Complete Works of Bram Stoker (355 page)

A little after dark the vessel, showing no light, stole into the creek.  The barrier gates were once again closed, and when a sufficient number of men had arrived to handle the guns, we began to unload.  The actual deportation was easy enough, for the dock had all necessary appliances quite up to date, including a pair of shears for gun-lifting which could be raised into position in a very short time.

The guns were well furnished with tackle of all sorts, and before many hours had passed a little procession of them disappeared into the woods in ghostly silence.  A number of men surrounded each, and they moved as well as if properly supplied with horses.

In the meantime, and for a week after the arrival of the guns, the drilling went on without pause.  The gun-drill was wonderful.  In the arduous work necessary for it the great strength and stamina of the mountaineers showed out wonderfully.  They did not seem to know fatigue any more than they knew fear.

For a week this went on, till a perfect discipline and management was obtained.  They did not practise the shooting, for this would have made secrecy impossible.  It was reported all along the Turkish frontier that the Sultan’s troops were being massed, and though this was not on a war footing, the movement was more or less dangerous.  The reports of our own spies, although vague as to the purpose and extent of the movement, were definite as to something being on foot.  And Turkey does not do something without a purpose that bodes ill to someone.  Certainly the sound of cannon, which is a far-reaching sound, would have given them warning of our preparations, and would so have sadly minimized their effectiveness.

When the cannon had all been disposed of  —  except, of course, those destined for defence of the Castle or to be stored there  —  Rooke went away with the ship and crew.  The ship he was to return to the owners; the men would be shipped on the war-yacht, of whose crew they would form a part.  The rest of them had been carefully selected by Rooke himself, and were kept in secrecy at Cattaro, ready for service the moment required.  They were all good men, and quite capable of whatever work they might be set to.  So Rooke told me, and he ought to know.  The experience of his young days as a private made him an expert in such a job.

RUPERT’S JOURNAL  — 
Continued
.

June
24, 1907.

Last night I got from my Lady a similar message to the last, and delivered in a similar way.  This time, however, our meeting was to be on the leads of the Keep.

I dressed myself very carefully before going on this adventure, lest by any chance of household concern, any of the servants should see me; for if this should happen, Aunt Janet would be sure to hear of it, which would give rise to endless surmises and questionings  —  a thing I was far from desiring.

I confess that in thinking the matter over during the time I was making my hurried preparations I was at a loss to understand how any human body, even though it be of the dead, could go or be conveyed to such a place without some sort of assistance, or, at least, collusion, on the part of some of the inmates.  At the visit to the Flagstaff circumstances were different.  This spot was actually outside the Castle, and in order to reach it I myself had to leave the Castle privately, and from the garden ascend to the ramparts.  But here was no such possibility.  The Keep was an
imperium in imperio
.  It stood within the Castle, though separated from it, and it had its own defences against intrusion.  The roof of it was, so far as I knew, as little approachable as the magazine.

The difficulty did not, however, trouble me beyond a mere passing thought.  In the joy of the coming meeting and the longing rapture at the mere thought of it, all difficulties disappeared.  Love makes its own faith, and I never doubted that my Lady would be waiting for me at the place designated.  When I had passed through the little arched passages, and up the doubly-grated stairways contrived in the massiveness of the walls, I let myself out on the leads.  It was well that as yet the times were sufficiently peaceful not to necessitate guards or sentries at all such points.

