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Mason + </center> + <center> + Author of "The Courtship of Morrice Buckler" "Parson Kelly" etc. + </center> + <center> + Illustrated by Bernard Partridge + </center> + <hr class="short" /> + <center> + New York + </center> + <center> + Frederick A. Stokes Company Publishers + </center> + <hr class="short" /> + <a name="pageiii" id="pageiii"></a><span class="newpage">[pg iii]</span> + <center> + 1901 + </center> + <center> + THIRD EDITION + </center> + <center> + UNIVERSITY PRESS JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A. + </center> + <hr class="short" /> + <a name="pageiv" id="pageiv"></a><span class="newpage">[pg iv]</span> + <center> + THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED<br /> + TO<br /> + ANDREW LANG, ESQ.<br /> + AS A TOKEN OF MUCH<br /> + FRIENDSHIP<br /> + </center> + <a name="pagev" id="pagev"></a><span class="newpage">[pg v]</span> + <h2>CONTENTS</h2> + <table class="TOC" summary="Table of Contents"> + <tr> + <th>Chapter</th> + <th> + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>I.</td> + <td><a href="#page1">A Chance Meeting</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>II.</td> + <td><a href="#page10">Bad News</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>III.</td> + <td><a href="#page18">Wogan Makes A Proposal</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>IV.</td> + <td><a href="#page30">Shows That There Are Better Hiding-Places Than A + Window-Curtain</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>V.</td> + <td><a href="#page53">Shows That A Dishonest Landlord Should Avoid White + Paint</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>VI.</td> + <td><a href="#page72">Wogan Continues His Journey</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>VII.</td> + <td><a href="#page96">Wogan Is Mistaken For A More Notable Man</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>VIII.</td> + <td><a href="#page110">At Schlestadt</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>IX.</td> + <td><a href="#page128">Gaydon Minds His Own Business</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>X.</td> + <td><a href="#page147">A Month Of Waiting</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XI.</td> + <td><a href="#page155">The Prince Of Baden Visits Clementina</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XII.</td> + <td><a href="#page164">The Night Of The 27th. In The Streets Of + Innspruck</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XIII.</td> + <td><a href="#page177">The Night Of The 27th. In Clementina's Apartments</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XIV.</td> + <td><a href="#page195">The Escape</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XV.</td> + <td><a href="#page204">The Flight To Italy: Wogan's City Of Dreams</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XVI.</td> + <td><a href="#page227">The Flight To Italy: The Potent Effects Of A + Water-Jug</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XVII.</td> + <td><a href="#page237">The Flight To Italy: A Growing Cloud</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XVIII.</td> + <td><a href="#page250">Wogan And Clementina Continue Their Journey Alone</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XIX.</td> + <td><a href="#page273">The Attack At Peri</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XX.</td> + <td><a href="#page282">The God Of The Machine Does Not Appear</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XXI.</td> + <td><a href="#page299">Complications At Bologna</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XXII.</td> + <td><a href="#page312">Clementina Takes Mr. Wogan To Visit The Caprara + Palace</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XXIII.</td> + <td><a href="#page322">Wogan Learns That He Has Meddled</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XXIV.</td> + <td><a href="#page337">Maria Vittoria Reappears</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>XXV.</td> + <td><a href="#page355">The Last</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + </td> + <td><a href="#page365">The Epilogue</a></td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + <a name="page1" id="page1"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 1]</span> + <h1>CLEMENTINA</h1> + <h2>CHAPTER I</h2> + <p>The landlord, the lady, and Mr. Charles Wogan were all three, it seemed, in luck's + way that September morning of the year 1719. Wogan was not surprised, his luck for + the moment was altogether in, so that even when his horse stumbled and went lame at a + desolate part of the road from Florence to Bologna, he had no doubt but that somehow + fortune would serve him. His horse stepped gingerly on for a few yards, stopped, and + looked round at his master. Wogan and his horse were on the best of terms. "Is it so + bad as that?" said he, and dismounting he gently felt the strained leg. Then he took + the bridle in his hand and walked forward, whistling as he walked.</p> + <p>Yet the place and the hour were most unlikely to give him succour. It was early + morning, and he walked across an empty basin of the hills. The sun was not visible, + though the upper air was golden and the green peaks of the hills rosy. The basin + itself was filled with a broad uncoloured light, and lay naked to it and + extraordinarily still. There were as yet no shadows; the road rose and dipped across + low <a name="page2" id="page2"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 2]</span> ridges of + turf, a ribbon of dead and unillumined white; and the grass at any distance from the + road had the darkness of peat. He led his horse forward for perhaps a mile, and then + turning a corner by a knot of trees came unexpectedly upon a wayside inn. In front of + the inn stood a travelling carriage with its team of horses. The backs of the horses + smoked, and the candles of the lamps were still burning in the broad daylight. Mr. + Wogan quickened his pace. He would beg a seat on the box to the next posting stage. + Fortune had served him. As he came near he heard from the interior of the inn a + woman's voice, not unmusical so much as shrill with impatience, which perpetually + ordered and protested. As he came nearer he heard a man's voice obsequiously + answering the protests, and as the sound of his footsteps rang in front of the inn + both voices immediately stopped. The door was flung hastily open, and the landlord + and the lady ran out onto the road.</p> + <p>"Sir," said the lady in Italian, "I need a postillion."</p> + <p>To Wogan's thinking she needed much more than a postillion. She needed certainly a + retinue of servants. He was not quite sure that she did not need a nurse, for she was + a creature of an exquisite fragility, with the pouting face of a child, and the + childishness was exaggerated by a great muslin bow she wore at her throat. Her pale + hair, where it showed beneath her hood, was fine as silk and as glossy; her eyes had + the colour of an Italian sky <a name="page3" id="page3"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 3]</span> at noon, and her cheeks the delicate tinge of a carnation. The many laces + and ribbons, knotted about her dress in a manner most mysterious to Wogan, added to + her gossamer appearance; and, in a word, she seemed to him something too flowerlike + for the world's rough usage.</p> + <p>"I must have a postillion," she continued.</p> + <p>"Presently, madam," said the landlord, smiling with all a Tuscan peasant's desire + to please. "In a minute. In less than a minute."</p> + <p>He looked complacently about him as though at any moment now a crop of postillions + might be expected to flower by the roadside. The lady turned from him with a stamp of + the foot and saw that Wogan was curiously regarding her carriage. A boy stood at the + horses' heads, but his dress and sleepy face showed that he had not been half an hour + out of bed, and there was no one else. Wogan was wondering how in the world she had + travelled as far as this inn. The lady explained.</p> + <p>"The postillion who drove me from Florence was drunk—oh, but drunk! He + rolled off his horse just here, opposite the door. See, I beat him," and she raised + the beribboned handle of a toy-like cane. "But it was no use. I broke my cane over + his back, but he would not get up. He crawled into the passage where he lies."</p> + <p>Wogan had some ado not to smile. Neither the cane nor the hand which wielded it + would be likely to interfere even with a sober man's slumbers.</p> + <p>"And I must reach Bologna to-day," she cried <a name="page4" id="page4"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 4]</span> in an extreme agitation. "It is of the last + importance."</p> + <p>"Fortune is kind to us both, madam," said Wogan, with a bow. "My horse is lamed, + as you see. I will be your charioteer, for I too am in a desperate hurry to reach + Bologna."</p> + <p>Immediately the lady drew back.</p> + <p>"Oh!" she said with a start, looking at Wogan.</p> + <p>Wogan looked at her.</p> + <p>"Ah!" said he, thoughtfully.</p> + <p>They eyed each other for a moment, each silently speculating what the other was + doing alone at this hour and in such a haste to reach Bologna.</p> + <p>"You are English?" she said with a great deal of unconcern, and she asked in + English. That <i>she</i> was English, Wogan already knew from her accent. His + Italian, however, was more than passable, and he was a wary man by nature as well as + by some ten years' training in a service where wariness was the first need, though it + was seldom acquired. He could have answered "No" quite truthfully, being Irish. He + preferred to answer her in Italian as though he had not understood.</p> + <p>"I beg your pardon. Yes, I will drive you to Bologna if the landlord will swear to + look after my horse." And he was very precise in his directions.</p> + <p>The landlord swore very readily. His anxiety to be rid of his vociferous guest and + to get back to bed was extreme. Wogan climbed into the postillion's saddle, + describing the while such <a name="page5" id="page5"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 5]</span> remedies as he desired to be applied to the sprained leg.</p> + <p>"The horse is a favourite?" asked the lady.</p> + <p>"Madam," said Wogan, with a laugh, "I would not lose that horse for all the world, + for the woman I shall marry will ride on it into my city of dreams."</p> + <p>The lady stared, as she well might. She hesitated with her foot upon the step.</p> + <p>"Is he sober?" she asked of the landlord.</p> + <p>"Madam," said the landlord, unabashed, "in this district he is nicknamed the water + drinker."</p> + <p>"You know him, then? He is Italian?"</p> + <p>"He is more. He is of Tuscany."</p> + <p>The landlord had never seen Wogan in his life before, but the lady seemed to wish + some assurance on the point, so he gave it. He shut the carriage door, and Wogan + cracked his whip.</p> + <p>The postillion's desires were of a piece with the lady's. They raced across the + valley, and as they climbed the slope beyond, the sun came over the crests. One + moment the dew upon the grass was like raindrops, the next it shone like polished + jewels. The postillion shouted a welcome to the sun, and the lady proceeded to + breakfast in her carriage. Wogan had to snatch a meal as best he could while the + horses were changed at the posting stage. The lady would not wait, and Wogan for his + part was used to a light fare. He drove into Bologna that afternoon.</p> + <p>The lady put her head from the window and <a name="page6" id="page6"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 6]</span> called out the name of a street. Her postillion, + however, paid no heed: he seemed suddenly to have grown deaf; he whipped up his + horses, shouted encouragements to them and warnings to the pedestrians on the roads. + The carriage rocked round corners and bounced over the uneven stones. Wogan had clean + forgotten the fragility of the traveller within. He saw men going busily about, + talking in groups and standing alone, and all with consternation upon their faces. + The quiet streets were alive with them. Something had happened that day in + Bologna,—some catastrophe. Or news had come that day,—bad news. Wogan did + not stop to inquire. He drove at a gallop straight to a long white house which + fronted the street. The green latticed shutters were closed against the sun, but + there were servants about the doorway, and in their aspect, too, there was something + of disorder. Wogan called to one of them, jumped down from his saddle, and ran + through the open doorway into a great hall with frescoed walls all ruined by neglect. + At the back of the hall a marble staircase, guarded by a pair of marble lions, ran up + to a landing and divided. Wogan set foot on the staircase and heard an exclamation of + surprise. He looked up. A burly, good-humoured man in the gay embroideries of a + courtier was descending towards him.</p> + <p>"You?" cried the courtier. "Already?" and then laughed. He was the only man whom + Wogan had seen laugh since he drove into Bologna, and he drew a great breath of + hope.</p> + <a name="page7" id="page7"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 7]</span> + <p>"Then nothing has happened, Whittington? There is no bad news?"</p> + <p>"There is news so bad, my friend, that you might have jogged here on a mule and + still have lost no time. Your hurry is clean wasted," answered Whittington.</p> + <p>Wogan ran past him up the stairs, and so left the hall and the open doorway clear. + Whittington looked now straight through the doorway, and saw the carriage and the + lady on the point of stepping down onto the kerb. His face assumed a look of extreme + surprise. Then he glanced up the staircase after Wogan and laughed as though the + conjunction of the lady and Mr. Wogan was a rare piece of amusement. Mr. Wogan did + not hear the laugh, but the lady did. She raised her head, and at the same moment the + courtier came across the hall to meet her. As soon as he had come close, "Harry," + said she, and gave him her hand.</p> + <p>He bent over it and kissed it, and there was more than courtesy in the warmth of + the kiss.</p> + <p>"But I'm glad you've come. I did not look for you for another week," he said in a + low voice. He did not, however, offer to help her to alight.</p> + <p>"This is your lodging?" she asked.</p> + <p>"No," said he, "the King's;" and the woman shrank suddenly back amongst her + cushions. In a moment, however, her face was again at the door.</p> + <p>"Then who was he,—my postillion?"</p> + <a name="page8" id="page8"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 8]</span> + <p>"Your postillion?" asked Whittington, glancing at the servant who held the + horses.</p> + <p>"Yes, the tall man who looked as if he should have been a scholar and had twisted + himself all awry into a soldier. You must have passed him in the hall."</p> + <p>Whittington stared at her. Then he burst again into a laugh.</p> + <p>"Your postillion, was he? That's the oddest thing," and he lowered his voice. + "Your postillion was Mr. Charles Wogan, who comes from Rome post-haste with the + Pope's procuration for the marriage. You have helped him on his way, it seems. Here's + a good beginning, to be sure."</p> + <p>The lady uttered a little cry of anger, and her face hardened out of all its + softness. She clenched her fists viciously, and her blue eyes grew cold and dangerous + as steel. At this moment she hardly looked the delicate flower she had appeared to + Wogan's fancy.</p> + <p>"But you need not blame yourself," said Whittington, and he lowered his head to a + level with hers. "All the procurations in Christendom will not marry James Stuart to + Clementina Sobieski."</p> + <p>"She has not come, then?"</p> + <p>"No, nor will she come. There is news to-day. Lean back from the window, and I + will tell you. She has been arrested at Innspruck."</p> + <p>The lady could not repress a crow of delight.</p> + <p>"Hush," said Whittington. Then he withdrew his head and resumed in his ordinary + voice, "I <a name="page9" id="page9"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 9]</span> have + hired a house for your Ladyship, which I trust will be found convenient. My servant + will drive you thither."</p> + <p>He summoned his servant from the group of footmen about the entrance, gave him his + orders, bowed to the ground, and twisting his cane sauntered idly down the + street.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page10" id="page10"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 10]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER II</h2> + <p>Wogan mounted the stairs, not daring to speculate upon the nature of the bad news. + But his face was pale beneath its sunburn, and his hand trembled on the balustrade; + for he knew—in his heart he knew. There could be only one piece of news which + would make his haste or tardiness matters of no account.</p> + <p>Both branches of the stairs ran up to a common landing, and in the wall facing + him, midway between the two stairheads, was a great door of tulip wood. An usher + stood by the door, and at Wogan's approach opened it. Wogan, however, signed to him + to be silent. He wished to hear, not to speak, and so he slipped into the room + unannounced. The door was closed silently behind him, and at once he was surprised by + the remarkable silence, almost a cessation of life it seemed, in a room which was + quite full. Wherever the broad bars of sunshine fell, as they slanted dusty with + motes through the open lattices of the shutters, they striped a woman's dress or a + man's velvet coat. Yet if anyone shuffled a foot or allowed a petticoat to rustle, + that person glanced on each side guiltily. A group of people were gathered in front + of the doorway. Their backs were towards Wogan, and they were <a name="page11" + id="page11"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 11]</span> looking towards the centre of + the room. Wogan raised himself on his toes and looked that way too. Having looked he + sank down again, aware at once that he had travelled of late a long way in a little + time, and that he was intolerably tired. For that one glance was enough to deprive + him of his last possibility of doubt. He had seen the Chevalier de St. George, his + King, sitting apart in a little open space, and over against him a short squarish + man, dusty as Wogan himself, who stood and sullenly waited. It was Sir John Hay, the + man who had been sent to fetch the Princess Clementina privately to Bologna, and here + he now was back at Bologna and alone.</p> + <p>Wogan had counted much upon this marriage, more indeed than any of his comrades. + It was to be the first step of the pedestal in the building up of a throne. It was to + establish in Europe a party for James Stuart as strong as the party of Hanover. But + so much was known to everyone in that room; to Wogan the marriage meant more. For + even while he found himself muttering over and over with dry lips, as white and + exhausted he leaned against the door, Clementina's qualifications,—"Daughter of + the King of Poland, cousin to the Emperor and to the King of Portugal, niece to the + Electors of Treves, Bavaria, and Palatine,"—the image of the girl herself rose + up before his eyes and struck her titles from his thoughts. She was the chosen woman, + chosen by him out of all Europe—and lost by John Hay!</p> + <a name="page12" id="page12"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 12]</span> + <p>He remembered very clearly at that moment his first meeting with her. He had + travelled from court to court in search of the fitting wife, and had come at last to + the palace at Ohlau in Silesia. It was in the dusk of the evening, and as he was + ushered into the great stone hall, hung about and carpeted with barbaric skins, he + had seen standing by the blazing wood fire in the huge chimney a girl in a riding + dress. She raised her head, and the firelight struck upwards on her face, adding a + warmth to its bright colours and a dancing light to the depths of her dark eyes. Her + hair was drawn backwards from her forehead, and the frank, sweet face revealed to him + from the broad forehead to the rounded chin told him that here was one who joined to + a royal dignity the simple nature of a peasant girl who works in the fields and knows + more of animals than of mankind. Wogan was back again in that stone hall when the + voice of the Chevalier with its strong French accent broke in upon his vision.</p> + <p>"Well, we will hear the story. Well, you left Ohlau with the Princess and her + mother and a mile-long train of servants in spite of my commands of secrecy."</p> + <p>There was more anger and less despondency than was often heard in his voice. Wogan + raised himself again on tiptoes and noticed that the Chevalier's face was flushed and + his eyes bright with wrath.</p> + <p>"Sir," pleaded Hay, "the Princess's mother would not abate a man."</p> + <p>"Well, you reached Ratisbon. And there?"</p> + <a name="page13" id="page13"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 13]</span> + <p>"There the English minister came forward from the town to flout us with an address + of welcome in which he used not our incognitos but our true names."</p> + <p>"From Ratisbon then no doubt you hurried? Since you were discovered, you shed your + retinue and hurried?"</p> + <p>"Sir, we hurried—to Augsburg," faltered Hay. He stopped, and then in a burst + of desperation he said, "At Augsburg we stayed eight days."</p> + <p>"Eight days?"</p> + <p>There was a stir throughout the room; a murmur began and ceased. Wogan wiped his + forehead and crushed his handkerchief into a hard ball in his palm. It seemed to him + that here in this room he could see the Princess Clementina's face flushed with the + humiliation of that loitering.</p> + <p>"And why eight days in Augsburg?"</p> + <p>"The Princess's mother would have her jewels reset. Augsburg is famous for its + jewellers," stammered Hay.</p> + <p>The murmur rose again; it became almost a cry of stupefaction. The Chevalier + sprang from his chair. "Her jewels reset!" he said. He repeated the words in + bewilderment. "Her jewels reset!" Then he dropped again into his seat.</p> + <p>"I lose a wife, gentlemen, and very likely a kingdom too, so that a lady may have + her jewels reset at Augsburg, where, to be sure, there are famous jewellers."</p> + <p>His glance, wandering in a dazed way about the <a name="page14" + id="page14"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 14]</span> room, settled again on Hay. He + stamped his foot on the ground in a feverish irritation.</p> + <p>"And those eight days gave just the time for a courier from the Emperor at Vienna + to pass you on the road and not press his horse. One should be glad of that. It would + have been a pity had the courier killed his horse. Oh, I can fashion the rest of the + story for myself. You trailed on to Innspruck, where the Governor marched out with a + troop and herded you in. They let <i>you</i> go, however. No doubt they bade you + hurry back to me."</p> + <p>"Sir, I did hurry," said Hay, who was now in a pitiable confusion. "I travelled + hither without rest."</p> + <p>The anger waned in the Chevalier's eyes as he heard the plea, and a great + dejection crept over his face.</p> + <p>"Yes, you would do that," said he. "That would be the time for you to hurry with a + pigeon's swiftness so that your King might taste his bitter news not a minute later + than need be. And what said she upon her arrest?"</p> + <p>"The Princess's mother?" asked Hay, barely aware of what he said.</p> + <p>"No. Her Highness, the Princess Clementina. What said she?"</p> + <p>"Sir, she covered her face with her hands for perhaps the space of a minute. Then + she leaned forward to the Governor, who stood by her carriage, and cried, 'Shut four + walls about me quick! I could sink into the earth for shame.'"</p> + <a name="page15" id="page15"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 15]</span> + <p>Wogan in those words heard her voice as clearly as he saw her face and the dry + lips between which the voice passed. He had it in his heart to cry aloud, to send the + words ringing through that hushed room, "She would have tramped here barefoot had she + had one guide with a spirit to match hers." For a moment he almost fancied that he + had spoken them, and that he heard the echo of his voice vibrating down to silence. + But he had not, and as he realised that he had not, a new thought occurred to him. No + one had remarked his entrance into the room. The group in front still stood with + their backs towards him. Since his entrance no one had remarked his presence. At once + he turned and opened the door so gently that there was not so much as a click of the + latch. He opened it just wide enough for himself to slip through, and he closed it + behind him with the same caution. On the landing there was only the usher. Wogan + looked over the balustrade; there was no one in the hall below.</p> + <p>"You can keep a silent tongue," he said to the usher. "There's profit in it;" and + Wogan put his hand into his pocket. "You have not seen me if any ask."</p> + <p>"Sir," said the man, "any bright object disturbs my vision."</p> + <p>"You can see a crown, though," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"Through a breeches pocket. But if I held it in my hand—"</p> + <p>"It would dazzle you."</p> + <a name="page16" id="page16"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 16]</span> + <p>"So much that I should be blind to the giver."</p> + <p>The crown was offered and taken.</p> + <p>Wogan went quietly down the stairs into the hall. There were a few lackeys at the + door, but they would not concern themselves at all because Mr. Wogan had returned to + Bologna. He looked carefully out into the street, chose a moment when it was empty, + and hurried across it. He dived into the first dark alley that he came to, and + following the wynds and byways of the town made his way quickly to his lodging. He + had the key to his door in his pocket, and he now kept it ready in his hand. From the + shelter of a corner he watched again till the road was clear; he even examined the + windows of the neighbouring houses lest somewhere a pair of eyes might happen to be + alert. Then he made a run for his door, opened it without noise, and crept secretly + as a thief up the stairs to his rooms, where he had the good fortune to find his + servant. Wogan had no need to sign to him to be silent. The man was a veteran + corporal of French Guards who after many seasons of campaigning in Spain and the Low + Countries had now for five years served Mr. Wogan. He looked at his master and + without a word went off to make his bed.</p> + <p>Wogan sat down and went carefully over in his mind every minute of the time since + he had entered Bologna. No one had noticed him when he rode in as the lady's + postillion,—no one. He was sure of that. The lady herself did not know him from + Adam, and fancied him an Italian into the bargain—of <a name="page17" + id="page17"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 17]</span> that, too, he had no doubt. The + handful of lackeys at the door of the King's house need not be taken into account. + They might gossip among themselves, but Wogan's appearances and disappearances were + so ordinary a matter, even that was unlikely. The usher's silence he had already + secured. There was only one acquaintance who had met and spoken with him, and that by + the best of good fortune was Harry Whittington,—the idler who took his + banishment and his King's misfortunes with an equally light heart, and gave never a + thought at all to anything weightier than a gamecock.</p> + <p>Wogan's spirits revived. He had not yet come to the end of his luck. He sat down + and wrote a short letter and sealed it up.</p> + <p>"Marnier," he called out in a low voice, and his servant came from the adjoining + room, "take this to Mr. Edgar, the King's secretary, as soon as it grows dusk. Have a + care that no one sees you deliver it. Lock the parlour door when you go, and take the + key. I am not yet back from Rome." With that Wogan remembered that he had not slept + for forty-eight hours. Within two minutes he was between the sheets; within five he + was asleep.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page18" id="page18"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 18]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER III</h2> + <p>Wogan waked up in the dark and was seized with a fear that he had slept too long. + He jumped out of bed and pushed open the door of his parlour. There was a lighted + lamp in the room, and Marnier was quietly laying his master's supper.</p> + <p>"At what hour?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>"Ten o'clock, monsieur, at the little postern in the garden wall."</p> + <p>"And the time now?"</p> + <p>"Nine."</p> + <p>Wogan dressed with some ceremony, supped, and at eight minutes to ten slipped down + the stairs and out of doors. He had crushed his hat down upon his forehead and he + carried his handkerchief at his face. But the streets were dark and few people were + abroad. At a little distance to his left he saw above the housetops a glow of light + in the air which marked the Opera-House. Wogan avoided it; he kept again to the + alleys and emerged before the Chevalier's lodging. This he passed, but a hundred + yards farther on he turned down a side street and doubled back upon his steps along a + little byway between small houses. The line of houses, however, at one point was + broken by a garden wall. Under <a name="page19" id="page19"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 19]</span> this wall Wogan waited until a clock struck ten, and + while the clock was still striking he heard on the other side of the wall the + brushing of footsteps amongst leaves and grass. Wogan tapped gently on a little door + in the wall. It was opened no less gently, and Edgar the secretary admitted him, led + him across the garden and up a narrow flight of stairs into a small lighted cabinet. + Two men were waiting in that room. One of them wore the scarlet robe, an old man with + white hair and a broad bucolic face, whom Wogan knew for the Pope's Legate, Cardinal + Origo. The slender figure of the other, clad all in black but for the blue ribbon of + the Garter across his breast, brought Wogan to his knee.</p> + <p>Wogan held out the Pope's procuration to the Chevalier, who took it and devoutly + kissed the signature. Then he gave his hand to Wogan with a smile of + friendliness.</p> + <p>"You have outsped your time by two days, Mr. Wogan. That is unwise, since it may + lead us to expect again the impossible of you. But here, alas, your speed for once + brings us no profit. You have heard, no doubt. Her Highness the Princess Clementina + is held at Innspruck in prison."</p> + <p>Wogan rose to his feet.</p> + <p>"Prisons, sir," he said quietly, "have been broken before to-day. I myself was + once put to that necessity." The words took the Chevalier completely by surprise. He + leaned back in his chair and stared at Wogan.</p> + <a name="page20" id="page20"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 20]</span> + <p>"An army could not rescue her," he said.</p> + <p>"No, but one man might."</p> + <p>"You?" he exclaimed. He pressed down the shade of the lamp to throw the light + fully upon Wogan's face. "It is impossible!"</p> + <p>"Then I beg your Majesty to expect the impossible again."</p> + <p>The Chevalier drew his hand across his eyes and stared afresh at Wogan. The + audacity of the exploit and the imperturbable manner of its proposal caught his + breath away. He rose from his chair and took a turn or two across the room.</p> + <p>Wogan watched his every gesture. It would be difficult he knew to wring the + permission he needed from his dejected master, and his unruffled demeanour was a + calculated means of persuasion. An air of confidence was the first requisite. In + reality, however, Wogan was not troubled at this moment by any thought of failure. It + was not that he had any plan in his head; but he was fired with a conviction that + somehow this chosen woman was not to be wasted, that some day, released by some means + in spite of all the pressure English Ministers could bring upon the Emperor, she + would come riding into Bologna.</p> + <p>The Chevalier paused in his walk and looked towards the Cardinal.</p> + <p>"What does your Eminence say?"</p> + <p>"That to the old the impulsiveness of youth is eternally charming," said the + Cardinal, with a foppish delicacy of speaking in an odd contrast to his person.</p> + <a name="page21" id="page21"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 21]</span> + <p>Mr. Wogan understood that he had a second antagonist.</p> + <p>"I am not a youth, your Eminence," he exclaimed with all the indignation of + twenty-seven years. "I am a man."</p> + <p>"But an Irishman, and that spells youth. You write poetry too, I believe, Mr. + Wogan. It is a heady practice."</p> + <p>Wogan made no answer, though the words stung. An argument with the Cardinal would + be sure to ruin his chance of obtaining the Chevalier's consent. He merely bowed to + the Cardinal and waited for the Chevalier to speak.</p> + <p>"Look you, Mr. Wogan; while the Emperor's at war with Spain, while England's fleet + could strip him of Sicily, he's England's henchman. He dare not let the Princess go. + We know it. General Heister, the Governor of Innspruck, is under pain of death to + hold her safe."</p> + <p>"But, sir, would the world stop if General Heister died?"</p> + <p>"A German scaffold if you fail."</p> + <p>"In the matter of scaffolds I have no leaning towards any one nationality."</p> + <p>The Cardinal smiled. He liked a man of spirit, though he might think him absurd. + The Chevalier resumed his restless pacing to and fro.</p> + <p>"It is impossible."</p> + <p>But he seemed to utter the phrase with less decision this second time. Wogan + pressed his advantage at the expense of his modesty.</p> + <a name="page22" id="page22"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 22]</span> + <p>"Sir, will you allow me to tell you a story,—a story of an impossible escape + from Newgate in the heart of London by a man in fetters? There were nine grenadiers + with loaded muskets standing over him. There were two courtyards to cross, two walls + to climb, and beyond the walls the unfriendly streets. The man hoodwinked his + sentries, climbed his two walls, crossed the unfriendly streets, and took refuge in a + cellar, where he was discovered. From the cellar in broad daylight he fought his way + to the roofs, and on the roofs he played such a game of hide-and-seek among the + chimney-tops—" Wogan broke off from his story with a clear thrill of laughter; + it was a laugh of enjoyment at a pleasing recollection. Then he suddenly flung + himself down on his knee at the feet of his sovereign. "Give me leave, your Majesty," + he cried passionately. "Let me go upon this errand. If I fail, if the scaffold's + dressed for me, why where's the harm? Your Majesty loses one servant out of his many. + Whereas, if I win—" and he drew a long breath. "Aye, and I shall win! There's + the Princess, too, a prisoner. Sir, she has ventured much. I beg you give me + leave."</p> + <p>The Chevalier laid his hand gently upon Wogan's shoulder, but he did not assent. + He looked again doubtfully to the Cardinal, who said with his pleasant smile, "I will + wager Mr. Wogan a box at the Opera on the first night that he returns, that he will + return empty-handed."</p> + <p>Wogan rose to his feet and replied good-humouredly, <a name="page23" + id="page23"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 23]</span> "It's a wager I take the more + readily in that your Eminence cannot win, though you may lose. For if I return + empty-handed, upon my honour I'll not return at all."</p> + <p>The Cardinal condescended to laugh. Mr. Wogan laughed too. He had good reason, for + here was his Eminence in a kindly temper and the Chevalier warming out of his + melancholy. And, indeed, while he was still laughing the Chevalier caught him by the + arm as a friend might do, and in an outburst of confidence, very rare with him, he + said, "I would that I could laugh so. You and Whittington, I do envy you. An honest + laugh, there's the purge for melancholy. But I cannot compass it," and he turned + away.</p> + <p>"Sure, sir, you'll put us all to shame when I bring her Royal Highness out of + Innspruck."</p> + <p>"Oh, that!" said the Chevalier, as though for the moment he had forgotten. "It is + impossible," and the phrase was spoken now in an accent of hesitation. Moreover, he + sat down at a table, and drawing a sheet of paper written over with memoranda, he + began to read aloud with a glance towards Wogan at the end of each sentence.</p> + <p>"The house stands in the <i>faubourgs</i> of Innspruck. There is an avenue of + trees in front of the house; on the opposite side of the avenue there is a tavern + with the sign of 'The White Chamois.'"</p> + <p>Wogan committed the words to memory.</p> + <p>"The Princess and her mother," continued the Chevalier, "are imprisoned in the + east side of the house."</p> + <a name="page24" id="page24"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 24]</span> + <p>"And how guarded, sir?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>The Chevalier read again from his paper.</p> + <p>"A sentry at each door, a third beneath the prisoners' windows. They keep watch + night and day. Besides, twice a day the magistrate visits the house."</p> + <p>"At what hours?"</p> + <p>"At ten in the morning. The same hour at night."</p> + <p>"And on each visit the magistrate sees the Princess?"</p> + <p>"Yes, though she lies abed."</p> + <p>Wogan stroked his chin. The Cardinal regarded him quizzically.</p> + <p>"I trust, Mr. Wogan, that we shall hear Farini. There is talk of his coming to + Bologna."</p> + <p>Wogan did not answer. He was silent; he saw the three sentinels standing + watchfully about the house; he heard them calling "All's well" each to the other. + Then he asked, "Has the Princess her own servants to attend her?"</p> + <p>"Only M. Chateaudoux, her chamberlain."</p> + <p>"Ah!"</p> + <p>Wogan leaned forward with a question on his tongue he hardly dared to ask. So much + hung upon the answer.</p> + <p>"And M. Chateaudoux is allowed to come and go?"</p> + <p>"In the daylight."</p> + <p>Wogan turned to the Cardinal. "The box will be the best box in the house," Wogan + suggested.</p> + <a name="page25" id="page25"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 25]</span> + <p>"Oh, sir," replied the Cardinal, "on the first tier, to be sure."</p> + <p>Wogan turned back to the Chevalier.</p> + <p>"All that I need now is a letter from your Majesty to the King of Poland and a few + rascally guineas. I can leave Bologna before a soul's astir in the morning. No one + but Whittington saw me to-day, and a word will keep him silent. There will be + secrecy—" but the Chevalier suddenly cut him short.</p> + <p>"No," said he, bringing the palm of his hand down upon the table. "Here's a blow + that we must bend to! It's a dream, this plan of yours."</p> + <p>"But a dream I'll dream so hard, sir, that I'll dream it true," cried Wogan, in + despair.</p> + <p>"No, no," said the Chevalier. "We'll talk no more of it. There's God's will + evident in this arrest, and we must bend to it;" and at once Wogan remembered his one + crowning argument. It was so familiar to his thoughts, it had lain so close at his + heart, that he had left it unspoken, taking it as it were for granted that others + were as familiar with it as he.</p> + <p>"Sir," said he, eagerly, "I have never told you, but the Princess Clementina when + a child amongst her playmates had a favourite game. They called it kings and queens. + And in that game the Princess was always chosen Queen of England."</p> + <p>The Chevalier started.</p> + <p>"Is that so?" and he gazed into Wogan's eyes, making sure that he spoke the + truth.</p> + <a name="page26" id="page26"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 26]</span> + <p>"In very truth it is," and the two men stood looking each at the other and quite + silent.</p> + <p>It was the truth, a mere coincidence if you will, but to both these men omens and + auguries were the gravest matters.</p> + <p>"There indeed is God's finger pointing," cried Wogan. "Sir, give me leave to + follow it."</p> + <p>The Chevalier still stood looking at him in silence. Then he said suddenly, "Go, + then, and God speed you! You are a gallant gentleman."</p> + <p>He sat down thereupon and wrote a letter to the King of Poland, asking him to + entrust the rescue of his daughter into Wogan's hands. This letter Wogan took and + money for his journey.</p> + <p>"You will have preparations to make," said the Chevalier. "I will not keep you. + You have horses?"</p> + <p>Mr. Wogan had two in a stable at Bologna. "But," he added, "there is a horse I + left this morning six miles this side of Fiesole, a black horse, and I would not lose + it."</p> + <p>"Nor shall you," said the Chevalier.</p> + <p>Wogan crept back to his lodging as cautiously as he had left it. There was no + light in any window but in his own, where his servant, Marnier, awaited him. Wogan + opened the door softly and found the porter asleep in his chair. He stole upstairs + and made his preparations. These, however, were of the simplest kind, and consisted + of half-a-dozen orders to Marnier and the getting into bed. In the morning he woke + before daybreak <a name="page27" id="page27"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 27]</span> + and found Marnier already up. They went silently out of the house as the dawn was + breaking. Marnier had the key to the stables, and they saddled the two horses and + rode through the blind and silent streets with their faces muffled in their + cloaks.</p> + <p>They met no one, however, until they were come to the outskirts of the town. But + then as they passed the mouth of an alley a man came suddenly out and as suddenly + drew back. The morning was chill, and the man was closely wrapped.</p> + <p>Wogan could not distinguish his face or person, and looking down the alley he saw + at the end of it only a garden wall, and over the top of the wall a thicket of trees + and the chimney-tops of a low house embosomed amongst them. He rode on, secure in the + secrecy of his desperate adventure. But that same morning Mr. Whittington paid a + visit to Wogan's lodging and asked to be admitted. He was told that Mr. Wogan had not + yet returned to Bologna.</p> + <p>"So, indeed, I thought," said he; and he sauntered carelessly along, not to his + own house, but to one smaller, situated at the bottom of a <i>cul-de-sac</i> and + secluded amongst trees. At the door he asked whether her Ladyship was yet visible, + and was at once shown into a room with long windows which stood open to the garden. + Her Ladyship lay upon a sofa sipping her coffee and teasing a spaniel with the toe of + her slipper.</p> + <p>"You are early," she said with some surprise.</p> + <a name="page28" id="page28"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 28]</span> + <p>"And yet no earlier than your Ladyship," said Whittington.</p> + <p>"I have to make my obeisance to my King," said she, stifling a yawn. "Could one, I + ask you, sleep on so important a day?"</p> + <p>Mr. Whittington laughed genially. Then he opened the door and glanced along the + passage. When he turned back into the room her Ladyship had kicked the spaniel from + the sofa and was sitting bolt upright with all her languor gone.</p> + <p>"Well?" she asked quickly.</p> + <p>Whittington took a seat on the sofa by her side.</p> + <p>"Charles Wogan left Bologna at daybreak. Moreover, I have had a message from the + Chevalier bidding me not to mention that I saw him in Bologna yesterday. One could + hazard a guess at the goal of so secret a journey."</p> + <p>"Ohlau!" exclaimed the lady, in a whisper. Then she nestled back upon the sofa and + bit the fragment of lace she called her handkerchief.</p> + <p>"So there's an end of Mr. Wogan," she said pleasantly.</p> + <p>Whittington made no answer.</p> + <p>"For there's no chance that he'll succeed," she continued with a touch of anxiety + in her voice.</p> + <p>Whittington neither agreed nor contradicted. He asked a question instead.</p> + <p>"What is the sharpest spur a man can know? What is it that gives a man audacity to + attempt and wit to accomplish the impossible?"</p> + <p>The lady smiled.</p> + <a name="page29" id="page29"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 29]</span> + <p>"The poets tell us love," said she, demurely.</p> + <p>Whittington nodded his head.</p> + <p>"Wogan speaks very warmly of the Princess Clementina."</p> + <p>Her Ladyship's red lips lost their curve. Her eyes became thoughtful, + apprehensive.</p> + <p>"I wonder," she said slowly.</p> + <p>"Yes, I too wonder," said Whittington.</p> + <p>Outside the branches of the trees rustled in the wind and flung shadows, swift as + ripples, across the sunlit grass. But within the little room there was a long + silence.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page30" id="page30"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 30]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> + <p>M. Chateaudoux, the chamberlain, was a little portly person with a round, red face + like a cherub's. He was a creature of the house, one that walked with delicate steps, + a conductor of ceremonies, an expert in the subtleties of etiquette; and once he held + his wand of office in his hand, there was nowhere to be found a being so precise and + consequential. But out of doors he had the timidity of a cat. He lived, however, by + rule and rote, and since it had always been his habit to take the air between three + and four of the afternoon, he was to be seen between those hours at Innspruck on any + fine day mincing along the avenue of trees before the villa in which his mistress was + held prisoner.</p> + <p>On one afternoon during the month of October he passed a hawker, who, tired with + his day's tramp, was resting on a bench in the avenue, and who carried upon his arm a + half-empty basket of cheap wares. The man was ragged; his toes were thrusting through + his shoes; it was evident that he wore no linen, and a week's growth of beard dirtily + stubbled his chin,—in a word, he was a man from whom M. Chateaudoux's prim soul + positively shrank. M. Chateaudoux went quickly by, fearing <a name="page31" + id="page31"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 31]</span> to be pestered for alms. The + hawker, however, remained seated upon the bench, drawing idle patterns upon the + gravel with a hazel stick stolen from a hedgerow.</p> + <p>The next afternoon the hawker was in the avenue again, only this time on a bench + at the opposite end; and again he paid no heed to M. Chateaudoux, but sat moodily + scraping the gravel with his stick.</p> + <p>On the third afternoon M. Chateaudoux found the hawker seated in the middle of the + avenue and over against the door of the guarded villa. M. Chateaudoux, when his + timidity slept, was capable of good nature. There was a soldier with a loaded musket + in full view. The hawker, besides, had not pestered him. He determined to buy some + small thing,—a mirror, perhaps, which was always useful,—and he + approached the hawker, who for his part wearily flicked the gravel with his stick and + drew a curve here and a line there until, as M. Chateaudoux stopped before the bench, + there lay sketched at his feet the rude semblance of a crown. The stick swept over it + the next instant and left the gravel smooth.</p> + <p>But M. Chateaudoux had seen, and his heart fluttered and sank. For here were + plots, possibly dangers, most certainly trepidations. He turned his back as though he + had seen nothing, and constraining himself to a slow pace walked towards the door of + the villa. But the hawker was now at his side, whining in execrable German and a + strong French accent the remarkable value of his wares. <a name="page32" + id="page32"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 32]</span> There were samplers most + exquisitely worked, jewels for the most noble gentleman's honoured sweetheart, and + purses which emperors would give a deal to buy. Chateaudoux was urged to take notice + that emperors would give sums to lay a hand on the hawker's purses.</p> + <p>M. Chateaudoux pretended not to hear.</p> + <p>"I want nothing," he said, "nothing in the world;" and he repeated the statement + in order to drown the other's voice.</p> + <p>"A purse, good gentleman," persisted the hawker, and he dangled one before + Chateaudoux's eyes. Not for anything would Chateaudoux take that purse.</p> + <p>"Go away," he cried; "I have a sufficiency of purses, and I will not be plagued by + you."</p> + <p>They were now at the steps of the villa, and the sentry, lifting the butt of his + musket, roughly thrust the hawker back.</p> + <p>"What have you there? Bring your basket here," said he; and to Chateaudoux's + consternation the hawker immediately offered the purse to the sentinel.</p> + <p>"It is only the poor who have kind hearts," he said; "here's the proper purse for + a soldier. It is so hard to get the money out that a man is saved an ocean of + drink."</p> + <p>The hawker's readiness destroyed any suspicions the sentinel may have felt.</p> + <p>"Go away," he said, "quick!"</p> + <p>"You will buy the purse?"</p> + <a name="page33" id="page33"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 33]</span> + <p>The sentinel raised his musket again.</p> + <p>"Then the kind gentleman will," said the hawker, and he thrust the purse into M. + Chateaudoux's reluctant hand. Chateaudoux could feel within the purse a folded paper. + He was committed now without a doubt, and in an extreme alarm he flung a coin into + the roadway and got him into the house. The sentinel carelessly dropped the butt of + his musket on the coin.</p> + <p>"Go," said he, and with a sudden kick he lifted the hawker half across the road. + The hawker happened to be Charles Wogan, who took a little matter like that with the + necessary philosophy. He picked himself up and limped off.</p> + <p>Now the next day a remarkable thing happened. M. Chateaudoux swerved from the + regularity of his habits. He walked along the avenue, it is true; but at the end of + it he tripped down a street and turned out of that into another which brought him to + the arcades. He did not appear to enjoy his walk; indeed, any hurrying footsteps + behind startled him exceedingly and made his face turn white and red, and his body + hot and cold. However, he proceeded along the arcades to the cathedral, which he + entered; and just as the clock struck half-past three, in a dark corner opposite to + the third of the great statues he drew his handkerchief from his pocket.</p> + <p>The handkerchief flipped out a letter which fell onto the ground. In the gloom it + was barely visible; and M. Chateaudoux walked on, apparently <a name="page34" + id="page34"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 34]</span> unconscious of his loss. But a + comfortable citizen in a snuff-coloured suit picked it up and walked straight out of + the cathedral to the Golden Fleece Inn in the Hochstrasse, where he lodged. He went + up into his room and examined the letter. It was superscribed "To M. Chateaudoux," + and the seal was broken. Nevertheless, the finder did not scruple to read it. It was + a love-letter to the little gentleman from one Friederika.</p> + <p>"I am heart-broken," wrote Friederika, "but my fidelity to my Chateaudoux has not + faltered, nor will not, whatever I may be called upon to endure. I cannot, however, + be so undutiful as to accept my Chateaudoux's addresses without my father's consent; + and my mother, who is of the same mind with me, insists that even with that consent a + runaway marriage is not to be thought of unless my Chateaudoux can provide me with a + suitable woman for an attendant."</p> + <p>These conditions fulfilled, Friederika was willing to follow her Chateaudoux to + the world's end. The comfortable citizen in the snuff-coloured suit sat for some + while over that letter with a strange light upon his face and a smile of great + happiness. The comfortable citizen was Charles Wogan, and he could dissociate the + obstructions of the mother from the willingness of the girl.</p> + <p>The October evening wove its veils from the mountain crests across the valleys; + the sun and the daylight had gone from the room before Wogan tore that letter up and + wrote another to the Chevalier <a name="page35" id="page35"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 35]</span> at Bologna, telling him that the Princess Clementina + would venture herself gladly if he could secure the consent of Prince Sobieski, her + father. And the next morning he drove out in a carriage towards Ohlau in Silesia.</p> + <p>It was as the Chevalier Warner that he had first journeyed thither to solicit for + his King the Princess Clementina's hand. Consequently he used the name again. Winter + came upon him as he went; the snow gathered thick upon the hills and crept down into + the valleys, encumbering his path. The cold nipped his bones; he drove beneath great + clouds and through a stinging air, but of these discomforts he was not sensible. For + the mission he was set upon filled his thoughts and ran like a fever in his blood. He + lay awake at nights inventing schemes of evasion, and each morning showed a flaw, and + the schemes crumbled. Not that his faith faltered. At some one moment he felt sure + the perfect plan, swift and secret, would be revealed to him, and he lived to seize + the moment. The people with whom he spoke became as shadows; the inns where he rested + were confused into a common semblance. He was like a man in a trance, seeing ever + before his eyes the guarded villa at Innspruck, and behind the walls, patient and + watchful, the face of the chosen woman; so that it was almost with surprise that he + looked down one afternoon from the brim of a pass in the hills and saw beneath him, + hooded with snow, the roofs and towers of Ohlau.</p> + <p>At Ohlau Wogan came to the end of his luck. <a name="page36" id="page36"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 36]</span> From the moment when he presented his letter he was + aware of it. The Prince was broken by his humiliation and the sufferings of his wife + and daughter. He was even inclined to resent them at the expense of the Chevalier, + for in his welcome to Wogan there was a measure of embarrassment. His shoulders, + which had before been erect, now stooped, his eyes were veiled, the fire had burnt + out in him; he was an old man visibly ageing to his grave. He read the letter and + re-read it.</p> + <p>"No," said he, impatiently; "I must now think of my daughter. Her dignity and her + birth forbid that she should run like a criminal in fear of capture, and at the peril + very likely of her life, to a king who, after all, is as yet without a crown." And + then seeing Wogan flush at the words, he softened them. "I frankly say to you, Mr. + Warner, that I know no one to whom I would sooner entrust my daughter than yourself, + were I persuaded to this project. But it is doomed to fail. It would make us the + laughing-stock of Europe, and I ask you to forget it. Do you fancy the Emperor guards + my daughter so ill that you, single-handed, can take her from beneath his hand?"</p> + <p>"Your Highness, I shall choose some tried friends to help me."</p> + <p>"There is no single chance of success. I ask you to forget it and to pass your + Christmas here as my very good friend. The sight is longer in age, Mr. Warner, than + in youth, and I see far enough now to know that the days of Don Quixote are dead. <a + name="page37" id="page37"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 37]</span> Here is a matter + where all Europe is ranged and alert on one side or the other. You cannot practise + secrecy. At Ohlau your face is known, your incognito too. Mr. Warner came to Ohlau + once before, and the business on which he came is common knowledge. The motive of + your visit now, which I tell you openly is very grateful to me, will surely be + suspected."</p> + <p>Wogan had reason that night to acknowledge the justice of the Prince's argument. + He accepted his hospitality, thinking that with time he would persuade him to allow + the attempt; and after supper, while making riddles in verse to amuse some of the + ladies of the court, one of them, the Countess of Berg, came forward from a corner + where she had been busy with pencil and paper and said, "It is our turn now. Here, + Mr. Warner, is an acrostic which I ask you to solve for me." And with a smile which + held a spice of malice she handed him the paper. Upon it there were ten rhymed + couplets. Wogan solved the first four, and found that the initial letters of the + words were C, L, E, M. The answer to the acrostic was "Clementina." Wogan gave the + paper back.</p> + <p>"I can make neither head nor tail of it," said he. "The attempt is beyond my + powers."</p> + <p>"Ah," said she, drily, "you own as much? I would never have believed you would + have owned it."</p> + <p>"But what is the answer?" asked a voice at which Wogan started.</p> + <a name="page38" id="page38"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 38]</span> + <p>"The answer," replied the Countess, "is Mary, Queen of Scots, who was most + unjustly imprisoned in Fotheringay," and she tore the paper into tiny pieces.</p> + <p>Wogan turned towards the voice which had so startled him and saw the gossamer lady + whom he had befriended on the road from Florence. At once he rose and bowed to + her.</p> + <p>"I should have presented you before to my friend, Lady Featherstone," said the + Countess, "but it seems you are already acquainted."</p> + <p>"Indeed, Mr. Warner did me a great service at a pinch," said Lady Featherstone. + "He was my postillion, though I never paid him, as I do now in thanks."</p> + <p>"Your postillion!" cried one or two of the ladies, and they gathered about the + great stove as Lady Featherstone told the story of Wogan's charioting.</p> + <p>"I bade him hurry," said she, "and he outsped my bidding. Never was there a + postillion so considerately inconsiderate. I was tossed like a tennis ball, I was one + black bruise, I bounced from cushion to cushion; and then he drew up with a jerk, + sprang off his horse, vanished into a house and left me, panting and dishevelled, a + twist of torn ribbons and lace, alone in my carriage in the streets of Bologna."</p> + <p>"Bologna. Ah!" said the Countess, with a smile of significance at Wogan.</p> + <p>Wogan was looking at Lady Featherstone. His curiosity, thrust into the back of his + mind by the <a name="page39" id="page39"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 39]</span> + more important matter of his mission now revived. What had been this lady's business + who travelled alone to Bologna and in such desperate haste?</p> + <p>"Your Ladyship, I remember," he said, "gave me to understand that you were sorely + put to it to reach Bologna."</p> + <p>Her Ladyship turned her blue eyes frankly upon Wogan. Then she lowered them.</p> + <p>"My brother," she explained, "lay at death's door in Venice. I had just landed at + Leghorn, where I left my maid to recover from the sea, and hurrying across Italy as I + did, I still feared that I should not see him alive."</p> + <p>The explanation was made readily in a low voice natural to one remembering a great + distress, but without any affectation of gesture or so much as a glance sideways to + note whether Wogan received it trustfully or not. Wogan, indeed, was reassured in a + great measure. True, the Countess of Berg was now his declared enemy, but he need not + join all her friends in that hostility.</p> + <p>"I was able, most happily," continued Lady Featherstone, "to send my brother + homewards in a ship a fortnight back, and so to stay with my friend here on my way to + Vienna, for we English are all bitten with the madness of travel. Mr. Warner will + bear me out?"</p> + <p>"To be sure I will," said Wogan, stoutly. "For here am I in the depths of winter + journeying to the carnival in Italy."</p> + <p>The Countess smiled, all disbelief and amusement, <a name="page40" + id="page40"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 40]</span> and Lady Featherstone turned + quickly towards him.</p> + <p>"For my frankness I claim a like frankness in return," said she, with a pretty + imperiousness.</p> + <p>Wogan was a little startled. He suddenly remembered that he had pretended to know + no English on the road to Bologna, nor had he given any reason for his haste. But it + was upon neither of these matters that she desired to question him.</p> + <p>"You spoke in parables," said she, "which are detestable things. You said you + would not lose your black horse for the world because the lady you were to marry + would ride upon it into your city of dreams. There's a saying that has a provoking + prettiness. I claim a frank answer."</p> + <p>Wogan was silent, and his face took on the look of a dreamer.</p> + <p>"Come," said one. It was the Princess Charlotte, the second daughter of the Prince + Sobieski, who spoke. "We shall not let you off," said she.</p> + <p>Wogan knew that she would not. She was a girl who was never checked by any + inconvenience her speech might cause. Her tongue was a watchman's rattle, and she + never spoke but she laughed to point the speech.</p> + <p>"Be frank," said the Countess; "it is a matter of the heart, and so proper food + for women."</p> + <p>"True," answered Wogan, lightly, "it is a matter of the heart, and in such matters + can one be frank—even to oneself?"</p> + <p>Wogan was immediately puzzled by the curious <a name="page41" + id="page41"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 41]</span> look Lady Featherstone gave him. + The words were a mere excuse, yet she seemed to take them very seriously. Her eyes + sounded him.</p> + <p>"Yes," she said slowly; "are you frank, even to yourself?" and she spoke as though + a knowledge of the answer would make a task easier to her.</p> + <p>Wogan's speculations, however, were interrupted by the entrance of Princess + Casimira, Sobieski's eldest daughter. Wogan welcomed her coming for the first time in + all his life, for she was a kill-joy, a person of an extraordinary decorum. According + to Wogan, she was "that black care upon the horseman's back which the poets write + about." Her first question if she was spoken to was whether the speaker was from top + to toe fitly attired; her second, whether the words spoken were well-bred. At this + moment, however, her mere presence put an end to the demands for an explanation of + Wogan's saying about his horse, and in a grateful mood to her he slipped from the + room.</p> + <p>This evening was but one of many during that Christmastide. Wogan must wear an + easy countenance, though his heart grew heavy as lead. The Countess of Berg was the + Prince Constantine's favourite; and Wogan was not slow to discover that her smiling + face and quiet eyes hid the most masterful woman at that court. He made himself her + assiduous servant, whether in hunting amid the snow or in the entertainments at the + palace, but a quizzical deliberate word would now and again show him that she was + still his enemy. With the <a name="page42" id="page42"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 42]</span> Princess Casimira he was a profound critic of observances: he invented a + new cravat and was most careful that there should never be a wrinkle in his + stockings; with the Princess Charlotte he laughed till his head sang. He played all + manner of parts; the palace might have been the stage of a pantomime and himself the + harlequin. But for all his efforts it did not seem that he advanced his cause; and if + he made headway one evening with the Prince, the next morning he had lost it, and so + Christmas came and passed.</p> + <p>But two days after Christmas a courier brought a letter to the castle. He came in + the evening, and the letter was carried to Wogan while he was at table. He noticed at + once that it was in his King's hand, and he slipped it quickly into his pocket. It + may have been something precipitate in his manner, or it may have been merely that + all were on the alert to mark his actions, but at once curiosity was aroused. No + plain words were said; but here and there heads nodded together and whispered, and + while some eyed Wogan suspiciously, a few women whose hearts were tuned to a sympathy + with the Princess in her imprisonment, or touched with the notion of a romantic + attachment, smiled upon him their encouragement. The Countess of Berg for once was + unobservant, however.</p> + <p>Wogan made his escape from the company as soon as he could, and going up to his + apartments read the letter. The moon was at its full, and what with the clear, frosty + air, and the snow stretched <a name="page43" id="page43"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 43]</span> over the world like a white counterpane, he was able + to read the letter by the window without the light of a candle. It was written in the + Chevalier's own cipher and hand; it asked anxiously for news and gave some. Wogan had + had occasion before to learn that cipher by heart. He stood by the window and spelled + the meaning. Then he turned to go down; but at the door his foot slipped upon the + polished boards, and he stumbled onto his knee. He picked himself up, and thinking no + more of the matter rejoined the company in a room where the Countess of Berg was + playing upon a harp.</p> + <p>"The King," said Wogan, drawing the Prince apart, "leaves Bologna for Rome."</p> + <p>"So the letter came from him?" asked the Prince, with an eagerness which could not + but seem hopeful to his companion.</p> + <p>"And in his own hand," replied Wogan.</p> + <p>The Prince shuffled and hesitated as though he was curious to hear particulars. + Wogan thought it wise to provoke his curiosity by disregarding it. It seemed that + there was wisdom in his reticence, for a little later the Prince took him aside while + the Countess of Berg was still playing upon her harp, and said,—</p> + <p>"Single-handed you could do nothing. You would need friends."</p> + <p>Wogan took a slip of paper from his pocket and gave it to the Prince.</p> + <p>"On that slip," said he, "I wrote down the <a name="page44" id="page44"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 44]</span> names of all the friends whom I could trust, and by + the side of the names the places where I could lay my hands upon them. One after the + other I erased the names until only three remained."</p> + <p>The Prince nodded and read out the names.</p> + <p>"Gaydon, Misset, O'Toole. They are good men?"</p> + <p>"The flower of Ireland. Those three names have been my comfort these last three + weeks."</p> + <p>"And all the three at Schlestadt. How comes that about?"</p> + <p>"Your Highness, they are all three officers in Dillon's Irish regiment, and so + have that further advantage."</p> + <p>"Advantage?"</p> + <p>"Your Highness," said Wogan, "Schlestadt is near to Strasbourg, which again is not + far from Innspruck, and being in French territory would be the most convenient place + to set off from."</p> + <p>There was a sound of a door shutting; the Prince started, looked at Wogan, and + laughed. He had been upon the verge of yielding; but for that door Wogan felt sure he + would have yielded. Now, however, he merely walked away to the Countess of Berg, and + sitting beside her asked her to play a particular tune. But he still held the slip of + paper in his hand and paid but a scanty heed to the music, now and then looking + doubtfully towards Wogan, now and then scanning that long list of names. His lips, + too, moved as though he was framing the three selected names, Gaydon, Misset, + O'Toole, and <a name="page45" id="page45"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 45]</span> + "Schlestadt" as a bracket uniting them. Then he suddenly rose up and crossed the room + to Wogan.