Complete Works of Bram Stoker (345 page)

Happily I had no arms of any kind with me, so that there could be no complication.  I am rather a quick hand myself when there is any shooting to be done.  However, there was no trouble here, but the contrary; the Blue Mountaineers  —  it sounds like a new sort of Bond Street band, doesn’t it?  —  treated me in quite a different way than they did when I first met them.  They were amazingly civil, almost deferential.  But, all time same, they were more distant than ever, and all the time I was there I could get not a whit closer to them.  They seemed in a sort of way to be afraid or in awe of me.  No doubt that will soon pass away, and when we know one another better we shall become close friends.  They are too fine fellows not to be worth a little waiting for.  (That sentence, by the way, is a pretty bad sentence!  In old days you would have slippered me for it!)  Your journey is all arranged, and I hope you will be comfortable.  Rooke will meet you at Liverpool Street and look after everything.

I shan’t write again, but when we meet at Fiume I shall begin to tell you all the rest.  Till then, good-bye.  A good journey to you, and a happy meeting to us both.

Rupert.

Letter from Janet MacKelpie
,
Vissarion
,
to Sir Colin MacKelpie
,
United Service Club
,
London
.

February
28, 1907.

Dearest Uncle,

I had a very comfortable journey all across Europe.  Rupert wrote to me some time ago to say that when I got to Vissarion I should be an Empress, and he certainly took care that on the way here I should be treated like one.  Rooke, who seems a wonderful old man, was in the next compartment to that reserved for me.  At Harwich he had everything arranged perfectly, and so right on to Fiume.  Everywhere there were attentive officials waiting.  I had a carriage all to myself, which I joined at Antwerp  —  a whole carriage with a suite of rooms, dining-room, drawing-room, bedroom, even bath-room.  There was a cook with a kitchen of his own on board, a real chef like a French nobleman in disguise.  There were also a waiter and a servant-maid.  My own maid Maggie was quite awed at first.  We were as far as Cologne before she summoned up courage to order them about.  Whenever we stopped Rooke was on the platform with local officials, and kept the door of my carriage like a sentry on duty.

At Fiume, when the train slowed down, I saw Rupert waiting on the platform.  He looked magnificent, towering over everybody there like a giant.  He is in perfect health, and seemed glad to see me.  He took me off at once on an automobile to a quay where an electric launch was waiting.  This took us on board a beautiful big steam-yacht, which was waiting with full steam up and  —  how he got there I don’t know  —  Rooke waiting at the gangway.

I had another suite all to myself.  Rupert and I had dinner together  —  I think the finest dinner I ever sat down to.  This was very nice of Rupert, for it was all for me.  He himself only ate a piece of steak and drank a glass of water.  I went to bed early, for, despite the luxury of the journey, I was very tired.

I awoke in the grey of the morning, and came on deck.  We were close to the coast.  Rupert was on the bridge with the Captain, and Rooke was acting as pilot.  When Rupert saw me, he ran down the ladder and took me up on the bridge.  He left me there while he ran down again and brought me up a lovely fur cloak which I had never seen.  He put it on me and kissed me.  He is the tenderest-hearted boy in the world, as well as the best and bravest!  He made me take his arm whilst he pointed out Vissarion, towards which we were steering.  It is the most lovely place I ever saw.  I won’t stop to describe it now, for it will be better that you see it for yourself and enjoy it all fresh as I did.

The Castle is an immense place.  You had better ship off, as soon as all is ready here and you can arrange it, the servants whom I engaged; and I am not sure that we shall not want as many more.  There has hardly been a mop or broom on the place for centuries, and I doubt if it ever had a thorough good cleaning all over since it was built.  And, do you know, Uncle, that it might be well to double that little army of yours that you are arranging for Rupert?  Indeed, the boy told me himself that he was going to write to you about it.  I think old Lachlan and his wife, Sandy’s Mary, had better be in charge of the maids when they come over.  A lot of lassies like yon will be iller to keep together than a flock of sheep.  So it will be wise to have authority over them, especially as none of them speaks a word of foreign tongues.  Rooke  —  you saw him at the station at Liverpool Street  —  will, if he be available, go over to bring the whole body here.  He has offered to do it if I should wish.  And, by the way, I think it will be well, when the time comes for their departure, if not only the lassies, but Lachlan and Sandy’s Mary, too, will call him
Mister
Rooke.  He is a very important person indeed here.  He is, in fact, a sort of Master of the Castle, and though he is very self-suppressing, is a man of rarely fine qualities.  Also it will be well to keep authority.  When your clansmen come over, he will have charge of them, too.  Dear me!  I find I have written such a long letter, I must stop and get to work.  I shall write again.