There, in a dim corner where the moonlight and the passing clouds threw deep shadows, I saw her, clothed as ever in her shroud.  Why, I know not.  I felt somehow that the situation was even more serious than ever.  But I was steeled to whatever might come.  My mind had been already made up.  To carry out my resolve to win the woman I loved I was ready to face death.  But now, after we had for a few brief moments held each other in our arms, I was willing to accept death  —  or more than death.  Now, more than before, was she sweet and dear to me.  Whatever qualms there might have been at the beginning of our love-making, or during the progress of it, did not now exist.  We had exchanged vows and confidences, and acknowledged our loves.  What, then, could there be of distrust, or even doubt, that the present might not set at naught?  But even had there been such doubts or qualms, they must have disappeared in the ardour of our mutual embrace.  I was by now mad for her, and was content to be so mad.  When she had breath to speak after the strictness of our embrace, she said:

“I have come to warn you to be more than ever careful.”  It was, I confess, a pang to me, who thought only of love, to hear that anything else should have been the initiative power of her coming, even though it had been her concern for my own safety.  I could not but notice the bitter note of chagrin in my voice as I answered:

“It was for love’s sake that
I
came.”  She, too, evidently felt the undercurrent of pain, for she said quickly:

“Ah, dearest, I, too, came for love’s sake.  It is because I love you that I am so anxious about you.  What would the world  —  ay, or heaven  —  be to me without you?”

There was such earnest truth in her tone that the sense and realization of my own harshness smote me.  In the presence of such love as this even a lover’s selfishness must become abashed.  I could not express myself in words, so simply raised her slim hand in mine and kissed it.  As it lay warm in my own I could not but notice, as well as its fineness, its strength and the firmness of its clasp.  Its warmth and fervour struck into my heart  —  and my brain.  Thereupon I poured out to her once more my love for her, she listening all afire.  When passion had had its say, the calmer emotions had opportunity of expression.  When I was satisfied afresh of her affection, I began to value her care for my safety, and so I went back to the subject.  Her very insistence, based on personal affection, gave me more solid ground for fear.  In the moment of love transports I had forgotten, or did not think, of what wonderful power or knowledge she must have to be able to move in such strange ways as she did.  Why, at this very moment she was within my own gates.  Locks and bars, even the very seal of death itself, seemed unable to make for her a prison-house.  With such freedom of action and movement, going when she would into secret places, what might she not know that was known to others?  How could anyone keep secret from such an one even an ill intent?  Such thoughts, such surmises, had often flashed through my mind in moments of excitement rather than of reflection, but never long enough to become fixed into belief.  But yet the consequences, the convictions, of them were with me, though unconsciously, though the thoughts themselves were perhaps forgotten or withered before development.

“And you?” I asked her earnestly.  “What about danger to you?”  She smiled, her little pearl-white teeth gleaming in the moonlight, as she spoke:

“There is no danger for me.  I am safe.  I am the safest person, perhaps the only safe person, in all this land.”  The full significance of her words did not seem to come to me all at once.  Some base for understanding such an assertion seemed to be wanting.  It was not that I did not trust or believe her, but that I thought she might be mistaken.  I wanted to reassure myself, so in my distress I asked unthinkingly:

“How the safest?  What is your protection?”  For several moments that spun themselves out endlessly she looked me straight in the face, the stars in her eyes seeming to glow like fire; then, lowering her head, she took a fold of her shroud and held it up to me.

“This!”

The meaning was complete and understandable now.  I could not speak at once for the wave of emotion which choked me.  I dropped on my knees, and taking her in my arms, held her close to me.  She saw that I was moved, and tenderly stroked my hair, and with delicate touch pressed down my head on her bosom, as a mother might have done to comfort a frightened child.

Presently we got back to the realities of life again.  I murmured:

“Your safety, your life, your happiness are all-in-all to me.  When will you let them be my care?”  She trembled in my arms, nestling even closer to me.  Her own arms seemed to quiver with delight as she said:

“Would you indeed like me to be always with you?  To me it would be a happiness unspeakable; and to you, what would it be?”

