书城公版The Count of Monte Cristo
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Presently he made such a sudden movement that I was paralyzed with fear.Then, without taking his eyes from the object which had first attracted his attention, he asked for his telescope.My mother gave it him.and as she did so, looked whiter than the marble against which she leaned.Isaw my father's hand tremble.`A boat! -- two! -- three!'

murmured my, father; -- `four!' He then arose, seizing his arms and priming his pistols.`Vasiliki,' said he to my mother, trembling perceptibly, `the instant approaches which will decide everything.In the space of half an hour we shall know the emperor's answer.Go into the cavern with Haidee.' -- `I will not quit you,' said Vasiliki; `if you die, my lord, I will die with you.' -- `Go to Selim!' cried my father.`Adieu, my lord,' murmured my mother, determining quietly to await the approach of death.`Take away Vasiliki!' said my father to his Palikares.

"As for me, I had been forgotten in the general confusion; Iran toward Ali Tepelini; he saw me hold out my arms to him, and he stooped down and pressed my forehead with his lips.

Oh, how distinctly I remember that kiss! -- it was the last he ever gave me, and I feel as if it were still warm on my forehead.On descending, we saw through the lattice-work several boats which were gradually becoming more distinct to our view.At first they appeared like black specks, and now they looked like birds skimming the surface of the waves.

During this time, in the kiosk at my father's feet, were seated twenty Palikares, concealed from view by an angle of the wall and watching with eager eyes the arrival of the boats.They were armed with their long guns inlaid with mother-of-pearl and silver, and cartridges in great numbers were lying scattered on the floor.My father looked at his watch, and paced up and down with a countenance expressive of the greatest anguish.This was the scene which presented itself to my view as I quitted my father after that last kiss.My mother and I traversed the gloomy passage leading to the cavern.Selim was still at his post, and smiled sadly on us as we entered.We fetched our cushions from the other end of the cavern, and sat down by Selim.In great dangers the devoted ones cling to each other; and, young as I was, Iquite understood that some imminent danger was hanging over our heads."Albert had often heard -- not from his father, for he never spoke on the subject, but from strangers -- the description of the last moments of the vizier of Yanina; he had read different accounts of his death, but the story seemed to acquire fresh meaning from the voice and expression of the young girl, and her sympathetic accent and the melancholy expression of her countenance at once charmed and horrified him.As to Haidee, these terrible reminiscences seemed to have overpowered her for a moment, for she ceased speaking, her head leaning on her hand like a beautiful flower bowing beneath the violence of the storm; and her eyes gazing on vacancy indicated that she was mentally contemplating the green summit of the Pindus and the blue waters of the lake of Yanina, which, like a magic mirror, seemed to reflect the sombre picture which she sketched.Monte Cristo looked at her with an indescribable expression of interest and pity.

"Go on," said the count in the Romaic language.

Haidee looked up abruptly, as if the sonorous tones of Monte Cristo's voice had awakened her from a dream; and she resumed her narrative."It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and although the day was brilliant out-of-doors, we were enveloped in the gloomy darkness of the cavern.One single, solitary light was burning there, and it appeared like a star set in a heaven of blackness; it was Selim's flaming lance.My mother was a Christian, and she prayed.

Selim repeated from time to time the sacred words: `God is great!' However, my mother had still some hope.As she was coming down, she thought she recognized the French officer who had been sent to Constantinople, and in whom my father placed so much confidence; for he knew that all the soldiers of the French emperor were naturally noble and generous.She advanced some steps towards the staircase, and listened.

`They are approaching,' said she; `perhaps they bring us peace and liberty!' -- `What do you fear, Vasiliki?' said Selim, in a voice at once so gentle and yet so proud.`If they do not bring us peace, we will give them war; if they do not bring life, we will give them death.' And he renewed the flame of his lance with a gesture which made one think of Dionysus of Crete.* But I, being only a little child, was terrified by this undaunted courage, which appeared to me both ferocious and senseless, and I recoiled with horror from the idea of the frightful death amidst fire and flames which probably awaited us.

* The god of fruitfulness in Grecian mythology.In Crete he was supposed to be slain in winter with the decay of vegetation and to revive in the spring.Haidee's learned reference is to the behavior of an actor in the Dionysian festivals.-- Ed.

"My mother experienced the same sensations, for I felt her tremble.`Mamma, mamma,' said I, `are we really to be killed?' And at the sound of my voice the slaves redoubled their cries and prayers and lamentations.`My child,' said Vasiliki, `may God preserve you from ever wishing for that death which to-day you so much dread!' Then, whispering to Selim, she asked what were her master's orders.`If he send me his poniard, it will signify that the emperor's intentions are not favorable, and I am to set fire to the powder; if, on the contrary, he send me his ring, it will be a sign that the emperor pardons him, and I am to extinguish the match and leave the magazine untouched.' -- `My friend,'

said my mother, `when your master's orders arrive, if it is the poniard which he sends, instead of despatching us by that horrible death which we both so much dread, you will mercifully kill us with this same poniard, will you not?' --`Yes, Vasiliki,' replied Selim tranquilly.