第 13 节
作者:精灵王      更新:2024-12-10 17:43      字数:9322
  yards; so that we both rolled together on the ground。  As soon as
  he could breathe he cursed me beyond belief; wept over his finger;
  which he had broken; and cursed me again。  I bade him be still and
  think shame of himself to be so great a cry…baby。  Did he not hear
  the round going by above? I asked; and who could tell but what the
  noise of his fall was already remarked; and the sentinels at the
  very moment leaning upon the battlements to listen?
  The round; however; went by; and nothing was discovered; the third
  man came to the ground quite easily; the fourth was; of course;
  child's play; and before there were ten of us collected; it seemed
  to me that; without the least injustice to my comrades; I might
  proceed to take care of myself。
  I knew their plan: they had a map and an almanack; and designed for
  Grangemouth; where they were to steal a ship。  Suppose them to do
  so; I had no idea they were qualified to manage it after it was
  stolen。  Their whole escape; indeed; was the most haphazard thing
  imaginable; only the impatience of captives and the ignorance of
  private soldiers would have entertained so misbegotten a device;
  and though I played the good comrade and worked with them upon the
  tunnel; but for the lawyer's message I should have let them go
  without me。  Well; now they were beyond my help; as they had always
  been beyond my counselling; and; without word said or leave taken;
  I stole out of the little crowd。  It is true I would rather have
  waited to shake hands with Laclas; but in the last man who had
  descended I thought I recognised Clausel; and since the scene in
  the shed my distrust of Clausel was perfect。  I believed the man to
  be capable of any infamy; and events have since shown that I was
  right。
  CHAPTER VII … SWANSTON COTTAGE
  I HAD two views。  The first was; naturally; to get clear of
  Edinburgh Castle and the town; to say nothing of my fellow…
  prisoners; the second to work to the southward so long as it was
  night; and be near Swanston Cottage by morning。  What I should do
  there and then; I had no guess; and did not greatly care; being a
  devotee of a couple of divinities called Chance and Circumstance。
  Prepare; if possible; where it is impossible; work straight
  forward; and keep your eyes open and your tongue oiled。  Wit and a
  good exterior … there is all life in a nutshell。
  I had at first a rather chequered journey: got involved in gardens;
  butted into houses; and had even once the misfortune to awake a
  sleeping family; the father of which; as I suppose; menaced me from
  the window with a blunderbuss。  Altogether; though I had been some
  time gone from my companions; I was still at no great distance;
  when a miserable accident put a period to the escape。  Of a sudden
  the night was divided by a scream。  This was followed by the sound
  of something falling; and that again by the report of a musket from
  the Castle battlements。  It was strange to hear the alarm spread
  through the city。  In the fortress drums were beat and a bell rung
  backward。  On all hands the watchmen sprang their rattles。  Even in
  that limbo or no…man's…land where I was wandering; lights were made
  in the houses; sashes were flung up; I could hear neighbouring
  families converse from window to window; and at length I was
  challenged myself。
  'Wha's that?' cried a big voice。
  I could see it proceeded from a big man in a big nightcap; leaning
  from a one…pair window; and as I was not yet abreast of his house;
  I judged it was more wise to answer。  This was not the first time I
  had had to stake my fortunes on the goodness of my accent in a
  foreign tongue; and I have always found the moment inspiriting; as
  a gambler should。  Pulling around me a sort of great…coat I had
  made of my blanket; to cover my sulphur…coloured livery; … 'A
  friend!' said I。
  'What like's all this collieshangie?' said he。
  I had never heard of a collieshangie in my days; but with the
  racket all about us in the city; I could have no doubt as to the
  man's meaning。
  'I do not know; sir; really;' said I; 'but I suppose some of the
  prisoners will have escaped。'
  'Bedamned!' says he。
  'Oh; sir; they will be soon taken;' I replied: 'it has been found
  in time。  Good morning; sir!'
