The Buccaneer - A Tale
Page 206"You shall not escape me, villain!" exclaimed Sir Willmott, rendered
desperate by his adverse fortunes, and springing towards the
seaman.--"But stay," he added, drawing back, "you," hesitatingly, "you
are honest to your captain: well, there is something you could do for
me, that----" He paused--and the sailor took advantage of the pause to
say,-"A farewell and foul weather to ye, master! Look, if you could make ye'r
whole head into one great diamond, and lay it at my feet, as that
carrion lies at yours, may I die on a sandbank like a dry herring, if
I'd take it to do one of the dirty jobs ye're for ever plotting!"
Oh, what a degrading thing it is to be scoffed at by our superiors! How
prone we are to resent it when our equals meet us with a sneer! But when
under foot, may rail at and scorn us with impunity, how doubly bitter,
how perfectly insupportable must it be! The very ministers of evil
scouted him, and sin and misery thought him too contemptible to deal
with! Burrell gnashed his teeth and struck his temples with his clenched
fist--the room turned round--the bloody head of Jeromio uplifted itself
to his imaginings, and gibbered, and cursed, and muttered, and laughed
at him in fiendish merriment! If Zillah could have seen Burrell at that
moment, she would have pitied and prayed for him: the strong man
trembled as a weak girl in the shiverings of a mortal fever--his heart
shuddered within his bosom--he lost all power of reasoning, and it was
burning brow, that he at all recovered his faculties. He gazed around
the small apartment; but the man was gone. The lodge window that looked
on the road was open, and the knight's first effort was to reach it. The
pure air of heaven, breathing so sweetly upon his pale and agonised
countenance, revived him for the moment, and his energetic mind in a
short space was restrung and wound up to fresh exertion. He resolved to
set some of his own people to watch about the grounds, in case Zillah
should attempt to obtain entrance; and though he felt assured they
would do but little for him, yet he knew they would do much for gold,
and that he resolved they should have in abundance. The marriage once
strong at all times, but never more so than when we are roused from
despair. He turned from the window, and his eye fell on the bloody head
of the traitor Jeromio. He knew that, if the porter saw it, there would
be an outcry and an investigation, which it was absolutely necessary,
under existing circumstances, to avoid; for old Saul was one of those
honest creatures who hold it a duty to tell all truth, and nothing but
truth, to their employers. He therefore wrapped it carefully in the
napkin in which it had been originally enveloped, and then covered it
over with his own kerchief. After another moment of deliberation, he
summoned the old man, and directed him to bear it to the house.