The Pobratim: A Slav Novel by P. Jones
CHAPTER VIII
MURDER
A few days afterwards Milena heard a low whistle outside, just as ifsomeone were calling her; the whistling was repeated again and again.She went to the open door, and she saw Vranic at a distance,apparently on the watch for her. As soon as he saw her, he beckonedto her to come out. She stepped on the threshold, and he came up toher.
"Good news, eh?" said he.
"What news?"
"Has Radonic not opened his mouth to you?"
"He has hardly said a single word all these days."
"Impossible!"
"May I be struck blind if he has!"
"Strange."
"Well, but what is it all about?"
"He told me it was a great secret; still, I did not believe him."
"But what is this great secret?"
"He is going off to Montenegro for a day or two, as he has to buy acargo of _castradina_. Of course, he'll stay a week; and as soon ashe comes back, he'll start at once on a long voyage."
"I don't believe it!"
"Yes, he is; and it's all my own doing. Now you can't say that Idon't love you, Milena, can you?"
She did not give him any answer.
"You don't seem glad. Once you'd have been delighted to have areprieve from his ill-treatment."
"Yes, but now he's only moody. He hasn't beaten me for some days."
"I told you he was as manageable as putty. Like all bullies, you canshave him without a razor, if you only know how to go about it."
"Yes; only beware. Such men never keep shape--at least, not for anylength of time."
"He'll keep shape till he goes, for that's to-morrow; then----" and hewinked at her as he said this.
"Come, Vranic, be kind for once in your life."
"Has anybody ever been kind to me?"
"'Do good, and don't repent having done it; do evil, and expectevil,' says the proverb."
"I never do anything for nothing; so to-morrow night I'll come for myreward."
"Leave me alone, Vranic; if not for my sake, do it for your own good.Fancy, if Radonic were to return. Surely you wouldn't shave him quiteas easily as you think."
"I'll take the risk upon myself. I have lulled all his suspicions, sothat he has now implicit trust in you. Besides, I'll first see himwell out of the town with my own eyes; Vranic is not a seer fornothing," and he winked knowingly with his blinking eyes.
"You don't know Radonic: if you are a fox, he is no goose. He iscapable of coming back just to see what I am doing."
"I think I know him a little better than you do, and a longer time.We have been friends from childhood; in fact, all but _pobratim_."
"That's the reason why you are ready to deceive him, then?"
"What business had he to marry you? What would I not do for yourlove, Milena? Why, I'd give my soul to Satan, if he wanted it."
"I'm afraid it's no longer yours to give away. But come, Vranic, ifyou really are as fond of me as you pretend to be, have some pity onme, be kind; think how wretched my whole life has hitherto been,leave me alone, forget me."
"Ask me anything else but that. How can I forget you? How can Icease loving you, when I live only for you? I only see through youreyes."
"Then I'll ask Radonic to take me to Montenegro with him, and I'llremain with my family."
"And I'll follow you there. You don't understand all the strength ofmy love for you."
Thereupon, forgetting his usual prudence, he stepped up to her, andpassing his arm round her waist, he strained her to his breast, andwanted to kiss her. She wriggled and struggled, and tried to push himaway.
"Unhand me," she said, alarmed; "unhand me at once, or I'll scream."
"Lot of good it'll do you. Come," he replied, "remember your promise.I've kept my part, try and keep yours with good grace or----"
"What?" she asked, alarmed.
"Or by the holy Virgin, it'll be so much the worse for you! I know----"he stopped, and then he added: "In fact, I know what I know.Remember, therefore, it is much better to have Vranic for your friendthan for your foe."
"Mind, you think me a dove."
"I only know that women have long hair and little brains. Try and notbe like most of them."
"Mind, I might for once have more brains than you; therefore, Ientreat you, nay, I command you, not to try and see me to-morrow."
"As for that, I'll use my own discretion."
Saying these words, he went off, and left Milena alone. As soon as hehad disappeared, she went in, and sank down on the hearth; there,leaning her elbows on her knees, she hid her face between her palms;then she began nursing her grief.
"They say I am happy," she muttered to herself, "because I am rich--though I have not a penny that I can call my own--because I can eatwhite bread every day. Yet would it not be better by far to be ananimal and graze in the fields, than eat bread moistened with my owntears? Oh! why was I not born a man? Then, at least, I might havegone where I liked--done what I pleased.
"They think I am happy, because no one knows what my life has been;though, it is true, what is a woman's life amongst us?
"She toils in the field the whole of the live-long day, whilst herhusband smokes his pipe. She is laden like a beast of burden; she isyoked to the plough with an ox or an ass, and when they go to pastureshe trudges home with the harness, to nurse the children or attend tohousehold work. Meanwhile, her master leisurely chats with hisfriends at the inns, or listens to the _guzlar_.
