reckless fiends!' and at each word on went a barrel pierced.But oh, Margaret! the fire fed by the spirits surprised me: it shot up and singed my very hair, it went roaring up the side of the mill, swift as falls the lightning; and I yelled and laughed in my torture and despair, and pierced more barrels and the very tar-barrels, and flung them on.The fire roared like a lion for its prey, and voices answered it inside from the top of the mill, and the feet came thundering down, and I stood as near that awful fire as I could, with uplifted sword to slay and be slain.The bolt was drawn.A tar-barrel caught fire.The door was opened.
What followed? Not the men came out, but the fire rushed in at them like a living death, and the first I thought to fight with was blackened and crumpled on the floor like a leaf.One fearsome yell, and dumb for ever.The feet ran up again, but fewer.I heard them hack with their swords a little way up at the mill's wooden sides; but they had no time to hew their way out: the fire and reek were at their heels, and the smoke burst out at every loophole, and oozed blue in the moonlight through each crevice.Ihobbled back, racked with pain and fury.There were white faces up at my window.They saw me.They cursed me.I cursed them back and shook my naked sword: 'Come down the road I came,' I cried.'But ye must come one by one, and as ye come, ye die upon this steel.'
Some cursed at that, but others wailed.For I had them all at deadly vantage.And doubtless, with my smoke-grimed face and fiendish rage, I looked a demon.And now there was a steady roar inside the mill.The flame was going up it as furnace up its chimney.The mill caught fire.Fire glimmered through it.Tongues of flame darted through each loophole and shot sparks and fiery flakes into the night.One of the assassins leaped on to the sail, as I had done.In his hurry he missed his grasp and fell at my feet, and bounded from the hard ground like a ball, and never spoke, nor moved again.And the rest screamed like women, and with their despair came back to me both ruth for them and hope of life for myself.And the fire gnawed through the mill in placen, and shot forth showers of great flat sparks like flakes of fiery snow;and the sails caught fire one after another; and I became a man again and staggered away terror-stricken, leaning on my sword, from the sight of my revenge, and with great bodily pain crawled back to the road.And, dear Margaret, the rimy trees were now all like pyramids of golden filagree, and lace, cobweb fine, in the red firelight.Oh! most beautiful! And a poor wretch got entangled in the burning sails, and whirled round screaming, and lost hold at the wrong time, and hurled like stone from mangonel high into the air; then a dull thump; it was his carcass striking the earth.
The next moment there was a loud crash.The mill fell in on its destroyer, and a million great sparks flew up, and the sails fell over the burning wreck, and at that a million more sparks flew up, and the ground was strewn with burning wood and men.I prayed God forgive me, and kneeling with my back to that fiery shambles, Isaw lights on the road; a welcome sight.It was a company coming towards me, and scarce two furlongs off.I hobbled towards them.
Ere I had gone far I heard a swift step behind me.I turned.One had escaped; how escaped, who can divine? His sword shone in the moonlight.I feared him.Methought the ghosts of all those dead sat on that glittering glaive.I put my other foot to the ground, maugre the anguish, and fled towards the torches, moaning with pain, and shouting for aid.But what could I do He gained on me.
Behooved me turn and fight.Denys had taught me sword play in sport.I wheeled, our swords clashed.His clothes they smelled all singed.I cut swiftly upward with supple hand, and his dangled bleeding at the wrist, and his sword fell; it tinkled on the ground.I raised my sword to hew him should he stoop for't.He stood and cursed me.He drew his dagger with his left; I opposed my point and dared him with my eye to close.A great shout arose behind me from true men's throats.He started.He spat at me in his rage, then gnashed his teeth and fled blaspheming.I turned and saw torches close at hand.Lo, they fell to dancing up and down methought, and the next-moment-all-was-dark.I had - ah!"Catherine."Here, help! water! Stand aloof, you that be men!"Margaret had fainted away.
