Changed Man And Other Tales — Story 7 What The Shepherd Saw

March 1885. WHAT THE SHEPHERD SAW: A TALE OF FOUR MOONLIGHT NIGHTS

The genial Justice of the Peace--now, alas, no more--who made himself responsible for the facts of this story, used to begin in the good old- fashioned way with a bright moonlight night and a mysterious figure, an excellent stroke for an opening, even to this day, if well followed up.

The Christmas moon (he would say) was showing her cold face to the upland, the upland reflecting the radiance in frost-sparkles so minute as only to be discernible by an eye near at hand.

This eye, he said, was the eye of a shepherd lad, young for his occupation, who stood within a wheeled hut of the kind commonly in use among sheep-keepers during the early lambing season, and was abstractedly looking through the loophole at the scene without.

The spot was called Lambing Corner, and it was a sheltered portion of that wide expanse of rough pastureland known as the Marlbury Downs, which you directly traverse when following the turnpike-road across Mid-Wessex from London, through Aldbrickham, in the direction of Bath and Bristol.

Here, where the hut stood, the land was high and dry, open, except to the north, and commanding an undulating view for miles.

On the north side grew a tall belt of coarse furze, with enormous stalks, a clump of the same standing detached in front of the general mass.

The clump was hollow, and the interior had been ingeniously taken advantage of as a position for the before-mentioned hut, which was thus completely screened from winds, and almost invisible, except through the narrow approach.

But the furze twigs had been cut away from the two little windows of the hut, that the occupier might keep his eye on his sheep.

In the rear, the shelter afforded by the belt of furze bushes was artificially improved by an inclosure of upright stakes, interwoven with boughs of the same prickly vegetation, and within the inclosure lay a renowned Marlbury-Down breeding flock of eight hundred ewes.

To the south, in the direction of the young shepherd's idle gaze, there rose one conspicuous object above the uniform moonlit plateau, and only one.

It was a Druidical trilithon, consisting of three oblong stones in the form of a doorway, two on end, and one across as a lintel.

Each stone had been worn, scratched, washed, nibbled, split, and otherwise attacked by ten thousand different weathers; but now the blocks looked shapely and little the worse for wear, so beautifully were they silvered over by the light of the moon.

The ruin was locally called the Devil's Door.

An old shepherd presently entered the hut from the direction of the ewes, and looked around in the gloom.

'Be ye sleepy?'

he asked in cross accents of the boy.

The lad replied rather timidly in the negative.

'Then,' said the shepherd, 'I'll get me home-along, and rest for a few hours.

There's nothing to be done here now as I can see.

The ewes can want no more tending till daybreak--'tis beyond the bounds of reason that they can.

But as the order is that one of us must bide, I'll leave 'ee, d'ye hear.

You can sleep by day, and I can't. And you can be down to my house in ten minutes if anything should happen.

I can't afford 'ee candle; but, as 'tis Christmas week, and the time that folks have hollerdays, you can enjoy yerself by falling asleep a bit in the chair instead of biding awake all the time.

But mind, not longer at once than while the shade of the Devil's Door moves a couple of spans, for you must keep an eye upon the ewes.'

The boy made no definite reply, and the old man, stirring the fire in the stove with his crook-stem, closed the door upon his companion and vanished.

As this had been more or less the course of events every night since the season's lambing had set in, the boy was not at all surprised at the charge, and amused himself for some time by lighting straws at the stove.

He then went out to the ewes and new-born lambs, re-entered, sat down, and finally fell asleep.

This was his customary manner of performing his watch, for though special permission for naps had this week been accorded, he had, as a matter of fact, done the same thing on every preceding night, sleeping often till awakened by a smack on the shoulder at three or four in the morning from the crook-stem of the old man.

It might have been about eleven o'clock when he awoke.

He was so surprised at awaking without, apparently, being called or struck, that on second thoughts he assumed that somebody must have called him in spite of appearances, and looked out of the hut window towards the sheep.

They all lay as quiet as when he had visited them, very little bleating being audible, and no human soul disturbing the scene.

He next looked from the opposite window, and here the case was different.

The frost-facets glistened under the moon as before; an occasional furze bush showed as a dark spot on the same; and in the foreground stood the ghostly form of the trilithon.

But in front of the trilithon stood a man.

That he was not the shepherd or any one of the farm labourers was apparent in a moment's observation,--his dress being a dark suit, and his figure of slender build and graceful carriage.

He walked backwards and forwards in front of the trilithon.

The shepherd lad had hardly done speculating on the strangeness of the unknown's presence here at such an hour, when he saw a second figure crossing the open sward towards the locality of the trilithon and furze- clump that screened the hut.