</p> + <p>"My daughter wrote that a woman must attend her. It is a necessary provision."</p> + <p>"Your Highness, Misset has a wife, and the wife matches him."</p> + <p>"They are warned to be ready?"</p> + <p>"At your Highness's first word that slip of paper travels to Schlestadt. It is + unsigned, it imperils no one, it betrays nothing. But it will tell its story none the + less surely to those three men, for Gaydon knows my hand."</p> + <p>The Prince smiled in approval.</p> + <p>"You have prudence, Mr. Warner, as well as audacity," said he. He gave the paper + back, listened for a little to the Countess, who was bending over her harp-strings, + and then remarked, "The Prince's letter was in his own hand too?"</p> + <p>"But in cipher."</p> + <p>"Ah!"</p> + <p>The Prince was silent for a while. He balanced himself first on one foot, then on + the other.</p> + <p>"Ciphers," said he, "are curious things, compelling to the imagination and a + provocation to the intellect."</p> + <p>Mr. Wogan kept a grave face and he replied with unconcern, though his heart beat + quick; for if the Prince had so much desire to see the Chevalier's letter, he must be + well upon his way to consenting to Wogan's plan.</p> + <a name="page46" id="page46"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 46]</span> + <p>"If your Highness will do me the honour to look at this cipher. It has baffled the + most expert."</p> + <p>His Highness condescended to be pleased with Wogan's suggestion. Wogan crossed the + room towards the door; but before he reached it, the Countess of Berg suddenly took + her fingers from her harp-strings with a gesture of annoyance.</p> + <p>"Mr. Warner," she said, "will you do me the favour to screw this wire tighter?" + And once or twice she struck it with her fingers.</p> + <p>"May I claim that privilege?" said the Prince.</p> + <p>"Your Highness does me too much honour," said the Countess, but the Prince was + already at her side. At once she pointed out to him the particular string. Wogan went + from the room and up the great staircase. He was lodged in a wing of the palace. From + the head of the staircase he proceeded down a long passage. Towards the end of this + passage another short passage branched off at a right angle on the left-hand side. At + the corner of the two passages stood a table with a lamp and some candlesticks. This + time Wogan took a candle, and lighting it at the lamp turned into the short passage. + It was dark but for the light of Wogan's candle, and at the end of it facing him were + two doors side by side. Both doors were closed, and of these the one on the left gave + onto his room.</p> + <p>Wogan had walked perhaps halfway from the corner to his door before he stopped. He + stopped suddenly and held his breath. Then he shaded his candle with the palm of his + hand and looked forward. <a name="page47" id="page47"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 47]</span> Immediately he turned, and walking on tiptoe came silently back into the + big passage. Even this was not well lighted; it stretched away upon his right and + left, full of shadows. But it was silent. The only sounds which reached Wogan as he + stood there and listened were the sounds of people moving and speaking at a great + distance. He blew out his candle, cautiously replaced it on the table, and crept down + again towards his room. There was no window in this small passage, there was no light + there at all except a gleam of silver in front of him and close to the ground. That + gleam of silver was the moonlight shining between the bottom of one of the doors and + the boards of the passage. And that door was not the door of Wogan's room, but the + room beside it. Where his door stood, there might have been no door at all.</p> + <p>Yet the moon which shone through the windows of one room must needs also shine + into the other, unless, indeed, the curtains were drawn. But earlier in the evening + Wogan had read a letter by the moonlight at his window; the curtains were not drawn. + There was, therefore, a rug, an obstruction of some sort against the bottom of the + door. But earlier in the evening Wogan's foot had slipped upon the polished boards; + there had been no mat or skin at all. It had been pushed there since. Wogan could not + doubt for what reason. It was to conceal the light of a lamp or candle within the + room. Someone, in a word, was prying in Wogan's room, and Wogan began to <a + name="page48" id="page48"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 48]</span> consider who. It + was not the Countess, who was engaged upon her harp, but the Countess had tried to + detain him. Wogan was startled as he understood the reason of her harp becoming so + suddenly untuned. She had spoken to him with so natural a spontaneity, she had + accepted the Prince's aid with so complete an absence of embarrassment; but none the + less Wogan was sure that she knew. Moreover, a door had shut—yes, while he was + speaking to the Prince a door had shut.</p> + <p>So far Wogan's speculations had travelled when the moonlight streamed out beneath + his door too. It made now a silver line across the passage broken at the middle by + the wall between the rooms. The mat had been removed, the candle put out, the prying + was at an end; in another moment the door would surely open. Now Wogan, however + anxious to discover who it was that spied, was yet more anxious that the spy should + not discover that the spying was detected. He himself knew, and so was armed; he did + not wish to arm his enemies with a like knowledge. There was no corner in the passage + to conceal him; there was no other door behind which he could slip. When the spy came + out, Wogan would inevitably be discovered. He made up his mind on the instant. He + crept back quickly and silently out of the mouth of the passage, then he made a noise + with his feet, turned again into the passage, and walked loudly towards his door. + Even so he was only just in <a name="page49" id="page49"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 49]</span> time. Had he waited a moment longer, he would have + been detected. For even as he turned the corner there was already a vertical line of + silver on the passage wall; the door had been already opened. But as his footsteps + sounded on the boards, that line disappeared.</p> + <p>He walked slowly, giving his spy time to replace the letter, time to hide. He + purposely carried no candle, he reached his door and opened it. The room to all + seeming was empty. Wogan crossed to a table, looking neither to the right nor the + left, above all not looking towards the bed hangings. He found the letter upon the + table just as he had left it. It could convey no knowledge of his mission, he was + sure. It had not even the appearance of a letter in cipher; it might have been a mere + expression of Christmas good wishes from one friend to another. But to make his + certainty more sure, and at the same time to show that he had no suspicion anyone was + hiding in the room, he carried the letter over to the window, and at once he was + aware of the spy's hiding-place. It was not the bed hangings, but close at his side + the heavy window curtain bulged. The spy was at his very elbow; he had but to lift + his arm—and of a sudden the letter slipped from his hand to the floor. He did + not drop it on purpose, he was fairly surprised; for looking down to read the letter + he had seen protruding from the curtain a jewelled shoe buckle, and the foot which + the buckle adorned seemed too small and slender for a man's.</p> + <a name="page50" id="page50"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 50]</span> + <p>Wogan had an opportunity to make certain. He knelt down and picked up the letter; + the foot was a woman's. As he rose up again, the curtain ever so slightly stirred. + Wogan pretended to have remarked nothing; he stood easily by the window with his eyes + upon his letter and his mind busy with guessing what woman his spy might be. And he + remained on purpose for some while in this attitude, designing it as a punishment. So + long as he stood by the window that unknown woman cheek by jowl with him must hold + her breath, must never stir, must silently endure an agony of fear at each movement + that he made.</p> + <p>At last he moved, and as he turned away he saw something so unexpected that it + startled him. Indeed, for the moment it did more than startle him, it chilled him. He + understood that slight stirring of the curtain. The woman now held a dagger in her + hand, and the point of the blade stuck out and shone in the moonlight like a + flame.</p> + <p>Wogan became angry. It was all very well for the woman to come spying into his + room; but to take a dagger to him, to think a dagger in a woman's hand could cope + with him,—that was too preposterous. Wogan felt very much inclined to sweep + that curtain aside and tell his visitor how he had escaped from Newgate and played + hide-and-seek amongst the chimney-pots. And although he restrained himself from that, + he allowed his anger to get the better of his prudence. Under the impulse of his + anger he acted. It was a whimsical <a name="page51" id="page51"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 51]</span> thing that he did, and though he suffered for it he + could never afterwards bring himself to regret it. He deliberately knelt down and + kissed the instep of the foot which protruded from the curtain. He felt the muscles + of the foot tighten, but the foot was not withdrawn. The curtain shivered and shook, + but no cry came from behind it, and again the curtain hung motionless. Wogan went out + of the room and carried the letter to the Prince. The Countess of Berg was still + playing upon her harp, and she gave no sign that she remarked his entrance. She did + not so much as shoot one glance of curiosity towards him. The Prince carried the + letter off to his cabinet, while Wogan sat down beside the Countess and looked about + the room.</p> + <p>"I have not seen Lady Featherstone this evening," said he.</p> + <p>"Have you not?" asked the Countess, easily.</p> + <p>"Not so much as her foot," replied Wogan.</p> + <p>The conviction came upon him suddenly. Her hurried journey to Bologna and her + presence at Ohlau were explained to him now by her absence from the room. His own + arrival at Bologna had not remained so secret as he had imagined. The fragile and + gossamer lady, too flowerlike for the world's rough usage, was the woman who had + spied in his room and who had possessed the courage to stand silent and motionless + behind the curtain after her presence there had been discovered. Wogan had a picture + before his eyes of the dagger she had held. It was plain that she would stop at + nothing <a name="page52" id="page52"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 52]</span> to + hinder this marriage, to prevent the success of his design; and somehow the contrast + between her appearance and her actions had something uncanny about it. Wogan was + inclined to shiver as he sat chatting with the Countess. He was not reassured when + Lady Featherstone boldly entered the room; she meant to face him out. He remarked, + however, with a trifle of satisfaction that for the first time she wore rouge upon + her cheeks.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page53" id="page53"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 53]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER V</h2> + <p>Wogan, however, was not immediately benefited by his discovery. He knew that if a + single whisper of it reached the Prince's ear there would be at once an end to his + small chances. The old man would take alarm; he might punish the offender, but he + would none the less surely refuse his consent to Wogan's project. Wogan must keep his + lips quite closed and let his antagonists do boldly what they would.</p> + <p>And that they were active he found a way to discover. The Countess from this time + plied him with kindness. He must play cards with her and Prince Constantine in the + evening; he must take his coffee in her private apartments in the morning. So upon + one of these occasions he spoke of his departure from Ohlau.</p> + <p>"I shall go by way of Prague;" and he stopped in confusion and corrected himself + quickly. "At least, I am not sure. There are other ways into Italy."</p> + <p>The Countess showed no more concern than she had shown over her harp-string. She + talked indifferently of other matters as though she had barely heard his remark; but + she fell into the trap. Wogan was aware that the Governor of Prague <a name="page54" + id="page54"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 54]</span> was her kinsman; and that + afternoon he left the castle alone, and taking the road to Vienna, turned as soon as + he was out of sight and hurried round the town until he came out upon the road to + Prague. He hid himself behind a hedge a mile from Ohlau, and had not waited half an + hour before a man came riding by in hot haste. The man wore the Countess's livery of + green and scarlet; Wogan decided not to travel by way of Prague, and returned to the + castle content with his afternoon's work. He had indeed more reason to be content + with it than he knew, for he happened to have remarked the servant's face as well as + his livery, and so at a later time was able to recognise it again. He had no longer + any doubt that a servant in the same livery was well upon his way to Vienna. The + roads were bad, it was true, and the journey long; but Wogan had not the Prince's + consent, and could not tell when he would obtain it. The servant might return with + the Emperor's order for his arrest before he had obtained it. Wogan was powerless. He + sent his list of names to Gaydon in Schlestadt, but that was the only precaution he + could take. The days passed; Wogan spent them in unavailing persuasions, and New + Year's Day came and found him still at Ohlau and in a great agitation and + distress.</p> + <p>Upon that morning, however, while he was dressing, there came a rap upon his door, + and when he opened it he saw the Prince's treasurer, a foppish gentleman, very dainty + in his words.</p> + <a name="page55" id="page55"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 55]</span> + <p>"Mr. Warner," said the treasurer, "his Highness has hinted to me his desires; he + has moulded them into the shape of a prayer or a request."</p> + <p>"In a word, he has bidden you," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"Fie, sir! There's a barbarous and improper word, an ill-sounding word; upon my + honour, a word without dignity or merit and banishable from polite speech. His + Highness did most prettily entreat me with a fine gentleness of condescension + befitting a Sunday or a New Year's Day to bring and present and communicate from hand + to hand a gift,—a most incomparable proper gift, the mirror and image of his + most incomparable proper friendship."</p> + <p>Wogan bowed, and requested the treasurer to enter and be seated the while he + recovered his breath.</p> + <p>"Nay, Mr. Warner, I must be concise, puritanical, and unadorned in my language as + any raw-head or bloody-bones. The cruel, irrevocable moments pass. I could consume an + hour, sir, before I touched as I may say the hem of the reason of my coming."</p> + <p>"Sir, I do not doubt it," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"But I will not hinder you from forthwith immediately and at once incorporating + with your most particular and inestimable treasures this jewel, this turquoise of + heaven's own charming blue, encased and decorated with gold."</p> + <p>The treasurer drew the turquoise from his pocket. It was of the size of an egg. He + placed it in Wogan's hand, who gently returned it.</p> + <a name="page56" id="page56"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 56]</span> + <p>"I cannot take it," said he.</p> + <p>"Gemini!" cried the treasurer. "But it is more than a turquoise, Mr. Warner. + Jewellers have delved in it. It has become subservient to man's necessities. It is a + snuff-box."</p> + <p>"I cannot take it."</p> + <p>"King John of Poland, he whom the vulgar call Glorious John, did rescue and + enlarge it from its slavery to the Grand Vizier of Turkey at the great battle of + Vienna. There is no other in the world—"</p> + <p>Wogan cut the treasurer short.</p> + <p>"You will take it again to his Highness. You will express to him my gratitude for + his kindness, and you will say furthermore these words: 'Mr. Warner cannot carry back + into Italy a present for himself and a refusal for his Prince.'"</p> + <p>Wogan spoke with so much dignity that the treasurer had no words to answer him. He + stood utterly bewildered; he stared at the jewel.</p> + <p>"Here is a quandary!" he exclaimed. "I do declare every circumstance of me + trembles," and shaking his head he went away. But in a little he came again.</p> + <p>"His Highness distinguishes you, Mr. Warner, with imperishable honours. His + Highness solicits your company to a solitary dinner. You shall dine with him alone. + His presence and unfettered conversation shall season your soup and be the condiments + of your meat."</p> + <p>Wogan's heart jumped. There could be only one <a name="page57" + id="page57"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 57]</span> reason for so unusual an + invitation on such a day, and he was not mistaken; for as soon as the Prince was + served in a little room, he dismissed the lackeys and presented again the turquoise + snuff-box with his own hands.</p> + <p>"See, Mr. Wogan, your persuasions and your conduct have gained me over," said he. + "Your refusal of this bagatelle assures me of your honour. I trust myself entirely to + your discretion; I confide my beloved daughter to your care. Take from my hands the + gift you refused this morning, and be assured that no prince ever gave to any man + such full powers as I will give to you to-night."</p> + <p>Wogan's gratitude wellnigh overcame him. The thing that he had worked for and + almost despaired of had come to pass. For a while he could not speak; he flung + himself upon his knees and kissed the Prince's hand. That very night he received the + letter giving him full powers, and the next morning he drove off in a carriage of his + Highness drawn by six Polish horses towards the town of Strahlen on the road to + Prague. At Strahlen he stayed a day, feigning a malady, and sent the carriage back. + The following day, however, he took horse, and riding along by-roads and lanes + avoided Prague and hurried towards Schlestadt.</p> + <p>He rode watchfully, avoiding towns, and with an eye alert for every passer-by. + That he was ahead of any courier from the Emperor at Vienna he did not doubt, but, on + the other hand, the Countess of Berg and Lady Featherstone had the advantage of <a + name="page58" id="page58"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 58]</span> him by some four + days. There would be no lack of money to hinder him; there would be no scruple as to + the means. Wogan remembered the moment in his bedroom when he had seen the dagger + bright in the moon's rays. If he could not be arrested, there were other ways to stop + him. Accidents may happen to any man.</p> + <p>However, he rode unhindered with the Prince's commission safe against his breast. + He felt the paper a hundred times a day to make sure that it was not stolen nor lost, + nor reduced to powder by a miracle. Day by day his fears diminished, since day by day + he drew a day's journey nearer to Schlestadt. The paper became a talisman in his + thoughts,—a thing endowed with magic properties to make him invisible like the + cloak or cap of the fairy tales. Those few lines in writing not a week back had + seemed an unattainable prize, yet he had them; and so now they promised him that + other unattainable thing, the enlargement of the Princess. It was in his nature, too, + to grow buoyant in proportion to the difficulties of his task. He rode forward, + therefore, with a good heart, and one sombre evening of rain came to a village some + miles beyond Augsburg.</p> + <p>The village was a straggling half-mile of low cottages, lost as it were on the + level of a wide plain. Across this plain, bare but for a few lines of poplars and + stunted willow-trees, Wogan had ridden all the afternoon; and so little did the + thatched cottages break the monotony of the plain's appearance, that <a name="page59" + id="page59"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 59]</span> though he had had the village + within his vision all that while, he came upon it unawares. The dusk was gathering, + and already through the tiny windows the meagre lights gleamed upon the road and gave + to the falling raindrops the look of steel beads. Four days would now bring Wogan to + Schlestadt. The road was bad and full of holes. He determined to go no farther that + night if he could find a lodging in the village, and coming upon a man who stood in + his path he stopped his horse.</p> + <p>"Is there an inn where a traveller may sleep?" he asked.</p> + <p>"Assuredly," replied the man, "and find forage for his horse. The last + house—but I will myself show your Honour the way."</p> + <p>"There is no need, my friend, that you should take a colic," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"I shall earn enough drink to correct the colic," said the man. He had a sack over + his head and shoulders to protect him from the rain, and stepped out in front of + Wogan's horse. They came to the end of the street and passed on into the open + darkness. About twenty yards farther a house stood by itself at the roadside, but + there were only lights in one or two of the upper windows, and it held out no promise + of hospitality. In front of it, however, the man stopped; he opened the door and + halloaed into the passage. Wogan stopped too, and above his head something creaked + and groaned like a gibbet in the wind. He looked up and saw a sign-board glimmering + in the dusk with a new coat <a name="page60" id="page60"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 60]</span> of white paint. He had undoubtedly come to the inn, + and he dismounted.</p> + <p>The landlord advanced at that moment to the door.</p> + <p>"My man," said he, "will take your horse to the stable;" and the fellow who had + guided Wogan led the horse off.</p> + <p>"Oh, is he your man?" said Wogan. "Ah!" And he followed the landlord into the + house.</p> + <p>It was not only the sign-board which had been newly painted, for in the narrow + passage the landlord stopped Wogan.</p> + <p>"Have a care, sir," said he; "the walls are wet. It will be best if you stand + still while I go forward and bring a light."</p> + <p>He went forward in the dark and opened a door at the end of the passage. A glow of + ruddy light came through the doorway, and Wogan caught a glimpse of a brick-floored + kitchen and a great open chimney and one or two men on a bench before the fire. Then + the door was again closed. The closing of the door seemed to Wogan a churlish + act.</p> + <p>"The hospitality," said he to himself, "which plants a man in the road so that a + traveller on a rainy night may not miss his bed should at least leave the kitchen + door open. Why should I stay here in the dark?"</p> + <p>Wogan went forward, and from the careful way in which he walked,—a way so + careful and stealthy indeed that his footsteps made no sound,—it might have + been inferred that he believed the <a name="page61" id="page61"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 61]</span> floor to be newly painted too. He had, at all events, + no such scruples about the kitchen door, for he seized the handle and flung it open + quickly. He was met at once by a cold draught of wind. A door opposite and giving + onto a yard at the back had been opened at precisely the same moment; and as Wogan + stepped quickly in at his door a man stepped quickly out by the door opposite and was + lost in the darkness.</p> + <p>"What! Are you going?" the landlord cried after him as he turned from the fire at + which he was lighting a candle.</p> + <p>"Wilhelm has a wife and needs must," at once said a woman who was reaching down + some plates from a dresser.</p> + <p>The landlord turned towards the passage and saw Wogan in the doorway.</p> + <p>"You found your way, sir," said he, looking at Wogan anxiously.</p> + <p>"Nor are your walls any poorer of paint on that account," said Wogan as he took + his wet cloak and flung it over a chair.</p> + <p>The landlord blew out his candle and busied himself about laying the table. A + great iron pot swung over the fire by a chain, and the lid danced on the top and + allowed a savoury odour to escape. Wogan sat himself down before the fire and his + clothes began to steam.</p> + <p>"You laugh at my paint, sir," said the landlord. He was a fat, + good-humoured-looking man, communicative in his manner as a Boniface should be, <a + name="page62" id="page62"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 62]</span> and his wife was + his very complement. "You laugh at my paint, but it is, after all, a very important + thing. What is a great lady without her rouge-pot, when you come to think of it? It + is the same with an inn. It must wear paint if it is to attract attention and make a + profit."</p> + <p>"There is philosophy in the comparison," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"Sir, an innkeeper cannot fail of philosophy if he has his eyes and a spark of + intelligence. The man who took refuge in a tub because the follies of his fellows so + angered him was the greatest fool of them all. He should have kept an inn on the road + to Athens, for then the follies would have put money into his pocket and made him + laugh instead of growl."</p> + <p>His wife came over to the fireplace and lifted the lid of the pot.</p> + <p>"The supper is ready," said she.</p> + <p>"And perhaps, sir, while you are eating it you can think of a name for my + inn."</p> + <p>"Why, it has a sign-board already," said Wogan, "and a name, too, I suppose."</p> + <p>"It has a sign-board, but without a device," said the landlord, and while Wogan + drew a chair to the table he explained his predicament.</p> + <p>"There is another inn five miles along the road, and travellers prefer to make + their halt there. They will not stop here. My father, sir, set it all down to paint. + It was his dream, sir, to paint the house from floor to ceiling; his last words bade + <a name="page63" id="page63"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 63]</span> me pinch and + save until I could paint. Well, here is the house painted, and I am anxious for a new + device and name which shall obliterate the memory of the other. 'The Black Eagle' is + its old name. Ask any traveller familiar with the road between Augsburg and + Schlestadt, and he will counsel you to avoid 'The Black Eagle.' You are travelling to + Schlestadt, perhaps."</p> + <p>Wogan had started ever so slightly.</p> + <p>"To Strasbourg," he said, and thereafter ate his supper in silence, taking count + with himself. "My friend," so his thoughts ran, "the sooner you reach Schlestadt the + better. Here are you bleating like a sheep at a mere chance mention of your + destination. You have lived too close with this fine scheme of yours. You need your + friends."</p> + <p>Wogan began to be conscious of an unfamiliar sense of loneliness. It grew upon him + that evening while he sat at the table; it accompanied him up the stairs to bed. + Other men of his age were now seated comfortably by their own hearths, while he was + hurrying about Europe, a vagabond adventurer, risking his life for—and at once + the reason why he was risking his life rose up to convict him a grumbler.</p> + <p>The landlord led him into a room in the front of the house which held a great + canopied bed and little other furniture. There was not even a curtain to the window. + Wogan raised his candle and surveyed the dingy walls.</p> + <p>"You have not spent much of your new paint on your guest-room, my friend."</p> + <a name="page64" id="page64"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 64]</span> + <p>"Sir, you have not marked the door," said his host, reproachfully.</p> + <p>"True," said Wogan, with a yawn; "the door is admirably white."</p> + <p>"The frame of the door does not suffer in a comparison." The landlord raised and + lowered his candle that Wogan might see.</p> + <p>"I do not wish to be unjust to the frame of the door," said Wogan, and he drew off + his boots. The landlord bade his guest good-night and descended the stairs.</p> + <p>Wogan, being a campaigner, was methodical even though lost in reflection. He was + reflecting now why in the world he should lately have become sensible of loneliness; + but at the same time he put the Prince's letter beneath his pillow and a sheathed + hunting-knife beside the letter. He had always been lonely, and the fact had never + troubled him; he placed a chair on the left of the bed and his candle on the chair. + Besides, he was not really lonely, having a host of friends whom he had merely to + seek out; he took the charges from his pistol lest they should be damp, and renewed + them and placed the pistols by the candle. He had even begun to pity himself for his + loneliness, and pity of that sort, he recognised, was a discreditable quality; the + matter was altogether very disquieting. He propped his sword against the chair and + undressed. Wogan cast back in his memories for the first sensations of loneliness. + They were recent, since he had left Ohlau, indeed. He opened the window; <a + name="page65" id="page65"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 65]</span> the rain splashed + in on the sill, pattered in the street puddles below, and fell across the country + with a continuous roar as though the level plain was a stretched drum. No; he had + only felt lonely since he had come near to Schlestadt, since, in a word, he had + deemed himself to have outstripped pursuit. He got into his bed and blew out the + candle.</p> + <p>For a moment the room was black as pitch, then on his left side the darkness + thinned at one point and a barred square of grey became visible; the square of grey + was the window. Wogan understood that his loneliness came upon him with the respite + from his difficulties, and concluded that, after all, it was as well that he had not + a comfortable fireside whereby to sun himself. He turned over on his right side and + saw the white door and its white frame. The rain made a dreary sound outside the + window, but in three days he would be at Schlestadt. Besides he fell asleep.</p> + <p>And in a little he dreamed. He dreamed that he was swinging on a gibbet before the + whole populace of Innspruck, that he died to his bewilderment without any pain + whatever, but that pain came to him after he was quite dead,—not bodily pain at + all, but an anguish of mind because the chains by which he was hanged would groan and + creak, and the populace, mistaking that groaning for his cries, scoffed at him and + ridiculed his King for sending to rescue the Princess Clementina a marrowless thing + that could not die like a man. Wogan stirred in his sleep and waked up. The rain had + ceased, <a name="page66" id="page66"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 66]</span> and a + light wind blew across the country. Outside the sign-board creaked and groaned upon + its stanchion. Once he became aware of that sound he could no longer sleep for + listening to it; and at last he sprang out of bed, and leaning out of the window + lifted the sign-board off the stanchion and into his bedroom.</p> + <p>It was a plain white board without any device on it. "True," thought Wogan, "the + man wants a new name for his inn." He propped the board against the left side of his + bed, since that was nearest to the window, got between the sheets, and began to think + over names. He turned on his right side and fell asleep again.</p> + <p>He was not to sleep restfully that night. He waked again, but very slowly, and + without any movement of his body. He lay with his face towards the door, dreamily + considering that the landlord, for all his pride in his new paint, had employed a bad + workman who had left a black strip of the door unpainted,—a fairly wide strip, + too, which his host should never have overlooked.</p> + <p>Wogan was lazily determining to speak to the landlord about it when his + half-awakened mind was diverted by a curious phenomenon, a delusion of the eyes such + as he had known to have befallen him before when he had stared for a long while on + any particular object: the strip of black widened and widened. Wogan waited for it to + contract, as it would be sure to do. But it did not contract, and—so Wogan + waked up completely.</p> + <a name="page67" id="page67"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 67]</span> + <p>He waked up with a shock of the heart, with all his senses startled and strained. + But he had been gradually waking before, and so by neither movement nor cry did he + betray that he was awake. He had not locked the door of his room; that widening strip + of black ran vertically down from the lintel to the ground and between the white door + and the white door frame. The door was being cautiously pushed open; the strip of + black was the darkness of the passage coming through.</p> + <p>Wogan slid his hand beneath his pillow, and drew the knife from its sheath as + silently as the door opened. The strip of black ceased to widen, there was a slight + scuffling sound upon the floor which Wogan was at no loss to understand. It was the + sound of a man crawling into the room upon his hands and knees.</p> + <p>Wogan lay on his side and felt grateful to his host,—an admirable + man,—for he had painted his door white, and now he crawled through it on his + hands and knees. No doubt he would crawl to the side of the bed; he did. To feel, no + doubt, for Mr. Wogan's coat and breeches and any little letter which might be hiding + in the pockets. But here Wogan was wrong. For he saw a dark thing suddenly on the + counterpane at the edge of the bed. The dark thing travelled upwards very softly; it + had four fingers and a thumb. It was, no doubt, travelling towards the pillow, and as + soon as it got there—but Wogan watching that hand beneath his dosed eyelids had + again to admit that he was wrong. <a name="page68" id="page68"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 68]</span> It did not travel towards the pillow; to his + astonishment it stole across towards him, it touched his chest very gently, and then + he understood. The hand was creeping upwards towards his throat.</p> + <p>Meanwhile Wogan had seen no face, though the face must be just below the level of + the bed. He only saw the hand and the arm behind it. He moved as if in his sleep, and + the hand disappeared. As if in his sleep, he flung out his left arm and felt for the + sign-board standing beside his bed. The bed was soft. Wogan wanted something hard, + and it had occurred to him that the sign-board would very well serve his turn. An + idea, too, which seemed to him diverting, had presented itself to his mind.</p> + <p>With a loud sigh and a noisy movement such as a man halfway between wakefulness + and sleep may make he flung himself over onto his left side. At the same moment he + lifted the white sign-board onto the bed. It seemed that he could not rest on his + left side, for he flung over again to his right and pulled the bedclothes over as he + turned. The sign-board now lay flat upon the bed, but on the right side between + himself and the man upon the floor. His mouth uttered a little murmur of contentment, + he drew down the hand beneath the pillow, and in a second was breathing regularly and + peacefully.</p> + <div class="figcenter"> + <a href="images/image2_full.png"><img src="images/image2_small.png" alt="" /></a> + <p>"WITH HIS RIGHT ARM HE DROVE HIS HUNTING KNIFE DOWN INTO THE BACK OF THE + HAND."—<i>Page 69</i>.</p> + </div> + <p>The hand crept onto the bed again and upwards, and suddenly lay spread out upon + the board and quite still. Just for a second the owner of that hand had been + surprised and paralysed by the unexpected. <a name="page69" id="page69"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 69]</span> It was only that second which Wogan needed. He sat up, + and with his right arm he drove his hunting knife down into the back of the hand and + pinned it fast to the board; with his left he felt for, found, and gripped a mouth + already open to cry out. He dropped his hunting knife, caught the intruder round the + waist, lifted him onto the bed, and setting a knee upon his chest gagged him with an + end of the sheet. The man fought wildly with his free hand, beating the air. Wogan + knelt upon that arm with his other knee.</p> + <p>Wogan needed a rope, but since he had none he used the sheets and bound his + prisoner to the bed. Then he got up and went to the door. The house was quite silent, + quite dark. Wogan shut the door gently—there was no key in the lock—and + bending over the bed looked into the face of his assailant. The face was twisted with + pain, the whites of the eyes glared horribly, but Wogan could see that the man was + his landlord.</p> + <p>He stood up and thought. There was another man who had met him in the village and + had guided him to the inn; there was still a third who had gone out of the kitchen as + Wogan had entered it; there was the wife, too, who might be awake.</p> + <p>Wogan crossed to the window and looked out. The window was perhaps twenty feet + from the ground, but the stanchion was three feet below the window. He quickly put on + his clothes, slipped the letter from under his pillow into a pocket, strapped his + saddle-bag and lowered it from the <a name="page70" id="page70"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 70]</span> window by a blanket. He had already one leg on the + sill when a convulsive movement of the man on the bed made him stop. He climbed back + into the room, drew the knife out of the board and out of the hand pinned to the + board, and making a bandage wrapped the wound up.</p> + <p>"You must lie there till morning, my friend," Wogan whispered in his ear, "but + here's a thing to console you. I have found a name for your inn; I have painted the + device upon your sign-board. The 'Inn of the Five Red Fingers.' There's never a + passer-by but will stop to inquire the reason of so conspicuous a sign;" and Wogan + climbed out of the window, lowered himself till he hung at the full length of his + arms from the stanchion, and dropped on the ground. He picked up his saddle-bag and + crept round the house to the stable. The door needed only a push to open it. In the + hay-loft above he heard a man snoring. Mr. Wogan did not think it worth while to + disturb him. He saddled his horse, walked it out into the yard, mounted, and rode + quietly away.</p> + <p>He had escaped, but without much credit to himself.</p> + <p>"There was no key in the door," he thought. "I should have noticed it. Misset, the + man of resources, would have tilted a chair backwards against that door with its top + bar wedged beneath the door handle." Certainly Wogan needed Misset if he was to + succeed in his endeavour. He was sunk in humiliation; his very promise to rescue <a + name="page71" id="page71"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 71]</span> the Princess + shrank from its grandeur and became a mere piece of impertinence. But he still had + his letter in his pocket, and in time that served to enhearten him. Only two more + days, he thought. On the third night he would sleep in Schlestadt.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page72" id="page72"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 72]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> + <p>The next afternoon Wogan came to the town of Ulm.</p> + <p>"Gaydon," he said to himself as he watched its towers and the smoke curling + upwards from its chimneys, "would go no further to-day with this letter in his + pocket. Gaydon—the cautious Gaydon—would sleep in this town and in its + most populous quarter. Gaydon would put up at the busiest inn. Charles Wogan will + follow Gaydon's example."</p> + <p>Wogan rode slowly through the narrow streets of gabled houses until he came to the + market square. The square was frequented; its great fountain was playing; citizens + were taking the air with their wives and children; the chief highway of the town ran + through it; on one side stood the frescoed Rathhaus, and opposite to it there was a + spacious inn. Wogan drew up at the doorway and saw that the hall was encumbered with + baggage. "Gaydon would stop here," said he, and he dismounted. The porter came + forward and took his horse.</p> + <p>"I need a room," said Wogan, and he entered the house. There were people going up + and down the stairs. While he was unstrapping his valise in his bedroom, a servant + with an apron about his <a name="page73" id="page73"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 73]</span> waist knocked at the door and inquired whether he could help him.</p> + <p>"No," said Wogan; and he thought with more confidence than ever, "here, to be + sure, is where Gaydon would sleep."</p> + <p>He supped at the ordinary in the company of linen merchants and travellers, and + quite recovered his spirits. He smoked a pipe of tobacco on a bench under the trees + of the square, and giving an order that he should be called at five went up to his + bedroom.</p> + <p>There was a key in the lock of the door, which Wogan turned; he also tilted a + chair and wedged the handle. He opened the window and looked out. His room was on the + first floor and not very high from the ground. A man might possibly climb through the + window. Gaydon would assuredly close the shutters and the window, so that no one + could force an entrance without noise. Wogan accordingly did what Gaydon would + assuredly have done, and when he blew out his candle found himself in consequence in + utter darkness. No glimmer of light was anywhere visible. He had his habits like + another, and one of them was to sleep without blinds or curtains drawn. His present + deflection from this habit made him restless; he was tired, he wished above all + things to sleep, but sleep would not come. He turned from one side to the other, he + punched his pillows, he tried to sleep with his head low, and when that failed with + his head high.</p> + <a name="page74" id="page74"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 74]</span> + <p>He resigned himself in the end to a sleepless night, and lying in his bed drew + some comfort from the sound of voices and the tread of feet in the passages and the + rooms about him. These, at all events, were companionable, and they assured him of + safety. But in a while they ceased, and he was left in a silence as absolute as the + darkness. He endured this silence for perhaps half an hour, and then all manner of + infinitesimal sounds began to stir about him. The lightest of footsteps moved about + his bed, faint sighs breathed from very close at hand, even his name was softly + whispered. He sat suddenly up in his bed, and at once all these sounds became + explained to him. They came from the street and the square outside the window. So + long as he sat up they were remote, but the moment he lay down again they peopled the + room.</p> + <p>"Sure," said Wogan, "here is a lesson for architects. Build no shutters to a house + when the man that has to live in it has a spark of imagination, else will he go stark + raving mad before the mortar's dry. Window shutters are window shutters, but they are + the doors of Bedlam as well. Now Gaydon should have slept in this room. Gaydon's a + great man. Gaydon has a great deal of observation and common sense, and was never + plagued with a flim-flam of fancies. To be sure, I need Gaydon, but since I have not + Gaydon, I'll light a candle."</p> + <p>With that Wogan got out of bed. He had made himself so secure with his key and his + tilted chair <a name="page75" id="page75"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 75]</span> + and his shutters that he had not thought of placing his candle by his bedside. It + stood by his looking-glass on the table. Now the room was so pitch dark that Wogan + could do no more than guess at the position even of the window. The table, he + remembered, was not far from the door, and the door was at some distance from his + bed, and in the wall on his right. He moved forward in the darkness with his hands in + front of him, groping for the table. The room was large; in a little his hands + touched something, and that something was a pillar of the bed. He had missed his way + in his bedroom. Wogan laughed to himself and started off again; and the next thing + which his outstretched hands touched was a doorknob. The table should now be a little + way to his left. He was just turning away in that direction, when it occurred to him + that he ought to have felt the rim of the top bar of his tilted chair underneath the + door-handle. He stooped down and felt for the chair; there was no chair, and he stood + very still.</p> + <p>The fears bred of imagination had now left him; he was restored by the shock of an + actual danger. He leaned forward quietly and felt if the key was still in the lock. + But there was no lock to this door. Wogan felt the surface of the door; it was of + paper. It was plainly the door of a cupboard in the wall, papered after the same + pattern as the wall, which by the flickering light of his single candle he had + overlooked.</p> + <a name="page76" id="page76"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 76]</span> + <p>He opened the door and stretched out his arms into the cupboard. He touched + something that moved beneath his hand, a stiff, short crop of hair, the hair of a + man's head. He drew his arm away as though an adder had stung it; he did not utter a + cry or make a movement. He stood for a moment paralysed, and during that moment a + strong hand caught him by the throat.</p> + <p>Wogan was borne backwards, his assailant sprang at him from the cupboard, he + staggered under the unexpected vigour of the attack, he clutched his enemy, and the + two men came to the ground with a crash. Even as he fell Wogan thought, "Gaydon would + never have overlooked that cupboard."</p> + <p>It was the only reflection, however, for which he could afford time. He was + undermost, and the hand at his throat had the grip of a steel glove. He fought with + blows from his fists and his bent knees; he twisted his legs about the legs of his + enemy; he writhed his body if so he might dislodge him; he grappled wildly for his + throat. But all the time his strength grew less; he felt that his temples were + swelling, and it seemed to him that his eyes must burst. The darkness of the room was + spotted with sparks of fire; the air was filled with a continuous roar like a million + chariots in a street. He saw the face of his chosen woman, most reproachful and yet + kind, gazing at him from behind the bars which now would never be broken, and then + there came a loud banging at the door. The summons surprised <a name="page77" + id="page77"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 77]</span> them both, so hotly had they + been engaged, so unaware were they of the noise which their fall had made.</p> + <p>Wogan felt his assailant's hand relax and heard him say in a low muffled voice, + "It is nothing. Go to bed! I fell over a chair in the dark."</p> + <p>That momentary relaxation was, he knew, his last chance. He gathered his strength + in a supreme effort, lurched over onto his left side, and getting his right arm free + swung it with all his strength in the direction of the voice. His clenched fist + caught his opponent full under the point of the chin, and the hand at Wogan's throat + clutched once and fell away limp as an empty glove. Wogan sat up on the floor and + drew his breath. That, after all, was more than his antagonist was doing. The + knocking at the door continued; Wogan could not answer it, he had not the strength. + His limbs were shaking, the sweat clotted his hair and dripped from his face. But his + opponent was quieter still. At last he managed to gather his legs beneath him, to + kneel up, to stand shakily upon his feet. He could no longer mistake the position of + the door; he tottered across to it, removed the chair, and opened it.</p> + <p>The landlord with a couple of servants stepped back as Wogan showed himself to the + light of their candles. Wogan heard their exclamations, though he did not clearly + understand them, for his ears still buzzed. He saw their startled faces, but only + dimly, for he was dazzled by the light. <a name="page78" id="page78"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 78]</span> He came back into the room, and pointing to his + assailant,—a sturdy, broad man, who now sat up opening and shutting his eyes in + a dazed way,—"Who is that?" he asked, gasping rather than speaking the + words.</p> + <p>"Who is that?" repeated the landlord, staring at Wogan.</p> + <p>"Who is that?" said Wogan, leaning against the bed-post.</p> + <p>"Why, sir, your servant. Who should he be?"</p> + <p>Wogan was silent for a little, considering as well as his rambling wits allowed + this new development.</p> + <p>"Ah!" said Wogan, "he came here with me?" "Yes, since he is your servant."</p> + <p>The landlord was evidently mystified; he was no less evidently speaking with + sincerity. Wogan reflected that to proffer a charge against the assailant would + involve his own detention in Ulm.</p> + <p>"To be sure," said he, "I know. This is my servant. That is precisely what I + mean." His wits were at work to find a way out of his difficulty. "This is my + servant? What then?" he asked fiercely.</p> + <p>"But I don't understand," said the landlord.</p> + <p>"You don't understand!" cried Wogan. "Was there ever such a landlord? He does not + understand. This is my servant, I tell you."</p> + <p>"Yes, sir, but—but—"</p> + <p>"Well?"</p> + <p>"We were roused—there was a noise—a noise of men fighting."</p> + <a name="page79" id="page79"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 79]</span> + <p>"There would have been no noise," said Wogan, triumphantly, "if you had prepared a + bed for my servant. He would not have crept into my cupboard to sleep off his + drunkenness."</p> + <p>"But, sir, there was a bed."</p> + <p>"You should have seen that he was carried to it. As it is, here have I been driven + to beat him and to lose my night's rest in consequence. It is not fitting. I do not + think that your inn is well managed."</p> + <p>Wogan expressed his indignation with so majestic an air that the landlord was soon + apologising for having disturbed a gentleman in the proper exercise of belabouring + his valet.</p> + <p>"We will carry the fellow away," said he.</p> + <p>"You will do nothing of the kind," said Wogan. "He shall get back into his + cupboard and there he shall remain till daybreak. Come, get up!"</p> + <p>Wogan's self-appointed valet got to his feet. There was no possibility of an + escape for him since there were three men between him and the door. On the other + hand, obedience to Wogan might save him from a charge of attempted theft.</p> + <p>"In with you," said Wogan, and the man obeyed. His head no doubt was still + spinning from the blow, and he had the stupid look of one dazed.</p> + <p>"There is no lock to the door," said the landlord.</p> + <p>"There is no need of a lock," said Wogan, "so long as one has a chair. The fellow + will do very well till the morning. But I will take your three candles, for it is not + likely that I shall sleep."</p> + <a name="page80" id="page80"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 80]</span> + <p>Wogan smoked his pipe all the rest of the night, reclining on a couple of chairs + in front of the cupboard. In the morning he made his valet walk three miles by his + horse's side. The man dared not disobey, and when Wogan finally let him go he was so + far from the town that, had he confederates there, he could do no harm.</p> + <p>Wogan continued his journey. Towns, it was proved, were no safer to him than + villages. He began to wonder how it was that no traps had been laid for him on the + earlier stages of his journey, and he suddenly hit upon the explanation. "It was that + night," said he to himself, "when the Prince sat by the Countess with the list of my + friends in his hands. The names were all erased but three, and against those three + was that other name of Schlestadt. No doubt the Countess while she bent over her + harp-strings took a look at that list. I must run the gauntlet into Schlestadt."</p> + <p>Towards evening he came to Stuttgart and rode through the Schloss Platz and along + the Königstrasse. Wogan would not sleep there, since there the Duke of + Würtemberg held his court, and in that court the Countess of Berg was very + likely to have friends. He rode onwards through the valley along the banks of the + Nesen brook until he came to its junction with the Neckar.</p> + <p>A mile farther a wooden mill stood upon the river-bank, beyond the mill was a + tavern, and beyond the tavern stood a few cottages. At some distance from the + cottages along the road, Wogan <a name="page81" id="page81"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 81]</span> could see a high brick wall, and over the top the + chimneys and the slate roof of a large house. Wogan stopped at the tavern. It + promised no particular comfort, it was a small dilapidated house; but it had the + advantage that it was free from new paint. It seemed to Wogan, however, wellnigh + useless to take precautions in the choice of a lodging; danger leaped at him from + every quarter. For this last night he must trust to his luck; and besides there was + the splash of the water falling over the mill-dam. It was always something to Wogan + to fall asleep with that sound in his ears. He dismounted accordingly, and having + ordered his supper asked for a room.</p> + <p>"You will sleep here?" exclaimed his host.</p> + <p>"I will at all events lie in bed," returned Wogan.</p> + <p>The innkeeper took a lamp and led the way up a narrow winding stair.</p> + <p>"Have a care, sir," said he; "the stairs are steep."</p> + <p>"I prefer them steep."</p> + <p>"I am afraid that I keep the light from you, but there is no room for two to walk + abreast."</p> + <p>"It is an advantage. I do not like to be jostled on the stairs."</p> + <p>The landlord threw open a door at the top of the stairs.</p> + <p>"The room is a garret," he said in apology.</p> + <p>"So long as it has no cupboards it will serve my turn."</p> + <p>"Ah! you do not like cupboards."</p> + <a name="page82" id="page82"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 82]</span> + <p>"They fill a poor man with envy of those who have clothes to hang in them."</p> + <p>Wogan ascertained that there were no cupboards. There was a key, too, in the lock, + and a chest of drawers which could be moved very suitably in front of the door.</p> + <p>"It is a good garret," said Wogan, laying down his bag upon a chair.</p> + <p>"The window is small," continued the landlord.</p> + <p>"One will be less likely to fall out," said Wogan. One would also, he thought, be + less likely to climb in. He looked out of the window. It was a good height from the + ground; there was no stanchion or projection in the wall, and it seemed impossible + that a man could get his shoulders through the opening. Wogan opened the window to + try it, and the sound of someone running came to his ears.</p> + <p>"Oho!" said he, but he said it to himself, "here's a man in a mighty hurry."</p> + <p>A mist was rising from the ground; the evening, too, was dark. Wogan could see no + one in the road below, but he heard the footsteps diminishing into a faint patter. + Then they ceased altogether. The man who ran was running in the direction of + Stuttgart.</p> + <p>"Yes, your garret will do," said Wogan, in quite a different voice. He had begun + to think that this night he would sleep, and he realised now that he must not. The + man might be running on his own business, but this was the last night before Wogan + would reach his friends. Stuttgart was <a name="page83" id="page83"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 83]</span> only three miles away. He could take no risks, and so + he must stay awake with his sword upon his knees. Had his horse been able to carry + him farther, he would have ridden on, but the horse was even more weary than its + master. Besides, the narrow staircase made his room an excellent place to defend.</p> + <p>"Get my supper," said he, "for I am very tired."</p> + <p>"Will your Excellency sup here?" asked the landlord.</p> + <p>"By no manner of means," returned Wogan, who had it in his mind to spy out the + land. "I detest nothing so much as my own company."</p> + <p>He went downstairs into the common room and supped off a smoked ham and a bottle + of execrable wine. While he ate a man came in and sat him down by the fire. The man + had a hot, flushed face, and when he saluted Wogan he could hardly speak.</p> + <p>"You have been running," said Wogan, politely.</p> + <p>"Sir, running is a poor man's overcoat for a chilly evening; besides it helps me + to pay with patience the price of wine for vinegar;" and the fellow called the + landlord.</p> + <p>Presently two other men entered, and taking a seat by the fire chatted together as + though much absorbed in their private business. These two men wore swords.</p> + <p>"You have a good trade," said Wogan to the landlord.</p> + <p>"The mill brings me custom."</p> + <p>The door opened as the landlord spoke, and a <a name="page84" + id="page84"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 84]</span> big loud-voiced man cheerily + wished the company good evening. The two companions at the fire paid no heed to the + civility; the third, who had now quite recovered his breath, replied to it. Wogan + pushed his plate away and called for a pipe. He thought it might perhaps prove well + worth his while to study his landlord's clients before he retired up those narrow + stairs. The four men gave no sign of any common agreement, nor were they at all + curious as to Wogan. If they spoke at all, they spoke as strangers speak. But while + Wogan was smoking his first pipe a fifth man entered, and he just gave one quick + glance at Wogan. Wogan behind a cloud of tobacco-smoke saw the movement of the head + and detected the look. It might signify nothing but curiosity, of course, but Wogan + felt glad that the stairs were narrow. He finished his pipe and was knocking out the + ashes when it occurred to him that he had seen that fifth man before; and Wogan + looked at him more carefully, and though the fellow was disguised by the growth of a + beard he recognised him. It was the servant whom Wogan had seen one day in the + Countess of Berg's livery of green and red galloping along the road to Prague.</p> + <p>"I know enough now," thought Wogan. "I can go to bed. The staircase is a pretty + place with which we shall all be more familiar in an hour or two." He laughed quietly + to himself with a little thrill of enjoyment. His fatigue had vanished. He was on the + point of getting up from the table <a name="page85" id="page85"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 85]</span> when the two men by the fire looked round towards the + last comer and made room for him upon their settle. But he said, "I find the room + hot, and will stay by the door."</p> + <p>Wogan changed his mind at the words; he did not get up. On the contrary, he filled + his pipe a second time very thoughtfully. He had stayed too long in the room, it + seemed; the little staircase was, after all, likely to prove of no service. He did + not betray himself by any start or exclamation, he did not even look up, but bending + his head over his pipe he thought over the disposition of the room. The fireplace was + on his right; the door was opposite to him; the window in the wall at his left. The + window was high from the ground and at some distance. On the other hand, he had + certain advantages. He was in a corner, he had the five men in front of him, and + between them and himself stood a solid table. A loaded pistol was in his belt, his + sword hung at his side, and his hunting knife at his waist. Still the aspect of + affairs was changed.</p> + <p>"Five men," thought he, "upon a narrow staircase are merely one man who has to be + killed five times, but five men in a room are five simultaneous assailants. I need + O'Toole here, I need O'Toole's six feet four and the length of his arm and the weight + of him—these things I need—but are there five or only four?" And he was + at once aware that the two men at the fire had ceased to talk of their business. No + one, indeed, was speaking <a name="page86" id="page86"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 86]</span> at all, and no one so much as shuffled a foot. Wogan raised his head and + proceeded to light his pipe; and he saw that all the five men were silently watching + him, and it seemed to him that those five pairs of eyes were unnaturally bright.</p> + <p>However, he appeared to be entirely concerned with his pipe, which, however hard + he puffed at it, would not draw. No doubt the tobacco was packed too tight in the + bowl. He loosened it, and when he had loosened it the pipe had gone out. He fumbled + in his pocket and discovered in the breast of his coat a letter. This letter he + glanced through to make sure that it was of no importance, and having informed + himself upon the point he folded it into a long spill and walked over to the + hearth.</p> + <p>The five pairs of eyes followed his movements. He, however, had no attention to + spare. He bent down, lit his spill in the flame, and deliberately lighted his pipe. + The tobacco rose above the rim of the bowl like a head of ale in a tankard. Wogan, + still holding the burning spill in his right hand, pressed down the tobacco with the + little finger of his left, and lighted the pipe again. By this time his spill had + burned down to his fingers. He dropped the end into the fire and walked back to his + seat. The five pairs of eyes again turned as he turned. He stumbled at a crack in the + floor, fell against the table with a clatter of his sword, and rolled noisily into + his seat. When he sat down a careful observer might have noticed that his pistol was + now at full cock.</p> + <a name="page87" id="page87"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 87]</span> + <p>He had barely seated himself when the polite man, who had come first hot and short + of breath into the room, crossed the floor and leaning over the table said with a + smile and the gentlest voice, "I think, sir, you ought to know that we are all very + poor men."</p> + <p>"I, too," replied Wogan, "am an Irishman."</p> + <p>The polite man leaned farther across the table; his voice became wheedling in its + suavity. "I think you ought to know that we are all very poor men."</p> + <p>"The repetition of the remark," said Wogan, "argues certainly a poverty of + ideas."</p> + <p>"We wish to become less poor."</p> + <p>"It is an aspiration which has pushed many men to creditable feats."</p> + <p>"You can help us."</p> + <p>"My prayers are at your disposal," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"By more than your prayers;" and he added in a tone of apology, "there are five of + us."</p> + <p>"Then I have a guinea apiece for you," and Wogan thrust the table a little away + from him to search his pockets. It also gave him more play.</p> + <p>"We do not want your money. You have a letter which we can coin."</p> + <p>Wogan smiled.</p> + <p>"There, sir, you are wrong."</p> + <p>The polite man waved the statement aside. "A letter from Prince Sobieski," said + he.</p> + <p>"I had such a letter a minute ago, but I lit my pipe with it under your nose."</p> + <a name="page88" id="page88"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 88]</span> + <p>The polite man stepped back; his four companions started to their feet.</p> + <p>The servant from Ohlau cried out with an oath, "It's a lie."</p> + <p>Wogan shrugged his shoulders and crossed his legs.</p> + <p>"Here's a fine world," said he. "A damned rag of a lackey gives a gentleman the + lie."</p> + <p>"You will give me the letter," said the polite man, coming round the table. He + held his right hand behind his back.</p> + <p>"You can sweep up the ashes from the hearth," said Wogan, who made no movement of + any kind. The polite man came close to his side; Wogan let him come. The polite man + stretched out his left hand towards Wogan's pocket. Wogan knocked the hand away, and + the man's right arm swung upwards from behind his back with a gleaming pistol in the + hand. Wogan was prepared for him; he had crossed his legs to be prepared, and as the + arm came round he kicked upwards from the knee. The toe of his heavy boot caught the + man upon the point of the elbow. His arm was flung up; the pistol exploded and then + dropped onto the floor. That assailant was for the time out of action, but at the + same moment the lackey came running across the floor, his shoulders thrust forward, a + knife in his hand.</p> + <p>Wogan had just time to notice that the lackey's coat was open at his breast. He + stood up, leaned over the table, caught the lapels one in each hand <a name="page89" + id="page89"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 89]</span> as the fellow rushed at him, and + lifting the coat up off his shoulders violently jammed it backwards down his arms as + though he would strip him of it. The lackey stood with his arms pinioned at his + elbows for a second. During that second Wogan drew his hunting knife from his belt + and drove it with a terrible strength into the man's chest.</p> + <p>"There's a New Year's gift for your mistress, the Countess of Berg," cried Wogan; + and the lackey swung round with the force of the blow and then hopped twice in a + horrible fashion with his feet together across the room as though returning to his + place, and fell upon the floor, where he lay twisting.</p> + <p>The polite man was nursing his elbow in a corner; there were three others + left,—the man with the cheery voice, who had no weapon but a knobbed stick, and + the companions on the settle. These two had swords and had drawn them. They leaped + over the lackey's body and rushed at Wogan one a little in advance of the other. + Wogan tilted the heavy table and flung it over to make a barricade in front of him. + It fell with a crash, and the lower rim struck upon the instep of the leader and + pinned his foot. His companion drew back; he himself uttered a cry and wrenched at + his foot. Wogan with his left hand drew his sword from the scabbard, and with the + same movement passed it through his opponent's body. The man stood swaying, pinned + there by his foot and held erect. Then he made one desperate lunge, fell forward + across <a name="page90" id="page90"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 90]</span> the + barricade, and hung there. Wogan parried the lunge; the sword fell from the man's + hand and clattered onto the floor within the barricade. Wogan stamped upon it with + his heel and snapped the blade. He had still two opponents; and as they advanced + again he suddenly sprung onto the edge of the table, gave one sweeping cut in a + circle with his sword, and darted across the room. The two men gave ground; Wogan + passed between them. Before they could strike at his back he was facing them again. + He had no longer his barricade, but on the other hand his shoulders were against the + door.</p> + <p>The swordsman crossed blades with him, and at the first pass Wogan realised with + dismay that his enemy was a swordsman in knowledge as well as in the possession of + the weapon. He had a fencer's suppleness of wrist and balance of body; he pressed + Wogan hard and without flurry. The blade of his sword made glittering rings about + Wogan's, and the point struck at his breast like an adder.