Your very affectionate
Janet.

From the Same to the Same
.

March
3, 1907.

Dearest Uncle,

All goes well here, and as there is no news, I only write because you are a dear, and I want to thank you for all the trouble you have taken for me  —  and for Rupert.  I think we had better wait awhile before bringing out the servants.  Rooke is away on some business for Rupert, and will not be back for some time; Rupert thinks it may be a couple of months.  There is no one else that he could send to take charge of the party from home, and I don’t like the idea of all those lassies coming out without an escort.  Even Lachlan and Sandy’s Mary are ignorant of foreign languages and foreign ways.  But as soon as Rooke returns we can have them all out.  I dare say you will have some of your clansmen ready by then, and I think the poor girls, who may feel a bit strange in a new country like this, where the ways are so different from ours, will feel easier when they know that there are some of their own mankind near them.  Perhaps it might be well that those of them who are engaged to each other  —  I know there are some  —  should marry before they come out here.  It will be more convenient in many ways, and will save lodgment, and, besides, these Blue Mountaineers are very handsome men.  Good-night.

Janet.

Sir Colin MacKelpie
,
Croom
,
to Janet MacKelpie
,
Vissarion
.

March
9, 1907.

My Dear Janet,

I have duly received both your letters, and am delighted to find you are so well pleased with your new home.  It must certainly be a very lovely and unique place, and I am myself longing to see it.  I came up here three days ago, and am, as usual, feeling all the better for a breath of my native air.  Time goes on, my dear, and I am beginning to feel not so young as I was.  Tell Rupert that the men are all fit, and longing to get out to him.  They are certainly a fine lot of men.  I don’t think I ever saw a finer.  I have had them drilled and trained as soldiers, and, in addition, have had them taught a lot of trades just as they selected themselves.  So he shall have nigh him men who can turn their hands to anything  —  not, of course, that they all know every trade, but amongst them there is someone who can do whatever may be required.  There are blacksmiths, carpenters, farriers, saddle-makers, gardeners, plumbers, cutlers, gunsmiths, so, as they all are farmers by origin and sportsmen by practice, they will make a rare household body of men.  They are nearly all first-class shots, and I am having them practise with revolvers.  They are being taught fencing and broadsword and ju-jitsu; I have organised them in military form, with their own sergeants and corporals.  This morning I had an inspection, and I assure you, my dear, they could give points to the Household troop in matters of drill.  I tell you I am proud of my clansmen!

I think you are quite wise about waiting to bring out the lassies, and wiser still about the marrying.  I dare say there will be more marrying when they all get settled in a foreign country.  I shall be glad of it, for as Rupert is going to settle there, it will be good for him to have round him a little colony of his own people.  And it will be good for them, too, for I know he will be good to them  —  as you will, my dear.  The hills are barren here, and life is hard, and each year there is more and more demand for crofts, and sooner or later our people must thin out.  And mayhap our little settlement of MacKelpie clan away beyond the frontiers of the Empire may be some service to the nation and the King.  But this is a dream!  I see that here I am beginning to realise in myself one part of Isaiah’s prophecy:

“Your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.”

