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with us to the haunted wood。 I have the honor to wish your lordship a very good day。〃
I bowed low； swung myself into my saddle； and turned my back upon his glaring eyes and bared teeth。 Sparrow； his prize flung across his saddlebow； turned with me。 A minute more saw us out of the hollow； and entered upon the glade up which had come the Italian。 When we had gone a short distance； I turned in my saddle and looked back。 The tiny hollow had vanished； all the forest looked level； dreamy and still； barren of humanity； given over to its own shy children； nothing moving save the slow…falling leaves。 But from beyond a great clump of sumach； set like a torch in the vaporous blue； came a steady stream of words； happily rendered indistinguishable by distance； and I knew that the King's minion was cursing the Italian； the Governor； the Santa Teresa； the Due Return； the minister； the forest； the haunted wood； his sword； the knot that I had tied； and myself。
I admit that the sound was music in mine ears。
CHAPTER XV IN WHICH WE FIND THE HAUNTED WOOD
ON the outskirts of the haunted wood we dismounted； fastening the horses to two pines。 The Italian we gagged and bound across the brown mare's saddle。 Then； as noiselessly as Indians； we entered the wood。
Once within it； it was as though the sun had suddenly sunk from the heavens。 The pines； of magnificent height and girth； were so closely set that far overhead； where the branches began； was a heavy roof of foliage； impervious to the sunshine； brooding； dark and sullen as a thundercloud； over the cavernous world beneath。 There was no undergrowth； no clinging vines； no bloom； no color； only the dark； innumerable tree trunks and the purplish…brown； scented； and slippery earth。 The air was heavy； cold； and still； like cave air； the silence as blank and awful as the silence beneath the earth。
The minister and I stole through the dusk； and for a long time heard nothing but our own breathing and the beating of our hearts。 But coming to a sluggish stream； as quiet as the wood through which it crept； and following its slow windings； we at last heard a voice； and in the distance made out dark forms sitting on the earth beside that sombre water。 We went on with caution； gliding from tree to tree and making no noise。 In the cheerless silence of that place any sound would have shattered the stillness like a pistol shot。
Presently we came to a halt； and； ourselves hidden by a giant trunk； looked out on stealers and stolen。 They were gathered on the bank of the stream； waiting for the boat from the Santa Teresa。 The lady whom we sought lay like a fallen flower on the dark ground beneath a pine。 She did not move； and her eyes were shut。 At her head crouched the negress； her white garments showing ghostlike through the gloom。 Beneath the next tree sat Diccon； his hands tied behind him； and around him my Lord Carnal's four knaves。 It was Diccon's voice that we had heard。 He was still speaking； and now we could distinguish the words。
〃So Sir Thomas chains him there；〃 he said； … 〃right there to that tree under which you are sitting； Jacky Bonhomme。〃 Jacques incontinently shifted his position。 〃 He chains him there； with one chain around his neck； one around his waist； and one around his ankles。 Then he sticks me a bodkin through his tongue。〃 A groan of admiration from his audience。 〃Then they dig； before his very eyes； a grave； … shallow enough they make it； too； … and they put into it； uncoffined； with only a long white shroud upon him； the man he murdered。 Then they cover the grave。 You're sitting on it now； you other Jacky。〃
〃Godam！〃 cried the rascal addressed； and removed with expedition to a less storied piece of ground。
〃Then they go away；〃 continued Diccon in graveyard tones。 〃They all go away together； … Sir Thomas and Captain Argall； Captain West； Lieutenant George Percy and his cousin； my master； and Sir Thomas's men； they go out of the wood as though it were accursed； though indeed it was not half so gloomy then as it is now。 The sun shone into it then； sometimes； and the birds sang。 You would n't think it from the looks of things now； would you？ As the dead man rotted in his grave； and the living man died by inches above him； they say the wood grew darker； and darker； and darker。 How dark it's getting now； and cold； … cold as the dead！〃
His auditors drew closer together； and shivered。 Sparrow and I were so near that we could see the hands of the ingenious story…teller； bound behind his back； working as he talked。 Now they strained this way； and now that； at the piece of rope that bound them。
〃That was ten years ago；〃 he said； his voice becoming more and more impressive。 〃Since that day nothing comes into this wood； … nothing human； that is。 Neither white man nor Indian comes； that's certain。 Then why are n't there chains around that tree； and why are there no bones beneath it； on the ground there？ Because； Jackies all； the man that did that murder walks！ It is not always deadly still here； sometimes there 's a clanking of chains！ And a bodkin through the tongue can't keep the dead from wailing！ And the murdered man walks； too； in his shroud he follows the other … Is n't that something white in the distance yonder？〃
My lord's four knaves looked down the arcade of trees； and saw the something white as plainly as if it had been verily there。 Each moment the wood grew darker； … a thing in nature； since the sun outside was swiftly sinking to the horizon。 But to those to whom that tale had been told it was a darkening unearthly and portentous； bringing with it a colder air and a deepened silence。
〃Oh； Sir Thomas Dale； Sir Thomas Dale！〃
The voice seemed to come from the distance； and bore in its dismal cadence the melancholy of the damned。 For a moment my heart stood still； and the hair of my head commenced to rise； the next； I knew that Diccon had found an ally； not in the dead； but in the living。 The minister； standing beside me； opened his mouth again； and again that dismal voice rang through the wood； and again it seemed； by I know not what art； to come from any spot rather than from that particular tree behind whose trunk stood Master Jeremy Sparrow。
〃Oh； the bodkin through my tongue！ Oh； the bodkin through my tongue！〃
Two of the guard sat with hanging lip and lacklustre eyes； turned to stone； one； at full length upon the ground； bruised his face against the pine needles and called on the Virgin； the fourth； panic…stricken； leaped to his feet and dashed off into the darkness； to trouble us no more that day。
〃Oh； the heavy chains！〃 cried the unseen spectre。 〃Oh； the dead man in his grave！〃
The man on his face dug his nails into the earth and howled； his fellows were too frightened for sound or motion。 Diccon； a hardy rogue； with little fear of God or man； gave no sign of perturbation beyond a desperate tugging at the rope about his wrists。 He was ever quick to take suggestion； and he had probably begun to question the nature of the ghost who was doing him such yeoman service。
〃D' ye think they've had enough？〃 said Sparrow in my ear。 〃My invention flaggeth。〃
I nodded； too choked with laughter for speech； and drew my sword。 The next moment we