Riders of the Silences | Page 2

with a caress, and when he
spoke the softening which could not appear in the rigid features came
into his voice and made it lower and deeper.
"One."
Father Anthony started in astonishment, as one might start to hear a
divine prophet admit a mistake, but being wise he remained silent,
waiting. Jean Paul Victor peered into space.
"Pierre Ryder. He is like a pleasant summer, and I"--he clasped his
colorless hands--"am frozen--frozen to the heart."
Still Father Anthony waited, but his eyes were like diamonds for

brightness.
"He shall carry on my mission in the north. I, who am silent, have done
much; but Pierre sings, and he will do more. I had to fight my first
battle to conquer my own stubborn soul, and the battle left me weak for
the great work in the snows, but Pierre will not fight that battle, for I
have trained him."
He repeated after a pause: "For those who sing forget themselves and
their weariness. I, Jean Paul Victor, have never sung."
He bowed his head, submitting to the judgment of God.
"This letter is for him. Shall we not carry it to him? For two days I have
not seen Pierre."
Father Anthony winced.
He said: "Do you deny yourself even the pleasure of the lad's company?
Alas, Father Victor, you forge your own spurs and goad yourself with
your own hands. What harm is there in being often with the lad?"
The sneer returned to the lips of Jean Paul Victor.
"The purpose would be lost--lost to my eyes and lost to his--the
purpose for which I have lived and for which he shall live--the purpose
to which you are dedicated, Gabrielle Antoine Anthony."
He relented in his fierceness, and continued with the strange gentle note
in his voice: "Our love for the young, it is like a vine that climbs
through the branches of a strong tree. When the vine is young it may be
taken away in safety and both the tree and the vine will live, but if it
grows old it will kill the tree when the vine is torn away.
"I am the strong tree, and Pierre has grown into my heart. It is time that
he be torn away. He is almost ready. The work is prepared. He must
start forth."
Even while he announced his purpose the sweat poured out on his

forehead. He rose and paced noiselessly up and down the bare room,
his black robe catching around the long, bony legs. Father Anthony
drew a great breath. At last Jean Paul Victor could speak again.
"In all the history of our order, there is hardly one man who will go out
armed like Pierre Ryder. He is young, he is strong, he is fearless, he is
pure of heart and single of mind. He has never tasted wine; he has
never looked wrongly on a woman."
"A prodigy--but it is your work."
"Mine--all mine!"
The whole soul of the man stood up in his eyes in a fierce triumph.
"Hear how I worked. When I first saw him he was a child, a baby, but
he came to me and took one finger of my hand in his small fist and
looked up to me. Ah, Gabrielle the smile of an infant goes to the heart
swifter than the thrust of a knife! I looked down upon him and thought
many things, and I knew that I was chosen to teach the child. There was
a voice that spoke in me. You will smile, but even now I think I can
hear it."
"I swear to you that I believe," said Father Anthony, and his voice
trembled.
"Another man would have given Pierre a Bible and a Latin grammar
and a cell. I gave him the testament and the grammar; I gave him also
the wild north country to say his prayers in and patter his Latin. I taught
his mind, but I did not forget his body.
"He is to go out among wild men. He must have strength of the spirit.
He must also have a strength of the body that they will understand and
respect. How else can he translate for them the truths of the Holy Spirit?
Every day of his life I have made him handle firearms. Other men think,
and aim, and fire; Pierre thinks and shoots, and has forgotten how to
miss.

"He goes among wild men. These lessons must be learned. He is a
soldier of God. He can ride a horse standing; he can run a hundred
miles in a day behind a dog-team. He can wrestle and fight with his
hands, for I have brought skilled men to teach him. I have made him a
thunderbolt to hurl among the ignorant and the