The strange glance of hatred the burgomaster had cast on Gerard, coupled with his imprisonment, had filled the young man with a persuasion that Ghysbrecht was his enemy to the death, and he glided round the angle of the tower, fully expecting to see no supernatural appearance, but some cruel and treacherous contrivance of a bad man to do him a mischief in that prison, his escape from which could hardly be known.
As he stole forth, a soft but brave hand crept into his; and Margaret was by his side, to share this new peril.
No sooner was the haunted tower visible, than a sight struck their eyes that benumbed them as they stood.More than halfway up the tower, a creature with a fiery head, like an enormous glowworm, was steadily mounting the wall: the body was dark, but its outline visible through the glare from the head, and the whole creature not much less than four feet long.
At the foot of the tower stood a thing in white, that looked exactly like the figure of a female.Gerard and Margaret palpitated with awe.
"The rope! the rope! It is going up the rope," gasped Gerard.
As they gazed, the glowworm disappeared in Gerard's late prison, but its light illuminated the cell inside and reddened the window.
The white figure stood motionless below.
Such as can retain their senses after the first prostrating effect of the supernatural are apt to experience terror in one of its strangest forms, a wild desire to fling themselves upon the terrible object.It fascinates them as the snake the bird.The great tragedian Macready used to render this finely in Macbeth, at Banquo's second appearance.He flung himself with averted head at the horrible shadow.This strange impulse now seized Margaret.She put down Gerard's hand quietly, and stood bewildered; then, all in a moment, with a wild cry, darted towards the spectre.Gerard, not aware of the natural impulse I have spoken of, never doubted the evil one was drawing her to her perdition.He fell on his knees.
"Exorcizo vos.In nomine beatae Mariae, exorcizo vos."While the exorcist was shrieking his incantations in extremity of terror, to his infinite relief he heard the spectre utter a feeble cry of fear.To find that hell had also its little weaknesses was encouraging.He redoubled his exorcisms, and presently he saw the ghastly shape kneeling at Margaret's knees, and heard it praying piteously for mercy.
Kate and Giles soon reached the haunted tower.Judge their surprise when they found a new rope dangling from the prisoner's window to the ground.
"I see how it is," said the inferior intelligence, taking facts as they came."Our Gerard has come down this rope.He has got clear.
Up I go, and see."
"No, Giles, no!" said the superior intelligence, blinded by prejudice."See you not this is glamour? This rope is a line the evil one casts out to wile thee to destruction.He knows the weaknesses of all our hearts; he has seen how fond you are of going up things.Where should our Gerard procure a rope? how fasten it in the sky like this? It is not in nature.Holy saints protect us this night, for hell is abroad.""Stuff!" said the dwarf; "the way to hell is down, and this rope leads up.I never had the luck to go up such a long rope.It may be years ere I fall in with such a long rope all ready for me.As well be knocked on the head at once as never know happiness."And he sprung on to the rope with a cry of delight.as a cat jumps with a mew on to a table where fish is.All the gymnast was on fire; and the only concession Kate could gain from him was permission to fasten the lantern on his neck first.
"A light scares the ill spirits," said she.
And so, with his huge arms, and his legs like feathers, Giles went up the rope faster than his brother came down it.The light at the nape of his neck made a glowworm of him.His sister watched his progress, with trembling anxiety.Suddenly a female figure started out of the solid masonry.and came flying at her with more than mortal velocity.
Kate uttered a feeble cry.It was all she could, for her tongue clove to her palate with terror.Then she dropped her crutches, and sank upon her knees, hiding her face and moaning:
"Take my body, but spare my soul!"
Margaret (panting)."Why, it is a woman!"Kate (quivering)."Why, it is a woman!"
Margaret."How you scared me!"
