the jacket (the star-rover)- 第16部分

〃Why　did　you　not　tell　me　before？〃　I　demanded　angrily。



〃What　did　it　matter？〃　Pons　shrugged　his　shoulders。　　〃Has　he　not　been

waiting　two　hours　as　it　is？〃



〃Why　didn't　you　call　me？〃



He　regarded　me　with　a　thoughtful；　censorious　eye。



〃And　you　rolling　to　bed　and　shouting　like　chanticleer；　'Sing　cucu；

sing　cucu；　cucu　nu　nu　cucu；　sing　cucu；　sing　cucu；　sing　cucu；　sing

cucu。'〃



He　mocked　me　with　the　senseless　refrain　in　an　ear…jangling　falsetto。

Without　doubt　I　had　bawled　the　nonsense　out　on　my　way　to　bed。



〃You　have　a　good　memory；〃　I　commented　drily；　as　I　essayed　a　moment

to　drape　my　shoulders　with　the　new　sable　cloak　ere　I　tossed　it　to

Pons　to　put　aside。　　He　shook　his　head　sourly。



〃No　need　of　memory　when　you　roared　it　over　and　over　for　the

thousandth　time　till　half　the　inn　was　a…knock　at　the　door　to　spit

you　for　the　sleep…killer　you　were。　　And　when　I　had　you　decently　in

the　bed；　did　you　not　call　me　to　you　and　command；　if　the　devil

called；　to　tell　him　my　lady　slept？　　And　did　you　not　call　me　back

again；　and；　with　a　grip　on　my　arm　that　leaves　it　bruised　and　black

this　day；　command　me；　as　I　loved　life；　fat　meat；　and　the　warm　fire；

to　call　you　not　of　the　morning　save　for　one　thing？〃



〃Which　was？〃　I　prompted；　unable　for　the　life　of　me　to　guess　what　I

could　have　said。



〃Which　was　the　heart　of　one；　a　black　buzzard；　you　said；　by　name

Martinelliwhoever　he　may　befor　the　heart　of　Martinelli　smoking

on　a　gold　platter。　　The　platter　must　be　gold；　you　said；　and　you　said

I　must　call　you　by　singing；　'Sing　cucu；　sing　cucu；　sing　cucu。'

