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diff --git a/old/7949-8.txt b/old/7949-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e9780a --- /dev/null +++ b/old/7949-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,8609 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Historical Nights Entertainment, +Second Series, by Rafael Sabatini + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost +no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use +it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this +eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Historical Nights Entertainment, Second Series + +Author: Rafael Sabatini + +Release Date: March 5, 2009 [EBook #7949] +Last Updated: August 25, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS *** + + + + +Produced by J. C. Byers, and Abdulh Ameed Alhassan + + + + + + + + + +THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENT, SECOND SERIES + + +By Rafael Sabatini + + + + + +To David Whitelaw + +My Dear David, + +Since the narratives collected here as well as in the preceding volume +under the title of the Historical Nights Entertainment--narratives +originally published in The Premier Magazine, which you so ably +edit--owe their being to your suggestion, it is fitting that some +acknowledgment of the fact should be made. To what is hardly less than +a duty, allow me to add the pleasure of dedicating to you, in earnest of +my friendship and esteem, not merely this volume, but the work of which +this volume is the second. + +Sincerely yours, + +Rafael Sabatini + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + + + +Contents + + Preface + + I. THE ABSOLUTION + II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + V. THE END OF THE "VERT GALANT" + VI. THE BARREN WOOING + VII. SIR JUDAS + VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + + + + + + + + + + +The kindly reception accorded to the first volume of the Historical +Nights Entertainment, issued in December of 1917, has encouraged me to +prepare the second series here assembled. + +As in the case of the narratives that made up the first volume, I set +out again with the same ambitious aim of adhering scrupulously in every +instance to actual, recorded facts; and once again I find it desirable +at the outset to reveal how far the achievement may have fallen short of +the admitted aim. + +On the whole, I have to confess to having allowed myself perhaps a wider +latitude, and to having taken greater liberties than was the case with +the essays constituting the previous collection. This, however, applies, +where applicable, to the parts rather than to the whole. + +The only entirely apocryphal narrative here included is the first--"The +Absolution." This is one of those stories which, if resting upon no +sufficient authority to compel its acceptance, will, nevertheless, +resist all attempts at final refutation, having its roots at least +in the soil of fact. It is given in the rather discredited Portuguese +chronicles of Acenheiro, and finds place, more or less as related here, +in Duarte Galvao's "Chronicle of Affonso Henriques," whence it was taken +by the Portuguese historical writer, Alexandre Herculano, to be included +in his "Lendas e Narrativas." If it is to be relegated to the Limbo of +the ben trovato, at least I esteem it to afford us a precious glimpse +of the naive spirit of the age in which it is set, and find in that my +justification for including it. + +The next to require apology is "His Insolence of Buckingham," but +only in so far as the incident of the diamond studs is concerned. The +remainder of the narrative, the character of Buckingham, the details of +his embassy to Paris, and the particulars of his audacious courtship of +Anne of Austria, rest upon unassailable evidence. I would have omitted +the very apocryphal incident of the studs, but that I considered it of +peculiar interest as revealing the source of the main theme of one +of the most famous historical romances ever written--"The Three +Musketeers." I give the story as related by La Rochefoucauld in his +"Memoirs," whence Alexandre Dumas culled it that he might turn it to +such excellent romantic account. In La Rochefoucauld's narrative it is +the painter Gerbier who, in a far less heroic manner, plays the part +assigned by Dumas to d'Artagnan, and it is the Countess of Carlisle who +carries out the political theft which Dumas attributes to Milady. For +the rest, I do not invite you to attach undue credit to it, which is +not, however, to say that I account it wholly false. + +In the case of "The Hermosa Fembra" I confess to having blended together +into one single narrative two historical episodes closely connected in +time and place. Susan's daughter was, in fact, herself the betrayer +of her father, and it was in penitence for that unnatural act that +she desired her skull to be exhibited as I describe. Into the story of +Susan's daughter I have woven that of another New-Christian girl, who, +like the Hermosa Fembra, her taken a Castilian lover--in this case a +youth of the house of Guzman. This youth was driven into concealment +in circumstances more or less as I describe them. He overheard the +judaizing of several New-Christians there assembled, and bore word of it +at once to Ojeda. The two episodes were separated in fact by an interval +of three years, and the first afforded Ojeda a strong argument for the +institution of the Holy Office in Seville. Between the two there are +many points of contact, and each supplies what the other lacks to make +an interesting narrative having for background the introduction of the +Inquisition to Castile. The denouement I supply is entirely fictitious, +and the introduction of Torquemada is quite arbitrary. Ojeda was the +inquisitor who dealt with both cases. But if there I stray into fiction, +at least I claim to have sketched a faithful portrait of the Grand +Inquisitor as I know him from fairly exhaustive researches into his life +and times. + +The story of the False Demetrius is here related from the point of view +of my adopted solution of what is generally regarded as a historical +mystery. The mystery lies, of course, in the man's identity. He has +been held by some to have been the unfrocked monk, Grishka Otropiev, by +others to have been a son of Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. I am not +aware that the theory that he was both at one and the same time has ever +been put forward, and whilst admitting that it is speculative, yet I +claim that no other would appear so aptly to fit all the known facts of +his career or to shed light upon its mysteries. + +Undoubtedly I have allowed myself a good deal of licence and speculation +in treating certain unwitnessed scenes in "The Barren Wooing." But +the theory that I develop in it to account for the miscarriage of the +matrimonial plans of Queen Elizabeth and Robert Dudley seems to me to +be not only very fully warranted by de Quadra's correspondence, but the +only theory that will convincingly explain the events. Elizabeth, as +I show, was widely believed to be an accessory to the murder of Amy +Robsart. But in carefully following her words and actions at that +critical time, as reported by de Quadra, my reading of the transaction +is as given here. The most damning fact against Elizabeth was held to be +her own statement to de Quadra on the eve of Lady Robert Dudley's murder +to the effect that Lady Robert was "already dead, or very nearly +so." This foreknowledge of the fate of that unfortunate lady has been +accepted as positive evidence that the Queen was a party to the crime at +Cumnor, which was to set her lover free to marry again. Far from that, +however, I account it positive proof of Elizabeth's innocence of any +such part in the deed. Elizabeth was far too crafty and clear-sighted +not to realize how her words must incriminate her afterwards if she knew +that the murder of Lady Robert was projected. She must have been merely +repeating what Dudley himself had told her; and what he must have told +her--and she believed--was that his wife was at the point of a natural +death. Similarly, Dudley would not have told her this, unless his aim +had been to procure his wife's removal by means which would admit of +a natural interpretation. Difficulties encountered, much as I relate +them--and for which there is abundant evidence--drove his too-zealous +agents to rather desperate lengths, and thus brought suspicion, not only +upon the guilty Dudley, but also upon the innocent Queen. The manner +of Amy's murder is pure conjecture; but it should not be far from what +actually took place. The possibility of an accident--extraordinarily and +suspiciously opportune for Dudley as it would have been--could not be +altogether ruled out but for the further circumstance that Lady +Robert had removed everybody from Cumnor on that day. To what can +this point--unless we accept an altogether incredible chain of +coincidence--but to some such plotting as I here suggest? + +In the remaining six essays in this volume the liberties taken with the +absolute facts are so slight as to require no apology or comment. + +R. S. + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + + + + + + + +Detailed Contents + + + I. THE ABSOLUTION + Affonso Henriques, First King of Portugal + II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville + IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + V. THE END OF THE VERT GALANT + The Assassination of Henry IV + VI. THE BARREN WOOING + The Murder of Amy Robsart + VII. SIR JUDAS + The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + George Villiers' Courtship of Anne of Austria + IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + The Fall of Lord Clarendon + X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + Count Philip Königsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Marat + + + + + + + + + + +I. THE ABSOLUTION + +Aftonso Henriques, first King of Portugal + +In 1093 the Moors of the Almoravide dynasty, under the Caliph Yusuf, +swept irresistibly upwards into the Iberian Peninsula, recapturing +Lisbon and Santarem in the west, and pushing their conquest as far as +the river Mondego. + +To meet this revival of Mohammedan power, Alfonso VI. Of Castile +summoned the chivalry of Christendom to his aid. Among the knights who +answered the call was Count Henry of Burgundy (grandson of Robert, first +Duke of Burgundy) to whom Alfonso gave his natural daughter Theresa in +marriage, together with the Counties of Oporto and Coimbra, with the +title of Count of Portugal. + +That is the first chapter of the history of Portugal. + +Count Henry fought hard to defend his southern frontiers from the +incursion of the Moors until his death in 1114. Thereafter his widow +Theresa became Regent of Portugal during the minority of their son, +Affonso Henriques. A woman of great energy, resource and ambition, she +successfully waged war against the Moors, and in other ways laid the +foundations upon which her son was to build the Kingdom of Portugal. But +her passionate infatuation for one of her knights--Don Fernando Peres de +Trava--and the excessive honours she bestowed upon him, made enemies for +her in the new state, and estranged her from her son. + +In 1127 Alfonso VII. of Castile invaded Portugal, compelling Theresa +to recognize him as her suzerain. But Affonso Henriques, now aged +seventeen--and declared by the citizens of the capital to be of age and +competent to reign--incontinently refused to recognize the submission +made by his mother, and in the following year assembled an army for the +purpose of expelling her and her lover from the country. The warlike +Theresa resisted until defeated in the battle of San Mamede and taken +prisoner. + +He was little more than a boy, although four years were sped already +since, as a mere lad of fourteen, he had kept vigil throughout the night +over his arms in the Cathedral of Zamora, preparatory to receiving +the honour of knighthood at the hands of his cousin, Alfonso VII. of +Castile. Yet already he was looked upon as the very pattern of what a +Christian knight should be, worthy son of the father who had devoted his +life to doing battle against the Infidel, wheresoever he might be found. +He was well-grown and tall, and of a bodily strength that is almost a +byword to this day in that Portugal of which he was the real founder +and first king. He was skilled beyond the common wont in all knightly +exercises of arms and horsemanship, and equipped with far more +learning--though much of it was ill-digested, as this story will serve +to show--than the twelfth century considered useful or even proper in +a knight. And he was at least true to his time in that he combined a +fervid piety with a weakness of the flesh and an impetuous arrogance +that was to bring him under the ban of greater excommunication at the +very outset of his reign. + +It happened that his imprisonment of his mother was not at all pleasing +in the sight of Rome. Dona Theresa had powerful friends, who so +used their influence at the Vatican on her behalf that the Holy +Father--conveniently ignoring the provocation she had given and the +scandalous, unmotherly conduct of which she had been guilty--came to +consider the behaviour of the Infante of Portugal as reprehensibly +unfilial, and commanded him to deliver Dona Theresa at once from duress. + +This Papal order, backed by a threat of excommunication in the event of +disobedience, was brought to the