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The stars faintly lit the road that had been trodden hard and bare by the feet of all who came and went。 Down this road something was coming toward us； something low and dark； that moved not fast； and not slow； but with a measured and relentless pace。 〃A panther！〃 said Diccon。
We watched the creature with more of curiosity than alarm。 Unless brought to bay； or hungry； or wantonly irritated； these great cats were cowardly enough。 It would hardly attack the two of us。 Nearer and nearer it came； showing no signs of anger and none of fear； and paying no attention to the withered branch with which Diccon tried to scare it off。 When it was so close that we could see the white of its breast it stopped； looking at us with large unfaltering eyes； and slightly moving its tail to and fro。
〃A tame panther！〃 ejaculated Diccon。 〃It must be the one Nantauquas tamed； sir。 He would have kept it somewhere near Master Rolfe's house。〃
〃And it heard us； and followed us through the gate；〃 I said。 〃It was the third the warder talked of。〃
We walked on； and the beast； addressing itself to motion； followed at our heels。 Now and then we looked back at it； but we feared it not。
As for me； I had begun to think that a panther might be the least formidable thing I should meet that night。 By this I had scarcely any hope … or fear … that I should find her at our journey's end。 The lonesome path that led only to the night…time forest； the deep and dark river with its mournful voice； the hard； bright； pitiless stars； the cold； the loneliness； the distance； … how should she be there？ And if not she； who then？
The hut to which I had been directed stood in an angle made by the neck and the main bank of the river。 On one side of it was the water； on the other a deep wood。 The place had an evil name； and no man had lived there since the planter who had built it hanged himself upon its threshold。 The hut was ruinous： in the summer tall weeds grew up around it； and venomous snakes harbored beneath its rotted and broken floor； in the winter the snow whitened it； and the wild fowl flew screaming in and out of the open door and the windows that needed no barring。 To…night the door was shut and the windows in some way obscured。 But the interstices between the logs showed red； the hut was lighted within； and some one was keeping tryst。
The stillness was deadly。 It was not silence； for the river murmured in the stiff reeds； and far off in the midnight forest some beast of the night uttered its cry； but a hush； a holding of the breath； an expectant horror。 The door； warped and shrunken； was drawn to； but was not fastened； as I could tell by the unbroken line of red light down one side from top to bottom。 Making no sound； I laid my hand upon it； pushed it open a little way； and looked within the hut。
I had thought to find it empty or to find it crowded。 It was neither。 A torch lit it； and on the hearth burned a fire。 Drawn in front of the blaze was an old rude chair； and in it sat a slight figure draped from head to foot in a black cloak。 The head was bowed and hidden； the whole attitude one of listlessness and dejection。 As I looked； there came a long tremulous sigh； and the head drooped lower and lower； as if in a growing hopelessness。
The revulsion of feeling was so great that for the moment I was dazed as by a sudden blow。 There had been time during the walk from the gaol for enough of wild and whirling thoughts as to what should greet me in that hut； and now the slight figure by the fire； the exquisite melancholy of its posture； its bent head； the weeping I could divine； … I had but one thought； to comfort her as quickly as I might。 Diccon's hand was upon my arm； but I shook it off； and pushing the door open crossed the uneven and noisy floor to the fire； and bent over the lonely figure beside it。 〃Jocelyn；〃 I said； 〃I have kept tryst。〃
As I spoke； I laid my hand upon the bowed and covered head。 It was raised； the cloak was drawn aside； and there looked me in the eyes the Italian。
As if it had been the Gorgon's gaze； I was turned to stone。 The filmy eyes； the smile that would have been mocking had it not been so very faint； the pallor； the malignance； … I stared and stared； and my heart grew cold and sick。
It was but for a minute； then a warning cry from Diccon roused me。 I sprang backward until the width of the hearth was between me and the Italian； then wheeled and found myself face to face with the King's late favorite。 Behind him was an open door； and beyond it a small inner room； dimly lighted。 He stood and looked at me with an insolence and a triumph most intolerable。 His drawn sword was in his hand； the jeweled hilt blazing in the firelight； and on his dark； superb face a taunting smile。 I met it with one as bold； at least； but I said no word； good or bad。 In the cabin of the George I had sworn to myself that thenceforward my sword should speak for me to this gentleman。
〃You came；〃 he said。 〃I thought you would。〃
I glanced around the hut； seeking for a weapon。 Seeing nothing more promising than the thick； half…consumed torch； I sprang to it and wrested it from the socket。 Diccon caught up a piece of rusted iron from the hearth； and together we faced my lord's drawn sword and a small； sharp； and strangely shaped dagger that the Italian drew from a velvet sheath。
My lord laughed； reading my thoughts。 〃You are mistaken；〃 he declared coolly。 〃I am content that Captain Percy knows I do not fear to fight him。 This time I play to win。〃 Turning toward the outer door； he raised his hand with a gesture of command。
In an instant the room was filled。 The red…brown figures； naked save for the loincloth and the headdress； the impassive faces dashed with black； the ruthless eyes … I knew now why Master Edward Sharpless had gone to the forest； and what service had been bought with that silver cup。 The Paspaheghs and I were old enemies； doubtless they would find their task a pleasant one。
〃My own knaves； unfortunately； were out of the way； sent home on the Santa Teresa；〃 said my lord； still smiling。 〃I am not yet so poor that I cannot hire others。 True； Nicolo might have done the work just now； when you bent over him so lovingly and spoke so softly； but the river might give up your body to tell strange tales。 I have heard that the Indians are more ingenious； and leave no such witness anywhere。〃
Before the words were out of his mouth I had sprung upon him； and had caught him by the sword wrist and the throat。 He strove to free his hand； to withdraw himself from my grasp。 Locked together； we struggled backward and forward in what seemed a blaze of lights and a roaring as of mighty waters。 Red hands caught at me； sharp knives panted to drink my blood； but so fast we turned and writhed； now he uppermost； now I； that for very fear of striking the wrong man hands and knives could not be bold。 I heard Diccon fighting； and knew that there would be howling tomorrow among the squaws of the Paspaheghs。 With all his might my lord strove to bend the sword against me； and at last did cut me across the arm； causing the blood to flow freely。 It made a pool upon the floor； and once my foot slipped in it； and I stumbled and almost fell。
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