Complete Works of Bram Stoker (354 page)

She looked at me fixedly before speaking  —  a long, purposeful, loving look which no man born of woman could misunderstand.  Then she spoke slowly, deliberately, emphatically:

“Be bold, and fear not.  Be true to yourself, to me  —  it is the same thing.  These are the best guards you can use.  Your safety does not rest with me.  Ah, I wish it did!  I wish to God it did!”  In my inner heart it thrilled me not merely to hear the expression of her wish, but to hear her use the name of God as she did.  I understand now, in the calm of this place and with the sunlight before me, that my belief as to her being all woman  —  living woman  —  was not quite dead: but though at the moment my heart did not recognise the doubt, my brain did.  And I made up my mind that we should not part this time until she knew that I had seen her, and where; but, despite my own thoughts, my outer ears listened greedily as she went on.

“As for me, you may not find
me
, but
I
shall find
you
, be sure!  And now we must say ‘Good-night,’ my dear, my dear!  Tell me once again that you love me, for it is a sweetness that one does not wish to forego  —  even one who wears such a garment as this  —  and rests where I must rest.”  As she spoke she held up part of her cerements for me to see.  What could I do but take her once again in my arms and hold her close, close.  God knows it was all in love; but it was passionate love which surged through my every vein as I strained her dear body to mine.  But yet this embrace was not selfish; it was not all an expression of my own passion.  It was based on pity  —  the pity which is twin-born with true love.  Breathless from our kisses, when presently we released each other, she stood in a glorious rapture, like a white spirit in the moonlight, and as her lovely, starlit eyes seemed to devour me, she spoke in a languorous ecstasy:

“Oh, how you love me! how you love me!  It is worth all I have gone through for this, even to wearing this terrible drapery.”  And again she pointed to her shroud.

Here was my chance to speak of what I knew, and I took it.  “I know, I know.  Moreover, I know that awful resting-place.”

I was interrupted, cut short in the midst of my sentence, not by any word, but by the frightened look in her eyes and the fear-mastered way in which she shrank away from me.  I suppose in reality she could not be paler than she looked when the colour-absorbing moonlight fell on her; but on the instant all semblance of living seemed to shrink and fall away, and she looked with eyes of dread as if in I some awful way held in thrall.  But for the movement of the pitiful glance, she would have seemed of soulless marble, so deadly cold did she look.

The moments that dragged themselves out whilst I waited for her to speak seemed endless.  At length her words came in an awed whisper, so faint that even in that stilly night I could hardly hear it:

“You know  —  you know my resting-place!  How  —  when was that?”  There was nothing to do now but to speak out the truth:

“I was in the crypt of St. Sava.  It was all by accident.  I was exploring all around the Castle, and I went there in my course.  I found the winding stair in the rock behind the screen, and went down.  Dear, I loved you well before that awful moment, but then, even as the lantern fell tingling on the glass, my love multiplied itself, with pity as a factor.”  She was silent for a few seconds.  When she spoke, there was a new tone in her voice:

“But were you not shocked?”

“Of course I was,” I answered on the spur of the moment, and I now think wisely.  “Shocked is hardly the word.  I was horrified beyond anything that words can convey that you  — 
you
should have to so endure!  I did not like to return, for I feared lest my doing so might set some barrier between us.  But in due time I did return on another day.”

“Well?”  Her voice was like sweet music.

“I had another shock that time, worse than before, for you were not there.  Then indeed it was that I knew to myself how dear you were  —  how dear you are to me.  Whilst I live, you  —  living or dead  —  shall always be in my heart.”  She breathed hard.  The elation in her eyes made them outshine the moonlight, but she said no word.  I went on:

“My dear, I had come into the crypt full of courage and hope, though I knew what dreadful sight should sear my eyes once again.  But we little know what may be in store for us, no matter what we expect.  I went out with a heart like water from that dreadful desolation.”

“Oh, how you love me, dear!”  Cheered by her words, and even more by her tone, I went on with renewed courage.  There was no halting, no faltering in my intention now:

“You and I, my dear, were ordained for each other.  I cannot help it that you had already suffered before I knew you.  It may be that there may be for you still suffering that I may not prevent, endurance that I may not shorten; but what a man can do is yours.  Not Hell itself will stop me, if it be possible that I may win through its torments with you in my arms!”

