They moved along the mountain path. The moonlight was very bright, and there were rocks everywhere, and to Buttercup it all looked dead and yellow, like the moon. She had just spent several hours with three men who were openly planning to kill her. So why, she wondered, was she more frightened now than then? Who was the horrid hooded figure to strike fear in her so? What could be worse than dying? “I will pay you a great deal of money to release me,” she managed to say.
The man in black glanced at her. “You are rich, then?”
“I will be,” Buttercup said. “Whatever you want for ransom, I promise I’ll get it for you if you’ll let me go.”
The man in black just laughed.
“I was not speaking in jest.”
“You promise?You? I should release you onyour promise? What is that worth? The vow of a woman? Oh, that is very funny, Highness. Spoken in jest or not.” They proceeded along the mountain path to an open space. The man in black stopped then. There were a million stars fighting for prominence and for a moment he seemed to be intent on nothing less than studying them all, as Buttercup watched his eyes flick from constellation to constellation behind his mask.
Then, with no warning, he spun off the path, heading into wild terrain, pulling her behind him.
She stumbled; he pulled her to her feet; again she fell; again he righted her.
“I cannot move this quickly.”
“You can! And you will! Or you will suffer greatly. Do you think I could make you suffer greatly?”
Buttercup nodded.
“Thenrun !” cried the man in black, and he broke into a run himself, flying across rocks in the moonlight, pulling the Princess behind him.
She did her best to keep up. She was frightened as to what he would do to her, so she dared not fall again.
After five minutes, the man in black stopped dead. “Catch your breath,” he commanded.
Buttercup nodded, gasped in air, tried to quiet her heart. But then they were off again, with no warning, dashing across the mountainous terrain, heading . . .
“Where . . . do you take me?” Buttercup gasped, when he again gave her a chance to rest.
“Surely even someone as arrogant as you cannot expect me to give an answer.”
“It does not matter if you tell or not. He will find you.”
“ ‘He,’ Highness?”
“Prince Humperdinck. There is no greater hunter. He can track a falcon on a cloudy day; he can find you.”
“You have confidence that your dearest love will save you, do you?”
“I never said he was my dearest love, and yes, he will save me; that I know.”
“You admit you do not love your husband-to-be? Fancy. An honest woman. You’re a rare specimen, Highness.”
“The Prince and I have never from the beginning lied to each other. He knows I do not love him.”
“Are not capable of love is what you mean.”
“I’m very capable of love,” Buttercup said.
“Hold your tongue, I think.”
“I have loved more deeply than a killer like you can possibly imagine.”
He slapped her.
“That is the penalty for lying, Highness. Where I come from, when a woman lies, she is reprimanded.”
“But I spoke the truth, I did, I—” Buttercup saw his hand rise a second time, so she stopped quickly, fell dead silent.
Then they began to run again.
They did not speak for hours. They just ran, and then, as if he could guess when she was spent, he would stop, release her hand. She would try to catch her breath for the next dash she was sure would come. Without a sound, he would grab her and off they would go.
It was close to dawn when they first saw the Armada.
They were running along the edge of a towering ravine. They seemed almost to be at the top of the world. When they stopped, Buttercup sank down to rest. The man in black stood silently over her. “Your love comes, not alone,” he said then.
Buttercup did not understand.
The man in black pointed back the way they had come.
Buttercup stared, and as she did, the waters of Florin Channel seemed as filled with light as the sky was filled with stars.
“He must have ordered every ship in Florin after you,” the man in black said. “Such a sight I have never seen.” He stared at all the lanterns on all the ships as they moved.
“You can never escape him,” Buttercup said. “If you release me, I promise that you will come to no harm.”
“You are much too generous; I could never accept such an offer.”
“I offered you your life, that was generous enough.”
“Highness!”said the man in black, and his hands were suddenly at her throat. “If there is talk of life to be done, let me do it.”
“You would not kill me. You did not steal me from murderers to murder me yourself.”
“Wise as well as loving,” said the man in black. He jerked her to her feet, and they ran along the edge of the great ravine. It was hundreds of feet deep, and filled with rocks and trees and lifting shadows. Abruptly, the man in black stopped, stared back at the Armada. “To be honest,” he said, “I had not expected quite so many.”
“You can never predict my Prince; that is why he is the greatest hunter.”
“I wonder,” said the man in black, “will he stay in one group or will he divide, some to search the coastline, some to follow your path on land? What do you think?”
“I only know he will find me. And if you have not given me my freedom first, he will not treat you gently.”
“Surely he must have discussed things with you? The thrill of the hunt. What has he done in the past with many ships?”
“We do not discuss hunting, that I can assure you.”
“Not hunting, not love, what do you talk about?”
“We do not see all that much of each other.”
“Tender couple.”
Buttercup could feel the upset coming. “We are always very honest with each other. Not everyone can say as much.”
“May I please tell you something, Highness? You’re very cold—”
“I’m not—”
“—very cold and very young, and if you live, I think you’ll turn to hoarfrost—”
“Why do you pick at me?I have come to terms with my life, and that is my affair—I am not cold, I swear, but I have decided certain things, it is best for me to ignore emotion; I have not been happy dealing with it—” Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high. “I loved once,” Buttercup said after a moment. “It worked out badly.”
“Another rich man? Yes, and he left you for a richer woman.”
“No. Poor. Poor and it killed him.”
“Were you sorry? Did you feel pain? Admit that you feltnothing —”
“Do not mock my grief!I died that day .”
The Armada began to fire signal cannons. The explosions echoed through the mountains. The man in black stared as the ships began to change formation.
And while he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining.
For a moment, the man in black teetered at the ravine edge. His arms spun like windmills fighting for balance. They swung and gripped the air and then he began his slide.
Down went the man in black.
Stumbling and torn and reaching out to stop his descent, but the ravine was too steep, and nothing could be done.
Down, down.
Rolling over rocks, spinning, out of all control.
Buttercup stared at what she had done.
Finally he rested far below her, silent and without motion.”You can die too for all I care,” she said, and then she turned away.
Words followed her. Whispered from far, weak and warm and familiar. “As . . . you . . . wish . . .”
Dawn in the mountains. Buttercup turned back to the source of the sound and stared down as, in first light, the man in black struggled to remove his mask.
“Oh, my sweet Westley,” Buttercup said. “What have I done to you now?”
From the bottom of the ravine, there came only silence.
Buttercup hesitated not a moment. Down she went after him, keeping her feet as best she could, and as she began, she thought she heard him crying out to her over and over, but she could not make sense of his words, because inside her now there was the thunder of walls crumbling, and that was noise enough.
Besides, her balance quickly was gone and the ravine had her. She fell fast and she fell hard, but what did that matter, since she would have gladly dropped a thousand feet onto a bed of nails if Westley had been waiting at the bottom.
Down, down.
Tossed and spinning, crashing, torn, out of all control, she rolled and twisted and plunged, cartwheeling toward what was left of her beloved. . . .