This second personage was a woman; and immediately on sight of her the male stranger hastened forward, meeting her just in front of the hut window.

Before she seemed to be aware of his intention he clasped her in his arms.

The lady released herself and drew back with some dignity.

'You have come, Harriet--bless you for it!'

he exclaimed, fervently.

'But not for this,' she answered, in offended accents.

And then, more good-naturedly, 'I have come, Fred, because you entreated me so!

What can have been the object of your writing such a letter?

I feared I might be doing you grievous ill by staying away.

How did you come here?'

'I walked all the way from my father's.' 'Well, what is it?

How have you lived since we last met?'

'But roughly; you might have known that without asking.

I have seen many lands and many faces since I last walked these downs, but I have only thought of you.'

'Is it only to tell me this that you have summoned me so strangely?'

A passing breeze blew away the murmur of the reply and several succeeding sentences, till the man's voice again became audible in the words, 'Harriet--truth between us two!

I have heard that the Duke does not treat you too well.'

'He is warm-tempered, but he is a good husband.'

'He speaks roughly to you, and sometimes even threatens to lock you out of doors.'

'Only once, Fred!

On my honour, only once.

The Duke is a fairly good husband, I repeat.

But you deserve punishment for this night's trick of drawing me out.

What does it mean?'

'Harriet, dearest, is this fair or honest?

Is it not notorious that your life with him is a sad one--that, in spite of the sweetness of your temper, the sourness of his embitters your days.

I have come to know if I can help you.

You are a Duchess, and I am Fred Ogbourne; but it is not impossible that I may be able to help you .

.

.

By God!

the sweetness of that tongue ought to keep him civil, especially when there is added to it the sweetness of that face!'

'Captain Ogbourne!'

she exclaimed, with an emphasis of playful fear.

'How can such a comrade of my youth behave to me as you do?

Don't speak so, and stare at me so!

Is this really all you have to say?

I see I ought not to have come.

'Twas thoughtlessly done.'

Another breeze broke the thread of discourse for a time.

'Very well.

I perceive you are dead and lost to me,' he could next be heard to say, '"Captain Ogbourne" proves that.

As I once loved you I love you now, Harriet, without one jot of abatement; but you are not the woman you were--you once were honest towards me; and now you conceal your heart in made-up speeches.

Let it be: I can never see you again.'

'You need not say that in such a tragedy tone, you silly.

You may see me in an ordinary way--why should you not?

But, of course, not in such a way as this.

I should not have come now, if it had not happened that the Duke is away from home, so that there is nobody to check my erratic impulses.'

'When does he return?'

'The day after to-morrow, or the day after that.'

'Then meet me again to-morrow night.'

'No, Fred, I cannot.'

'If you cannot to-morrow night, you can the night after; one of the two before he comes please bestow on me.

Now, your hand upon it!

To-morrow or next night you will see me to bid me farewell!'

He seized the Duchess's hand.

'No, but Fred--let go my hand!

What do you mean by holding me so?

If it be love to forget all respect to a woman's present position in thinking of her past, then yours may be so, Frederick.

It is not kind and gentle of you to induce me to come to this place for pity of you, and then to hold me tight here.'

'But see me once more!

I have come two thousand miles to ask it.'

'O, I must not!

There will be slanders--Heaven knows what!

I cannot meet you.

For the sake of old times don't ask it.'

'Then own two things to me; that you did love me once, and that your husband is unkind to you often enough now to make you think of the time when you cared for me.'

'Yes--I own them both,' she answered faintly.

'But owning such as that tells against me; and I swear the inference is not true.'

'Don't say that; for you have come--let me think the reason of your coming what I like to think it.

It can do you no harm.

Come once more!'

He still held her hand and waist.

'Very well, then,' she said.

'Thus far you shall persuade me.

I will meet you to-morrow night or the night after.

Now, let me go.'

He released her, and they parted.

The Duchess ran rapidly down the hill towards the outlying mansion of Shakeforest Towers, and when he had watched her out of sight, he turned and strode off in the opposite direction.

All then was silent and empty as before.

Yet it was only for a moment.

When they had quite departed, another shape appeared upon the scene.

He came from behind the trilithon.

He was a man of stouter build than the first, and wore the boots and spurs of a horseman.

Two things were at once obvious from this phenomenon: that he had watched the interview between the Captain and the Duchess;

and that, though he probably had seen every movement of the couple, including the embrace, he had been too remote to hear the reluctant words of the lady's conversation--or, indeed, any words at all--so that the meeting must have exhibited itself to his eye as the assignation of a pair of well-agreed lovers.