</p> + <p>Wogan was engaged with his equal if not with his better. He was fighting for his + life with one man, and he would have to fight for it with two, nay, with three. For + over his opponent's shoulder he saw his first polite antagonist cross to the table + and pick up from the ground the broken sword. One small consolation Wogan had; the + fellow picked it up with his left hand, his right elbow was still useless. But even + that consolation lasted him for no long time, for out of the tail of his eye he <a + name="page91" id="page91"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 91]</span> could see the big + fellow creeping up with his stick raised along the wall at his right.</p> + <p>Wogan suddenly pressed upon his opponent, delivering thrust upon thrust, and + forced him to give ground. As the swordsman drew back, Wogan swept his weapon round + and slashed at the man upon his right. But the stroke was wide of its mark, and the + big man struck at the sword with his stick, struck with all his might, so that + Wogan's arm tingled from the wrist to the shoulder. That, however, was the least part + of the damage the stick did. It broke Wogan's sword short off at the hilt.</p> + <p>Both men gave a cry of delight. Wogan dropped the hilt.</p> + <p>"I have a loaded pistol, my friends; you have forgotten that," he cried, and + plucked the pistol from his belt. At the same moment he felt behind him with his left + hand for the knob of the door. He fired at the swordsman and his pistol missed, he + flung it at the man with the stick, and as he flung it he sprang to the right, threw + open the door, darted into the passage, and slammed the door to.</p> + <p>It was the work of a second. The men sprang at him as he opened the door; as he + slammed it close a sword-point pierced the thin panel and bit like a searing iron + into his shoulder. Wogan uttered a cry; he heard an answering shout in the room, he + clung to the handle, setting his foot against the wall, and was then stabbed in the + back. For his host was waiting for him in the passage.</p> + <p>Wogan dropped the door-handle and turned. <a name="page92" id="page92"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 92]</span> That last blow had thrown him into a violent rage. + Possessed by rage, he was no longer conscious of wounds or danger; he was conscious + only of superhuman strength. The knife was already lifted to strike again. Wogan + seized the wrist which held the knife, grappled with the innkeeper, and caught him + about the body. The door of the room, now behind him, was flung violently open. + Wogan, who was wrought to a frenzy, lifted up the man he wrestled with, and swinging + round hurled him headlong through the doorway. The three men were already on the + threshold. The new missile bounded against them, tumbled them one against the other, + and knocked them sprawling and struggling on the floor.</p> + <p>Wogan burst into a laugh of exultation; he saw his most dangerous enemy striving + to disentangle himself and his sword.</p> + <p>"Aha, my friend," he cried, "you handle a sword very prettily, but I am the better + man at cock-shies." And shutting the door to be ran down the passage into the + road.</p> + <p>He had seen a house that afternoon with a high garden wall about it a quarter of a + mile away. Wogan ran towards it. The mist was still thick, but he now began to feel + his strength failing. He was wounded in the shoulder, he was stabbed in the back, and + from both wounds the blood was flowing warm. Moreover, he looked backwards once over + his shoulder and saw a lantern dancing in the road. He kept doggedly running, though + his pace slackened; <a name="page93" id="page93"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 93]</span> he heard a shout and an answering shout behind him. He stumbled onto his + knees, picked himself up, and staggered on, labouring his breath, dizzy. He stumbled + again and fell, but as he fell he struck against the sharp corner of the wall. If he + could find an entrance into the garden beyond that wall! He turned off the road to + the left and ran across a field, keeping close along the side of the wall. He came to + another corner and turned to the right. As he turned he heard voices in the road. The + pursuers had stopped and were searching with the lantern for traces of his passage. + He ran along the back of the wall, feeling for a projection, a tree, anything which + would enable him to climb it. The wall was smooth, and though the branches of trees + swung and creaked above his head, their stems grew in the garden upon the other side. + He was pouring with sweat, his breath whistled, in his ears he had the sound of + innumerable armies marching across the earth, but he stumbled on. And at last, though + his right side brushed against the wall, he none the less struck against it also with + his chest. He was too dazed for the moment to understand what had happened; all the + breath he had left was knocked clean out of his body; he dropped in a huddle on the + ground.</p> + <p>In a little he recovered his breath; he listened and could no longer hear any + sound of voices; he began to consider. He reached a hand out in front of him and + touched the wall; he reached out a hand to the right of him and touched the wall + again. The <a name="page94" id="page94"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 94]</span> wall + projected then abruptly and made a right angle.</p> + <p>Now Wogan had spent his boyhood at Rathcoffey among cliffs and rocks. This wall, + he reflected, could not be more than twelve feet high. Would his strength last out? + He came to the conclusion that it must.</p> + <p>He took off his heavy boots and flung them one by one over the wall. Then he + pulled off his coat at the cost of some pain and an added weakness, for the coat was + stuck to his wounds and had roughly staunched them. He could feel the blood again + soaking his shirt. There was all the more need, then, for hurry. He stood up, jammed + his back into the angle of the wall, stretched out his arms on each side, pressing + with his elbows and hands, and then bending his knees crossed his legs tailor + fashion, and set the soles of his stockinged feet firmly against the bricks on each + side. He was thus seated as it were upon nothing, but retaining his position by the + pressure of his arms and feet and his whole body. Still retaining this position, very + slowly, very laboriously, he worked himself up the angle, stopping now and then to + regain his breath, now and then slipping back an inch. But he mounted towards the + top, and after a while the back of his head no longer touched the bricks. His head + was above the coping of the wall.</p> + <p>It was at this moment that he saw the lantern again, just at the corner where he + had turned. The lantern advanced slowly; it was now held aloft, <a name="page95" + id="page95"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 95]</span> now close to the ground. Wogan + was very glad he had thrown his boots and coat into the garden. He made a few last + desperate struggles; he could now place the palms of his hands behind him upon the + coping, and he hoisted himself up and sat on the wall.</p> + <p>The lantern was nearer to him; he lay flat upon his face on the coping, and then + lowering himself upon the garden side to the full length of his arms, he let go. He + fell into a litter of dead leaves, very soft and comfortable. He would not have + exchanged them at that moment for the Emperor's own bed. He lay upon his back and saw + the dark branches above his head grow bright and green. His pursuers were flashing + their lantern on the other side; there was only the thickness of the wall between him + and them. He could even hear them whispering and the brushing of their feet. He lay + still as a mouse; and then the earth heaved up and fell away altogether beneath him. + Wogan had fainted.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page96" id="page96"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 96]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> + <p>It was still night when Wogan opened his eyes, but the night was now clear of + mist. There was no moon, however, to give him a guess at the hour. He lay upon his + back among the dead leaves, and looking upwards at the stars, caught as it seemed in + a lattice-work of branches, floated back into consciousness. He moved, and the + movement turned him sick with pain. The knowledge of his wounds came to him and + brought with it a clear recollection of the last three nights. The ever-widening + black strip in the door on the first night, the clutch at his throat and the leap + from the cupboard on the second, the silent watching of those five pairs of eyes on + the third, and the lackey with the knife in his breast hopping with both feet + horribly across the floor,—the horror of these recollections swept in upon him + and changed him from a man into a timorous child. He lay and shuddered until in every + creak of the branches he heard the whisper of an enemy, in every flutter of leaves + across the lawn a stealthy footstep, and behind every tree-stem he caught the flap of + a cloak.</p> + <p>Stiff and sore, he raised himself from the ground, he groped for his boots and + coat, and putting them on moved cautiously through the trees, supporting <a + name="page97" id="page97"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 97]</span> himself from stem + to stem. He came to the borders of a wide, smooth lawn, and on the farther side stood + the house,—a long, two-storeyed house with level tiers of windows stretching to + the right and the left, and a bowed tower in the middle. Through one of the windows + in the ground-floor Wogan saw the spark of a lamp, and about that window a fan of + yellow light was spread upon the lawn.</p> + <p>Wogan at this moment felt in great need of companionship. He stole across the lawn + and looked into the room. An old gentleman with a delicate face, who wore his own + white hair, was bending over a book at a desk. The room was warmly furnished, the + door of the stove stood open, and Wogan could see the logs blazing merrily. A chill + wind swept across the lawn, very drear and ghostly. Wogan crept closer to the window. + A great boar-hound rose at the old man's feet and growled; then the old man rose, and + crossing to the window pressed his face against the panes with his hands curved about + his eyes. Wogan stepped forward and stood within the fan of light, spreading out his + arms to show that he came as a supplicant and with no ill intent.</p> + <p>The old man, with a word to his hound, opened the window.</p> + <p>"Who is it?" he asked, and with a thrill not of fear but of expectation in his + voice.</p> + <p>"A man wounded and in sore straits for his life, who would gladly sit for a few + minutes by your fire before he goes upon his way."</p> + <a name="page98" id="page98"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 98]</span> + <p>The old man stood aside, and Wogan entered the room. He was spattered from head to + foot with mud, his clothes were torn, his eyes sunken, his face was of a ghastly + pallor and marked with blood.</p> + <p>"I am the Chevalier Warner," said Wogan, "a gentleman of Ireland. You will pardon + me. But I have gone through so much these last three nights that I can barely stand;" + and dropping into a chair he dragged it up to the door of the stove, and crouched + there shivering.</p> + <p>The old man closed the window.</p> + <p>"I am Count Otto von Ahlen, and in my house you are safe as you are welcome."</p> + <p>He went to a sideboard, and filling a glass carried it to Wogan. The liquor was + brandy. Wogan drank it as though it had been so much water. He was in that condition + of fatigue when the most extraordinary events seem altogether commonplace and + natural. But as he felt the spirit warming his blood, he became aware of the great + difference between his battered appearance and that of the old gentleman with the + rich dress and the white linen who stooped so hospitably above him, and he began to + wonder at the readiness of the hospitality. Wogan might have been a thief, a + murderer, for all Count Otto knew. Yet the Count, with no other protection than his + dog, had opened his window, and at that late hour of the night had welcomed him + without a word of a question.</p> + <p>"Sir," said Wogan, "my visit is the most unceremonious thing in the world. I plump + in upon you <a name="page99" id="page99"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 99]</span> in + the dark of the morning, as I take it to be, and disturb you at your books without so + much as knocking at the door."</p> + <p>"It is as well you did not knock at the door," returned the Count, "for my + servants are long since in bed, and your knock would very likely have reached neither + their ears nor mine." And he drew up a chair and sat down opposite to Wogan, bending + forward with his hands upon his knees. The firelight played upon his pale, indoor + face, and it seemed to Wogan that he regarded his guest with a certain wistfulness. + Wogan spoke his thought aloud,—</p> + <p>"Yet I might be any hedgerow rascal with a taste for your plate, and no particular + scruples as to a life or two lying in the way of its gratification."</p> + <p>The Count smiled.</p> + <p>"Your visit is not so unexampled as you are inclined to think. Nearly thirty years + ago a young man as you are came in just such a plight as you and stood outside this + window at two o'clock of a dark morning. Even so early in my life I was at my books," + and he smiled rather sadly. "I let him in and he talked to me for an hour of matters + strange and dreamlike, and enviable to me. I have never forgotten that hour, nor to + tell the truth have I ever ceased to envy the man who talked to me during it, though + many years since he suffered a dreadful doom and vanished from among his fellows. I + shall be glad, therefore, to hear your story if you have a mind to tell it me. The + young <a name="page100" id="page100"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 100]</span> man + who came upon that other night was Count Philip Christopher von + Königsmarck."</p> + <p>Wogan started at the mention of this name. It seemed strange that that fitful and + brilliant man, whose brief, passionate, guilty life and mysterious end had made so + much noise in the world, had crossed that lawn and stood before that window at just + such an hour, and maybe had sat shivering in Wogan's very chair.</p> + <p>"I have no such story as Count Philip von Königsmarck no doubt had to tell," + said Wogan.</p> + <p>"Chevalier," said Count Otto, with a nod of approval, "Königsmarck had the + like reticence, though he was not always so discreet, I fear. The Princess Sophia + Dorothea was at that time on a visit to the Duke of Würtemberg at the palace in + Stuttgart, but Königsmarck told me only that he had snatched a breathing space + from the wars in the Low Countries and was bound thither again. Rumour told me + afterwards of his fatal attachment. He sat where you sit, Chevalier, wounded as you + are, a fugitive from pursuit. Even the stains and disorder of his plight could not + disguise the singular beauty of the man or make one insensible to the charm of his + manner. But I forget my duties," and he rose. "It would be as well, no doubt, if I + did not wake my servants?" he suggested.</p> + <p>"Count Otto," returned Wogan, with a smile, "they have their day's work + to-morrow."</p> + <p>The old man nodded, and taking a lamp from a table by the door went out of the + room.</p> + <a name="page101" id="page101"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 101]</span> + <p>Wogan remained alone; the dog nuzzled at his hand; but it seemed to Wogan that + there was another in the room besides himself and the dog. The sleeplessness and + tension of the last few days, the fatigue of his arduous journey, the fever of his + wounds, no doubt, had their effect upon him. He felt that Königsmarck was at his + side; his eyes could almost discern a shadowy and beautiful figure; his ears could + almost hear a musical vibrating voice. And the voice warned him,—in some + strange unaccountable way the voice warned and menaced him.</p> + <p>"I fought, I climbed that wall, I crossed the lawn, I took refuge here for love of + a queen. For love of a queen all my short life I lived. For love of a queen I died + most horribly; and the queen lives, though it would have gone better with her had she + died as horribly."</p> + <p>Wogan had once seen the lonely castle of Ahlden where that queen was imprisoned; + he had once caught a glimpse of her driving in the dusk across the heath surrounded + by her guards with their flashing swords.</p> + <p>He sat chilled with apprehensions and forebodings. They crowded in upon his mind + all the more terrible because he could not translate them into definite perils which + beyond this and that corner of his life might await him. He was the victim of + illusions, he assured himself, at which to-morrow safe in Schlestadt he would laugh. + But to-night the illusions were real. Königsmarck was with <a name="page102" + id="page102"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 102]</span> him. Königsmarck was by + some mysterious alchemy becoming incorporate with him. The voice which spoke and + warned and menaced was as much his as Königsmarck's.</p> + <p>The old Count opened the door and heard Wogan muttering to himself as he crouched + over the fire. The Count carried a basin of water in his hand and a sponge and some + linen. He insisted upon washing Wogan's wounds and dressing them in a simple way.</p> + <p>"They are not deep," he said; "a few days' rest and a clever surgeon will restore + you." He went from the room again and brought back a tray, on which were the remains + of a pie, a loaf of bread, and some fruit.</p> + <p>"While you eat, Chevalier, I will mix you a cordial," said he, and he set about + his hospitable work. "You ask me why I so readily opened my window to you. It was + because I took you for Königsmarck himself come back as mysteriously as he + disappeared. I did not think that if he came back now his hair would be as white, his + shoulders as bent, as mine. Indeed, one cannot think of Königsmarck except as a + youth. You had the very look of him as you stood in the light upon the lawn. You + have, if I may say so, something of his gallant bearing and something of his + grace."</p> + <p>Wogan could have heard no words more distressing to him at this moment.</p> + <p>"Oh, stop, sir. I pray you stop!" he cried out violently, and noting the instant + he had spoken the <a name="page103" id="page103"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 103]</span> surprise on Count Otto's face. "There, sir, I give you at once by my + discourtesy an example of how little I merit a comparison with that courtly nobleman. + Let me repair it by telling you, since you are willing to hear, of my night's + adventure." And as he ate he told his story, omitting the precise object of his + journey, the nature of the letter which he had burned, and any name which might give + a clue to the secret of his enterprise.</p> + <p>The Count Otto listened with his eyes as well as his ears; he hung upon the words, + shuddering at each danger that sprang upon Wogan, exclaiming in wonder at the shift + by which he escaped from it, and at times he looked over towards his books with a + glance of veritable dislike.</p> + <p>"To feel the blood run hot in one's veins, to be bedfellows with peril, to go + gallantly forward hand in hand with endeavour," he mused and broke off. "See, I own a + sword, being a gentleman. But it is a toy, an ornament; it stands over there in the + corner from day to day, and my servants clean it from rust as they will. Now you, + sir, I suppose—"</p> + <p>"My horse and my sword, Count," said Wogan, "when the pinch comes, they are one's + only servants. It would be an ill business if I did not see to their wants."</p> + <p>The old man was silent for a while. Then he said timidly, "It was for a woman, no + doubt, that you ran this hazard to-night?"</p> + <p>"For a woman, yes."</p> + <a name="page104" id="page104"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 104]</span> + <p>The Count folded his hands and leaned forward.</p> + <p>"Sir, a woman is a strange inexplicable thing to me. Their words, their looks, + their graceful, delicate shapes, the motives which persuade them, the thoughts which + their eyes conceal,—all these qualities make them beings of another world to + me. I do envy men at times who can stand beside them, talk with them without fear, be + intimate with them, and understand their intricate thoughts."</p> + <p>"Are there such men?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>"Men who love, such as Count Königsmarck and yourself."</p> + <p>Wogan held up his hand with a cry.</p> + <p>"Count, such men, we are told, are the blindest of all. Did not Königsmarck + prove it? As for myself, not even in that respect can I be ranked with + Königsmarck. I am a mere man-at-arms, whose love-making is a clash of + steel."</p> + <p>"But to-night—this risk you ran; you told me it was for a woman."</p> + <p>"For a woman, yes. For love of a woman, no, no, no!" he exclaimed with surprising + violence. Then he rose from his chair.</p> + <p>"But I have stayed my time," said he, "you have never had a more grateful guest. I + beg you to believe it."</p> + <p>Count Otto barely heard the words. He was absorbed in the fanciful dreams born of + many long solitary evenings, and like most timid and uncommunicative men he made his + confidence in a momentary enthusiasm to a stranger.</p> + <a name="page105" id="page105"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 105]</span> + <p>"Königsmarck spoke for an hour, mentioning no names, so that I who from my + youth have lived apart could not make a guess. He spoke with a deal of passion; it + seemed that one hour his life was paradise and the next a hell. Even as he spoke he + was one instant all faith and the next all despair. One moment he was filled with his + unworthiness and wonder that so noble a creature as a woman should bend her heart and + lips from her heaven down to his earth. The next he could not conceive any man should + be such a witless ass as to stake his happiness on the steadiness of so manifest a + weathercock as a woman's favour. It was all very strange talk; it opened to me, just + as when a fog lifts and rolls down again, a momentary vision of a world of colours in + which I had no share; and to tell the truth it left me with a suspicion which has + recurred again and again, that all my solitary years over my books, all the delights + which the delicate turning of a phrase, or the chase and capture of an elusive idea, + can bring to one may not be worth, after all, one single minute of living passion. + Passion, Chevalier! There is a word of which I know the meaning only by hearsay. But + I wonder at times, whatever harm it works, whether there can be any great thing + without it. But you are anxious to go forward upon your way."</p> + <p>He again took up his lamp, and requesting Wogan to follow him, unlatched the + window. Wogan, however, did not move.</p> + <p>"I am wondering," said he, "whether I might <a name="page106" + id="page106"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 106]</span> be yet deeper in your debt. I + left behind me a sword."</p> + <p>Count Otto set his lamp down and took a sword from the corner of the room.</p> + <p>"I called it an ornament, and yet in other hands it might well prove a serviceable + weapon. The blade is of Spanish steel. You will honour me by wearing it."</p> + <p>Wogan was in two minds with regard to the Count. On the one hand, he was most + grateful; on the other he could not but think that over his books he had fallen into + a sickly way of thought. He was quite ready, however, to wear his sword; moreover, + when he had hooked the hanger to his belt he looked about the room.</p> + <p>"I had a pistol," he said carelessly, "a very useful thing is a pistol, more + useful at times than a sword."</p> + <p>"I keep one in my bedroom," said the Count, setting the lamp down, "if you can + wait the few moments it will take me to fetch it."</p> + <p>Mr. Wogan was quite able to wait. He was indeed sufficiently generous to tell + Count Otto that he need not hurry. The Count fetched the pistol and took up the lamp + again.</p> + <p>"Will you now follow me?"</p> + <p>Wogan looked straight before him into the air and spoke to no one in + particular.</p> + <p>"A pistol is, to be sure, more useful than a sword; but there is just one thing + more useful on an occasion than a pistol, and that is a hunting knife."</p> + <a name="page107" id="page107"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 107]</span> + <p>Count Otto shook his head.</p> + <p>"There, Chevalier, I doubt if I can serve you."</p> + <p>"But upon my word," said Wogan, picking up a carving-knife from the tray, "here is + the very thing."</p> + <p>"It has no sheath."</p> + <p>Wogan was almost indignant at the suggestion that he would go so far as to ask + even his dearest friend for a sheath. Besides, he had a sheath, and he fitted the + knife into it.</p> + <p>"Now," said he, pleasantly, "all that I need is a sound, swift, thoroughbred horse + about six or seven years old."</p> + <p>Count Otto for the fourth time took up his lamp.</p> + <p>"Will you follow me?" he said for the fourth time.</p> + <p>Wogan followed the old man across the lawn and round a corner of the house until + he came to a long, low building surmounted by a cupola. The building was the stable, + and the Count Otto roused one of his grooms.</p> + <p>"Saddle me Flavia," said he. "Flavia is a mare who, I fancy, fulfils your + requirements."</p> + <p>Wogan had no complaint to make of her. She had the manners of a courtier. It + seemed, too, that she had no complaint to make of Mr. Wogan. Count Otto laid his hand + upon the bridle and led the mare with her rider along a lane through a thicket of + trees and to a small gate.</p> + <p>"Here, then, we part, Chevalier," said he. "No doubt to-morrow I shall sit down at + my table, knowing <a name="page108" id="page108"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 108]</span> that I talked a deal of folly ill befitting an old man. No doubt I shall + be aware that my books are the true happiness after all. But to-night—well, + to-night I would fain be twenty years of age, that I might fling my books over the + hedge and ride out with you, my sword at my side, my courage in my hand, into the + world's highway. I will beg you to keep the mare as a token and a memory of our + meeting. There is no better beast, I believe, in Christendom."</p> + <p>Wogan was touched by the old gentleman's warmth.</p> + <p>"Count," said Wogan, "I will gladly keep your mare in remembrance of your great + goodwill to a stranger. But there is one better beast in Christendom."</p> + <p>"Indeed? And which is that?"</p> + <p>"Why, sir, the black horse which the lady I shall marry will ride into my city of + dreams." And so he rode off upon his way. The morning was just beginning to gleam + pale in the east. Here was a night passed which he had not thought to live through, + and he was still alive to help the chosen woman imprisoned in the hollow of the hills + at Innspruck. Wogan had reason to be grateful to that old man who stood straining his + eyes after him. There was something pathetical in his discontent with his secluded + life which touched Wogan to the heart. Wogan was not sure that in the morning the old + man would know that the part he had chosen was, after all, the best. Besides, Wogan + had between <a name="page109" id="page109"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 109]</span> + his knees the most friendly and intelligent beast which he had ridden since that + morning when he met Lady Featherstone on the road to Bologna. But he had soon other + matters to distract his thoughts. However easily Flavia cantered or trotted she could + not but sharply remind him of his wounds. He had forty miles to travel before he + could reach Schlestadt; and in the villages on the road there was gossip that day of + a man with a tormented face who rode rocking in his saddle as though the furies were + at his back.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page110" id="page110"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 110]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + <p>The little town of Schlestadt went to bed betimes. By ten o'clock its burghers + were in their night-caps. A belated visitor going home at that hour found his + footsteps ring upon the pavement with surprising echoes, and traversed dark street + after dark street, seeing in each window, perhaps, a mimic moon, but no other light + unless his path chanced to lie through Herzogstrasse. In that street a couple of + windows on the first floor showed bright and unabashed, and the curious passer-by + could detect upon the blind the shadows of men growing to monstrous giants and + dwindling to pigmies according as they approached or retired from the lamp in the + room.</p> + <p>There were three men in that room booted as for a journey. Their dress might have + misled one into the belief that they were merchants, but their manner of wearing it + proclaimed them soldiers. Of the three, one, a short, spare man, sat at the table + with his head bent over a slip of paper. His peruke was pushed back from his forehead + and showed that the hair about his temples was grey. He had a square face of some + strength, and thoughtful eyes.</p> + <p>The second of the three stood by the window. He was, perhaps, a few years younger, + thirty-six <a name="page111" id="page111"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 111]</span> + an observer might have guessed to the other's forty, and his face revealed a + character quite different. His features were sharp, his eyes quick; if prudence was + the predominating quality of the first, resource took its place in the second. While + the first man sat patiently at the table, this one stood impatiently at the window. + Now he lifted the blind, now he dropped it again.</p> + <p>The third sat in front of the fire with his face upturned to the ceiling. He was a + tall, big man with mighty legs which sprawled one on each side of the hearth. He was + the youngest of the three by five years, but his forehead at this moment was so + creased, his mouth so pursed up, his cheeks so wrinkled, he had the look of sixty + years. He puffed and breathed very heavily; once or twice he sighed, and at each sigh + his chair creaked under him. Major O'Toole of Dillon's regiment was thinking.</p> + <p>"Gaydon," said he, suddenly.</p> + <p>The man at the table looked up quickly.</p> + <p>"Misset."</p> + <p>The man at the window turned impatiently.</p> + <p>"I have an idea."</p> + <p>Misset shrugged his shoulders.</p> + <p>Gaydon said, "Let us hear it."</p> + <p>O'Toole drew himself up; his chair no longer creaked, it groaned and cracked.</p> + <p>"It is a lottery," said he, "and we have made our fortunes. We three are the + winners, and so our names are not crossed out."</p> + <a name="page112" id="page112"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 112]</span> + <p>"But I have put no money in a lottery," objected Gaydon.</p> + <p>"Nor I," said Misset.</p> + <p>"And where should I find money either?" said O'Toole. "But Charles Wogan has + borrowed it for us and paid it in, and so we're all rich men. What'll I buy with + it?"</p> + <p>Misset paced the room.</p> + <p>"The paper came four days ago?" he said.</p> + <p>"Yes, in the morning."</p> + <p>"Five days, then," and he stood listening. Then he ran to the window and opened + it. Gaydon followed him and drew up the blind. Both men listened and were + puzzled.</p> + <p>"That's the sound of horseshoes," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"But there's another sound keeping pace with the horseshoes," said Misset.</p> + <p>O'Toole leaned on their shoulders, crushing them both down upon the sill of the + window.</p> + <p>"It is very like the sound a gentleman makes when he reels home from a + tavern."</p> + <p>Gaydon and Misset raised themselves with a common effort springing from a common + thought and shot O'Toole back into the room.</p> + <p>"What if it is?" began Misset.</p> + <p>"He was never drunk in his life," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"It's possible that he has reformed," said O'Toole; and the three men precipitated + themselves down the stairs.</p> + <p>The drunkard was Wogan; he was drunk with fatigue and sleeplessness and pain, but + he had retained <a name="page113" id="page113"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 113]</span> just enough of his sober nature to spare a tired mare who had that day + served him well.</p> + <p>The first intimation he received that his friends were on the watch was O'Toole's + voice bawling down the street to him.</p> + <p>"Is it a lottery? Tell me we're all rich men," and he felt himself grasped in + O'Toole's arms.</p> + <p>"I'll tell you more wonderful things than that," stammered Wogan, "when you have + shown me the way to a stable."</p> + <p>"There's one at the back of the house," said Gaydon. "I'll take the horse."</p> + <p>"No," said Wogan, stubbornly, and would not yield the bridle to Gaydon.</p> + <p>O'Toole nodded approval.</p> + <p>"There are two things," said he, "a man never trusts to his friends. One's his + horse; t' other's his wife."</p> + <p>Wogan suddenly stopped and looked at O'Toole. O'Toole answered the look + loftily.</p> + <p>"It is a little maxim of philosophy. I have others. They come to me in the + night."</p> + <p>Misset laughed. Wogan walked on to the stable. It was a long building, and a light + was still burning. Moreover, a groom was awake, for the door was opened before they + had come near enough to knock. There were twelve stalls, of which nine were occupied, + and three of the nine horses stood ready saddled and bridled.</p> + <p>Wogan sat down upon a corn-bin and waited while his mare was groomed and fed. The + mare <a name="page114" id="page114"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 114]</span> looked + round once or twice in the midst of her meal, twisting her neck as far as her halter + allowed.</p> + <p>"I am not gone yet, my lady," said he, "take your time."</p> + <p>Wogan made a ghostly figure in the dim shadowy light. His face was of an + extraordinary pallor; his teeth chattered; his eyes burned. Gaydon looked at him with + concern and said to the groom, "You can take the saddles off. We shall need no horses + to-night."</p> + <p>The four men returned to the house. Wogan went upstairs first. Gaydon held back + the other two at the foot of the stairs.</p> + <p>"Not a word, not a question, till he has eaten, or we shall have him in bed for a + twelvemonth. Misset, do you run for a doctor. O'Toole, see what you can find in the + larder."</p> + <p>Wogan sat before the fire without a word while O'Toole spread the table and set a + couple of cold partridges upon it and a bottle of red wine. Wogan ate mechanically + for a little and afterwards with some enjoyment. He picked the partridges till the + bones were clean, and he finished the bottle of wine. Then he rose to his feet with a + sigh of something very like to contentment and felt along the mantel-shelf with his + hands. O'Toole, however, had foreseen his wants and handed him a pipe newly filled. + While Wogan was lighting the tobacco, Misset came back into the room with word that + the doctor was out upon his last rounds, but would come as soon as he had returned + home. The four <a name="page115" id="page115"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 115]</span> men sat down about the fire, and Wogan reached out his hand and felt + O'Toole's arm.</p> + <p>"It is you," he said. "There you are, the three of you, my good friends, and this + is Schlestadt. But it is strange," and he laughed a little to himself and looked + about the room, assuring himself that this indeed was Gaydon's lodging.</p> + <p>"You received a slip of paper?" said he.</p> + <p>"Four days back," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"And understood?"</p> + <p>"That we were to be ready."</p> + <p>"Good."</p> + <p>"Then it's not a lottery," murmured O'Toole, "and we've drawn no prizes."</p> + <p>"Ah, but we are going to," cried Wogan. "We are safe here. No one can hear us; no + one can burst in. But I am sure of that. Misset knows the trick that will make us + safe from interruption, eh?"</p> + <p>Misset looked blankly at Wogan.</p> + <p>"Why, one can turn the key," said he.</p> + <p>"To be sure," said Wogan, with a laugh of admiration for that device of which he + had bethought himself, and which he ascribed to Misset, "if there's a key; but if + there's no key, why, a chair tilted against the door to catch the handle, eh?"</p> + <p>Misset locked the door, not at all comprehending that device, and returned to his + seat.</p> + <p>"We are to draw the greatest prize that ever was drawn," resumed Wogan, and he + broke off.</p> + <a name="page116" id="page116"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 116]</span> + <p>"But is there a cupboard in the room? No matter; I forgot that this is Gaydon's + lodging, and Gaydon's not the man to overlook a cupboard."</p> + <p>Gaydon jumped up from his chair.</p> + <p>"But upon my word there is a cupboard," he cried, and crossing to a corner of the + room he opened a door and looked in. Wogan laughed again as though Gaydon's + examination of the cupboard was a very good joke.</p> + <p>"There will be nobody in it," he cried. "Gaydon will never feel a hand gripping + the life out of his throat because he forgot to search a cupboard."</p> + <p>The cupboard was empty, as it happened. But Gaydon had left the door of the street + open when he went out to meet Wogan; there had been time and to spare for any man to + creep upstairs and hide himself had there been a man in Schlestadt that night minded + to hear. Gaydon returned to his chair.</p> + <p>"We are to draw the biggest prize in all Europe," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"There!" cried O'Toole. "Will you be pleased to remember when next I have an idea + that I was right?"</p> + <p>"But not for ourselves," added Wogan.</p> + <p>O'Toole's face fell.</p> + <p>"Oh, we are to hand it on to a third party," said he.</p> + <p>"Yes."</p> + <p>"Well, after all, that's quite of a piece with our luck."</p> + <a name="page117" id="page117"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 117]</span> + <p>"Who is the third party?" asked Misset.</p> + <p>"The King."</p> + <p>Misset started up from his chair and leaned forward, his hands upon the arms.</p> + <p>"The King," said O'Toole; "to be sure, that makes a difference."</p> + <p>Gaydon asked quietly, "And what is the prize?"</p> + <p>"The Princess Clementina," said Wogan. "We are to rescue her from her prison in + Innspruck."</p> + <p>Even Gaydon was startled.</p> + <p>"We four!" he exclaimed.</p> + <p>"We four!" repeated Misset, staring at Wogan. His mouth was open; his eyes started + from his head; he stammered in his speech. "We four against a nation, against half + Europe!"</p> + <p>O'Toole simply crossed to a corner of the room, picked up his sword and buckled it + to his waist.</p> + <p>"I am ready," said he.</p> + <p>Wogan turned round in his chair and smiled.</p> + <p>"I know that," said he. "So are we all—all ready; is not that so, my + friends? We four are ready." And he looked to Misset and to Gaydon. "Here's an + exploit, if we but carry it through, which even antiquity will be at pains to match! + It's more than an exploit, for it has the sanctity of a crusade. On the one side + there's tyranny, oppression, injustice, the one woman who most deserves a crown + robbed of it. And on the other—"</p> + <p>"There's the King," said Gaydon; and the three brief words seemed somehow to + quench and sober Wogan.</p> + <a name="page118" id="page118"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 118]</span> + <p>"Yes," said he; "there's the King, and we four to serve him in his need. We are + few, but in that lies our one hope. They will never look for four men, but for many. + Four men travelling to the shrine of Loretto with the Pope's passport may well stay + at Innspruck and escape a close attention."</p> + <p>"I am ready," O'Toole repeated.</p> + <p>"But we shall not start to-night. There's the passport to be got, a plan to be + arranged."</p> + <p>"Oh, there's a plan," said O'Toole. "To be sure, there's always a plan." And he + sat down again heavily, as though he put no faith in plans.</p> + <p>Misset and Gaydon drew their chairs closer to Wogan's and instinctively lowered + their voices to the tone of a whisper.</p> + <p>"Is her Highness warned of the attempt?" asked Gaydon.</p> + <p>"As soon as I obtained the King's permission," replied Wogan, "I hurried to + Innspruck. There I saw Chateaudoux, the chamberlain of the Princess's mother. Here is + a letter he dropped in the cathedral for me to pick up."</p> + <p>He drew the letter from his fob and handed it to Gaydon. Gaydon read it and handed + it to Misset. Misset nodded and handed it to O'Toole, who read it four times and + handed it back to Gaydon with a flourish of the hand as though the matter was now + quite plain to him.</p> + <p>"Chateaudoux has a sweetheart," said he, sententiously. "Very good; I do not think + the worse of him."</p> + <a name="page119" id="page119"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 119]</span> + <p>Gaydon glanced a second time through the letter.</p> + <p>"The Princess says that you must have the Prince Sobieski's written consent."</p> + <p>"I went from Innspruck to Ohlau," said Wogan. "I had some trouble, and the reason + of my coming leaked out. The Countess de Berg suspected it from the first. She had a + friend, an Englishwoman, Lady Featherstone, who was at Ohlau to outwit me."</p> + <p>"Lady Featherstone!" said Misset. "Who can she be?"</p> + <p>Wogan told them of his first meeting with Lady Featherstone on the Florence road, + but he knew no more about her, and not one of the three knew anything at all.</p> + <p>"So the secret's out," said Gaydon. "But you outstripped it."</p> + <p>"Barely," said Wogan. "Forty miles away I had last night to fight for my + life."</p> + <p>"But you have the Prince's written consent?" said Misset.</p> + <p>"I had last night, but I made a spill of it to light my pipe. There were six men + against me. Had that been found on my dead body, why, there was proof positive of our + attempt, and the attempt foiled by sure safeguards. As it is, if we lie still a + little while, their fears will cease and the rumour become discredited."</p> + <p>Misset leaned across Gaydon's arm and scanned the letter.</p> + <p>"But her Highness writes most clearly she will <a name="page120" + id="page120"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 120]</span> not move without that sure + token of her father's consent."</p> + <p>Wogan drew from his breast pocket a snuff-box made from a single turquoise.</p> + <p>"Here's a token no less sure. It was Prince Sobieski's New Year's gift to + me,—a jewel unique and in an unique setting. This must persuade her. His + father, great King John of Poland, took it from the Grand Vizier's tent when the + Turks were routed at Vienna."</p> + <p>O'Toole reached out his hand and engulfed the jewel.</p> + <p>"Sure," said he, "it is a pretty sort of toy. It would persuade any woman to + anything so long as she was promised it to hang about her neck. You must promise it + to the Princess, but not give it to her—no, lest when she has got it she should + be content to remain in Innspruck. I know. You must promise it."</p> + <p>Wogan bowed to O'Toole's wisdom and took back the snuff-box. "I will not forget to + promise it," said he.</p> + <p>"But here's another point," said Gaydon. "Her Highness, the Princess's mother, + insists that a woman shall attend upon her daughter, and where shall we find a woman + with the courage and the strength?"</p> + <p>"I have thought of that," said Wogan. "Misset has a wife. By the luckiest stroke + in the world Misset took a wife this last spring."</p> + <p>There was at once a complete silence. Gaydon <a name="page121" + id="page121"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 121]</span> stared into the fire, O'Toole + looked with intense interest at the ceiling, Misset buried his face in his hands. + Wogan was filled with consternation. Was Misset's wife dead? he asked himself. He had + spoken lightly, laughingly, and he went hot and cold as he recollected the raillery + of his words. He sat in his chair shocked at the pain which he had caused his friend. + Moreover, he had counted surely upon Mrs. Misset.</p> + <p>Then Misset raised his head from his hands and in a trembling voice he said + slowly, "My boy would only live to serve his King. Why should he not serve his King + before he lives? My wife will say the like."</p> + <p>There was a depth of quiet feeling in his words which Wogan would never have + expected from Misset; and the words themselves were words which he felt no man, no + king, however much beloved, however generous to his servants, had any right to + expect. They took Wogan's breath away, and not Wogan's only, but Gaydon's and + O'Toole's, too. A longer silence than before followed upon them. The very simplicity + with which they had been uttered was startling, and made those three men doubt at the + first whether they had heard aright.</p> + <p>O'Toole was the first to break the silence.</p> + <p>"It is a strange thing that there never was a father since Adam who was not + absolutely sure in his heart that his first-born must be a boy. When you come to + think philosophically about it, you'll see that if fathers had their way the world + would <a name="page122" id="page122"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 122]</span> be + peopled with sons with never a bit of a lass in any corner to marry them."</p> + <p>O'Toole's reflection, if not a reason for laughter, made a pretext for it, at + which all—even Misset, who was a trifle ashamed of his display of + feeling—eagerly caught. Wogan held his hand out and clasped Misset's.</p> + <p>"That was a great saying," said he, "but so much sacrifice is not to be + accepted."</p> + <p>Misset, however, was firm. His wife, he said, though naturally timid, could show a + fine spirit on occasion, and would never forgive one of them if she was left behind. + He argued until a compromise was reached. Misset should lay the matter openly before + his wife, and the four crusaders, to use Wogan's term, would be bound by her + decision.</p> + <p>"So you may take it that matter's settled," said Misset. "There will be five of + us."</p> + <p>"Six," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"There's another man to join us, then," said Gaydon. "I have it. Your servant, + Marnier."</p> + <p>"No, not Marnier, nor any man. Listen. It is necessary that when once her Highness + is rescued we must get so much start as will make pursuit vain. We shall be hampered + with a coach, and a coach will travel slowly on the passes of Tyrol. The pursuers + will ride horses; they must not come up with us. From Innspruck to Italy, if we have + never an accident, will take us at the least four days; it will take our pursuers + three. We must have one clear day before her Highness's evasion <a name="page123" + id="page123"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 123]</span> is discovered. Now, the chief + magistrate of Innspruck visits her Highness's apartments twice a day,—at ten in + the morning and at ten of the night. The Princess must be rescued at night; and if + her escape is discovered in the morning she will never reach Italy, she will be + behind the bars again."</p> + <p>"But the Princess's mother will be left," said Gaydon. "She can plead that her + daughter is ill."</p> + <p>"The magistrate forces his way into the very bedroom. We must take with us a woman + who will lie in her Highness's bed with the curtains drawn about her and a voice so + weak with suffering that she cannot raise it above a whisper, with eyes so tired from + sleeplessness she cannot bear a light near them. Help me in this. Name me a woman + with the fortitude to stay behind."</p> + <p>Gaydon shook his head.</p> + <p>"She will certainly be discovered. The part she plays in the escape must certainly + be known. She will remain for the captors to punish as they will. I know no + woman."</p> + <p>"Nay," said Wogan; "you exaggerate her danger. Once the escape is brought to an + issue, once her Highness is in Bologna safe, the Emperor cannot wreak vengeance on a + woman; it would be too paltry." And now he made his appeal to Misset.</p> + <p>"No, my friend," Misset replied. "I know no woman with the fortitude."</p> + <p>"But you do," interrupted O'Toole. "So do I. There's no difficulty whatever in the + matter. Mrs. Misset has a maid."</p> + <a name="page124" id="page124"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 124]</span> + <p>"Oho!" said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"The maid's name is Jenny."</p> + <p>"Aha!" said Wogan.</p> + <p>"She's a very good friend of mine."</p> + <p>"O'Toole!" cried Misset, indignantly. "My wife's maid—a very good friend of + yours?"</p> + <p>"Sure she is, and you didn't know it," said O'Toole, with a chuckle. "I am the + cunning man, after all. She would do a great deal for me would Jenny."</p> + <p>"But has she courage?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>"Faith, her father was a French grenadier and her mother a + <i>vivandière</i>. It would be a queer thing if she was frightened by a little + matter of lying in bed and pretending to be someone else."</p> + <p>"But can we trust her with the secret?" asked Gaydon.</p> + <p>"No!" exclaimed Misset, and he rose angrily from his chair. "My wife's + maid—O'Toole—O'Toole—my wife's maid. Did ever one hear the + like?"</p> + <p>"My friend," said O'Toole, quietly, "it seems almost as if you wished to reflect + upon Jenny's character, which would not be right."</p> + <p>Misset looked angrily at O'Toole, who was not at all disturbed. Then he said, + "Well, at all events, she gossips. We cannot take her. She would tell the whole truth + of our journey at the first halt."</p> + <p>"That's true," said O'Toole.</p> + <p>Then for the second time that evening he cried, "I have an idea."</p> + <a name="page125" id="page125"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 125]</span> + <p>"Well?"</p> + <p>"We'll not tell her the truth at all. I doubt if she would come if we told it her. + Jenny very likely has never heard of her Highness the Princess, and I doubt if she + cares a button for the King. Besides, she would never believe but that we were + telling her a lie. No. We'll make up a probable likely sort of story, and then she'll + believe it to be the truth."</p> + <p>"I have it," cried Wogan. "We'll tell her that we are going to abduct an heiress + who is dying for love of O'Toole, and whose merciless parents are forcing her into a + loveless, despicable marriage with a tottering pantaloon."</p> + <p>O'Toole brought his hand down upon the arm of the chair.</p> + <p>"There's the very story," he cried. "To be sure, you are a great man, Charles. The + most probable convincing story that was ever invented! Oh! but you'll hear Jenny sob + with pity for the heiress and Lucius O'Toole when she hears it. It will be a bad day, + too, for the merciless parents when they discover Jenny in her Highness's bed. She + stands six feet in her stockings."</p> + <p>"Six feet!" exclaimed Wogan.</p> + <p>"In her stockings," returned O'Toole. "Her height is her one vanity. Therefore in + her shoes she is six feet four."</p> + <p>"Well, she must take her heels off and make herself as short as she can."</p> + <p>"You will have trouble, my friend, to persuade her to that," said O'Toole.</p> + <a name="page126" id="page126"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 126]</span> + <p>"Hush!" said Gaydon. He rose and unlocked the door. The doctor was knocking for + admission below. Gaydon let him in, and he dressed Wogan's wounds with an assurance + that they were not deep and that a few days' quiet would restore him.</p> + <p>"I will sleep the night here if I may," said Wogan, as soon as the doctor had + gone. "A blanket and a chair will serve my turn."</p> + <p>They took him into Gaydon's bedroom, where three beds were ranged.</p> + <p>"We have slept in the one room and lived together since your message came four + days ago," said Gaydon. "Take your choice of the beds, for there's not one of us has + so much need of a bed as you."</p> + <p>Wogan drew a long breath of relief.</p> + <p>"Oh! but it's good to be with you," he cried suddenly, and caught at Gaydon's arm. + "I shall sleep to-night. How I shall sleep!"</p> + <p>He stretched out his aching limbs between the cool white sheets, and when the lamp + was extinguished he called to each of his three friends by name to make sure of their + company. O'Toole answered with a grunt on his right, Misset on his left, and Gaydon + from the corner of the room.</p> + <p>"But I have wanted you these last three days!" said Wogan. "To-morrow when I tell + you the story of them you will know how much I have wanted you."</p> + <p>They got, however, some inkling of Wogan's need before the morrow came. In the + middle of <a name="page127" id="page127"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 127]</span> + the night they were wakened by a wild scream and heard Wogan whispering in an agony + for help. They lighted a lamp and saw him lying with his hand upon his throat and his + eyes starting from his head with horror.</p> + <p>"Quick," said he, "the hand at my throat! It's not the letter so much, it's my + life they want."</p> + <p>"It's your own hand," said Gaydon, and taking the hand he found it lifeless. + Wogan's arm in that position had gone to sleep, as the saying is. He had waked + suddenly in the dark with the cold pressure at his throat, and in the moment of + waking was back again alone in the inn near Augsburg. Wogan indeed needed his + friends.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page128" id="page128"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 128]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> + <p>The next morning Wogan was tossing from side to side in a high fever. The fever + itself was of no great importance, but it had consequences of a world-wide influence, + for it left Wogan weak and tied to his bed; so that it was Gaydon who travelled to + Rome and obtained the Pope's passport. Gaydon consequently saw what otherwise Wogan + would have seen; and Gaydon, the cautious, prudent Gaydon, was careful to avoid + making an inopportune discovery, whereas Wogan would never have rested until he had + made it.</p> + <p>Gaydon stayed in Rome a week, lying snug and close in a lodging only one street + removed from that house upon the Tiber where his King lived. Secrets had a way of + leaking out, and Gaydon was determined that this one should not through any + inattention of his. He therefore never went abroad until dark, and even then kept + aloof from the house which overlooked the Tiber. His business he conducted through + his servant, sending him to and fro between Edgar, the secretary, and himself. One + audience of his King alone he asked, and that was to be granted him on the day of his + departure from Rome.</p> + <p>Thus the time hung very heavily upon him. <a name="page129" id="page129"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 129]</span> From daybreak to dusk he was cooped within a little + insignificant room which looked out upon a little insignificant street. His window, + however, though it promised little diversion, was his one resource. Gaydon was a man + of observation, and found a pleasure in guessing at this and that person's business + from his appearance, his dress, and whether he went fast or slow. So he sat steadily + at his window, and after a day or two had passed he began to be puzzled. The moment + he was puzzled he became interested. On the second day he drew his chair a little + distance back from the window and watched. On the third day he drew his chair close + to the window, but at the side and against the wall. In this way he could see + everything that happened and everyone who passed, and yet remain himself + unobserved.</p> + <p>Almost opposite to his window stood a small mean house fallen into neglect and + disrepair. The windows were curtained with dust, many of the panes were broken, the + shutters hung upon broken hinges, the paint was peeling from the door. The house had + the most melancholy aspect of long disuse. It seemed to belong to no one and to be + crumbling pitifully to ruin like an aged man who has no friends. Yet this house had + its uses, which Gaydon could not but perceive were of a secret kind. On the very + first day that Gaydon sat at his window a man, who seemed from his dress to be of a + high consideration, came sauntering along that sordid thoroughfare, where he seemed + entirely out of place, like a butterfly <a name="page130" id="page130"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 130]</span> on the high seas. To Gaydon's surprise he stopped at + the door, gave a cautious look round, and rapped quickly with his stick. At once the + door of that uninhabited house was opened. The man entered, the door was closed upon + him, and a good hour by Gaydon's watch elapsed before it was opened again to let him + out. In the afternoon another man came and was admitted with the same secrecy. Both + men had worn their hats drawn down upon their foreheads, and whereas one of them held + a muffler to his face, the other had thrust his chin within the folds of his cravat. + Gaydon had not been able to see the face of either. After nightfall he remarked that + such visits became more frequent. Moreover, they were repeated on the next day and + the next. Gaydon watched, but never got any nearer to a solution of the mystery. At + the end of the sixth day he was more puzzled and interested than ever, for closely as + he had watched he had not seen the face of any man who had passed in and out of that + door.</p> + <p>But he was to see a face that night.</p> + <p>At nine o'clock a messenger from Edgar, the secretary, brought him a package which + contained a letter and the passport for these six days delayed. The letter warned him + that Edgar himself would come to fetch him in the morning to his audience with James. + The passport gave authority to a Flemish nobleman, the Count of Cernes, to make a + pilgrimage to Loretto with his wife and family. The name of Warner had served its + turn and could no longer be employed.</p> + <a name="page131" id="page131"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 131]</span> + <p>As soon as the messenger had gone, Gaydon destroyed Edgar's letter, put the + passport safely away in his breast, and since he had not left his room that day, put + on his hat. Being a prudent man with a turn for economy, he also extinguished his + lamp. He had also a liking for fresh air, so he opened the window, and at the same + moment the door of the house opposite was opened. A tall burly man with a lantern in + his hand stepped out into the street; he was followed by a slight man of a short + stature. Both men were wrapped in their cloaks, but the shorter one tripped on a + break in the road and his cloak fell apart. His companion turned at once and held his + lantern aloft. Just for a second the light therefore flashed upon a face, and Gaydon + at his dark window caught a glimpse of it. The face was the face of his King.</p> + <p>Gaydon was more than ever puzzled. He had only seen the face for an instant; + moreover, he was looking down upon it, so that he might be mistaken. He felt, + however, that he was not, and he began to wonder at the business that could take his + King to this mysterious house. But there was one thing of which he was sure amidst + all his doubts, Rome was not the safest city in the world for a man to walk about at + nights. His King would be none the worse off for a second guardian who would follow + near enough to give help and far enough for discretion. Gaydon went down his stairs + into the street. The lantern twinkled ahead; Gaydon followed it until it stopped + before a great house which had lights burning <a name="page132" + id="page132"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 132]</span> here and there in the windows. + The smaller man mounted the steps and was admitted; his big companion with the + lantern remained outside.</p> + <p>Gaydon, wishing to make sure of his conjectures one way or the other, walked + quickly past him and stole a glance sideways at his face. But the man with the + lantern looked at Gaydon at the same moment. Their eyes met, and the lantern was + immediately held aloft.</p> + <p>"It is Major Gaydon."</p> + <p>Gaydon had to make the best of the business. He bowed.</p> + <p>"Mr. Whittington, I think."</p> + <p>"Sir," said Whittington, politely, "I am honoured by your memory. For myself, I + never forget a face though I see it but for a moment between the light and the dark, + but I do not expect the like from my acquaintances. We did meet, I believe, in Paris? + You are of Dillon's regiment?"</p> + <p>"And on leave in Rome," said Gaydon, a trifle hastily.</p> + <p>"On leave?" said Whittington, idly. "Well, so far as towns go, Rome is as good as + another, though, to tell the truth, I find them all quite unendurable. Would I were + on leave! but I am pinned here, a watchman with a lantern. I do but lack a rattle, + though, to be sure, I could not spring it. We are secret to-night, major. Do you know + what house this is?"</p> + <p>"No," replied Gaydon. "But I am waited for and will bid you good-night."</p> + <a name="page133" id="page133"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 133]</span> + <p>He had a thought that the Chevalier, since he would be secret, had chosen his + watchman rather ill. He had no wish to pry, and so was for returning to his lodging; + but that careless, imprudent man, Whittington, would not lose a companion so easily. + He caught Gaydon by the arm.</p> + <p>"Well, it is the house of Maria Vittoria, Mademoiselle de Caprara, the heiress of + Bologna, who has only this evening come to Rome. And so no later than this evening I + am playing link-boy, appointed by letters patent, one might say. But what will you? + Youth is youth, whether in a ploughboy or a—But my tongue needs a gag. Another + word, and I had said too much. Well, since you will be going, good-night. We shall + meet, no doubt, in a certain house that overlooks the Tiber."</p> + <p>"Hardly," said Gaydon, "since I leave Rome to-morrow."</p> + <p>"Indeed? You leave Rome to-morrow?" said Whittington. "I would I were as + fortunate," and he jerked his thumb dolefully towards the Caprara Palace. Gaydon + hesitated for a moment, considering whether or not he should ask Whittington to be + silent upon their meeting. But he determined the man was too incautious in his + speech. If he begged him not to mention Gaydon's presence in Rome, he would remember + it the more surely, and if nothing was said he might forget it. Gaydon wished him + good-night and went back to his lodging, walking rather moodily. Whittington looked + after him and chuckled.</p> + <a name="page134" id="page134"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 134]</span> + <p>Meanwhile, in a room of the house two people sat,—one the slight, graceful + man who had accompanied Whittington and whom Gaydon had correctly guessed to be his + King, the other, Maria Vittoria de Caprara. The Chevalier de St. George was speaking + awkwardly with a voice which broke. Maria listened with a face set and drawn. She was + a girl both in features and complexion of a remarkable purity. Of colour, but for her + red lips, she had none. Her hair was black, her face of a clear pallor which her hair + made yet more pale. Her eyes matched her hair, and were so bright and quick a starry + spark seemed to glow in the depths of them. She was a poet's simile for night.</p> + <p>The Chevalier ended and sat with his eyes turned away. Maria Vittoria did not + change her attitude, nor for a while did she answer, but the tears gathered in her + eyes and welled over. They ran down her cheeks; she did not wipe them away, she did + not sob, nor did her face alter from its fixity. She did not even close her eyes. + Only the tears rained down so silently that the Prince was not aware of them. He had + even a thought as he sat with his head averted that she might have shown a trifle + more of distress, and it was almost with a reproach upon his lips that he turned to + her. Never was a man more glad that he had left a word unspoken. This silent grief of + tears cut him to the heart.</p> + <p>"Maria!" he cried, and moved towards her. She made no gesture to repel him, she + did not move, but she spoke in a whisper.</p> + <a name="page135" id="page135"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 135]</span> + <p>"His Holiness the Pope had consented to our marriage. What would I not have done + for you?"</p> + <p>The Chevalier stooped over her and took her hand. The hand remained inert in + his.</p> + <p>"Maria!"</p> + <p>"Would that I were poor! Would that I were powerless! But I am rich—so rich. + I could have done so much. I am alone—so much alone. What would I not have done + for you?"</p> + <p>"Maria!"</p> + <p>His voice choked upon the word, his lips touched her hair, and she shivered from + head to foot. Then her hand tightened fast upon his; she drew him down almost + fiercely until he sank upon his knees by her side; she put an arm about his shoulder + and held him to her breast.</p> + <p>"But you love me," she said quickly. "Tell me so! Say, 'I love you, I love you, I + love you.' Oh that we both could die, you saying it, I hearing it,—die + to-night, like this, my arm about you, your face against my heart! My lord, my lord!" + and then she flung him from her, holding him at arm's length. "Say it with your eyes + on mine! I can see though the tears fall. I shall never hear the words again after + to-night. Do not stint me of them; let them flow just as these tears flow. They will + leave no more trace than do my tears."</p> + <p>"Maria, I love you," said the Chevalier. "How I do love you!" He took her hands + from his shoulders and pressed his forehead upon them. She leaned forward, and in a + voice so low it seemed <a name="page136" id="page136"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 136]</span> her heart was whispering, not her mouth, she made her prayer.</p> + <p>"Say that you have no room in your thoughts except for me. Say that you have no + scrap of love—" He dropped her hands and drew away; she caught him to her. "No, + no! Say that you have no scrap of love to toss to the woman there in Innspruck!"</p> + <p>"Maria!" he exclaimed.</p> + <p>"Hush!" said she, with a woful smile. "To-morrow you shall love her; to-morrow I + will not ask your eyes to dwell on mine or your hand to quiver as it touches mine. + But to-night love no one but me."</p> + <p>For answer he kissed her on the lips. She took his head between her hands and gave + the kiss back, gently as though her lips feared to bruise his, slowly as though this + one moment must content her for all her life. Then she looked at him for a little, + and with a childish movement that was infinitely sad she laid his face side by side + with hers so that his cheek touched hers.</p> + <p>"Shall I tell you my thought?" she asked. "Shall I dare to tell you it?"</p> + <p>"Tell it me!"</p> + <p>"God has died to-night. Hush! Do not move! Do not speak! Perhaps the world will + slip and crumble if we but stay still." And they remained thus cheek to cheek silent + in the room, staring forward with eyes wide open and hopeful. The very air seemed to + them a-quiver with expectation. <a name="page137" id="page137"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 137]</span> They, too, had an expectant smile upon their lips. + But there was no crack of thunder overhead, no roar of a slipping world.