the jacket (the star-rover)-第20节
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there are three of them and three of us; why not settle it at the
one time?〃
〃Yes; yes;〃 was Lanfranc's eager cry。 〃Do you take de Goncourt。 De
Villehardouin for mine。〃
But I waved my good friends back。
〃They are here by command;〃 I explained。 〃It is I they desire so
strongly that by my faith I have caught the contagion of their
desire; so that now I want them and will have them for myself。〃
I had observed that Pasquini fretted at my delay of speech…making;
and I resolved to fret him further。
〃You; Pasquini;〃 I announced; 〃I shall settle with in short account。
I would not that you tarried while Fortini waits your companionship。
You; Raoul de Goncourt; I shall punish as you deserve for being in
such bad company。 You are getting fat and wheezy。 I shall take my
time with you until your fat melts and your lungs pant and wheeze
like leaky bellows。 You; de Villehardouin; I have not decided in
what manner I shall kill。〃
And then I saluted Pasquini; and we were at it。 Oh; I was minded to
be rarely devilish this night。 Quick and brilliantthat was the
thing。 Nor was I unmindful of that deceptive moonlight。 As with
Fortini would I settle with him if he dared the time attack。 If he
did not; and quickly; then I would dare it。
Despite the fret I had put him in; he was cautious。 Nevertheless I
compelled the play to be rapid; and in the dim light; depending less
than usual on sight and more than usual on feel; our blades were in
continual touch。
Barely was the first minute of play past when I did the trick。 I
feigned a slight slip of the foot; and; in the recovery; feigned
loss of touch with Pasquini's blade。 He thrust tentatively; and
again I feigned; this time making a needlessly wide parry。 The
consequent exposure of myself was the bait I had purposely dangled
to draw him on。 And draw him on I did。 Like a flash he took
advantage of what he deemed an involuntary exposure。 Straight and
true was his thrust; and all his will and body were heartily in the
weight of the lunge he made。 And all had been feigned on my part
and I was ready for him。 Just lightly did my steel meet his as our
blades slithered。 And just firmly enough and no more did my wrist
twist and deflect his blade on my basket hilt。 Oh; such a slight
deflection; a matter of inches; just barely sufficient to send his
point past me so that it pierced a fold of my satin doublet in
passing。 Of course; his body followed his rapier in the lunge;
while; heart…high; right side; my rapier point met his body。 And my
outstretched arm was stiff and straight as the steel into which it
elongated; and behind the arm and the steel my body was braced and
solid。
Heart…high; I say; my rapier entered Pasquini's side on the right;
but it did not emerge; on the left; for; well…nigh through him; it
met a rib (oh; man…killing is butcher's work!) with such a will that
the forcing overbalanced him; so that he fell part backward and part
sidewise to the ground。 And even as he fell; and ere he struck;
with jerk and wrench I cleared my weapon of him。
De Goncourt was to him; but he waved de Goncourt to attend on me。
Not so swiftly as Fortini did Pasquini pass。 He coughed and spat;
and; helped by de Villehardouin; propped his elbow under him; rested
his head on hand; and coughed and spat again。
〃A pleasant journey; Pasquini;〃 I laughed to him in my red anger。
〃Pray hasten; for the grass where you lie is become suddenly wet and
if you linger you will catch your death of cold。〃
When I made immediately to begin with de Goncourt; Bohemond
protested that I should rest a space。
〃Nay;〃 I said。 〃I have not properly warmed up。〃 And to de
Goncourt; 〃Now will we have you dance and wheezeSalute!〃
De Goncourt's heart was not in the work。 It was patent that he
fought under the compulsion of command。 His play was old…fashioned;
as any middle…aged man's is apt to be; but he was not an indifferent
swordsman。 He was cool; determined; dogged。 But he was not
brilliant; and he was oppressed with foreknowledge of defeat。 A
score of times; by quick and brilliant; he was mine。 But I
refrained。 I have said that I was devilish…minded。 Indeed I was。
I wore him down。 I backed him away from the moon so that he could
see little of me because I fought in my own shadow。 And while I
wore him down until he began to wheeze as I had predicted; Pasquini;