But it was necessary that several years should elapse before the shepherd-boy was old enough to reason out this.

The third individual stood still for a moment, as if deep in meditation.

He crossed over to where the lady and gentleman had stood, and looked at the ground; then he too turned and went away in a third direction, as widely divergent as possible from those taken by the two interlocutors.

His course was towards the highway; and a few minutes afterwards the trot of a horse might have been heard upon its frosty surface, lessening till it died away upon the ear.

The boy remained in the hut, confronting the trilithon as if he expected yet more actors on the scene, but nobody else appeared.

How long he stood with his little face against the loophole he hardly knew; but he was rudely awakened from his reverie by a punch in his back, and in the feel of it he familiarly recognized the stem of the old shepherd's crook.

'Blame thy young eyes and limbs, Bill Mills--now you have let the fire out, and you know I want it kept in!

I thought something would go wrong with 'ee up here, and I couldn't bide in bed no more than thistledown on the wind, that I could not!

Well, what's happened, fie upon 'ee?'

'Nothing.'

'Ewes all as I left 'em?'

'Yes.'

'Any lambs want bringing in?'

'No.' The shepherd relit the fire, and went out among the sheep with a lantern, for the moon was getting low.

Soon he came in again.

'Blame it all--thou'st say that nothing have happened; when one ewe have twinned and is like to go off, and another is dying for want of half an eye of looking to!

I told 'ee, Bill Mills, if anything went wrong to come down and call me; and this is how you have done it.'

'You said I could go to sleep for a hollerday, and I did.'

'Don't you speak to your betters like that, young man, or you'll come to the gallows-tree!

You didn't sleep all the time, or you wouldn't have been peeping out of that there hole!

Now you can go home, and be up here again by breakfast-time.

I be an old man, and there's old men that deserve well of the world; but no I--must rest how I can!'

The elder shepherd then lay down inside the hut, and the boy went down the hill to the hamlet where he dwelt.

SECOND NIGHT

When the next night drew on the actions of the boy were almost enough to show that he was thinking of the meeting he had witnessed, and of the promise wrung from the lady that she would come there again.

As far as the sheep-tending arrangements were concerned, to-night was but a repetition of the foregoing one.

Between ten and eleven o'clock the old shepherd withdrew as usual for what sleep at home he might chance to get without interruption, making up the other necessary hours of rest at some time during the day; the boy was left alone.

The frost was the same as on the night before, except perhaps that it was a little more severe.

The moon shone as usual, except that it was three- quarters of an hour later in its course; and the boy's condition was much the same, except that he felt no sleepiness whatever.

He felt, too, rather afraid; but upon the whole he preferred witnessing an assignation of strangers to running the risk of being discovered absent by the old shepherd.

It was before the distant clock of Shakeforest Towers had struck eleven that he observed the opening of the second act of this midnight drama.

It consisted in the appearance of neither lover nor Duchess, but of the third figure--the stout man, booted and spurred--who came up from the easterly direction in which he had retreated the night before.

He walked once round the trilithon, and next advanced towards the clump concealing the hut, the moonlight shining full upon his face and revealing him to be the Duke.

Fear seized upon the shepherd-boy: the Duke was Jove himself to the rural population, whom to offend was starvation, homelessness, and death, and whom to look at was to be mentally scathed and dumbfoundered.

He closed the stove, so that not a spark of light appeared, and hastily buried himself in the straw that lay in a corner.

The Duke came close to the clump of furze and stood by the spot where his wife and the Captain had held their dialogue; he examined the furze as if searching for a hiding-place, and in doing so discovered the hut.

The latter he walked round and then looked inside; finding it to all seeming empty, he entered, closing the door behind him and taking his place at the little circular window against which the boy's face had been pressed just before.

The Duke had not adopted his measures too rapidly, if his object were concealment.

Almost as soon as he had stationed himself there eleven o'clock struck, and the slender young man who had previously graced the scene promptly reappeared from the north quarter of the down.

The spot of assignation having, by the accident of his running forward on the foregoing night, removed itself from the Devil's Door to the clump of furze, he instinctively came thither, and waited for the Duchess where he had met her before.

But a fearful surprise was in store for him to-night, as well as for the trembling juvenile.

At his appearance the Duke breathed more and more quickly, his breathings being distinctly audible to the crouching boy.

The young man had hardly paused when the alert nobleman softly opened the door of the hut, and, stepping round the furze, came full upon Captain Fred.

'You have dishonoured her, and you shall die the death you deserve!'

came to the shepherd's ears, in a harsh, hollow whisper through the boarding of the hut.

The apathetic and taciturn boy was excited enough to run the risk of rising and looking from the window, but he could see nothing for the intervening furze boughs, both the men having gone round to the side.