</p> + <div class="figcenter"> + <a href="images/image3_full.png"><img src="images/image3_small.png" alt="" /></a> + <p>"CHEEK TO CHEEK, SILENT IN THE ROOM, STARING FORWARD WITH EYES WIDE OPEN AND + HOPEFUL."—<i>Page 136</i>.</p> + </div> + <p>The Chevalier was the first to move.</p> + <p>"But we are children," he cried, starting up. "Is it not strange the very pain + which tortures us because we are man and woman should sink us into children? We sit + hoping that a miracle will split the world in pieces! This is the Caprara Palace; + Whittington drowses outside over his lantern; and to-morrow Gaydon rides with his + passport northwards to Charles Wogan."</p> + <p>The name hurt Maria Vittoria like a physical torture. She beat her hands together + with a cry, "I hate him! I hate him!"</p> + <p>"Yet I have no better servant!"</p> + <p>"Speak no good word of him in my ears! He robs me of you."</p> + <p>"He risks his life for me."</p> + <p>"I will pray that he may lose it."</p> + <p>"Maria!"</p> + <p>The Chevalier started, thrilled and almost appalled by the violence of her + passion.</p> + <p>"I do pray," she cried. "Every fibre in me tingles with the prayer. Oh, I hate + him! Why did you give him leave to rescue her?"</p> + <p>"Could I refuse? I did delay him; I did hesitate. Only to-day Gaydon receives the + passport, and even so I have delayed too long. Indeed, Maria, I dare not think of the + shame, the danger, her Highness has endured for me, lest my presence <a + name="page138" id="page138"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 138]</span> here, even for + this farewell, should too bitterly reproach me."</p> + <p>At that all Maria Vittoria's vehemence left her. She fell to beseechings and + entreaties. With her vehemence went also her dignity. She dropped upon her knees and + dragged herself across the room to him. To James her humility was more terrible than + her passion, for passion had always distinguished her, and he was familiar with it; + but pride had always gone hand in hand with it. He stepped forward and would have + raised her from the ground, but Maria would have none of his help; she crouched at + his feet pleading.</p> + <p>"You told me business would call you to Spain. Go there! Stay there! For a + little—oh, not for long! But for a month, say, after your Princess comes + triumphing into Bologna. Promise me that! I could not bear that you should meet her + as she comes. There would be shouts; I can hear them. No, I will not have it! I can + see her proud cursed face a-flush. No! You think too much of what she has suffered. + If I could have suffered too! But suffering, shame, humiliation, these fall to women, + always have fallen. We have learnt to bear them so that we feel them less than you. + My dear lord, believe me! Her suffering is no great thing. If we love we welcome it! + Each throb of pain endured for love becomes a thrill of joy. If I could have suffered + too!"</p> + <p>It was strange to hear this girl with the streaming eyes and tormented face bewail + her fate in that <a name="page139" id="page139"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 139]</span> she had not won that great privilege of suffering. She knelt on the + ground a splendid image of pain, and longed for pain that she might prove thereby how + little a thing she made of it. The Chevalier drew a stool to her side and seating + himself upon it clasped her about the waist. She laid her cheek upon his knee just as + a dog will do.</p> + <p>"Sweetheart," said he, "I would have no woman suffer a pang for me had I my will + of the world. But since that may not be, I do not believe that any woman could be + deeper hurt than you are now."</p> + <p>"Not Clementina?"</p> + <p>"No."</p> + <p>Maria uttered a little sigh. Her pain gave her a sort of ownership of the man who + caused it. "Nor can she love as deep," she continued quietly. "A Sobieski from the + snows! Love was born here in Italy. She robs me of you. I hate her." Then she raised + her face eagerly. "Charles Wogan may fail."</p> + <p>"You do not know him."</p> + <p>"The cleverest have made mistakes and died for them."</p> + <p>"Wogan makes mistakes like another, but somehow gets the better of them in the + end. There was a word he said to me when he begged for my permission. I told him his + plan was a mere dream. He answered he would dream it true; he will."</p> + <p>"You should have waked him. You were the master, he the servant. You were the + King."</p> + <p>"And when can the King do what he wills instead <a name="page140" + id="page140"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 140]</span> of what he must? Maria, if you + and I had met before I sent Charles Wogan to search out a wife for me—"</p> + <p>Maria Vittoria knelt up. She drew herself away.</p> + <p>"He chose her as your wife?"</p> + <p>"If only I had had time to summon him back!"</p> + <p>"He chose her—Charles Wogan. How I hate him!"</p> + <p>"I sent him to make the choice."</p> + <p>"And he might have gone no step beyond Bologna. There was I not a mile distant + ready to his hand! But I was too mean, too despicable—"</p> + <p>"Maria, hush!" And the troubled voice in which he spoke rang with so much pain + that she was at once contrite with remorse.</p> + <p>"My lord, I hurt you, so you see how I am proven mean. Give me your hand and laugh + to me; laugh with your heart and eyes and lips. I am jealous of your pain. I am a + woman. I would have it all, gather it all into my bosom, and cherish each sharp stab + like a flower my lover gives to me. I am glad of them. They are flowers that will not + wither. Add a kiss, sweetheart, the sharpest stab, and so the chief flower, the very + rose of flowers. There, that is well," and she rose from her knees and turned away. + So she stood for a little, and when she turned again she wore upon her face the smile + which she had bidden rise in his.</p> + <p>"Would we were free!" cried the Chevalier.</p> + <p>"But since we are not, let us show brave faces to the world and hide our hearts. I + do wish you all <a name="page141" id="page141"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 141]</span> happiness. But you will go to Spain. There's a friend's hand in warrant + of the wish."</p> + <p>She held out a hand which clasped his firmly without so much as a tremor.</p> + <p>"Good-night, my friend," said she. "Speak those same words to me, and no word + more. I am tired with the day's doings. I have need of sleep, oh, great need of + it!"</p> + <p>The Chevalier read plainly the overwhelming strain her counterfeit of friendliness + put upon her. He dared not prolong it. Even as he looked at her, her lips quivered + and her eyes swam.</p> + <p>"Good-night, my friend," said he.</p> + <p>She conducted him along a wide gallery to the great staircase where her lackeys + waited. Then he bowed to her and she curtsied low to him, but no word was spoken by + either. This little comedy must needs be played in pantomime lest the actors should + spoil it with a show of broken hearts.</p> + <p>Maria Vittoria went back to the room. She could have hindered Wogan if she had had + the mind. She had the time to betray him; she knew of his purpose. But the thought of + betrayal never so much as entered her thoughts.</p> + <p>She hated him, she hated Clementina, but she was loyal to her King. She sat alone + in her palace, her chin propped upon her hands, and in a little in her wide + unblinking eyes the tears gathered again and rolled down her cheeks and on her hands. + She wept silently and without a movement, like a statue weeping.</p> + <a name="page142" id="page142"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 142]</span> + <p>The Chevalier found Whittington waiting for him, but the candle in his lantern had + burned out.</p> + <p>"I have kept you here a wearisome long time," he said with an effort. It was not + easy for him to speak upon an indifferent matter.</p> + <p>"I had some talk with Major Gaydon which helped me to beguile it," said + Whittington.</p> + <p>"Gaydon!" exclaimed the Chevalier, "are you certain?"</p> + <p>"A man may make mistakes in the darkness," said Whittington.</p> + <p>"To be sure."</p> + <p>"And I never had an eye for faces."</p> + <p>"It was not Gaydon, then?" said the Chevalier.</p> + <p>"It may not have been," said Whittington, "and by the best of good fortune I said + nothing to him of any significance whatever."</p> + <p>The Chevalier was satisfied with the reply. He had chosen the right attendant for + this nocturnal visit. Had Gaydon met with a more observant man than Whittington + outside the Caprara Palace, he might have got a number of foolish suspicions into his + head.</p> + <p>Gaydon, however, was at that moment in his bed, saying to himself that there were + many matters concerning which it would be an impertinence for him to have one + meddlesome thought. By God's blessing he was a soldier and no politician. He fell + asleep comforted by that conclusion.</p> + <p>In the morning Edgar, the Chevalier's secretary, came privately to him.</p> + <a name="page143" id="page143"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 143]</span> + <p>"The King will receive you now," said he. "Let us go."</p> + <p>"It is broad daylight. We shall be seen."</p> + <p>"Not if the street is empty," said Edgar, looking out of the window.</p> + <p>The street, as it chanced, was for the moment empty. Edgar crossed the street and + rapped quickly with certain pauses between the raps on the door of that deserted + house into which Gaydon had watched men enter. The door was opened. "Follow me," said + Edgar. Gaydon followed him into a bare passage unswept and with discoloured walls. A + man in a little hutch in the wall opened and closed the door with a string.</p> + <p>Edgar walked forward to the end of the passage with Gaydon at his heels. The two + men came to a flight of stone steps, which they descended. The steps led to a dark + and dripping cellar with no pavement but the mud, and that depressed into puddles. + The air was cold and noisome; the walls to the touch of Gaydon's hand were greasy + with slime. He followed Edgar across the cellar into a sort of tunnel. Here Edgar + drew an end of candle from his pocket and lighted it. The tunnel was so low that + Gaydon, though a shortish man, could barely hold his head erect. He followed Edgar to + the end and up a flight of winding steps. The air grew warmer and dryer. They had + risen above ground, the spiral wound within the thickness of a wall. The steps ended + abruptly; there was no door visible; in face of them and on each side the bare stone + walls enclosed <a name="page144" id="page144"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 144]</span> them. Edgar stooped down and pressed with his finger on a round + insignificant discolouration of the stone. Then he stood up again.</p> + <p>"You will breathe no word of this passage, Major Gaydon," said he. "The house was + built a century ago when Rome was more troubled than it is to-day, but the passage + was never more useful than now. Men from England, whose names it would astonish you + to know, have trodden these steps on a secret visit to the King. Ah!" From the wall + before their faces a great slab of the size of a door sank noiselessly down and + disclosed a wooden panel. The panel slid aside. Edgar and Gaydon stepped into a + little cabinet lighted by a single window. The room was empty. Gaydon took a peep out + of the window and saw the Tiber eddying beneath. Edgar went to a corner and touched a + spring. The stone slab rose from its grooves; the panel slid back across it; at the + same moment the door of the room was opened, and the Chevalier stepped across the + threshold.</p> + <p>Gaydon could no longer even pretend to doubt who had walked with Whittington to + the Caprara Palace the night before. It was none of his business, however, he assured + himself. If his King dwelt with emphasis upon the dangers of the enterprise, it was + not his business to remark upon it or to be thereby disheartened. The King said very + graciously that he would hold the major and his friends in no less esteem if by any + misfortune they came back empty-handed. That was most kind of <a name="page145" + id="page145"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 145]</span> him, but it was none of + Gaydon's business. The King was ill at ease and looked as though he had not slept a + wink the livelong night. Well, swollen eyes and a patched pallid face disfigure all + men at times, and in any case they were none of Gaydon's business.</p> + <p>He rode out of Rome that afternoon as the light was failing. He rode at a quick + trot, and did not notice at the corner of a street a big stalwart man who sauntered + along swinging his stick by the tassel with a vacant look of idleness upon the + passers-by. He stopped and directed the same vacant look at Gaydon.</p> + <p>But he was thinking curiously, "Will he tell Charles Wogan?"</p> + <p>The stalwart man was Harry Whittington.</p> + <p>Gaydon, however, never breathed a word about the Caprara Palace when he handed the + passport to Charles Wogan at Schlestadt. Wogan was sitting propped up with pillows in + a chair, and he asked Gaydon many questions of the news at Rome, and how the King + bore himself.</p> + <p>"The King was not in the best of spirits," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"With this," cried Wogan, flourishing the passport, "we'll find a means to hearten + him."</p> + <p>Gaydon filled a pipe and lighted it.</p> + <p>"Will you tell me, Wogan," he asked,—"I am by nature curious,—was it + the King who proposed this enterprise to you, or was it you who proposed it to the + King?"</p> + <a name="page146" id="page146"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 146]</span> + <p>The question had an extraordinary effect. Wogan was startled out of his chair.</p> + <p>"What do you mean?" he exclaimed fiercely. There was something more than + fierceness in the words,—an accent of fear, it almost seemed to Gaydon. There + was a look almost of fear in his eyes, as though he had let some appalling secret + slip. Gaydon stared at him in wonder, and Wogan recovered himself with a laugh. + "Faith," said he, "it is a question to perplex a man. I misdoubt but we both had the + thought about the same time. 'Wogan,' said he, 'there's the Princess with a chain on + her leg, so to speak,' and I answered him, 'A chain's a galling sort of thing to a + lady's ankle.' There was little more said if I remember right."</p> + <p>Gaydon nodded as though his curiosity was now satisfied. Wogan's alarm was + strange, no doubt, strange and unexpected like the Chevalier's visit to the Caprara + Palace. Gaydon had a glimpse of dark and troubled waters, but he turned his face + away. They were none of his business.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page147" id="page147"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 147]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER X</h2> + <p>In an hour, however, he returned out of breath and with a face white from despair. + Wogan was still writing at his table, but at his first glance towards Gaydon he + started quickly to his feet, and altogether forgot to cover over his sheet of paper. + He carefully shut the door.</p> + <p>"You have bad news," said he.</p> + <p>"There was never worse," answered Gaydon. He had run so fast, he was so + discomposed, that he could with difficulty speak. But he gasped his bad news out in + the end.</p> + <p>"I went to my brother major to report my return. He was entertaining his friends. + He had a letter this morning from Strasbourg and he read it aloud. The letter said a + rumour was running through the town that the Chevalier Wogan had already rescued the + Princess and was being hotly pursued on the road to Trent."</p> + <p>If Wogan felt any disquietude he was careful to hide it. He sat comfortably down + upon the sofa.</p> + <p>"I expected rumour would be busy with us," said he, "but never that it would take + so favourable a shape."</p> + <p>"Favourable!" exclaimed Gaydon.</p> + <a name="page148" id="page148"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 148]</span> + <p>"To be sure, for its falsity will be established to-morrow, and ridicule cast upon + those who spread and believed it. False alarms are the proper strategy to conceal the + real assault. The rumour does us a service. Our secret is very well kept, for here am + I in Schlestadt, and people living in Schlestadt believe me on the road to Trent. I + will go back with you to the major's and have a laugh at his correspondent. Courage, + my friend. We will give our enemies a month. Let them cry wolf as often as they will + during that month, we'll get into the fold all the more easily in the end."</p> + <p>Wogan took his hat to accompany Gaydon, but at that moment he heard another man + stumbling in a great haste up the stairs. Misset broke into the room with a face as + discomposed as Gaydon's had been.</p> + <p>"Here's another who has heard the same rumour," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"It is more than a rumour," said Misset. "It is an order, and most peremptory, + from the Court of France, forbidding any officer of Dillon's regiment to be absent + for more than twenty-four hours from his duties on pain of being broke. Our secret's + out. That's the plain truth of the matter."</p> + <p>He stood by the table drumming with his fingers in a great agitation. Then his + fingers stopped. He had been drumming upon Wogan's sheet of paper, and the writing on + the sheet had suddenly attracted his notice. It was writing in unusually regular + lines. Gaydon, arrested by Misset's <a name="page149" id="page149"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 149]</span> change from restlessness to fixity, looked that way + for a second, too, but he turned his head aside very quickly. Wogan's handwriting was + none of his business.</p> + <p>"We will give them a month," said Wogan, who was conjecturing at the motive of + this order from the Court of France. "No doubt we are suspected. I never had a hope + that we should not be. The Court of France, you see, can do no less than forbid us, + but I should not be surprised if it winks at us on the sly. We will give them a + month. Colonel Lally is a friend of mine and a friend of the King. We will get an + abatement of that order, so that not one of you shall be cashiered."</p> + <p>"I don't flinch at that," said Misset, "but the secret's out."</p> + <p>"Then we must use the more precautions," said Wogan. He had no doubt whatever that + somehow he would bring the Princess safely out of her prison to Bologna. It could not + be that she was born to be wasted. Misset, however, was not so confident upon the + matter.</p> + <p>"A strange, imperturbable man is Charles Wogan," said he to Gaydon and O'Toole the + same evening. "Did you happen by any chance to cast your eye over the paper I had my + hand on?"</p> + <p>"I did not," said Gaydon, in a great hurry. "It was a private letter, no + doubt."</p> + <p>"It was poetry. There's no need for you to hurry, my friend. It was more than mere + poetry, it was in Latin. I read the first line on the page, <a name="page150" + id="page150"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 150]</span> and it ran, '<i>Te, dum + spernit, arat novus accola; max ubi cultam</i>—'"</p> + <p>Gaydon tore his arm away from Misset. "I'll hear no more of it," he cried. "Poetry + is none of my business."</p> + <p>"There, Dick, you are wrong," said O'Toole, sententiously. Both Misset and Gaydon + came to a dead stop and stared. Never had poetry so strange an advocate. O'Toole set + his great legs apart and his arms akimbo. He rocked himself backwards and forwards on + his heels and toes, while a benevolent smile of superiority wrinkled across his broad + face from ear to ear. "Yes, I've done it," said he; "I've written poetry. It is a + thing a polite gentleman should be able to do. So I did it. It wasn't in Latin, + because the young lady it was written to didn't understand Latin. Her name was Lucy, + and I rhymed her to 'juicy,' and the pleasure of it made her purple in the face. + There were to have been four lines, but there were never more than three and a half + because I could not think of a suitable rhyme to O'Toole. Lucy said she knew one, but + she would never tell it me."</p> + <p>Wogan's poetry, however, was of quite a different kind, and had Gaydon looked at + it a trifle more closely, he would have experienced some relief. It was all about the + sorrows and miseries of his unfortunate race and the cruel oppression of England. + England owed all its great men to Ireland and was currish enough never to acknowledge + the debt. Wogan always grew melancholy and grave-faced <a name="page151" + id="page151"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 151]</span> on that subject when he had + the leisure to be idle. He thought bitterly of the many Irish officers sent into + exile and killed in the service of alien countries; his sense of injustice grew into + a passionate sort of despair, and the despair tumbled out of him in sonorous Latin + verse written in the Virgilian measure. He wrote a deal of it during this month of + waiting, and a long while afterwards sent an extract to Dr. Swift and received the + great man's compliments upon its felicity, as anyone may see for himself in the + doctor's correspondence.</p> + <p>How the month passed for James Stuart in Rome may be partly guessed from a letter + which was brought to Wogan by Michael Vezozzi, the Chevalier's body-servant.</p> + <p>The letter announced that King George of England had offered the Princess + Clementina a dowry of £100,000 if she would marry the Prince of Baden, and that + the Prince of Baden with a numerous following was already at Innspruck to prosecute + his suit.</p> + <p>"I do not know but what her Highness," he wrote, "will receive the best + consolation for her sufferings on my account if she accepts so favourable a proposal, + rather than run so many hazards as she must needs do as my wife. For myself, I have + been summoned most urgently into Spain and am travelling thither on the instant."</p> + <p>Wogan could make neither head nor tail of the letter. Why should the King go to + Spain at the time when the Princess Clementina might be expected <a name="page152" + id="page152"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 152]</span> at Bologna? It was plain that + he did not expect Wogan would succeed. He was disheartened. Wogan came to the + conclusion that there was the whole meaning of the letter. He was, however, for other + reasons glad to receive it.</p> + <p>"It is very well I have this letter," said he, "for until it came I had no scrap + of writing whatever to show either to her Highness or, what I take to be more + important, to her Highness's mother," and he went back to his poetry.</p> + <p>Misset and his wife, on the other hand, drove forward to the town of Colmar, where + they bought a travelling carriage and the necessaries for the journey. Misset left + his wife at Colmar, but returned every twenty-four hours himself. They made the + excuse that Misset had won a deal of money at play and was minded to lay it out in + presents to his wife. The stratagem had a wonderful success at Schlestadt, especially + amongst the ladies, who could do nothing day and night but praise in their husbands' + hearing so excellent a mode of disposing of one's winnings.</p> + <p>O'Toole spent his month in polishing his pistols and sharpening his sword. It is + true that he had to persuade Jenny to bear them company, but that was the work of an + afternoon. He told her the story of the rich Austrian heiress, promised her a hundred + guineas and a damask gown, gave her a kiss, and the matter was settled.</p> + <p>Jenny passed her month in a delicious excitement. She was a daughter of the camp, + and had no fears <a name="page153" id="page153"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 153]</span> whatever. She was a conspirator; she was trusted with a tremendous + secret; she was to help the beautiful and enormous O'Toole to a rich and beautiful + wife; she was to outwit an old curmudgeon of an uncle; she was to succour a maiden + heart-broken and imprisoned. Jenny was quite uplifted. Never had a maid-servant been + born to so high a destiny. Her only difficulty was to keep silence, and when the + silence became no longer endurable she would run on some excuse or another to Wogan + and divert him with the properest sentiments.</p> + <p>"To me," she would cry, "there's nothing sinful in changing clothes with the + beautiful mistress of O'Toole. Christian charity says we are to make others happy. I + am a Christian, and as to the uncle he can go to the devil! He can do nothing to me + but talk, and I don't understand his stupid language."</p> + <p>Jenny was the one person really happy during this month. It was Wogan's effort to + keep her so, for she was the very pivot of his plan.</p> + <p>There remains yet one other who had most reason of all to repine at the delay, the + Princess Clementina. Her mother wearied her with perpetual complaints, the Prince of + Baden, who was allowed admittance to the villa, persecuted her with his attentions; + she knew nothing of what was planned for her escape, and the rigorous confinement was + not relaxed. It was not a happy time for Clementina. Yet she was not entirely + unhappy. A thought had come to her and stayed with her which called the colour to her + cheeks and a smile to her lips. It accounted to <a name="page154" + id="page154"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 154]</span> her for the delay; her pride + was restored by it; because of it she became yet more patient with her mother, more + gentle with the Prince of Baden, more good-humoured to her gaolers. It sang at her + heart like a bird; it lightened in her grey eyes. It had come to her one sleepless + night, and the morning had not revealed it as a mere phantasy born of the night. The + more she pondered it, the more certain was she of its truth. Her King was coming + himself at the hazard of his life to rescue her.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page155" id="page155"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 155]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> + <p>Therefore she waited in patience. It was still winter at Innspruck, though the + calendar declared it to be spring. April was budless and cold, a month of storms; the + snow drifted deep along the streets and M. Chateaudoux was much inconvenienced during + his promenades in the afternoon. He would come back with most reproachful eyes for + Clementina in that she so stubbornly clung to her vagabond exile and refused so fine + a match as the Prince of Baden. On the afternoon of the 25th, however, Clementina + read more than reproach in his eyes, more than discomfort in the agitation of his + manner. The little chamberlain was afraid.</p> + <p>Clementina guessed the reason of his fear.</p> + <p>"He has come!" she cried. The exultation of her voice, the deep breath she drew, + the rush of blood to her face, and the sudden dancing light in her eyes showed how + much constraint she had set upon herself. She was like an ember blown to a flame. + "You were stopped in your walk. You have a message for me. He has come!"</p> + <p>The height of her joy was the depth of Chateaudoux's regret.</p> + <a name="page156" id="page156"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 156]</span> + <p>"I was stopped in my walk," said he, "but not by the Chevalier Wogan. Who it was I + do not know."</p> + <p>"Can you not guess?" cried Clementina.</p> + <p>"I would not trust a stranger," said her mother.</p> + <p>"Would you not?" asked Clementina, with a smile. "Describe him to me."</p> + <p>"His face was wrinkled," said Chateaudoux.</p> + <p>"It was disguised."</p> + <p>"His figure was slight and not over-tall."</p> + <p>M. Chateaudoux gave a fairly accurate description of Gaydon.</p> + <p>"I know no one whom the portrait fits," said the mother, and again Clementina + cried,—</p> + <p>"Can you not guess? Then, mother, I will punish you. For though I know—in + very truth, I know—I will not tell you." She turned back to Chateaudoux. "Well, + his message? He did fix a time, a day, an hour, for my escape?"</p> + <p>"The 27th is the day, and at eight o'clock of the night."</p> + <p>"I will be ready."</p> + <p>"He will come here to fetch your Highness. Meanwhile he prays your Highness to + fall sick and keep your bed."</p> + <p>"I can choose my malady," said Clementina. "It will not all be counterfeit, for + indeed I shall fall sick of joy. But why must I fall sick?"</p> + <p>"He brings a woman to take your place, who, lying in bed with the curtains drawn, + will the later be discovered."</p> + <a name="page157" id="page157"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 157]</span> + <p>The Princess's mother saw here a hindrance to success and eagerly she spoke of + it.</p> + <p>"How will the woman enter? How, too, will my daughter leave?"</p> + <p>M. Chateaudoux coughed and hemmed in a great confusion. He explained in delicate + hints that he himself was to bribe the sentry at the door to let her pass for a few + moments into the house. The Princess broke into a laugh.</p> + <p>"Her name is Friederika, I'll warrant," she cried. "My poor Chateaudoux, they + <i>will</i> give you a sweetheart. It is most cruel. Well, Friederika, thanks to the + sentry's fellow-feeling for a burning heart, Friederika slips in at the door."</p> + <p>"Which I have taken care should stand unlatched. She changes clothes with your + Highness, and your Highness—"</p> + <p>"Slips out in her stead."</p> + <p>"But he is to come for you, he says," exclaimed her mother. "And how will he do + that? Besides, we do not know his name. And there must be a fitting companion who + will travel with you. Has he that companion?"</p> + <p>"Your Highness," said Chateaudoux, "upon all those points he bade me say you + should be satisfied. All he asks is that you will be ready at the time."</p> + <p>A gust of hail struck the window and made the room tremble. Clementina laughed; + her mother shivered.</p> + <p>"The Prince of Baden," said she, with a sigh. Clementina shrugged her + shoulders.</p> + <a name="page158" id="page158"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 158]</span> + <p>"A Prince," said Chateaudoux, persuasively, "with much territory to his + princeliness."</p> + <p>"A vain, fat, pudgy man," said Clementina.</p> + <p>"A sober, honest gentleman," said the mother.</p> + <p>"A sober butler to an honest gentleman," said Clementina.</p> + <p>"He has an air," said Chateaudoux.</p> + <p>"He has indeed," replied Clementina, "as though he handed himself upon a plate to + you, and said, 'Here is a miracle. Thank God for it!' Well, I must take to my bed. I + am very ill. I have a fever on me, and that's truth."</p> + <p>She moved towards the door, but before she had reached it there came a knocking on + the street door below.</p> + <p>Clementina stopped; Chateaudoux looked out of the window.</p> + <p>"It is the Prince's carriage," said he.</p> + <p>"I will not see him," exclaimed Clementina.</p> + <p>"My child, you must," said her mother, "if only for the last time."</p> + <p>"Each time he comes it is for the last time, yet the next day sees him still in + Innspruck. My patience and my courtesy are both outworn. Besides, to-day, now that I + have heard this great news we have waited for—how long? Oh, mother, oh, mother, + I cannot! I shall betray myself."</p> + <p>The Princess's mother made an effort.</p> + <p>"Clementina, you must receive him. I will have it so. I am your mother. I will be + your mother," she said in a tremulous tone, as though the mere <a name="page159" + id="page159"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 159]</span> utterance of the command + frightened her by its audacity.</p> + <p>Clementina was softened on the instant. She ran across to her mother's chair, and + kneeling by it said with a laugh, "So you shall. I would not barter mothers with any + girl in Christendom. But you understand. I am pledged in honour to my King. I will + receive the Prince, but indeed I would he had not come," and rising again she kissed + her mother on the forehead.</p> + <p>She received the Prince of Baden alone. He was a stout man of much ceremony and + took some while to elaborate a compliment upon Clementina's altered looks. Before, he + had always seen her armed and helmeted with dignity; now she had much ado to keep her + lips from twitching into a smile, and the smile in her eyes she could not hide at + all. The Prince took the change to himself. His persistent wooing had not been after + all in vain. He was not, however, the man to make the least of his sufferings in the + pursuit which seemed to end so suitably to-day.</p> + <p>"Madam," he said with his grandest air, "I think to have given you some proof of + my devotion. Even on this inclement day I come to pay my duty though the streets are + deep in snow."</p> + <p>"Oh, sir," exclaimed Clementina, "then your feet are wet. Never run such risks for + me. I would have no man weep on my account though it were only from a cold in the + head."</p> + <p>The Prince glanced at Clementina suspiciously. Was this devotion? He preferred to + think so.</p> + <a name="page160" id="page160"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 160]</span> + <p>"Madam, have no fears," said he, tenderly, wishing to set the anxious creature at + her ease. "I drove here in my carriage."</p> + <p>"But from the carriage to the door you walked?"</p> + <p>"No, madam, I was carried."</p> + <p>Clementina's lips twitched again.</p> + <p>"I would have given much to have seen you carried," she said demurely. "I suppose + you would not repeat the—No, it would be to ask too much. Besides, from my + windows here in the side of the house I could not see." And she sighed deeply.</p> + <p>The fatuous gentleman took comfort from the sigh.</p> + <p>"Madam, you have but to say the word and your windows shall look whichever way you + will."</p> + <p>Clementina, however, did not say the word. She merely sighed again. The Prince + thought it a convenient moment to assert his position.</p> + <p>"I have stayed a long while in Innspruck, setting my constancy, which bade me + stay, above my dignity, which bade me go. For three months I have stayed,—a + long while, madam."</p> + <p>"I do not think three years could have been longer," said Clementina, with the + utmost sympathy.</p> + <p>"So now in the end I have called my pride to help me."</p> + <p>"The noblest gift that heaven has given a man," said Clementina, fervently.</p> + <p>The Prince bowed low; Clementina curtsied majestically.</p> + <a name="page161" id="page161"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 161.]</span> + <div class="figcenter"> + <a href="images/image4_full.png"><img src="images/image4_small.png" alt="" /></a> + <p>THE PRINCE STRUTTED TO THE WINDOW; CLEMENTINA SOLEMNLY KEPT PACE WITH + HIM."—<i>Page 161.</i></p> + </div> + <a name="page162" id="page162"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 162]</span> + <p>"Will you give me your hand," said he, "as far as your window?"</p> + <p>"Certainly, sir, and out of it."</p> + <p>Clementina laid her hand in his. The Prince strutted to the window; Clementina + solemnly kept pace with him.</p> + <p>"What do you see? A sentinel fixed there guarding you. At the door stands a second + sentinel. Answer me as I would be answered, your window and your door are free. + Refuse me, and I travel into Italy. My trunks are already packed."</p> + <p>"Neatly packed, I hope," said Clementina. Her cheek was flushed; her lips no + longer smiled. But she spoke most politely, and the Prince was at a loss.</p> + <p>"Will you give me your hand," said she, "as far as my table?"</p> + <p>The Prince doubtfully stretched out his hand, and the couple paced in a stately + fashion to Clementina's table.</p> + <p>"What do you see upon my table?" said she, with something of the Prince's + pomposity.</p> + <p>"A picture," said he, reluctantly.</p> + <p>"Whose?"</p> + <p>"The Pretender's," he answered with a sneer.</p> + <p>"The King's," said she, pleasantly. "His picture is fixed there guarding me. + Against my heart there lies a second. I wish your Highness all speed to Italy."</p> + <p>She dropped his hand, bowed to him again in sign that the interview was ended. The + Prince had a final argument.</p> + <a name="page163" id="page163"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 163]</span> + <p>"You refuse a dowry of £100,000. I would have you think of that."</p> + <p>"Sir, you think of it for both of us."</p> + <p>The Prince drew himself up to his full stature.</p> + <p>"I have your answer, then?"</p> + <p>"You have, sir. You had it yesterday, and if I remember right the day before."</p> + <p>"I will stay yet two more days. Madam, you need not fear. I shall not importune + you. I give you those two days for reflection. Unless I hear from you I shall leave + Innspruck—"</p> + <p>"In two days' time?" suddenly exclaimed Clementina.</p> + <p>"On the evening of the 27th," said the Prince.</p> + <p>Clementina laughed softly in a way which he did not understand. She was altogether + in a strange, incomprehensible mood that afternoon, and when he learnt next day that + she had taken to her bed he was not surprised. Perhaps he was not altogether grieved. + It seemed right that she should be punished for her stubbornness. Punishment might + soften her.</p> + <p>But no message came to him during those two days, and on the morning of the 27th + he set out for Italy.</p> + <p>At the second posting stage, which he reached about three of the afternoon, he + crossed a hired carriage on its way to Innspruck. The carriage left the inn door as + the Prince drove up to it. He noticed the great size of the coachman on the box, he + saw also that a man and two women were seated <a name="page164" + id="page164"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 164]</span> within the carriage, and that + a servant rode on horseback by the door. The road, however, was a busy one; day and + night travellers passed up and down; the Prince gave only a passing scrutiny to that + carriage rolling down the hill to Innspruck. Besides, he was acquainted neither with + Gaydon, who rode within the carriage, nor with Wogan, the servant at the door, nor + with O'Toole, the fat man on the box.</p> + <p>At nightfall the Prince came to Nazareth, a lonely village amongst the mountains + with a single tavern, where he thought to sleep the night. There was but one + guest-room, however, which was already bespoken by a Flemish lady, the Countess of + Cernes, who had travelled that morning to Innspruck to fetch her niece.</p> + <p>The Prince grumbled for a little, since the evening was growing stormy and wild, + but there was no remedy. He could not dispute the matter, for he was shown the + Countess's berlin waiting ready for her return. A servant of the Count's household + also had been left behind at Nazareth to retain the room, and this man, while using + all proper civilities, refused to give up possession. The Prince had no acquaintance + with the officers of Dillon's Irish regiment, so that he had no single suspicion that + Captain Misset was the servant. He drove on for another stage, where he found a + lodging.</p> + <p>Meanwhile the hired carriage rolled into Innspruck, and a storm of extraordinary + violence burst over the country.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page165" id="page165"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 165]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> + <p>In fact, just about the time when the Prince's horses were being unharnessed from + his carriage on the heights of Mount Brenner, the hired carriage stopped before a + little inn under the town wall of Innspruck hard by the bridge. And half an hour + later, when the Prince was sitting down to his supper before a blazing fire and + thanking his stars that on so gusty and wild a night he had a stout roof above his + head, a man and a woman came out from the little tavern under the town wall and + disappeared into the darkness. They had the streets to themselves, for that night the + city was a whirlpool of the winds. Each separate chasm in the encircling hills was a + mouth to discharge a separate blast. The winds swept down into the hollow and charged + in a riotous combat about the squares and lanes; at each corner was an ambuscade, and + everywhere they clashed with artilleries of hail and sleet.</p> + <p>The man and woman staggered hand in hand and floundered in the deep snow. They + were soaked to the skin, frozen by the cold, and whipped by the stinging hail. Though + they bent their heads and bodies, though they clung hand in hand, though <a + name="page166" id="page166"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 166]</span> they struggled + with all their strength, there were times when they could not advance a foot and must + needs wait for a lull in the shelter of a porch. At such times the man would perhaps + quote a line of Virgil about the cave of the winds, and the woman curse like a + grenadier. They, however, were not the only people who were distressed by the + storm.</p> + <p>Outside the villa in which the Princess was imprisoned stood the two sentinels, + one beneath the window, the other before the door. There were icicles upon their + beards; they were so shrouded in white they had the look of snow men built by + schoolboys. Their coats of frieze could not keep out the searching sleet, nor their + caps protect their ears from the intolerable cold. Their hands were so numbed they + could not feel the muskets they held.</p> + <p>The sentinel before the door suffered the most, for whereas his companion beneath + the window had nothing but the house wall before his eyes, he, on his part, could see + on the other side of the alley of trees the red blinds of "The White Chamois," that + inn which the Chevalier de St. George had mentioned to Charles Wogan. The red blinds + shone very cheery and comfortable upon that stormy night. The sentinel envied the men + gathered in the warmth and light behind them, and cursed his own miserable lot as + heartily as the woman in the porch did hers. The red blinds made it unendurable. He + left his post and joined his companion.</p> + <p>"Rudolf," he said, bawling into his ear, "come with me! Our birds will not fly + away to-night."</p> + <a name="page167" id="page167"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 167]</span> + <p>The two sentries came to the front of the house and stared at the red-litten + blinds.</p> + <p>"What a night!" cried Rudolf. "Not a citizen would thrust his nose out of + doors."</p> + <p>"Not even the little Chateaudoux's sweetheart," replied the other, with a + grin.</p> + <p>They stared again at the red blinds, and in a lull of the wind a clock struck + nine.</p> + <p>"There is an hour before the magistrate comes," said Rudolf.</p> + <p>"You take that hour," said his companion; "I will have the hour after the + magistrate has gone."</p> + <p>Rudolf ran across to the inn. The sentinel at the door remained behind. Both men + were pleased,—Rudolf because he had his hour immediately, his fellow-soldier + because once the magistrate had come and gone, he would take as long as he + pleased.</p> + <p>Meanwhile the man and woman hand in hand drew nearer to the villa, but very + slowly. For, apart from the weather's hindrances, the woman's anger had grown. She + stopped, she fell down when there was no need to fall, she wept, she struggled to + free her hand, and finally, when they had taken shelter beneath a portico, she sank + down on the stone steps, and with many oaths and many tears refused to budge a foot. + Strangely enough, it was not so much the inclemency of the night or the danger of the + enterprise which provoked this obstinacy, as some outrage and dishonour to her + figure.</p> + <p>"You may talk all night," she cried between her sobs, "about O'Toole and his + beautiful German. <a name="page168" id="page168"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 168]</span> They can go hang for me! I am only a servant, I know. I am poor, I admit + it. But poverty isn't a crime. It gives no one the right to make a dwarf of me. No, + no!"—this as Wogan bent down to lift her from the ground—"plague on you + all! I will sit here and die; and when I am found frozen and dead perhaps you will be + sorry for your cruelty to a poor girl who wanted nothing better than to serve you." + Here Jenny was so moved by the piteousness of her fate that her tears broke out + again. She wept loudly. Wogan was in an extremity of alarm lest someone should pass, + or the people of the house be aroused. He tried most tenderly to comfort her. She + would have none of the consolations. He took her in his arms and raised her to her + feet. She swore more loudly than she had wept, she kicked at his legs, she struck at + his head with her fist. In another moment she would surely have cried murder. Wogan + had to let her sink back upon the steps, where she fell to whimpering.</p> + <p>"I am not beautiful, I know; I never boasted that I was; but I have a figure and + limbs that a painter would die to paint. And what do you make of me? A maggot, a + thing all body like a nasty bear. Oh, curse the day that I set out with such tyrants! + A pretty figure of fun I should make before your beautiful German, covered with mud + to the knees. No, you shall hang me first! Why couldn't O'Toole do his own work, the + ninny, I hate him! He's tall enough, the great donkey; but no, I must do it, <a + name="page169" id="page169"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 169]</span> who am shorter, + and even then not short enough for him and you, but you must drag me through the dirt + without heels!"</p> + <p>Wogan let her run on; he was at his wits' end what to do. All this turmoil, these + tears, these oaths and blows, came from nothing more serious than this, that Jenny, + to make her height less remarkable, must wear no heels. It was ludicrous, it was + absurd, but none the less the whole expedition, carried to the very point of + completion, must fail, utterly and irretrievably fail, because Jenny would not for + one day go without her heels. The Princess must remain in her prison at Innspruck; + the Chevalier must lose his wife; the exertions of Wogan and his friends, their + risks, their ingenuity, must bear no fruit because Jenny would not show herself three + inches short of her ordinary height. O'Toole had warned him there would be a + difficulty; but that the difficulty should become an absolute hindrance, should spoil + a scheme of so much consequence, that was inconceivable.</p> + <p>Yet there was Jenny sobbing her heart out on the steps not half a mile from the + villa; the minutes were passing; the inconceivable thing was true. Wogan could have + torn his hair in the rage of his despair. He could have laughed out loudly and + passionately until even on that stormy night he brought the guard. He thought of the + perils he had run, the difficulties he had surmounted. He had outwitted the Countess + de Berg and Lady Featherstone, he had persuaded the reluctant Prince <a + name="page170" id="page170"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 170]</span> Sobieski, he + had foiled his enemies on the road to Schlestadt, he had made his plans, he had + gathered his friends, he had crept out with them from Strasbourg, yet in the end they + had come to Innspruck to be foiled because Jenny would not go without her heels. + Wogan could have wept like Jenny.</p> + <p>But he did not. On the contrary, he sat down by her side on the steps and took her + hand, gentle as a sheep.</p> + <p>"You are in the right of it, Jenny," said he, in a most remorseful voice.</p> + <p>Jenny looked up.</p> + <p>"Yes," he continued. "I was in the wrong. O'Toole is the most selfish man in the + whole world. Cowardly, too! But there never was a selfish man who was not at heart a + bit of a coward. Sure enough, sooner or later the cowardice comes out. It is a + preposterous thing that O'Toole should think that you and I are going to rescue his + heiress for him while he sits at his ease by the inn fire. No; let us go back to him + and tell him to his face the selfish cowardly man he is."</p> + <p>It seemed, however, that Jenny was not entirely pleased to hear her own sentiments + so frankly uttered by Mr. Wogan. Besides, he seemed to exaggerate them, for she said + with a little reluctance, "I would not say that he was a coward."</p> + <p>"But I would," exclaimed Wogan, hotly. "Moreover, I do. With all my heart I say + it. A great lubberly monster of a coward. He is envious, too, Jenny."</p> + <a name="page171" id="page171"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 171]</span> + <p>Jenny had by this time stopped weeping.</p> + <p>"Why envious?" she asked with an accent of rebellion which was very much to + Wogan's taste.</p> + <p>"It's as plain as the palm of my hand. Why should he make a dwarf of you, + Jenny?—for it's the truth he has done that; he has made a little dwarf out of + the finest girl in the land by robbing her of her heels." Jenny was on the point of + interrupting with some indignation, but Wogan would not listen to her. "A dwarf," he + continued, "it was your own word, Jenny. I could say nothing to comfort you when you + spoke it, for it was so true and suitable an epithet. A little dwarf he has made of + you, all body and no legs like a bear, a dwarf-bear, of course; and why, if it is not + that he envies you your figure and is jealous of it in a mean and discreditable way? + Sure, he wants to have all the looks and to appear quite incomparable to the eyes of + his beautiful German. So he makes a dwarf of you, a little bear dwarf—"</p> + <p>Jenny, however, had heard this phrase often enough by now. She interrupted Wogan + hotly, and it seemed her anger was now as much directed against him as it had been + before against O'Toole.</p> + <p>"He is not envious," said she. "A fine friend he has in you, I am thinking. He has + no need to be envious. Captain O'Toole could carry me to the house in his arms if he + wished, which is more than you could do if you tried till midday to-morrow," and she + turned her shoulder to Wogan, who, in no way abashed by her contempt, cried + triumphantly,—</p> + <a name="page172" id="page172"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 172]</span> + <p>"But he didn't wish. He let you drag through the mud and snow without so much as a + patten to keep you off the ground. Why? Tell me that, Jenny! Why didn't he wish?"</p> + <p>Jenny was silent.</p> + <p>"You see, if he is not envious, he is at all events a coward," argued Wogan, "else + he would have run his own risks and come in your stead."</p> + <p>"But that would not have served," cried Jenny. It was her turn now to speak + triumphantly. "How could O'Toole have run away with his heiress and at the same time + remained behind in her bed to escape suspicion, as I am to do?"</p> + <p>"I had forgotten that, to be sure," said Wogan, meekly.</p> + <p>Jenny laughed derisively.</p> + <p>"O'Toole is the man with the head on his shoulders," said she.</p> + <p>"And a pitiful, calculating head it is," exclaimed Wogan. "Think of the + inconvenience of your position when you are discovered to-morrow. Think of the angry + uncle! O'Toole has thought of him and so keeps out of his way. Here's a nice world, + where hulking, shapeless giants like O'Toole hide themselves from angry uncles behind + a dwarf-girl's petticoats. Bah! We will go back and kick O'Toole."</p> + <p>Wogan rose to his feet. Jenny did not move; she sat and laughed scornfully.</p> + <p>"<i>You</i> kick O'Toole! You might once, if he happened to be asleep. But he + would take you <a name="page173" id="page173"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 173]</span> up by the scruff of the neck and the legs and beat your face against your + knees until you were dead. Besides, what do I care for an angry uncle! I am well paid + to put up with his insults."</p> + <p>"Well paid!" said Wogan, with a sneer. "A hundred guineas and a damask gown! Three + hundred guineas and a gown all lace and gold tags would not be enough. Besides, I'll + wager he has not paid you a farthing. He'll cheat you, Jenny. He's a rare bite is + O'Toole. Between you and me, Jenny, he is a beggarly fellow!"</p> + <p>"He has already paid me half," cried Jenny. It was no knowledge to Wogan, who, + however, counterfeited a deal of surprise.</p> + <p>"Well," said he, "he has only done it to cheat you the more easily of the other + fifty. We will go straight back and tell him that it costs three hundred guineas, + money down, and the best gown in Paris to turn a fine figure of a girl into a + dwarf-bear."</p> + <p>He leaned down and took Jenny by the arm. She sprang to her feet and twisted + herself free.</p> + <p>"No," she said, "you can go back if you will and show him what a good friend you + are to him. But I go on. The poor captain shall have one person in the world, though + she's only a servant, to help him when he wants."</p> + <p>Thus Wogan won the victory. But he was most careful to conceal it. He walked by + her side humble as a whipped dog. If he had to point out the way, he did it with the + most penitent air; when he offered his hand to help her over a snow-heap and she + struck <a name="page174" id="page174"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 174]</span> it + aside, he merely bowed his head as though her contempt was well deserved. He even + whispered in her ear in a trembling voice, "Jenny, you will not say a word to O'Toole + about the remarks I made of him? He is a strong, hasty man. I know not what might + come of it."</p> + <p>Jenny sneered and shrugged her shoulders. She would not speak to Wogan any more, + and so they came silently into the avenue of trees between "The White Chamois" and + the villa. The windows in the front of the villa were dark, and through the blinding + snow-storm Wogan could not have distinguished the position of the house at all but + for the red blinds of the tavern opposite which shone out upon the night and gave the + snow falling before them a tinge of pink. Wogan crept nearer to the house and heard + the sentinel stamping in the snow. He came back to Jenny and pointed the sentinel out + to her.</p> + <p>"Give me a quarter of an hour so far as you can judge. Then pass the sentinel and + go up the steps into the house. The sentinel is prepared for your coming, and if he + stops you, you must say 'Chateaudoux' in a whisper, and he will understand. You will + find the door of the house open and a man waiting for you."</p> + <p>Jenny made no answer, but Wogan was sure of her now. He left her standing beneath + the dripping trees and crept towards the side of the house. A sentry was posted + beneath her Highness's windows, and through those windows he had to climb. He <a + name="page175" id="page175"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 175]</span> needed that + quarter of an hour to wait for a suitable moment when the sentry would be at the far + end of his beat. But that sentry was fuddling himself with a vile spirit distilled + from the gentian flower in the kitchen of "The White Chamois." Wogan, creeping + stealthily through the snow-storm, found the side of the house unguarded. The windows + on the ground floor were dark; those on the first floor which lighted her Highness's + apartments were ablaze. He noticed with a pang of dismay that one of those lighted + windows was wide open to the storm. He wondered whether it meant that the Princess + had been removed to another lodging. He climbed on the sill of the lower window; by + the side of that window a stone pillar ran up the side of the house to the windows on + the first floor. Wogan had taken note of that pillar months back when he was hawking + chattels in Innspruck. He set his hands about it and got a grip with his foot against + the sash of the lower window. He was just raising himself when he heard a noise above + him. He dropped back to the ground and stood in the fixed attitude of a sentinel.</p> + <p>A head appeared at the window, a woman's head. The light was behind, within the + room, so that Wogan could not see the face. But the shape of the head, its gracious + poise upon the young shoulders, the curve of the neck, the bright hair drawn + backwards from the brows,—here were marks Wogan could not mistake. They had + been present before his eyes these many months. The head at <a name="page176" + id="page176"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 176]</span> the open window was the head + of the Princess. Wogan felt a thrill run through his blood. To a lover the sight of + his mistress is always unexpected, though he foreknows the very moment of her coming. + To Wogan the sight of his Queen had the like effect. He had not seen her since he had + left Ohlau two years before with her promise to marry the Chevalier. It seemed to + him, though for this he had lived and worked up early and down late for so long, a + miraculous thing that he should see her now.</p> + <p>She leaned forward and peered downwards into the lane. The light streamed out, + bathing her head and shoulders. Wogan could see the snow fall upon her dark hair and + whiten it; it fell, too, upon her neck, but that it could not whiten. She leaned out + into the darkness, and Wogan set foot again upon the lower window-sill. At the same + moment another head appeared beside Clementina's, and a sharp cry rang out, a cry of + terror. Then both heads disappeared, and a heavy curtain swung across the window, + shutting the light in.</p> + <p>Wogan remained motionless, his heart sinking with alarm. Had that cry been heard? + Had the wind carried it to the sentry at the door? He waited, but no sound of running + footsteps came to his ears; the cry had been lost in the storm. He was now so near to + success that dangers which a month ago would have seemed of small account showed most + menacing and fatal.</p> + <p>"It was the Princess-mother who cried out," he thought, and was reminded that the + need of <a name="page177" id="page177"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 177]</span> + persuasions was not ended for the night with the conquest of Jenny. He had to + convince the Princess-mother of his authority without a line of Prince Sobieski's + writing to support him; he had to overcome her timidity. But he was prepared for the + encounter; he had foreseen it, and had an argument ready for the Princess-mother, + though he would have preferred to wring the old lady's neck. Her cry might spoil + everything. However, it had not been heard, and since it had not been heard, Wogan + was disposed to forgive it.</p> + <p>For the window was still open, and now that the curtain was drawn no ray of light + escaped from the room to betray the man who climbed into it.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page178" id="page178"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 178]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + <p>Meanwhile within the room the Princess-mother clung to Clementina. The terror + which her sharp cry had expressed was visible in her strained and startled face. Her + eyes, bright with terror, stared at the drawn curtain; she could not avert them; she + still must gaze, fascinated by her fears; and her dry, whispering lips were + tremulous.</p> + <p>"Heaven have mercy!" she whispered; "shut the window! Shut it fast!" and as + Clementina moved in surprise, she clung the closer to her daughter. "No, do not leave + me! Come away! Jesu! here are we alone,—two women!"</p> + <p>"Mother," said Clementina, soothing her and gently stroking her hair, as though + she in truth was the mother and the mother her daughter, "there's no cause for + fear."</p> + <p>"No cause for fear! I saw him—the sentry—he is climbing up. Ah!" and + again her voice rose to a cry as Wogan's foot grated on the window-ledge.</p> + <p>"Hush, mother! A cry will ruin us. It's not the sentinel," said Clementina.</p> + <a name="page179" id="page179"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 179]</span> + <p>Clementina was laughing, and by her laughter the Princess-mother was in some + measure reassured.</p> + <p>"Who is it, then?" she asked.</p> + <p>"Can you not guess?" said Clementina, incredulously. "It is so evident. Yet I + would not have you guess. It is my secret, my discovery. I'll tell you." She heard a + man behind the curtain spring lightly from the window to the floor. She raised her + voice that he might know she had divined him. "Your sentinel is the one man who has + the right to rescue me. Your sentinel's the King."</p> + <p>At that moment Wogan pushed aside the curtain.</p> + <p>"No, your Highness," said he, "but the King's servant."</p> + <p>The Princess-mother dropped into a chair and looked at her visitor with despair. + It was not the sentinel, to be sure, but, on the other hand, it was Mr. Wogan, whom + she knew for a very insistent man with a great liking for his own way. She drew + little comfort from Mr. Wogan's coming.</p> + <p>It seemed, too, that he was not very welcome to Clementina; for she drew back a + step and in a voice which dropped and had a tremble of disappointment, "Mr. Wogan," + she said, "the King is well served;" and she stood there without so much as offering + him her hand. Wogan had not counted on so cold a greeting, but he understood the + reason, and was not sure but what he approved of it. After all, she had encountered + perils on the King's account; she had some sort of a justification to believe the + King <a name="page180" id="page180"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 180]</span> would + do the like for her. It had not occurred to him or indeed to anyone before; but now + that he saw the chosen woman so plainly wounded, he felt a trifle hot against his + King for having disappointed her. He set his wits to work to dispel the + disappointment.</p> + <p>"Your Highness, the truth is there are great matters brewing in Spain. His Majesty + was needed there most urgently. He had to decide between Innspruck and Cadiz, and it + seemed that he would honour your great confidence in him and at the same time serve + you best—"</p> + <p>Clementina would not allow him to complete the sentence. Her cheek flushed, and + she said quickly,—</p> + <p>"You are right, Mr. Wogan. The King is right. Mine was a girl's thought. I am + ashamed of it;" and she frankly gave him her hand. Wogan was fairly well pleased with + his apology for his King. It was not quite the truth, no doubt, but it had spared + Clementina a trifle of humiliation, and had re-established the King in her thoughts. + He bent over her hand and would have kissed it, but she stopped him.</p> + <p>"No," said she, "an honest handclasp, if you please; for no woman can have ever + lived who had a truer friend," and Wogan, looking into her frank eyes, was not, after + all, nearly so well pleased with the untruth he had told her. She was an + uncomfortable woman to go about with shifts and contrivances. Her open face, with its + broad forehead and <a name="page181" id="page181"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 181]</span> the clear, steady eyes of darkest blue, claimed truth as a prerogative. + The blush which had faded from her cheeks appeared on his, and he began to babble + some foolish word about his unworthiness when the Princess-mother interrupted him in + a grudging voice,—</p> + <p>"Mr. Wogan, you were to bring a written authority from the Prince my husband."</p> + <p>Wogan drew himself up straight.</p> + <p>"Your Highness," said he, with a bow of the utmost respect, "I was given such an + authority."</p> + <p>The Princess-mother held out her hand. "Will you give it me?"</p> + <p>"I said that I was given such an authority. But I have it no longer. I was + attacked on my way from Ohlau. There were five men against me, all of whom desired + that letter. The room was small; I could not run away; neither had I much space + wherein to resist five men. I knew that were I killed and that letter found on me, + your Highness would thereafter be too surely guarded to make escape possible, and his + Highness Prince Sobieski would himself incur the Emperor's hostility. So when I had + made sure that those five men were joined against me, I twisted that letter into a + taper and before their faces lit my pipe with it."</p> + <p>Clementina's eyes were fixed steadily and intently upon Wogan's face. When he + ended she drew a deep breath, but otherwise she did not move. The Princess-mother, + however, was unmistakably relieved. She spoke with a kindliness she had never <a + name="page182" id="page182"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 182]</span> shown before to + Wogan; she even smiled at him in a friendly way.</p> + <p>"We do not doubt you, Mr. Wogan, but that written letter, giving my daughter leave + to go, I needs must have before I let her go. A father's authority! I cannot take + that upon myself."</p> + <p>Clementina took a quick step across to her mother's side.</p> + <p>"You did not hear," she said.</p> + <p>"I heard indeed that Mr. Wogan had burnt the letter."</p> + <p>"But under what stress, and to spare my father and to leave me still a grain of + hope. Mother, this gentleman has run great risks for me,—how great I did not + know; even now in this one instance we can only guess and still fall short of the + mark."</p> + <p>The Princess-mother visibly stiffened with maternal authority.</p> + <p>"My child, without some sure sign the Prince consents, you must not go."</p> + <p>Clementina looked towards Wogan for assistance. Wogan put his hand into his + pocket.</p> + <p>"That sure sign I have," said he. "It is a surer sign than any written letter; for + handwriting may always be counterfeit. This could never be," and he held out on the + palm of his hand the turquoise snuff-box which the Prince had given him on New Year's + day. "It is a jewel unique in all the world, and the Prince gave it me. It is a jewel + he treasured not only for its value, but its history. Yet he gave it me. It was won + by the great King John of <a name="page183" id="page183"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 183]</span> Poland, and remains as a memorial of the most + glorious day in all that warrior's glorious life; yet his son gave it me. With his + own hands he put it into mine to prove to me with what confidence he trusted your + Highness's daughter to my care. That confidence was written large in the letter I + burnt, but I am thinking it is engraved for ever upon this stone."</p> + <p>The Princess-mother took the snuff-box reluctantly and turned it over and over. + She was silent. Clementina answered for her.</p> + <p>"I am ready," she said, and she pointed to a tiny bundle on a chair in which a few + clothes were wrapped. "My jewels are packed in the bundle, but I can leave them + behind me if needs be."</p> + <p>Wogan lifted up the bundle and laughed.</p> + <p>"Your Highness teaches a lesson to soldiers; for there is never a knapsack but can + hold this and still have half its space to spare. The front door is unlatched?"</p> + <p>"M. Chateaudoux is watching in the hall."</p> + <p>"And the hall's unlighted?"</p> + <p>"Yes."</p> + <p>"Jenny should be here in a minute, and before she comes I must tell you she does + not know the importance of our undertaking. She is the servant to Mrs. Misset, who + attends your Highness into Italy. We did not let her into the secret. We made up a + comedy in which you have your parts to play. Your Highness," and he turned to + Clementina, "is a rich Austrian heiress, deeply enamoured of Captain Lucius + O'Toole."</p> + <a name="page184" id="page184"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 184]</span> + <p>"Captain Lucius O'Toole!" exclaimed the mother, in horror. "My daughter enamoured + of a Captain Lucius O'Toole!"</p> + <p>"He is one of my three companions," said Wogan, imperturbably. "Moreover, he is + six foot four, the most creditable lover in the world."