"What is her food? The husks that dogs cannot eat, the bones whichhave already been picked. If Turkish women have no souls, they, atleast, are not treated like beasts during their lifetime.
"Oh! holy Virgin, why was I not born a man?"
That evening Radonic came home more sullen and peevish than usual;still, he was sober. He sat down to supper, and Milena waited uponhim. As soon as he had pushed his plate away:
"Have you seen Vranic to-day?" he asked, gruffly.
"I have," answered the wife, meekly.
"Ah, you have!" and he uttered a fearful oath.
Milena crossed herself.
"And where have you seen him?"
"He came here at the door."
"May he have a fit to-night," he grunted. Then, after a puff at hispipe: "And what did he say?"
"That you intended starting to-morrow morning for Montenegro, to buy_castradina_, and----"
Radonic gave such a mighty thump on the table that the _bukara_ wasupset. It rolled and fell to the ground before it could be caught.Milena hastened to pick it up, but the wine was spilt. The husbandthereupon, not knowing how to vent his spite, gave a kick to the poorwoman just as she stooped to pick it up. She slipped and fellsprawling to the ground, uttering a stifled groan. Then she got up,deathly pale, and went to sit down in a corner of the room, and beganto cry unperceived.
"And what did you answer when he told you that I was starting?"
"I begged him to leave me in peace, and above all not to cometo-morrow evening, if his life was dear to him."
"Ah! you begged him, did you? Well, if ever man was blessed with afoolish wife, I am."
A moment's silence followed, after which he added:
"What a fool a man is who gets married--above all, a sailor who takesas his wife a feather-brained creature, as you are. May God hurl athunderbolt at me if I'd marry again were I but free."
Poor Milena did not reply, for she was inured to such taunts, Radonicbeing one of those men who pride themselves on speaking out their ownminds. She kept crying quietly--not for the pain she felt, butbecause she dreaded the fatal consequences of the kick she had justreceived.
"Will you stop whimpering, or I'll come and give you something to cryfor. It's really beyond all powers of endurance to hear a woman whineand a pig squeak; if there is a thing that drives me mad, it's that."
Thereupon Radonic began to puff at his pipe savagely, snarling andsnorting as he smoked.
"And may I ask why you begged that double-faced, white-livered friendof y
"Vranic was never a friend of mine," said Milena, proudly.
"Admitting he wasn't, still you haven't answered my question; but Isuppose it doesn't suit you to answer, does it?"
"Why not? I begged him not to come because I was afraid some mischiefmight ensue, withal you promised me not to be rash."
"I promised you, did I? Anyhow, I find that you take a great interestin this friend of mine, far more than it becomes an honest woman."Then, with a scowl and a sneer: "If you _are_ honest."
Milena winced, and grew deathly pale. She did not give her husbandany answer, so he, after grunting and grumbling and smoking for sometime, got up and went to bed. She, however, remained where she wasseated--or rather crouched--for she knew that she could not sleep.
How could she sleep?
First, she was not feeling well. The kick she had received in herside had produced a slight, dull, gnawing soreness; moreover, shefelt--or at least she fancied she could feel--a gnawing pain; it wasnot much of a pain, only it seemed as if a watch were ticking therewithin her. She shuddered and felt sick, a cold sweat gathered on herbrow, and she trembled from head to foot.
Some women in her state--she had heard--never got over theconsequences of a blow; perhaps the kick might produce mortification,and then in a few days she would die. Yes, she felt as if she hadreceived an inward incurable bruise. Well, after all, it was butright; she had deceived her husband; he had revenged himself. Nowthey were quits.
Still tears started to her eyes, and sobs rose to her throat.
Well, after all, she thought, what did it matter if she died? Thiswretched life would be over.
Only----
Only what?
Yes, she avowed it to herself; she longed to see Uros' fond face oncemore before dying. With her hand locked in his, her eyes gazing uponhim, death would have almost been bliss.
With a repressed and painful yearning, her lover's name at lastescaped her lips.
Radonic, who had been snoring as if he was about to suffocate,uttered a kind of snorting sound, then he started and woke with afearful curse on his lips.
Milena, shuddering, uttered a half-stifled cry.
"What is the matter?" she asked.
"Nothing, I was only dreaming. I thought that a young sailor, whom Ionce crippled with a kick, had gripped me by my neck, and was chokingme."
"It must have been the _morina_" (the nightmare) "sitting on you,"and Milena crossed herself.
"How is it you are not in bed?" he asked, scowling.