I thought that she wished to hear me speak my love to her, and that, woman-like, she had led me to the utterance, and so I spoke again of the passion that now raged in me, she listening eagerly as we strained each other tight in our arms.  At last there came a pause, a long, long pause, and our hearts beat consciously in unison as we stood together.  Presently she said in a sweet, low, intense whisper, as soft as the sighing of summer wind:

“It shall be as you wish; but oh, my dear, you will have to first go through an ordeal which may try you terribly!  Do not ask me anything!  You must not ask, because I may not answer, and it would be pain to me to deny you anything.  Marriage with such an one as I am has its own ritual, which may not be foregone.  It may . . . ”  I broke passionately into her speaking:

“There is no ritual that I fear, so long as it be that it is for your good, and your lasting happiness.  And if the end of it be that I may call you mine, there is no horror in life or death that I shall not gladly face.  Dear, I ask you nothing.  I am content to leave myself in your hands.  You shall advise me when the time comes, and I shall be satisfied, content to obey.  Content!  It is but a poor word to express what I long for!  I shall shirk nothing which may come to me from this or any other world, so long as it is to make you mine!”  Once again her murmured happiness was music to my ears:

“Oh, how you love me! how you love me, dear, dear!”  She took me in her arms, and for a few seconds we hung together.  Suddenly she tore herself apart from me, and stood drawn up to the full height, with a dignity I cannot describe or express.  Her voice had a new dominance, as with firm utterance and in staccato manner she said:

“Rupert Sent Leger, before we go a step further I must say something to you, ask you something, and I charge you, on your most sacred honour and belief, to answer me truly.  Do you believe me to be one of those unhappy beings who may not die, but have to live in shameful existence between earth and the nether world, and whose hellish mission is to destroy, body and soul, those who love them till they fall to their level?  You are a gentleman, and a brave one.  I have found you fearless.  Answer me in sternest truth, no matter what the issue may be!”

She stood there in the glamorous moonlight with a commanding dignity which seemed more than human.  In that mystic light her white shroud seemed diaphanous, and she appeared like a spirit of power.  What was I to say?  How could I admit to such a being that I had actually had at moments, if not a belief, a passing doubt?  It was a conviction with me that if I spoke wrongly I should lose her for ever.  I was in a desperate strait.  In such a case there is but one solid ground which one may rest on  —  the Truth.

I really felt I was between the devil and the deep sea.  There was no avoiding the issue, and so, out of this all-embracing, all-compelling conviction of truth, I spoke.

For a fleeting moment I felt that my tone was truculent, and almost hesitated; but as I saw no anger or indignation on my Lady’s face, but rather an eager approval, I was reassured.  A woman, after all, is glad to see a man strong, for all belief in him must be based on that.

“I shall speak the truth.  Remember that I have no wish to hurt your feelings, but as you conjure me by my honour, you must forgive me if I pain.  It is true that I had at first  —  ay, and later, when I came to think matters over after you had gone, when reason came to the aid of impression  —  a passing belief that you are a Vampire.  How can I fail to have, even now, though I love you with all my soul, though I have held you in my arms and kissed you on the mouth, a doubt, when all the evidences seem to point to one thing?  Remember that I have only seen you at night, except that bitter moment when, in the broad noonday of the upper world, I saw you, clad as ever in a shroud, lying seemingly dead in a tomb in the crypt of St. Sava’s Church . . . But let that pass.  Such belief as I have is all in you.  Be you woman or Vampire, it is all the same to me.  It is
you
whom I love!  Should it be that you are  —  you are not woman, which I cannot believe, then it will be my glory to break your fetters, to open your prison, and set you free.  To that I consecrate my life.”  For a few seconds I stood silent, vibrating with the passion which had been awakened in me.  She had by now lost the measure of her haughty isolation, and had softened into womanhood again.  It was really like a realization of the old theme of Pygmalion’s statue.  It was with rather a pleading than a commanding voice that she said:

“And shall you always be true to me?”

“Always  —  so help me, God!” I answered, and I felt that there could be no lack of conviction in my voice.

Indeed, there was no cause for such lack.  She also stood for a little while stone-still, and I was beginning to expand to the rapture which was in store for me when she should take me again in her arms.

But there was no such moment of softness.  All at once she started as if she had suddenly wakened from a dream, and on the spur of the moment said:

“Now go, go!”  I felt the conviction of necessity to obey, and turned at once.  As I moved towards the door by which I had entered, I asked: