The banks meeting behind were bare of a hedge, save such as was formed by disconnected tufts of furze, standing upon stems along the top, like impaled heads above a city wall.A white mast, fitted up with spars and other nautical tackle, could be seen rising against the dark clouds whenever the flames played brightly enough to reach it.Altogether the scene had much the appearance of a fortification upon which had been kindled a beacon fire.
Nobody was visible; but ever and anon a whitish something moved above the bank from behind, and vanished again.
This was a small human hand, in the act of lifting pieces of fuel into the fire, but for all that could be seen the hand, like that which troubled Belshazzar, was there alone.
Occasionally an ember rolled off the bank, and dropped with a hiss into the pool.
At one side of the pool rough steps built of clods enabled everyone who wished to do so to mount the bank; which the woman did.Within was a paddock in an uncultivated state, though bearing evidence of having once been tilled;but the heath and fern had insidiously crept in, and were reasserting their old supremacy.Further ahead were dimly visible an irregular dwelling-house, garden, and outbuildings, backed by a clump of firs.
The young lady--for youth had revealed its presence in her buoyant bound up the bank--walked along the top instead of descending inside, and came to the corner where the fire was burning.One reason for the permanence of the blaze was now manifest: the fuel consisted of hard pieces of wood, cleft and sawn--the knotty boles of old thorn trees which grew in twos and threes about the hillsides.
A yet unconsumed pile of these lay in the inner angle of the bank; and from this corner the upturned face of a little boy greeted her eves.He was dilatorily throwing up a piece of wood into the fire every now and then, a business which seemed to have engaged him a considerable part of the evening, for his face was somewhat weary.
"I am glad you have come, Miss Eustacia," he said, with a sigh of relief."I don't like biding by myself.""Nonsense.I have only been a little way for a walk.
I have been gone only twenty minutes."
"It seemed long," murmured the sad boy."And you have been so many times.""Why, I thought you would be pleased to have a bonfire.
Are you not much obliged to me for ****** you one?""Yes; but there's nobody here to play wi' me.""I suppose nobody has come while I've been away?""Nobody except your grandfather--he looked out of doors once for 'ee.I told him you were walking round upon the hill to look at the other bonfires.""A good boy."
"I think I hear him coming again, miss."
An old man came into the remoter light of the fire from the direction of the homestead.He was the same who had overtaken the reddleman on the road that afternoon.
He looked wistfully to the top of the bank at the woman who stood there, and his teeth, which were quite unimpaired, showed like parian from his parted lips.
"When are you coming indoors, Eustacia?" he asked.
"'Tis almost bedtime.I've been home these two hours, and am tired out.Surely 'tis somewhat childish of you to stay out playing at bonfires so long, and wasting such fuel.
My precious thorn roots, the rarest of all firing, that I laid by on purpose for Christmas--you have burnt 'em nearly all!""I promised Johnny a bonfire, and it pleases him not to let it go out just yet," said Eustacia, in a way which told at once that she was absolute queen here.
"Grandfather, you go in to bed.I shall follow you soon.
You like the fire, don't you, Johnny?"
The boy looked up doubtfully at her and murmured, "I don't think I want it any longer."Her grandfather had turned back again, and did not hear the boy's reply.As soon as the white-haired man had vanished she said in a tone of pique to the child, "Ungrateful little boy, how can you contradict me?
Never shall you have a bonfire again unless you keep it up now.Come, tell me you like to do things for me, and don't deny it."The repressed child said, "Yes, I do, miss," and continued to stir the fire perfunctorily.
"Stay a little longer and I will give you a crooked six-pence,"said Eustacia, more gently."Put in one piece of wood every two or three minutes, but not too much at once.
I am going to walk along the ridge a little longer, but I shall keep on coming to you.And if you hear a frog jump into the pond with a flounce like a stone thrown in, be sure you run and tell me, because it is a sign of rain.""Yes, Eustacia."
"Miss Vye, sir."
"Miss Vy--stacia."
"That will do.Now put in one stick more."The little slave went on feeding the fire as before.
He seemed a mere automaton, galvanized into moving and speaking by the wayward Eustacia's will.He might have been the brass statue which Albertus Magnus is said to have animated just so far as to make it chatter, and move, and be his servant.
Before going on her walk again the young girl stood still on the bank for a few instants and listened.
It was to the full as lonely a place as Rainbarrow, though at rather a lower level; and it was more sheltered from wind and weather on account of the few firs to the north.
The bank which enclosed the homestead, and protected it from the lawless state of the world without, was formed of thick square clods, dug from the ditch on the outside, and built up with a slight batter or incline, which forms no slight defense where hedges will not grow because of the wind and the wilderness, and where wall materials are unattainable.Otherwise the situation was quite open, commanding the whole length of the valley which reached to the river behind Wildeve's house.High above this to the right, and much nearer thitherward than the Quiet Woman Inn, the blurred contour of Rainbarrow obstructed the sky.
After her attentive survey of the wild slopes and hollow ravines a gesture of impatience escaped Eustacia.