young prince by the Bishop of Coimbra, +whom he counted among his friends. + +Affonso Henriques, ever impetuous and quick to anger, flushed scarlet +when he heard that uncompromising message. His dark eyes smouldered as +they considered the aged prelate. + +"You come here to bid me let loose again upon this land of Portugal that +author of strife, to deliver over the people once more to the oppression +of the Lord of Trava?" he asked. "And you tell me that unless by obeying +this command I am false to the duty I owe this country, you will launch +the curse of Rome against me? You tell me this?" + +The bishop, deeply stirred, torn between his duty to the Holy See and +his affection for his prince, bowed his head and wrung his hands. "What +choice have I?" he asked, on a quavering note. + +"I raised you from the dust." Thunder was rumbling in the prince's +voice. "Myself I placed the episcopal ring upon your finger." + +"My lord, my lord! Could I forget? All that I have I owe to you--save +only my soul, which I owe to God; my faith, which I owe to Christ; and +my obedience, which I owe to our Holy Father the Pope." + +The prince considered him in silence, mastering his passionate, +impetuous nature. "Go," he growled at last. + +The prelate bowed his head, his eyes not daring to meet his prince's. + +"God keep you, lord," he almost sobbed, and so went out. + +But though stirred by his affection for the prince to whom he owed so +much, though knowing in his inmost heart that Affonso Henriques was in +the right, the Bishop of Coimbra did not swerve from his duty to Rome, +which was as plain as it was unpalatable. Betimes next morning word was +brought to Affonso Henriques in the Alcazar of Coimbra that a +parchment was nailed to the door of the Cathedral, setting forth his +excommunication, and that the Bishop--either out of fear or out of +sorrow--had left the city, journeying northward towards Oporto. + +Affonso Henriques passed swiftly from incredulity to anger; then almost +as swiftly came to a resolve, which was as mad and harebrained as could +have been expected from a lad in his eighteenth year who held the reins +of power. Yet by its very directness and its superb ignoring of all +obstacles, legal and canonical, it was invested with a certain wild +sanity. + +In full armour, a white cloak simply embroidered in gold at the edge +and knotted at the shoulder, he rode to the Cathedral, attended by his +half-brother Pedro Affonso, and two of his knights, Emigio Moniz and +Sancho Nunes. There on the great iron-studded doors he found, as he had +been warned, the Roman parchment pronouncing him accursed, its sonorous +Latin periods set forth in a fine round clerkly hand. + +He swung down from his great horse and clanked up the Cathedral steps, +his attendants following. He had for witnesses no more than a few +loiterers, who had paused at sight of their prince. + +The interdict had so far attracted no attention, for in the twelfth +century the art of letters was a mystery to which there were few +initiates. + +Affonso Henriques tore the sheepskin from its nails, and crumpled it +in his hand; then he passed into the Cathedral, and thence came out +presently into the cloisters. Overhead a bell was clanging by his +orders, summoning the chapter. + +To the Infante, waiting there in the sun-drenched close, came presently +the canons, austere, aloof, majestic in their unhurried progress through +the fretted cloisters, with flowing garments and hands tucked into +their wide sleeves before them. In a semi-circle they arrayed themselves +before him, and waited impassively to learn his will. Overhead the bell +had ceased. + +Affonso Henriques wasted no words. + +"I have summoned you," he announced, "to command that you proceed to the +election of a bishop." + +A rustle stirred through the priestly throng. The canons looked askance +at the prince and at one another. Then one of them spoke. + +"Habemus episcopum," he said gravely, and several instantly made chorus: +"We have a bishop." + +The eyes of the young sovereign kindled. "You are wrong," he told them. +"You had a bishop, but he is here no longer. He has deserted his see, +after publishing this shameful thing." And he held aloft the crumpled +interdict. "As I am a God-fearing, Christian knight, I will not live +under this ban. Since the bishop who excommunicated me is gone, you will +at once elect another in his place who shall absolve me." + +They stood before him, silent and impassive, in their priestly dignity, +and in their assurance that the law was on their side. + +"Well?" the boy growled at them. + +"Habemus episcopum," droned a voice again. + +"Amen," boomed in chorus through the cloisters. + +"I tell you that your bishop is gone," he insisted, his voice quivering +now with anger, "and I tell you that he shall not return, that he shall +never set foot again within my city of Coimbra. Proceed you therefore at +once to the election of his successor." + +"Lord," he was answered coldly by one of them, "no such election is +possible or lawful." + +"Do you dare stand before my face, and tell me this?" he roared, +infuriated by their cold resistance. He flung out an arm in a gesture +of terrible dismissal. "Out of my sight, you proud and evil men! Back to +your cells, to await my pleasure. Since in your arrogant, stiff-necked +pride you refuse to do my will, you shall receive the bishop I shall +myself select." + +He was so terrific in his rage that they dared not tell him that he had +no power, prince though he might be, to make such an election, bowed to +him, ever impassively, and with their hands still folded, unhurried as +they had come, they now turned and filed past him in departure. + +He watched them with scowling brows and tightened lips, Moniz and Nunes +silent behind him. Suddenly those dark, watchful eyes of his were held +by the last figure of all in that austere procession--a tall, gaunt +young man, whose copper-coloured skin and hawk-featured face proclaimed +his Moorish blood. Instantly, maliciously, it flashed through the +prince's boyish mind how he might make of this man an instrument to +humble the pride of that insolent clergy. He raised his hand, and +beckoned the cleric to him. + +"What is your name?" he asked him. + +"I am called Zuleyman, lord," he was answered, and the name +confirmed--where, indeed, no confirmation was necessary--the fellow's +Moorish origin. + +Affonso Henriques laughed. It would be an excellent jest to thrust upon +these arrogant priests, who refused to appoint a bishop of their choice, +a bishop who was little better than a blackamoor. + +"Don Zuleyman," said the prince, "I name you Bishop of Coimbra in the +room of the rebel who has fled. You will prepare to celebrate High Mass +this