The Waters of Edera by Ouida--Delphi Classics (Illustrated) by Ouida

Author:Ouida [OUIDA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Parts Edition 16 of 28 by Delphi Classics
Publisher: Delphi Classics (Parts Edition)
Published: 2017-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

XI

Adone’s sight was troubled as soon as he passed out of the dusky room into the blaze of noonday sunshine. His eyes seemed filled with blood. His brain was dizzy. That which had been his sheet-anchor in all doubts and contrition, his faith in and his reverence for Don Silverio, availed him nothing now. A blind sympathy with his most violent instincts was the only thing which could now content or console him.

He was in that state to which all counsels of moderation appear but so much treason and unkindness. As he went out of the priest’s house in that dazzling light, a hand caught his sleeve and that young flutelike voice of which he had thought murmured to him —

“Adone! what tidings? What has he told you?”

Nerina, having run across the bridge and up the street after the little dog, had seen him and Don Silverio enter, and had waited for Adone to come out of the house.

Adone pushed her away.

“Let me be!” he said impatiently. “It is all bad — bad — bad. Bad as ill-blood. Bad as crime.”

She clung to his arm nevertheless.

“Come into the church and tell me. No one cares as I do.”

“Poor little soul!”

He let her draw him into the great porch of the church and thence into the church itself; it was dark, as it always was, cold as an autumn evening, damp even in the canicular heat.

“No one will hear; tell me!” said the child.

He told her.

“And what are you to do?” she asked, her eyes dilated with horror.

“According to him,” said Adone bitterly, “I am to be meek and helpless as the heifer which goes to the slaughter. Men must not resist what the law permits.”

Nerina was mute. To dispute what Don Silverio said was like blasphemy to her; she honoured him with all her soul, but she loved Adone.

She loved the Edera water too; that fair green rippling water, on whose bank she had sat naked under the dock leaves the day the two rams had fought. That which was threatened was an unholy, wicked, cruel robbery. Was it indeed necessary to yield to it in submission?

She remembered a saying of Baruffo’s: “If a man stand up to me I leave him some coins in his pocket, some life in his body; but if he crouch and cringe I stick him in the throat. He is a craven.”

The doctrine of Baruffo seemed to her the more sound. It warmed the blood of the little Abruzzo-born maiden to recall it. In the high mountains and forests the meeker virtues are not greatly honoured.

She stood by Adone’s side, knitting her brows under her auburn curling locks, clenching her hands.

“Is there one who does this evil most of all?” she said at length. “One we could reach?”

“You are a brave child, Nerina!” said Adone, and his words made her proud. “I fear there is a crowd. Such men are like locusts; they come in swarms. But the first man who touches the water—”

“Shall sup of it and drown!”

The little girl added the words with a fierce joy in her great bright eyes.

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