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cheaper sort of canary wine to a few seafaring men; who would sit there trolling their ditties; and telling their stories of Drake; Hawkins; and Grenville; till they toppled off the benches and rolled asleep on the sanded floor。 The darkness was more passionate to his swollen and violent heart。 He listened to every footfall; speculated on every sound。 Each drunken shout and each wail from some poor wretch laid in the straw or in other distress cut his heart to the quick; as if it boded ill omen to his venture。 Yet; he had no fear for Sasha。 Her courage made nothing of the adventure。 She would e alone; in her cloak and trousers; booted like a man。 Light as her footfall was; it would hardly be heard; even in this silence。
So he waited in the darkness。 Suddenly he was struck in the face by a blow; soft; yet heavy; on the side of his cheek。 So strung with expectation was he; that he started and put his hand to his sword。 The blow was repeated a dozen times on forehead and cheek。 The dry frost had lasted so long that it took him a minute to realize that these were raindrops falling; the blows were the blows of the rain。 At first; they fell slowly; deliberately; one by one。 But soon the six drops became sixty; then six hundred; then ran themselves together in a steady spout of water。 It was as if the hard and consolidated sky poured itself forth in one profuse fountain。 In the space of five minutes Orlando was soaked to the skin。
Hastily putting the horses under cover; he sought shelter beneath the lintel of the door whence he could still observe the courtyard。 The air was thicker now than ever; and such a steaming and droning rose from the downpour that no footfall of man or beast could be heard above it。 The roads; pitted as they were with great holes; would be under water and perhaps impassable。 But of what effect this would have upon their flight he scarcely thought。 All his senses were bent upon gazing along the cobbled pathway—gleaming in the light of the lantern—for Sasha’s ing。 Sometimes; in the darkness; he seemed to see her wrapped about with rain strokes。 But the phantom vanished。 Suddenly; with an awful and ominous voice; a voice full of horror and alarm which raised every hair of anguish in Orlando’s soul; St Paul’s struck the first stroke of midnight。 Four times more it struck remorselessly。 With the superstition of a lover; Orlando had made out that it was on the sixth stroke that she would e。 But the sixth stroke echoed away; and the seventh came and the eighth; and to his apprehensive mind they seemed notes first heralding and then proclaiming death and disaster。 When the twelfth struck he knew that his doom was sealed。 It was useless for the rational part of him to reason; she might be late; she might be prevented; she might have missed her way。 The passionate and feeling heart of Orlando knew the truth。 Other clocks struck; jangling one after another。 The whole world seemed to ring with the news of her deceit and his derision。 The old suspicions subterraneously at work in him rushed forth from concealment openly。 He was bitten by a swarm of snakes; each more poisonous than the last。 He stood in the doorway in the tremendous rain without moving。 As the minutes passed; he sagged a little at the knees。 The downpour rushed on。 In the thick of it; great guns seemed to boom。 Huge noises as of the tearing and rending of oak trees could be heard。 There were also wild cries and terrible inhuman groanings。 But Orlando stood there immovable till Paul’s clock struck two; and then; crying aloud with an awful irony; and all his teeth showing; ‘Jour de ma vie!’ he dashed the lantern to the ground; mounted his horse and galloped he knew not where。
Some blind instinct; for he was past reasoning; must have driven him to take the river bank in the direction of the sea。 For when the dawn broke; which it did with unusual suddenness; the sky turning a pale yellow and the rain almost ceasing; he found himself on the banks of the Thames off Wapping。 Now a sight of the most extraordinary nature met his eyes。 Where; for three months and more; there had been solid ice of such thickness that it seemed permanent as stone; and a whole gay city had been stood on its pavement; was now a race of turbulent yellow waters。 The river had gained its freedom in the night。 It was as if a sulphur spring (to which view many philosophers inclined) had risen from the volcanic regions beneath and burst the ice asunder with such vehemence that it swept the huge and massy fragments furiously apart。 The mere look of the water was enough to turn one giddy。 All was riot and confusion。 The river was strewn with icebergs。 Some of these were as broad as a bowling green and as high as a house; others no bigger than a man’s hat; but most fantastically twisted。 Now would e down a whole convoy of ice blocks sinking everything that stood in their way。 Now; eddying and swirling like a tortured serpent; the river would seem to be hurtling itself between the fragments and tossing them from bank to bank; so that they could be heard smashing against the piers and pillars。 But what was the most awful and inspiring of terror was the sight of the human creatures who had been trapped in the night and now paced their twisting and precarious islands in the utmost agony of spirit。 Whether they jumped into the flood or stayed on the ice their doom was certain。 Sometimes quite a cluster of these poor creatures would e down together; some on their knees; others suckling their babies。 One old man seemed to be reading aloud from a holy book。 At other times; and his fate perhaps was the most dreadful; a solitary wretch would stride his narrow tenement alone。 