morning, and to pronounce my absolution." + +The Christianized Moor fell back a step, his face paling under its +copper skin to a sickly grey. In the background, the hindmost members of +the retreating clerical procession turned and stood at gaze, angered and +scandalized by what they heard, which was indeed a thing beyond belief. + +"Ah no, my lord! Ah no!" Don Zuleyman was faltering. "Not that!" + +The prospect terrified him, and in his agitation he had recourse to +Latin. "Domine, non sum dignus," he cried, and beat his breast. + +But the uncompromising Affonso Henriques gave him back Latin for Latin. + +"Dixi--I have spoken!" he answered sternly. "Do not fail me in +obedience, on your life." And on that he clanked out again with his +attendants, well-pleased with his morning's work. + +As he had disposed with boyish, almost irresponsible rashness, and in +flagrant contravention of all canon law, so it fell out. Don Zuleyman, +wearing the bishop's robes and the bishop's mitre, intoned the Kyrie +Eleison before noon that day in the Cathedral of Coimbra, and pronounced +the absolution of the Infante of Portugal, who knelt so submissively and +devoutly before him. + +Affonso Henriques was very pleased with himself. He made a jest of the +affair, and invited his intimates to laugh with him. But Emigio Moniz +and the elder members of his council refused to laugh. They looked with +awe upon a deed that went perilously near to sacrilege, and implored him +to take their own sober view of the thing he had done. + +"By the bones of St. James!" he cried. "A prince is not to be +brow-beaten by a priest." + +Such a view in the twelfth century was little short of revolutionary. +The chapter of the Cathedral of Coimbra held the converse opinion that +priests were not to be browbeaten by a prince, and set themselves to +make Affonso Henriques realize this to his bitter cost. They dispatched +to Rome an account of his unconscionable, high-handed, incredible +sacrilege, and invited Rome to administer condign spiritual flagellation +upon this errant child of Mother Church. Rome made haste to vindicate +her authority, and dispatched a legate to the recalcitrant, audacious +boy who ruled in Portugal. But the distance being considerable, and +means of travel inadequate and slow, it was not until Don Zuleyman had +presided in the See of Coimbra for a full two months that the Papal +Legate made his appearance in Affonso Henriques' capital. + +A very splendid Prince of the Church was Cardinal Corrado, the envoy +dispatched by Pope Honorius II., full armed with apostolic weapons to +reduce the rebellious Infante of Portugal into proper subjection. + +His approach was heralded by the voice of rumour. Affonso Henriques +heard of it without perturbation. His conscience at ease in the +absolution which he had wrung from Mother Church after his own fashion, +he was entirely absorbed in preparations for a campaign against the +Moors which was to widen his dominions. Therefore when at length the +thunderbolt descended, it fell--so far as he was concerned--from a sky +entirely clear. + +It was towards dusk of a summer evening when the legate, in a litter +slung in line between two mules, entered Coimbra. He was attended by two +nephews, Giannino and Pierluigi da Corrado, both patricians of Rome, +and a little knot of servants. Empanoplied in his sacred office, the +cardinal had no need of the protection of men-at-arms upon a journey +through god-fearing lands. + +He was borne straight to the old Moorish palace where the Infante +resided, and came upon him there amid a numerous company in the great +pillared hall. Against a background of battle trophies, livid weapons, +implements of war, and suits of mail both Saracen and Christian, with +which the bare walls were hung, moved a gaily-clad, courtly gathering of +nobles and their women-folk, when the great cardinal, clad from head to +foot in scarlet, entered unannounced. + +Laughter rippled into silence. A hush descended upon the company, which +stood now at gaze, considering the imposing and unbidden guest. Slowly +the legate, followed by the two Roman youths, advanced down the hall, +the soft pad of his slippered feet and the rustle of his silken robes +being at first the only sound. On he came, until he stood before the +shallow dais, where in a massively carved chair sat the Infante of +Portugal, mistrustfully observing him. Affonso Henriques scented here +an enemy, an ally of his mother's, the bearer of a fresh declaration of +hostilities. Therefore of deliberate purpose he kept his seat, as if to +stress the fact that here he was the master. + +"Lord Cardinal," he greeted the legate, "be welcome to my land of +Portugal." + +The cardinal bowed stiffly, resentful of this reception. In his long +journey across the Spains, princes and nobles had flocked to kiss his +hand, and bend the knee before him, seeking his blessing. Yet this +mere boy, beardless save for a silky down about his firm young cheeks, +retained his seat and greeted him with no more submissiveness than if he +had been the envoy of some temporal prince. + +"I am the representative of our Holy Father," he announced, in a voice +of stern reproof. "I am from Rome, with these my well-beloved nephews." + +"From Rome?" quoth Affonso Henriques. For all his length of limb and +massive thews he could be impish upon occasion. He was impish now. +"Although no good has ever yet come to me from Rome, you make me +hopeful. His Holiness will have heard of the preparations I am making +for a war against the Infidel that shall carry the Cross where now +stands the Crescent, and sends me perhaps, a gift of gold or assist me +in this holy work." + +The mockery of it stung the legate sharply. His sallow, ascetic face +empurpled. + +"It is not gold I bring you," he answered, "but a lesson in the faith +which you would seem to have forgotten. I am come to teach you your +Christian duty, and to require of you immediate reparation of the +sacrilegious wrongs you have done. The Holy Father demands of you the +instant re-instatement of the Bishop of Coimbra, whom you have driven +out with threats of violence, and the degradation of the cleric you +blasphemously appointed Bishop in his stead." + +"And is that all?" quoth the boy, in a voice dangerously quiet. + +"No." Fearless in his sense of right, the legate towered before him. +"It is demanded of you further that you instantly release the lady, your +mother, from the unjust confinement in which you hold her." + +"That confinement is not unjust, as all here can witness," the Infante +answered. "Rome may believe it, because lies have been carried to +Rome. Dona Theresa's life was a scandal, her regency an injustice to my +people. She and the infamous Lord of Trava lighted