What took place in the few following moments he never exactly knew.

He discerned portion of a shadow in quick muscular movement; then there was the fall of something on the grass; then there was stillness.

Two or three minutes later the Duke became visible round the corner of the hut, dragging by the collar the now inert body of the second man.

The Duke dragged him across the open space towards the trilithon.

Behind this ruin was a hollow, irregular spot, overgrown with furze and stunted thorns, and riddled by the old holes of badgers, its former inhabitants, who had now died out or departed.

The Duke vanished into this depression with his burden, reappearing after the lapse of a few seconds.

When he came forth he dragged nothing behind him.

He returned to the side of the hut, cleansed something on the grass, and again put himself on the watch, though not as before, inside the hut, but without, on the shady side.

'Now for the second!'

he said.

It was plain, even to the unsophisticated boy, that he now awaited the other person of the appointment--his wife, the Duchess--for what purpose it was terrible to think.

He seemed to be a man of such determined temper that he would scarcely hesitate in carrying out a course of revenge to the bitter end.

Moreover--though it was what the shepherd did not perceive--this was all the more probable, in that the moody Duke was labouring under the exaggerated impression which the sight of the meeting in dumb show had conveyed.

The jealous watcher waited long, but he waited in vain.

From within the hut the boy could hear his occasional exclamations of surprise, as if he were almost disappointed at the failure of his assumption that his guilty Duchess would surely keep the tryst.

Sometimes he stepped from the shade of the furze into the moonlight, and held up his watch to learn the time.

About half-past eleven he seemed to give up expecting her.

He then went a second time to the hollow behind the trilithon, remaining there nearly a quarter of an hour.

From this place he proceeded quickly over a shoulder of the declivity, a little to the left, presently returning on horseback, which proved that his horse had been tethered in some secret place down there.

Crossing anew the down between the hut and the trilithon, and scanning the precincts as if finally to assure himself that she had not come, he rode slowly downwards in the direction of Shakeforest Towers.

The juvenile shepherd thought of what lay in the hollow yonder; and no fear of the crook-stem of his superior officer was potent enough to detain him longer on that hill alone.

Any live company, even the most terrible, was better than the company of the dead; so, running with the speed of a hare in the direction pursued by the horseman, he overtook the revengeful Duke at the second descent (where the great western road crossed before you came to the old park entrance on that side--now closed up and the lodge cleared away, though at the time it was wondered why, being considered the most convenient gate of all).

Once within the sound of the horse's footsteps, Bill Mills felt comparatively comfortable; for, though in awe of the Duke because of his position, he had no moral repugnance to his companionship on account of the grisly deed he had committed, considering that powerful nobleman to have a right to do what he chose on his own lands.

The Duke rode steadily on beneath his ancestral trees, the hoofs of his horse sending up a smart sound now that he had reached the hard road of the drive, and soon drew near the front door of his house, surmounted by parapets with square-cut battlements that cast a notched shade upon the gravelled terrace.

These outlines were quite familiar to little Bill Mills, though nothing within their boundary had ever been seen by him.

When the rider approached the mansion a small turret door was quickly opened and a woman came out.

As soon as she saw the horseman's outlines she ran forward into the moonlight to meet him.

'Ah dear--and are you come?'

she said.

'I heard Hero's tread just when you rode over the hill, and I knew it in a moment.

I would have come further if I had been aware--' 'Glad to see me, eh?'

'How can you ask that?'

'Well; it is a lovely night for meetings.'

'Yes, it is a lovely night.'

The Duke dismounted and stood by her side.

'Why should you have been listening at this time of night, and yet not expecting me?'

he asked.

'Why, indeed!

There is a strange story attached to that, which I must tell you at once.

But why did you come a night sooner than you said you would come?

I am rather sorry--I really am!'

(shaking her head playfully) 'for as a surprise to you I had ordered a bonfire to be built, which was to be lighted on your arrival to-morrow; and now it is wasted.

You can see the outline of it just out there.'

The Duke looked across to a spot of rising glade, and saw the faggots in a heap.

He then bent his eyes with a bland and puzzled air on the ground, 'What is this strange story you have to tell me that kept you awake?'

he murmured.

'It is this--and it is really rather serious.

My cousin Fred Ogbourne--Captain Ogbourne as he is now--was in his boyhood a great admirer of mine, as I think I have told you, though I was six years his senior.

In strict truth, he was absurdly fond of me.'

'You have never told me of that before.'

'Then it was your sister I told--yes, it was.

Well, you know I have not seen him for many years, and naturally I had quite forgotten his admiration of me in old times.