She did not speak for an instant.
He started up to look at her.
"Perhaps that villain is sneaking about the house, and you wish towarn him?"
"Your jealousy really drives you mad."
"Well, then, will you speak? Why are you not yet in bed?"
"I--I don't feel exactly well."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"The kick you gave me," she retorted, falteringly.
"Why, I hardly touched you! well, you are getting mighty delicate;you ought to have had the kick I gave that sailor lad, then you wouldhave known the strength of my foot!"
"Yes, but----" She checked herself, and then added: "Women aredelicate."
"Oh! so you are going to be a grand lady, and be delicate, are you?Who ever heard of a Montenegrin being delicate?" Then he added: "Ifyou don't feel well, go to bed and try to sleep."
Thereupon he turned on the other side, and began to snore very soonafterwards.
Milena began to think of what had been and might have been.
She had sinned, foolishly, thoughtlessly; but since that fatal nightshe had never known a single moment's happiness. As time passed, theheinousness of her sin rose up before her, more dreadful, moreappalling.
Still, was it the sin itself, or its dire consequences, that renderedher so moody, so timorous?
She never asked herself such a question; she only knew that she nowstarted, like a guilty thing, at the slightest noise, and sheshivered if anybody spoke to her abruptly. At times she fanciedeverybody could read her guilt in her face.
She had been more than once tempted, of late, to tell her husbandthat, in some months, she would be a mother. Still, the words hadever stuck in her throat; she could never nerve herself enough tospeak.
Though he might probably never have got to know the real truth, couldshe tell him that _he_ was the father of her child, or, at least,allow him to think so? No, she could never do that, for it wasimpossible to act that lie the whole of her life. Could she see herhusband, returning from a long voyage, take in his arms and fondlethe child that was not his, the child that he would strangle if heknew whose it was?
Although an infant is the real, nay, the only bond of married life,still, the child of sin is a spectre ever rising 'twixt husband andwife, estranging them from one another for ever.
Then she had better confess her guilt at once. And bring about threedeaths? Aye, surely; Radonic was not a man to forgive. He hadcrippled a sailor lad for some trifle.
She must keep her secret a little longer--and then?
Thereupon she fell on her knees before the silver-clad image of theVirgin.
"Oh, holy Virgin, help me! for to whom can I turn for help but tothee? Help me, and I promise thee never to sin again, either by wordor action, all my life." And she kissed the icon devoutly. "Oh, holyVirgin, help me! for thou canst do any miracle thou likest. Showmercy upon me, and draw me from this sorrowful plight. I shall workhard, and get thee, with my earnings, as huge a taper as money canbuy.
"And thou, great St. George, who didst kill a dragon to save a maid,save me from Vranic; and every year, upon thy holy day, I shall burnincense and light a candle before thy picture, if thou wilt listen tomy prayer."
After that, feeling somewhat comforted, she went to bed, and at lastmanaged to fall asleep, notwithstanding the pain she felt in herside.
On the morrow Radonic went away as usual, and Milena was left alone.The day passed away slowly, gloomily. The weather was dull, sultry,oppressive. The sirocco that blew every now and then in fitful,silent gusts, was damp, stifling, heavy. A storm was brewing in theair overhead, and all around there was a lull, as if anxious Naturewere waiting in sullen expectation for its outburst. The earth wasfretful; the sky as peevish as a human being crossed in his designs.The hollow, rumbling noise in the clouds seemed the low grumbling ofcontained anger.
Everybody was more or less unsettled by the weather--Milena more thananyone else. As the day passed her nervousness increased, andsolitude grew to be oppressive.
Her husband, before leaving the house, had told her to go and spendthe evening at her kinswoman's, as a bee was to be held there; thewomen spun, and the men prepared stakes for the vines. Bellacic wasfond of company, and he liked to have people with merry faces aroundhim, helping him to while away the long evening hours; nor did hegrudge a helping hand to others, whenever his neighbours had any kindof work for him to do.
"I'll come there and fetch you as soon as I've settled my businesswith Vranic," said Radonic, going off.
Milena, understanding that her husband wanted her out of the way,decided upon remaining at home, and, possibly, preventing furthermischief.
The day had been dark and gloomy from morning; the clouds heapedoverhead grew always blacker, and kept coming down lower and everlower. Early in the afternoon the light began to wane. Her uneasinessincreased at approaching night. With the gloaming her thoughts grewdreary and dismal. She was afraid to remain at home; she was loth togo away. Unable to work any longer, she went outside to sit on thedoorstep and spin. Now, at last, the rain began, and lurid flasheswere seen through the several heaps and masses of clouds.