</p> + <p>"Well," said Clementina, with a laugh, "I am deeply enamoured of the engaging + Captain Lucius O'Toole. Go on, sir."</p> + <p>"Your parents are of a most unexampled cruelty. They will not smile upon the + fascinating O'Toole, but have locked you up on bread and water until you shall agree + to marry a wealthy but decrepit gentleman of eighty-three."</p> + <p>"I will not," cried Clementina; "I will starve myself to death first. I will marry + my six feet four or no other man in Christendom."</p> + <p>"Clementina!" cried her mother, deprecatingly.</p> + <p>"But at this moment," continued Wogan, "there very properly appears the fairy + godmother in the person of a romantical maiden aunt."</p> + <p>"Oh!" said Clementina, "I have a romantical maiden aunt."</p> + <p>"Yes," said Wogan, and turning with a bow to the Princess-mother; "your + Highness."</p> + <p>"I?" she exclaimed, starting up in her chair.</p> + <p>"Your Highness has written an encouraging letter to Captain O'Toole," resumed + Wogan. The Princess-mother gasped, "A letter to Captain O'Toole," and she flung up + her hands and fell back in her chair.</p> + <a name="page185" id="page185"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 185]</span> + <p>"On the receipt of the letter Captain O'Toole gathers his friends, borrows a horse + here, a carriage there, and a hundred guineas from Heaven knows whom, comes to the + rescue like a knight-errant, and retells the old story of how love laughs at + locksmiths."</p> + <p>As Wogan ended, the mother rose from her chair. It may have been that she revolted + at the part she was to play; it may have been because a fiercer gust shook the + curtain and bellied it inwards. At all events she flung the curtain aside; the snow + drifted through the open window onto the floor; outside the open window it was + falling like a cascade, and the air was icy.</p> + <p>"Mr. Wogan," she said, stubbornly working herself into a heat to make more sure of + her resolution, "my daughter cannot go to-night. To-morrow, if the sky clears, yes, + but to-night, no. You do not know, sir, being a man. But my daughter has fasted + through this Lent, and that leaves a woman weak. I do forbid her going, as her father + would. The very dogs running the streets for food keep kennel on such a night. She + must not go."</p> + <p>Wogan did not give way, though he felt a qualm of despair, knowing all the + stubbornness of which the weak are capable, knowing how impervious to facts or + arguments.</p> + <p>"Your Highness," he said quickly, "we are not birds of passage to rule our flight + by seasons. We must take the moment when it comes, and it <a name="page186" + id="page186"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 186]</span> comes now. To-night your + daughter can escape; for here's a night made for an escape."</p> + <p>"And for my part," cried Clementina, "I would the snow fell faster." She crossed + to the open window and held out her hands to catch the flakes. "Would they did not + melt! I believe Heaven sends the snow to shelter me. It's the white canopy spread + above my head, that I may go in state to meet my King." She stood eager and exultant, + her eyes shining, her cheek on fire, her voice thrilling with pride. She seemed not + to feel the cold. She welcomed the hardships of wind and falling snow as her + opportunity. She desired not only for escape, but also to endure.</p> + <p>Wogan looked her over from head to foot, filled with pride and admiration. He had + made no mistake; he had plucked this rose of the world to give to his King. His eyes + said it; and the girl, reading them, drew a breath and rippled out a laugh of + gladness that his trusted servant was so well content with her. But the + Princess-mother stood unmoved.</p> + <p>"My daughter cannot go to-night," she repeated resentfully. "I do forbid it."</p> + <p>Wogan had his one argument. This one argument was his last resource. He had chosen + it carefully with an eye to the woman whom it was to persuade. It was not couched as + an inducement; it did not claim the discharge of an obligation; it was not a reply to + any definite objection. Such arguments would only have confirmed her in her <a + name="page187" id="page187"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 187]</span> stubbornness. + He made accordingly an appeal to sentiment.</p> + <p>"Your Highness's daughter," said he, "spoke a minute since of the hazards my + friends and I have run to compass her escape. As regards four of us, the words + reached beyond our deserts. For we are men. Such hazards are our portion; they are + seldom lightened by so high an aim. But the fifth! The words, however kind, were + still below that fifth one's merits; for the fifth is a woman."</p> + <p>"I know. With all my heart I thank her. With all my heart I pity her."</p> + <p>"But there is one thing your Highness does not know. She runs our risks,—the + risk of capture, the risk of the night, the storm, the snow, she a woman by nature + timid and frail,—yet with never in all her life so great a reason for timidity, + or so much frailty of health as now. We venture our lives, but she ventures + more."</p> + <p>The mother bowed her head; Clementina looked fixedly at Wogan.</p> + <p>"Speak plainly, my friend," she said. "There are no children here."</p> + <p>"Madam, I need but quote to you the words her husband used. For my part, I think + that nobler words were never spoken, and with her whole heart she repeats them. They + are these: 'The boy would only live to serve his King; why should he not serve his + King before he lives?'"</p> + <p>The mother was still silent, but Wogan could see that the tears overbrimmed her + eyes and rolled down <a name="page188" id="page188"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 188]</span> her cheeks. Clementina was silent for a while too, and stood with her + eyes fixed thoughtfully on Wogan. Then she said gently,—</p> + <p>"Her name."</p> + <p>Wogan told her it, and she said no more; but it was plain that she would never + forget it, that she had written it upon her heart.</p> + <p>Wogan waited, looking to the Princess, who drying her tears rose from her chair + and said with great and unexpected dignity,—</p> + <p>"How comes it, sir, that with such servants your King still does not sit upon his + throne? My daughter shall not fall below the great example set to her. My fears are + shamed by it. My daughter goes with you to-night."</p> + <p>It was time that she consented, for even as Wogan flung himself upon his knee and + raised her hand, M. Chateaudoux appeared at the door with a finger on his lips, and + behind him one could hear a voice grumbling and cursing on the stairs.</p> + <p>"Jenny," said Wogan, and Jenny stumbled into the room. "Quiet," said he; "you will + wake the house."</p> + <p>"Well, if you had to walk upstairs in the dark in these horrible shoes—"</p> + <p>"Oh, Jenny, your cloak, quick!"</p> + <p>"Take the thing! A good riddance to it; it's dripping wet, and weighs a ton."</p> + <p>"Dripping wet!" moaned the mother.</p> + <p>"I shall not wear it long," said Clementina, advancing from the embrasure of the + window. Jenny <a name="page189" id="page189"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 189]</span> turned and looked her over critically from head to foot. Then she turned + away without a word and let the cloak fall to the ground. It fell about her feet; she + kicked it viciously away, and at the same time she kicked off one of those shoes of + which she so much complained. Jenny was never the woman to mince her language, and + to-night she was in her surliest mood. So she swore simply and heartily, to the + mother's utter astonishment and indignation.</p> + <p>"Damn!" she said, hobbling across the room to the corner, whither her shoe had + fallen. "There, there, old lady; don't hold your hands to your ears as though a clean + oath would poison them!"</p> + <p>The Princess-mother fell back in her chair.</p> + <p>"Does she speak to me?" she asked helplessly.</p> + <p>"Yes," said Wogan; and turning to Jenny, "This is the kind-hearted aunt."</p> + <p>Jenny turned to Clementina, who was picking the cloak from the floor.</p> + <p>"And you are the beautiful heiress," she said sourly. "Well, if you are going to + put that wet cloak on your shoulders, I wish you joy of the first kiss O'Toole gives + you when you jump into his arms."</p> + <p>The Princess-mother screamed; Wogan hastened to interfere.</p> + <p>"Jenny, there's the bedroom; to bed with you!" and he took out his watch. At once + he uttered an exclamation of affright. Wogan had miscalculated the time which he + would require. It had taken longer than he had anticipated to reach the villa <a + name="page190" id="page190"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 190]</span> against the + storm; his conflict with Jenny in the portico had consumed valuable minutes; he had + been at some pains to over-persuade the Princess-mother; Jenny herself amongst the + trees in the darkness had waited more than the quarter of an hour demanded of her; + Wogan himself, absorbed each moment in that moment's particular business,—now + bending all his wits to vanquish Jenny, now to vanquish the + Princess-mother,—even Wogan had neglected how the time sped. He looked at his + watch. It was twenty-five minutes to ten, and at ten the magistrate would be knocking + at the door.</p> + <p>"I am ready," said Clementina, drawing the wet cloak about her shoulders and its + hood over her head. She barely shivered under its wet heaviness.</p> + <p>"There's one more thing to be done before you go," said Wogan; but before he could + say what that one thing was, Jenny, who had now recovered her shoe, ran across the + room and took the beautiful heiress by both hands. Jenny was impulsive by nature. The + Princess-mother's distress and Clementina's fearlessness made her suddenly ashamed + that she had spoken so sourly.</p> + <p>"There, there, old lady," she said soothingly; "don't you fret. They are very good + friends your niece is going with." Then she drew Clementina close to her. "I don't + wonder they are all mad about you, for I can't but say you are very handsome and + richly worth the pains you have occasioned us." She kissed Clementina plump upon the + <a name="page191" id="page191"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 191]</span> cheek and + whispered in her ear, "O'Toole won't mind the wet cloak, my dear, when he sees + you."</p> + <p>Clementina laughed happily and returned her kiss with no less sincerity, if with + less noise.</p> + <p>"Quick, Jenny," said Wogan, "to bed with you!"</p> + <p>He pointed to the door which led to the Princess's bedroom.</p> + <p>"Now you must write a letter," he added to Clementina, in a low voice, as soon as + the door was shut upon Jenny. "A letter to your mother, relieving her of all + complicity in your escape. Her Highness will find it to-morrow night slipped under + the cover of her toilette."</p> + <p>Clementina ran to a table, and taking up a pen, "You think of everything," she + said. "Perhaps you have written the letter."</p> + <p>Wogan pulled a sheet of paper from his fob.</p> + <p>"I scribbled down a few dutiful sentiments," said he, "as we drove down from + Nazareth, thinking it might save time."</p> + <p>"Mother," exclaimed Clementina, "not content with contriving my escape, he will + write my letters to you. Well, sir, let us hear what you have made of it."</p> + <p>Wogan dictated a most beautiful letter, in which a mother's claims for obedience + were strongly set out—as a justification, one must suppose, for a daughter's + disobedience. But Clementina was betrothed to his Majesty King James, and that + engagement must be ever the highest consideration with <a name="page192" + id="page192"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 192]</span> her, on pain of forfeiting her + honour. It was altogether a noble and stately letter, written in formal, + irreproachable phrases which no daughter in the world would ever have written to a + mother. Clementina laughed over it, but said that it would serve. Wogan looked at his + watch again. It was then a quarter to ten.</p> + <p>"Quick!" said he. "Your Highness will wait for me under the fourth tree of the + avenue, counting from the end."</p> + <p>He left the mother and daughter alone, that his presence might not check the + tenderness of their farewell, and went down the stairs into the dark hall. M. + Chateaudoux was waiting there, with his teeth chattering in the extremity of his + alarm. Wogan unlatched the door very carefully and saw through the chink the sentry + standing by the steps. The snow still fell; he was glad to note the only light was a + white glimmering from the waste of snow upon the ground.</p> + <p>"You must go out with her," Wogan whispered to Chateaudoux, "and speak a word to + the sentry."</p> + <p>"At any moment the magistrate may come," said Chateaudoux, though he trembled so + that he could hardly speak.</p> + <p>"All the more reason for the sentinel to let your sweetheart run home at her + quickest step," said Wogan, and above him he heard Clementina come out upon the + landing. He crept up the stairs to her.</p> + <p>"Here is my hand," said he, in a low voice. She <a name="page193" + id="page193"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 193]</span> laid her own in his, and + bending towards him in the darkness she whispered,—</p> + <p>"Promise me it shall always be at my service. I shall need friends. I am young, + and I have no knowledge. Promise me!"</p> + <p>She was young indeed. The freshness of her voice, its little tremble of modesty, + the earnestness of its appeal, carried her youth quite home to Mr. Wogan's heart. She + was sweet with youth. Wogan felt it more clearly as they stood together in the + darkness than when he had seen her plainly in the lighted room, with youth mantling + her cheeks and visible in the buoyancy of her walk. Then she had been always the + chosen woman. Wogan could just see her eyes, steady and mysteriously dark, shining at + him out of the gloom, and a pang of remorse suddenly struck through him. That one + step she was to take was across the threshold of a prison, it was true, but a prison + familiar and warm, and into a night of storm and darkness and ice. The road lay + before her into Italy, but it was a road of unknown perils, through mountains deep in + snow. And this escape of to-night from the villa, this thunderous flight, with its + hardships and its dangers, which followed the escape, was only the symbol of her + life. She stepped from the shelter of her girlhood, as she stepped across the + threshold of the villa, into a womanhood dark with many trials, storm-swept and + wandering. She might reach the queendom which was her due, as the berlin in which she + was to travel might—nay, surely would—rush <a name="page194" + id="page194"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 194]</span> one day from the gorges into + the plains and the sunlight of Italy; but had Wogan travelled to Rome in Gaydon's + place and talked with Whittington outside the Caprara Palace, it is very likely that + she would never have been allowed by him to start. Up till now he had thought only of + her splendid courage, of the humiliation of her capture, of her wounded pride; she + was the chosen woman. Now he thought of the girl, and wondered of her destiny, and + was stricken with remorse.</p> + <p>"Promise me," she repeated, and her hand tightened upon his and clung to it. Wogan + had no fine sentiments wherewith to answer her; but his voice took a depth of + sincerity and tenderness quite strange to her. Her fingers ceased to tremble.</p> + <p>They went down into the hall. Chateaudoux, who had been waiting in an agony of + impatience, opened the door and slipped out; Clementina followed him.</p> + <p>The door was left ajar behind them, and Wogan in the hall saw Chateaudoux speak + with the sentinel, saw the sentinel run hurriedly to Clementina, saw Clementina + disappear into the snow. Chateaudoux ran back into the hall.</p> + <p>"And you!" he asked, as he barred and locked the door. "The magistrate is coming. + I saw the lights of the guard across the avenue."</p> + <p>Clementina was outside in the storm; Wogan was within the house, and the lights of + the guard were already near.</p> + <p>"I go by the way I came," said he; "I have <a name="page195" + id="page195"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 195]</span> time;" and he ran quickly up + the stairs. In the room he found the Princess-mother weeping silently, and again, as + he saw this weak elderly woman left alone to her fears and forebodings, remorse took + hold on him.</p> + <p>"Courage, madam," said he, as he crossed the room; "she goes to wed a king."</p> + <p>"Sir, I am her mother," replied the Princess, gaining at this moment a suitable + dignity from her tears. "I was wondering not of the King, but of the man the King + conceals."</p> + <p>"You need not, madam," said Wogan, who had no time for eulogies upon his master. + "Take his servant's loyalty as the measure of his merits."</p> + <p>He looked out of the window and suddenly drew back. He stood for a moment with a + look of great fear upon his face. For the sentinel was back at his post; Wogan dared + not at this moment risk a struggle, and perhaps an outcry. Clementina was waiting + under the avenue of trees; Wogan was within the house, and the lights of the guard + were already flaring in the roadway. Even as Wogan stood in the embrasure of the + window, he heard a heavy knocking on the door.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page196" id="page196"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 196]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> + <p>Wogan closed the window cautiously. The snow had drifted through and lay melting + in a heap beneath the sill. He drew the curtain across the embrasure, and then he + crossed to the bedroom door.</p> + <p>"Jenny," he whispered, "are you in bed?"</p> + <p>"Yes."</p> + <p>"Lie close! Do not show your face nor speak. Only groan, and groan most + delicately, or we are lost."</p> + <p>He closed the door upon Jenny, and turning about came face to face with the + Princess-mother. She stood confronting him, a finger on her lips, and terror in her + eyes; and he heard the street-door open and clang to below.</p> + <p>"The magistrate!" she whispered.</p> + <p>"Courage, your Highness. Keep them from the bed! Say that her eyes are weak and + cannot bear the light."</p> + <p>He slipped behind the curtain into the embrasure, picturing to himself the + disposition of the room, lest he should have left behind a trifle to betray him. He + had in a supreme degree that gift of recollection which takes the form of a mental + vision. He did not have to count over the details of the room; he <a name="page197" + id="page197"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 197]</span> summoned a picture of it to + his mind, and saw it and its contents from corner to corner. And thus while the + footsteps yet sounded on the stair, he saw Clementina's bundle lying forgotten on a + couch. He darted from his hiding-place, seized it, and ran back. He had just + sufficient and not a second more time, for the curtain had not ceased to swing when + the magistrate knocked, and without waiting for an answer entered. He was followed by + two soldiers, and these he ordered to wait without the door.</p> + <p>"Your Highness," he said in a polite voice, and stopped abruptly. It seemed to + Wogan behind the curtain that his heart stopped at the same moment and with no less + abruptness. There was no evidence of Clementina's flight to justify that sudden + silence. Then he grew faint, as it occurred to him that he had made Lady + Featherstone's mistake,—that his boot protruded into the room. He clenched his + teeth, expecting a swift step and the curtain to be torn aside. The window was shut; + he would never have time to open it and leap out and take his chance with the sentry + underneath. He was caught in a trap, and Clementina waited for him in the avenue, + under the fourth tree. All was lost, it seemed, and by his own folly, his own + confidence. Had he only told her of the tavern under the city wall, where the + carriage stood with its horses harnessed in the shafts, she might still have escaped, + though he was trapped. The sweat passed down his face. Yet no swift step was taken, + nor was the curtain torn aside.</p> + <a name="page198" id="page198"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 198]</span> + <p>For within the room the magistrate, a kindly citizen of Innspruck who had no + liking for this addition to his duties, stood gazing at the Princess-mother with a + respectful pity. It was the sight of her tear-stained face which had checked his + words. For two days Clementina had kept her bed, and the mother's tears alarmed + him.</p> + <p>"Her Highness, your daughter, suffers so much?" said he.</p> + <p>"Sir, it is little to be wondered at."</p> + <p>The magistrate bowed. That question was not one with which he had a mind to + meddle.</p> + <p>"She still lies in bed?" said he, and he crossed to the door. The mother flung + herself in the way.</p> + <p>"She lies in pain, and you would disturb her; you would flash your lanterns in her + eyes, that if perchance she sleeps, she may wake into a world of pain. Sir, you will + not."</p> + <p>"Your Highness—"</p> + <p>"It is the mother who beseeches you. Sir, would you have me on my knees?"</p> + <p>Wogan, but this moment recovered from his alarm, became again uneasy. Her Highness + protested too much; she played her part in the comedy too strenuously. He judged by + the ear; the magistrate had the quivering, terror-stricken face before his eyes, and + his pity deepened.</p> + <p>"Your Highness," he said, "I must pray you to let me pass. I have General + Heister's orders to obey."</p> + <p>The Princess-mother now gave Wogan reason to <a name="page199" + id="page199"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 199]</span> applaud her. She saw that the + magistrate, for all his politeness, was quite inflexible.</p> + <p>"Go, then," she said with a quiet dignity which once before she had shown that + evening. "Since there is no humiliation to be spared us, take a candle, sir, and + count the marks of suffering in my daughter's face;" and with her own hand she opened + the bedroom door and stood aside.</p> + <p>"Madam, I would not press my duty an inch beyond its limits," said the magistrate. + "I will stand in the doorway, and do you bid your daughter speak."</p> + <p>The Princess-mother did not move from her position.</p> + <p>"My child," she said.</p> + <p>Jenny in the bedroom groaned and turned from one side to the other.</p> + <p>"You are in pain?"</p> + <p>Jenny groaned again. The magistrate himself closed the door.</p> + <p>"Believe me," said he, "no one could more regret than I the incivilities to which + I am compelled."</p> + <p>He crossed the room. Wogan heard him and his men descending the stairs. He heard + the door open and shut; he heard Chateaudoux draw the bolts. Then he stepped out from + the curtain.</p> + <p>"Your Highness, that was bravely done," said he, and kneeling he kissed her hand. + He went back into the embrasure, slipped the bundle over his arm, and opened the + window very silently. He saw the snow was still falling, the wind still moaning <a + name="page200" id="page200"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 200]</span> about the + crannies and roaring along the streets. He set his knee upon the window-ledge, + climbed out, and drew the window to behind him.</p> + <p>The Princess-mother waited in the room with her hand upon her heart. She waited, + it seemed to her, for an eternity. Then she heard the sound of a heavy fall, and the + clang of a musket against the wall of the villa. But she heard no cry. She ran to the + window and looked out. But strain her eyes as she might, she could distinguish + nothing in that blinding storm. She could not see the sentinel; nor was this strange, + for the sentinel lay senseless on the snow against the house-wall, and Mr. Wogan was + already running down the avenue.</p> + <p>Under the fourth tree he found Clementina; she took his arm, and they set off + together, wrestling with the wind, wading through the snow. It seemed to Clementina + that her companion was possessed by some new fear. He said no single word to her; he + dragged her with a fierce grip upon her wrist; if she stumbled, he jerked her roughly + to her feet. She set her teeth and kept pace with him. Only once did she speak. They + had come to a depression in the road where the melted snow had made a wide pool. + Wogan leaped across it and said,—</p> + <p>"Give me your hand! There's a white stone midway where you can set your foot."</p> + <p>The Princess stepped as he bade her. The stone yielded beneath her tread and she + stood ankle-deep in the water. Wogan sprang to her side and lifted her out. She had + uttered no cry, and now she only <a name="page201" id="page201"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 201]</span> laughed as she stood shivering on the further edge. + It was that low musical, good-humoured laugh to which Wogan had never listened + without a thrill of gladness, but it waked no response in him now.</p> + <p>"You told me of a white stone on which I might safely set my foot," she said. + "Well, sir, your white stone was straw."</p> + <p>They were both to remember these words afterwards and to make of them a parable, + but it seemed that Wogan barely heard them now. "Come!" he said, and taking her arm + he set off running again.</p> + <p>Clementina understood that something inopportune, something terrible, had happened + since she had left the villa. She asked no questions; she trusted herself without + reserve to these true friends who had striven at such risks for her, she desired to + prove to them that she was what they would have her be,—a girl who did not + pester them with inconvenient chatter, but who could keep silence when silence was + helpful, and face hardships with a buoyant heart.</p> + <p>They crossed the bridge and stopped before a pair of high folding doors. They were + the doors of the tavern. Wogan drew a breath of relief, pulled the bobbin, and pushed + the doors open. Clementina slipped through, and in darkness she took a step forward + and bruised herself against the wheels of a carriage. Wogan closed the door and ran + to her side.</p> + <p>"This way," said he, and held out his hand. He guided Clementina round the + carriage to a steep <a name="page202" id="page202"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 202]</span> narrow stairway—it was more a ladder than a stair—fixed + against the inner wall. At the top of this stairway shone a horizontal line of yellow + light. Wogan led the Princess up the stairs. The line of light shone out beneath a + door. Wogan opened the door and stood aside. Clementina passed into a small bare room + lighted by a single candle, where Mrs. Misset, Gaydon, and O'Toole waited for her + coming. Not a word was said; but their eyes spoke their admiration of the woman, + their knees expressed their homage to the Queen. There was a fire blazing on the + hearth, Mrs. Misset had a dry change of clothes ready and warm. Wogan laid the + Princess's bundle on a chair, and with Gaydon and O'Toole went down the stairs.</p> + <p>"The horses?" he asked.</p> + <p>"I have ordered them," said Gaydon, "at the post-house. I will fetch them;" and he + hurried off upon his errand.</p> + <p>Wogan turned to O'Toole.</p> + <p>"And the bill?"</p> + <p>"I have paid it."</p> + <p>"There is no one awake in the house?"</p> + <p>"No one but the landlady."</p> + <p>"Good! Can you keep her engaged until we are ready?"</p> + <p>"To be sure I can. She shall never give a thought to any man of you but + myself."</p> + <p>O'Toole passed through a door at the bottom of the staircase into the common-room + of the inn. Wogan gently opened the big doors and dragged <a name="page203" + id="page203"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 203]</span> the carriage out into the + road. Gaydon with the horses galloped silently up through the snow, and together the + two men feverishly harnessed them to the carriage. There were six for the carriage, + and a seventh for O'Toole to ride. The expedition which Wogan and Gaydon showed was + matched by the Princess. For while they were fastening the last buckles, the door at + the top of the stairs opened, and again that night Clementina whispered,—</p> + <p>"I am ready."</p> + <p>"Come!" replied Wogan. She wore a scarlet cloak upon her shoulders, and muffling + it about her head she ran down with Mrs. Misset. Wogan opened the lower door of the + inn and called for O'Toole. O'Toole came running out before Wogan had ended his + words, and sprang into his saddle. Gaydon was already on the box with the reins + gathered in his hand. Wogan had the carriage door open before Clementina had reached + the foot of the stairs; it was shut upon her and her companion almost before they + were aware they were within it; the carriage started almost before the door was shut. + Yet when it did start, Wogan was beside Gaydon upon the box. Their movements, indeed, + occurred with so exact a rapidity, that though the hostess at once followed O'Toole + to bid her guests farewell, when she reached the big doors she saw only the back of + the carriage lurching through the ruts of snow.</p> + <p>"Quick!" cried Wogan; "we have lost too much time."</p> + <a name="page204" id="page204"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 204]</span> + <p>"A bare twenty minutes," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"A good twelve hours," said Wogan.</p> + <p>Gaydon lashed the horses into a gallop, the horses strained at their collars, the + carriage raced out of the town and up the slopes of the Brenner. The princess + Clementina had been rescued from her prison.</p> + <p>"But we must keep her free!" cried Wogan, as he blew through his gloves upon his + frozen fingers. "Faster! Faster!"</p> + <p>The incline was steep, the snow clogged the wheels, the horses sank deep in it. + Gaydon might ply his whip as he would, the carriage might lurch and leap from side to + side; the pace was all too slow for Wogan.</p> + <p>"We have lost twelve hours," he cried. "Oh, would to God we were come to Italy!" + And turning backwards he strained his eyes down through the darkness and snow to the + hidden roofs of Innspruck, almost fearing to see the windows from one end of the town + to the other leap to a blaze of light, and to hear a roar of many voices warn him + that the escape was discovered. But the only cry that he heard came from the lips of + Mrs. Misset, who put her head from the carriage and bade him stop.</p> + <p>Gaydon brought the horses to a standstill three miles out of Innspruck.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page205" id="page205"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 205]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> + <p>Wogan jumped down from his box and ran to the carriage-door.</p> + <p>"Her Highness is ill?" he cried in suspense.</p> + <p>"Not the least bit in the world," returned Clementina, whose voice for once in a + way jarred upon Wogan's ears. Nothing short of a positive sickness could justify the + delay.</p> + <p>"What is it, then?" he asked curtly, almost roughly, of Mrs. Misset.</p> + <p>"You carried a packet for her Highness. It is left behind at the tavern."</p> + <p>Wogan stamped impatiently on the ground.</p> + <p>"And for this, for a petticoat or two, you hinder us," he cried in a heat. + "There's no petticoat in the world, though it were so stiff with gold that it stood + on end of itself, that's worth a single second of the next forty-eight hours."</p> + <p>"But it contains her Highness's jewels."</p> + <p>Wogan's impatience became an exasperation. Were all women at heart, then, no + better than Indian squaws? A string of beads outweighed the sacrifices of friends and + the chance of a crown! There was a blemish in his idol, since at all costs she must + glitter. Wogan, however, was the master here.</p> + <a name="page206" id="page206"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 206]</span> + <p>"Her Highness must lose her jewels," he said roughly, and was turning away when + her Highness herself spoke.</p> + <p>"You are unjust, my friend," she said. "I would lose them very willingly, were + there a chance no one else would discover them. But there's no chance. The woman of + the tavern will find the bundle, will open it; very likely she has done so already. + We shall have all Innspruck on our heels in half an hour;" and for the first time + that night Wogan heard her voice break, and grieved to know that the tears were + running down her cheeks. He called to O'Toole,—</p> + <p>"Ride back to the tavern! Bring the packet without fail!"</p> + <p>O'Toole galloped off, and Gaydon drove the carriage to the side of the road. There + was nothing to do but to wait, and they waited in silence, counting up the chances. + There could be no doubt that the landlady, if once she discovered the jewels hidden + away in a common packet of clothing, must suspect the travellers who had left them + behind. She would be terrified by their value; she would be afraid to retain them + lest harm should come to her; and all Innspruck would be upon the fugitives' heels. + They waited for half an hour,—thirty minutes of gloom and despair. Clementina + wept over this new danger which her comrades ran; Mrs. Misset wept for that her + negligence was to blame; Gaydon sat on the box in the falling snow with his arms + crossed upon his breast, and felt his head already <a name="page207" + id="page207"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 207]</span> loose upon his shoulders. The + only one of the party who had any comfort of that half-hour was Wogan. For he had + been wrong,—the chosen woman had no wish to glitter at all costs, though, to be + sure, she could not help glittering with the refulgence of her great merits. His idol + had no blemish. Wogan paced up and down the road, while he listened for O'Toole's + return, and that thought cheated the time for him. At last he heard very faintly the + sound of galloping hoofs below him on the road. He ran back to Gaydon.</p> + <p>"It might be a courier to arrest us. If I shout, drive fast as you can to + Nazareth, and from Nazareth to Italy."</p> + <p>He hurried down the road and was hailed by O'Toole.</p> + <p>"I have it," said he. Wogan turned and ran by O'Toole's stirrup to the + carriage.</p> + <p>"The landlady has a good conscience and sleeps well," said O'Toole. "I found the + house dark and the doors shut. They were only secured, however, by a wooden beam + dropped into a couple of sockets on the inside."</p> + <p>"But how did you open them?" asked Clementina.</p> + <p>"Your Highness, I have, after all, a pair of arms," said O'Toole. "I just pressed + on the doors till—"</p> + <p>"Till the sockets gave?"</p> + <p>"No, till the beam broke," said he, and Clementina laughed.</p> + <a name="page208" id="page208"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 208]</span> + <p>"That's my six foot four!" said she. O'Toole did not understand. But he smiled + with great condescension and dignity, and continued his story.</p> + <p>"I groped my way up the stairs into the room and found the bundle untouched in the + corner."</p> + <p>He handed it to the Princess; Wogan sprang again onto the box, and Gaydon whipped + up the horses. They reached the first posting stage at two, the second at four, the + third at six, and at each they wasted no time. All that night their horses strained + up the mountain road amid the whirling sleet. At times the wind roaring down a gorge + would set the carriage rocking; at times they stuck fast in drifts; and Wogan and + Gaydon must leap from the box and plunging waist-deep in the snow, must drag at the + horses and push at the wheels. The pace was too slow; Wogan seemed to hear on every + gust of wind the sound of a galloping company.</p> + <p>"We have lost twelve hours, more than twelve hours now," he repeated and repeated + to Gaydon. All the way to Ala they would still be in the Emperor's territory. It + needed only a single courier to gallop past them, and at either Roveredo or Trent + they would infallibly be taken. Wogan fingered his pistols, straining his eyes + backwards down the road.</p> + <p>At daybreak the snow stopped; the carriage rolled on high among the mountains + under a grey sky; and here and there, at a wind of the road, Wogan caught a glimpse + of the towers and chimney-tops of Innspruck, or had within his view a stretch of the + <a name="page209" id="page209"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 209]</span> slope they + had climbed. But there was never a black speck visible upon the white of the snow; as + yet no courier was overtaking them, as yet Innspruck did not know its captive had + escaped. At eight o'clock in the morning they came to Nazareth, and found their own + berlin ready harnessed at the post-house door, the postillion already in his saddle, + and Misset waiting with an uncovered head.</p> + <p>"Her Highness will breakfast here, no doubt?" said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"Misset will have seen to it," cried Wogan, "that the berlin is furnished. We can + breakfast as we go."</p> + <p>They waited no more than ten minutes at Nazareth. The order of travelling was now + changed. Wogan and Gaydon now travelled in the berlin with Mrs. Misset and + Clementina. Gaydon, being the oldest of the party, figured as the Count of Cernes, + Mrs. Misset as his wife, Clementina as his niece, and Wogan as a friend of the + family. O'Toole and Misset rode beside the carriage in the guise of servants. Thus + they started from Nazareth, and had journeyed perhaps a mile when without so much as + a moan Clementina swooned and fell forward into Wogan's arms. Mrs. Misset uttered a + cry; Wogan clasped the Princess to his breast. Her head fell back across his arm, + pale as death; her eyes were closed; her bosom, strained against his, neither rose + nor fell.</p> + <p>"She has fasted all Lent," he said in a broken voice. "She has eaten nothing since + we left Innspruck."</p> + <a name="page210" id="page210"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 210]</span> + <p>Mrs. Misset burst into tears; she caught Clementina's hand and clasped it; she had + no eyes but for her. With Gaydon it was different. Wogan was holding the Princess in + a clasp too loverlike, though, to be sure, it was none of his business.</p> + <p>"We must stop the carriage," he said.</p> + <p>"No," cried Wogan, desperately; "that we must not do;" and he caught her still + closer to him. He had a fear that she was dying. Even so, she should not be + recaptured. Though she were dead, he would still carry her dead body into Bologna and + lay it white and still before his King. Europe from London to the Bosphorus should + know the truth of her and ring with the wonder of her, though she were dead. O'Toole, + attracted by the noise of Mrs. Misset's lamentations, bent down over his horse's neck + and looked into the carriage.</p> + <p>"Her Highness is dead!" he cried.</p> + <p>"Drive on," replied Wogan, through his clenched teeth.</p> + <p>Upon the other side of the carriage, Misset shouted through the window, "There is + a spring by the roadside."</p> + <p>"Drive on," said Wogan.</p> + <p>Gaydon touched him on the arm.</p> + <p>"You will stifle her, man."</p> + <p>Wogan woke to a comprehension of his attitude, and placed Clementina back on her + seat. Mrs. Misset by good fortune had a small bottle of Carmelite water in her + pocket; she held it to the Princess's nostrils, who in a little opened her eyes and + saw her <a name="page211" id="page211"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 211]</span> + companions in tears about her, imploring her to wake.</p> + <p>"It is nothing," she said. "Take courage, my poor marmosets;" and with a smile she + added, "There's my six feet four with the tears in his eyes. Did ever a woman have + such friends?"</p> + <p>The sun came out in the sky as she spoke. They had topped the pass and were now + driving down towards Italy. There was snow about them still on the mountain-sides and + deep in drifts upon the roads. The air was musical with the sound of innumerable + freshets: they could be seen leaping and sparkling in the sunlight; the valleys below + were green with the young green of spring, and the winds were tempered with the + warmth of Italy. A like change came upon the fugitives. They laughed, where before + they had wept; from under the seat they pulled out chickens which Misset had cooked + with his own hands at Nazareth, bottles of the wine of St. Laurent, and bread; and + Wogan allowed a halt long enough to get water from a spring by the roadside.</p> + <p>"There is no salt," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"Indeed there is," replied Misset, indignant at the aspersion on his catering. "I + have it in my tobacco-box." He took his tobacco-box from his pocket and passed it + into the carriage. Clementina made sandwiches and passed them out to the horsemen. + The chickens turned out to be old cocks, impervious to the soundest tooth. No one + minded except Misset, who had brought them. The jolts of the carriage became matter + for a jest. They picnicked <a name="page212" id="page212"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 212]</span> with the merriment of children, and finally O'Toole, + to show his contempt for the Emperor, fired off both his loaded pistols in the + air.</p> + <p>At that Wogan's anxiety returned. He blazed up into anger. He thrust his head from + the window.</p> + <p>"Is this your respect for her Highness?" he cried. "Is this your + consideration?"</p> + <p>"Nay," interposed Clementina, "you shall not chide my six feet four."</p> + <p>"But he is mad, your Highness. I don't say but what a trifle of madness is salt to + a man; but O'Toole's clean daft to be firing his pistols off to let the whole world + know who we are. Here are we not six stages from Innspruck, and already we have lost + twelve hours."</p> + <p>"When?"</p> + <p>"Last night, before we left Innspruck, between the time when you escaped from the + villa and when I joined you in the avenue. I climbed out of the window to descend as + I had entered, but the sentinel had returned. I waited on the window-ledge crouched + against the wall until he should show me his back. After five minutes or so he did. + He stamped on the snow and marched up the lane. I let myself down and hung by my + hands, but he turned on his beat before I could drop. He marched back; I clung to the + ledge, thinking that in the darkness he would pass on beneath me and never notice. He + did not notice; but my fingers were frozen and numbed with the cold. I felt them + slipping; I could cling no longer, and I fell. Luckily I fell just as he <a + name="page213" id="page213"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 213]</span> passed beneath + me; I dropped feet foremost upon his shoulders, and he went down without a cry. I + left him lying stunned there on the snow; but he will be found, or he will recover. + Either way our escape will be discovered, and no later than this morning. Nay, it + must already have been discovered. Already Innspruck's bells are ringing the alarm; + already the pursuit is begun—" and he leaned his head from the window and + cried, "Faster! faster!" O'Toole, for his part, shouted, "Trinkgeldt!" It was the + only word of German which he knew. "But," said he, "there was a Saracen lady I + learned about at school who travelled over Europe and found her lover in an alehouse + in London, with no word but his name to help her over the road. Sure, it would be a + strange thing if I couldn't travel all over Germany with the help of + 'Trinkgeldt.'"</p> + <p>The word certainly had its efficacy with the postillion. "Trinkgeldt!" cried + O'Toole, and the berlin rocked and lurched and leaped down the pass. The snow was now + less deep, the drifts fewer. The road wound along a mountain-side: at one window rose + the rock; from the other the travellers looked down hundreds of feet to the bed of + the valley and the boiling torrent of the Adige. It was a mere narrow ribbon of a + road made by the Romans, without a thought for the convenience of travellers in a + later day; and as the carriage turned a corner, O'Toole, mounted on his horse, saw + ahead a heavy cart crawling up towards them. The carter saw the <a name="page214" + id="page214"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 214]</span> berlin thundering down towards + him behind its four maddened horses, and he drew his cart to the inside of the road + against the rock. The postillion tugged at his reins; he had not sufficient interval + of space to check his team; he threw a despairing glance at O'Toole. It seemed + impossible the berlin could pass. There was no use to cry out; O'Toole fell behind + the carriage with his mind made up. He looked down the precipice; he saw in his + imagination the huge carriage with its tangled, struggling horses falling sheer into + the foam of the river. He could not ride back to Bologna with that story to tell; he + and his horse must take the same quick, steep road.</p> + <p>The postillion drove so close to the cart that he touched it as he passed. "We are + lost!" he shouted in an agony; and O'Toole saw the hind wheel of the berlin slip off + the road and revolve for the fraction of a second in the air. He was already putting + his horse at the precipice as though it was a ditch to be jumped, when the berlin + made, to his astonished eyes, an effort to recover its balance like a live thing. It + seemed to spring sideways from the brink of the precipice. It not only seemed, it did + spring; and O'Toole, drawing rein, in the great revulsion of his feelings, saw, as he + rocked unsteadily in his saddle, the carriage tearing safe and unhurt down the very + centre of the road.</p> + <p>O'Toole set his spurs to his horse and galloped after it. The postillion looked + back and laughed.</p> + <p>"Trinkgeldt!" he cried.</p> + <a name="page215" id="page215"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 215]</span> + <p>O'Toole swore loudly, and getting level beat him with his whip. Wogan's head + popped out of the window.</p> + <p>"Silence!" said he in a rage. "Mademoiselle is asleep;" and then seeing O'Toole's + white and disordered face he asked, "What is it?" No one in the coach had had a + suspicion of their danger. But O'Toole still saw before his eyes that wheel slip over + the precipice and revolve in air, he still felt his horse beneath him quiver and + refuse this leap into air. In broken tones he gasped out his story to Wogan, and as + he spoke the Princess stirred.</p> + <p>"Hush!" said Wogan; "she need not know. Ride behind, O'Toole! Your blue eyes are + green with terror. Your face will tell the story, if once she sees it."</p> + <p>O'Toole fell back again behind the carriage, and at four that afternoon they + stopped before the post-house at Brixen. They had crossed the Brenner in a storm of + snow and howling winds; they had travelled ten leagues from Innspruck. Wogan called a + halt of half an hour. The Princess had eaten barely a mouthful since her supper of + the night before. Wogan forced her to alight, forced her to eat a couple of eggs, and + to drink a glass of wine. Before the half-hour had passed, she was anxious to start + again.</p> + <p>From Brixen the road was easier; and either from the smoothness of the travelling + or through some partial relief from his anxieties, Wogan, who had kept awake so long, + suddenly fell fast asleep, <a name="page216" id="page216"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 216]</span> and when he woke up again the night was come. He woke + up without a start or even a movement, as was his habit, and sat silently and + bitterly reproaching himself for that he had yielded to fatigue. It was pitch-dark + within the carriage; he stared through the window and saw dimly the moving + mountain-side, and here and there a clump of trees rush past. The steady breathing of + Gaydon, on his left, and of Mrs. Misset in the corner opposite to Gaydon, showed that + those two guardians slept as well. His reproaches became more bitter and then + suddenly ceased, for over against him in the darkness a young, fresh voice was + singing very sweetly and very low. It was the Princess Clementina, and she sang to + herself, thinking all three of her companions were asleep. Wogan had not caught the + sound at first above the clatter of the wheels, and even now that he listened it came + intermittently to his ears. He heard enough, however, to know and to rejoice that + there was no melancholy in the music. The song had the clear bright thrill of the + blackbird's note in June. Wogan listened, entranced. He would have given worlds to + have written the song with which Clementina solaced herself in the darkness, to have + composed the melody on which her voice rose and sank.</p> + <p>The carriage drew up at an inn; the horses were changed; the flight was resumed. + Wogan had not moved during this delay, neither had Misset nor O'Toole come to the + door. But an ostler had flashed a lantern into the berlin, and for a second <a + name="page217" id="page217"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 217]</span> the light had + fallen upon Wogan's face and open eyes. Clementina, however, did not cease; she sang + on until the lights had been left behind and the darkness was about them. Then she + stopped and said,—</p> + <p>"How long is it since you woke?"</p> + <p>Wogan was taken by surprise.</p> + <p>"I should never have slept at all," stammered he. "I promised myself that. Not a + wink of sleep betwixt Innspruck and Italy; and here was I fast as a log this side of + Trent. I think our postillion sleeps too;" and letting down the window he quietly + called Misset.</p> + <p>"We have fresh relays," said he, "and we travel at a snail's-pace."</p> + <p>"The relays are only fresh to us," returned Misset. "We can go no faster. There is + someone ahead with three stages' start of us,—someone of importance, it would + seem, and who travels with a retinue, for he takes all the horses at each stage."</p> + <p>Wogan thrust his head out of the window. There was no doubt of it; the horses + lagged. In this hurried flight the most trifling hindrance was a monumental danger, + and this was no trifling hindrance. For the hue and cry was most certainly raised + behind them; the pursuit from Innspruck had begun twelve hours since, on the most + favourable reckoning. At any moment they might hear the jingle of a horse's harness + on the road behind. And now here was a man with a great retinue blocking their way in + front.</p> + <a name="page218" id="page218"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 218]</span> + <p>"We can do no more, but make a fight of it in the end," said he. "They may be few + who follow us. But who is he ahead?"</p> + <p>Misset did not know.</p> + <p>"I can tell you," said Clementina, with a slight hesitation. "It is the Prince of + Baden, and he travels to Italy."</p> + <p>Wogan remembered a certain letter which his King had written to him from Rome; and + the hesitation in the girl's voice told him the rest of the story. Wogan would have + given much to have had his fingers about the scruff of that pompous gentleman's neck + with the precipice handy at his feet. It was intolerable that the fellow should + pester the Princess in prison and hinder her flight when she had escaped from it.</p> + <p>"Well, we can do no more," said he, and he drew up the window. Neither Gaydon nor + Mrs. Misset were awakened; Clementina and Wogan were alone in the darkness.</p> + <p>She leaned forward to him and said in a low voice,—</p> + <p>"Tell me of the King. I shall make mistakes in this new world. Will he have + patience with me while I learn?"</p> + <p>She had spoken upon the same strain in the darkness of the staircase only the + night before. Wogan gently laughed her fears aside.</p> + <p>"I will tell you the truest thing about the King. He needs you at his side. For + all his friends, he is at heart a lonely man, throned upon sorrows. I dare <a + name="page219" id="page219"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 219]</span> to tell you + that, knowing you. He needs not a mere wife, but a mate, a helpmate, to strive with + him, her hand in his. Every man needs the helpmate, as I read the world. For it + cannot but be that a man falls below himself when he comes home always to an empty + room."</p> + <p>The Princess was silent. Wogan hoped that he had reassured her. But her thoughts + were now turned from herself. She leaned yet further forward with her elbows upon her + knees, and in a yet lower voice she asked a question which fairly startled him.</p> + <p>"Does she not love you?"</p> + <p>Wogan, indeed, had spoken unconsciously, with a deep note of sadness in his voice, + which had sounded all the more strange and sad to her from its contrast with the + quick, cheerful, vigorous tones she had come to think the mark of him. He had spoken + as though he looked forward with a poignant regret through a weary span of days, and + saw himself always in youth and middle years and age coming home always to an empty + room. Therefore she put her question, and Wogan was taken off his guard.</p> + <p>"There is no one," he said in a flurry.</p> + <p>Clementina shook her head.</p> + <p>"I wish that I may hear the King speak so, and in that voice; I shall be very sure + he loves me," she said in a musing voice, and so changing almost to a note of + raillery. "Tell me her name!" she pleaded. "What is amiss with her that she is not + thankful for a true man's love like yours? Is she haughty? I'll <a name="page220" + id="page220"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 220]</span> bring her on her knees to you. + Does she think her birth sets her too high in the world? I'll show her so much + contempt, you so much courtesy, that she shall fall from her arrogance and dote upon + your steps. Perhaps she is too sure of your devotion? Why, then, I'll make her + jealous!"</p> + <p>Wogan interrupted her, and the agitation of his voice put an end to her raillery. + Somehow she had wounded him who had done so much for her.</p> + <p>"Madam, I beg you to believe me, there is no one;" and casting about for a sure + argument to dispel her conjectures, he said on an impulse, "Listen; I will make your + Highness a confidence." He stopped, to make sure that Gaydon and Mrs. Misset were + still asleep. Then he laughed uneasily like a man that is half-ashamed and + resumed,—"I am lord and king of a city of dreams. Here's the opening of a fairy + tale, you will say. But when I am asleep my city's very real; and even now that I am + awake I could draw you a map of it, though I could not name its streets. That's my + town's one blemish. Its streets are nameless. It has taken a long while in the + building, ever since my boyhood; and indeed the work's not finished yet, nor do I + think it ever will be finished till I die, since my brain's its architect. When I was + asleep but now, I discovered a new villa, and an avenue of trees, and a tavern with + red blinds which I had never remarked before. At the first there was nothing but a + queer white house of which the original has fallen to ruins at Rathcoffey in Ireland. + This house <a name="page221" id="page221"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 221]</span> + stood alone in a wide flat emerald plain that stretched like an untravelled sea to a + circle of curving sky. There was room to build, you see, and when I left Rathcoffey + and became a wanderer, the building went on apace. There are dark lanes there from + Avignon between great frowning houses, narrow climbing streets from Meran, arcades + from Verona, and a park of many thickets and tall poplar-trees with a long silver + stretch of water. One day you will see that park from the windows of St. James. It + has a wall too, my city,—a round wall enclosing it within a perfect circle; and + from whatever quarter of the plain you come towards it, you only see this wall, + there's not so much as a chimney visible above it. Once you have crowded with the + caravans and traders through the gates,—for my town is busy,—you are at + once in the ringing streets. I think my architect in that took Aigues Mortes for his + model. Outside you have the flat, silent plain, across which the merchants creep in + long trailing lines, within the noise of markets, the tramp of horses' hoofs, the + talk of men and women, and, if you listen hard, the whispers, too, of lovers. Oh, my + city's populous! There are quiet alleys with windows opening onto them, where on + summer nights you may see a young girl's face with the moonlight on it like a glory, + and in the shadow of the wall beneath, the cloaked figure of a youth. Well, I have a + notion—" and then he broke off abruptly. "There's a black horse I own, my + favourite horse."</p> + <a name="page222" id="page222"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 222]</span> + <p>"You rode it the first time you came to Ohlau," said the Princess.</p> + <p>"Do you indeed remember that?" cried Wogan, with so much pleasure that Gaydon + stirred in his corner, and Clementina said, "Hush!"</p> + <p>Wogan waited in a suspense lest Gaydon should wake up, which, to be sure, would be + the most inconsiderate thing in the world. Gaydon, however, settled himself more + comfortably, and in a little his regular breathing might be heard again.</p> + <p>"Well," resumed Wogan, "I have a notion that the lady I shall marry will come + riding some sunrise on my black horse across the plain and into my city of dreams. + And she has not."</p> + <p>"Ah," said Clementina, "here's a subterfuge, my friend. The lady you shall marry, + you say. But tell me this! Has the lady you love ridden on your black horse into your + city of dreams?"</p> + <p>"No," said Wogan; "for there is no lady whom I love." There Wogan should have + ended, but he added rather sadly, "Nor is there like to be."</p> + <p>"Then I am sure," said Clementina.</p> + <p>"Sure that I speak truth?"</p> + <p>"No, sure that you mislead me. It is not kind; for here perhaps I might give you + some small token of my gratitude, would you but let me. Oh, it is no matter. I shall + find out who the lady is. You need not doubt it. I shall set my wits and eyes to + work. There shall be marriages when I am Queen. I will find out!"</p> + <a name="page223" id="page223"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 223]</span> + <p>Wogan's face was not visible in the darkness; but he spoke quickly and in a + startled voice,—</p> + <p>"That you must never do. Promise that you never will! Promise me that you will + never try;" and again Gaydon stirred in his corner.</p> + <p>Clementina made no answer to the passionate words. She did not promise, but she + drew a breath, and then from head to foot she shivered. Wogan dared not repeat his + plea for a promise, but he felt that though she had not given it, none the less she + would keep it. They sat for awhile silent. Then Clementina came back to her first + question.</p> + <p>"Tell me of the King," she said very softly. And as the carriage rolled down the + mountain valley through the night and its wheels struck flashes of fire from the + stones, Wogan drew a picture for her of the man she was to marry. It was a relief to + him to escape from the dangerous talk of the last hour, and he spoke fervently. The + poet in him had always been sensitive to the glamour of that wandering Prince; he had + his countrymen's instinctive devotion for a failing cause. This was no suitable + moment for dwelling upon the defects and weaknesses. Wogan told her the story of the + campaign in Scotland, of the year's residence in Avignon. He spoke most burningly. A + girl would no doubt like to hear of her love's achievements; and if James Stuart had + not so many to his name as a man could wish, that was merely because chance had + served him ill. So a fair tale was told, not to be <a name="page224" + id="page224"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 224]</span> found in any history book, of + a night attack in Scotland and how the Chevalier de St. George, surprised and already + to all purposes a prisoner, forced a way alone through nine grenadiers with loaded + muskets and escaped over the roof-tops. It was a good breathless story as he told it, + and he had just come to an end of it when the carriage drove through the village of + Wellishmile and stopped at the posting-house. Wogan opened the door and shook Gaydon + by the shoulder.</p> + <p>"Let us try if we can get stronger horses here," said he, and he got out. Gaydon + woke up with surprising alacrity.</p> + <p>"I must have fallen asleep," said he. "I beseech your Highness's forgiveness; I + have slept this long while." It was no business of his if Wogan chose to attribute + his own escape from Newgate as an exploit of the King's. The story was a familiar one + at Bologna, whither they were hurrying; it was sufficiently known that Charles Wogan + was its hero. All this was Wogan's business, not Gaydon's. Nor had Gaydon anything to + do with any city of dreams or with any lady that might ride into it, or with any + black horse that chanced to carry her. Poets no doubt talked that way. It was their + business. Gaydon was not sorry that he had slept so heartily through those last + stages. He got down from the carriage and met Wogan coming from the inn with a face + of dismay.</p> + <p>"We are stopped here. There is no help for it. We have gained on the Prince of + Baden, who is no <a name="page225" id="page225"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 225]</span> more than two stages ahead. The relays which carried him from here to the + next stage have only this instant come back. They are too tired to move. So we must + stay until they are refreshed. And we are still three posts this side of Trent!" he + cried. "I would not mind were Trent behind us. But there's no help for it. I have + hired a room where the Countess and her niece can sleep until such time as we can + start."</p> + <p>Clementina and Mrs. Misset descended and supped in company with Gaydon and Wogan, + while Misset and O'Toole waited upon them as servants. It was a silent sort of + supper, very different from the meal they had made that morning. For though the fare + was better, it lacked the exhilaration. This delay weighed heavily upon them all. For + the country was now for a sure thing raised behind them, and if they had gained on + the Prince of Baden, their pursuers had no less certainly gained on them.</p> + <p>"Would we were t'other side of Trent!" exclaimed Wogan; and looking up he saw that + Clementina was watching him with a strange intentness. Her eyes were on him again + while they sat at supper; and when he led her to the door of her room and she gave + him her hand, she stood for a little while looking deep into his eyes. And though she + had much need of sleep, when she had got into the room and the door was closed behind + her, she remained staring at the logs of the fire.</p> + <p>For she knew his secret, and to her eyes he was now another man. Before, Wogan was + the untiring <a name="page226" id="page226"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 226]</span> + servant, the unflinching friend; now he was the man who loved her. The risks he had + run, his journeyings, his unswerving confidence in the result, his laborious days and + nights of preparation, and the swift execution,—love as well as service claimed + a share in these. He was changed for ever to her eyes; she knew his secret. There was + the cloud no bigger than a man's hand. For she must needs think over all that he had + said and done by the new light the secret shed. When did he first begin to care? Why? + She recalled his first visit long ago to Ohlau, when he rode across the park on his + black horse charged with his momentous errand. She had been standing, she remembered, + before the blazing log-fire in the great stone hall, much as she was standing now. + Great changes had come since then. She was James Stuart's chosen wife—and this + man loved her. He had no hope of any reward; he desired even that she should not + know. She should no doubt have been properly sorry and compassionate, but she was a + girl simple and frank. To be loved by a man who could so endure and strive and ask no + guerdon,—that lifted her. She thought the more worthily of herself because he + loved her. She was raised thereby. She could not be sorry; her blood pulsed, her + heart sang, the starry eyes shone with a brighter light. He loved her. She knew his + secret. A little clock chimed the hour upon the mantel-shelf, and lifting her eyes + she saw that just twenty-four hours had passed since she had driven out of Innspruck + up the Brenner.</p> + <a name="page227" id="page227"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 227]</span> + <p>As she got into bed a horse galloped up to the inn and stopped. She remembered + that she had not ridden on his black horse out of the sunrise across the plain. He + loved her, and since he loved her, surely—She fell asleep puzzled and wondering + why. She was waked up some two hours afterwards by a rapping on the door, and she + grew hot and she recognised Wogan's voice cautiously whispering to her to rise with + all speed. For in her dreams from which she had wakened, she had ridden across the + flat green plain into the round city of dreams.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page228" id="page228"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 228]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> + <p>When the horse galloped up to the door, the Princess turned on her side and went + to sleep. In the common-room below Gaydon and Wogan were smoking a pipe of tobacco + over the fire. Both men rose on the instant; Wogan stealthily opened the door an inch + or so and looked down the passage. Gaydon raised a corner of the blind and peered + through the window. The two remaining members of the party, Misset and O'Toole, who + as lackeys had served the supper of the Princess, were now eating their own. When the + Princess turned over on her side, and Wogan stepped on tiptoe to the door and Gaydon + peeped through the window, Misset laid down his knife and fork, and drawing a flask + from his pocket emptied its contents into an earthenware water-jug which stood upon + the table. O'Toole, for his part, simply continued to eat.</p> + <p>"He is getting off his horse," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"Has he ridden hard, do you think?" asked Misset.</p> + <p>"He looks in a mighty ill-humour."</p> + <p>O'Toole looked up from his plate, and became gradually aware that something was + occurring. <a name="page229" id="page229"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 229]</span> + Before he could speak, however, Gaydon dropped the blind.</p> + <p>"He is coming in. It will never do for him to find the four of us together. He may + not be the courier from Innspruck; on the other hand, he may, and seeing the four of + us he will ask questions of the landlord. Seeing no more than two, he will very + likely ask none."</p> + <p>O'Toole began to understand. He understood, at all events, that for him there was + to be no more supper. If two were to make themselves scarce, he knew that he would be + one of the two.</p> + <p>"Very well," said he, heaving a sigh which made the glasses on the table dance, + and laying his napkin down he got up. To his surprise, however, he was bidden to + stay.</p> + <p>"Gaydon and I will go," said Wogan. "Jack will find out the fellow's + business."</p> + <p>Misset nodded his head, took up his knife and fork again. He leaned across the + table to O'Toole as the others stepped out of the room.