the torch of civil +war in these dominions. Learn here the truth, and carry it to Rome. Thus +shall you do worthy service." + +But the prelate was obstinate and proud. + +"That is not the answer that our Holy Father awaits." + +"It is the answer that I send." + +"Rash, rebellious youth, beware!" The cardinal's anger flamed up, and +his voice swelled. "I come armed with spiritual weapons of destruction. +Do not abuse the patience of Mother Church, or you shall feel the full +weight of her wrath released against you." + +Exasperated, Affonso Henriques bounded to his feet, his face livid now +with passion, his eyes ablaze. + +"Out! Away!" he cried. "Go, my lord, and go quickly, or as God watches +us I will add here and now yet another sacrilege to those of which you +accuse me." + +The prelate gathered his ample robes about him. If pale, he was entirely +calm once more. With stern dignity, he bowed to the angry youth, and +so departed, but with such outward impassivity that it would have been +difficult to say with whom lay the victory. If Affonso Henriques thought +that night that he had conquered, morning was to shatter the illusion. + +He was awakened early by a chamberlain at the urgent instances of Emigio +Moniz, who was demanding immediate audience. Affonso Henriques sat up in +bed, and bade him to be admitted. + +The elderly knight and faithful counsellor came in, treading heavily. +His swarthy face was overcast, his mouth set in stern lines under its +grizzled beard. + +"God keep you, lord," was his greeting, so lugubriously delivered as to +sound like a pious, but rather hopeless, wish. + +"And you, Emigio," answered him the Infante. "You are early astir. What +is the cause?" + +"I'll tidings, lord." He crossed the room, unlatched and flung wide a +window. "Listen," he bade the prince. + +On the still morning air arose a sound like the drone of some gigantic +hive, or of the sea when the tide is making. Affonso Henriques +recognized it for the murmur of the multitude. + +"What does it mean?" he asked, and thrust a sinewy leg from the bed. + +"It means that the Papal Legate has done all that he threatened, and +something more. He has placed your city of Coimbra under a ban of +excommunication. The churches are closed, and until the ban is lifted +no priest will be found to baptize, marry, shrive or perform any other +Sacrament of Holy Church. The people are stricken with terror, knowing +that they share the curse with you. They are massing below at the gates +of the alcazar, demanding to see you that they may implore you to lift +from them the horror of this excommunication." + +Affonso Henriques had come to his feet by now, and he stood there +staring at the old knight, his face blenched, his stout heart clutched +by fear of these impalpable, blasting weapons that were being used +against him. + +"My God!" he groaned, and asked: "What must I do?" + +Moniz was preternaturally grave. "It is of the first importance that the +people should be pacified." + +"But how?" + +"There is one way only--by a promise that you will submit to the will +of the Holy Father, and by penance seek absolution for yourself and your +city." + +A red flush swept into the young cheeks that had been so pale. + +"What?" he cried, his voice a roar. "Release my mother, depose Zuleyman, +recall that fugitive recreant who cursed me, and humble myself to seek +pardon at the hands of this insolent Italian cleric? May my bones rot, +may I roast for ever in hell-fire if I show myself such a craven! And +do you counsel it, Emigio--do you really counsel that?" He was in a +towering rage. + +"Listen to that voice," Emigio answered him, and waved a hand to the +open window. "How else will you silence it?" + +Affonso Henriques sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his head in +his hands. He was checkmated--and yet.... + +He rose and beat his hands together, summoning chamberlain and pages to +help him dress and arm. + +"Where is the legate lodged?" he asked Moniz. + +"He is gone," the knight answered him. "He left at cock-crow, taking the +road to Spain along the Mondego--so I learnt from the watch at the River +Gate." + +"How came they to open for him?" + +"His office, lord, is a key that opens all doors at any hour of day or +night. They dared not detain or delay him." + +"Ha!" grunted the Infante. "We will go after him, then." And he made +haste to complete his dressing. Then he buckled on his great sword, and +they departed. + +In the courtyard of the alcazar, he summoned Sancho Nunes and a +half-dozen men-at-arms to attend him, mounted a charger and with Emigio +Moniz at his side and the others following, he rode out across the +draw-bridge into the open space that was thronged with the clamant +inhabitants of the stricken city. + +A great cry went up when he showed himself--a mighty appeal to him for +mercy and the remission of the curse. Then silence fell, a silence that +invited him to answer and give comfort. + +He reined in his horse, and standing in his stirrups very tall and +virile, he addressed them. + +"People of Coimbra," he announced, "I go to obtain this city's +absolution from the ban that has been laid upon it. I shall return +before sunset. Till then do you keep the peace." + +The voice of the multitude was raised again, this time to hail him as +the father and protector of the Portuguese, and to invoke the blessing +of Heaven upon his handsome head. + +Riding between Moniz and Nunes, and followed by his glittering +men-at-arms, he crossed the city and took the road along the river by +which it was known that the legate had departed. All that morning +they rode briskly amain, the Infante fasting, as he had risen, yet +unconscious of hunger and of all else but the purpose that was consuming +him. He rode in utter silence, his face set, his brows stern; and Moniz, +watching him furtively the while, wondered what thoughts were stirring +in that rash, impetuous young brain, and was afraid. + +Towards noon at last they overtook the legate's party. They espied his +mule-litter at the door of an inn in a little village some ten miles +beyond the foothills of the Bussaco range. The Infante reined up +sharply, a hoarse, fierce cry escaping him, akin to that of some +creature of the wild when it espies its prey. + +Moniz put forth a hand to seize his arm. + +"My lord, my lord," he cried, fearfully. "What is your purpose?" + +The prince looked him between the eyes, and his lips curled in a smile +that was not altogether sweet. + +"I am going to beg Cardinal Corrado to have compassion on me," he +answered, subtly mocking, and on that he swung down from his horse, and +tossed the reins to a man-at-arms. + +Into the inn he clanked, Moniz and Nunes following closely. He thrust +aside the vintner