The twelve adventurers, and other storiesBrontë, Charlotte
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The twelve adventurers, and other stories
Brontë, Charlotte
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
‘If thou wilt go, thou mayst,’ replied the stranger; and Ernest,
under the influence of a secret fascination, consented.
‘To-morrow, by daybreak, we will set out,’ said his guest; and then,
as the night was far advanced, they both retired to their straw couches,
after partaking of a simple supper which Ernest had hastily provided.
CHAPTER II
The rising dawn found Ernest and his unknown guide wending their
way down the long valley. It was a still, gloomy October morning.
The sky was obscured by grey clouds, and the cold wind which whistled
among the yellow withered leaves of the wood that covered the rocks
blew occasionally some mizzling drops of rain into the faces of the
two travellers. The distant prospect of the lake and mountains was
hidden by a veil of mist, and when the sun rose above them his presence
was only revealed by a whitish light gleaming through the thin watery
atmosphere. The only sounds which fell on the ear were the howling
of the blast in the caverned sides of the valley, and the melancholy
murmuring of the stream as its waves beat against the rugged stones
which obstructed its passage.
They proceeded along in a straight course till they came to the borders
of the lake, where the guide stopped, saying: ‘We must now cross
this water.’ Ernest gazed at him a moment, and then said:
‘How can we? We have no boat, and I lack the power to swim for so
long a time as it would require to cross this lake.’
No sooner had he uttered these words than a light gale arose which
ruffled and agitated the quiet surface of the lake. Presently a tiny
skiff appeared gliding over the waves, and in a few minutes reached
the bank whereon they stood. The stranger quickly sprang into the
bark, and Ernest, though filled with terror at the conviction that
he was now in the hands of a supernatural being, felt himself compelled
by a strong impulse to follow whither he was led. No sooner were
they seated than a large white sail unfurled seemingly of its own
accord, and in a few moments they found themselves nearing the opposite
shore, so lightly and swiftly this fairy vessel had borne them over
the lake.
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