The lightning showed to her excited imagination not only numberlesswitches, morine and goblins, chasing and racing after each other likewithered leaves in a storm, but in that horrid landscape sheperceived murderous battles, hurtling onslaughts, fearful frays andbloodshed, followed by
She again advanced a step or two towards the hearth; and as she didso, she stumbled on something. She uttered a low, muffled cry as shealmost fell. On what had her foot caught? She bent down, and feltwith her hand. It seemed like the corpse of a man stretched out atfull length--a human creature wallowing in his own blood. A sickeningsense of fear, a feeling of faintness, came over her. She hardlydared to move. Her teeth were chattering; all her limbs weretrembling. Still, she managed to recover her self-possession, so asto grope and put her hand on the steel and flint. Still, such was herterror, that everything she touched assumed an uncouth, ungainly,weird shape. Having found the steel, she managed to strike a light.That faint glimmer dispelled her terror, and she asked herself howshe could have been so foolish as to take a coat lying on the floorfor a murdered man.
The thing that puzzled her was how that coat came to be lying thereon the floor. It was her husband's old _kabanica_, and it must havebeen left on some stool.
As all these thoughts flitted through her mind, a loud crack washeard--a jarring sound amidst the hushed stillness of the house.Milena shuddered; a hand seemed to grip her throat. Her heart stoppedfor a moment; then it began to throb and beat as if it were going toburst. She gasped for breath.
What was that ominous noise? The hoop of a tub had broken!
To the uninitiated this might seem a trifle, but to those versed inoccult lore it was a fearful omen. Someone was to die in that house,and this death was to happen soon, very soon; perhaps beforedaybreak.
She was so scared that she could not remain a moment longer in thathouse; so, wrapping herself up in her husband's old coat, shehastened out of the house. Just then Uros' last words sounded in herears:
"If you are alone and in trouble, go to my mother; she will not onlybe a friend to you, but love you as a daughter for my sake."
Her husband that morning had sent her to Mara's; she could not remainalone any longer; it was _Kismet_ that she should go. Besides, Vranicmight be coming now at any moment, and even if she swore to him thather husband had not started, he would not believe her; then she wouldonly excite her husband to greater wrath if he came and found himalone with her. No, on the whole, it was better by far to obey herhusband's behest; therefore, she started off. She ran quickly throughthe pouring rain, and never stopped till she was at Bellacic's door.
"Oh! Milena, is it you?" said Mara, her motherly eyes twinkling witha bright smile of welcome; "though, to tell you the real truth, Ialmost expected you."
"Why?"
"Because a big fly has been buzzing round me, telling me that someperson who is fond of me would come and see me. Oracles are alwaystrue; besides," added she, with a smile and a sly look, "just guessof what I've been dreaming?"
"Of black grapes, that bring good luck, I suppose."
"No, of doves; so I'll surely get a letter from Uros to-morrow or theday after."
Milena looked down demurely; she blushed; then, to turn away theconversation, she added:
"To-day, for a wonder, Radonic has sent me to pass the evening withyou; he'll come to fetch me later on--at least, he said he would."
"It is a wonder, indeed--why, what's come over him? He must have puton his coat inside out when he got up."
Milena thereupon told her friend why her husband did not want her athome.
"Anyhow, I'm very glad you've come, for I'm embroidering twowaistcoats--one for Uros, the other for Milenko--and my poor eyes aregetting rather weak, so you can help me a little with the finestitching."
"Radonic told me that some of your neighbours are coming to makestakes."
"Are they? My husband did not say anything about it."
After some time, Markovic and his wife, and several other neighbours,made their appearance.
As every man came in, he greeted Milena, and, seeing her alone, askedher where Radonic was. She, like a true Montenegrin, warded off thequestion by answering with a shrug of her shoulders and in anoff-hand way:
"May the devil take him, if I know where he is. I daresay he'll popup by-and-bye."
Etiquette not only requires a wife to avoid speaking of her husband,but also to eschew him completely when present, just as more northernpeople ignore entirely the name of certain indispensable articles ofclothing.
When all the guests were assembled, and such dainties as roastedIndian-corn, melon, pumpkin and sun-flower seeds were handed round,together with filberts and walnuts, then the bard (the honouredguest) was begged to sing them a song. The improvisatore, strokinghis long moustache and twisting its ends upwards that they might notbe too much in his way as he spoke, took down his _guzla_ and beganto scrape it by way of prelude. This was not, as amongst us, a signto begin whispered conversation in out of the way corners, or tostrike an attitude of bored sentimentality, for everybody listenednow with rapt attention.
THE FAITHLESS WIFE.
