the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (67 page)

Montes was ceremonious, gallant, emotional
.
Madeline saw his pride, and divined that the situation was one which brought out the vanity, the ostentation, as well as the cruelty of his race
.
He would keep her in an agony of suspense, let Stewart start upon that terrible walk in ignorance of his freedom
.
It was the motive of a Spaniard
.
Suddenly Madeline had a horrible quaking fear that Montes lied, that he meant her to be a witness of Stewart's execution
.
But no, the man was honest; he was only barbarous
.
He would satisfy certain instincts of his nature- sentiment, romance, cruelty-by starting Stewart upon that walk, by watching Stewart's actions in the face of seeming death, by seeing Madeline's agony of doubt, fear, pity, love
.
Almost Madeline felt that she could not endure the situation
.
She was weak and tottering
.

"Senora!Ah, it will be one beautiful thing!"Montes caught the scarf from the rebel's hand
.
He was glowing, passionate; his eyes had a strange, soft, cold flash; his voice was low, intense
.
He was living something splendid to him
.
"I'll wave the scarf, Senora
.
That will be the signal
.
It will be seen down at the other end of the road
.
Senor Stewart's jailer will see the signal, take off Stewart's irons, release him, open the door for his walk
.
Stewart will be free
.
But he will not know
.
He will expect death
.
As he is a brave man, he will face it
.
He will walk this way
.
Every step of that walk he will expect to be shot from some unknown quarter
.
But he will not be afraid
.
Senora, I have seen El Captain fighting in the field
.
What is death to him?Ah, will it not be magnificent to see him come forth-to walk down?Senora, you will see what a man he is
.
All the way he will expect cold, swift death
.
Here at this end of the road he will meet his beautiful lady!"

"Is there no-no possibility of a mistake?" faltered Madeline
.

"None
.
My order included unloading of rifles
.
"

"Don Carlos?"

"He is in irons, and must answer to General Salazar," replied Montes
.

Madeline looked down the deserted road
.
How strange to see the last ruddy glow of the sun over the brow of the mountain range! The thought of that sunset had been torture for her
.
Yet it had passed, and now the afterlights were luminous, beautiful, prophetic
.

With a heart stricken by both joy and agony, she saw Montes wave the scarf
.

Then she waited
.
No change manifested itself down the length of that lonely road
.
There was absolute silence in the room behind her
.
How terribly, infinitely long seemed the waiting!Never in all her future life would she forget the quaint pink, blue, and white walled houses with their colored roofs
.
That dusty bare road resembled one of the uncovered streets of Pompeii with its look of centuries of solitude
.

Suddenly a door opened and a tall man stepped out
.

Madeline recognized Stewart
.
She had to place both hands on the window-sill for support, while a storm of emotion swayed her
.
Like a retreating wave it rushed away
.
Stewart lived
.
He was free
.
He had stepped out into the light
.
She had saved him
.
Life changed for her in that instant of realization and became sweet, full, strange
.

Stewart shook hands with some one in the doorway
.
Then he looked up and down the road
.
The door closed behind him
.
Leisurely he rolled a cigarette, stood close to the wall while he scratched a match
.
Even at that distance Madeline's keen eyes caught the small flame, the first little puff of smoke
.

Stewart then took to the middle of the road and leisurely began his walk
.

To Madeline he appeared natural, walked as unconcernedly as if he were strolling for pleasure; but the absence of any other living thing, the silence, the red haze, the surcharged atmosphere- these were all unnatural
.
From time to time Stewart stopped to turn face forward toward houses and corners
.
Only silence greeted these significant moves of his
.
Once he halted to roll and light another cigarette
.
After that his step quickened
.

Madeline watched him, with pride, love, pain, glory combating for a mastery over her
.
This walk of his seemingly took longer than all her hours of awakening, of strife, of remorse, longer than the ride to find him
.
She felt that it would be impossible for her to wait till he reached the end of the road
.
Yet in the hurry and riot of her feelings she had fleeting panics
.
What could she say to him?How meet him? Well she remembered the tall, powerful form now growing close enough to distinguish its dress
.
Stewart's face was yet only a dark gleam
.
Soon she would see it-long before he could know she was there
.
She wanted to run to meet him
.
Nevertheless, she stood rooted to her covert behind the window, living that terrible walk with him to the uttermost thought of home, sister, mother, sweetheart, wife, life itself-every thought that could come to a man stalking to meet his executioners
.
With all that tumult in her mind and heart Madeline still fell prey to the incomprehensible variations of emotion possible to a woman
.
Every step Stewart took thrilled her
.
She had some strange, subtle intuition that he was not unhappy, and that he believed beyond shadow of doubt that he was walking to his death
.
His steps dragged a little, though they had begun to be swift
.
The old, hard, physical, wild nerve of the cowboy was perhaps in conflict with spiritual growth of the finer man, realizing too late that life ought not to be sacrificed
.

Then the dark gleam that was his face took shape, grew sharper and clearer
.
He was stalking now, and there was a suggestion of impatience in his stride
.
It took these hidden Mexicans a long time to kill him!At a point in the middle of the road, even with the corner of a house and opposite to Madeline's position, Stewart halted stock-still
.
He presented a fair, bold mark to his executioners, and he stood there motionless a full moment
.

Only silence greeted him
.
Plain it was to Madeline, and she thought to all who had eyes to see, that to Stewart, since for some reason he had been spared all along his walk, this was the moment when he ought to be mercifully shot
.
But as no shots came a rugged dignity left him for a reckless scorn manifest in the way he strolled, across to the corner of the house, rolled yet another cigarette, and, presenting a broad breast to the window, smoked and waited
.

That wait was almost unendurable for Madeline
.
Perhaps it was only a moment, several moments at the longest, but the time seemed a year
.
Stewart's face was scornful, hard
.
Did he suspect treachery on the part of his captors, that they meant to play with him as a cat with a mouse, to murder him at leisure? Madeline was sure she caught the old, inscrutable, mocking smile fleeting across his lips
.
He held that position for what must have been a reasonable time to his mind, then with a laugh and a shrug he threw the cigarette into the road
.
He shook his head as if at the incomprehensible motives of men who could have no fair reasons now for delay
.

He made a sudden violent action that was more than a straightening of his powerful frame
.
It was the old instinctive violence
.
Then he faced north
.
Madeline read his thought, knew he was thinking of her, calling her a last silent farewell
.
He would serve her to his last breath, leave her free, keep his secret
.
That picture of him, dark-browed, fire-eyed, strangely sad and strong, sank indelibly into Madeline's heart of hearts
.

The next instant he was striding forward, to force by bold and scornful presence a speedy fulfilment of his sentence
.

Madeline stepped into the door, crossed the threshold
.
Stewart staggered as if indeed the bullets he expected had pierced him in mortal wound
.
His dark face turned white
.
His eyes had the rapt stare, the wild fear of a man who saw an apparition, yet who doubted his sight
.
Perhaps he had called to her as the Mexicans called to their Virgin; perhaps he imagined sudden death had come unawares, and this was her image appearing to him in some other life
.

"Who-are-you?" he whispered, hoarsely
.

She tried to lift her hands, failed, tried again, and held them out, trembling
.

"It is I
.
Majesty
.
Your wife!"

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