But guess my surprise when the day before yesterday, I received a mysterious note bearing no address, and found on opening it that it came from him.

The contents frightened me out of my wits.

He had returned from Canada to his father's house, and conjured me by all he could think of to meet him at once.

But I think I can repeat the exact words, though I will show it to you when we get indoors.

"MY DEAR COUSIN HARRIET," the note said, "After this long absence you will be surprised at my sudden reappearance, and more by what I am going to ask.

But if my life and future are of any concern to you at all, I beg that you will grant my request.

What I require of you, is, dear Harriet, that you meet me about eleven to-night by the Druid stones on Marlbury Downs, about a mile or more from your house.

I

cannot say more, except to entreat you to come.

I will explain all when you are there.

The one thing is, I want to see you.

Come alone.

Believe me, I would not ask this if my happiness did not hang upon it--God knows how entirely!

I am too agitated to say more--Yours.

FRED."

'That was all of it.

Now, of course I ought have gone, as it turned out, but that I did not think of then.

I remembered his impetuous temper, and feared that something grievous was impending over his head, while he had not a friend in the world to help him, or any one except myself to whom he would care to make his trouble known.

So I wrapped myself up and went to Marlbury Downs at the time he had named.

Don't you think I was courageous?'

'Very.'

'When I got there--but shall we not walk on; it is getting cold?'

The Duke, however, did not move.

'When I got there he came, of course, as a full grown man and officer, and not as the lad that I had known him.

When I saw him I was sorry I had come.

I can hardly tell you how he behaved.

What he wanted I don't know even now; it seemed to be no more than the mere meeting with me.

He held me by the hand and waist--O so tight--and would not let me go till I had promised to meet him again.

His manner was so strange and passionate that I was afraid of him in such a lonely place, and I promised to come.

Then I escaped--then I ran home--and that's all.

When the time drew on this evening for the appointment--which, of course, I never intended to keep, I felt uneasy, lest when he found I meant to disappoint him he would come on to the house; and that's why I could not sleep.

But you are so silent!'

'I have had a long journey.'

'Then let us get into the house.

Why did you come alone and unattended like this?'

'It was my humour.'

After a moment's silence, during which they moved on, she said, 'I have thought of something which I hardly like to suggest to you.

He said that if I failed to come to-night he would wait again to-morrow night.

Now, shall we to-morrow night go to the hill together--just to see if he is there; and if he is, read him a lesson on his foolishness in nourishing this old passion, and sending for me so oddly, instead of coming to the house?'

'Why should we see if he's there?'

said her husband moodily.

'Because I think we ought to do something in it.

Poor Fred!

He would listen to you if you reasoned with him, and set our positions in their true light before him.

It would be no more than Christian kindness to a man who unquestionably is very miserable from some cause or other.

His head seems quite turned.'

By this time they had reached the door, rung the bell, and waited.

All the house seemed to be asleep; but soon a man came to them, the horse was taken away, and the Duke and Duchess went in.

THIRD NIGHT

There was no help for it.

Bill Mills was obliged to stay on duty, in the old shepherd's absence, this evening as before, or give up his post and living.

He thought as bravely as he could of what lay behind the Devil's Door, but with no great success, and was therefore in a measure relieved, even if awe-stricken, when he saw the forms of the Duke and Duchess strolling across the frosted greensward.

The Duchess was a few yards in front of her husband and tripped on lightly.

'I tell you he has not thought it worth while to come again!'

the Duke insisted, as he stood still, reluctant to walk further.

'He is more likely to come and wait all night; and it would be harsh treatment to let him do it a second time.'

'He is not here; so turn and come home.'

'He seems not to be here, certainly; I wonder if anything has happened to him.

If it has, I shall never forgive myself!'

The Duke, uneasily, 'O, no. He has some other engagement.'

'That is very unlikely.'

'Or perhaps he has found the distance too far.'

'Nor is that probable.'

'Then he may have thought better of it.'

'Yes, he may have thought better of it; if, indeed, he is not here all the time--somewhere in the hollow behind the Devil's Door.

Let us go and see; it will serve him right to surprise him.'

'O, he's not there.'

'He may be lying very quiet because of you,' she said archly.

'O, no--not because of me!'

'Come, then.

I declare, dearest, you lag like an unwilling schoolboy to- night, and there's no responsiveness in you!

You are jealous of that poor lad, and it is quite absurd of you.'

'I'll come!

I'll come!

Say no more, Harriet!'

And they crossed over the green.

Wondering what they would do, the young shepherd left the hut, and doubled behind the belt of furze, intending to stand near the trilithon unperceived.

But, in crossing the few yards of open ground he was for a moment exposed to view.