“Will nothing stop you, then?”  Her question was breathed as softly as the strain of an Æolian harp.

“Nothing!” I said, and I heard my own teeth snap together.  There was something speaking within me stronger than I had ever known myself to be.  Again came a query, trembling, quavering, quivering, as though the issue was of more than life or death:

“Not this?”  She held up a corner of the shroud, and as she saw my face and realised the answer before I spoke, went on: “With all it implies?”

“Not if it were wrought of the cerecloths of the damned!”  There was a long pause.  Her voice was more resolute when she spoke again.  It rang.  Moreover, there was in it a joyous note, as of one who feels new hope:

“But do you know what men say?  Some of them, that I am dead and buried; others, that I am not only dead and buried, but that I am one of those unhappy beings that may not die the common death of man.  Who live on a fearful life-in-death, whereby they are harmful to all.  Those unhappy Un-dead whom men call Vampires  —  who live on the blood of the living, and bring eternal damnation as well as death with the poison of their dreadful kisses!

“I know what men say sometimes,” I answered.  “But I know also what my own heart says; and I rather choose to obey its calling than all the voices of the living or the dead.  Come what may, I am pledged to you.  If it be that your old life has to be rewon for you out of the very jaws of Death and Hell, I shall keep the faith I have pledged, and that here I pledge again!”  As I finished speaking I sank on my knees at her feet, and, putting my arms round her, drew her close to me.  Her tears rained down on my face as she stroked my hair with her soft, strong hand and whispered to me:

“This is indeed to be one.  What more holy marriage can God give to any of His creatures?”  We were both silent for a time.

I think I was the first to recover my senses.  That I did so was manifest by my asking her: “When may we meet again?”  —  a thing I had never remembered doing at any of our former partings.  She answered with a rising and falling of the voice that was just above a whisper, as soft and cooing as the voice of a pigeon:

“That will be soon  —  as soon as I can manage it, be sure.  My dear, my dear!”  The last four words of endearment she spoke in a low but prolonged and piercing tone which made me thrill with delight.

“Give me some token,” I said, “that I may have always close to me to ease my aching heart till we meet again, and ever after, for love’s sake!”  Her mind seemed to leap to understanding, and with a purpose all her own.  Stooping for an instant, she tore off with swift, strong fingers a fragment of her shroud.  This, having kissed it, she handed to me, whispering:

“It is time that we part.  You must leave me now.  Take this, and keep it for ever.  I shall be less unhappy in my terrible loneliness whilst it lasts if I know that this my gift, which for good or ill is a part of me as you know me, is close to you.  It may be, my very dear, that some day you may be glad and even proud of this hour, as I am.”  She kissed me as I took it.

“For life or death, I care not which, so long as I am with you!” I said, as I moved off.  Descending the Jacob’s ladder, I made my way down the rock-hewn passage.

The last thing I saw was the beautiful face of my Lady of the Shroud as she leaned over the edge of the opening.  Her eyes were like glowing stars as her looks followed me.  That look shall never fade from my memory.

After a few agitating moments of thought I half mechanically took my way down to the garden.  Opening the grille, I entered my lonely room, which looked all the more lonely for the memory of the rapturous moments under the Flagstaff.  I went to bed as one in a dream.  There I lay till sunrise  —  awake and thinking.

BOOK V: A RITUAL AT MIDNIGHT

RUPERT’S JOURNAL  — 
Continued
.

June
20, 1907.

The time has gone as quickly as work can effect since I saw my Lady.  As I told the mountaineers, Rooke, whom I had sent on the service, had made a contract for fifty thousand Ingis-Malbron rifles, and as many tons of ammunition as the French experts calculated to be a full supply for a year of warfare.  I heard from him by our secret telegraph code that the order had been completed, and that the goods were already on the way.  The morning after the meeting at the Flagstaff I had word that at night the vessel  —  one chartered by Rooke for the purpose  —  would arrive at Vissarion during the night.  We were all expectation.  I had always now in the Castle a signalling party, the signals being renewed as fast as the men were sufficiently expert to proceed with their practice alone or in groups.  We hoped that every fighting-man in the country would in time become an expert signaller.  Beyond these, again, we have always a few priests.  The Church of the country is a militant Church; its priests are soldiers, its Bishops commanders.  But they all serve wherever the battle most needs them.  Naturally they, as men of brains, are quicker at learning than the average mountaineers; with the result that they learnt the code and the signalling almost by instinct.  We have now at least one such expert in each community of them, and shortly the priests alone will be able to signal, if need be, for the nation; thus releasing for active service the merely fighting-man.  The men at present with me I took into confidence as to the vessel’s arrival, and we were all ready for work when the man on the lookout at the Flagstaff sent word that a vessel without lights was creeping in towards shore.  We all assembled on the rocky edge of the creek, and saw her steal up the creek and gain the shelter of the harbour.  When this had been effected, we ran out the boom which protects the opening, and after that the great armoured sliding-gates which Uncle Roger had himself had made so as to protect the harbour in case of need.