head on hand and watching; coughed and spat out his life。
〃Now; de Goncourt;〃 I announced finally。 〃You see I have you quite
helpless。 You are mine in any of a dozen ways。 Be ready; brace
yourself; for this is the way I will。〃
And; so saying; I merely went from carte to tierce; and as he
recovered wildly and parried widely I returned to carte; took the
opening; and drove home heart…high and through and through。 And at
sight of the conclusion Pasquini let go his hold on life; buried his
face in the grass; quivered a moment; and lay still。
〃Your master will be four servants short this night;〃 I assured de
Villehardouin; in the moment just ere we engaged。
And such an engagement! The boy was ridiculous。 In what bucolic
school of fence he had been taught was beyond imagining。 He was
downright clownish。 〃Short work and simple〃 was my judgment; while
his red hair seemed a…bristle with very rage and while he pressed me
like a madman。
Alas! It was his clownishness that undid me。 When I had played
with him and laughed at him for a handful of seconds for the clumsy
boor he was; he became so angered that he forgot the worse than
little fence he knew。 With an arm…wide sweep of his rapier; as
though it bore heft and a cutting edge; he whistled it through the
air and rapped it down on my crown。 I was in amaze。 Never had so
absurd a thing happened to me。 He was wide open; and I could have
run him through forthright。 But; as I said; I was in amaze; and the
next I knew was the pang of the entering steel as this clumsy
provincial ran me through and charged forward; bull…like; till his
hilt bruised my side and I was borne backward。
As I fell I could see the concern on the faces of Lanfranc and
Bohemond and the glut of satisfaction in the face of de
Villehardouin as he pressed me。
I was falling; but I never reached the grass。 Came a blurr of
flashing lights; a thunder in my ears; a darkness; a glimmering of
dim light slowly dawning; a wrenching; racking pain beyond all
describing; and then I heard the voice of one who said:
〃I can't feel anything。〃
I knew the voice。 It was Warden Atherton's。 And I knew myself for
Darrell Standing; just returned across the centuries to the jacket
hell of San Quentin。 And I knew the touch of finger…tips on my neck
was Warden Atherton's。 And I knew the finger…tips that displaced
his were Doctor Jackson's。 And it was Doctor Jackson's voice that
said:
〃You don't know how to take a man's pulse from the neck。 There
right thereput your fingers where mine are。 D'ye get it? Ah; I
thought so。 Heart weak; but steady as a chronometer。〃
〃It's only twenty…four hours;〃 Captain Jamie said; 〃and he was never
in like condition before。〃
〃Putting it on; that's what he's doing; and you can stack on that;〃
Al Hutchins; the head trusty; interjected。
〃I don't know;〃 Captain Jamie insisted。 〃When a man's pulse is that
low it takes an expert to find it〃
〃Aw; I served my apprenticeship in the jacket;〃 Al Hutchins sneered。
〃And I've made you unlace me; Captain; when you thought I was
croaking; and it was all I could do to keep from snickering in your
face。〃
〃What do you think; Doc?〃 Warden Atherton asked。
〃I tell you the heart action is splendid;〃 was the answer。 〃Of
course it is weak。 That is only to be expected。 I tell you
Hutchins is right。 The man is feigning。〃
With his thumb he turned up one of my eyelids; whereat I opened my
other eye and gazed up at the group bending over me。
〃What did I tell you?〃 was Doctor Jackson's cry of triumph。
And then; although it seemed the effort must crack my face; I
summoned all the will of me and smiled。
They held water to my lips; and I drank greedily。 It must be
remembered that all this while I lay helpless on my back; my arms
pinioned along with my body inside the jacket。 When they offered me
fooddry prison breadI shook my head。 I closed my eyes in
advertisement that I was tired of their presence。 The pain of my
partial resuscitation was unbearable。 I could feel my body coming
to life。 Down the cords of my neck and into my patch of chest over
the heart darting pains were making their way。 And in my brain the
memory was strong that Philippa waited me in the big hall; and I was
desirous to escape away back to the half a day and half a night I
had just lived in old France。
So it was; even as they stood about me; that I strove to eliminate
the