</p> + <p>"You speak only French, Lucius. You come from Savoy." He had no time to say more, + for the new-comer stamped blustering down the passage and flung into the room. The + man, as Gaydon had remarked, was in a mighty ill-humour; his clothes and his face + were splashed with mud, and he seemed, moreover, in the last stage of exhaustion. For + though he bawled for the landlord it was in a weak, hoarse voice, which did not reach + beyond the door.</p> + <p>Misset looked at him with sympathy.</p> + <a name="page230" id="page230"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 230]</span> + <p>"You have no doubt come far," said he; "and the landlord's a laggard. Here's + something that may comfort you till he comes;" and he filled a glass half full with + red Tyrol wine from the bottle at his elbow.</p> + <p>The man thanked him and advanced to the table.</p> + <p>"It is a raw hot wine," continued Misset, "and goes better with water;" and he + filled up the glass from the water-jug. The courier reached out his hand for it.</p> + <p>"I am the thirstiest man in all Germany," said he, and he took a gulp of the wine + and immediately fell to spluttering.</p> + <p>"Save us," said he, "but this wine is devilishly strong."</p> + <p>"Try some more water," said Misset, and again he filled up the glass. The courier + drank it all in a single draught, and stood winking his eyes and shaking his + head.</p> + <p>"That warms a man," said he. "It does one good;" and again he called for the + landlord, and this time in a strange voice. The landlord still lagged, however, and + Misset did not doubt that Wogan had found a means to detain him. He filled up the + courier's glass again, half wine, half water. The courier sat heavily down in a + chair.</p> + <p>"I take the liberty, gentlemen," said he. "I am no better than a dung-heap to sit + beside gentlemen. But indeed I can stand no longer. Never have I stridden across such + vile slaughter-house cattle as they keep for travellers on the Brenner road. I <a + name="page231" id="page231"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 231]</span> have sprained + my legs with spurring 'em. Seven times," he cried with an oath,—"seven times + has a horse dropped under me to-day. There's not an inch of me unbruised, curse me if + there is! I'm a cake of mud."</p> + <p>Misset knew very well why the courier had suffered these falls. The horses he had + ridden had first been tired by the Prince of Baden, and then had the last spark of + fire flogged out of them by the Princess's postillions. He merely shrugged his + shoulders, however, and said, "That looks ill for us."</p> + <p>The courier gazed suddenly at Misset, then at O'Toole, with a dull sort of + suspicion in his eyes.</p> + <p>"And which way might you gentlemen be travelling?"</p> + <p>"To Innspruck; we're from Trent," said Misset, boldly.</p> + <p>The courier turned to O'Toole.</p> + <p>"And you too, sir?"</p> + <p>O'Toole turned a stolid, uncomprehending face upon the courier.</p> + <p>"Pour moi, monsieur, je suis Savoyard. Monsieur qui vous parle, c'est mon + compagnon de négoce."</p> + <p>The courier gazed with blank, heavy eyes at O'Toole. He had the appearance of a + man fuddled with drink. He heaved a sigh or two.</p> + <p>"Will you repeat that," he said at length, "and slowly?"</p> + <p>O'Toole repeated his remark, and the courier <a name="page232" + id="page232"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 232]</span> nodded at him. "That's very + strange," said he, solemnly, wagging his head. "I do not dispute its truth, but it is + most strange. I will tell my wife of it." He turned in his chair, and a twinge from + his bruises made him cry out. "I shall be as stiff as a mummy in the morning," he + exclaimed, and swore loudly at "the bandits" who had caused him this deplorable + journey. Misset and O'Toole exchanged a quick glance, and Misset pushed the glass + across the table. The courier took it, and his eyes lighted up.</p> + <p>"You have come from Trent," said he. "Did you pass a travelling carriage on the + road?"</p> + <p>"Yes," said Misset; "the Prince of Baden with a large following drove into Trent + as we came out."</p> + <p>"Yes, yes," said the courier. "But no second party behind the Prince?"</p> + <p>Misset shook his head; he made a pretence of consulting O'Toole in French, and + O'Toole shook his head.</p> + <p>"Then I shall have the robbers," cried the courier. "They are to be flayed alive, + and they deserve it," he shouted fiercely to Misset. "Gallows-birds!"</p> + <p>He dropped his head upon his arms and muttered "gallows-birds" again. It seemed + that he was falling asleep, but he suddenly sat up and beat on the table with his + fist.</p> + <p>"I have eaten nothing since the morning. Ah—gallows- birds—flayed + alive, and hanged—no, hanged and flayed alive—no, that's impossible." <a + name="page233" id="page233"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 233]</span> He drank off + the wine which Misset had poured out for him, and rose from his chair. "Where's the + landlord? I want supper. I want besides to speak to him;" and he staggered towards + the door.</p> + <p>"As for supper," said Misset, "we shall be glad if you will share ours. Travellers + should be friendly."</p> + <p>O'Toole caught the courier by the arm and with a polite speech in French drew him + again down into his chair. The courier stared at O'Toole and forgot all about the + landlord. He had eaten nothing all day, and the wine and the water-jug had gone to + his head. He put a long forefinger on O'Toole's knee.</p> + <p>"Say that again," said he, and O'Toole obeyed. A slow, fat smile spread all over + the courier's face.</p> + <p>"I'll tell my wife about it," said he. He tried to clap O'Toole on the back, and + missing him fell forward with his face on the table. The next minute he was snoring. + Misset walked round the table and deftly picked his pockets. There was a package in + one of them superscribed to "Prince Taxis, the Governor of Trent." Misset + deliberately broke the seal and read the contents. He handed the package to O'Toole, + who read it, and then flinging it upon the ground danced upon it. Misset went out of + the room and found Wogan and Gaydon keeping watch by Clementina's door. To them he + spoke in a whisper.</p> + <p>"The fellow brings letters from General Heister to the Governor of Trent to stop + us at all costs. <a name="page234" id="page234"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 234]</span> But his letters are destroyed, and he's lying dead-drunk on the + table."</p> + <p>The three men quickly concerted a plan. The Princess must be roused; a start must + be made at once; and O'Toole must be left behind to keep a watch upon the courier, + Wogan rapped at the door and waked Clementina; he sent Gaydon to the stables to bribe + the ostlers, and with Misset went down to inform O'Toole.</p> + <p>O'Toole, however, was sitting with his eyes closed and his head nodding, + surrounded by scraps of the letter which he had danced to pieces. Wogan shook him by + the shoulder, and he opened his eyes and smiled fatuously.</p> + <p>"He means to tell his wife," he said with a foolish gurgle of laughter. "He must + be an ass. I don't think if I had a wife I should tell her. Would you, Wogan, tell + your wife if you had one? Misset wouldn't tell his wife."</p> + <p>Misset interrupted him.</p> + <p>"What have you drank since I went out of the room?" he asked roughly. He took up + the water-jug and turned it topsy-turvy. It was quite empty.</p> + <p>"Only water," said O'Toole, dreamily, and he laughed again. "Now I wouldn't mind + telling my wife that," said he.</p> + <p>Misset let him go and turned with a gesture of despair to Wogan.</p> + <p>"I poured my flask out into the water-bottle. It was full of burnt Strasbourg + brandy, of double strength. It is as potent as opium. Neither of <a name="page235" + id="page235"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 235]</span> them will have his wits before + to-morrow. It will not help us to leave O'Toole to guard the courier."</p> + <p>"And we cannot take him," said Wogan. "There is the Princess to be thought of. We + must leave him, and we cannot leave him alone, for his neck's in danger,—more + than in danger if the courier wakes before him."</p> + <p>He picked up carefully the scraps of the letter and placed them in the middle of + the fire. They were hardly burnt before Gaydon came into the room with word that + horses were already being harnessed to the berlin. Wogan explained their + predicament.</p> + <p>"We must choose which of us three shall stay behind," said he.</p> + <p>"Which of us two," Misset corrected, pointing to Gaydon and himself. "When the + Princess drives into Bologna, Charles Wogan, who first had the high heart to dare + this exploit, the brain to plot, the hand to execute it,—Charles Wogan must + ride at her side, not Misset, not Gaydon. I take no man's honours." He shook Wogan by + the hand as he spoke, and he had spoken with an extraordinary warmth of admiration. + Gaydon could do no less than follow his companion's example, though there was a shade + of embarrassment in his manner of assenting. It was not that he had any envy of + Wogan, or any desire to rob him of a single tittle of his due credit. There was + nothing mean in Gaydon's nature, but here was a halving of Clementina's protectors, + and he could not stifle a suspicion <a name="page236" id="page236"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 236]</span> that the best man of the four to leave behind was + really Charles Wogan himself. Not a word, however, of this could he say, and so he + nodded his assent to Misset's proposal.</p> + <p>"It is I, then, who stay behind with O'Toole and the courier," he said. "Misset + has a wife; the lot evidently falls to me. We will make a shift somehow or another to + keep the fellow quiet till sundown to-morrow, which time should see you out of + danger." He unbuckled the sword from his waist and laid it on the table, and that + simple action somehow touched Wogan to the heart. He slipped his arm into Gaydon's + and said remorsefully,—</p> + <p>"Dick, I do hate to leave you, you and Lucius. I swept you into the peril, you + two, my friends, and now I leave you in the thick of it to find a way out for + yourselves. But there is no remedy, is there? I shall not rest until I see you both + again. Goodbye, Lucius." He looked at O'Toole sprawling with outstretched legs upon + his groaning chair. "My six feet four," said he, turning to Gaydon; "you must give me + the passport. Have a good care of him, Dick;" and he gripped O'Toole affectionately + by the arms for a second, and then taking the passport hurried from the room. Gaydon + had seldom seen Wogan so moved.</p> + <p>The berlin was brought round to the door; the Princess, rosy with sleep, stepped + into it; Wogan had brought with him a muff, and he slipped it over Clementina's feet + to keep her warm during the night; Misset took Gaydon's place, and the postillion <a + name="page237" id="page237"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 237]</span> cracked his + whip and set off towards Trent. Gaydon, sitting before the fire in the parlour, heard + the wheels grate upon the road; he had a vision of the berlin thundering through the + night with a trail of sparks from the wheels; and he wondered whether Misset was + asleep or merely leaning back with his eyes shut, and thus visiting incognito Woman's + fairy-land of dreams. However, Gaydon consoled himself with the reflection that it + was none of his business.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page238" id="page238"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 238]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> + <p>But Gaydon was out of his reckoning. There were no fairy tales told for Misset to + overhear, and the Princess Clementina slept in her corner of the carriage. If a jolt + upon a stone wakened her, a movement opposite told her that her sentinel was watchful + and alert. Three times the berlin stopped for a change of horses; and on each + occasion Wogan was out of the door and hurrying the ostlers before the wheels had + ceased to revolve.</p> + <p>"You should sleep, my friend," said she.</p> + <p>"Not till we reach Italy," he replied; and with the confidence of a child she + nestled warmly in her cloak again and closed her eyes. This feeling of security was a + new luxury to her after the months of anxiety and prison. The grey light of the + morning stole into the berlin and revealed to her the erect and tireless figure of + her saviour. The sun leaped down the mountain-peaks, and the grey of the light was + now a sparkling gold. Wogan bade her Highness look from the carriage window, and she + could not restrain a cry of delight. On her left, mountain-ridge rose behind + mountain-ridge, away to the towering limestone cliffs of Monte Scanupia; <a + name="page239" id="page239"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 239]</span> on her right, + the white peaks of the Orto d'Abram flashed to the sun; and between the hills the + broad valley of the Adige rolled southwards,—a summer country of villages and + vines, of mulberry-trees and fields of maize, in the midst of which rose the belfries + of an Italian town.</p> + <p>"This is Italy," she cried.</p> + <p>"But the Emperor's Italy," answered Wogan; and at half-past nine that morning the + carriage stopped in the public square of Trent. As Wogan stepped onto the ground, he + saw a cloud of dust at the opposite side of the square, and wrapped in that cloud men + on horseback like soldiers in the smoke of battle; he heard, too, the sound of + wheels. The Prince of Baden had that instant driven away, and he had taken every + procurable horse in the town. Wogan's own horses could go no further. He came back to + the door of the carriage.</p> + <p>"I must search through Trent," said he, "on the mere chance of finding what will + serve us. Your Highness must wait in the inn;" and Clementina, muffling her face, + said to him,—</p> + <p>"I dare not. My face is known in Trent, though this is the first time ever I saw + it. But many gentlemen from Trent came to the Innspruck carnival, and of these a good + number were kind enough to offer me their hearts. They were allowed to besiege me to + their content. I must needs remain in the shelter of the carriage."</p> + <p>Wogan left Misset to stand sentinel, and hurried off upon his business. He ran + from stable to stable, <a name="page240" id="page240"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 240]</span> from inn to inn. The Prince of Baden had hired thirty-six horses; six + more were nowhere to be found. Wogan would be content with four; he ended in a prayer + for two. At each house the door was shut in his face. Wogan was in despair; nowhere + could delay be so dangerous as at Trent, where there were soldiers, and a Governor + who would not hesitate to act without orders if he suspected the Princess Clementina + was escaping through his town. Two hours had passed in Wogan's vain search,—two + hours of daylight, during which Clementina had sat in an unharnessed carriage in the + market square. Wogan ran back to the square, half expecting to find that she had been + recognised and arrested. As he reached the square, he saw that curious people were + loitering about the carriage; as he pushed through them, he heard them questioning + why travellers should on so hot a morning of spring sit muffled up in a close, dark + carriage when they could take their ease beneath trees in the inn-garden. One man + laughed out at the Princess and the comical figure she made with her scarlet cloak + drawn tight about her face. Wogan himself had bought that cloak in Strasbourg to + guard his Princess from the cold of the Brenner, and guessed what discomfort its + ermine lining must now be costing her. And this lout dared to laugh and make her, + this incomparable woman, a butt for his ridicule! Wogan took a step towards the + fellow with his fists clenched, but thought the better of his impulse, and turning + away ran to the palace of Prince Taxis.</p> + <a name="page241" id="page241"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 241]</span> + <p>This desperate course alone remained to him; he must have speech with the + Prince-bishop himself. At the palace, however, he was informed that the Prince was in + bed with the gout. Mr. Wogan, however, insisted.</p> + <p>"You will present my duties to the Prince; you will show him my passport; you will + say that the Count of Cernes has business of the last importance in Italy, and begs + permission, since the Prince of Baden has hired every post-horse in the town, to + requisition half a dozen farm-horses from the fields."</p> + <p>Mr. Wogan kicked his heels in the courtyard while the message was taken. At any + moment some rumour of the curious spectacle in the square might be brought to the + palace and excite inquiry. There might be another courier in pursuit besides the man + whom Gaydon kept a prisoner. Wogan was devoured with a fever of impatience. It seemed + to him hours before the Prince's secretary returned to him. The secretary handed him + back his passport, and on the part of the Prince made a speech full of + civilities.</p> + <p>"Here's a great deal of jam, sir," said Wogan. "I misdoubt me but what there's a + most unpalatable pill hidden away in it."</p> + <p>"Indeed," said the secretary, "the Prince begs you to be content and to wait for + the post-horses to return."</p> + <p>"Ah, ah!" cried Wogan, "but that's the one thing I cannot do. I must speak + plainly, it appears." He drew the secretary out of ear-shot, and resumed: <a + name="page242" id="page242"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 242]</span> "My particular + business is to catch up the Prince of Baden. He is summoned back to Innspruck. Do you + understand?" he asked significantly.</p> + <p>"Sir, we are well informed in Trent as to the Emperor's wishes," said the + secretary, with a great deal of dignity.</p> + <p>"No, no, my friend," said Wogan. "It is not by the Emperor the Prince of Baden is + summoned, though I have no doubt the summons is much to his taste."</p> + <p>The secretary stepped back in surprise.</p> + <p>"By her Highness the Princess?" he exclaimed.</p> + <p>"She changes her mind; she is willing where before she was obdurate. To tell you + the truth, the Prince plied her too hard, and she would have none of him. Now that he + turns his back and puts the miles as fast as he can between himself and her, she + cannot sleep for want of him."</p> + <p>The secretary nodded his head sagaciously.</p> + <p>"Her Highness is a woman," said he, "and that explains all. But it will do her no + harm to suffer a little longer for her obstinacy, and, to tell you the truth, the + Prince Taxis is so tormented with the gout that—"</p> + <p>"That you are unwilling to approach him a second time," interrupted Wogan. "I have + no doubt of it. I have myself seen prelates in a most unprelatical mood. But here is + a case where needs must. I have not told you all. There is a devil of a fellow called + Charles Wogan."</p> + <p>The secretary nodded his head.</p> + <a name="page243" id="page243"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 243]</span> + <p>"A mad Irishman who has vowed to free her Highness."</p> + <p>"He has set out from Strasbourg with that aim."</p> + <p>"He will hang for it, then, but he will never rescue her;" and the secretary began + to laugh. "I cannot upon my honour vex the Prince again because a gallows-bird has + prated in his cups."</p> + <p>"No, no," said Wogan; "you do not follow me. Charles Wogan will come to the + gallows over this adventure. For my part, I would have him broken on the wheel and + tortured in many uncomfortable ways. These Irishmen all the world over are pestilent + fellows. But the trouble is this: If her Highness hears of his attempt, she is, as + you sagely discovered, a woman, a trivial, trifling thing. She will be absurd enough + to imagine her rescue possible; she will again change her mind, and it is precisely + that which General Heister fears. He would have her formally betrothed to the Prince + of Baden before Charles Wogan is caught and hanged sky-high. Therefore, since I was + pressing into Italy, he charged me with this message to the Prince of Baden. Now + observe this, if you please. Suppose that I do not overtake the Prince; suppose that + her Highness hears of Wogan's coming and again changes her mind,—who will be to + blame? Not I, for I have done my best, not Prince Taxis, for he is not informed, but + Prince Taxis's secretary."</p> + <p>The secretary yielded to Wogan's argument. He might be in a great fear of Prince + Taxis, but he was in a greater of the Emperor's wrath. He left Wogan <a + name="page244" id="page244"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 244]</span> again, and in a + little while came back with the written permission which Wogan desired. Wogan wasted + no time in unnecessary civilities; the morning had already been wasted. The clocks + were striking one as he hurried away from the palace, and before two the Princess + Clementina was able to throw back her cloak from about her face and take the air; for + the berlin was on the road from Trent to Roveredo.</p> + <p>"Those were the four worst hours since we left Innspruck," she said. "I thought I + should suffocate." The revulsion from despair, the knowledge that each beat of the + hoofs brought them nearer to safety, the glow of the sun upon a country which was + Italy in all but name, raised them all to the top of their spirits. Clementina was in + her gayest mood; she lavished caresses upon her "little woman," as she called Mrs. + Misset; she would have Wogan give her an account of his interview with Prince Taxis's + secretary; she laughed with the merriest enjoyment over his abuse of Charles + Wogan.</p> + <p>"But it was not myself alone whom I slandered," said he. "Your Highness had a + share of our abuse. Our heads wagged gravely over woman's inconstancies. It was not + in nature but you must change your mind. Indeed, your Highness would have + laughed."</p> + <p>But at all events her Highness did not laugh now. On the contrary, her eyes lost + all their merriment, and her blood rushed hotly into her cheeks. She became for that + afternoon a creature of moods, now talking quickly and perhaps a trifle wildly, <a + name="page245" id="page245"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 245]</span> now relapsing + into long silences. Wogan was troubled by a thought that the strain of her journey + was telling its tale even upon her vigorous youth. It may be that she noted his look + of anxiety, but she said to him abruptly and with a sort of rebellion,—</p> + <p>"You would despise any woman who had the temerity to change her mind."</p> + <p>"Nay; I do not say that."</p> + <p>"But it is merely politeness that restrains you. You would despise her, judging + her by men. When a man changes his mind, why, it is so, he changes his mind. But when + a girl does, it may well be that for the first time she is seriously exercising her + judgment. For her upbringing renders it natural that she should allow others to make + up her mind for her at the first."</p> + <p>"That I think is very true," said Wogan.</p> + <p>Clementina, however, was not satisfied with his assent. She attacked him again and + almost vindictively.</p> + <p>"You of course would never change your mind for any reason, once it was fixed. You + are resolute. You are quite, quite perfect."</p> + <p>Mr. Wogan could not imagine what he had done thus to provoke her irony.</p> + <p>"Madam," he pleaded, "I am not in truth so obstinate a fellow as you make me out. + I have often changed my mind. I take some pride in it on occasion."</p> + <p>Her Highness inclined to a greater graciousness.</p> + <p>"I am glad to know it. You shall give me <a name="page246" id="page246"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 246]</span> examples. One may have a stiff neck and yet no cause + for pride."</p> + <p>Wogan looked so woe-begone under this reproof that Clementina suddenly broke out + into a laugh, and so showed herself in a fresh and more familiar mood. The + good-humour continued; she sat opposite to Mr. Wogan; if she moved, her hand, her + knee, her foot, must needs touch his; she made him tell her stories of his campaigns; + and so the evening came upon them,—an evening of stars and mysterious quiet and + a clear, dark sky.</p> + <p>They passed Roveredo; they drew near to Ala, the last village in the Emperor's + territories. Five miles beyond Ala they would be on Venetian soil, and already they + saw the lights of the village twinkling like so many golden candles. But the berlin, + which had drawn them so stoutly over these rugged mountain-roads, failed them at the + last. One of the hind wheels jolted violently upon a great stone, there was a sudden + cracking of wood, and the carriage lurched over, throwing its occupants one against + the other.</p> + <p>Wogan disentangled himself, opened the door, and sprang out. He sprang out into a + pool of water. One glance at the carriage, dark though the night was, told him surely + what had happened. The axle-tree was broken. He saw that Clementina was about to + follow him.</p> + <p>"There is water," said he. "It is ankle-deep."</p> + <p>"And no white stone," she answered with a laugh, "whereon I can safely set my + foot?"</p> + <a name="page247" id="page247"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 247]</span> + <p>"No," said he, "but you can trust without fear to my arms;" and he reached them + out to her.</p> + <p>"Can I?" said she, in a curious voice; and when he had lifted her from the + carriage, she was aware that she could not. He lifted her daintily, like a piece of + porcelain; but to lift her was not enough, he must carry her. His arms tightened + about her waist, hers in spite of herself about his shoulders. He took a step or two + from the carriage, with the water washing over his boots, and the respectful support + of a servant became the warm grip of a man. He no longer held her daintily; he + clipped her close to him, straining her breasts against his chest; he was on fire + with her. She could not but know it; his arms shook, his bosom heaved; she felt the + quick hammering of his heart; and a murmur, an inarticulate murmur, of infinite + longing trembled from his throat. And something of his madness passed into her and + made a sweet tumult in her blood. He stopped still holding her; he felt her fingers + clasp tighter; he looked downwards into her face upturned to his. They were alone for + a moment, these two, alone in an uninhabited world. The broken carriage, the busy + fingers about it, the smoking horses, the lights of Ala twinkling in the valley, had + not even the substance of shadows. They simply were not, and they never had been. + There were just two people alive between the Poles,—not princess and servant, + but man and woman in the primitive relationship of rescuer and rescued; and they + stood in the dark of a translucent night of spring, with <a name="page248" + id="page248"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 248]</span> the stars throbbing above them + to the time of their passionate hearts, and the earth stretching about them rich as + black velvet. He looked down into her eyes as once in the night-time he had done + before; and again he marvelled at their steadiness and their mysterious depths. Her + eyes were fixed on his and did not flinch; her arms were close about his neck; he + bent his head towards her, and she said in a queer, toneless voice, low but as steady + as her eyes,—</p> + <p>"I know. Ah, but well I know. Last night I dreamed; I rode on your black horse + into your city of dreams;" and the moment of passion ended in farce. For Wogan, + startled by the words, set her down there and then into the pool. She stood over her + ankles in water. She uttered a little cry and shivered. Then she laughed and sprang + lightly onto dry soil, making much of her companion's awkwardness. Wogan joined in + the laughter, finding therein as she did a cover and a cloak.</p> + <p>"We must walk to Ala," said he.</p> + <p>"It is as well," said she. "There was a time when cavaliers laid their cloaks in + the mud to save a lady's shoe-sole."</p> + <p>"Madam," said Wogan, "the chivalry of to-day has the same intention."</p> + <p>"But in its effect," said she, "it is more rheumatical."</p> + <p>Wogan searched in the carriage and drew out a coil of rope which he slung across + his shoulders like a bandolier. Clementina laughed at him for his precautions, <a + name="page249" id="page249"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 249]</span> but Wogan was + very serious. "I would not part with it," said he. "I never travelled for four days + without being put to it for a piece of rope."</p> + <p>They left the postillion to make what he could of the berlin and walked forward in + the clear night to Ala. The shock of the tumble had alarmed Mrs. Misset; the fatigue + of the journey had strained her endurance to the utmost. She made no complaint, but + she could walk but slowly and with many rests by the way. It took a long while for + them to reach the village. They saw the lights diminish in the houses; the stars grew + pale; there came a hint of morning in the air. The laughter at Wogan's awkwardness + had long since died away, and they walked in silence.</p> + <p>Forty-eight hours had passed since the berlin left Innspruck. Twenty-four hours + ago Clementina knew Wogan's secret. Now he was aware that she knew it. They could not + look into each other's faces, but their eyes conversed of it. If they turned their + heads sharply away, that aversion of their gaze spoke no less clearly. There was a + link between them now, and a secret link, the sweeter on that account, + perhaps,—certainly the more dangerous. The cloud had grown much bigger than a + man's hand. Moreover, she had never seen James Stuart; she had his picture, it is + true, but the picture could not recall. It must create, not revivify his image to her + thoughts, and that it could not do; so that he remained a shadowy figure to her, a + mere number of <a name="page250" id="page250"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 250]</span> features, almost an abstraction. On the other hand the King's emissary + walked by her side, sat sleepless before her, had held her in his arms, had talked + with her, had risked his life for her; she knew him. What she knew of James Stuart, + she knew chiefly from the lips of this emissary. On this walk to Ala he spoke of his + master, and remorsefully in the highest praise. But she knew his secret, she knew + that he loved her, and therefore every remorseful, loyal word he spoke praised him + more than it praised his master. And it happened that just as they came to the + outskirts of the village, she dropped a handkerchief which hung loosely about her + neck. For a moment she did not remark her loss; when she did and turned, she saw that + her companion was rising from the ground on which no handkerchief longer lay, and + that he had his right hand in his breast. She turned again without a word, and walked + forward. But she knew that kerchief was against his heart, and the cloud still + grew.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page251" id="page251"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 251]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> + <p>They reached Ala towards two o'clock of the morning. The town had some reputation + in those days for its velvets and silks, and Wogan made no doubt that somewhere he + would procure a carriage to convey them the necessary five miles into Venetian + territory. The Prince of Baden was still ahead of them, however. The inn of "The + Golden Lion" had not a single horse fit for their use in its stables. Wogan, however, + obtained there a few likely addresses and set out alone upon his search. He returned + in a couple of hours with a little two-wheeled cart drawn by a pony, and sent word + within that he was ready. Clementina herself with her hood thrown back from her face + came out to him at the door. An oil lamp swung in the passage and lit up her face. + Wogan could see that the face was grave and anxious.</p> + <p>"Your Highness and Mrs. Misset can ride in the cart. It has no springs, to be + sure, and may shake to pieces like plaster. But if it carries you five miles, it will + serve. Misset and I can run by the side."</p> + <p>"But Lucy Misset must not go," said Clementina. "She is ill, and no wonder. She + must not take <a name="page252" id="page252"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 252]</span> one step more to-night. There would be great danger, and indeed she has + endured enough for me." The gravity of the girl's face, as much as her words, + convinced Wogan that here was no occasion for encouragement or resistance. He said + with some embarrassment,—</p> + <p>"Yet we cannot leave her here alone; and of us two men, her husband must stay with + her."</p> + <p>"Dare we wait till the morning?" asked Clementina. "Lucy may be recovered + then."</p> + <p>Wogan shook his head.</p> + <p>"The courier we stopped at Wellishmile was not the only man sent after us. Of that + we may be very sure. Here are we five miles from safety, and while those five miles + are still unbridged—Listen!"</p> + <p>Wogan leaned his head forward and held up his hand for silence. In the still night + they could hear far away the galloping of a horse. The sound grew more distinct as + they listened.</p> + <p>"The rider comes from Italy," said Clementina. "But he might have come from + Trent," cried Wogan. "We left Trent behind twelve hours ago, and more. For twelve + hours we crept and crawled along the road; these last miles we have walked. Any + moment the Emperor's troopers might come riding after us. Ah, but we are not safe! I + am afraid!"</p> + <p>Clementina turned sharply towards him as he spoke this unwonted confession.</p> + <p>"You!" she exclaimed with a wondering laugh. <a name="page253" + id="page253"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 253]</span> Yet he had spoken the truth. + His face was twitching; his eyes had the look of a man scared out of his wits.</p> + <p>"Yes, I am afraid," he said in a low, uneasy voice. "When I have all but won + through the danger, then comes my moment of fear. In the thick of it, perils tread + too close upon the heels of peril for a man to count them up. Each minute claims your + hands and eyes and brain,—claims you and inspires you. But when the danger's + less, and though less still threatens; when you're just this side of safety's + frontier and not safe,—indeed, indeed, one should be afraid. A vain spirit of + confidence, and the tired head nods, and the blow falls on it from nowhere. Oh, but I + have seen examples times out of mind. I beg you, no delay!"</p> + <p>The hoofs of the approaching horse sounded ever louder while Wogan spoke; and as + he ended, a man rode out from the street into the open space before the inn. The + gallop became a trot.</p> + <p>"He is riding to the door," said Wogan. "The light falls on your face;" and he + drew Clementina into the shadow of the wall. But at the same moment the rider changed + his mind. He swerved; it seemed too that he used his spurs, for his horse bounded + beneath him and galloped past the inn. He disappeared into the darkness, and the + sound of the horse diminished. Wogan listened until they had died away.</p> + <p>"He rides into Austria!" said he. "He rides to Trent, to Brixen, to Innspruck! And + in haste. <a name="page254" id="page254"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 254]</span> + Let us go! I had even a fancy that I knew his voice."</p> + <p>"From a single oath uttered in anger! Nay, you are all fears. For my part, I was + afraid that he had it in his mind to stay here at this inn where my little woman + lies. What if suspicion fall on her? What if those troopers of the Emperor find her + and guess the part she played!"</p> + <p>"You make her safe by seeking safety," returned Wogan. "You are the prey the + Emperor flies at. Once you are out of reach, his mere dignity must hold him in from + wreaking vengeance on your friends."</p> + <p>Wogan went into the inn, and calling Misset told him of his purpose. He would + drive her Highness to Peri, a little village ten miles from Ala, but in Italy. At + Peri, Mrs. Misset and her husband were to rejoin them in the morning, and from Peri + they could travel by slow stages to Bologna. The tears flowed from Clementina's eyes + when she took her farewell of her little woman. Though her reason bowed to Wogan's + argument, she had a sense of cowardice in deserting so faithful a friend. Mrs. + Misset, however, joined in Wogan's prayer; and she mounted into the trap and at + Wogan's side drove out of the town by that street along which the horseman had + ridden.</p> + <p>Clementina was silent; her driver was no more talkative. They were alone and + together on the road to Italy. That embarrassment from which Wogan's confession of + fear had procured them <a name="page255" id="page255"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 255]</span> some respite held them in a stiff constraint. They were conscious of it + as of a tide engulfing them. Neither dared to speak, dreading what might come of + speech. The most careless question, the most indifferent comment, might, as it seemed + to both, be the spark to fire a mine. Neither had any confidence to say, once they + had begun to talk, whither the talk would lead; but they were very much afraid, and + they sat very still lest a movement of the one should provoke a question in the + other. She knew his secret, and he was aware that she knew it. She could not have + found it even then in her heart to part willingly with her knowledge. She had thought + over-much upon it during the last day. She had withdrawn herself into it from the + company of her fellow-travellers, as into a private chamber; it was familiar and + near. Nor would Wogan have desired, now that she had the knowledge, to deprive her of + it, but he knew it instinctively for a dangerous thing. He drove on in silence while + the stars paled in the heavens and a grey, pure light crept mistily up from the under + edges of the world, and the morning broke hard and empty and cheerless. Wogan + suddenly drew in the reins and stopped the cart.</p> + <p>"There is a high wall behind us. It stretches across the fields from either side," + said he. "It makes a gateway of the road."</p> + <p>Clementina turned. The wall was perhaps ten yards behind them.</p> + <p>"A gateway," said she, "through which we have passed."</p> + <a name="page256" id="page256"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 256]</span> + <p>"The gateway of Italy," answered Wogan; and he drew the lash once or twice across + the pony's back and so was silent. Clementina looked at his set and cheerless face, + cheerless as that chill morning, and she too was silent. She looked back along the + road which she had traversed through snow and sunshine and clear nights of stars; she + saw it winding out from the gates of Innspruck over the mountains, above the foaming + river, and after a while she said very wistfully,—</p> + <p>"There are worse lives than a gipsy's."</p> + <p>"Are there any better?" answered Wogan.</p> + <p>So this was what Mr. Wogan's fine project had come to. He remembered another + morning when the light had welled over the hills, sunless and clear and cold, on the + road to Bologna,—the morning of the day when he had first conceived the rescue + of Clementina. And the rescue had been effected, and here was Clementina safe out of + Austria, and Wogan sure of a deathless renown, of the accomplishment of an endeavour + held absurd and preposterous; and these two short sentences were their summary and + comment,—</p> + <p>"There are worse lives than a gipsy's."</p> + <p>"Are there any better?"</p> + <p>Both had at this supreme crisis of their fortunes but the one thought,—that + the only days through which they had really lived were those last two days of flight, + of hurry, of hope alternating with despair, of light-hearted companionship, days + never to be forgotten, when each snatched meal was a picnic <a name="page257" + id="page257"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 257]</span> seasoned with laughter, days + of unharnessed freedom lived in the open air.</p> + <p>Clementina was the first to perceive that her behaviour fell below the occasion. + She was safe in Italy, journeying henceforward safely to her betrothed. She spurred + herself to understand it, she forced her lips to sing aloud the Te Deum. Wogan looked + at her in surprise as the first notes were sung, and the woful appeal in her eyes + compelled him to as brave a show as he could make of joining in the hymn. But the + words faltered, the tune wavered, joyless and hollow in that empty morning.</p> + <p>"Drive on," said Clementina, suddenly; and she had a sense that she was being + driven into bondage,—she who had just been freed. Wogan drove on towards + Peri.</p> + <p>It was the morning of Sunday, the 30th of April; and as the little cart drew near + to this hamlet of thirty cottages, the travellers could hear the single bell in the + church belfry calling the villagers to Mass. Wogan spoke but once to Clementina, and + then only to point out a wooden hut which stood picturesquely on a wooded bluff of + Monte Lessini, high up upon the left. A narrow gorge down which a torrent foamed led + upwards to the bluff, and the hut of which the windows were shuttered, and which + seemed at that distance to have been built with an unusual elegance, was to Wogan's + thinking a hunting-box. Clementina looked up at the bluff indifferently and made no + answer. She only spoke <a name="page258" id="page258"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 258]</span> as Wogan drove past the church-door, and the sound of the priest's voice + came droning out to them.</p> + <p>"Will you wait for me?" she asked. "I will not be long."</p> + <p>Wogan stopped the pony.</p> + <p>"You would give thanks?" said he. "I understand."</p> + <p>"I would pray for an honest heart wherewith to give honest thanks," said + Clementina, in a low voice; and she added hastily, "There is a life of ceremonies, + there is a life of cities before me. I have lived under the skies these last two + days."</p> + <p>She went into the church, shrouding her face in her hood, and kneeled down before + a rush chair close to the door. A sense of gratitude, however, was not that morning + to be got by any prayers, however earnest. It was merely a distaste for ceremonies + and observances, she strenuously assured herself, that had grown upon her during + these ten days. She sought to get rid of that distaste, as she kneeled, by picturing + in her thoughts the Prince to whom she was betrothed. She recalled the exploits, the + virtues, which Wogan had ascribed to him; she stamped them upon the picture. "It is + the King," she said to herself; and the picture answered her, "It is the King's + servant." And, lo! the face of the picture was the face of Charles Wogan. She covered + her cheeks with her hands in a burning rush of shame; she struck in her thoughts at + the face of that image with her clenched fists, to bruise, <a name="page259" + id="page259"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 259]</span> to annihilate it. "It is the + King! It is the King! It is the King!" she cried in her remorse, but the image + persisted. It still wore the likeness of Charles Wogan; it still repeated, "No, it is + the King's servant." There was more of the primitive woman in this girl bred in the + rugged country-side of Silesia than even Wogan was aware of, and during the halts in + their journey she had learned from Mrs. Misset details which Wogan had been at pains + to conceal. It was Wogan who had conceived the idea of her rescue—in the King's + place. In the King's place, Wogan had come to Innspruck and effected it. In the + King's place, he had taken her by the hand and cleft a way for her through her + enemies. He was the man, the rescuer; she was the woman, the rescued.</p> + <p>She became conscious of the futility of her attitude of prayer. She raised her + head and saw that a man kneeling close to the altar had turned and was staring + fixedly towards her. The man was the Prince of Baden. Had he recognised her? She + peered between her fingers; she remarked that his gaze was puzzled; he was not then + sure, though he suspected. She waited until he turned his head again, and then she + silently rose to her feet and slipped out of the church. She found Wogan waiting for + her in some anxiety.</p> + <p>"Did he recognise you?" he asked.</p> + <p>"He was not sure," answered Clementina. "How did you know he was at Mass?"</p> + <p>"A native I spoke with told me."</p> + <a name="page260" id="page260"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 260]</span> + <p>Clementina climbed up into the cart.</p> + <p>"The Prince is not a generous man," she said hesitatingly.</p> + <p>Wogan understood her. The Prince of Baden must not know that she had come to Peri + escorted by a single cavalier. He would talk bitterly, he would make much of his good + fortune in that he had not married the Princess Clementina, he would pity the + Chevalier de St. George,—there was a fine tale there. Wogan could trace it + across the tea-tables of Europe, and hear the malicious inextinguishable laughter + which winged it on its way. He drove off quickly from the church door.</p> + <p>"He leaves Peri at nine," said Wogan. "He will have no time to make inquiries. We + have but to avoid the inn he stays at. There is a second at the head of the village + which we passed."</p> + <p>To this second inn Wogan drove, and was welcomed by a shrewish woman whose sour + face was warmed for once in a way into something like enthusiasm.</p> + <p>"A lodging indeed you shall have," cried she, "and a better lodging than the + Prince of Baden can look back upon, though he pay never so dearly for it. Poor man, + he will have slept wakefully this night! Here, sir, you will find honest board and an + honest bed for yourself and your sweet lady, and an honest bill to set you off in a + sweet humour in the morning."</p> + <p>"Nay, my good woman," interrupted Wogan, hastily. "This is no sweet lady of mine, + nor are <a name="page261" id="page261"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 261]</span> we + like to stay until the morrow. The truth is, we are a party of four, but our carriage + snapped its axle some miles back. The young lady's uncle and aunt are following us, + and we wait only for their arrival."</p> + <p>Wogan examined the inn and thought the disposition of it very convenient. It made + three sides of a courtyard open to the road. On the right and the bottom were + farm-buildings and a stable; the inn was the wing upon the left hand. The guest + rooms, of which there were four, were all situated upon the first floor and looked + out upon a little thicket of fir-trees at the back of the wing. They were approached + by a staircase, which ran up with a couple of turns from the courtyard itself and on + the outside of the house-wall. Wogan was very pleased with that staircase; it was + narrow. He was pleased, too, because there were no other travellers in the inn. He + went back to the landlady.</p> + <p>"It is very likely," said he, "that my friends when they come will, after all, + choose to stay here for the night. I will hire all the rooms upon the first + floor."</p> + <p>The landlady was no less pleased than Mr. Wogan. She had a thought that they were + a runaway couple and served them breakfast in a little parlour up the stairs with + many sly and confusing allusions. She became confused, however, when after breakfast + Clementina withdrew to bed, and Wogan sauntered out into the high-road, where he sat + himself down on a bank to watch for Captain <a name="page262" id="page262"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 262]</span> Misset. All day he sat resolutely with his back + towards the inn. The landlady inferred that here were lovers quarrelling, and she was + yet more convinced of it when she entered the parlour in the afternoon to lay the + table for dinner and saw Clementina standing wistfully at the window with her eyes + upon that unmoving back. Wogan meanwhile for all his vigilance watched the road but + ill. Merchants, pedlars, friars, and gentlemen travelling for their pleasure passed + down the road into Italy. Mr. Wogan saw them not, or saw them with unseeing eyes. His + eyes were turned inwards, and he gazed at a picture that his heart held of a room in + that inn behind him, where after all her dangers and fatigues a woman slept in peace. + Towards evening fewer travellers passed by, but there came one party of six + well-mounted men whose leader suddenly bowed his head down upon his horse's neck as + he rode past. Wogan had preached a sermon on the carelessness which comes with + danger's diminutions, but he was very tired. The head was nodding; the blow might + fall from nowhere, and he not know.</p> + <p>At nightfall he returned and mounted to the parlour, where Clementina awaited + him.</p> + <p>"There is no sign of Captain Misset," said he.</p> + <p>Wogan was puzzled by the way in which Clementina received the news. For a moment + he thought that her eyes lightened, and that she was glad; then it seemed to him that + her eyes clouded and suddenly as if with pain. Nor was her voice a guide to him, <a + name="page263" id="page263"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 263]</span> for she spoke + her simple question without significance,—</p> + <p>"Must we wait, then, till the morning?"</p> + <p>"There is a chance that they may come before the morning. I will watch on the top + stair, and if they come I will make bold to wake your Highness."</p> + <p>Their hostess upon this brought their supper into the room, and Wogan became at + once aware of a change in her demeanour. She no longer embarrassed them with her + patronage, nor did she continue her sly allusions to the escapades of lovers. On the + contrary, she was of an extreme deference. Under the deference, too, Wogan seemed to + remark a certain excitement.</p> + <p>"Have you other lodgers to-night?" he asked carelessly.</p> + <p>"No, sir," said she. "Travellers are taken by a big house and a bustle of + servants. They stay at the Vapore Inn when they stay at Peri, and to their cost."</p> + <p>As soon as she had left the room Wogan asked of Clementina,—</p> + <p>"When did her manner change?"</p> + <p>"I had not remarked the change till now," replied Clementina.</p> + <p>Wogan became uneasy. He went down into the courtyard, and found it empty. There + was a light in the kitchen, and he entered the room. The landlady was having her + supper in company with her few servants, and there were one or two peasants from the + village. Wogan chatted with them for a <a name="page264" id="page264"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 264]</span> few minutes and came out again much relieved of his + fears. He thought, however, it might be as well to see that his pony was ready for an + emergency. He crossed silently to the stable, which he found dark as the courtyard. + The door was latched, but not locked. He opened it and went in. The building was + long, with many stalls ranged side by side. Wogan's pony stood in the end stall + opposite to the door. Wogan took down the harness from the pegs and began to fix it + ready on the pony. He had just put the collar over its head when he heard a horse + stamping in one of the stalls at the other end of the stables. Now he had noticed in + the morning that there were only two horses in the building, and those two were tied + up in the stalls next to that which his pony occupied. He walked along the range of + stalls. The two horses were there, then came a gap of empty stalls, and beyond the + gap he counted six other horses. Wogan became at once curious about those six other + horses. They might of course be farm-horses, but he wished to know. It was quite dark + within the building; he had only counted the horses by the noise of their movements + in their stalls, the rattle of their head-ropes, and the pawing of their feet. He + dared not light a lamp, but horses as a rule knew him for a friend. He went into the + stall of the first, petted it for a moment and ran his hand down its legs. He + repeated the process with the second, and with so much investigation he was content. + No farm-horse that ever Wogan had seen had such a smooth sleek <a name="page265" + id="page265"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 265]</span> skin or such fine legs as had + those two over which he had passed his hands. "Now where are the masters of those + horses?" he asked himself. "Why do they leave their cattle at this inn and not show + themselves in the kitchen or the courtyard? Why do they not ask for a couple of my + rooms?" Wogan stood in the dark and reflected. Then he stepped out of the door with + even more caution than he had used when entering by it. He stole silently along to + the shed where his trap was housed, and felt beneath the seat. From beneath the seat + he drew out a coil of rope, and a lamp. The rope he wound about him under his coat. + Then he went back to his staircase and the parlour.</p> + <p>Clementina could read in his face that something was amiss, but she had a great + gift of silence. She waited for him to speak. Wogan unwound the coil of rope from his + body.</p> + <p>"Your Highness laughed at me for that I would not part with my rope. I have a fear + this night will prove my wisdom." And with that he began deliberately to break up the + chairs in the room. Clementina asked no questions; she watched him take the rungs and + bars of the chairs and test their strength. Then he cut the coil of rope in half and + tied loops at intervals; into the loops he fitted the wooden rungs. Wogan worked + expeditiously for an hour without opening his mouth. In an hour he had fashioned a + rope-ladder. He went to the window which looked out on the back of the wing, upon the + little thicket of fir-trees. He opened <a name="page266" id="page266"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 266]</span> the window cautiously and dropped the ladder down the + wall.</p> + <p>"Your Highness has courage," said he. "The ladder does not touch the ground, but + it will not be far to drop, should there be need."</p> + <p>The window of Clementina's bedroom was next to that of the parlour and looked out + in the same direction. Wogan fixed the rope-ladder securely to the foot of the bed + and drew the bed close to the window. He left the lamp upon a chair and went back to + the parlour and explained.</p> + <p>"Your Highness," he added, "there may be no cause for any alarm. On the other + hand, the Governor of Trent may have taken a leaf from my own book. He may have it in + mind to snatch your Highness out of Italy even as I did out of Austria; and of a + truth it would be the easier undertaking. Here are we five miles from the border and + in a small tavern set apart from a small village, instead of in the thick of an armed + town."</p> + <p>"But we might start now," she said. "We might leave a message behind for Mrs. + Misset and wait for her in Verona."</p> + <p>"I had thought of that. But if my mere suspicion is the truth, the six men will + not be so far from their six horses that we could drive away unnoticed by any one of + them. Nor could we hope to outpace them and six men upon an open road; indeed, I + would sooner face them at the head of my staircase here. And while I hold them back + your Highness can creep down that ladder."</p> + <a name="page267" id="page267"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 267]</span> + <p>"And hide in the thicket," she interrupted. "Yet—yet—that leaves you + alone. I could give you some help;" and her face coloured. "You were so kind as to + tell me I had courage. I could at the least load your pistols."</p> + <p>"You would do that?" cried Wogan. "Aye, but you would, you would!"</p> + <p>For the first time that day he forgot to address her with the ceremony of her + title. All that day he had schooled his tongue to the use of it. They were not man + and woman, though his heart would have it so; they were princess and servant, and + every minute he must remember it. But he forgot it now. Delicate she was to look upon + as any princess who had ever adorned a court, delicate and fresh, rich-voiced and + young, but here was the rare woman flashing out like a light over stormy seas, the + spirit of her and her courage!</p> + <p>"You would load my pistols!" he repeated, his whole face alight. "To be sure, you + would do that. But I ask you, I think, for a higher courage. I ask you to climb down + that ladder, to run alone, taking shelter when there's need, back to that narrow + gorge we saw where the path leads upwards to the bluff. There was a hut; two hours + would take you to it, and there you should be safe. I will keep the enemy back till + you are gone. If I can, when all is over here I'll follow you. If I do not come, why, + you must—"</p> + <p>"Ah, but you will come," said she, with a smile. "I have no fears but that you + will come;" and <a name="page268" id="page268"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 268]</span> she added, "Else would you never persuade me to go."</p> + <p>"Well, then, I will come. At all events, Captain Misset and his wife will surely + come down the road to-morrow. If I rap twice upon your door, you will take that for + my signal. But it is very likely I shall not rap at all."</p> + <p>Wogan shivered as he spoke. It was not for the first time during that + conversation, and a little later, as they stood together in the passage by the + stair-head, Clementina twice remarked that he shivered again. There was an oil lamp + burning against the passage wall, and by its light she could see that on that warm + night of spring his face was pinched with cold. He was in truth chilled to the bone + through lack of sleep; his eyes had the strained look of a man strung to the breaking + point, and at the sight of him the mother in her was touched.</p> + <p>"What if I watched to-night?" she said. "What if you slept?"</p> + <p>Wogan laughed the suggestion aside.</p> + <p>"I shall sleep very well," said he, "upon that top stair. I can count upon waking, + though only the lowest step tremble beneath a foot." This he said, meaning not to + sleep at all, as Clementina very well understood. She leaned over the balustrade by + Wogan's side and looked upwards to the sky. The night was about them like a perfume + of flowers. A stream bubbled and sang over stones behind the inn. The courtyard below + was very silent. She <a name="page269" id="page269"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 269]</span> laid a hand upon his sleeve and said again in a pleading + voice,—</p> + <p>"Let me watch to-night. There is no danger. You are racked by sleeplessness, and + phantoms born of it wear the face of truth to you. We are safe; we are in Italy. The + stars tell me so. Let me watch to-night." And at once she was startled. He withdrew + his arm so roughly that it seemed he flung off his hand; he spoke in a voice so + hoarse and rough she did not know it for his. And indeed it was a different man who + now confronted her,—a man different from the dutiful servant who had rescued + her, different even from the man who had held her so tenderly in his arms on the road + to Ala.</p> + <p>"Go to your room," said he. "You must not stay here."</p> + <p>She stepped back in her surprise and faced him.</p> + <p>"Every minute," he cried in a sort of exasperation, "I bid myself remember the + great gulf between you and me; every minute you forget it. I make a curtain of your + rank, your title, and—let us be frank—your destiny; I hang the curtain up + between us, and with a gentle hand you tear it down. At the end of it all I am flesh + and blood. Why did I sit the whole long dreary day out on the bank by the roadside + there? To watch? I could not describe to you one traveller out of them all who + passed. Why, then? Ask yourself! It was not that I might stand by your side + afterwards in the glamour of an Italian night with the stars pulsing overhead like a + smile <a name="page270" id="page270"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 270]</span> upon + your lips, and all the world whispering! You must not stay here!"</p> + <p>His eyes burnt upon her; his hands shook; from head to foot he was hot and fierce + with passion, and in spite of herself she kindled to it. That he loved she knew + before, but his description of his city of dreams had given to him in her thoughts a + touch of fancifulness, had led her to conceive of his love as something dreamlike, + had somehow spiritualised him to the hindrance of her grasp of him as flesh and + blood. Thus, she understood, she might well have seemed to be trifling with him, + though nothing was further from her thoughts. But now he was dangerous; love had made + him dangerous, and to her. She knew it, and in spite of herself she gloried in the + knowledge. Her heart leaped into her eyes and shone there responsive, unafraid. The + next moment she lowered her head. But he had seen the unmistakable look in her eyes. + Even as she stood with her bowed head, he could not but feel that every fibre in her + body thrilled; he could not but know the transfigured expression of her face.</p> + <p>"I had no thought to hurt you," she said, and her voice trembled, and it was not + with fear or any pain. Wogan took a step towards her and checked himself. He spoke + sharply between clenched teeth.</p> + <p>"Lock your door," said he.</p> + <p>The curtain between them was down. Wogan had patched and patched it before; but it + was torn down now, and they had seen each other without <a name="page271" + id="page271"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 271]</span> so much as that patched + semblance of a screen to veil their eyes. Clementina did not answer him or raise her + head. She went quietly into her room. Wogan did not move until she had locked the + door.</p> + <p>Then he disposed himself for the night. He sat down across the top step of the + stairs with his back propped against the passage wall. Facing him was the door of + Clementina's room, on his left hand the passage with the oil lamp burning on a + bracket, stretched to the house-wall; on his right the stairs descended straight for + some steps, then turned to the left and ran down still within view to a point where + again they turned outwards into the courtyard. Wogan saw to the priming of his + pistols and laid them beside him. He looked out to his right over the low-roofed + buildings opposite, and saw the black mountains with their glimmering crests, and + just above one spur a star which flashed with a particular brightness. He was very + tired and very cold; he drew his cloak about him; he leaned back against the wall and + watched that star. So long as he saw that, he was awake, and therefore he watched it. + At what time sleep overtook him he could never discover. It seemed to him always that + he did not even for a second lose sight of that star. Only it dilated, it grew + brighter, it dropped towards earth, and he was not in any way surprised. He was + merely pleased with it for behaving in so attractive and natural a way. Then, + however, the strange thing happened. When the star was hung in the air between earth + and sky and <a name="page272" id="page272"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 272]</span> + nearer to the earth, it opened like a flower and disclosed in its bright heart the + face of a girl, which was yet brighter. And that girl's face, with the broad low + brows and the dark eyes and the smile which held all earth and much of heaven, + stooped and stooped out of fire through the cool dark towards him until her lips + touched his. It was then that he woke, quietly as was his wont, without any start, + without opening his eyes, and at once he was aware of someone breathing.</p> + <p>He raised his eyelids imperceptibly and peered through his eyelashes. He saw close + beside him the lower part of a woman's frock, and it was the frock which Clementina + wore. One wild question set his heart leaping within his breast. "Was there truth in + the dream?" he asked himself; and while he was yet formulating the question, + Clementina's breathing was suddenly arrested. It seemed to him, too, from the little + that he saw between his closed eyes, that she stiffened from head to foot. She stood + in that rigid attitude, very still. Something new had plainly occurred, something + that brought with it a shock of surprise. Wogan, without moving his head or opening + his eyes a fraction wider, looked down the staircase and saw just above the edge of + one of the steep stairs a face watching them,—a face with bright, birdlike eyes + and an indescribable expression of cunning.</p> + <p>Wogan had need of all his self-control. He felt that his eyelids were fluttering + on his cheeks, that his breath had stopped even as Clementina's had. <a + name="page273" id="page273"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 273]</span> For the face + which he saw was one quite familiar to him, though never familiar with that + expression. It was the face of an easy-going gentleman who made up for the lack of + his wit by the heartiness of his laugh, and to whom Wogan had been drawn because of + his simplicity. There was no simplicity in Henry Whittington's face now. It remained + above the edge of the step staring at them with a look of crafty triumph, a very + image of intrigue. Then it disappeared silently.</p> + <p>Wogan remembered the voice of the man who had spurred past the doorway of the inn + at Ala. He knew now why he had thought to recognise it. The exclamation had been one + of anger,—because he had seen Clementina and himself in Italy? He had spurred + onwards—towards Trent? There were those six horses in the stables. + Whittington's face had disappeared very silently. "An honest man," thought Wogan, + "does not take off his boots before he mounts the stairs."</p> + <p>Clementina was still standing at his side. Without changing his attitude he rapped + with his knuckles gently twice upon the boards of the stair. She turned towards him + with a gasp of the breath. He rapped again twice, fearful lest she should speak to + him. She understood that he had given her the signal to go. She turned on her heel + and slipped back into her room.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page274" id="page274"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 274]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> + <p>Wogan did not move. In a few minutes he heard voices whispering in the courtyard + below. By that time the Princess should have escaped into the thicket. The stairs + creaked, and again he saw a face over the edge of a step. It was the flabby face of a + stranger, who turned and whispered in German to others behind him. The face rose; a + pair of shoulders, a portly body, and a pair of unbooted legs became visible. The man + carried a drawn sword; between his closed eyelashes Wogan saw that four others with + the like arms followed. There should have been six; but the sixth was Harry + Whittington, who, to be sure, was not likely to show himself to Wogan awake. The five + men passed the first turn of the stairs without noise. Wogan was very well pleased + with their noiselessness. Men without boots to their feet were at a very great + disadvantage when it came to a fight. He allowed them to come up to the second turn, + he allowed the leader to ascend the last straight flight until he was almost within + sword-reach, and then he quietly rose to his feet.</p> + <p>"Gentlemen," said he, "I grieve to disappoint you; but I have hired this lodging + for the night."</p> + <a name="page275" id="page275"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 275]</span> + <p>The leader stopped, discountenanced, and leaned back against his followers. "You + are awake?" he stammered.</p> + <p>"It is a habit of mine."</p> + <p>The leader puffed out his cheeks and assumed an appearance of dignity.</p> + <p>"Then we are saved some loss of time. For we were coming to awake you."