Two Sides of the Face: Midwinter Tales — John Shaqi
Two Sides of the Face: Midwinter TalesQuiller-Couch, Arthur
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Two Sides of the Face: Midwinter Tales
Quiller-Couch, Arthur
Fiction; Short stories, English
In less than a minute they had laid open a gap: and with that the mystery
was clear. Leaping through, they found themselves in the midst of a
cheerful and entirely passive crowd, lining the road in front of Steens'
wall, the gate of which had been closed with large baulks of timber from
the mines. The crowd numbered perhaps three hundred, and included men,
women and children. Groups of them squatted by the roadside or sat in the
hedges, quietly sharing out their breakfasts; and one and all, as the
Sheriff rode in through the gap on his grey horse, greeted him with
laughter, as a set of children might laugh over an innocent practical
joke.
Sir James lost his temper, and roughly ordered his soldiers to clear the
road. There was no difficulty about this. The men withdrew most
obligingly, collecting their breakfast cans, helping their wives and
children over the hedge, laughing all the while. They scattered over the
fields in front of Steens and sat down again in groups to watch.
To disperse them farther with his handful of soldiers would be waste of
time, and the Sheriff turned his attention to the house, which faced him
grim and silent.
He rode up to the gate, and rattling upon it with his riding-whip,
demanded admittance. There was no answer. He looked along the wall to
right and left, and for the first time began to understand that the place
was strong and his force perhaps inadequate. He could not retreat in the
face of ridicule, and so--to gain time--ordered the barricade to be burnt.
The soldiers set to work, and soon had two fine bonfires blazing, and the
Sheriff withdrew up the road with his sergeant to consult Sir John, the
pair of them a trifle shamefacedly. Sir James tried to ease his own smart
by an innuendo or two on the lawlessness of the West and the
responsibility of its Justices of the Peace.
Sir John took his sneers very quietly. "My dear Tillie," said he,
"I am with you to support the law, and you will remember that I advised
your bringing thrice your strength. But I tell you that the law is doing
this man a wrong, that all these people are convinced of it, and are
innocently scandalised to see me here; and that I at this moment am
undoing myself in their esteem, destroying a good feeling of over thirty
years' growth, and all for a cause I detest. Get that into your head; and
then, if you will, we'll ride round and examine the defences."
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