The Adventures of Gerard Chapter 3 - How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear, Part 3

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Section 3 of The Adventures of Gerard. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear, Continued.
My first thought was to establish connection with my neighbor and misfortune. I waited until the steps had died away, and then I cautiously drew aside the two boards and peeped through. The light was very dim, so dim that I could only just discern a figure huddled in the corner, and I could hear the low whisper of a voice which prayed, as one prays who is in deadly fear.
The boards must have made a creaking. There was a sharp exclamation of surprise. Courage, friend, courage! I cried. All is not lost. Keep a stout heart, for Etienne Gerard is by your side. Etienne? It was a woman's voice which spoke, a voice which was always music to my ears. I sprang through the gap, and I flung my arms around her. Lucia, Lucia! I cried. It was Etienne and Lucia for some minutes, for one does not make speeches at moments like that. It was she who came to her senses first. Oh, Etienne, they would kill you. How came you into their hands? In answer to your letter. I wrote no letter. The cunning demons. But you?
I came also in answer to your letter. Lucia, I wrote no letter.
They have trapped us both with the same bait. I care nothing about myself, Lucia. Besides, there is no pressing danger with me. They have simply returned me to my cell.
Oh, Etienne, Etienne! They would kill you. Lorenzo is there. The old grey beard. No, no, a young dark man. He loved me, and I thought I loved him until... Until I learned what love is, Etienne. He will never forgive you. He has a heart of stone.
Let them do what they like. They cannot rob me of the past, Lucia. But you, what about you?
It will be nothing, Etienne. Only a pang for an instant, and then all over. They mean it as a badge of infamy, dear, but I will carry it like a crown of honour, since it was through you that I gained it. Her words froze my blood with horror. All my adventures were insignificant compared to this terrible shadow which was creeping over my soul. Lucia, Lucia, I cried, for pity's sake, tell me what these butchers are about to do. Tell me, Lucia, tell me.
I will not tell you, Etienne, for it would hurt you far more than it would me. Well, well, I will tell you, lest you should fear it was something worse. The President has ordered that my ear be cut off, that I may be marked forever as having loved a Frenchman. Her ear, the dear little ear which I had kissed so often, I put my hand to each little velvet shell to make certain that this sacrilege had not yet been committed. Only over my dead body should they reach them. I swore it to her between my clenched teeth. You must not care, Etienne, and yet I love that you should care all the same. They shall not hurt you, the fiends. I have hopes, Etienne, Lorenzo is there. He was silent while I was judged, but he may have pleaded for me after I was gone.
He did, I heard him. Then he may have softened their hearts.
I knew that it was not so, but how could I bring myself to tell her? I might as well have done so, for with the quick instinct of woman, my silence was speech to her.
They would not listen to him. You need not fear to tell me, dear, for you will find that I am worthy to be loved by such a soldier. Where is Lorenzo now?
He left the hall. Then he may have left the house as well. I believe that he did. He has abandoned me to my fate. Etienne, Etienne, they are coming.
Afar off, I heard those fateful steps and the jingle of distant keys.
What were they coming for now? Since there were no other prisoners to drag to judgment, it could only be to carry out the sentence upon my darling. I stood between her and the door, with the strength of a lion in my limbs. I would tear the house down before they should touch her. Go back, go back, she cried. They will murder you, Etienne. My life at least is safe. For the love you bear me, Etienne, go back. It is nothing. I will make no sound. You will not hear that it is done.
She wrestled with me, this delicate creature, and by main force she dragged me to the opening between the cells. But a sudden thought had crossed my mind. We may yet be saved, I whispered. Do what I tell you at once and without argument. Go into my cell, quick. I pushed her through the gap and helped her to replace the planks. I had retained her cloak in my hands, and with this wrapped around me, I crept into the darkest corner of her cell. There I lay when the door was opened and several men came in. I had reckoned that they would bring no lantern, for they had none with them before. To their eyes I was only a dark blur in the corner. Bring a light, said one of them. No, no, curse it, cried a rough voice, which I knew to be that of the ruffian Matteo. It is not a job that I like, and the more I saw it, the less I should like it. I'm sorry, Signora, but the order of the tribunal has to be obeyed. My impulse was to spring to my feet and to rush through them all, and out by the open door. But how would that help Lucia? Suppose that I got clear away. She would be in their hands until I could come back for help, for single-handed I could not hope to clear away for her. All this flashed through my mind in an instant, and I saw that the only course for me was to lie still, take what came and wait my chance. The fellow's coarse hand felt about among my curls, those curls in which only a woman's fingers had ever wandered. The next instant he gripped my ear and a pain shot through me as if I had been touched with a hot iron. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, and I felt the blood run warm down my neck and back. There, thank heaven that's over, said the fellow, giving me a friendly pat on the head. You are a brave girl, Signora, I'll say that for you, and I only wish you'd have had better taste than to love a Frenchman. You can blame him and not me for what I have done.