Whereat　you　began　to　teach　me　how　to　sing；　'Sing　cucu；　sing　cucu；

sing　cucu。'〃



And　when　Pons　had　said　the　name；　I　knew　it　at　once　for　the　priest；

Martinelli；　who　had　been　knocking　his　heels　two　mortal　hours　in　the

room　without。



When　Martinelli　was　permitted　to　enter　and　as　he　saluted　me　by　title

and　name；　I　knew　at　once　my　name　and　all　of　it。　　I　was　Count

Guillaume　de　Sainte…Maure。　　（You　see；　only　could　I　know　then；　and

remember　afterward；　what　was　in　my　conscious　mind。）



The　priest　was　Italian；　dark　and　small；　lean　as　with　fasting　or　with

a　wasting　hunger　not　of　this　world；　and　his　hands　were　as　small　and

slender　as　a　woman's。　　But　his　eyes！　　They　were　cunning　and

trustless；　narrow…slitted　and　heavy…lidded；　at　one　and　the　same　time

as　sharp　as　a　ferret's　and　as　indolent　as　a　basking　lizard's。



〃There　has　been　much　delay；　Count　de　Sainte…Maure；〃　he　began

promptly；　when　Pons　had　left　the　room　at　a　glance　from　me。　　〃He　whom

I　serve　grows　impatient。〃



〃Change　your　tune；　priest；〃　I　broke　in　angrily。　　〃Remember；　you　are

not　now　in　Rome。〃



〃My　august　master〃　he　began。



〃Rules　augustly　in　Rome；　mayhap；〃　I　again　interrupted。　　〃This　is

France。〃



Martinelli　shrugged　his　shoulders　meekly　and　patiently；　but　his

eyes；　gleaming　like　a　basilisk's；　gave　his　shoulders　the　lie。



〃My　august　master　has　some　concern　with　the　doings　of　France；〃　he

said　quietly。　　〃The　lady　is　not　for　you。　　My　master　has　other　plans。

。　。〃　　He　moistened　his　thin　lips　with　his　tongue。　　〃Other　plans　for

the　lady　。　。　。　and　for　you。〃



Of　course；　by　the　lady　I　knew　he　referred　to　the　great　Duchess

Philippa；　widow　of　Geoffrey；　last　Duke　of　Aquitaine。　　But　great

duchess；　widow；　and　all；　Philippa　was　a　woman；　and　young；　and　gay；

and　beautiful；　and；　by　my　faith；　fashioned　for　me。



〃What　are　his　plans？〃　I　demanded　bluntly。



〃They　are　deep　and　wide；　Count　Sainte…Mauretoo　deep　and　wide　for

me　to　presume　to　imagine；　much　less　know　or　discuss　with　you　or　any

man。〃



〃Oh；　I　know　big　things　are　afoot　and　slimy　worms　squirming

underground；〃　I　said。



〃They　told　me　you　were　stubborn…necked；　but　I　have　obeyed　commands。〃



Martinelli　arose　to　leave；　and　I　arose　with　him。



〃I　said　it　was　useless；〃　he　went　on。　　〃But　the　last　chance　to　change

your　mind　was　accorded　you。　　My　august　master　deals　more　fairly　than

fair。〃



〃Oh；　well；　I'll　think　the　matter　over；〃　I　said　airily；　as　I　bowed

the　priest　to　the　door。



He　stopped　abruptly　at　the　threshold。



〃The　time　for　thinking　is　past；〃　he　said。　　〃It　is　decision　I　came

for。〃



〃I　will　think　the　matter　over；〃　I　repeated；　then　added；　as

afterthought：　　〃If　the　lady's　plans　do　not　accord　with　mine；　then

mayhap　the　plans　of　your　master　may　fruit　as　he　desires。　　For

remember；　priest；　he　is　no　master　of　mine。〃



〃You　do　not　know　my　master；〃　he　said　solemnly。



〃Nor　do　I　wish　to　know　him；〃　I　retorted。



And　I　listened　to　the　lithe；　light　step　of　the　little　intriguing

priest　go　down　the　creaking　stairs。



Did　I　go　into　the　minutiae　of　detail　of　all　that　I　saw　this　half　a

day　and　half　a　night　that　I　was　Count　Guillaume　de　Sainte…Maure；　not

ten　books　the　size　of　this　I　am　writing　could　contain　the　totality

of　the　matter。　　Much　I　shall　skip；　in　fact；　I　shall　skip　almost　all；

for　never　yet　have　I　heard　of　a　condemned　man　being　reprieved　in

order　that　he　might　complete　his　memoirsat　least；　not　in

California。



When　I　rode　out　in　Paris　that　day　it　was　the　Paris　of　centuries

agone。　　The　narrow　streets　were　an　unsanitary　scandal　of　filth　and

slime。　　But　I　must　skip。　　And　skip　I　shall；　all　of　the　afternoon's

events；　all　of　the　ride　outside　the　walls；　of　the　grand　fete　given

by　Hugh　de　Meung；　of　the　feasting　and　the　drinking　in　which　I　took

little　part。　　Only　of　the　end　of　the　adventure　will　I　write；　which

begins　with　where　I　stood　jesting　with　Philippa　herselfah；　dear

God；　she　was　wondrous　beautiful。　　A　great　ladyay；　but　before　that；

and　after　that；　and　always；　a　woman。



We　laughed　and　jested　lightly　enough；　as　about　us　jostled　the　merry

throng；　but　under　our　jesting　was　the　deep　earnestness　of　man　and