When Gjuro was about to start for war, And leave his wife alone within his hall, He fondly said: "Dear Jeljena, farewell, My faithful wife; I now hie to the camp, From whence I hope to come back soon; so for Thine own sweet sake and mine be true to me." In haste the wanton woman answered back: "Go, my loved lord, and God watch over thee." He had but gone beyond the gate, when she Took up a jug and went across the field To fetch fresh water from the fountain there; And having got unto the grassy glen, she saw A handsome youth, who had adorned his cap With flowers freshly culled from terebinth. And unto him the sprightly wife thus spoke: "Good day to thee, brave Petar; tell me, pray, Where hast thou bought those blossoms fresh and fair?" And he: "God grant thee health, O Gjuro's wife; They were not got for gold, they are a gift." Then Jelka hastened back to her own house, And to her room she called her trusted maid. "Now list," said she. "Go quick beyond the field And try to meet young Petar Latkovin; With terebinth you'll see his cap adorned. Say unto him: 'Fair youth, to thee I bear The greetings of good Gjuro's wife, and she Doth kindly beg that thou wilt sup with her, And spend the night in dalliance and delight-- And give her one fair flower from thy cap. The castle hath nine gates; the postern door Will ope for thee, now Gjuro is far off." The handmaid forthwith to the fountain sped, And found the youth. "Good day, my lord," said she. "Great Gjuro's winsome wife her greetings sends; She begs that thou will sup with her this night, And grant her those sweet sprays of terebinth. Nine gates our manor has; the small side door Will be left ope for thee, my handsome youth, As Gjuro is away." Then Petar thanked And longed that night might come. At dusk, with joy He to the castle sped. He put his steed In Gjuro's stall, and then his sword he hung Just in the place where Gjuro hung his own, And set his cap where Gjuro placed his casque. In mirth they supped, and sleep soon closed their eyes; But, lo! when midnight came, the wife did hear Her husband's voice that called: "My Jelka dear, Come, my loved wife, and open quick thy doors." Distracted with great fear, she from her bed Sprang down, scarce knowing what to do; but soon She hid the youth, then let her husband in. With feigning love she to his arms would fly, But he arrested her with frowning mien. "Why didst thou not call quick thy maiden up To come and ope at once these doors of thine?" "Sweet lord, believe a fond and faithful wife: Last night this maid of mine went off in pain To bed; she suffers from the ague, my lord; So I was loth, indeed, to call her up." "If this be true, you were quite right," quoth he; "Yet I do fear that all thy words are lies." "May God now strike me dumb, if all I spake Be aught than truth," said Jeljena at once. But frowning, Gjuro stood with folded arms: "Whose is that horse within my stall? and whose That cap a
A moment of deep silence followed; the men twisted their moustachessilently, the women stealthily wiped away their tears with the backof their hands.
"Gjuro was a brute!" at last broke out a youth, impetuously.
Nobody answered at once; then an elderly man said, slowly:
"Perhaps he was, but you are not a husband yet, Tripko; you are onlyin love. Adultery, amongst us, is no trifle, as it is in Venice, forinstance; we Slavs never forgive."
"I don't say he ought to have forgiven; in his place I might havestrangled her, but as for burning a woman alive, as a torch, I findit heinous!"
Milena, who had fancied herself in Jeljena's place, could not refrainher sobs any longer; moreover, it seemed to her as if her guilt hadbeen found out, and she wished the earth would open and swallow heralive.
"Oh, my poor Milena!" said Mara, soothingly, "you are tootender-hearted; it is only a _pisma_, after all." Then, turning toher neighbour, she added: "She has not been well for some days, andthen----" she lowered her voice to a whisper.
"I am sorry," said the bard, "that I upset you in this way but----"
"Oh! it is nothing, only I fancied I could see the poor womanburning; it was so dreadful!"
"Here," said Bellacic, "have a glass of _slivovitz_; it'll set youall right. Moreover, listen; I'll tell you a much finer story, onlypay great attention, for I'm not very clever at story-telling. Areyou all ears?"
"Yes," said Milena, smiling.
"Well, once upon a time, there was a man who had three dogs: thefirst was called Catch-it-quick; the second, Bring-it-back; and thethird, I-know-better. Now, one morning this man got up very early togo out hunting, so he called Catch-it-quick, Bring-it-back, and--and--how stupid I am! now I've forgotten the name of the other dog.Well, I said I wasn't good in telling stories; what was it?"
"I-know-better," interrupted Milena.
"No doubt you do, my dear, so perhaps you'll continue the storyyourself, as you know better."
Everybody laughed, and the gloom that had come over the company afterthe bard's story was now dispelled.
