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Then he climbed into a jolting car driven by a young man, and the horse went off at a smart pace through the village and into the country.
On the way he asked the driver for some information about La Trappe, but the peasant knew nothing. "I often go there," he said, "but never enter, the carriage stays at the gate, so you see I can tell you nothing."
They went for an hour rapidly through the lanes, and the peasant saluted a roadmaker with his whip, and said to Durtal,
"They say that the eminets eat their bellies."
And as Durtal asked what he meant,
"They are idle dogs, they lie all the summer on their bellies in the shade."
And he said no more.
Durtal thought of nothing; he digested and smoked, dizzy with the rumbling of the carriage.
At the end of another hour they came into the heart of the forest.
"Are we near?"
"Oh, not yet!"
"Can we see La Trappe from a distance?"
"Oh no, you must have your nose just over it to see it, it is quite in a bottom, at the end of a lane, like that," said the peasant, pointing to a gra.s.sy lane into which they turned.
"There is a fellow coming from the place," he said, pointing out a vagabond, who was crossing the copse at a great pace.
And he explained to Durtal that every beggar had a right to food and even to lodging at La Trappe; they gave them the ordinary fare of the community in a room close to the brother porter's lodge, but did not let them into the convent.
When Durtal asked him the opinion which the villagers round about had of the monks, the peasant was evidently afraid of compromising himself, for he answered,
"Some say nothing about them."
Durtal began to be rather weary, when suddenly as they turned out of a lane, he saw an immense building below him.
"There is La Trappe!" said the peasant, gathering his reins for the descent.
From the height where he was, Durtal looked over the roofs, and saw a large garden, with thickets, and in front of them a formidable crucifix.
Then the vision disappeared, the carriage again went through the wood, descending by zig-zag roads where the foliage intercepted the view.
They came at last, by long circuits, to an open place, at the end of which rose a wall with a large gate in the middle. The carriage stopped.
"You have only to ring," said the peasant, showing Durtal an iron chain along the wall; and he added,
"Shall I come for you again to-morrow?"
"No."
"Then you remain here?" and the peasant looked at him with astonishment, turned about, and drove up the hill.
Durtal remained as one crushed, his portmanteau at his feet, before the door; his heart beat violently; all his a.s.surance, all his enthusiasm, had vanished, and he stammered: "What will happen to me within?"
And with a swift feeling of dread, there pa.s.sed before him the terrible life of the Trappists; the body ill-nourished, exhausted from want of sleep, prostrate for hours on the pavement; the soul trembling, squeezed like a sponge in the hand, drilled, examined, ransacked even to its smallest folds; and at the end of its failure of an existence, thrown like a wreck against this rude rock, into the silence of a prison, and the dreadful stillness of the tomb!
"My G.o.d, my G.o.d, have pity upon me!" said he, as he wiped his brow.
Mechanically he looked around, as if he expected some help; the roads were deserted and the woods were empty; no sound was heard in the country, or in the monastery.
"At any rate I must make up my mind to ring;" and, his limbs sinking under him, he pulled the chain.
The sound of the bell, hard, rusty, grumbling, sounded on the other side of the wall.
"Get up and don't be a fool," he said to himself, as he heard the clatter of a pair of sabots behind the door.
This opened, and a very old monk, clad in the brown cloth of the Capuchins, looked at him inquiringly.
"I come to make a retreat, and I wish to see Father Etienne."
The monk bowed, took up the portmanteau, and made a sign to Durtal to follow him. He went with bent head and short steps across an orchard.
They reached a grating, pa.s.sed on the right of the vast building a sort of dilapidated chateau, flanked by two wings advancing on a court.
The brother entered the wing close to the grating. Durtal followed him along a corridor into which several grey doors opened; on one of these he read the word "Auditorium." The Trappist stopped before it, lifted the wooden latch, ushered Durtal into the room, and after some minutes he heard repeated calls on the bell.
Durtal sat down and looked at this gloomy chamber, for the window was half closed by shutters. There was little furniture; the most important a dining-table with an old cover; in the corner, a "prie-Dieu" above which was nailed a figure of Saint Antony of Padua rocking the infant Jesus in his arms; a large crucifix on the other wall, and here and there were placed two high-backed chairs and four ordinary chairs.
Durtal took from his pocket-book the letter of introduction to the father. "What sort of reception will he give me?" he asked himself; "he at any rate can speak; well, we shall soon see," he said, as he heard steps.
A monk in white with a black scapular whose two ends fell, one on his shoulders, the other on his breast, appeared; he was young and smiling.
He read the letter, then he took Durtal's hand, and led him in silent astonishment across the court to the other wing of the building, opened a door, dipped his finger in a holy-water stoup, and offered it to him.
They were in a chapel. The monk invited Durtal by a sign to kneel on a step before the altar, and he prayed in a low voice; he then rose, returned slowly to the threshold, offered Durtal holy water again, still without opening his lips, and leading him by the hand they went the way they came to the Auditorium.
There, he inquired after the health of the Abbe Gevresin, seized the portmanteau, and mounted an immense staircase falling into ruin. At the top of this staircase, which had only one story, there extended a vast landing bounded at each of its extremities by a door.
Father Etienne entered that on the right, crossed a broad vestibule, and led Durtal into a room, which a ticket printed in large letters placed under the invocation of St. Benedict, and said, "I am sorry, sir, to be only able to put at your disposal this room, which is not very comfortable."
"But it will do very well," said Durtal, "and the view is charming," he continued, approaching the window.
"At least you will be in good air," said the monk, opening the cas.e.m.e.nt.
Below stretched the orchard through which Durtal had pa.s.sed under the conduct of the brother porter. An enclosure full of apple trees stunted and clipped, silvered by lichens, and gilt by moss; then beyond the monastery, and above the walls, rose fields of clover intersected by a great white road, extending to the horizon, which was notched by the foliage of trees.
"You will see, sir," Father Etienne went on, "if you need anything in this cell, and tell me quite simply, will you not? for otherwise we should heap up regret for both of us, for you who have only to ask for what might be useful to you, for me who should only discover it later and be sorry for my forgetfulness."
Durtal looked at him rea.s.sured by this frank greeting; he was a young priest, about thirty years old. His face bright, and finely cut, was streaked with red fibres on the cheeks; this monk wore a beard, and round his shaven head was a crown of brown hair. He spoke somewhat rapidly, and smiled, with his hands pushed into the large leathern belt round his waist. "I will come back directly, for I have some important work to finish," he said; "try to make yourself at home as much as possible, and if you have time glance over the rule which you have to follow in this monastery--it is written on one of these cards on the table; we will talk about it after you have mastered it, if you like."