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"We can make s.h.i.+ft to stable the horses between some of the walls outside, and ourselves in the tower," said Ellerey. "It might be worse, Stefan, and with fortune our stay will be short."
"It must be if we're to live. There is no food for a siege," Stefan answered.
Meanwhile the men had unsaddled, and a fire was already crackling on the old hearth. There was promise of comfort for the night, and they were not disposed to grumble. While some looked to the horses, others made haste to prepare a meal. A kid caught earlier in the day suggested a feast. Others, finding a broken door, made s.h.i.+ft to set it on four stones, improvising a table, on which they set out the wine flasks and the food they carried with them, while one man paced up and down the edge of the plateau watching the mountains opposite and the pa.s.s beneath.
Kid's flesh, even when roasted over a wood fire, may not be to the taste of all who can choose their viands, but it is honest food for all that, and no one round that improvised table uttered a word against it. More logs had been piled on the fire, and the blaze threw dancing shadows on the stone walls and lit up the rough faces of the men. They were silent for a while, their sharp set appet.i.tes fully occupying them, but a draught of wine set the tongues wagging again.
"A song, Stefan: I've heard you roar a good stave ere this."
"Not a love song, surely?" said Grigosie.
"No, of wine."
"In all the verse I ever heard love and wine strangely go together,"
said the boy.
"Proving that the joys of both are transitory, perhaps," said Ellerey, who sat beside him. He spoke only to Grigosie, but Stefan heard him.
"Love, Captain--a snap of the fingers for love; but wine's the very heart of life. There's wisdom and truth in wine, there's valor in it, and it's powerful enough to make even good sound men fall in love.
There's a stave I've heard which you may have if you will." And with much sound but little music Stefan broke into song.
It was a tavern ditty, and not too nice in its sentiments, as, indeed, why should it be, to please its hearers? There was a lilt in its chorus which even Stefan's unmusical voice could not hide, and it set the men's heads nodding in time as they roared it out together, waking the echoes with the declaration that--"The eye of a maid may sparkle, And the fools may for love repine, But the wise man knows As his road he goes That the best of life's gifts is wine."
"That isn't true, is it, Captain?" whispered Grigosie. "We know better than that."
Ellerey laughed, but he was not displeased to keep the lad in low conversation. The song had let loose a flood of jest and anecdote which lost none of their ribaldry in the telling. They were ill suited for a boy to hear and batten on.
"Yes, lad; we know better, you and I," he said. "Let them talk, we need not listen."
"I suppose it is natural in youth to shudder at some things they talk of, and much I do not understand."
"Keeping such ignorance you will be the happier. And do not drink much wine to-night, Grigosie; you must take your turn at sentry duty. It is share and share alike in an enterprise like this."
"Grant, then, there be stars to-night. I never feel lonely under the stars," the lad answered. "It was good wine that was poured into my flask at starting; I have hardly tasted it until now. Is yours good?"
"It might be worse, and I was never a heavy drinker."
"Taste mine."
"No, lad; why should I rob you?"
"Indeed, it will be no robbery. If you do not take it I shall offer it to Stefan presently. It is too strong for me."
"I'll taste it before I sleep, if you will. The air is close here. Let us go and fill our lungs with mountain breezes."
The boy sprang to his feet at once, careful to take his wine flask with him, and followed Ellerey on to the plateau.
There were stars in the clear sky, and a crescent moon that seemed to be poised on a sharp edge of the higher mountains. The air was keen, tingling in throat and nostrils.
"...the wise man knows As his road he goes That the best of life's gifts is wine," came again the lilting chorus from the tower. It was the only sound that disturbed the silence--the silence of a world.
"A night for regrets, Captain, yet one to speed ambition," said Grigosie.
"Yours has been too short to acc.u.mulate regrets."
"They get heaped together very rapidly sometimes," was the reply. "How long shall we stay here?"
"Only until we have seen Vasilici and delivered our message."
"And then back to Sturatzberg with our demands backed by an army of patriots," said Grigosie. "And for the success of the scheme--how do you reckon the chances?"
"If I expected failure I should not be here."
"Your own ambition supplies the motive, then? There is no love for a cause behind?"
"Hush, lad; those are dangerous questions to ask a soldier. If I know that reward awaits success, it is as certain that failure means death.
Those who employ my sword would not hesitate to sacrifice me to save the situation; so you see, Grigosie, you set out on a venture some enterprise when you joined my company."
"Yes, we may fail and die, and yet other nights will be just as full of stars as this is. I wonder how it is that such a beautiful world is cursed to go so awry."
"Chiefly, my lad, because most of us care nothing about the beauty, but think only of using it as a plaything. Let us go in again. You should sleep before you go on duty." Some of the men had already stretched themselves cut in sleep, and there was weariness in the slow speech of the others. Only Anton seemed really awake, and he did not speak as the two entered the tower.
"Here is the wine," Grigosie whispered, handing the flask to Ellerey.
"Drink to success in it, to success in war--and love."
CHAPTER XIV
THE TOKEN IS DELIVERED
The logs burnt low upon the hearth, and only a feeble light was in the tower. Anton saw Ellerey drink the wine and then cast himself down not far from Grigosie; but it was too dim for him to see whether all his companions were asleep. Some certainly were, for they snored, and others were restless, for they s.h.i.+fted their positions at intervals and sighed heavily. Where Ellerey and Grigosie were there was deep shadow, growing deeper as the fire died down. One sleeper there was restless for a little while, and then his breathing proclaimed that his sleep was heavy. Once Anton thought there was a darker shadow within the shadow, which moved quite silently, but he did not speak; he only listened very eagerly and raised himself on his elbow a little.
Presently Anton slept too.
Ellerey awoke with a start. Some shock in a dream seemed to wake him, and as he raised himself his hand went to his breast, as it constantly did on waking. The token lay there safely. Then he leaned over toward Grigosie and stretched out his arm. The lad's place was empty. He was startled for a moment, as men may be on awaking suddenly from a dream, but he quickly recovered himself, remembering that the lad was sentry part of the night.
He lay down again, being heavy-eyed, but could not sleep. The air was oppressive, and a dull pain was in his head as though a steel band were clasped tightly round his forehead. The dream was still surging unpleasantly through his brain, and at last his restlessness prompted him to go out on to the plateau.
The stars were still bright, but the crescent moon had gone. At the edge of the plateau, resting upon his gun, stood the motionless figure of the sentry. Ellerey did not wish to startle him, so coughed slightly to let him know of his presence.
The boy did not turn.
"Grigosie."
"Is that you, Captain? I was just coming to call you. Watch the mountain opposite, and tell me if my eyes are deceiving me. There is nothing for the moment, but wait, and look steadily."