We then came within and assisted in warping the steamer to the side of the dock.

Rooke looked fit, and was full of fire and vigour.  His responsibility and the mere thought of warlike action seemed to have renewed his youth.

When we had arranged for the unloading of the cases of arms and ammunition, I took Rooke into the room which we call my “office,” where he gave me an account of his doings.  He had not only secured the rifles and the ammunition for them, but he had purchased from one of the small American Republics an armoured yacht which had been especially built for war service.  He grew quite enthusiastic, even excited, as he told me of her:

“She is the last word in naval construction  —  a torpedo yacht.  A small cruiser, with turbines up to date, oil-fuelled, and fully armed with the latest and most perfect weapons and explosives of all kinds.  The fastest boat afloat to-day.  Built by Thorneycroft, engined by Parsons, armoured by Armstrong, armed by Crupp.  If she ever comes into action, it will be bad for her opponent, for she need not fear to tackle anything less than a
Dreadnought
.”

He also told me that from the same Government, whose nation had just established an unlooked-for peace, he had also purchased a whole park of artillery of the very latest patterns, and that for range and accuracy the guns were held to be supreme.  These would follow before long, and with them their proper ammunition, with a shipload of the same to follow shortly after.

When he had told me all the rest of his news, and handed me the accounts, we went out to the dock to see the debarkation of the war material.  Knowing that it was arriving, I had sent word in the afternoon to the mountaineers to tell them to come and remove it.  They had answered the call, and it really seemed to me that the whole of the land must that night have been in motion.

They came as individuals, grouping themselves as they came within the defences of the Castle; some had gathered at fixed points on the way.  They went secretly and in silence, stealing through the forests like ghosts, each party when it grouped taking the place of that which had gone on one of the routes radiating round Vissarion.  Their coming and going was more than ghostly.  It was, indeed, the outward manifestation of an inward spirit  —  a whole nation dominated by one common purpose.

The men in the steamer were nearly all engineers, mostly British, well conducted, and to be depended upon.  Rooke had picked them separately, and in the doing had used well his great experience of both men and adventurous life.  These men were to form part of the armoured yacht’s crew when she should come into the Mediterranean waters.  They and the priests and fighting-men in the Castle worked well together, and with a zeal that was beyond praise.  The heavy cases seemed almost of their own accord to leave the holds, so fast came the procession of them along the gangways from deck to dock-wall.  It was a part of my design that the arms should be placed in centres ready for local distribution.  In such a country as this, without railways or even roads, the distribution of war material in any quantity is a great labour, for it has to be done individually, or at least from centres.

But of this work the great number of mountaineers who were arriving made little account.  As fast as the ship’s company, with the assistance of the priests and fighting-men, placed the cases on the quay, the engineers opened them and laid the contents ready for portage.  The mountaineers seemed to come in a continuous stream; each in turn shouldered his burden and passed out, the captain of his section giving him as he passed his instruction where to go and in what route.  The method had been already prepared in my office ready for such a distribution when the arms should arrive, and descriptions and quantities had been noted by the captains.  The whole affair was treated by all as a matter of the utmost secrecy.  Hardly a word was spoken beyond the necessary directions, and these were given in whispers.  All night long the stream of men went and came, and towards dawn the bulk of the imported material was lessened by half.  On the following night the remainder was removed, after my own men had stored in the Castle the rifles and ammunition reserved for its defence if necessary.  It was advisable to keep a reserve supply in case it should ever be required.  The following night Rooke went away secretly in the chartered vessel.  He had to bring back with him the purchased cannon and heavy ammunition, which had been in the meantime stored on one of the Greek islands.  The second morning, having had secret word that the steamer was on the way, I had given the signal for the assembling of the mountaineers.