"Radonic is late; I'm afraid, Milena, if you went back home, you'dhave to prepare a stake for him," said Markovic. Then, turning to thebard: "Come, Stoyan, give us another _pisma_."
"Yes, but something merry," interrupted Tripko; "tell us some versesabout the great _Kraglievic_."
The bard, contrary to his wont, was sipping his glass of _slivovitz_very slowly; he now finished it and said:
"I'll try, though, to tell you the truth, I'm rather out of sortsthis evening; I really don't know why. There is an echo, as if of acrime, in the slightest noise, a smell of blood in every gust ofwind. Do you not hear anything? Well, perhaps, I am mistaken."
Everyone looked at one another wistfully, for they all knew that oldStoyan was something of a prophet.
"There! listen," said he, staring vacantly; "did you not hear?"
"No," said Bellacic; "what was it?"
"Only the heavy thud of a man falling like a corpse on the ground,"and as he said these words he crossed himself devoutly and mutteredto himself: "May the Lord forgive him, whoever he is." Thereuponeverybody present crossed himself, saying: "_Bog nas ovari._"
Milena shuddered and grew deathly pale; though she was not giftedwith second sight, she saw in her mind's eye something so dreadfulthat it almost made her faint with terror. Mara, seeing her ghastlypale, said:
"Come, give us this song, but let it be something brisk and merry,for the howling of the wind outside is like a funeral wail, and it isthat lament which makes us all so moody to-night."
"You are right, _gospodina_; besides, one man more or less--providedhe is no relation of ours--is really no great matter. How manythousands fell treacherously at Kossoro." Then, taking up his bow, hebegan to scrape the chord of his _guzla_, in a swift, jerking,sprightly way.
"What is it?" asked Bellacic.
And Stoyan replied, as he began to sing:
MARKO KRA
A falcon flies o'er Budua town; It bears a gleaming golden crest, Its wings are gilt, so is its breast; Of clear bright yellow is each claw, And with its sheen it lights the wold.
Then all the maids of Budua town Ask this fair sparkling bird of prey Why it is yellow and not grey? Who gilded it without a flaw? Who gave it that bright crest of gold?
And to the maids of Budua town That falcon shy did thus reply: Listen, ye maids, and know that I Belong to Mark the warrior brave, Who is as fair as he is bold.
His sisters dwell in Budua town The first, the fairest of the two, Painted my claws a yellow hue, And gilt my wings; great Marko gave To me this sparkling crest of gold.
He finished, and then, as it was getting late, everyone began to wishBellacic and Mara good-night and to go off. Several of the guestsoffered to see Milena home, but the _domacica_ insisted that herkinswoman should remain and spend the night with her, and Milenaconsented full willingly, for she dreaded going back home.
When all the guests had gone, Mara took Milena in bed with her; butshe, poor thing, could not find rest, for the words of the bard keptever ringing in her ears. Then she saw again the great-coat lying onthe floor, looking like a corpse; and, in the howling wind, shethought she heard a voice calling for help. Who was it? Radonic orVranic?
It was only the wind howling outside through the trees, creepingslily along the whitewashed walls of the houses, stealthily trying tofind some small cranny wherein to creep, then shrieking with a shrillcry of exultation when it had come to an open window, or when,discovering some huge keyhole, it could whistle undisturbed.
At last, just as Milena began to get drowsy, and her heavy eyelidswere almost closed, she again saw the _kabanica_, which had--somehours ago--been lying on the floor, rise and twist itself into themost grotesque and fantastic attitudes, then--almost hidden under thehood--Vranic's face making mouths at her. She opened her eyes widely,and although consciousness had now returned, and she knew that thegreat-coat had been left in the other room, still she saw it plainlydancing and capering like a monkey. She shivered and shuddered; sheclosed her eyes not to see it; still, it became ever more distinct.Then she buried her face in the pillow, and covered up her head inthe sheet; then by degrees a feeling of drowsiness came over her, andjust as she was going off to sleep the _kabanica_, which was standingerect, fell all at once to the ground with a mighty thud that almostshook the whole house, and even seemed to precipitate her down somebottomless hole. In her terror she clutched at Mara, who was fastasleep, and woke her.
"What's the matter?" asked the elderly woman.
"I heard a loud voice; didn't you hear it?"
"No, I had just dropped off to sleep."
Thereupon both the women listened, but the house was perfectly quiet.
"What kind of a noise was it?"
"Like a man falling heavily on the ground."
"You must have been dreaming; Stoyan's words frightened you, that'sall, unless the cat or the dog knocked something down. You know, atnight every noise sounds strange, uncouth, whilst in the day-timewe'd never notice them. Now, the best thing you can do is to try andgo off to sleep."