who, not knowing him, would have hindered him, great +lord though he seemed, from disturbing the holy guest who was honouring +the house. He strode on, and into the room where the Cardinal with his +noble nephews sat at dinner. + +At sight of him, fearing violence, Giannino and Pierluigi came instantly +to their feet, their hands upon their daggers. But Cardinal da Corrado +sat unmoved. He looked up, a smile of ineffable gentleness upon his +ascetic face. + +"I had hoped that you would come after me, my son," he said. "If you +come a penitent, then has my prayer been heard." + +"A penitent!" cried Affonso Henriques. He laughed wickedly, and plucked +his dagger from its sheath. + +Sancho Nunes, in terror, set a detaining hand upon his prince's arm. + +"My lord," he cried in a voice that shook, "you will not strike the +Lord's anointed--that were to destroy yourself for ever." + +"A curse," said Affonso Henriques, "perishes with him that uttered it." +He could reason loosely, you see, this hot-blooded, impetuous young +cutter of Gordian knots. "And it imports above all else that the curse +should be lifted from my city of Coimbra." + +"It shall be, my son, as soon as you show penitence and a Christian +submission to the Holy Father's will," said the undaunted Cardinal. + +"God give me patience with you," Affonso Henriques answered him. "Listen +to me now, lord Cardinal." And he leaned forward on his dagger, burying +the point of it some inches into the deal table. "That you should punish +me with the weapons of the Faith for the sins that you allege against me +I can understand and suffer. There is reason in that, perhaps. But will +you tell me what reasons there can be in punishing a whole city for an +offence which, if it exists at all, is mine alone?--and in punishing it +by a curse so terrible that all the consolations of religion are denied +those true children of Mother Church, that no priestly office may be +performed within the city, that men and women may not approach the +altars of the Faith, that they must die unshriven with their sins upon +them, and so be damned through all eternity? Where is the reason that +urges this?" + +The cardinal's smile had changed from one of benignity to one of guile. + +"Why, I will answer you. Out of their terror they will be moved to +revolt against you, unless you relieve them of the ban. Thus, Lord +Prince, I hold you in check. You make submission or else you are +destroyed." + +Affonso Henriques considered him a moment. "You answer me indeed," +said he, and then his voice swelled up in denunciation. "But this is +statecraft, not religion. And when a prince has no statecraft to match +that which is opposed to him, do you know what follows? He has recourse +to force, Lord Cardinal. You compel me to it; upon your own head the +consequences." + +The legate almost sneered. "What is the force of your poor lethal +weapons compared with the spiritual power I wield? Do you threaten me +with death? Do you think I fear it?" He rose in a surge of sudden wrath, +and tore open his scarlet robe. "Strike here with your poniard. I +wear no mail. Strike if you dare, and by the sacrilegious blow destroy +yourself in this world and the next." + +The Infante considered him. Slowly he sheathed his dagger, smiling a +little. Then he beat his hands together. His men-at-arms came in. + +"Seize me those two Roman whelps," he commanded, and pointed to Giannino +and Pierlulgi. "Seize them, and make them fast. About it!" + +"Lord Prince!" cried the legate in a voice of appeal, wherein fear and +anger trembled. + +It was the note of fear that heartened Affonso Henriques. "About it!" +he cried again, though needlessly, for already his men-at-arms were +at grips with the Cardinal's nephews. In a trice the kicking, biting, +swearing pair were overpowered, deprived of arms, and pinioned. The men +looked to their prince for further orders. In the background Moniz and +Nunes witnessed all with troubled countenances, whilst the Cardinal, +beyond the table, white to the lips, demanded in a quavering voice to +know what violence was intended, implored the Infante to consider, +and in the same breath threatened him with dread consequences of this +affront. + +Affonso Henriques, unmoved, pointed through the window to a stalwart oak +that stood before the inn. + +"Take them out there, and hang them unshriven," he commanded. + +The Cardinal swayed, and almost fell forward. He clutched the table, +speechless with terror for those lads who were as the very apple of his +eye, he who so fearlessly had bared his own breast to the steel. + +The two comely Italian youths were dragged out writhing in their +captors' hands. + +At last the half-swooning legate found his voice. "Lord Prince," he +gasped. "Lord Prince... you cannot do this infamy! You cannot! I warn +you that... that..." The threat perished unuttered, slain by mounting +terror. "Mercy! Have mercy, lord! as you hope for mercy!" + +"What mercy do you practice, you who preach a gospel of mercy in the +world, and cry for mercy now?" the Infante asked him. + +"But this is an infamy! What harm have those poor children done? What +concern is it of theirs that I have offended you in performing my sacred +duty?" + +Swift into that opening flashed the home-thrust of the Infante's answer. + +"What harm have my people of Coimbra done? What concern is it of theirs +that I have offended you? Yet to master me you did not hesitate to +strike at them with the spiritual weapons that are yours. To master you +I do not hesitate to strike at your nephews with the lethal weapons that +are mine. When you shall have seen them hang you will understand the +things that argument could not make clear to you. In the vileness of my +act you will see a reflection of the vileness of your own, and perhaps +your heart will be touched, your monstrous pride abated." + +Outside, under the tree, the figures of the men-at-arms were moving. +Expeditiously, and with indifference, they went about the preparations +for the task entrusted to them. + +The Cardinal writhed, and fought for breath. "Lord Prince, this must +not be!" He stretched forth supplicating hands. "Lord Prince, you must +release my nephews." + +"Lord Cardinal, you must absolve my people." + +"If... if you will first make submission. My duty... to the Holy See... +Oh God! Will nothing move you?" + +"When they have been hanged you will understand, and out of your own +affliction learn compassion." The Infante's voice was so cold, his +mien so resolute that the legate despaired of conquering his purpose. +Abruptly he capitulated, even as the halters went about the necks of his +two cherished lads. + +"Stop!" he screamed. "Bid them stop! The curse shall be lifted." + +Affonso Henriques opened the window