The men rising and falling listlessly in their saddles maddened me.Though I could not hope to come upon any trace of our quarry for many hours,perhaps for days,I scanned the long,flat heaths unceasingly,searched every marshy bottom before we descended into it,and panted for the moment when the next low ridge should expose to our view a fresh track of wood and waste.The rosy visions of the past night,and those fancies in particular which had made the dawn memorable,recurred to me,as his deeds in the body (so men say)to a hopeless drowning wretch.I grew to think of nothing but Bruhl and revenge.Even the absurd care with which Simon avoided the neighbourhood of Fanchette,riding anywhere so long as he might ride at a distance from the angry woman's tongue and hand--which provoked many a laugh from the men,and came to be the joke of the company--failed to draw a smile from me.
We passed through Contres,four leagues from Blois,an hour after noon,and three hours later crossed the Cher at Selles,where we stayed awhile to bait our horses.Here we had news of the party before us,and henceforth had little doubt that Bruhl was ****** for the Limousin;a district in which he might rest secure under the protection of Turenne,and safely defy alike the King of France and the King of Navarre.The greater the necessity,it was plain,for speed;but the roads in that neighbourhood,and forward as far as Valancy,proved heavy and,foundrous,and it was all we could do to reach Levroux with jaded horses three hours after sunset.The probability that Bruhl would lie at Chateauroux,five leagues farther on--for I could not conceive that under the circumstances he would spare the women--would have led me to push forward had it been possible;but the darkness and the difficulty of finding a guide who would venture deterred me from the hopeless attempt,and we stayed the night where we were.
Here we first heard of the plague;which was said to be ravaging Chateauroux and all the country farther south.The landlord of the inn would have regaled us with many stories of it,and particularly of the swiftness with which men and even cattle succumbed to its attacks.But we had other things to think of,and between anxiety and weariness had clean forgotten the matter when we rose next morning.
We started shortly after daybreak,and for three leagues pressed on at tolerable speed.Then,for no reason stated,our guide gave us the slip as we passed through a wood,and was seen no more.We lost the road,and had to retrace our steps.We strayed into a slough,and extracted ourselves with difficulty.
The man who was riding the bay I had purchased forgot the secret which I had imparted to him,and got an ugly fall.In fine,after all these mishaps it wanted little of noon,and less to exhaust our patience,when at length we came in sight of Chateauroux.
Before entering the town we had still an adventure;for we came at a turn in the road on a scene as surprising as it was at first inexplicable.A little north of the town,in a coppice of box facing the south and west,we happed suddenly on a rude encampment,consisting of a dozen huts and booths,set back from the road and formed,some of branches of evergreen trees laid.
clumsily together,and some of sacking stretched over poles.Anumber of men and women of decent appearance lay on the short grass before the booths,idly sunning themselves;or moved about,cooking and tending fires,while a score of children raced to and fro with noisy shouts and laughter.The appearance of our party on the scene caused an instant panic.The women and children fled screaming into the wood,spreading the sound of breaking branches farther and farther as they retreated;while the men,a miserable pale-faced set,drew together,and seeming half-inclined to fly also,regarded us with glances of fear and suspicion.
Remarking that their appearance and dress were not those of vagrants,while the booths seemed to indicate little skill or experience in the builders,I bade my companions halt,and advanced alone.
'What is the meaning of this,my men?'I said,addressing the first group I reached.'You seem to have come a-Maying before the time.Whence are you?'
'From Chateauroux,'the foremost answered sullenly.His dress,now I saw him nearer,seemed to be that of a respectable townsman.
'Why?'I replied.'Have you no homes?'
'Ay,we have homes,'he answered with the same brevity.
'Then why,in God's name,are you here?'I retorted,marking the gloomy air and downcast faces of the group.'Have you been harried?'
'Ay,harried by the Plague!'he answered bitterly.'Do you mean to say you have not heard?In Chateauroux there is one man dead in three.Take my advice,sir--you are a brave company--turn,and go home again.'
'Is it as bad as that?'I exclaimed.I had forgotten the landlord's gossip,and the explanation struck me with the force of surprise.
'Ay,is it!Do you see the blue haze?'he continued,pointing with a sudden gesture to the lower ground before us,over which a light pall of summery vapour hung still and motionless.'Do you see it?Well,under that there is death!You may find food in Chateauroux,and stalls for your horses,and a man to take money;for there are still men there.But cross the Indre,and you will see sights worse than a battle-field a week old!You will find no living soul in house or stable or church,but corpses plenty.
The land is cursed!cursed for heresy,some say!Half are dead,and half are fled to the woods!And if you do not die of the plague,you will starve.'
