopted. For had I not done so, I know not what had
been my fate. On the surface, the impulse on which I had acted seemed
foolish and ill-advised, yet when I think over all calmly now, and
especially of the circumstances that led to my meeting with Monsieur
de Norreys, and the events which followed, I am sure and confident
that the Merciful Power which had so far watched over me had heard my
prayers and answered them. At the moment, however, I did not know or
think of this; my one idea was to try, if possible, to enlist the
Englishman on my side, and if this was not to be, then I knew not what
I should do, though the most desperate resolves were rioting in my
brain. I was too excited to rest, but a bath, a change of toilet, and
a little food, refreshed me and steadied my nerves, and then I sat for
a space by the open window of my small room to try and collect myself
for my interview with M. de Norreys. The clouds seemed to have passed
away, though far behind over the mountains there was a grey bank that
showed that the storm was hovering over us, and the wind still blew in
fitful, uncertain gusts. Below me Lalande was attending to the horses,
and a bow-shot or so beyond the garden of the inn, under some walnut
trees I saw what I had not noticed before, and that was a small
encampment of lances. This did not tend to reassure me, and if I had
any doubts as to whom the troops belonged, they were set at rest by
the sight of Norreys, mounted on a powerful black horse, riding slowly
towards the inn, evidently with a view of keeping his appointment with
me. I had tried to set out in my mind what I would say to him, but
each effort seemed to be worse than the other, and at last I
determined to simply throw myself on his chivalry, and stand the
hazard of the result. At one time I thought that we might perhaps make
a dash for it and escape; but even I could see that our wearied horses
would not have a chance against fresh ones, and if it came to a
struggle we had but one sword to depend upon--a brave one, it is
true--but what could one poor man do against ten? No, there was no way
but the one way, the idea of which had come so suddenly to me. Now I
heard Norreys dismounting at the door of the inn, and after a moment's
hesitation, I took my courage in both hands, and stepped down to meet
him. He was standing in the little parlour, his back to the light, as
I entered, so that I could not see the expression of his face, but he
bowed, I thought stiffly, on my coming in, and handed me one of the
rough chairs in the room, saying as he did so, "I trust I have not
kept you waiting, madame; I was delayed a little longer than I
expected with my men, as I have much to arrange for." The last words,
measured out in his prim, formal speech, appeared to me to convey a
hint to be quick with my business, and as a natural result all but
took away from me the power of saying anything.
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