  'Ye walk late; sir?' he added。
  'Oh; surely not;' said I; with a laugh。  'Earlyish; if you like!'
  which brought me finally beyond him; highly pleased with my
  success。
  I was now come forth on a good thoroughfare; which led (as well as
  I could judge) in my direction。  It brought me almost immediately
  through a piece of street; whence I could hear close by the
  springing of a watchman's rattle; and where I suppose a sixth part
  of the windows would be open; and the people; in all sorts of night
  gear; talking with a kind of tragic gusto from one to another。
  Here; again; I must run the gauntlet of a half…dozen questions; the
  rattle all the while sounding nearer; but as I was not walking
  inordinately quick; as I spoke like a gentleman; and the lamps were
  too dim to show my dress; I carried it off once more。  One person;
  indeed; inquired where I was off to at that hour。
  I replied vaguely and cheerfully; and as I escaped at one end of
  this dangerous pass I could see the watchman's lantern entering by
  the other。  I was now safe on a dark country highway; out of sight
  of lights and out of the fear of watchmen。  And yet I had not gone
  above a hundred yards before a fellow made an ugly rush at me from
  the roadside。  I avoided him with a leap; and stood on guard;
  cursing my empty hands; wondering whether I had to do with an
  officer or a mere footpad; and scarce knowing which to wish。  My
  assailant stood a little; in the thick darkness I could see him bob
  and sidle as though he were feinting at me for an advantageous
  onfall。  Then he spoke。
  'My goo' frien';' says he; and at the first word I pricked my ears;
  'my goo' frien'; will you oblishe me with lil neshary infamation?
  Whish roa' t' Cramond?'
  I laughed out clear and loud; stepped up to the convivialist; took
  him by the shoulders and faced him about。  'My good friend;' said
  I; 'I believe I know what is best for you much better than
  yourself; and may God forgive you the fright you have given me!
  There; get you gone to Edinburgh!'  And I gave a shove; which he
  obeyed with the passive agility of a ball; and disappeared
  incontinently in the darkness down the road by which I had myself
  come。
  Once clear of this foolish fellow; I went on again up a gradual
  hill; descended on the other side through the houses of a country
  village; and came at last to the bottom of the main ascent leading
  to the Pentlands and my destination。  I was some way up when the
  fog began to lighten; a little farther; and I stepped by degrees
  into a clear starry night; and saw in front of me; and quite
  distinct; the summits of the Pentlands; and behind; the valley of
  the Forth and the city of my late captivity buried under a lake of
  vapour。  I had but one encounter … that of a farm…cart; which I
  heard; from a great way ahead of me; creaking nearer in the night;
  and which passed me about the point of dawn like a thing seen in a
  dream; with two silent figures in the inside nodding to the horse's
  steps。  I presume they were asleep; by the shawl about her head and
  shoulders; one of them should be a woman。  Soon; by concurrent
  steps; the day began to break and the fog to subside and roll away。
  The east grew luminous and was barred with chilly colours; and the
  Castle on its rock; and the spires and chimneys of the upper town;
  took gradual shape; and arose; like islands; out of the receding
  cloud。  All about me was still and sylvan; the road mounting and
  winding; with nowhere a sign of any passenger; the birds chirping;
  I suppose for warmth; the boughs of the trees knocking together;
  and the red leaves falling in the wind。
  It was broad day; but still bitter cold and the sun not up; when I
  came in view of my destination。  A single gable and chimney of the
  cottage peeped over the shoulder of the hill; not far off; and a
  trifle higher on the mountain; a tall old white…washed farmhouse
  stood among the trees; beside a falling brook; beyond were rough
  hills of pasture。  I bethought me that shepherd folk were early
  risers; and if I were once seen skulking in that neighbourhood it
  might prove the ruin of my prospects; took advantage of a line of
  hedge; and worked myself up in its shadow till I was come under the
  garden wall of my friends' house。  The cottage was a little quaint
  place of many rough…cast gables and grey roofs。  It had something
  the air of a rambling infinitesimal cathedral; the body of it
  rising in the midst two storeys high; with a steep…pitched roof;
  and sending out upon all hands (as it were chap