with a leisureliness which to the +legate seemed to belong to the realm of nightmare. + +"Wait yet a moment," the Infante called to those outside, about whom by +now a little knot of awe-stricken villagers had gathered. Then he +turned again to Cardinal Corrado, who had sunk to his chair like a man +exhausted, and sat now panting, his elbows on the table, his head in his +hands. "Here," said the prince, "are the terms upon which you may have +their lives: Complete absolution, and Apostolic benediction for my +people and myself this very night, I on my side making submission to +the Holy Father's will to the extent of releasing my mother from duress, +with the condition that she leaves Portugal at once and does not return. +As for the banished bishop and his successor, matters must remain as +they are; but you can satisfy your conscience on that score by yourself +confirming the appointment of Don Zuleyman. Come, my lord, I am being +generous, I think. In the enlargement of my mother I afford you the +means of satisfying Rome. If you have learnt your lesson from what I +here proposed, your conscience should satisfy you of the rest." + +"Be it so," the Cardinal answered hoarsely. "I will return with you to +Coimbra and do your will." + +Thereupon, without any tinge of mockery, but in completest sincerity +in token that the feud between them was now completely healed, Affonso +Henriques went down upon his knees, like the true and humble son of Holy +Church he accounted himself, to ask a blessing at the Cardinal's hands. + + + + + + +II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + +Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + +The news of it first reached him whilst he sat at supper in the great +hall of his palace in the Kremlin. It came at a time when already there +was enough to distract his mind; for although the table before him was +spread and equipped as became an emperor's, the gaunt spectre of famine +stalked outside in the streets of Moscow, and men and women were so +reduced by it that cannibalism was alleged to be breaking out amongst +them. + +Alone, save for the ministering pages, sat Boris Godunov under the iron +lamps that made of the table, with its white napery and vessels of +gold and silver plate, an island of light in the gloom of that vast +apartment. The air was fragrant with the scent of burning pine, for +although the time of year was May, the nights were chill, and a great +log-fire was blazing on the distant hearth. To him, as he sat there, +came his trusted Basmanov with those tidings which startled him at +first, seeming to herald that at last the sword of Nemesis was swung +above his sinful head. + +Basmanov, a flush tinting the prominent cheek-bones of his sallow face, +an excited glitter in his long eyes, began by ordering the pages out of +earshot, then leaning forward quickly muttered forth his news. + +At the first words of it, the Tsar's knife clashed into his golden +platter, and his short, powerful hands clutched the carved arms of +his great gilded chair. Quickly he controlled himself, and then as he +continued to listen he was moved to scorn, and a faint smile began to +stir under his grizzled beard. + +A man had appeared in Poland--such was the burden of Basmanov's +story--coming none knew exactly whence, who claimed to be Demetrius, the +son of Ivan Vassielivitch, and lawful Tsar of Russia--Demetrius, who +was believed to have died at Uglich ten years ago, and whose remains +lay buried in Moscow, in the Church of St. Michael. This man had found +shelter in Lithuania, in the house of Prince Wisniowiecki, and thither +the nobles of Poland were now flocking to do him homage, acknowledging +him the son of Ivan the Terrible. He was said to be the living image +of the dead Tsar, save that he was swarthy and black-haired, like the +dowager Tsarina, and there were two warts on his face, such as it was +remembered had disfigured the countenance of the boy Demetrius. + +Thus Basmanov, adding that he had dispatched a messenger into Lithuania +to obtain more precise confirmation of the story. That messenger--chosen +in consequence of something else that Basmanov had been told--was +Smirnoy Otrepiev. + +The Tsar Boris sat back in his chair, his eyes on the gem encrusted +goblet, the stem of which his fingers were mechanically turning. There +was now no vestige of the smile on his round white face. It had grown +set and thoughtful. + +"Find Prince Shuiski," he said presently, "and send him to me here." + +Upon the tale the boyar had brought him he offered now no comment. + +"We will talk of this again, Basmanov," was all he said in +acknowledgment that he had heard, and in dismissal. + +But when the boyar had gone, Boris Godunov heaved himself to his feet, +and strode over to the fire, his great head sunk between his massive +shoulders. He was a short, thick-set, bow-legged man, inclining to +corpulence. He set a foot, shod in red leather reversed with ermine, +upon an andiron, and, leaning an elbow on the carved overmantel, rested +his brow against his hand. His eyes stared into the very heart of the +fire, as if they beheld there the pageant of the past, upon which his +mind was bent. + +Nineteen years were sped since Ivan the Terrible had passed away, +leaving two sons, Feodor Ivanovitch, who had succeeded him, and the +infant Demetrius. Feodor, a weakling who was almost imbecile, had +married Irene, the daughter of Boris Godunov, whereby it had fallen out +that Boris became the real ruler of Russia, the power behind the throne. +But his insatiable ambition coveted still more. He must wear the crown +as well as wield the sceptre; and this could not be until the Ruric +dynasty which had ruled Russia for nearly seven centuries should be +stamped out. Between himself and the throne stood his daughter's husband +and their child, and the boy Demetrius, who had been dispatched with his +mother, the dowager Tsarina, to Uglich. The three must be removed. + +Boris began with the last, and sought at first to drive him out of +the succession without bloodshed. He attempted to have him pronounced +illegitimate, on the ground that he was the son of Ivan's seventh +wife (the orthodox Church recognizing no wife as legitimate beyond the +third). But in this he failed. The memory of the terrible Tsar, the +fear of him, was still alive in superstitious Russia, and none dared to +dishonour his son. So Boris had recourse to other and surer means. He +dispatched his agents to Uglich, and presently there came thence a story +that the boy, whilst playing with a knife, had been taken with a fit of +epilepsy, and had fallen, running the blade into his throat. But it was +not a story that could carry conviction to the Muscovites, since with it +came the news