[The Cloister and the Hearth by Charles Reade]@TWC D-Link bookThe Cloister and the Hearth CHAPTER XXV 5/25
I am not touched; I feel no pain anywhere." "You? you only feel when another is hurt," cried Denys, with great emotion; and throwing himself on his knees, he examined Gerard's leg with glistening eyes. "Quick! quick! before it stiffens," he cried, and hurried him on. "Who makes the coil about nothing now ?" inquired Gerard composedly. Denys's reply was a very indirect one. "Be pleased to note," said he, "that I have a bad heart.
You were man enough to save my life, yet I must sneer at you, a novice in war.
Was not I a novice once myself? Then you fainted from a wound, and I thought you swooned for fear, and called you a milksop.
Briefly, I have a bad tongue and a bad heart." "Denys!" "Plait-il ?" "You lie." "You are very good to say so, little one, and I am eternally obliged to you," mumbled the remorseful Denys. Ere they had walked many furlongs, the muscles of the wounded leg contracted and stiffened, till presently Gerard could only just put his toe to the ground, and that with great pain. At last he could bear it no longer. "Let me lie down and die," he groaned, "for this is intolerable." Denys represented that it was afternoon, and the nights were now frosty; and cold and hunger ill companions; and that it would be unreasonable to lose heart, a certain great personage being notoriously defunct.
So Gerard leaned upon his axe, and hobbled on; but presently he gave in, all of a sudden, and sank helpless in the road. Denys drew him aside into the wood, and to his surprise gave him his crossbow and bolts, enjoining him strictly to lie quiet, and if any ill-looking fellows should find him out and come to him, to bid them keep aloof; and should they refuse, to shoot them dead at twenty paces. "Honest men keep the path; and, knaves in a wood, none but fools do parley with them." With this he snatched up Gerard's axe, and set off running--not, as Gerard expected, towards Dusseldorf, but on the road they had come. Gerard lay aching and smarting; and to him Rome, that seemed so near at starting, looked far, far off, now that he was two hundred miles nearer it.
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