falter!"
Van Helsing laid a hand on his shoulder, and said,"Brave lad! A
moment's courage, and it is done. This stake must be driven through
her. It well be a fearful ordeal, be not deceived in that, but it
will be only a short time, and you will then rejoice more than your
pain was great. From this grim tomb you will emerge as though you
tread on air. But you must not falter when once you have begun.
Only think that we, your true friends, are round you, and that we
pray for you all the time."
"Go on,"said Arthur hoarsely."Tell me what I am to do."
"Take this stake in your left hand, ready to place to the point
over the heart, and the hammer in your right. Then when we begin
our prayer for the dead, I shall read him, I have here the book,
and the others shall follow, strike in God's name, that so all may
be well with the dead that we love and that the Un-Dead pass away."
Arthur took the stake and the hammer, and when once his mind was
set on action his hands never trembled nor even quivered. Van
Helsing opened his missal and began to read, and Quincey and I
followed as well as we could.
Arthur placed the point over the heart, and as I looked I could
see its dint in the white flesh. Then he struck with all his
might.
The thing in the coffin writhed, and a hideous, bloodcurdling
screech came from the opened red lips. The body shook and quivered
and twisted in wild contortions. The sharp white champed together
till the lips were cut, and the mouth was smeared with a crimson
foam. But Arthur never faltered. He looked like a figure of Thor as
his untrembling arm rose and fell, driving deeper and deeper the
mercybearing stake, whilst the blood from the pierced heart welled
and spurted up around it. His face was set, and high duty seemed to
shine through it. The sight of it gave us courage so that our
voices seemed to ring through the little vault.
And then the writhing and quivering of the body became less, and
the teeth seemed to champ, and the face to quiver. Finally it lay
still. The terrible task was over.still. The terrible task was over.
The hammer fell from Arthur's hand. He reeled and would have
fallen had we not caught him. The great drops of sweat sprang from
his forehead, and his breath came in broken gasps. It had indeed
been an awful strain on him, and had he not been forced to his task
by more than human considerations he could never have gone through
with it. For a few minutes we were so taken up with him that we did
not look towards the coffin. When we did, however, a murmur of
startled surprise ran from one to the other of us. We gazed so
eagerly that Arthur rose, for he had been seated on the ground, and
came and looked too, and then a glad strange light broke over his
face and dispelled altogether the gloom of horror that lay upon
it.
There, in the coffin lay no longer the foul Thing that we has so
dreaded and grown to hate that the work of her destruction was
yielded as a privilege to the one best entitled to it, but Lucy as
we had seen her in life, with her face of unequalled sweetness and
purity. True that there were there, as we had seen them in life,
the traces of care and pain and waste. But these were all dear to
us, for they marked her truth to what we knew. One and all we felt
that the holy calm that lay like sunshine over the wasted face and
form was only an earthly token and symbol of the calm that was to
reign for ever.
Van Helsing came and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder, and
said to him, "And now, Arthur my friend, dear lad, am I not
forgiven?"
The reaction of the terrible strain came as he took the old
man's hand in his, and raising it to his lips, pressed it, and
said, "Forgiven! God bless you that you have given my dear one her
soul again, and me peace." He put his hands on the Professor's
shoulder, and laying his head on his breast, cried for a while
silently, whilst we stood unmoving.
When he raised his head Van Helsing said to him, "And now, my
child, you may kiss her. Kiss her dead lips if you will, as she
would have you to, if for her to choose. For she is not a grinningwould have you to, if for her to choose. For she is not a grinning
devil now, not any more a foul Thing for all eternity. No longer
she is the devil's Un-Dead. She is God's true dead, whose soul is
with Him!"
Arthur bent and kissed her, and then we sent him and Quincey out
of the tomb. The Professor and I sawed the top off the stake,
leaving the point of it in the body. Then we cut off the head and
filled the mouth with garlic. We soldered up the leaden coffin,
screwed on the coffin lid, and gathering up our belongings, came
away. When the Professor locked the door he gave the key to
Arthur.
Outside the air was sweet, the sun shone, and the birds sang,
and it seemed as if all nature were tuned to a different pitch.
There was gladness and mirth and peace everywhere, for we were at
rest ourselves on one account, and we were glad, though it was with
a tempered joy.
Before we moved away Van Helsing said,"Now, my friends, one step
or our work is done, one the most harrowing to ourselves. But there
remains a greater task, to find out the author of all this or
sorrow and to stamp him out. I have clues which we can follow, but
it is a long task, and a difficult one, and there is danger in it,
and pain. Shall you not all help me? We have learned to believe,
all of us, is it not so? And since so, do we not see our duty? Yes!
And do we not promise to go on to the bitter end?"
Each in turn, we took his hand, and the promise was made. Then
said the Professor as we moved off, "Two nights hence you shall
meet with me and dine together at seven of the clock with friend
John. I shall entreat two others, two that you know not as yet, and
I shall be ready to all our work show and our plans unfold. Friend
John, you come with me home, for I have much to consult you about,
and you can help me. Tonight I leave for Amsterdam, but shall
return tomorrow night. And then begins our great quest. But first I
shall have much to say, so that you may know what to do and to
dread. Then our promise shall be made to each other anew. For theredread. Then our promise shall be made to each other anew. For there
is a terrible task before us, and once our feet are on the
ploughshare we must not draw back."