Rezanov [76]
and scarlet, Don Jose a blue velvet serape, embroid- ered in gold with the arms of Spain.
As they dismounted Rezanov bowed ceremoni- ously to the party on the corridor, and they returned his salutation gravely, suddenly silent. He walked directly over to Concha.
"We will go in together," he said. "It matters nothing what they think. I kneel beside no one else."
And Concha, with the air of leading an honored guest to the banquet, turned and walked with him into the dark little church.
"Why did you not wear a white mantilla?" he whispered. "I do not like that black thing."
"I am not a bride. I knew we should kneel to- gether--it would have been ridiculous. And I could not wear a colored reboso to-day."
"I should have liked to fancy we were here for our nuptials. Delusions pass but are none the less sweet for that."
They knelt before the altar, the Commandante, Dona Ignacia, Luis, Santiago, Rafaella Sal and Elena Castro just behind; the rest of the party, their bright garments shimmering vaguely in the gloom, as they listened; and enough fervent prayers went up to insure the health and safety of the de- parting guests for all their lives.
Rezanov, who had much on his mind, stared moodily at the altar until Concha, who had bowed her head almost to her knees, finished her suppli- cation; then their eyes turned and met simultane- ously. For a moment their brains did swim in the delusion that the priest with his uplifted hands pro- nounced benediction upon their nuptials, that proba- tion was over and union nigh. But Father Abella dismissed all with the same blessing, and they shiv- ered as they rose and walked slowly down the church.
Dona Ignacia took her husband's arm, and mut- tering that she feared a chill, hurried the others before her. The priests had gone to the sacristy. Before they reached the door Rezanov and Concha were alone.
His hands fell heavily on her shoulders.
"Concha," he said, "I shall come back if I live. I make no foolish vows, so idle between us. There is only one power that can prevent our marriage in this church not later than two years from to-day. And although I am in the very fulness of my health and strength, with my work but begun, and all my happiness in the future, and even to a less sanguine man it would seem that his course had many years to run, still have I seen as much as any man of the inconsequence of life, of the insignificance of the individual, his hopes, ambitions, happiness, and even usefulness, in the complicated machinery of natural laws. It may be that I shall not come back. But I wish to take with me your promise that if I have not returned at the end of two years or you have received no reason for my detention, you will be- lieve that I am dead. There would be but one in- supportable drop in the bitterness of death, the doubt of your faith in my word and my love. Are you too much of a woman to curb your imagination in a long unbroken silence?"
"I have learned so much that one lesson more is no tax on my faith. And I no longer live in a world of little things. I promise you that I shall never falter nor doubt."
He bent his head and kissed her for the first time without passion, but solemnly, as had their nuptials indeed been accomplished, and the greater mystery of spiritual union isolated them for a moment in that twilight region where the mortal part did not enter.
As they left the church they saw that all the In- dians of the Mission and neighborhood, in a gala of color, had gathered to cheer the Russians as they rode away. Concha was to return as she had come, beside the carreta of her mother, and as Rezanov mounted his horse she stood staring with unseeing eyes on the brilliant, animated scene. Suddenly she heard a suppressed sob, and felt a touch on her skirt. She looked round and saw Rosa, kneeling close to the church. For a moment she continued to stare, hardly comprehending, in the intense con- centration of her faculties, that tangible beings, other than herself and Rezanov, still moved on the earth. Then her
As they dismounted Rezanov bowed ceremoni- ously to the party on the corridor, and they returned his salutation gravely, suddenly silent. He walked directly over to Concha.
"We will go in together," he said. "It matters nothing what they think. I kneel beside no one else."
And Concha, with the air of leading an honored guest to the banquet, turned and walked with him into the dark little church.
"Why did you not wear a white mantilla?" he whispered. "I do not like that black thing."
"I am not a bride. I knew we should kneel to- gether--it would have been ridiculous. And I could not wear a colored reboso to-day."
"I should have liked to fancy we were here for our nuptials. Delusions pass but are none the less sweet for that."
They knelt before the altar, the Commandante, Dona Ignacia, Luis, Santiago, Rafaella Sal and Elena Castro just behind; the rest of the party, their bright garments shimmering vaguely in the gloom, as they listened; and enough fervent prayers went up to insure the health and safety of the de- parting guests for all their lives.
Rezanov, who had much on his mind, stared moodily at the altar until Concha, who had bowed her head almost to her knees, finished her suppli- cation; then their eyes turned and met simultane- ously. For a moment their brains did swim in the delusion that the priest with his uplifted hands pro- nounced benediction upon their nuptials, that proba- tion was over and union nigh. But Father Abella dismissed all with the same blessing, and they shiv- ered as they rose and walked slowly down the church.
Dona Ignacia took her husband's arm, and mut- tering that she feared a chill, hurried the others before her. The priests had gone to the sacristy. Before they reached the door Rezanov and Concha were alone.
His hands fell heavily on her shoulders.
"Concha," he said, "I shall come back if I live. I make no foolish vows, so idle between us. There is only one power that can prevent our marriage in this church not later than two years from to-day. And although I am in the very fulness of my health and strength, with my work but begun, and all my happiness in the future, and even to a less sanguine man it would seem that his course had many years to run, still have I seen as much as any man of the inconsequence of life, of the insignificance of the individual, his hopes, ambitions, happiness, and even usefulness, in the complicated machinery of natural laws. It may be that I shall not come back. But I wish to take with me your promise that if I have not returned at the end of two years or you have received no reason for my detention, you will be- lieve that I am dead. There would be but one in- supportable drop in the bitterness of death, the doubt of your faith in my word and my love. Are you too much of a woman to curb your imagination in a long unbroken silence?"
"I have learned so much that one lesson more is no tax on my faith. And I no longer live in a world of little things. I promise you that I shall never falter nor doubt."
He bent his head and kissed her for the first time without passion, but solemnly, as had their nuptials indeed been accomplished, and the greater mystery of spiritual union isolated them for a moment in that twilight region where the mortal part did not enter.
As they left the church they saw that all the In- dians of the Mission and neighborhood, in a gala of color, had gathered to cheer the Russians as they rode away. Concha was to return as she had come, beside the carreta of her mother, and as Rezanov mounted his horse she stood staring with unseeing eyes on the brilliant, animated scene. Suddenly she heard a suppressed sob, and felt a touch on her skirt. She looked round and saw Rosa, kneeling close to the church. For a moment she continued to stare, hardly comprehending, in the intense con- centration of her faculties, that tangible beings, other than herself and Rezanov, still moved on the earth. Then her