Alas! why are we not like the bird that puts its head under its wingand banishes at once the outer world from its view. Every endeavourshe made to bring about oblivion seemed, on the contrary, tostimulate her to wakefulness, and thereby frustrate her efforts.Sleepiness only brought on mental irritation, instead of soft, drowsyrest. The most gloomy thoughts came into her mind. Why had herhusband not come to fetch her? Perhaps Vranic, seeing himselfdiscovered, had stabbed him to death. Then she thought that, in thiscase, all her trouble would be at an end. Thereupon she crossedherself devoutly, and uttered a prayer that her husband might not bemurdered, even if he had been cruel to her. Still, she was quite surethat, if Radonic ever discovered her guilt, he would surely murderher--burn her, perhaps, like Gjuro had done.
Thereupon she heard the elderly man's slow and grave voice ringing inher ears:
"Slavs never forgive. Adultery amongst us is no trifle, as it is inVenice."
She shuddered with terror. Every single word as it had been utteredhad sunk deep into her breast, like drops of burning wax falling fromJeljena's gown. Each one was like the stab of a sharp knife cuttingher to the quick.
Then again she fancied that Stoyan had sung that _pisma_ only totaunt her.
She had once heard the _pop_ read in the Bible about an adulteress inJerusolim who was to be stoned to death.
Had not every word that evening been a stone thrust at her? What wasshe to do? What was to become of her? Once entangled in the net ofsin, every effort we make to get out of it seems to make us flounderdeeper in its fatal meshes.
All these thoughts tortured and harassed her, burning tears were evertrickling down her cheeks, her weary head was aching as she tossedabout, unable to go off to sleep, unable to find rest; nay, acreepiness had come over all her limbs, as if a million ants weregoing up and down her legs.
How glad she was at last to see through the curtainless window thefirst glimmer of dawn dispel the darkness of the night--the long,dreary, unending night.
"You have had a bad night," said Mara. "I heard you turning andtossing about, but I thought it better not to speak to you. I supposeit was the bed. I'm like you, I always lose my sleep in a new bed."
"Oh, no!" said Milena. "I was anxious."
"About your husband? Perhaps he got drunk and went off to sleep."
As soon as Milena was dressed she wanted to go off, but Mara wouldnot allow her.
"First, your husband said he'd come and fetch you, so you must staywith us till he comes; then, remember you promised to help me with myembroidery, so I can't let you go."
"No, I'm too anxious about Radonic. You know, he's so hasty."
"Yes, he's a brute, I know."
"Besides, I can't get the bard's words out of my head."
"In fact, poor thing, you are looking quite ill. Anyhow, I'll notallow you to go alone, so you must wait till I've put the house inorder, and then I'll go with you."
As soon as breakfast was over, and Bellacic was out of the house,Mara got ready. She little knew that, though Milena was anxious tofind out the dreadful truth of that night's mystery, she was in herheart very loth to return home.
Just as Mara was near the door, she, like all women, forgot somethingand had to go in, for--what she called--a minute. Milena stepped outalone. First, as she pushed the door open, the hinges gave a mostunpleasant grating sound. She shivered, for this was a very bad omen.Then a cat mewed. Milena crossed herself. And, as if all this werenot enough, round the corner came an old lame hag whom she knew. Theold woman stopped.
"What, _gospa_! is it you? and where are you going so early in themorning?"
Milena shuddered, and her teeth chattered in such a way that shecould hardly answer her. It was very bad to meet an old woman in themorning; worse still, a lame old woman; worst of all, to be askedwhere you are going.
The best thing on such a day would be to go back in-doors, and donothing at all; for everything undertaken would go all wrong.
The old woman's curiosity having been satisfied, she hobbled away,and soon disappeared, leaving Milena more dejected and forlorn eventhan she had been before.
Mara came out, and found her ghastly pale; she tried to laugh thematter over, though she, too, felt that it was really no laughingmatter. Weary and worn, poor Milena dragged herself homewards, buther knees seemed as if they were broken, and her limbs almost refusedto carry her.
Soon they came in sight of the house; all the windows and the doorswere shut--evidently Radonic was not at home.
"I wonder where he is," said Milena to her friend.
"Probably he has gone to our house to look for you. If you had onlywaited a little! Now he'll say that we wanted to get rid of you."
At last they were at the door.
"And now," said Mara, "probably the house is locked, and you'll haveto
She had hardly uttered these words, when they heard someone call out:
"Gospa Mara! gospa Mara!"
Then turning round, they saw a youth running up to them.
"What! is it you, Todor Teodorovic? and when did you come back?"quoth Mara.