By the way, my dear, talking about dreams, I am sending you out some boxes of books which were in your rooms.  They are nearly all on odd subjects that
we
understand  —  Second Sight, Ghosts, Dreams (that was what brought the matter to my mind just now), superstitions, Vampires, Wehr-Wolves, and all such uncanny folk and things.  I looked over some of these books, and found your marks and underlining and comments, so I fancy you will miss them in your new home.  You will, I am sure, feel more at ease with such old friends close to you.  I have taken the names and sent the list to London, so that when you pay me a visit again you will be at home in all ways.  If you come to me altogether, you will be more welcome still  —  if possible.  But I am sure that Rupert, who I know loves you very much, will try to make you so happy that you will not want to leave him.  So I will have to come out often to see you both, even at the cost of leaving Croom for so long.  Strange, is it not? that now, when, through Roger Melton’s more than kind remembrance of me, I am able to go where I will and do what I will, I want more and more to remain at home by my own ingle.  I don’t think that anyone but you or Rupert could get me away from it.  I am working very hard at my little regiment, as I call it.  They are simply fine, and will, I am sure, do us credit.  The uniforms are all made, and well made, too.  There is not a man of them that does not look like an officer.  I tell you, Janet, that when we turn out the Vissarion Guard we shall feel proud of them.  I dare say that a couple of months will do all that can be done here.  I shall come out with them myself.  Rupert writes me that he thinks it will be more comfortable to come out direct in a ship of our own.  So when I go up to London in a few weeks’ time I shall see about chartering a suitable vessel.  It will certainly save a lot of trouble to us and anxiety to our people.  Would it not be well when I am getting the ship, if I charter one big enough to take out all your lassies, too?  It is not as if they were strangers.  After all, my dear, soldiers are soldiers and lassies are lassies.  But these are all kinsfolk, as well as clansmen and clanswomen, and I, their Chief, shall be there.  Let me know your views and wishes in this respect.  Mr. Trent, whom I saw before leaving London, asked me to “convey to you his most respectful remembrances”  —  these were his very words, and here they are.  Trent is a nice fellow, and I like him.  He has promised to pay me a visit here before the month is up, and I look forward to our both enjoying ourselves.

Good-bye, my dear, and the Lord watch over you and our dear boy.

Your affectionate Uncle,
Colin Alexander MacKelpie.

BOOK III: THE COMING OF THE LADY

Rupert Sent Leger’s Journal.

April
3, 1907.

I have waited till now  —  well into midday  —  before beginning to set down the details of the strange episode of last night.  I have spoken with persons whom I know to be of normal type.  I have breakfasted, as usual heartily, and have every reason to consider myself in perfect health and sanity.  So that the record following may be regarded as not only true in substance, but exact as to details.  I have investigated and reported on too many cases for the Psychical Research Society to be ignorant of the necessity for absolute accuracy in such matters of even the minutest detail.

Yesterday was Tuesday, the second day of April, 1907.  I passed a day of interest, with its fair amount of work of varying kinds.  Aunt Janet and I lunched together, had a stroll round the gardens after tea  —  especially examining the site for the new Japanese garden, which we shall call “Janet’s Garden.”  We went in mackintoshes, for the rainy season is in its full, the only sign of its not being a repetition of the Deluge being that breaks in the continuance are beginning.  They are short at present but will doubtless enlarge themselves as the season comes towards an end.  We dined together at seven.  After dinner I had a cigar, and then joined Aunt Janet for an hour in her drawing-room.  I left her at half-past ten, when I went to my own room and wrote some letters.  At ten minutes past eleven I wound my watch, so I know the time accurately.  Having prepared for bed, I drew back the heavy curtain in front of my window, which opens on the marble steps into the Italian garden.  I had put out my light before drawing back the curtain, for I wanted to have a look at the scene before turning in.  Aunt Janet has always had an old-fashioned idea of the need (or propriety, I hardly know which) of keeping windows closed and curtains drawn.  I am gradually getting her to leave my room alone in this respect, but at present the change is in its fitful stage, and of course I must not hurry matters or be too persistent, as it would hurt her feelings.  This night was one of those under the old régime.  It was a delight to look out, for the scene was perfect of its own kind.  The long spell of rain  —  the ceaseless downpour which had for the time flooded everywhere  —  had passed, and water in abnormal places rather trickled than ran.  We were now beginning to be in the sloppy rather than the deluged stage.  There was plenty of light to see by, for the moon had begun to show out fitfully through the masses of flying clouds.  The uncertain light made weird shadows with the shrubs and statues in the garden.  The long straight walk which leads from the marble steps is strewn with fine sand white from the quartz strand in the nook to the south of the Castle.  Tall shrubs of white holly, yew, juniper, cypress, and variegated maple and spiraea, which stood at intervals along the walk and its branches, appeared ghost-like in the fitful moonlight.  The many vases and statues and urns, always like phantoms in a half-light, were more than ever weird.  Last night the moonlight was unusually effective, and showed not only the gardens down to the defending wall, but the deep gloom of the great forest-trees beyond; and beyond that, again, to where the mountain chain began, the forest running up their silvered slopes flamelike in form, deviated here and there by great crags and the outcropping rocky sinews of the vast mountains.