CHAPTER LXIV
GERARD returned to consciousness and to despair.
On the second day he was raving with fever on the brain. On a table hardby lay his rich auburn hair, long as a woman's.
The deadlier symptoms succeeded one another rapidly.
On the fifth day his leech retired and gave him up.
On the sunset of that same day he fell into a deep sleep.
Some said he would wake only to die.
But an old gossip, whose opinion carried weight (she had been aprofessional nurse), declared that his youth might save him yet could hesleep twelve hours.
On this his old landlady cleared the room and watched him alone. Shevowed a wax candle to the Virgin for every hour he should sleep.
He slept twelve hours.
The good soul rejoiced, and thanked the Virgin on her knees.
He slept twenty-four hours.
His kind nurse began to doubt. At the thirtieth hour she sent for thewoman of art. "Thirty hours! shall we wake him?"
The other inspected him closely for some time.
"His breath is even, his hand moist. I know there be learned leecheswould wake him, to look at his tongue, and be none the wiser; but wethat be women should have the sense to let bon Nature alone. When didsleep ever harm the racked brain or the torn heart?"
When he had been forty-eight hours asleep, it got wind, and they hadmuch ado to keep the curious out. But they admitted only Fra Colonna andhis friend the gigantic Fra Jerome.
These two relieved the women, and sat silent; the former eyeing hisyoung friend with tears in his eyes, the latter with beads in his handlooked as calmly on him, as he had on the sea when Gerard and heencountered it hand to hand.
At last, I think it was about the sixtieth hour of this strange sleep,the landlady touched Fra Colonna with her elbow. He looked. Gerard hadopened his eyes as gently as if he had been but dozing.
He stared.
He drew himself up a little in bed.
He put his hand to his head, and found his hair was gone.
He noticed his friend Colonna, and smiled with pleasure. But in themiddle of smiling his face stopped, and was convulsed in a moment withanguish unspeakable, and he uttered a loud cry, and turned his face tothe wall.
His good landlady wept at this. She had known what it is to awakebereaved.
Fra Jerome recited canticles, and prayers from his breviary.
Gerard rolled himself in the bed-clothes.
Fra Colonna went to him, and, whimpering, reminded him that all was notlost. The divine muses were immortal. He must transfer his affection tothem; they would never betray him nor fail him like creatures of clay.The good, simple father then hurried away; for he was overcome by hisemotion.
Fra Jerome remained behind. "Young man," said he, "the Muses exist butin the brains of pagans and visionaries. The Church alone gives reposeto the heart on earth, and happiness to the soul hereafter. Hath earthdeceived thee, hath passion broken thy heart after tearing it, theChurch opens her arms: consecrate thy gifts to her! The Church is peaceof mind."
He spoke these words solemnly at the door, and was gone as soon as theywere uttered.
"The Church!" cried Gerard, rising furiously and shaking his fist afterthe friar. "Malediction on the Church! But for the Church I should notlie broken here, and she lie cold, cold, cold, in Holland. O myMargaret! O my darling! my darling! And I must run from thee the fewmonths thou hadst to live. Cruel! cruel! The monsters, they let her die.Death comes not without some signs. These the blind, selfish wretchessaw not, or recked not; but I had seen them, I that love her. Oh, had Ibeen there, I had saved her, I had saved her. Idiot! idiot! to leave herfor a moment."
He wept bitterly a long time.
Then, suddenly bursting into rage again, he cried vehemently, "TheChurch! for whose sake I was driven from her; my malison be on theChurch! and the hypocrites that name it to my broken heart. Accursed bethe world! Ghysbrecht lives; Margaret dies. Thieves, murderers, harlots,live for ever. Only angels die. Curse life! Curse death! and whosoevermade them what they are!"
The friar did not hear these mad and wicked words; but only the yell ofrage with which they were flung after him.
It was as well. For, if he had heard them, he would have had his lateshipmate burned in the forum with as little hesitation as he would haveroasted a kid.
His old landlady, who had accompanied Fra Colonna down the stair, heardthe raised voice, and returned in some anxiety.
She found Gerard putting on his clothes, and crying.
She remonstrated.
"What avails my lying here?" said he gloomily. "Can I find here thatwhich I seek?"
"Saints preserve us! Is he distraught again? What seek ye?"
"Oblivion."
"Oblivion, my little heart? Oh, but y' are young to talk so."
"Young or old, what else have I to live for?"
He put on his best clothes.
The good dame remonstrated. "My pretty Gerard, know that it is Tuesday,not Sunday."
"Oh, Tuesday is it? I thought it had been Saturday."
"Nay, thou has slept long. Thou never wearest thy brave clothes onworking days. Consider."
"What I did, when she lived, I did. Now I shall do whatever erst I didnot. The past is the past. There lies my hair, and with it my way oflife. I have served one Master as well as I could. You see my reward.Now I'll serve another, and give him a fair trial too."
"Alas!" sighed the woman, turning pale, "what mean these dark words? andwhat new master is this whose service thou wouldst try?"
"SATAN."
And with this horrible declaration on his lips the miserable creaturewalked out with his cap and feather set jauntily on one side, and feeblelimbs, and a sinister face pale as ashes, and all drawn down as if byage.
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