</p> + <p>"It was on that account, no doubt," said Wogan, folding his arms, "that you have + all taken off your boots. But, pardon me, your four friends behind appear in spite of + what I have said to be thrusting you forward. I beg you to remain on the step on + which you stand. For if you mount one more, you will put me to the inconvenience of + drawing my sword."</p> + <p>Wogan leaned back idly against the wall. The Princess should now be on the road + and past the inn—unless perhaps Whittington was at watch beneath the windows. + That did not seem likely, however. Whittington would work in the dark and not risk + detection. The leader of the four had stepped back at Wogan's words, but he said very + bravely,—</p> + <p>"I warn you to use no violence to officers in discharge of their duty. We hold a + warrant for your arrest."</p> + <p>"Indeed?" said Wogan, with a great show of surprise. "I cannot bring myself to + believe it. On what counts?"</p> + <p>"Firstly, in that you stole away her Highness the Princess Clementina from the + Emperor's <a name="page276" id="page276"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 276]</span> + guardianship on the night of the 27th of April at Innspruck."</p> + <p>"Did I indeed do that?" said Wogan, carelessly. "Upon my word, this cloak of mine + is frayed. I had not noticed it;" and he picked at the fringe of his cloak with some + annoyance.</p> + <p>"In the second place, you did kill and put to death, at a wayside inn outside + Stuttgart, one Anton Gans, servant to the Countess of Berg."</p> + <p>Wogan smiled amicably.</p> + <p>"I should be given a medal for that with a most beautiful ribbon of salmon colour, + I fancy, salmon or aquamarine. Which would look best, do you think, on a coat of + black velvet? I wear black velvet, as your relations will too, my friend, if you + forget which step your foot is on. Shall we say salmon colour for the ribbon? The + servant was a noxious fellow. We will."</p> + <p>The leader of the four, who had set his foot on the forbidden step, withdrew it + quickly. Wogan continued in the same quiet voice,—</p> + <p>"You say you have a warrant?" And a voice very different from his leader's—a + voice loud and decisive, which came from the last of the four—answered + him,—</p> + <p>"We have. The Emperor's warrant."</p> + <p>"And how comes it," asked Wogan, "that the Emperor's warrant runs in Venice?"</p> + <p>"Because the Emperor's arm strikes in Venice," cried the hindermost again, and he + pushed past the man in front of him.</p> + <a name="page277" id="page277"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 277]</span> + <p>"That we have yet to see," cried Wogan, and his sword flashed naked in his hand. + At the same moment the man who had spoken drew a pistol and fired. He fired in a + hurry; the bullet cut a groove in the rail of the stair and flattened itself against + the passage wall.</p> + <p>"The Emperor's arm shakes, it seems," said Wogan, with a laugh. The leader of the + party, thrust forward by those behind him, was lifted to the forbidden step.</p> + <p>"I warned you," cried Wogan, and his sword darted out. But whether from design or + accident, the man uttered a cry and stumbled forward on his face. Wogan's sword + flashed over his shoulder, and its point sank into the throat of the soldier behind + him. That second soldier fell back, with the blood spurting from his wound, upon the + man with the smoking pistol, who thrust him aside with an oath.</p> + <p>"Make room," he cried, and lunged over the fallen leader.</p> + <p>"Here's a fellow in the most desperate hurry," said Wogan, and parrying the thrust + he disengaged, circled, disengaged again, and lunging felt the soldier's leather coat + yield to his point. "The Emperor's arm is weak, too, one might believe," he laughed, + and he drove his sword home. The man fell upon the stairs; but as Wogan spoke the + leader crouched on the step plucked violently at his cloak below his knees. Wogan had + not recovered from his lunge; the jerk at the cloak threw him off his <a + name="page278" id="page278"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 278]</span> balance, his + legs slipped forward under him, in another moment he would have come crashing down + the stairs upon his back, and at the bottom of the flight there stood one man + absolutely unharmed supporting his comrade who had been wounded in the throat. Wogan + felt the jerk, understood the danger, and saw its remedy at the same instant. He did + not resist the impetus, he threw his body into it, he sprang from the stairs + forwards, tearing his cloak from the leader's hands, he sprang across the leader, + across the soldier who had fired at him, and he dropped with all his weight into the + arms of the third man with the pierced throat. The blood poured out from the wound + over Wogan's face and breast in a blinding jet. The fellow uttered one choking cry + and reeling back carried the comrade who supported him against the balustrade at the + turn of the stairs. Wogan did not give that fourth man time to disengage himself, but + dropping his sword caught him by the throat as the third wounded man slipped between + them to the ground. Wogan bent his new opponent backwards over the balustrade, and + felt the muscles of his back resist and then slacken. Wogan bent him further and + further over until it seemed his back must break. But it was the balustrade which + broke. Wogan heard it crack. He had just time to loose his hands and step back, and + the railing and the man poised on the rail fell outwards into the courtyard. Wogan + stepped forward and peered downwards. The soldier had not broken his neck, for Wogan + saw him <a name="page279" id="page279"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 279]</span> + writhe upon the ground. He bent his head to see the better; he heard a report behind + him, and a bullet passed through the crown of his hat. He swung round and saw the + leader of the four with one of his own pistols smoking in his hand.</p> + <p>"You!" cried Wogan. "Sure, here's a rabbit attacking a terrier dog;" and he sprang + up the stairs. The man threw away the pistol, fell on his knees, and held up his + hands for mercy.</p> + <p>"Now what will I do to you?" said Wogan. "Did you not fire at my back? That's + reprehensible cowardice. And with my own pistol, too, which is sheer impertinence. + What will I do with you?" The man's expression was so pitiable, his heavy cheeks hung + in such despairing folds, that Wogan was stirred to laughter. "Well, you have put me + to a deal of inconvenience," said he; "but I will be merciful, being strong, being + most extraordinary strong. I'll send you back to your master the Emperor with a + message from me that four men are no manner of use at all. Come in here for a + bit."</p> + <p>Wogan took the unfortunate man and led him into the parlour. Then he lit a lamp, + and making his captive sit where he could see any movement that he made, he wrote a + very polite note to his Most Catholic Majesty the Emperor wherein he pointed out that + it was a cruel thing to send four poor men who had never done harm to capture Charles + Wogan; that no King or Emperor before who had wanted to capture Charles Wogan, of + whom there were already many, and by God's grace <a name="page280" + id="page280"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 280]</span> he hoped there would be more, + had ever despatched less than a regiment of horse upon so hazardous an expedition; + and that when Captain O'Toole might be expected to be standing side by side with + Wogan, it was usually thought necessary to add seven batteries of artillery and a + field marshal. Wogan thereupon went on to point out that Peri was in Venetian + territory, which his Most Catholic Majesty had violated, and that Charles Wogan would + accordingly feel it his bounden duty not to sleep night or day until he had made a + confederation of Italian states to declare war and captivity upon his Most Catholic + Majesty. Wogan concluded with the assurances of his profoundest respects and was much + pleased by his letter, which he sealed and compelled his prisoner upon his knees to + promise to deliver into the Emperor's own hands.</p> + <p>"Now where is that pretty warrant?" said Wogan, as soon as this important function + was accomplished.</p> + <p>"It is signed by the Governor of Trent," said the man.</p> + <p>"Who in those regions is the Emperor's deputy. Hand it over."</p> + <p>The man handed it over reluctantly.</p> + <p>"Now," continued Wogan, "here is paper and ink and a chair. Sit down and write a + full confession of your audacious incursion into a friendly country, and just write, + if you please, how much you paid the landlady to hear nothing of what was doing."</p> + <a name="page281" id="page281"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 281]</span> + <p>"You will not force me to that," cried the fellow.</p> + <p>"By no means. The confession must be voluntary and written of your own free will. + So write it, my friend, without any compulsion whatever, or I'll throw you out of the + window."</p> + <p>Then followed a deal of sighing and muttering. But the confession was written and + handed to Wogan, who glanced over it.</p> + <p>"But there's an omission," said he. "You make mention of only five men."</p> + <p>"There were only five men on the staircase."</p> + <p>"But there are six horses in the stables. Will you be good enough to write down at + what hour on what day Mr. Harry Whittington knocked at the Governor's door in Trent + and told the poor gout-ridden man that the Princess and Mr. Wogan had put up at the + Cervo Inn at Ala."</p> + <p>The soldier turned a startled face on Wogan.</p> + <p>"So you knew!" he cried.</p> + <p>"Oh, I knew," answered Wogan, suddenly. "Look at me! Did you ever see eyes so + heavy with want of sleep, a face so worn by it, a body so jerked upon strings like a + showman's puppet? Write, I tell you! We who serve the King are trained to + wakefulness. Write! I am in haste!"</p> + <p>"Yet your King does not reign!" said the man, wonderingly, and he wrote. He wrote + the truth about Harry Whittington; for Wogan was looking over his shoulder.</p> + <p>"Did he pay you to keep silence as to his share in the business?" asked Wogan, as + the man scattered <a name="page282" id="page282"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 282]</span> some sand over the paper. "There is no word of it in your + handwriting."</p> + <p>The man added a sentence and a figure.</p> + <p>"That will do," said Wogan. "I may need it for a particular purpose;" and he put + the letter carefully away in the pocket of his coat. "For a very particular purpose," + he added. "It will be well for you to convey your party back with all haste to Trent. + You are on the wrong side of the border."</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page283" id="page283"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 283]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> + <p>Wogan went from the parlour and climbed out of the house by the rope-ladder. He + left it hanging at the window and walked up the glimmering road, a ribbon of ghostly + white between dim hills. It was then about half-past twelve of the night, and not a + feather of cloud stained the perfection of the sky. It curved above his head spangled + like a fair lady's fan, and unfathomably blue like Clementina's eyes when her heart + stirred in their depths. He reached the little footway and turned into the upward + cleft of the hills. He walked now into the thick night of a close-grown clump of + dwarf-oaks, which weaved so dense a thatch above his head that he knocked against the + boles. The trees thinned, he crossed here and there a dimpled lawn in the pure + starshine, he traversed a sparse grove of larches in the dreamy twilight, he came out + again upon the grassy lip of a mountain torrent which henceforth kept him company, + and which, speaking with many voices, seemed a friend trying to catch his mood. For + here it leaped over an edge of rock, and here in a tiny waterfall, and splashed into + a pellucid pool, and the reverberating noise filled the dell with a majestic din; + there it ran smoothly kissing its banks with a <a name="page284" + id="page284"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 284]</span> murmur of contentment, + embosoming the stars; beyond, it chafed hoarsely between narrow walls; and again half + a mile higher up it sang on shallows and evaded the stones with a tinkling laugh. But + Wogan was deaf to the voices; he mounted higher, the trees ceased, he came into a + desolate country of boulders; and the higher he ascended, the more heavily he walked. + He stopped and washed his face and hands clean of blood-stains in the stream. Above + him and not very far away was the lonely hut.</p> + <p>He came upon it quite suddenly. For the path climbed steeply at the back, and + slipping from the mouth of a narrow gully he stood upon the edge of a small plateau + in the centre of which stood the cabin, a little house of pinewood built with some + decoration and elegance. One unglazed window was now unshuttered, and the light from + a lantern streamed out of it in a yellow fan, marking the segment of a circle upon + the rough rocky ground and giving to the dusk of the starshine a sparkle of gold. + Through the window Wogan could see into the room. It was furnished simply, but with + an eye to comfort. He saw too the girl he had dared to bear off from the thick of a + hostile town. She was lying upon a couch, her head resting upon her folded arms. She + was asleep, and in a place most solitary. Behind the cabin rose a black forest of + pines, pricking the sky with their black spires, and in front of it the ground fell + sharply to the valley, in which no light gleamed; beyond the valley rose the dim + hills again. Nor was there any sound <a name="page285" id="page285"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 285]</span> except the torrent. The air at this height was keen + and fresh with a smell of primeval earth. Wogan hitched his cloak about his throat, + and his boots rang upon the rock. The Princess raised her head; Wogan walked to the + door and stood for a little with his hand upon the latch. He lifted it and entered. + Clementina looked at him for a moment, and curiously. She had no questions as to how + his struggle with the Governor of Trent's emissaries had fared. Wogan could + understand by some unspoken sympathy that that matter had no place in her thoughts. + She stood up in an attitude of expectation.</p> + <p>"It grows towards morning?" said she.</p> + <p>"In two hours we shall have the dawn," he replied; and there was a silence between + them.</p> + <p>"You found this cabin open?" said Wogan.</p> + <p>"The door was latched. I loosed a shutter. The night is very still."</p> + <p>"One might fancy there were no others alive but you and me across all the width of + the world."</p> + <p>"One could wish it," she said beneath her breath, and crossed to the window where + she stayed, breathing the fresh night. The sigh, however, had reached to Wogan's + ears. He took his pistols from his belt, and to engage his thoughts, loaded the one + which had been fired at him. After a little he looked up and saw that Clementina's + eyes dwelt upon him with that dark steady look, which held always so much of mystery + and told always one thing plainly, her lack of fear. And she said + suddenly,—</p> + <a name="page286" id="page286"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 286]</span> + <p>"There was trouble at Peri. I climbed from the window. I had almost forgotten. As + I ran down the road past the open court, I saw a little group of men gathered about + the foot of the staircase! I was in two minds whether to come back and load your + pistols or to obey you. I obeyed, but I was in much fear for you. I had almost + forgotten, it seems so long ago. Tell me! You conquered; it is no new thing. Tell me + how!"</p> + <p>She did not move from the window, she kept her eyes fixed upon Wogan while he told + his story, but it was quite clear to him that she did not hear one half of it. And + when he had done she said,—</p> + <p>"How long is it till the morning?"</p> + <p>Wogan had spun his tale out, but half an hour enclosed it, from the beginning to + the end. He became silent again; but he was aware at once that silence was more + dangerous than speech, for in the silence he could hear both their hearts speaking. + He began hurriedly to talk of their journey, and there could be no more insidious + topic for him to light upon. For he spoke of the Road, and he had already been given + a warning that to the romance of the Road her heart turned like a compass-needle to + the north. They were both gipsies, for all that they had no Egyptian blood. That + southward road from Innspruck was much more than a mere highway of travel between a + starting-place and a goal, even to these two to whom the starting-place meant peril + and the goal the first opportunity of sleep.</p> + <a name="page287" id="page287"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 287]</span> + <p>"Even in our short journey," said Clementina, "how it climbed hillsides angle upon + angle, how it swept through the high solitudes of ice where no trees grow, where + silence lives; how it dropped down into green valleys and the noise of streams! And + it still sweeps on, through dark and light, a glimmer at night, a glare in the + midday, between lines of poplars, hidden amongst vines, through lighted cities, down + to Venice and the sea. If one could travel it, never retracing a step, pitching a + tent by the roadside when one willed! That were freedom!" She stopped with a + remarkable abruptness. She turned her eyes out of the window for a little. Then again + she asked,—</p> + <p>"How long till morning?"</p> + <p>"But one more hour."</p> + <p>She came back into the room and seated herself at the table.</p> + <p>"You gave me some hint at Innspruck of an adventurous ride from Ohlau," and she + drew her breath sharply at the word, as though the name with all its associations + struck her a blow, "into Strasbourg. Tell me its history. So will this hour + pass."</p> + <p>He told her as he walked about the room, though his heart was not in the telling, + nor hers in the hearing, until he came to relate the story of his escape from the inn + a mile or so beyond Stuttgart. He described how he hid in the garden, how he crossed + the rich level of lawn to the lighted window, how to his surprise he was admitted + without a question <a name="page288" id="page288"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 288]</span> by an old bookish gentleman—and thereupon he ceased so suddenly + that Clementina turned her head aside and listened.</p> + <p>"Did you hear a step?" she asked in a low voice.</p> + <p>"No."</p> + <p>And they both listened. No noise came to their ears but the brawling of the + torrent. That, however, filled the room, drowning all the natural murmurs of the + night.</p> + <p>"Indeed, one would not hear a company of soldiers," said Clementina. She crossed + to the window.</p> + <p>"Yet you heard my step, and it waked you," said Wogan, as he followed her.</p> + <p>"I listened for it in my sleep," said she.</p> + <p>For a second time that night they stood side by side looking upon darkness and the + spangled sky. Only there was no courtyard with its signs of habitation. Clementina + drew herself away suddenly from the sill. Wogan at once copied her example.</p> + <p>"You saw—?" he began.</p> + <p>"No one," said she, bending her dark eyes full upon him. "Will you close the + shutter?"</p> + <p>Wogan drew back instinctively. He had a sense that this open window, though there + was no one to spy through it, was in some way a security. Suppose that he closed it! + That mere act of shutting himself and her apart, though it gave not one atom more of + privacy, still had a semblance of giving it. He was afraid. He said,—</p> + <p>"There is no need. Who should spy on us? What would it matter if we were spied + upon?"</p> + <a name="page289" id="page289"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 289]</span> + <p>"I ask you to close that shutter."</p> + <p>From the quiet, level voice he could infer nothing of the thought behind the + request; and her unwavering eyes told him nothing.</p> + <p>"Why?"</p> + <p>"Because I am afraid, as you are," said she, and she shivered. "You would not have + it shut. I am afraid while it stays open. There is too much expectation in the night. + Those great black pines stand waiting; the stars are very bright and still, they + wait, holding their breath. It seems to me the whirl of the earth has stopped. Never + was there a night so hushed in expectation;" and these words too she spoke without a + falter or a lifting note, breathing easily like a child asleep, and not changing her + direct gaze from Wogan's face. "I am afraid," she continued, "of you and me. I am the + more afraid;" and Wogan set the shutter in its place and let the bar fall. Clementina + with a breath of relief came back to her seat at the table.</p> + <p>"How long is it till dawn?" she said.</p> + <p>"We have half an hour," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"Well, that old man—Count von Ahlen, you said—received you, heaped + logs upon his fire, stanched your wounds, and asked no questions. Well? You stopped + suddenly. Tell me all!"</p> + <p>Wogan looked doubtfully at her and then quickly seated himself over against + her.</p> + <p>"All? I will. It will be no new thing to you;" and as Clementina raised her eyes + curiously to his, <a name="page290" id="page290"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 290]</span> he met her gaze and so spoke the rest looking at her with her own direct + gaze.</p> + <p>"Why did he ask no question, seeing me disordered, wounded, a bandit, for all he + knew, with a murder on my hands? Because thirty years before Count Philip Christopher + von Königsmarck had come in just that same way over the lawn to the window, and + had sat by that log-fire and charmed the old gentleman into an envy by his + incomparable elegance and wit."</p> + <p>"Königsmarck!" exclaimed the girl. She knew the history of that brilliant and + baleful adventurer at the Court of Hanover. "He came as you did, and wounded?"</p> + <p>"The Princess Sophia Dorothea was visiting the Duke of Würtemberg," Wogan + explained, and Clementina nodded.</p> + <p>"Count Otto von Ahlen, my host," he continued, "had a momentary thought that I was + Königsmarck mysteriously returned as he had mysteriously vanished; and through + these thirty years' retention of his youth, Count Otto could never think of + Königsmarck but as a man young and tossed in a froth of passion. He would have + it to the end that I had escaped from such venture as had Königsmarck; he would + have it my wounds were the mere offset to a love well worth them; he <i>would</i> + envy me. 'Passion,' said he, 'without passion there can be no great thing.'"</p> + <p>"And the saying lived in your thoughts," cried Clementina. "I do not wonder. + 'Without passion <a name="page291" id="page291"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 291]</span> there can be no great thing!' Can books teach a man so much?"</p> + <p>"Nay, it was an hour's talk with Königsmarck which set the old man's thoughts + that way; and though Königsmarck talked never so well, I would not likely infer + from his talk an eternal and universal truth. Count Otto left me alone while he + fetched me food, and he left me in a panic."</p> + <p>"A panic?" said Clementina, with a little laugh. "You!"</p> + <p>"Yes. That first mistake of me for Königsmarck, that insistence that my case + was Königsmarck's—"</p> + <p>"There was a shadow of truth in it—even then?" said Clementina, suddenly + leaning across the table towards him. Wogan strove not to see the light of her joy + suddenly sparkling in her eyes.</p> + <p>"I sat alone, feeling the ghost of Königsmarck in the room with me," he + resumed quickly, and his voice dropped, and he looked round the little cabin. + Clementina looked round quickly too. Then their eyes met again. "I heard his voice + menacing me. 'For love of a queen I lived. For love of a queen I died most horribly; + and it would have gone better with the queen had she died the same death at the same + time—'" And Clementina interrupted him with a cry which was fierce.</p> + <p>"Ah, who can say that, and know it for the truth—except the Queen? You must + ask her in her prison at Ahlden, and that you cannot do. She has her memories maybe. + Maybe she has built herself within these thirty years a world of thought so <a + name="page292" id="page292"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 292]</span> real, it makes + her gaolers shadows, and that prison a place of no account, save that it gives her + solitude and is so more desirable than a palace. I can imagine it;" and then she + stopped, and her voice dropped to the low tone which Wogan had used.</p> + <p>"You looked round you but now and most fearfully. Is Königsmarck's spirit + here?"</p> + <p>"No," exclaimed Wogan; "I would to God it were! I would I felt its memories + chilling me as they chilled me that night! But I cannot. I cannot as much as hear a + whisper. All the heavens are dumb," he cried.</p> + <p>"And the earth waits," said Clementina.</p> + <p>She did not move, neither did Wogan. They both sat still as statues. They had come + to the great crisis of their destiny. A change of posture, a gesture, an assumed + expression which might avert the small, the merely awkward indiscretions of the + tongue, they both knew to be futile. It was in the mind of each of them that somehow + without their participation the truth would out that night; for the dawn was so long + in coming.</p> + <p>"All the way up from Peri," said Wogan, suddenly, "I strove to make real to myself + the ignominy, the odium, the scandal."</p> + <p>"But you could not," said Clementina, with a nod of comprehension, as though that + inability was a thing familiar to her.</p> + <p>"When I reached the hut, and saw that fan of light spreading from the window, as + it spread over the lawn beyond Stuttgart, I remembered Otto von <a name="page293" + id="page293"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 293.]</span> Ahlen and his talk of + Königsmarck. I tried to hear the menaces."</p> + <p>"But you could not."</p> + <p>"No. I saw you through the window," he cried, "stretched out upon that couch, + supple and young and sweet. I saw the lamplight on your hair, searching out the gold + in its dark brown. I could only remember how often I have at nights wakened and + reached out my hands in the vain dream that they would meet in its thick coils, that + I should feel its silk curl and nestle about my fingers. There's the truth out, + though it's a familiar truth to you ever since I held you in my arms beneath the + stars upon the road to Ala."</p> + <p>"It was known to me a day before," said she; "but it was known to you so long ago + as that night in the garden."</p> + <p>"Oh, before then," cried Wogan.</p> + <p>"When? Let the whole truth be known, since we know so much."</p> + <p>"Why, on that first day at Ohlau."</p> + <p>"In the great hall. I stood by the fire and raised my head, and our eyes met. I do + remember."</p> + <p>"But I had no thought ever to let you know. I was the King's man-at-arms, as I am + now;" and he burst into a harsh laugh. "Here's madness! The King's man-at-arms dumps + him down in the King's chair! I had a thought to live to you, if you understand, as a + man writes a poem to his mistress, to make my life the poem, an unsigned poem that + you would never read, and yet unsigned, unread, <a name="page294" + id="page294"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 294]</span> would make its creator glad + and fill his days. And here's the poem!" and at that a great cry of terror leaped + from Clementina's lips and held them both aghast.</p> + <p>Wogan had risen from his seat; with a violent gesture he had thrown back his + cloak, and his coat beneath was stained and dark with blood. Clementina stood + opposite to him, all her quiet and her calmness gone. There was no longer any mystery + in her eyes. Her bosom rose and fell; she pointed a trembling hand towards his + breast.</p> + <p>"You are hurt. Again for love of me you are hurt."</p> + <p>"It is not my wound," he answered. "It is blood I spilt for you;" he took a step + towards her, and in a second she was between his arms, sobbing with all the violence + of passion which she had so long restrained. Wogan was wrung by it. That she should + weep at all was a thought strange to him; that he should cause the tears was a sorrow + which tortured him. He touched her hair with his lips, he took her by the arms and + would have set her apart; but she clung to him, hiding her face, and the sobs shook + her. Her breast was strained against him, he felt the beating of her heart, a fever + ran through all his blood. And as he held her close, a queer inconsequential thought + came into his mind. It shocked him, and he suddenly held her off.</p> + <p>"The blood upon my coat is wet," he cried. The odium, the scandal of a flight + which would make her name a byword from London to Budapest, that <a name="page295" + id="page295"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 295]</span> he could envisage; but that + this blood upon his coat should stain the dress she wore—no! He saw indeed that + the bodice was smeared a dark red.</p> + <p>"See, the blood stains you!" he cried.</p> + <p>"Why, then, I share it," she answered with a ringing voice of pride. "I share it + with you;" and she smiled through her tears and a glowing blush brightened upon her + face. She stood before him, erect and beautiful. Through Wogan's mind there tripped a + procession of delicate ladies who would swoon gracefully at the sight of a pricked + finger.</p> + <p>"That's John Sobieski speaking," he exclaimed, and with an emphasis of despair, + "Poland's King! But I was mad! Indeed, I blame myself."</p> + <p>"Blame!" she cried passionately, her whole nature rising in revolt against the + word. "Are we to blame? We are man and woman. Who shall cast the stone? Are you to + blame for that you love me? Who shall blame you? Not I, who thank you from my heart. + Am I to blame? What have we hearts for, then, if not to love? I have a + thought—it may be very wrong. I do not know. I do not trouble to + think—that I should be much more to blame did I not love you too. There's the + word spoken at the last," and she lowered her head.</p> + <p>Even at that moment her gesture struck upon Wogan as strange. It occurred to him + that he had never before seen her drop her eyes from his. He had an intuitive fancy + that she would never do it but as a deliberate token of submission. Nor was <a + name="page296" id="page296"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 296]</span> he wrong. Her + next words told him it was her white flag of surrender.</p> + <p>"I believe the spoken truth is best," she said simply in a low voice which ever so + slightly trembled. "Unspoken and yet known by both of us, I think it would breed + thoughts and humours we are best without. Unspoken our eyes would question, each to + other, at every meeting; there would be no health in our thoughts. But here's the + truth out, and I am glad—in whichever way you find its consequence."</p> + <p>She stood before him with her head bent. She made no movement save with her hands, + which worked together slowly and gently.</p> + <p>"In whichever way—I—?" repeated Wogan.</p> + <p>"Yes," she answered. "There is Bologna. Say that Bologna is our goal. I shall go + with you to Bologna. There is Venice and the sea. Bid me go, then; hoist a poor scrap + of a sail in an open boat. I shall adventure over the wide seas with you. What will + you do?"</p> + <p>Wogan drew a long breath. The magnitude of the submission paralysed him. The + picture which she evoked was one to blind him as with a glory of sunlight. He + remained silent for a while. Then he said timidly,—</p> + <p>"There is Ohlau."</p> + <p>The girl shivered. The name meant her father, her mother, their grief, the + disgrace upon her home. But she answered only with her question,—</p> + <p>"What will you do?"</p> + <a name="page297" id="page297"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 297]</span> + <p>"You would lose a throne," he said, and even while he spoke was aware that such a + plea had not with her now the weight of thistledown.</p> + <p>"You would become the mock of Europe,—you that are its wonder;" and he saw + the corner of her lip curve in a smile of scorn.</p> + <p>"What will you do?" she asked, and he ceased to argue. It was he who must decide; + she willed it so. He turned towards the door of the hut and opened it. As he passed + through, he heard her move behind, and looking over his shoulder, he saw that she + leaned down upon the table and kissed the pistol which he had left loaded there. He + stepped out of the cabin and closed the door behind him.</p> + <p>The dark blue of the sky had faded to a pure and pearly colour; a colourless grey + light invaded it; the pale stars were drowning; and all about him the trees shivered + to the morning. Wogan walked up and down that little plateau, torn by indecision. + Inside the sheltered cabin sat waiting the girl, whose destiny was in his hands. He + had a sentence to speak, and by it the flow of all her years would be irrevocably + ordered. She had given herself over to him,—she, with her pride, her courage, + her endurance. Wogan had seen too closely into her heart to bring any foolish charge + of unmaidenliness against her. No, the very completeness of her submission raised her + to a higher pinnacle. If she gave herself, she did so without a condition or a + reserve, body and bone, heart and soul. Wogan knew amongst the women of his time many + who made <a name="page298" id="page298"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 298]</span> + their bargain with the world, buying a semblance of esteem with a double payment of + lies. This girl stood apart from them. She loved, therefore she entrusted herself + simply to the man she loved, and bade him dispose of her. That very simplicity was + another sign of her strength. She was the more priceless on account of it. He went + back into the hut. Through the chinks of the shutter the morning stretched a grey + finger; the room was filled with a vaporous twilight.</p> + <p>"We travel to Bologna," said he. "I will not have you wasted. Other women may + slink into kennels and stop their ears—not you. The King is true to you. You + are for the King."</p> + <p>As she had not argued before, she did not argue now. She nodded her head and + fastened her cloak about her throat. She followed him out of the hut and down the + gorge. In the northeast the sky already flamed, and the sun was up before they + reached the road. They walked silently towards Peri, and Wogan was wondering whether + in her heart she despised him when she stopped.</p> + <p>"I am to marry the King," said she.</p> + <p>"Yes," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"But you?" she said with her brows in a frown; "there is no compulsion on you to + marry—anyone."</p> + <p>Wogan was relieved of his fears. He broke into a laugh, to which she made no + reply. She still waited frowning for his answer.</p> + <p>"No woman," he said, "will ride on my black <a name="page299" + id="page299"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 299]</span> horse into my city of dreams. + You may be very sure I will not marry."</p> + <p>"No. I would not have you married."</p> + <p>Wogan laughed again, but Clementina was very serious. That she had no right to + make any such claim did not occur to her. She was merely certain and resolved that + Wogan must not marry. She did not again refer to the matter, nor could she so have + done had she wished. For a little later and while they were not yet come to Peri, + they were hailed from behind, and turning about they saw Gaydon and O'Toole riding + after them. O'Toole had his story to tell. Gaydon and he had put the courier to bed + and taken his clothes and his money, and after the fellow had waked up, they had sat + for a day in the bedroom keeping him quiet and telling the landlord he was very ill. + O'Toole finished his story as they came to Peri. They went boldly to the Cervo Inn, + where all traces of the night's conflict had been removed, and neither Wogan nor the + landlady thought it prudent to make any mention of the matter; they waited for Misset + and his wife, who came the next day. And thus reunited they passed one evening into + the streets of Bologna and stopped at the Pilgrim Inn.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page300" id="page300"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 300]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> + <p>In the parlour of the Pilgrim Inn the four friends took their leave of the + Princess. She could not part from them lightly; she spoke with a faltering + voice:—</p> + <p>"Five days ago I was in prison at Innspruck, perpetually harassed and with no hope + of release but in you. Now I am in Bologna, and free. I could not believe that any + girl could find such friends except in fairyland. You make the world very sweet and + clean to me. I should thank you. See my tears fall! Will you take them for my thanks? + I have no words which can tell as much of my thoughts towards you. My little woman I + keep with me, but to you gentlemen I would gladly give a token each, so that you may + know I will never forget, and so that you too may keep for me a home within your + memories." To Major Gaydon she gave a ring from off her finger, to Captain Misset a + chain which she wore about her neck, to O'Toole, "her six feet four," as she said + between laughter and tears, her watch. Each with a word of homage took his leave. + Clementina spoke to Wogan last of all, and when the room was empty but for these + two.</p> + <p>"To you, my friend," said she, "I give nothing. There is no need. But I ask for + something. I <a name="page301" id="page301"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 301]</span> + would be in debt to you still deeper than I am. I ask for a handkerchief which I + dropped from my shoulders one evening under the stars upon the road to Ala."</p> + <p>Wogan bowed to her without a word. He drew the handkerchief from his breast + slowly.</p> + <p>"It is true," said he; "I have no right to it;" and he gave it back. But his voice + showed that he was hurt.</p> + <p>"You do not understand," said she, with a great gentleness. "You have every right + which the truest loyalty can confer. I ask you for this handkerchief, because I think + at times to wear it in memory of a white stone on which I could safely set my foot, + for the stone was not straw."</p> + <p>Wogan could not trust his voice to answer her. He took her hand to lift it to his + lips.</p> + <p>"No," said she; "as at Innspruck, an honest handclasp, if you please."</p> + <p>Wogan joined his three companions in the road, and they stood together for a + little, recounting to one another the incidents of the flight.</p> + <p>"Here's a great work ended," said Gaydon at last.</p> + <p>"We shall be historical," said O'Toole. "It is my one ambition. I want to figure + in the history-books and be a great plague and nuisance to children at school. I + would sooner be cursed daily by schoolboys than have any number of golden statues in + galleries. It means the more solid reputation;" and then he became silent. Gaydon + had, besides <a name="page302" id="page302"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 302]</span> + his joy at the rescue of Clementina, a private satisfaction that matters which were + none of his business had had no uncomfortable issue. Misset, too, was thankful for + that his wife had come safely to the journey's end. O'Toole alone had a weight upon + his mind; and when Gaydon said, "Well, we may go to bed and sleep without alarms till + sundown to-morrow," he remarked,—</p> + <p>"There's Jenny. It was on my account she ventured with us."</p> + <p>"That's true," said Wogan; "but we shall put an end to her captivity, now we are + safe at Bologna. I have friends here who can serve me so far, I have no doubt."</p> + <p>O'Toole was willing to leave the matter in Wogan's hands. If Wogan once pledged + himself to Jenny's release, why, Jenny <i>was</i> released; and he went to bed now + with a quite equable mind. Wogan hurried off to the palace of the Cardinal Origo, + whom he found sitting at his supper. The Cardinal welcomed Wogan back very + warmly.</p> + <p>"I trust, your Eminence," said Wogan, "that Farini is now at Bologna."</p> + <p>"You come in the nick of time," replied the Cardinal. "This is his last week. + There is a great demand for the seats; but you will see to it, Mr. Wogan, that the + box is in the first tier."</p> + <p>"There was to be a dinner, too, if I recollect aright. I have not dined for days. + Your Eminence, I shall be extraordinarily hungry."</p> + <p>"You will order what you will, Mr. Wogan. I <a name="page303" + id="page303"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 303]</span> am a man of a small appetite + and have no preferences."</p> + <p>"Your Eminence's cook will be the better judge of what is seasonable. Your + Eminence will be the more likely to secure the box in the first tier. Shall we fix a + day? To-morrow, if it please you. To-morrow I shall have the honour, then, to be your + Eminence's guest."</p> + <p>The Cardinal started up from the table and stared at his visitor.</p> + <p>"You are jesting," said he.</p> + <p>"So little," replied Wogan, "that her Highness, the Princess Clementina, is now at + the Pilgrim Inn at Bologna."</p> + <p>"In Bologna!" cried the Cardinal; and he stood frowning in a great perturbation of + spirit. "This is great news," he said, but in a doubtful voice which Wogan did not + understand. "This is great news, to be sure;" and he took a turn or two across the + room.</p> + <p>"Not wholly pleasant news, one might almost think," said Wogan, in some + perplexity.</p> + <p>"Never was better news," exclaimed the Cardinal, hastily,—a trifle too + hastily, it seemed to Wogan. "But it surprises one. Even the King did not expect this + most desirable issue. For the King's in Spain. It is that which troubles me. Her + Highness comes to Bologna, and the King's in Spain."</p> + <p>"Yes," said Wogan, with a wary eye upon his Eminence. "Why is the King in + Spain?"</p> + <a name="page304" id="page304"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 304]</span> + <p>"There is pressing business in Spain,—an expedition from Cadiz. The King's + presence there was urged most earnestly. He had no hope you would succeed. I myself + have some share in the blame. I did not hide from you my thought, Mr. Wogan."</p> + <p>Wogan was not all reassured. He could not but remember that the excuse for the + King's absence which the Cardinal now made to him was precisely that which he himself + had invented to appease Clementina at Innspruck. It was the simple, natural excuse + which came first of all to the tongue's tip, but—but it did not satisfy. There + was, besides, too much flurry and agitation in the Cardinal's manner. Even now that + he was taking snuff, he spilled the most of it from the trembling of his fingers. + Moreover, he must give reason upon reason for his perturbation the while he let his + supper get cold.</p> + <p>"Her Highness I cannot but feel will have reason to think slightly of our welcome. + A young girl, she will expect, and rightly, something more of ceremony as her + due."</p> + <p>"Your Eminence does not know her," interrupted Wogan, with some sharpness. His + Eminence was adroit enough to seize the occasion of ending a conversation which was + growing with every minute more embarrassing.</p> + <p>"I shall make haste to repair my defect," said he. "I beg you to present my duty + to her Highness and to request her to receive me to-morrow at <a name="page305" + id="page305"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 305]</span> ten. By that, I will hope to + have discovered a lodging more suitable to her dignity."</p> + <p>Wogan made his prayer for the Pope's intervention on Jenny's behalf and then + returned to the Pilgrim Inn, dashed and fallen in spirit. He had thought that their + troubles were at an end, but here was a new difficulty at which in truth he rather + feared to guess. The Chevalier's departure to Spain had been a puzzle to him before; + he remembered now that the Chevalier had agreed with reluctance to his enterprise, + and had never been more than lukewarm in its support. That reluctance, that + lukewarmness, he had attributed to a natural habit of discouragement; but the + evasiveness of Cardinal Origo seemed to propose a different explanation. Wogan would + not guess at it.</p> + <p>"The King is to marry the Princess," said he, fiercely. "I brought her out of + Innspruck to Bologna. The King must marry the Princess;" and, quite unawares, he set + off running towards the inn. As he drew near to it, he heard a confused noise of + shouting. He quickened his pace, and rushing out of the mouth of a side street into + the square where the inn stood, came suddenly to a stop. The square was filled with a + great mob of people, and in face of the inn the crowd was so thick Wogan could have + walked upon the shoulders. Many of the people carried blazing torches, which they + waved in the air, dropping the burning resin upon their companions; others threw + their hats skywards; here were boys beating drums, and grown men <a name="page306" + id="page306"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 306]</span> blowing upon toy trumpets; and + all were shouting and cheering with a deafening enthusiasm. The news of the + Princess's arrival had spread like wildfire through the town. Wogan's spirits rose at + a bound. Here was a welcome very different from the Cardinal's. Wogan rejoiced in the + good sense of the citizens of Bologna who could appreciate the great qualities of his + chosen woman. Their enthusiasm did them credit; he could have embraced them one by + one.</p> + <p>He strove to push his way towards the door, but he would hardly have pierced + through that throng had not a man by the light of a torch recognised him and bawled + out his name. He was lifted shoulder high in a second; he was passed from hand to + hand over the heads of the people; he was set tenderly down in the very doorway of + the Pilgrim Inn, and he found Clementina at the window of an unlighted room gazing + unperceived at the throng.</p> + <p>"Here's a true welcome, madam," said he, cordially, with his thoughts away upon + that bluff of hillside where the acclamations had seemed so distant and unreal. It is + possible that they seemed of small account to Clementina now, for though they rang in + ears and were visible to her eyes, she sat quite unmoved by them.</p> + <p>"This is one tiny square in a little town," he continued. "But its shouts will + ring across Europe;" and she turned her head to him and said quietly,—</p> + <p>"The King is still in Spain, is he not?"</p> + <a name="page307" id="page307"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 307]</span> + <p>Wogan's enthusiasm was quenched in alarm. Her voice had rung, for all its + quietude, with pride. What if she guessed what he for one would not let his wildest + fancy dwell upon? Wogan repeated to himself the resolve which he had made, though + with an alteration. "The King must marry the Princess," he had said; now he said, + "The Princess must marry the King."</p> + <p>He began hurriedly to assure her that the King had doubted his capacity to bring + the enterprise to a favourable issue, but that now he would without doubt return. + Cardinal Origo would tell her more upon that head if she would be good enough to + receive him at ten in the morning; and while Wogan was yet speaking, a torch waved, + and amongst that close-pressed throng of faces below him in the street, one sprang to + his view with a remarkable distinctness, a face most menacing and vindictive. It was + the face of Harry Whittington. Just for a second it shone out, angles and lines so + clearly revealed that it was as though the crowd had vanished, and that one contorted + face glared alone at the windows in a flare of hell-fire.</p> + <p>Clementina saw the face too, for she drew back instinctively within the curtains + of the window.</p> + <p>"The man at Peri," said she, in a whisper.</p> + <p>"Your Highness will pardon me," exclaimed Wogan, and he made a movement towards + the door. Then he stopped, hesitated for a second, and came back. He had a question + to put, as difficult perhaps as ever lips had to frame.</p> + <a name="page308" id="page308"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 308]</span> + <p>"At Peri," he said in a stumbling voice, "I waked from a dream and saw that man, + bird-like and cunning, watching over the rim of the stairs. I was dreaming that a + star out of heaven stooped towards me, that a woman's face shone out of the star's + bright heart, that her lips deigned to bend downwards to my earth. And I wonder, I + wonder whether those cunning eyes had cunning enough to interpret my dream."</p> + <p>And Clementina answered him simply,—</p> + <p>"I think it very likely that they had so much skill;" and Wogan ran down the + stairs into the street. He forced his way through the crowd to the point where + Whittington's face had shown, but his hesitation, his question, had consumed time. + Whittington had vanished. Nor did he appear again for some while in Bologna. Wogan + searched for him high and low. Here was another difficulty added to the reluctance of + his King, the pride of his Queen. Whittington had a piece of dangerous knowledge, and + could not be found. Wogan said nothing openly of the man's treachery, though he kept + very safely the paper in which that treachery was confessed. But he did not cease + from his search. He was still engaged upon it when he received the summons from + Cardinal Origo. He hurried to the palace, wondering what new thing had befallen, and + was at once admitted to the Cardinal. It was no bad thing, at all events, as Wogan + could judge from the Cardinal's smiling face.</p> + <p>"Mr. Wogan," said he, "our Holy Father the <a name="page309" + id="page309"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 309]</span> Pope wishes to testify his + approbation of your remarkable enterprise on behalf of a princess who is his + god-daughter. He bids me hand you, therefore, your patent of Roman Senator, and + request you to present yourself at the Capitol in Rome on June 15, when you will be + installed with all the ancient ceremonies."</p> + <p>Wogan thanked his Eminence dutifully, but laid the patent on the table.</p> + <p>"You hardly know what you refuse," said his Eminence. "The Holy Father has no + greater honour to bestow, and, believe me, he bestows it charily."</p> + <p>"Nay, your Eminence," said Wogan, "I do not undervalue so high a distinction. But + I had three friends with me who shared every danger. I cannot accept an honour which + they do not share; for indeed they risked more than I did. For they hold service + under the King of France."</p> + <p>The Cardinal was pleased to compliment Wogan upon his loyalty to his friends.</p> + <p>"They shall not be the losers," said he. "I think I may promise indeed that each + will have a step in rank, and I do not doubt that when the Holy Father hears what you + have said to me, I shall have three other patents like to this;" and he locked + Wogan's away in a drawer.</p> + <p>"And what of the King in Spain?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>"I sent a messenger thither on the night of your coming," said the Cardinal; "but + it is a long journey into Spain. We must wait."</p> + <a name="page310" id="page310"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 310]</span> + <p>To Wogan it seemed the waiting would never end. The Cardinal had found a little + house set apart from the street with a great garden of lawns and cedar-trees and + laurels; and in that garden now fresh with spring flowers and made private by high + walls, the Princess passed her days. Wogan saw her but seldom during this time, but + each occasion sent him back to his lodging in a fever of anxiety. She had grown + silent, and her silence alarmed him. She had lost the sparkling buoyancy of her + spirits. Mrs. Misset, who attended her, told him that she would sit for long whiles + with a red spot burning in each cheek. Wogan feared that her pride was chafing her + gentleness, that she guessed there was reluctance in the King's delay. "But she must + marry the King," he still persevered in declaring. Her hardships, her imprisonment, + her perilous escape, the snows of Innspruck,—these were known now; and if at + the last the end for which they had been endured—Wogan broke off from his + reflections to hear the world laughing. The world would not think; it would laugh. + "For her own sake she must marry," he cried, as he paced about his rooms. "For ours, + too, for a country's sake;" and he looked northwards towards England. But "for her + own sake" was the reason uppermost in his thoughts.</p> + <p>But the days passed. The three promised patents came from Rome, and Cardinal Origo + unlocked the drawer and joined Wogan's to them. He presented all four at the same + time.</p> + <a name="page311" id="page311"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 311]</span> + <p>"The patents carry the titles of 'Excellency,'" said he.</p> + <p>O'Toole beamed with delight.</p> + <p>"Sure," said he, "I will have a toga with the arms of the O'Tooles embroidered on + the back, to appear in at the Capitol. It is on June 15, your Eminence. Upon my soul, + I have not much time;" and he grew thoughtful.</p> + <p>"A toga will hardly take a month, even with the embroidery, which I do not greatly + recommend," said the Cardinal, drily.</p> + <p>"I was not at the moment thinking of the toga," said O'Toole, gloomily.</p> + <p>"And what of the King in Spain?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>"We must wait, my friend," said the Cardinal.</p> + <p>In a week there was brought to Wogan one morning a letter in the King's hand. He + fingered it for a little, not daring to break the seal. When he did break it, he read + a great many compliments upon his success, and after the compliments a statement that + the marriage should take place at Montefiascone as soon as the King could depart from + Spain, and after that statement, a declaration that since her Highness's position was + not meanwhile one that suited either her dignity or the love the King had for her, a + marriage by proxy should take place at Bologna. The Chevalier added that he had + written to Cardinal Origo to make the necessary arrangements for the ceremony, and he + appointed herewith Mr. Charles Wogan to act as his proxy, in recognition of his great + services.</p> + <a name="page312" id="page312"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 312]</span> + <p>Wogan felt a natural distaste for the part he was to take in the ceremony. To + stand up before the Cardinal and take Clementina's hand in his, and speak another's + marriage vows and receive hers as another's deputy,—there was a certain mockery + in the situation for which he had no liking. The memory of the cabin on the + mountain-side was something too near. But, at all events, the King was to marry the + Princess, and Wogan's distaste was swallowed up in a great relief. There would be no + laughter rippling over Europe like the wind over a field of corn. He stood by his + window in the spring sunshine with a great contentment of spirit, and then there came + a loud rapping on his door.</p> + <p>He caught his breath; he grew white with a sudden fear; you would have thought it + was his heart that was knocked upon. For there was another side to the business. The + King would marry the Princess; but how would the Princess take this marriage by proxy + and the King's continued absence? She had her pride, as he knew well. The knocking + was repeated. Wogan in a voice of suspense bade his visitor enter. The visitor was + one of her Highness's new servants. "Without a doubt," thought Wogan, "she has + received a letter by the same messenger who brought me mine."</p> + <p>The servant handed him a note from the Princess, begging him to attend on her at + once. "She must marry the King," said Wogan to himself. He took his hat and cane, and + followed the servant into the street.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page313" id="page313"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 313]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> + <p>Wogan was guided through the streets to the mouth of a blind alley, at the bottom + of which rose a high garden wall, and over the wall the smoking chimneys of a house + among the tops of many trees freshly green, which shivered in the breeze and shook + the sunlight from their leaves. This alley, from the first day when the Princess came + to lodge in the house, had worn to Wogan a familiar air; and this morning, as he + pondered dismally whether, after all, those laborious months since he had ridden + hopefully out of Bologna to Ohlau were to bear no fruit, he chanced to remember why. + He had passed that alley at the moment of grey dawn, when he was starting out upon + this adventure, and he had seen a man muffled in a cloak step from its mouth and + suddenly draw back as his horse's hoofs rang in the silent street, as though to elude + recognition. Wogan wondered for a second who at that time had lived in the house; but + he was admitted through a door in the wall and led into a little room with French + windows opening on a lawn. The garden seen from here was a wealth of white blossoms + and yellow, and amongst them Clementina paced alone, the richest and the whitest + blossom of them all. She <a name="page314" id="page314"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 314]</span> was dressed simply in a white gown of muslin and a little three-cornered + hat of straw; but Wogan knew as he advanced towards her that it was not merely the + hat which threw the dark shadow on her face.</p> + <p>She took a step or two towards him and began at once without any friendly greeting + in a cold, formal voice,—</p> + <p>"You have received a letter this morning from his Majesty?"</p> + <p>"Yes, your Highness."</p> + <p>"Why does the King linger in Spain?"</p> + <p>"The expedition from Cadiz—"</p> + <p>"Which left harbour a week ago. Well, Mr. Wogan," she asked in biting tones, "how + does that expedition now on the high seas detain his Majesty in Spain?"</p> + <p>Wogan was utterly dumfounded. He stood and gazed at her, a great trouble in his + eyes, and his wits with that expedition all at sea.</p> + <p>"Is your Highness sure?" he babbled.</p> + <p>"Oh, indeed, most sure," she replied with the hardest laugh which he had ever + heard from a woman's lips.</p> + <p>"I did not know," he said in dejection, and she took a step nearer to him, and her + cheeks flamed.</p> + <p>"Is that the truth?" she asked, her voice trembling with anger. "You did not + know?"</p> + <p>And Wogan understood that the real trouble with her at this moment was not so much + the King's delay in Spain as a doubt whether he himself had played with her and + spoken her false. For if he was proved <a name="page315" id="page315"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 315]</span> untrue here, why, he might have been untrue + throughout, on the stairway at Innspruck, on the road to Ala, in the hut on the bluff + of the hills. He could see how harshly the doubt would buffet her pride, how it would + wound her to the soul.</p> + <p>"It is the truth," he answered; "you will believe it. I pledge my soul upon it. + Lay your hand in mine. I will repeat it standing so. Could I speak false with your + hand close in mine?"</p> + <p>He held out his hand; she did not move, nor did her attitude of distrust + relent.</p> + <p>"Could you not?" she asked icily.</p> + <p>Wogan was baffled; he was angered. "Have I ever told you lies?" he asked + passionately, and she answered, "Yes," and steadily looked him in the face.</p> + <p>The monosyllable quenched him like a pail of cold water. He stood silent, + perplexed, trying to remember.</p> + <p>"When?" he asked.</p> + <p>"In the berlin between Brixen and Wellishmile."</p> + <p>Wogan remembered that he had told her of his city of dreams. But it was plainly + not to that that she referred. He shrugged his shoulders.</p> + <p>"I cannot remember."</p> + <p>"You told me of an attack made upon a Scottish town, what time the King was there + in the year '15. He forced a passage through nine grenadiers with loaded muskets and + escaped over the roof-tops, where he played a game of hide-and-seek among the + chimneys. Ah, you remember the story now. There <a name="page316" + id="page316"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 316]</span> was a chain, I remember, which + even then as you told of it puzzled me. He threw the chain over the head of one of + those nine grenadiers, and crossing his arms jerked it tight about the man's neck, + stifling his cry of warning. 'What chain?' I asked, and you answered,—oh, sir, + with a practised readiness,—'The chain he wore about his neck.' Do you remember + that? The chain linked your hand-locks, Mr. Wogan. It was your own escape of which + you told me. Why did you ascribe your exploits to your King?"</p> + <p>"Your Highness," he said, "we know the King, we who have served him day in and day + out for years. We can say freely to each other, 'The King's achievements, they are to + come.' We were in Scotland with him, and we know they will not fail to come. But with + you it's different. You did not know him. You asked what he had done, and I told you. + You asked for more. You said, 'Amongst his throng of adventurers, each of whom has + something to his credit, what has he, the chief adventurer?'"</p> + <p>"Well, sir, why not the truth in answer to the question?"</p> + <p>"Because the truth's unfair to him."</p> + <p>"And was the untruth fair to me?"</p> + <p>Mr. Wogan was silent.</p> + <p>"I think I understand," she continued bitterly; "you thought, here's a foolish + girl, aflame for knights and monsters overthrown. She cries for deeds, not + statecraft. Well, out of your many, you <a name="page317" id="page317"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 317]</span> would toss her one, and call it the King's. You could + afford the loss, and she, please God, would be content with it." She spoke with an + extraordinary violence in a low, trembling voice, and she would not listen to Wogan's + stammered interruption.</p> + <p>"Very likely, too, the rest of your words to me was of a piece. I was a girl, and + girls are to have gallant speeches given to them like so many lollipops. Oh, but you + have hurt me beyond words. I would not have thought I could have suffered so much + pain!"</p> + <p>That last cry wrung Wogan's heart. She turned away from him with the tears + brimming in her eyes. It was this conjecture of hers which he had dreaded, which at + all costs he must dispel.</p> + <p>"Do not believe it!" he exclaimed. "Think! Should I have been at so much pains to + refrain from speech, if speech was what I had intended?"</p> + <p>"How should I know but what that concealment was part of the gallantry, a + necessary preface to the pretty speeches?"</p> + <p>"Should I have urged your rescue on the King had I believed you what you will have + it that I did,—a mere witless girl to be pampered with follies?"</p> + <p>"Then you admit," she cried, "you <i>urged</i> the King."</p> + <p>"Should I have travelled over Europe to search for a wife and lit on you? Should I + have ridden to Ohlau and pestered your father till he yielded? Should I have ridden + across Europe to Strasbourg? Should I have endangered my friends in the rush <a + name="page318" id="page318"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 318]</span> to Innspruck? + No, no, no! From first to last you were the chosen woman."</p> + <p>The vehemence and fire of sincerity with which he spoke had its effect on her. She + turned again towards him with a gleam of hopefulness in her face, but midway in the + turn she stopped.</p> + <p>"You spoke to me words which I have not forgotten," she said doubtfully. "You said + the King had need of me. I will be frank, hoping that you will match my frankness. On + that morning when we climbed down the gorge, and ever since I cheered myself with + that one thought. The King had need of me."</p> + <p>"Never was truer word spoken," said Wogan, stoutly.</p> + <p>"Then why is the King in Spain?"</p> + <p>They had come back to the first question. Wogan had no new answer to it. He + said,—</p> + <p>"I do not know."</p> + <p>For a moment or two Clementina searched his eyes. It seemed in the end that she + was satisfied he spoke the truth. For she said in a voice of greater + gentleness,—</p> + <p>"Then I will acquaint you. Will you walk with me for half a mile?"</p> + <p>Wogan bowed, and followed her out of the garden. He could not think whither she + was leading him, or for what purpose. She walked without a word to him, he followed + without a question, and so pacing with much dignity they came to the steps of a great + house. Then Clementina halted.</p> + <a name="page319" id="page319"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 319]</span> + <p>"Sir," said she, "can you put a name to the house?"</p> + <p>"Upon my word, your Highness, I cannot."</p> + <p>"It is the Caprara Palace," said she, suddenly, and suddenly she bent her eyes + upon Wogan. The name, however, conveyed no meaning whatever to him, and his blank + face told her so clearly. She nodded in a sort of approval. "No," she said, + relenting, "you did not know."</p> + <p>She mounted the steps, and knocking upon the door was admitted by an old broken + serving-man, who told her that the Princess Caprara was away. It was permitted him, + however, to show the many curiosities and treasures of the palace to such visitors as + desired it. Clementina did desire it. The old man led her and her companion to the + armoury, where he was for spending much time and breath over the trophies which the + distinguished General Caprara had of old rapt from the infidels. But Clementina + quickly broke in upon his garrulity.</p> + <p>"I have a great wish to see the picture gallery," said she, and the old man + tottered onwards through many shrouded and darkened rooms. In the picture gallery he + drew up the blinds and then took a wand in his hand.</p> + <p>"Will you show me first the portrait of Mlle. de Caprara?" said Clementina.</p> + <p>It was a full-length portrait painted with remarkable skill. Maria Vittoria de + Caprara was represented in a black dress, and the warm Italian colouring of her face + made a sort of glow in the <a name="page320" id="page320"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 320]</span> dark picture. Her eyes watched you from the canvas + with so life-like a glance you had a thought when you turned that they turned after + you. Clementina gazed at the picture for a long while, and the blood slowly mounted + on her neck and transfused her cheeks.</p> + <p>"There is a face, Mr. Wogan,—a passionate, beautiful face,—which might + well set a seal upon a man's heart. I do not wonder. I can well believe that though + to-day that face gladdens the streets of Rome, a lover in Spain might see it through + all the thick earth of the Pyrenees. There, sir, I promised to acquaint you why the + King lingered in Spain. I have fulfilled that promise;" and making a present to the + custodian, she walked back through the rooms and down the steps to the street. Wogan + followed her, and pacing with much dignity they walked back to the little house among + the trees, and so came again into the garden of blossoms.</p> + <p>The anger had now gone from her face, but it was replaced by a great + weariness.