"We came back last evening."
"Perhaps you met the _Spera in Dio_ on your voyage?"
"Yes, we met the brig at Zara, but as she had somewhat suffered fromthe storm, she was obliged to go to Nona for repairs, as all thebuilding yards of Zara were busy."
Thereupon, he began to expatiate very learnedly about the nature ofthe damage the ship had suffered, but Mara interrupted him--
"And how was Uros? did you see him?"
"Oh, yes! he was quite well."
Then he began to tell Mara all about the lives Uros and Milenko hadsaved, and how gallantly they had endangered their own. "But," addedhe, "our captain has a letter for you, _gospa_."
"There, I told you I'd have a letter to-day; I had dreamt of doves,and when I see doves or horses in my sleep, I always get some newsthe day afterwards," said Mara, turning to her friend, but Milena haddisappeared.
Todor Teodorovic having found a willing listener, an occurrence whichhappened but very seldom with him, began to tell Mara all about therepairs the _Spera in Dio_ would have to undergo, and also how longthey would stay at Nona, their approximate cost, and so forth, andMara listened because anything that related to her son wasinteresting to her.
Milena had stood for a few moments on the doorstep, but when sheheard that Uros was quite well, she slipped unperceived into thehouse. She felt so oppressed as she went in that she almost fanciedshe was going to meet her death.
Was it for the last time she went into that house? Would she evercome out of it again?
Her hand was on the latch, she pressed it down; it yielded, the dooropened. Perhaps Radonic had come home late, drunk, and he was therenow sleeping himself sober. If this were the case, she would have abad day of it; he was always so fretful and peevish on the day thatfollowed a drinking bout.
How dark the room was; all the shutters were tightly shut, anddazzled as she was by the broad daylight, she could not see theslightest thing in that dark room.
Her heart was beating so loud that she fancied it was going to burst;she panted for breath, she shrank within herself, appalled as she wasby that overpowering darkness. She dreaded to stretch out her handand grope about, for it seemed to her as if she would be seized bysome invisible foe, lying there in wait for her.
Just then, as she was staring in front of her, with widely-openedeyes, the _kabanica_, as she had seen it the evening before, roseslowly, gravely, silently, from the floor, and stood upright beforeher.
That gloomy ghost of a garment detached itself from the surroundingdarkness and glided up to her, bending forward with outstretchedarms. No face was to be seen, for the head was quite concealed by thehood. And yet she fancied Vranic's livid face must be there, nearher.
She almost crouched down, oppressed by that ghostly garment; sheshrank back with terror, and yet she knew that the phantom in frontof her only existed in her morbid imagination.
To nerve herself to courage, she turned round to cast a glance atUros' mother, and convince herself that she was still there, withinreach at a few steps; then, with averted head, she went in.
She turned round; the phantom of the _kabanica_ had disappeared. Shewas by the hearth. What was she to do now? First, open the shuttersand have some light. She turned towards the right.
All at once she stumbled on the very spot where, the evening before,she had caught and entangled her foot in the great-coat. A man waslying there now, apparently dead. She uttered a piercing cry as shefell on a cold, lifeless body. Then, as she fell, she fainted.
Mara and Todor, hearing the cry, rushed into the house. They openedthe shutters, and then they saw Milena lying on the floor, all of aheap, upon an outstretched body. They lifted her up and laid her onthe bed; then they went to examine the man, who was extended at fulllength by the hearth, wrapped up in his huge great-coat.
"There is no blood about him," said Todor; "he, therefore, must bedrunk, and asleep."
Still, when they touched his limbs, they found that they were stiffand stark, anchylosed by the rigid sleep of death.
Mara pushed back the hood of the _kabanica_, and then she saw a sightwhich she never forgot the whole of her life.
She saw Vranic's face staring at her in the most horrible contortionsof overpowering pain. His distorted mouth was widely open, like ahuge black hole; out of it, his slimy, bloody, dark tongueprotruded--dreadful to behold. His nostrils were fiercely dilated.Still, worst of all, his eyes, with their ugly cast, started--squinting, glazed and bloodshot--out of their sockets. The hair ofhis face and of his head was bristling frightfully; his ghastlycomplexion was blotched with livid spots. It was, indeed, a gruesomesight, especially seen so unexpectedly.
All around his neck he bore the traces of strangulation, for Radonic,who had promised not to use a knife, had been true to his word.
Mara, shuddering, made the sign of the Cross. She pulled the hood ofthe coat over the corpse's face, and then went to nurse Milena;whilst Todor Teodorovic, who had, at last, found a topic ofconversation worth being listened to, went out to call for help.