As they swept out to sea; some could be heard crying vainly for help; making wild promises to amend their ways; confessing their sins and vowing altars and wealth if God would hear their prayers。 Others were so dazed with terror that they sat immovable and silent looking steadfastly before them。 One crew of young watermen or post–boys; to judge by their liveries; roared and shouted the lewdest tavern songs; as if in bravado; and were dashed against a tree and sunk with blasphemies on their lips。 An old nobleman—for such his furred gown and golden chain proclaimed him—went down not far from where Orlando stood; calling vengeance upon the Irish rebels; who; he cried with his last breath; had plotted this devilry。 Many perished clasping some silver pot or other treasure to their breasts; and at least a score of poor wretches were drowned by their own cupidity; hurling themselves from the bank into the flood rather than let a gold goblet escape them; or see before their eyes the disappearance of some furred gown。 For furniture; valuables; possessions of all sorts were carried away on the icebergs。 Among other strange sights was to be seen a cat suckling its young; a table laid sumptuously for a supper of twenty; a couple in bed; together with an extraordinary number of cooking utensils。
Dazed and astounded; Orlando could do nothing for some time but watch the appalling race of waters as it hurled itself past him。 At last; seeming to recollect himself; he clapped spurs to his horse and galloped hard along the river bank in the direction of the sea。 Rounding a bend of the river; he came opposite that reach where; not two days ago; the ships of the Ambassadors had seemed immovably frozen。 Hastily; he made count of them all; the French; the Spanish; the Austrian; the Turk。 All still floated; though the French had broken loose from her moorings; and the Turkish vessel had taken a great rent in her side and was fast filling with water。 But the Russian ship was nowhere to be seen。 For one moment Orlando thought it must have foundered; but; raising himself in his stirrups and shading his eyes; which had the sight of a hawk’s; he could just make out the shape of a ship on the horizon。 The black eagles were flying from the mast head。 The ship of the Muscovite Embassy was standing out to sea。
Flinging himself from his horse; he made; in his rage; as if he would breast the flood。 Standing knee–deep in water he hurled at the faithless woman all the insults that have ever been the lot of her sex。 Faithless; mutable; fickle; he called her; devil; adulteress; deceiver; and the swirling waters took his words; and tossed at his feet a broken pot and a little straw。
CHAPTER 2。
The biographer is now faced with a difficulty which it is better perhaps to confess than to gloss over。 Up to this point in telling the story of Orlando’s life; documents; both private and historical; have made it possible to fulfil the first duty of a biographer; which is to plod; without looking to right or left; in the indelible footprints of truth; unenticed by flowers; regardless of shade; on and on methodically till we fall plump into the grave and write finis on the tombstone above our heads。 But now we e to an episode which lies right across our path; so that there is no ignoring it。 Yet it is dark; mysterious; and undocumented; so that there is no explaining it。 Volumes might be written in interpretation of it; whole religious systems founded upon the signification of it。 Our simple duty is to state the facts as far as they are known; and so let the reader make of them what he may。
In the summer of that disastrous winter which saw the frost; the flood; the deaths of many thousands; and the plete downfall of Orlando’s hopes—for he was exiled from Court; in deep disgrace with the most powerful nobles of his time; the Irish house of Desmond was justly enraged; the King had already trouble enough with the Irish not to relish this further addition—in that summer Orlando retired to his great house in the country and there lived in plete solitude。 One June morning—it was Saturday the 18th—he failed to rise at his usual hour; and when his groom went to call him he was found fast asleep。 Nor could he be awakened。 He lay as if in a trance; without perceptible breathing; and though dogs were set to bark under his window; cymbals; drums; bones beaten perpetually in his room; a gorse bush put under his pillow; and mustard plasters applied to his feet; still he did not wake; take food; or show any sign of life for seven whole days。 On the seventh day he woke at his usual time (a quarter before eight; precisely) and turned the whole posse of caterwauling wives and village soothsayers out of his room; which was natural enough; but what was strange was that he showed no consciousness of any such trance; but dressed himself and sent for his horse as if he had woken from a single night’s slumber。 Yet some change; it was suspected; must have taken place in the chambers of his brain; for though he was perfectly rational and seemed graver and more sedate in his ways than before; he appeared to have an imperfect recollection of his past life。 He would listen when people spoke of the great frost or the skating or the carnival; but he never gave any sign; except by passing his hand across his brow as if to wipe away some cloud; of having witnessed them himself。 When the events of the past six months were discussed; he seemed not so much distressed as puzzled; as if he were troubled by confused memories of some time long gone or were trying to recall stories told him
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