woman　well　advanced　across　the　threshold　of　love　and　yet　not　too

sure　each　of　the　other。　　I　shall　not　describe　her。　　She　was　small；

exquisitely　slenderbut　there；　I　am　describing　her。　　In　brief；　she

was　the　one　woman　in　the　world　for　me；　and　little　I　recked　the　long

arm　of　that　gray　old　man　in　Rome　could　reach　out　half　across　Europe

between　my　woman　and　me。



And　the　Italian；　Fortini；　leaned　to　my　shoulder　and　whispered：



〃One　who　desires　to　speak。〃



〃One　who　must　wait　my　pleasure；〃　I　answered　shortly。



〃I　wait　no　man's　pleasure；〃　was　his　equally　short　reply。



And；　while　my　blood　boiled；　I　remembered　the　priest；　Martinelli；　and

the　gray　old　man　at　Rome。　　The　thing　was　clear。　　It　was　deliberate。

It　was　the　long　arm。　　Fortini　smiled　lazily　at　me　while　I　thus

paused　for　the　moment　to　debate；　but　in　his　smile　was　the　essence　of

all　insolence。



This；　of　all　times；　was　the　time　I　should　have　been　cool。　　But　the

old　red　anger　began　to　kindle　in　me。　　This　was　the　work　of　the

priest。　　This　was　the　Fortini；　poverished　of　all　save　lineage；

reckoned　the　best　sword　come　up　out　of　Italy　in　half　a　score　of

years。　　To…night　it　was　Fortini。　　If　he　failed　the　gray　old　man's

command　to…morrow　it　would　be　another　sword；　the　next　day　another。

And；　perchance　still　failing；　then　might　I　expect　the　common　bravo's

steel　in　my　back　or　the　common　poisoner's　philter　in　my　wine；　my

meat；　or　bread。



〃I　am　busy；〃　I　said。　　〃Begone。〃



〃My　business　with　you　presses；〃　was　his　reply。



Insensibly　our　voices　had　slightly　risen；　so　that　Philippa　heard。



〃Begone；　you　Italian　hound；〃　I　said。　　〃Take　your　howling　from　my

door。　　I　shall　attend　to　you　presently。〃



〃The　moon　is　up；〃　he　said。　　〃The　grass　is　dry　and　excellent。　　There

is　no　dew。　　Beyond　the　fish…pond；　an　arrow's　flight　to　the　left；　is

an　open　space；　quiet　and　private。〃



〃Presently　you　shall　have　your　desire；〃　I　muttered　impatiently。



But　still　he　persisted　in　waiting　at　my　shoulder。



〃Presently；〃　I　said。　　〃Presently　I　shall　attend　to　you。〃



Then　spoke　Philippa；　in　all　the　daring　spirit　and　the　iron　of　her。



〃Satisfy　the　gentleman's　desire；　Sainte…Maure。　　Attend　to　him　now。

And　good　fortune　go　with　you。〃　　She　paused　to　beckon　to　her　her

uncle；　Jean　de　Joinville；　who　was　passinguncle　on　her　mother's

side；　of　the　de　Joinvilles　of　Anjou。　　〃Good　fortune　go　with　you；〃

she　repeated；　and　then　leaned　to　me　so　that　she　could　whisper：　　〃And

my　heart　goes　with　you；　Sainte…Maure。　　Do　not　be　long。　　I　shall

await　you　in　the　big　hall。〃



I　was　in　the　seventh　heaven。　　I　trod　on　air。　　It　was　the　first　frank

admittance　of　her　love。　　And　with　such　benediction　I　was　made　so

strong　that　I　knew　I　could　kill　a　score　of　Fortinis　and　snap　my

fingers　at　a　score　of　gray　old　men　in　Rome。



Jean　de　Joinville　bore　Philippa　away　in　the　press；　and　Fortini　and　I

settled　our　arrangements　in　a　trice。　　We　separatedhe　to　find　a

friend　or　so；　and　I　to　find　a　friend　or　so；　and　all　to　meet　at　the

appointed　place　beyond　the　fish…pond。



First　I　found　Robert　Lanfranc；　and；　next；　Henry　Bohemond。　　But

before　I　found　them　I　encountered　a　windlestraw　which　showed　which

way　blew　the　wind　and　gave　promise　of　a　very　gale。　　I　knew　the

windlestraw；　Guy　de　Villehardouin；　a　raw　young　provincial；　come　up

the　first　time　to　Court；　but　a　fiery　little　cockerel　for　all　of

that。　　He　was　red…haired。　　His　blue　eyes；　small　and　pinched　close　to

ether；　were　likewise　red；　at　least　in　the　whites　of　them；　and　his

skin；　of　the　sort　that　goes　with　such　types；　was　red　and　freckled。

He　had　quite　a　parboiled　appearance。



As　I　passed　him　by　a　sudden　movement　he　jostled　me。　　Oh；　of　course；

the　thing　was　deliberate。　　And　he　flamed　at　me　while　his　hand

dropped　to　his　rapier。



〃Faith；〃　thought　I；　〃the　gray　old　man　has　many　and　strange　tools；〃

while　to　the　cockerel　I　bowed　and　murmured；　〃Your　pardon　for　my

clumsiness。　　The　fault　was　mine。　　Your　pardon；　Villehardouin。〃



But　he　was　not　to　be　appeased　thus　easily。　　And　while　he　fumed　and

strutted　I　glimpsed　Robert　Lanfranc；　beckoned　him　to　us；　and

explained　the　happening。



〃Sainte…Maure　has　accorded　you　satisfaction；〃　was　his　ju