France -- History -- Louis XVI, 1774-1793 -- Fiction
"And now," said the Governor in tones somewhat strained, as the
officer's dejected footfall died in the distance, "we've got rid of
that dolt, let us consider, my Lord, the purport of this outrage."
"Purport?" repeated the Marquis petulantly, stretching his stiff legs.
"Did they not tell me that if anything happened to the Black Seigneur,
they would hold her, Elise, answerable for it? You see they had
learned," bitterly, "of your intention to hang him after the wedding!"
"From which you infer?"
"They will keep her as hostage! Indeed, they said as much, when--"
"They bound you, my Lord?"
The color came to the young man's face. "It was a trap," he said, his
voice pitched higher; "and they came prepared, not for one man, but the
guard!"
"Still was it very ill-advised--a great mistake--to have taken the
shorter way through the forest alone."
"The proposal did not originate with me! Elise suggested it. She
seemed in a wild, headstrong mood; nothing would stop her. Now,"
moodily he rose, "_mon dieu_! What has she brought upon herself?
Where is she now?"
His Excellency did not stir; his face, like a pale mask, was turned
aside. "I do not think," he said slowly, as arguing to convince
himself, "she is in any immediate danger."
But my lord caught irritably at the word. "No danger! She is
surrounded by it. And we? what are we to do? Sit idly here? Give me
a ship, your Excellency, and I will follow the boat of this Black
Seigneur, and, when I find it, force them to--"
"What?" The Governor's eyes swerved dully. "Have you forgotten their
threat? Their last words to you that if we attempted to follow, to
rescue--that, rather than give her up--"
"They would not dare!" cried my lord with sparkling glance.
But his Excellency shook his head. "No; no; it won't do! And now,"
again looking away, "leave me, my Lord, to consider." With which, the
interview, as unsatisfactory to the one as the other, terminated.
Several days that passed were not calculated either to alleviate his
Excellency's anxiety, or the Marquis' impatience; for during that
period of waiting came no word of my lady, or news of her captors.
Mysteriously as a phantom ship had the boat that had carried the
Governor's daughter away appeared on the coast and vanished, and from
none of the Governor's vessels, or any of the fishing craft could be
gleaned information of its whereabouts. My lord, the Marquis, annoyed
at what seemed but fruitless delay, was still for setting forth and
inviting battle; but of this his Excellency would not hear, arguing, no
doubt, to himself that in temporizing lay greater assurance of safety
to his daughter than in precipitate action. So the situation grew
hourly more trying, until--as if it already were not intolerable
enough!--a new concern added ironical weight to present perplexities.
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