</p> + <p>"It is strange, is it not," she said with a faltering smile, "that on a spring + morning, beneath this sky, amongst these flowers, I should think with envy of the + snows of Innspruck and my prison there? But I owe you a reparation," she added. "You + said the King had need of me. For that saying of yours I find an apt simile. Call it + a stone on which you bade me set my foot and step. I stepped, and found that your + stone was straw."</p> + <p>"No, madam," cried Wogan.</p> + <a name="page321" id="page321"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 321]</span> + <p>"I had a thought," she continued, "you knew the stone was straw when you commended + it to me as stone. But this morning I have learned my error. I acquit you, and ask + your pardon. You did not know that the King had no need of me." And she bowed to him + as though the conversation was at an end. Wogan, however, would not let her go. He + placed himself in front of her, engrossed in his one thought, "She must marry the + King." He spoke, however, none the less with sincerity when he cried,—</p> + <p>"Nor do I know now—no, and I shall not know."</p> + <p>"You have walked with me to the Caprara Palace this morning. Or did I dream we + walked?"</p> + <p>"What your Highness has shown me to-day I cannot gainsay. For this is the first + time that ever I heard of Mlle. de Caprara. But I am very sure that you draw your + inference amiss. You sit in judgment on the King, not knowing him. You push aside the + firm trust of us who know him as a thing of no account. And because once, in a mood + of remorse at my own presumption, I ascribed one trivial exploit—at the best a + success of muscle and not brain—to the King which was not his, you strip him of + all merit on the instant." He saw that her face flushed. Here, at all events, he had + hit the mark, and he cried out with a ringing confidence,—</p> + <p>"Your stone is stone, not straw."</p> + <p>"Prove it me," said she.</p> + <p>"What do you know of the Princess Caprara at <a name="page322" + id="page322"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 322]</span> the end of it all? You have + told me this morning all you know. I will go bail if the whole truth were out the + matter would take a very different complexion."</p> + <p>Again she said,—</p> + <p>"Prove that to me!" and then she looked over his shoulder. Wogan turned and saw + that a servant was coming from the house across the lawn with a letter on a salver. + The Princess opened the letter and read it. Then she turned again to Wogan.</p> + <p>"His Eminence the Cardinal fixes the marriage in Bologna here for to-day + fortnight. You have thus two weeks wherein to make your word good."</p> + <p>Two weeks, and Wogan had not an idea in his head as to how he was to set about the + business. But he bowed imperturbably.</p> + <p>"Within two weeks I will convince your Highness," said he, and for a good + half-hour he sauntered with her about the garden before he took his leave.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page323" id="page323"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 323]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> + <p>But his thoughts had been busy during that half-hour, and as soon as he had come + out from the mouth of the alley, he ran to Gaydon's lodging. Gaydon, however, was not + in. O'Toole lodged in the same house, and Wogan mounted to his apartments, hoping + there to find news of Gaydon's whereabouts. But O'Toole was taking the air, too, but + Wogan found O'Toole's servant.</p> + <p>"Where will I find Captain O'Toole?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>"You will find his Excellency," said the servant, with a reproachful emphasis upon + the title, "at the little bookseller's in the Piazza."</p> + <p>Wogan sprang down the stairs and hurried to the Piazza, wondering what in the + world O'Toole was doing at a bookseller's. O'Toole was bending over the counter, + which was spread with open books, and Wogan hailed him from the doorway. O'Toole + turned and blushed a deep crimson. He came to the door as if to prevent Wogan's + entrance into the shop. Wogan, however, had but one thought in his head.</p> + <p>"Where shall I find Gaydon?" he asked.</p> + <a name="page324" id="page324"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 324]</span> + <p>"He went towards the Via San Vitale," replied O'Toole.</p> + <p>Wogan set off again, and in an hour came upon Gaydon. He had lost an hour of his + fortnight; with the half-hour during which he had sauntered in the garden, an hour + and a half.</p> + <p>"You went to Rome in the spring," said he. "There you saw the King. Did you see + anyone else by any chance whilst you were in Rome?"</p> + <p>"Edgar," replied Gaydon, with a glance from the tail of his eye which Wogan did + not fail to remark.</p> + <p>"Aha!" said he. "Edgar, to be sure, since you saw the King. But besides Edgar, did + you see anyone else?"</p> + <p>"Whittington," said Gaydon.</p> + <p>"Oho!" said Wogan, thoughtfully. "So you saw my friend Harry Whittington at Rome. + Did you see him with the King?"</p> + <p>Gaydon was becoming manifestly uncomfortable.</p> + <p>"He was waiting for the King," he replied.</p> + <p>"Indeed. And whereabouts was he waiting for the King?"</p> + <p>"Oh, outside a house in Rome," said Gaydon, as though he barely remembered the + incident. "It was no business of mine, that I could see."</p> + <p>"None whatever, to be sure," answered Wogan, cordially. "But why in the world + should Whittington be waiting for the King outside a house in Rome?"</p> + <p>"It was night-time. He carried a lantern."</p> + <p>"Of course, if it was night-time," exclaimed <a name="page325" + id="page325"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 325]</span> Wogan, in his most + unsuspicious accent, "and the King wished to pay a visit to a house in Rome, he would + take an attendant with a lantern. A servant, though, one would have thought, unless, + of course, it was a private sort of visit—"</p> + <p>"It was no business of mine," Gaydon interrupted; "and so I made no inquiries of + Whittington."</p> + <p>"But Whittington did not wait for inquiries, eh?" said Wogan, shrewdly. "You are + hiding something from me, my friend,—something which that good honest simpleton + of a Whittington blurted out to you without the least thought of making any + disclosure. Oh, I know my Whittington. And I know you, too, Dick. I do not blame you. + For when the King goes a-visiting the Princess Caprara privately at night-time while + the girl to whom he is betrothed suffers in prison for her courageous loyalty to him, + and his best friends are risking their heads to set her free, why, there's knowledge + a man would be glad to keep even out of his own hearing. So you see I know more than + you credit me with. So tell me the rest! Don't fob me off. Don't plead it is none of + your business, for, upon my soul, it is." Gaydon suddenly changed his manner. He + spoke with no less earnestness than Wogan,—</p> + <p>"You are in the right. It is my business, and why? Because it touches you, Charles + Wogan, and you are my friend."</p> + <p>"Therefore you will tell me," cried Wogan.</p> + <a name="page326" id="page326"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 326]</span> + <p>"Therefore I will not tell you," answered Gaydon. He had a very keen recollection + of certain pages of poetry he had seen on the table at Schlestadt, of certain + conversations in the berlin when he had feigned to sleep.</p> + <p>Wogan caught him by the arm.</p> + <p>"I must know. Here have I lost two hours out of one poor fortnight. I must + know."</p> + <p>"Why?"</p> + <p>Gaydon stood quite unmoved, and with a remarkable sternness of expression. Wogan + understood that only the truth would unlock his lips, and he cried,—</p> + <p>"Because unless I do, in a fortnight her Highness will refuse to marry the King." + And he recounted to him the walk he had taken and the conversation he had held with + Clementina that morning. Gaydon listened with an unfeigned surprise. The story put + Wogan in quite a different light, and moreover it was told with so much sincerity of + voice and so clear a simplicity of language, Gaydon could not doubt one syllable.</p> + <p>"I am afraid, my friend," said he, "my thoughts have done you some + wrong—"</p> + <p>"Leave me out of them," cried Wogan, impatiently. He had no notion and no desire + to hear what Gaydon meant. "Tell me from first to last what you saw in Rome."</p> + <p>Gaydon told him thereupon of that secret passage from the Chevalier's house into + the back street, and of that promenade to the Princess's house which he <a + name="page327" id="page327"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 327]</span> had spied upon. + Wogan listened without any remark, and yet without any attempt to quicken his + informant. But as soon as he had the story, he set off at a run towards the + Cardinal's palace. "So the Princess," he thought, "had more than a rumour to go upon, + though how she came by her knowledge the devil only knows." At the palace he was told + that the Cardinal was gone to the Archiginnasio.</p> + <p>"I will wait," said Wogan; and he waited in the library for an hour,—another + priceless hour of that swiftly passing fortnight, and he was not a whit nearer to his + end! He made it his business, however, to show a composed face to his Eminence, and + since his Eminence's dinner was ready, to make a pretence of sharing the meal. The + Cardinal was in a mood of great contentment.</p> + <p>"It is your presence, Mr. Wogan, puts me in a good humour," he was pleased to + say.</p> + <p>"Or a certain letter your Eminence received from Spain to-day?" asked Wogan.</p> + <p>"True, the letter was one to cause all the King's friends satisfaction."</p> + <p>"And some few of them, perhaps, relief," said Wogan.</p> + <p>The Cardinal glanced at Wogan, but with a quite impassive countenance. He took a + pinch of snuff and inhaled it delicately. Then he glanced at Wogan again.</p> + <p>"I have a hope, Mr. Wogan," said he, with a great cordiality. "You shall tell me + if it is to fall. I see much of you of late, and I have a hope that you <a + name="page328" id="page328"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 328]</span> are thinking of + the priesthood. We should welcome you very gladly, you may be sure. Who knows but + what there is a Cardinal's hat hung up in the anteroom of the future for you to take + down from its peg?"</p> + <p>The suggestion was sufficiently startling to Wogan, who had thought of nothing + less than of entering into orders. But he was not to be diverted by this piece of + ingenuity.</p> + <p>"Your Eminence," said he, "although I hold myself unworthy of priestly vows, I am + here in truth in the character of a catechist."</p> + <p>"Catechise, then, my friend," said the Cardinal, with a smile.</p> + <p>"First, then, I would ask your Eminence how many of the King's followers have had + the honour of being presented to the Princess Clementina?"</p> + <p>"Very few."</p> + <p>"Might I know the names?"</p> + <p>"To be sure."</p> + <p>Cardinal Origo repeated three or four names. They were the names of men known to + Wogan for irreproachable loyalty. Not one of them would have gone about the Princess + with slanders upon his master; he would have gone bail for them all,—at least, + a month ago he would, he reflected, though now indeed he hardly knew where to put his + trust.</p> + <p>"Her Highness lives, as you know, a very suitable, secluded life," continued + Origo.</p> + <p>"But might not others have had access to her at the Pilgrim Inn?"</p> + <a name="page329" id="page329"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 329]</span> + <p>"Nay, she was there but the one night,—the night of her arrival. I do not + think it likely. For if you remember, I myself went to her early the next morning, + and by a stroke of good luck I had already come upon the little house in the garden + which was offered to me by a friend of yours for her Highness's service."</p> + <p>"On the evening of our arrival? A friend of mine offered you the house," said + Wogan, puzzling over who that friend could be.</p> + <p>"Yes. Harry Whittington."</p> + <p>Wogan started to his feet. So, after all, Whittington was at the bottom of the + trouble. Wogan wondered whether he had done wisely not to publish the fellow's + treachery. But he could not,—no, he had to make his account with the man alone. + There were reasons.</p> + <p>"It was Harry Whittington who offered the house for her Highness's use?" Wogan + exclaimed.</p> + <p>"It was an offer most apt and kind."</p> + <p>"And made on the evening of our arrival?"</p> + <p>"Not an hour after you left me. But you are surprised?"</p> + <p>Wogan was reflecting that on the evening of his arrival, and indeed just before + Whittington made his offer to Origo, he had seen Whittington's face by the torchlight + in the square. That face lived very plainly in Wogan's thoughts. It was certainly not + for Clementina's service that Whittington had offered the house. Wogan resumed his + seat, saying carelessly,—</p> + <a name="page330" id="page330"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 330]</span> + <p>"I was surprised, for I had a notion that Whittington lodged opposite the Torre + Garisenda, and not at the house."</p> + <p>"Nor did he. He hired it for a friend who has now left Bologna."</p> + <p>"Man or woman?" asked Wogan, remembering that visitor who had drawn back into the + alley one early morning of last autumn. The man might very likely have been + Whittington.</p> + <p>"I did not trouble to inquire," said the Cardinal. "But, Mr. Wogan, why do you ask + me these questions?"</p> + <p>"I have not come yet to the end of them," answered Wogan. "There is one more."</p> + <p>"Ask it!" said his Eminence, crossing his legs.</p> + <p>"Will your Eminence oblige me with a history of the affection of Maria Vittoria, + Mlle. de Caprara, for the King?"</p> + <p>The Cardinal uncrossed his legs and bounced in his chair.</p> + <p>"Here is a question indeed!" he stuttered.</p> + <p>"And a history of the King's response to it," continued Wogan, implacably, "with a + particular account of why the King lingers in Spain after the Cadiz expedition has + put out to sea."</p> + <p>Origo was now quite still. His face was pale, and he had lost in an instant that + air of affectation which so contrasted with his broad features.</p> + <p>"This is very dangerous talk," said he, solemnly.</p> + <p>"Not so dangerous as silence."</p> + <p>"Some foolish slanderer has been busy at your ears."</p> + <a name="page331" id="page331"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 331]</span> + <p>"Not at my ears," returned Wogan.</p> + <p>The Cardinal took his meaning. "Is it so, indeed?" said he, thoughtfully, once or + twice. Then he reached out his hand towards an escritoire. "But here's the King's + letter come this morning."</p> + <p>"It is not enough," said Wogan, "for the King lingers in Spain, and the portrait + of Maria Vittoria glows on the walls of the Caprara Palace, whither I was bidden to + escort her Highness this morning."</p> + <p>The Cardinal walked thoughtfully to and fro about the room, but made up his mind + in the end.</p> + <p>"I will tell you the truth of the matter, Mr. Wogan. The King saw Mlle. de Caprara + for the first time while you were searching Europe for a wife for him. He saw her + here one morning at Mass in the Church of the Crucifixion, and came away most silent. + Of their acquaintance I need not speak. The King just for one month became an ardent + youth. He appealed to the Pope for his consent to marry Mlle. de Caprara, and the + Pope consented. The King was just sending off a message to bid you cease your search + when you came back with the news that her Highness the Princess Clementina had + accepted the King's hand and would shortly set out for Bologna. Sir, the King was in + despair, though he showed to you a smiling, grateful face. Mlle. de Caprara went to + Rome; the King stayed here awaiting his betrothed. There came the news of her + imprisonment. The King, after all, is a man. If his heart leaped a little at the + news, who shall blame him? Do you remember how you came <a name="page332" + id="page332"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 332]</span> privately one night to the + King's cabinet and found me there in the King's company?"</p> + <p>"But," stammered Wogan, "I do remember that evening. I remember that the King was + pale, discouraged—"</p> + <p>"And why?" said Origo. "Because her Highness's journey had been interrupted, + because the marriage now seemed impossible? No, but because Mr. Charles Wogan was + back in Bologna, because Mr. Charles Wogan had sought for a private interview, + because the King had no more doubt than I as to what Mr. Charles Wogan intended to + propose, and because the King knew that what Mr. Wogan set his hand to was as good as + done. You remember I threw such hindrances as I could in your way, and made much of + the risks you must run, and the impossibility of your task. Now you know why."</p> + <p>Never was a man more confused than Wogan at this story of the Cardinal's. "It + makes me out a mere meddlesome fool," he cried, and sat stunned.</p> + <p>"It is an unprofitable question at this time of day," said the Cardinal, with a + smile. "Matters have gone so far that they can no longer be remedied. This marriage + must take place."</p> + <p>"True," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"The King, indeed, is firmly inclined to it."</p> + <p>"Yet he lingers in Spain."</p> + <p>"That I cannot explain to you, but he has been most loyal. That you must take my + word for, so must your Princess."</p> + <a name="page333" id="page333"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 333]</span> + <p>"Yet this winter when I was at Schlestadt preparing the expedition to Innspruck," + Wogan said with a certain timidity, for he no longer felt that it was within his + right to make reproaches, "the King was in Rome visiting Mlle. de Caprara."</p> + <p>The Cardinal flushed with some anger at Wogan's persistence.</p> + <p>"Come, sir," said he, "what has soured you with suspicions? Upon my word, here is + a man sitting with me who bears your name, but few of those good qualities the name + is linked with in my memories. Your King saw Mlle. de Caprara once in Rome, once + only. Major Gaydon had come at your request to Rome to fetch a letter in the King's + hand, bidding her Highness entrust herself to you. Up to that moment the issue of + your exploit was in the balance. But your request was to the King a very certain sign + that you would indeed succeed. So the night before he wrote the letter he went to the + Caprara Palace and took his farewell of the woman he loved. So much may be pardoned + to any man, even by you, who, it seems, stand pinnacled above these earthly + affections."</p> + <p>The blood rushed into Wogan's face at the sneer, but he bowed his head to it, + being much humbled by Origo's disclosures.</p> + <p>"This story I have told you," continued the Cardinal, "I will make bold to tell + to-morrow to her Highness."</p> + <p>"But you must also explain why the King lingers in Spain," Wogan objected. "I am + very certain <a name="page334" id="page334"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 334]</span> + of it. The Princess has her pride; she will not marry a reluctant man."</p> + <p>"Well, that I cannot do," cried the Cardinal, now fairly exasperated. "Pride! She + has her pride! Is it to ruin a cause, this pride of hers? Is it to wreck a + policy?"</p> + <p>"No," cried Wogan, starting up. "I have a fortnight. I beg your Eminence not to + speak one word to her Highness until this fortnight is gone, until the eve of the + marriage in Bologna. Give me till then. I have a hope there will be no need for us to + speak at all."</p> + <p>The Cardinal shrugged his shoulders.</p> + <p>"You must do more than hope. Will you pledge your word to it?"</p> + <p>Here it seemed to Wogan was an occasion when a man must dare.</p> + <p>"Yes," he said, and so went out of the house. He had spoken under a sudden + inspiration; the Cardinal's words had shown him a way which with careful treading + might lead to his desired result. He went first to his lodging, and ordered his + servant Marnier to saddle his black horse. Then he hurried again to O'Toole's + lodging, and found his friend back from the bookseller's indeed, but breathing very + hard of a book which he slid behind his back.</p> + <p>"I am to go on a journey," said Wogan, "and there's a delicate sort of work I + would trust to you."</p> + <p>O'Toole looked distantly at Wogan.</p> + <p>"<i>Opus</i>," said he, in a far-away voice.</p> + <a name="page335" id="page335"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 335]</span> + <p>"I want you to keep an eye on the little house in the garden—"</p> + <p>O'Toole nodded. "<i>Hortus, hortus, hortum</i>," said he, + "<i>horti—hortus</i>," and he fingered the book at his back, "no, <i>horti, + horto, horto</i>. Do you know, my friend, that the difference between the second and + fourth declensions was solely invented by the grammarians for their own profit. It is + of no manner of use, and the most plaguy business that ever I heard of."</p> + <p>"O'Toole," cried Wogan, with a bang of his fist, "you are no more listening to me + than this table."</p> + <p>At once O'Toole's face brightened, and with a shout of pride he reeled out, + "<i>Mensa, mensa, mensam, mensae, mensae, mensa</i>." Wogan sprang up in a rage.</p> + <p>"Don't <i>mensa, mensam</i> me when I am talking most seriously to you! What is it + you are after? What's that book you are hiding? Let me look at it!" O'Toole blushed + on every visible inch of him and handed the book to Wogan.</p> + <p>"It's a Latin grammar, my friend," said he, meekly.</p> + <p>"And what in the world do you want to be addling your brains with a Latin grammar + for, when there's other need for your eyes?"</p> + <p>"Aren't we to be enrolled at the Capitol in June as Roman Senators with all the + ancient honours, <i>cum titubis</i>—it is so—<i>cum titubis</i>, which + are psalters or pshawms?"</p> + <p>"Well, what then?"</p> + <a name="page336" id="page336"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 336]</span> + <p>"You don't understand, Charles, the difficulty of my position. You have Latin at + your finger-ends. Sure, I have often admired you for your extraordinary comprehension + of Latin, but never more than I do now. It will be no trouble in the world for you to + trip off a neat little speech, thanking the Senators kindly for the great honour they + are doing themselves in electing us into their noble body. But it will not be easy + for me," said O'Toole, with a sigh. "How can I get enough Latin through my skull by + June not to disgrace myself?" He looked so utterly miserable and distressed that + Wogan never felt less inclined to laugh. "I sit up at nights with a lamp, but the + most unaccountable thing happens. I may come in here as lively as any cricket, but + the moment I take this book in my hands I am overpowered with sleep—"</p> + <p>"Oh, listen to me," cried Wogan. "I have only a fortnight—"</p> + <p>"And I have only till June," sighed O'Toole. "But there! I am listening. I have no + doubt, my friend, your business is more important than mine," he said with the + simplicity of which not one of his friends could resist the appeal. Wogan could not + now.</p> + <p>"My business," he said, "is only more important because you have no need of your + Latin grammar at all. There's a special deputy, a learned professor, appointed on + these occasions to make a speech for us, and all we have to do is to sit still and + nod our heads wisely when he looks towards us."</p> + <a name="page337" id="page337"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 337]</span> + <p>"Is that all?" cried O'Toole, jumping up. "Swear it!"</p> + <p>"I do," said Wogan; and "Here's to the devil with the Latin grammar!" exclaimed + O'Toole. He flung open his window and hurled the book out across the street with the + full force of his prodigious arm. There followed a crash and then the tinkle of + falling glass. O'Toole beamed contentedly and shut the window.</p> + <p>"Now what will I do for you in return for this?" he asked.</p> + <p>"Keep a watch on the little house and the garden. I will tell you why when I + return. Observe who goes in to visit the Princess, but hinder no one. Only remember + who they are and let me know." And Wogan got back to his lodging and mounted his + black horse. He could trust O'Toole to play watchdog in his absence. If the + mysterious visitor who had bestowed upon Clementina with so liberal a hand so much + innuendo and such an artful combination of truth and falsity, were to come again to + the little house to confirm the slanders, Wogan in the end would not fail to discover + the visitor's identity.</p> + <p>He dismissed the matter from his mind and rode out from Bologna. Four days + afterwards he presented himself at the door of the Caprara Palace.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page338" id="page338"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 338]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> + <p>Maria Vittoria received the name of her visitor with a profound astonishment. Then + she stamped her foot and said violently, "Send him away! I hate him." But curiosity + got the better of her hate. She felt a strong desire to see the meddlesome man who + had thrust himself between her and her lover; and before her woman had got so far as + the door, she said, "Let him up to me!" She was again surprised when Wogan was + admitted, for she expected a stout and burly soldier, stupid and confident, of the + type which blunders into success through sheer ignorance of the probabilities of + defeat. Mr. Wogan, for his part, saw the glowing original of the picture at Bologna, + but armed at all points with hostility.</p> + <p>"Your business," said she, curtly. Wogan no less curtly replied that he had a wish + to escort Mlle. de Caprara to Bologna. He spoke as though he was suggesting a walk on + the Campagna.</p> + <p>"And why should I travel to Bologna?" she asked. Wogan explained. The explanation + required delicacy, but he put it in as few words as might be. There were slanderers + at work. Her Highness the Princess Clementina was in great distress; a word from + Mlle. de Caprara would make all clear.</p> + <a name="page339" id="page339"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 339]</span> + <p>"Why should I trouble because the Princess Clementina has a crumpled rose-leaf in + her bed? I will not go," said Mlle. de Caprara.</p> + <p>"Yet her Highness may justly ask why the King lingers in Spain." Wogan saw a look, + a smile of triumph, brighten for an instant on the angry face.</p> + <p>"It is no doubt a humiliation to the Princess Clementina," said Maria Vittoria, + with a great deal of satisfaction. "But she must learn to bear humiliation like other + women."</p> + <p>"But she will reject the marriage," urged Wogan.</p> + <p>"The fool!" cried Maria Vittoria, and she laughed almost gaily. "I will not budge + an inch to persuade her to it. Let her fancy what she will and weep over it! I hate + her; therefore she is out of my thought."</p> + <p>Wogan was not blind to the inspiriting effect of his argument upon Maria Vittoria. + He had, however, foreseen it, and he continued imperturbably,—</p> + <p>"No doubt you think me something of a fool, too, to advance so unlikely a plea. + But if her Highness rejects the marriage, who suffers? Her Highness's name is already + widely praised for her endurance, her constancy. If, after all, at the last moment + she scornfully rejects that for which she has so stoutly ventured, whose name, whose + cause, will suffer most? It will be one more misfortune, one more disaster, to add to + the crushing weight under which the King labours. There will be ignominy; who will be + dwarfed by it? There will be laughter; whom will it souse? There will be <a + name="page340" id="page340"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 340]</span> scandal; who + will be splashed by it? The Princess or the King?"</p> + <p>Maria Vittoria stood with her brows drawn together in a frown. "I will not go," + she said after a pause. "Never was there so presumptuous a request. No, I will + not."</p> + <p>Wogan made his bow and retired. But he was at the Caprara Palace again in the + morning, and again he was admitted. He noticed without regret that Maria Vittoria + bore the traces of a restless night.</p> + <p>"What should I say if I went with you?" she asked.</p> + <p>"You would say why the King lingers in Spain."</p> + <p>Maria Vittoria gave a startled look at Wogan.</p> + <p>"Do you know why?"</p> + <p>"You told me yesterday."</p> + <p>"Not in words."</p> + <p>"There are other ways of speech."</p> + <p>That one smile of triumph had assured Wogan that the King's delay was her doing + and a condition of their parting.</p> + <p>"How will my story, though I told it, help?" asked Mlle. de Caprara. Wogan had no + doubts upon that score. The story of the Chevalier and Maria Vittoria had a strong + parallel in Clementina's own history. Circumstance and duty held them apart, as it + held apart Clementina and Wogan himself. In hearing Maria Vittoria's story, + Clementina would hear her own; she must be moved to sympathy with it; she would + regard with her own <a name="page341" id="page341"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 341]</span> generous eyes those who played unhappy parts in its development; she + could have no word of censure, no opportunity for scorn.</p> + <p>"Tell the story," said Wogan. "I will warrant the result."</p> + <p>"No, I will not go," said she; and again Wogan left the house. And again he came + the next morning.</p> + <p>"Why should I go?" said Maria Vittoria, rebelliously. "Say what you have said to + me to her! Speak to her of the ignominy which will befall the King! Tell her how his + cause will totter! Why talk of this to me? If she loves the King, your words will + persuade her. For on my life they have nearly persuaded me."</p> + <p>"If she loves the King!" said Wogan, quietly, and Maria Vittoria stared at him. + There was something she had not conjectured before.</p> + <p>"Oh, she does not love him!" she said in wonderment. Her wonderment swiftly + changed to contempt. "The fool! Let her go on her knees and pray for a modest heart. + There's my message to her. Who is she that she should not love him?" But it + nevertheless altered a trifle pleasurably Maria Vittoria's view of the position. It + was pain to her to contemplate the Chevalier's marriage, a deep, gnawing, rancorous + pain, but the pain was less, once she could believe he was to marry a woman who did + not love him. She despised the woman for her stupidity; none the less, that was the + wife she would choose, if she must needs choose another than herself. "I have a mind + to see this fool-woman of <a name="page342" id="page342"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 342]</span> yours," she said doubtfully. "Why does she not love + the King?"</p> + <p>Wogan could have answered that she had never seen him. He thought silence, + however, was the more expressive. The silence led Maria Vittoria to conjecture.</p> + <p>"Is there another picture at her heart?" she asked, and again Wogan was silent. + "Whose, then? You will not tell me."</p> + <p>It might have been something in Wogan's attitude or face which revealed the truth + to her; it might have been her recollection of what the King had said concerning + Wogan's enthusiasm; it might have been merely her woman's instinct. But she started + and took a step towards Wogan. Her eyes certainly softened. "I will go with you to + Bologna," she said; and that afternoon with the smallest equipment she started from + Rome. Wogan had ridden alone from Bologna to Rome in four days; he had spent three + days in Rome; he now took six days to return in company with Mlle. de Caprara and her + few servants. He thus arrived in Bologna on the eve of that day when he was to act as + the King's proxy in the marriage.</p> + <p>It was about four o'clock in the afternoon when the tiny cavalcade clattered + through the Porta Castiglione. Wogan led the way to the Pilgrim Inn, where he left + Maria Vittoria, saying that he would return at nightfall. He then went on foot to + O'Toole's lodging. O'Toole, however, had no news for him.</p> + <a name="page343" id="page343"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 343]</span> + <p>"There has been no mysterious visitor," said he.</p> + <p>"There will be one to-night," answered Wogan. "I shall need you."</p> + <p>"I am ready," said O'Toole.</p> + <p>The two friends walked back to the Pilgrim Inn. They were joined by Maria + Vittoria, and they then proceeded to the little house among the trees. Outside the + door in the garden wall Wogan posted O'Toole.</p> + <p>"Let no one pass," said he, "till we return."</p> + <p>He knocked on the door, and after a little delay—for the night had fallen, + and there was no longer a porter at the gate—a little hatch was opened, and a + servant inquired his business.</p> + <p>"I come with a message of the utmost importance," said Wogan. "I beg you to inform + her Highness that the Chevalier Wogan prays for two words with her."</p> + <p>The hatch was closed, and the servant's footsteps were heard to retreat. Wogan's + anxieties had been increasing with every mile of that homeward journey. On his ride + to Rome he had been sensible of but one obstacle,—the difficulty of persuading + the real Vittoria to return with him. But once that had been removed, others sprang + to view, and each hour enlarged them. There was but this one night, this one + interview! Upon the upshot of it depended whether a woman, destined by nature for a + queen, should set her foot upon the throne-steps, whether a cause should suffer its + worst of many eclipses, whether Europe should laugh or applaud. These <a + name="page344" id="page344"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 344]</span> five minutes + while he waited outside the door threw him into a fever. "You will be friendly," he + implored Mlle. de Caprara. "Oh, you cannot but be! She must marry the King. I plead + for him, not the least bit in the world for her. For his sake she must complete the + work she has begun. She is not obstinate; she has her pride as a woman should. You + will tell her just the truth,—of the King's loyalty and yours. Hearts cannot be + commanded. Alas, mademoiselle, it is a hard world at the end of it. It is mortised + with the blood of broken hearts. But duty, mademoiselle, duty, a consciousness of + rectitude,—these are very noble qualities. It will be a high consolation, + mademoiselle, one of these days, when the King sits upon his throne in England, to + think that your self-sacrifice had set him there." And Mr. Wogan hopped like a bear + on hot bricks, twittering irreproachable sentiments until the garden door was + opened.</p> + <p>Beyond the door stretched a level space of grass intersected by a gravel path. + Along this path the servant led Wogan and his companion into the house. There were + lights in the windows on the upper floor, and a small lamp illuminated the hall. But + the lower rooms were dark. The servant mounted the stairs, and opening the door of a + little library, announced the Chevalier Wogan. Wogan led his companion in by the + hand.</p> + <p>"Your Highness," said he, "I have the honour to present to you the Princess Maria + Vittoria Caprara." He left the two women standing opposite <a name="page345" + id="page345"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 345]</span> to and measuring each other + silently; he closed the door and went down stairs into the hall. A door in the hall + opened on to a small parlour, with windows giving on to the garden. There once before + Lady Featherstone and Harry Whittington had spoken of Wogan's love for the Princess + Clementina and speculated upon its consequences. Now Wogan sat there alone in the + dark, listening to the women's voices overhead. He had come to the end of his efforts + and could only wait. At all events, the women were talking, that was something; if he + could only hear them weeping! The sound of tears would have been very comforting to + Wogan at that moment, but he only heard the low voices talking, talking. He assured + himself over and over again that this meeting could not fail of its due result. That + Maria Vittoria had exacted some promise which held his King in Spain he was now + aware. She would say what that promise was, the condition of their parting. She had + come prepared to say it—and the thread of Wogan's reasonings was abruptly cut. + It seemed to him that he heard something more than the night breeze through the + trees,—a sound of feet upon the gravel path, a whispering of voices.</p> + <p>The windows were closed, but not shuttered. Wogan pressed his eyes to the pane and + looked out. The night was dark, and the sky overclouded. But he had been sitting for + some minutes in the darkness, and his eyes were able to prove that his ears had not + deceived him. For he saw the dim figures <a name="page346" id="page346"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 346]</span> of two men standing on the lawn before the window. + They appeared to be looking at the lighted windows on the upper floor, then one of + them waved to his companion to stand still, and himself walked towards the door. + Wogan noticed that he made no attempt at secrecy; he walked with a firm tread, + careless whether he set his foot on gravel or on grass. As this man approached the + door, Wogan slipped into the hall and opened it. But he blocked the doorway, + wondering whether these men had climbed the wall or whether O'Toole had deserted his + post.</p> + <p>O'Toole had not deserted his post, but he had none the less admitted these two + men. For Wogan and Maria Vittoria had barely been ten minutes within the house when + O'Toole heard the sound of horses' hoofs in the entrance of the alley. They stopped + just within the entrance. O'Toole distinguished three horses, he saw the three riders + dismount; and while one of the three held the horses, the other two walked on foot + towards the postern-door.</p> + <p>O'Toole eased his sword in its scabbard.</p> + <p>"The little fellows thought to catch Charles Wogan napping," he said to himself + with a smile, and he let them come quite close to him. He was standing motionless in + the embrasure of the door, nor did he move when the two men stopped and whispered + together, nor when they advanced again, one behind the other. But he remarked that + they held their cloaks to their faces. At last they came to a halt just in front of + O'Toole. The leader produced a key.</p> + <a name="page347" id="page347"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 347]</span> + <p>"You stand in my way, my friend," said he, pleasantly, and he pushed by O'Toole to + the lock of the door. O'Toole put out a hand, caught him by the shoulder, and sent + him spinning into the road. The man came back, however, and though out of breath, + spoke no less pleasantly than before.</p> + <p>"I wish to enter," said he. "I have important business."</p> + <p>O'Toole bowed with the utmost dignity.</p> + <p>"<i>Romanus civis sum</i>," said he. "<i>Sum</i> senator too. <i>Dic Latinam + linguam, amicus meus</i>."</p> + <p>O'Toole drew a breath; he could not but feel that he had acquitted himself with + credit. He half began to regret that there was to be a learned professor to act as + proxy on that famous day at the Capitol. His antagonist drew back a little and spoke + no longer pleasantly.</p> + <p>"Here's tomfoolery that would be as seasonable at a funeral," said he, and he + advanced again, still hiding his face. "Sir, you are blocking my way. I have + authority to pass through that door in the wall."</p> + <p>"<i>Murus?</i>" asked O'Toole. He shook his head in refusal.</p> + <p>"And by what right do you refuse me?"</p> + <p>O'Toole had an inspiration. He swept his arm proudly round and gave the reason of + his refusal.</p> + <p>"<i>Balbus aedificabat murum</i>," said he; and a voice that made O'Toole start + cried, "Enough of this! Stand aside, whoever you may be."</p> + <p>It was the second of the two men who spoke, and <a name="page348" + id="page348"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 348]</span> he dropped the cloak from his + face. "The King!" exclaimed O'Toole, and he stood aside. The two men passed into the + garden, and Wogan saw them from the window.</p> + <p>Just as O'Toole had blocked the King's entrance into the garden, so did Wogan bar + his way into the house.</p> + <p>"Who, in Heaven's name, are you?" cried the Chevalier.</p> + <p>"Nay, there's a question for me to ask," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"Wogan!" cried the Chevalier, and "The King!" cried Wogan in one breath.</p> + <p>Wogan fell back; the Chevalier pushed into the hall and turned.</p> + <p>"So it is true. I could not, did not, believe it. I came from Spain to prove it + false. I find it true," he said in a low voice. "You whom I so trusted! God help me, + where shall I look for honour?"</p> + <p>"Here, your Majesty," answered Wogan, without an instant's + hesitation,—"here, in this hall. There, in the rooms above."</p> + <p>He had seized the truth in the same second when he recognised his King, and the + King's first words had left him in no doubt. He knew now why he had never found Harry + Whittington in any corner of Bologna. Harry Whittington had been riding to Spain.</p> + <p>The Chevalier laughed harshly.</p> + <p>"Sir, I suspect honour which needs such barriers to protect it. You are here, in + this house, at this <a name="page349" id="page349"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 349]</span> hour, with a sentinel to forbid intrusion at the garden door. Explain me + this honourably."</p> + <p>"I had the honour to escort a visitor to her Highness, and I wait until the visit + is at an end."</p> + <p>"What? Can you not better that excuse?" said the Chevalier. "A visitor! We will + make acquaintance, Mr. Wogan, with your visitor, unless you have another sentinel to + bar my way;" and he put his foot upon the step of the stairs.</p> + <p>"I beg your Majesty to pause," said Wogan, firmly. "Your thoughts wrong me, and + not only me."</p> + <p>"Prove me that!"</p> + <p>"I say boldly, 'Here is a servant who loves his Queen!' What then?"</p> + <p>"This! That you should say, 'Here is a man who loves a woman,—loves her so + well he gives his friends the slip, and with the woman comes alone to Peri.'"</p> + <p>"Ah. To Peri! So I thought," began Wogan, and the Chevalier whispered,—</p> + <p>"Silence! You raise your voice too high. You no doubt are anxious in your great + respect that there should be some intimation of my coming. But I dispense with + ceremony. I will meet this fine visitor of yours at once;" and he ran lightly up the + stairs.</p> + <p>Then Wogan did a bold thing. He followed, he sprang past the King, he turned at + the stair-top and barred the way.</p> + <p>"Sir, I beg you to listen to me," he said quietly.</p> + <a name="page350" id="page350"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 350]</span> + <p>"Beg!" said the Chevalier, leaning back against the wall with his dark eyes + blazing from a white face; "you insist."</p> + <p>"Your Majesty will yet thank me for my insistence." He drew a pocket-book out of + his coat. "At Peri in Italy we were attacked by five soldiers sent over the border by + the Governor of Trent. Who guided those five soldiers? Your Majesty's confidant and + friend, who is now, I thank God, waiting in the garden. Here is the written + confession of the leader of the five. I pray your Majesty to read it."</p> + <p>Wogan held out the paper. The Chevalier hesitated and took it. Then he read it + once and glanced at it again. He passed his hand over his forehead.</p> + <p>"Whom shall I trust?" said he, in a voice of weariness.</p> + <p>"What honest errand was taking Whittington to Peri?" asked Wogan, and again the + Chevalier read a piece here and there of the confession. Wogan pressed his advantage. + "Whittington is not the only one of Walpole's men who has hoodwinked us the while he + filled his pockets. There are others, one, at all events, who did not need to travel + to Spain for an ear to poison;" and he leaned forward towards the Chevalier.</p> + <p>"What do you mean?" asked the Chevalier, in a startled voice.</p> + <p>"Why, sir, that the same sort of venomous story breathed to you in Spain has been + spoken here in Bologna, only with altered names. I told your Majesty I brought a + visitor to this house to-night. <a name="page351" id="page351"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 351]</span> I did; there was no need I should, since the marriage + is fixed for to-morrow. I brought her all the way from Rome."</p> + <p>"From Rome?" exclaimed the Chevalier.</p> + <p>"Yes;" and Wogan flung open the door of the library, and drawing himself up + announced in his loudest voice, "The King!"</p> + <p>A loud cry came through the opening. It was not Clementina's voice which uttered + it. The Chevalier recognised the cry. He stood for a moment or two looking at Wogan. + Then he stepped over the threshold, and Wogan closed the door behind him. But as he + closed it he heard Maria Vittoria speak. She said,—</p> + <p>"Your Majesty, a long while ago, when you bade me farewell, I demanded of you a + promise, which I have but this moment explained to the Princess, who now deigns to + call me friend. Your Majesty has broken the promise. I had no right to demand it. I + am very glad."</p> + <p>Wogan went downstairs. He could leave the three of them shut up in that room to + come by a fitting understanding. Besides, there was other work for him + below,—work of a simple kind, to which he had now for some weeks looked + forward. He crept down the stairs very stealthily. The hall door was still open. He + could see dimly the figure of a man standing on the grass.</p> + <hr /> + <p>When the Chevalier came down into the garden an hour afterwards, a man was still + standing on the <a name="page352" id="page352"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 352]</span> grass. The man advanced to him. "Who is it?" asked the Chevalier, drawing + back. The voice which answered him was Wogan's.</p> + <p>"And Whittington?"</p> + <p>"He has gone," replied Wogan.</p> + <p>"You have sent him away?"</p> + <p>"I took so much upon myself."</p> + <p>The Chevalier held out his hand to Wogan. "I have good reason to thank you," said + he, and before he could say another word, a door shut above, and Maria Vittoria came + down the stairs towards them. O'Toole was still standing sentry at the postern-door, + and the three men escorted the Princess Caprara to the Pilgrim Inn. She had spoken no + word during the walk, but as she turned in the doorway of the inn, the light struck + upon her face and showed that her eyes glistened. To the Chevalier she said, "I wish + you, my lord, all happiness, and the boon of a great love. With all my heart I wish + it;" and as he bowed over her hand, she looked across his shoulder to Wogan.</p> + <p>"I will bid you farewell to-morrow," she said with a smile, and the Chevalier + explained her saying afterwards as they accompanied him to his lodging.</p> + <p>"Mlle. de Caprara will honour us with her presence to-morrow. You will still act + as my proxy, Wogan. I am not yet returned from Spain. I wish no questions or talk + about this evening's doings. Your friend will remember that?"</p> + <p>"My friend, sir," said Wogan, "who was with <a name="page353" + id="page353"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 353]</span> me at Innspruck, is Captain + Lucius O'Toole of Dillon's regiment."</p> + <p>"<i>Et</i> senator too," said the Chevalier, with a laugh; and he added a friendly + word or two which sent O'Toole back to his lodging in a high pleasure. Wogan walked + thither with him and held out his hand at the door.</p> + <p>"But you will come up with me," said O'Toole. "We will drink a glass together, for + God knows when we speak together again. I go back to Schlestadt to-morrow."</p> + <p>"Ah, you go back," said Wogan; and he came in at the door and mounted the stairs. + At the first landing he stopped.</p> + <p>"Let me rouse Gaydon."</p> + <p>"Gaydon went three days ago."</p> + <p>"Ah! And Misset is with his wife. Here are we all once more scattered, and, as you + say, God knows when we shall speak together again;" and he went on to the upper + storey.</p> + <p>O'Toole remarked that he dragged in his walk and that his voice had a strange, sad + note of melancholy.</p> + <p>"My friend," said he, "you have the black fit upon you; you are plainly + discouraged. Yet to-night sees the labour of many months brought to its due close;" + and as he lit the candles on his chimney, he was quite amazed by the white, tired + face which the light showed to him. Wogan, indeed, harassed by misgivings, and worn + with many vigils, presented a sufficiently woe-begone picture. The <a name="page354" + id="page354"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 354]</span> effect was heightened by the + disorder of his clothes, which were all daubed with clay in a manner quite surprising + to O'Toole, who knew the ground to be dry underfoot.</p> + <p>"True," answered Wogan, "the work ends to-night. Months ago I rode down this + street in the early morning, and with what high hopes! The work ends to-night, and + may God forgive me for a meddlesome fellow. Cup and ball's a fine game, but it is ill + playing it with women's hearts;" and he broke off suddenly. "I'll give you a toast, + Lucius! Here's to the Princess Clementina!" and draining his glass he stood for a + while, lost in the recollecting of that flight from Innspruck; he was far away from + Bologna thundering down the Brenner through the night, with the sparks striking from + the wheels of the berlin, and all about him a glimmering, shapeless waste of + snow.</p> + <p>"To the Princess—no, to the Queen she was born to be," cried O'Toole, and + Wogan sprang at him.</p> + <p>"You saw that," he exclaimed, his eyes lighting, his face transfigured in the + intensity of this moment's relief. "Aye,—to love a nation,—that is her + high destiny. For others, a husband, a man; for her, a nation. And you saw it! It is + evident, to be sure. Yet this or that thing she did, this or that word she spoke, + assured you, eh? Tell me what proved to you here was no mere woman, but a queen!"</p> + <p>The morning had dawned before Wogan had had his fill. O'Toole was very well + content to see his friend's face once more quivering like a boy's with <a + name="page355" id="page355"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 355]</span> pleasure, to + hear him laugh, to watch the despondency vanish from his aspect. "There's another + piece of good news," he said at the end, "which I had almost forgotten to tell you. + Jenny and the Princess's mother are happily set free. It seems Jenny swore from + daybreak to daybreak, and the Pope used his kindliest offices, and for those two + reasons the Emperor was glad to let them go. But there's a question I would like to + ask you. One little matter puzzles me."</p> + <p>"Ask your question," said Wogan.</p> + <p>"To-night through that door in the garden wall which I guarded, there went in + yourself and a lady,—the King and a companion he had with him,—four + people. Out of that door there came yourself, the lady, and the King,—three + people."</p> + <p>"Ah," said Wogan, as he stood up with a strange smile upon his lips, "I have a + deal of clay upon my clothes."</p> + <p>O'Toole nodded his head wisely once or twice. "I am answered," he said. "Is it + indeed so?" He understood, however, nothing except that the room had suddenly grown + cold.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page356" id="page356"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 356]</span> + <h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2> + <p>An account remains of the marriage ceremony, which took place the next morning in + Cardinal Origo's house. It was of the simplest kind and was witnessed by few. Murray, + Misset and his wife, and Maria Vittoria de Caprara made the public part of the + company; Wogan stood for the King; and the Marquis of Monti Boulorois for James + Sobieski, the bride's father. Bride and bridegroom played their parts bravely and + well, one must believe, for the chronicler speaks of their grace and modesty of + bearing. Clementina rose at five in the morning, dressed in a robe of white, tied a + white ribbon about her hair, and for her only ornament fixed a white collar of pearls + about her neck. In this garb she went at once to the church of San Domenico, where + she made her confession, and from the church to the Cardinal's Palace. There the + Cardinal, with one Maas, an English priest from Rome, at his elbow, was already + waiting for her. Mr. Wogan thereupon read the procuration, for which he had ridden to + Rome in haste so many months before, and pronounced the consent of the King his + master to its terms. Origo asked the Princess whether she likewise consented, and the + manner in which she spoke her one word, "Yes," seems to have stirred the historian to + pæans. It <a name="page357" id="page357"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 357]</span> seems that all the virtues launched that one little word, and were + clearly expressed in it. The graces, too, for once in a way went hand in hand with + the virtues. Never was a "Yes" so sweetly spoken since the earth rose out of the sea. + In a word, there was no ruffle of the great passion which these two, man and woman, + had trodden beneath their feet. She did not hint of Iphigenia; he borrowed no plumes + from Don Quixote. Nor need one fancy that their contentment was all counterfeit. They + were neither of them grumblers, and "fate" and "destiny" were words seldom upon their + lips.</p> + <p>One incident, indeed, is related which the chronicler thought to be curious, + though he did not comprehend it. The Princess Clementina brought from her + confessional box a wisp of straw which clung to her dress at the knee. Until Wogan + had placed the King's ring upon her finger, she did not apparently remark it; but no + sooner had that office been performed than she stooped, and with a friendly smile at + her makeshift bridegroom, she plucked it from her skirt and let it fall beneath her + foot.</p> + <p>And that was all. No words passed between them after the ceremony, for her Royal + Highness went straight back to the little house in the garden, and that same forenoon + set out for Rome.</p> + <p>She was not the only witness of the ceremony to take that road that day. For some + three hours later, to be precise, at half-past two, Maria Vittoria stepped into her + coach before the Pilgrim Inn. Wogan held the carriage door open for her. He was <a + name="page358" id="page358"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 358]</span> still in the + bravery of his wedding clothes, and Maria Vittoria looked him over whimsically from + the top of his peruke to his shoe-buckles.</p> + <p>"I came to see a fool-woman," said she, "and I saw a fool-man. Well, well!" and + she suddenly lowered her voice to a passionate whisper. "Why, oh, why did you not + take your fortunes in your hands at Peri?"</p> + <p>Wogan leaned forward to her. "Do you know so much?"</p> + <p>She answered him quickly. "I will never forgive you. Yes, I know." She forced her + lips into a smile. "I suppose you are content. You have your black horse."</p> + <p>"You know of the horse, too," said Wogan, colouring to the edge of his peruke. + "You know I have no further use for it."</p> + <p>"Say that again, and I will beg it of you."</p> + <p>"Nay, it is yours, then. I will send him after you to Rome."</p> + <p>"Will you?" said Maria Vittoria. "Why, then, I accept. There's my hand;" and she + thrust it through the window to him. "If ever you come to Rome, the Caprara Palace + stands where it did at your last visit. I do not say you will be welcome. No, I do + not forgive you, but you may come. Having your horse, I could hardly bar the door + against you. So you may come."</p> + <p>Wogan raised her hand to his lips.</p> + <p>"Aye," said she, with a touch of bitterness, "kiss my hand. You have had your way. + Here are two <a name="page359" id="page359"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 359]</span> + people crossmated, and two others not mated at all. You have made four people + entirely unhappy, and a kiss on the glove sets all right."</p> + <p>"Nay, not four," protested Wogan.</p> + <p>"Your manners," she continued remorselessly, ticking off the names upon her + fingers, "will hinder you from telling me to my face the King is happy. And the + Princess?"</p> + <p>"She was born to be a queen," replied Wogan, stubbornly. "Happiness, mademoiselle! + It does not come by the striving after it. That's the royal road to miss it. You may + build up your house of happiness with all your care through years, and you will find + you have only built it up to draw down the blinds and hang out the hatchment above + the door, for the tenant to inhabit it is dead."</p> + <p>Maria Vittoria listened very seriously till he came to the end. Then she made a + pouting grimace. "That is very fine, moral, and poetical. Your Princess was born to + be a queen. But what if her throne is set up only in your city of dreams? Well, it is + some consolation to know that you are one of the four."</p> + <p>"Nay, I will make a shift not to plague myself upon the way the world treats + you."</p> + <p>"Ah, but because it treats you well," cried she. "There will be work for you, + hurryings to and fro, the opportunities of excelling, nights in the saddle, and + perhaps again the quick red life of battlefields. It is well with you, but what of + me, Mr. Wogan? What of me?" and she leaned back in her carriage <a name="page360" + id="page360"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 360]</span> and drove away. Wogan had no + answer to that despairing question. He stood with his head bared till the carriage + passed round a corner and disappeared, but the voice rang for a long while in his + ears. And for a long while the dark eyes abrim with tears, and the tortured face, + kept him company at nights. He walked slowly back to his lodging, and mounting a + horse rode out of Bologna, and towards the Apennines.</p> + <p>On one of the lower slopes he came upon a villa just beyond a curve of the road, + and reined in his horse. The villa nestled on the hillside below him in a terraced + garden of oleander and magnolias, very pretty to the eye. Cypress hedges enclosed it; + the spring had made it a bower of rose blossoms, and depths of shade out of whose + green darkness glowed here and there a red statue like a tutelary god. Wogan + dismounted and led his horse down the path to the door. He inquired for Lady + Featherstone, and was shown into a room from the windows of which he looked down on + Bologna, that city of colonnades. Lady Featherstone, however, had heard the tramp of + his horse; she came running up from the garden, and without waiting to hear any + particulars of her visitor, burst eagerly into the room.</p> + <p>"Well?" she said, and stopped and swayed upon the threshold. Wogan turned from the + window towards her.</p> + <p>"Your Ladyship was wise, I think, to leave Bologna. The little house in the trees + there had no such wide prospect as this."</p> + <a name="page361" id="page361"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 361]</span> + <p>He spoke rather to give her time than out of any sarcasm. She set a hand against + the jamb of the door, and even so barely sustained her trifling weight. Her knees + shook, her childlike face grew white as paper, a great terror glittered in her + eyes.</p> + <p>"I am not the visitor whom you expect," continued Wogan, "nor do I bring the news + which you would wish to hear;" and at that she raised a trembling hand. "I beg + you—a moment's silence. Then I will hear you, Mr. Warner." She made a sort of + stumbling run and reached a couch. Wogan shut the door and waited. He was glad that + she had used the name of Warner. It recalled to him that evening at Ohlau when she + had stood behind the curtain with a stiletto in her hand, and the three last days of + his perilous ride to Schlestadt. He needed his most vivid recollections to steel his + heart against her; for he was beginning to think it was his weary lot to go up and + down the world causing pain to women. After a while she said, "Now your news;" and + she held her hand lightly to her heart to await the blow.</p> + <p>"The King married this morning the Princess Clementina," said Wogan. Lady + Featherstone did not move her hand; she still waited. It was just to hinder this + marriage that she had come to Italy, but her failure was at this moment of no + account. She heard of it with indifference; it had no meaning to her. She waited. + Wogan's mere presence at the villa told her there was more to come. He + continued:—</p> + <a name="page362" id="page362"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 362]</span> + <p>"Last night Mr. Whittington came with the King to Bologna—you understand, no + doubt, why;" and she nodded without moving her eyes from his face. She made no + pretence as to the part she had played in the affair. All the world might know it. + That was a matter at this moment of complete indifference. She waited.</p> + <p>"The King and Mr. Whittington came at nine of the night to the little house which + you once occupied. I was there, but I was not there alone. Can your Ladyship + conjecture whom I brought there? Your Ladyship, as I learned last night from Mr. + Whittington's own lips, had paid a visit secretly, using a key which you had retained + to the house on an excuse that you had left behind jewels of some value. You saw her + Highness the Princess. You told her a story of the King and Mlle. de Caprara. I rode + to Rome, and when the King came last night Mlle. de Caprara was with the Princess. I + had evidence against Mr. Whittington, a confession of one of the soldiers of the + Governor of Trent, the leader of a party of five who attacked me at Peri. No doubt + you know of that little matter too;" and again Lady Featherstone nodded.</p> + <p>"Thus your double plot—to set the King against the Princess, and the + Princess against the King—doubly failed."</p> + <p>"Go on," said Lady Featherstone, moistening her dry lips. Wogan told her how from + the little sitting-room on the ground-floor he had seen the King and Whittington + cross the lawn; he described <a name="page363" id="page363"></a><span + class="newpage">[pg 363]</span> his interview with the King, and how he had come + quietly down the stairs.</p> + <p>"I went into the garden," he went on, "and touched Whittington on the elbow. I + told him just what I have explained to you. I said, 'You are a coward, a liar, a + slanderer of women,' and I beat him on the mouth."</p> + <p>Lady Featherstone uttered a cry and drew herself into an extraordinary crouching + attitude, with her eyes blazing steadily at him. He thought she meant to spring at + him; he looked at that hand upon her heart to see whether it held a weapon hidden in + the fold of her bosom.</p> + <p>"Go on," she said; "and he?"</p> + <p>"He answered me in the strangest quiet way imaginable. 'You insulted Lady + Featherstone at Ohlau, Mr. Wogan,' said he, 'one evening when she hid behind your + curtain. It was a very delicate piece of drollery, no doubt. But I shall be glad to + show you another, view of it.' It is strange how that had rankled in his thoughts. I + liked him for it,—upon my soul, I did,—though it was the only thing I + liked in him."</p> + <p>"Go on," said Lady Featherstone. Mr. Wogan's likes or dislikes were of no more + interest to her than the failure of her effort to hinder the marriage.</p> + <p>"We went to the bottom of the garden where there is a little square of lawn hedged + in with myrtle-trees. The night was very dark, so we stripped to our shirts. From the + waist upwards <a name="page364" id="page364"></a><span class="newpage">[pg + 364]</span> we were visible to each other as a vague glimmer of white, and thus we + fought, foot to foot, among the myrtle-trees. We could not see so much as our swords + unless they clashed more than usually hard, and a spark struck from them. We fought + by guesswork and feel, and in the end luck served me. I drove my sword through his + chest until the hilt rang upon his breast-bone."</p> + <p>Then just a movement from Lady Featherstone as though she drew up her feet beneath + her.</p> + <p>"He lived for perhaps five minutes. He was in great distress lest harm should come + to you; and since there was no one but his enemy to whom he could speak, why, he + spoke to his enemy. I promised him, madam, that with his death the story should be + closed, if you left Italy within the week."</p> + <p>"And he?" she interrupted,—"he died there. Well?"</p> + <p>"You know the laurel hedge by the sun-dial? There is an out-house where the + gardener keeps his tools. I found a spade there, and beneath that laurel hedge I + buried him."</p> + <p>Lady Featherstone rose to her feet. She spoke no word; she uttered no cry; her + face was white and terrible. She stood rigid like one paralysed; then she swayed + round and fell in a swoon upon the floor. And as she fell, something bright slipped + from her hand and dropped at Wogan's feet. He picked it up. It was a stiletto. He + stood looking down at the childish figure with a queer compassionate <a + name="page365" id="page365"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 365]</span> smile upon his + face. "She could love," said he; "yes, she could love."</p> + <p>He walked out of the house, led his horse back onto the road and mounted it. The + night was gathering; there were purple shadows upon the Apennines. Wogan rode away + alone.</p> + <hr /> + <a name="page366" id="page366"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 366]</span> + <h2>EPILOGUE</h2> + <p>Sir Charles Wogan had opportunities enough to appreciate in later years the + accuracy of Maria Vittoria's prophecy. "Here are two people cross-mated," said she, + and events bore her out. The jealousies of courtiers no doubt had their share in the + estrangement of that unhappy couple, but that was no consolation to Wogan, who saw, + within so short a time of that journey into Italy, James separated from the chosen + woman, and the chosen woman herself seeking the seclusion of a convent. As his reward + he was made Governor of La Mancha in Spain, and no place could have been found with + associations more suitable to this Irishman who turned his back upon his fortunes at + Peri. At La Mancha he lived for many years, writing a deal of Latin verse, and + corresponding with many distinguished men in England upon matters of the intellect. + Matters of the heart he left alone, and meddled with no more. Nor did any woman ever + ride on his black horse into his city of dreams. He lived and died a bachelor. The + memory of that week when he had rescued his Princess and carried her through the + snows was to the last too vivid in his thoughts. The thunderous roll <a + name="page367" id="page367"></a><span class="newpage">[pg 367]</span> of the carriage + down the slopes, the sparks striking from the wheels, the sound of Clementina's voice + singing softly in the darkness of the carriage, the walk under the stars to Ala, the + coming of the dawn about that lonely hut, high-placed amongst the pines. These + recollections bore him company through many a solitary evening. Somehow the world had + gone awry. Clementina, withdrawn into her convent, was, after all, "wasted," as he + had sworn she should not be. James was fallen upon a deeper melancholy, and + diminished hopes. He himself was an exile alone in his white <i>patio</i> in Spain. + In only one point was Maria Vittoria's prophecy at fault. She had spoken of two who + were to find no mates, and one of the two was herself. 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