that the town of Uglich had risen against the emissaries +of Boris, charging them with the murder of the boy, and killing them out +of hand. + +Terrible had been the vengeance which Boris had exacted. Of the luckless +inhabitants of the town two hundred were put to death by his orders, +and the rest sent into banishment beyond the Ural Mountains, whilst +the Tsarina Maria, Demetrius's mother, for having said that her boy was +murdered at the instigation of Boris, was packed off to a convent, and +had remained there ever since in close confinement. + +That had been in 1591. The next to go was Feodor's infant son, and +lastly--in 1598--Feodor himself, succumbing to a mysterious illness, and +leaving Boris a clear path to the throne. But he ascended it under the +burden of his daughter's curse. Feodor's widow had boldly faced her +father, boldly accused him of poisoning her husband to gratify his +remorseless ambitions, and on a passionate appeal to God to let it be +done by him as he had done by others she had departed to a convent, +swearing never to set eyes upon him again. + +The thought of her was with him now, as he stood there looking into +the heart of the fire; and perhaps it was the memory of her curse that +turned his stout heart to water, and made him afraid where there could +surely be no cause for fear. For five years now had he been Tsar of +Russia, and in these five years he had taken such a grip of power as was +not lightly to be loosened. + +Long he stood there, and there he was found by the magnificent Prince +Shuiski, whom he had bidden Basmanov to summon. + +"You went to Uglich when the Tsarevitch Demetrius was slain," said +Boris. His voice and mien were calm and normal. "Yourself you saw the +body. There is no possibility that you could have been mistaken in it?" + +"Mistaken?" The boyar was taken aback by the question. He was a tall +man, considerably younger than Boris, who was in his fiftieth year. His +face was lean and saturnine, and there was something sinister in the +dark, close-set eyes under a single, heavy line of eyebrow. + +Boris explained his question, telling him what he had learnt from +Basmanov. Basil Shuiski laughed. The story was an absurd one. Demetrius +was dead. Himself he had held the body in his arms, and no mistake was +possible. + +Despite himself, a sigh of relief fluttered from the lips of Boris. +Shuiski was right. It was an absurd story, this. There was nothing to +fear. He had been a fool to have trembled for a moment. + +Nevertheless, in the weeks that followed, he brooded more and more over +all that Basmanov had said. It was in the thought that the nobility of +Poland was flocking to the house of Wisniowiecki to do honour to this +false son of Ivan the Terrible, that Boris found the chief cause of +uneasiness. There was famine in Moscow, and empty bellies do not make +for loyalty. Then, too, the Muscovite nobles did not love him. He had +ruled too sternly, and had curbed their power. There were men like Basil +Shuiski who knew too much--greedy, ambitious men, who might turn +their knowledge to evil account. The moment might be propitious to +the pretender, however false his claim. Therefore Boris dispatched a +messenger to Wisniowiecki with the offer of a heavy bribe if he would +yield up the person of this false Demetrius. + +But that messenger returned empty-handed. He had reached Bragin too +late. The pretender had already left the place, and was safely lodged +in the castle of George Mniszek, the Palatine of Sandomir, to whose +daughter Maryna he was betrothed. If these were ill tidings for Boris, +there were worse to follow soon. Within a few months he learned from +Sandomir that Demetrius had removed to Cracow, and that there he had +been publicly acknowledged by Sigismund III. of Poland as the son of +Ivan Vassielivitch, the rightful heir to the crown of Russia. He +heard, too, the story upon which this belief was founded. Demetrius had +declared that one of the agents employed by Boris Godunov to procure +his murder at Uglich had bribed his physician Simon to perform the deed. +Simon had pretended to agree as the only means of saving him. He had +dressed the son of a serf, who slightly resembled Demetrius, in garments +similar to those worn by the young prince, and thereafter cut the lad's +throat, leaving those who had found the body to presume it to be +the prince's. Meanwhile, Demetrius himself had been concealed by the +physician, and very shortly thereafter carried away from Uglich, to be +placed in safety in a monastery, where he had been educated. + +Such, in brief, was the story with which Demetrius convinced the court +of Poland, and not a few who had known the boy at Uglich came forward +now to identify with him the grown man, who carried in his face so +strong a resemblance to Ivan the Terrible. That story which Boris now +heard was soon heard by all Russia, and Boris realized that something +must be done to refute it. + +But something more than assurances--his own assurances--were necessary +if the Muscovites were to believe him. And so at last Boris bethought +him of the Tsarina Maria, the mother of the murdered boy. He had her +fetched to Moscow from her convent, and told her of this pretender who +was setting up a claim to the throne of Russia, supported by the King of +Poland. + +She listened impassively, standing before him in the black robes and +conventual coif which his tyranny had imposed upon her. When he had +done, a faint smile swept over the face that had grown so hard in these +last twelve years since that day when her boy had been slain almost +under her very eyes. + +"It is a circumstantial tale," she said. "It is perhaps true. It is +probably true." + +"True!" He bounded from his seat. "True? What are you saying, woman? +Yourself you saw the boy dead." + +"I did, and I know who killed him." + +"But you saw him. You recognized him for your own, since you set the +people on to kill those whom you believed had slain him." + +"Yes," she answered. And added the question: "What do you want of me +now?" + +"What do I want?" He was amazed that she should ask, exasperated. Had +the conventual confinement turned her head? "I want your testimony. I +want you to denounce this fellow for the impostor that he is. The people +will believe you." + +"You think they will?" Interest had kindled in her glance. + +"What else? Are you not the mother of Demetrius, and shall not a mother +know her own son?" + +"You forget. He was ten years of age then--a child. Now he is a grown +man of three-and-twenty. How can I be sure? How can I be sure of +anything?" + +He swore a full round oath at her. "Because you saw him dead." + +"Yet I may have been mistaken. I thought I knew the agents of yours +who killed him. Yet you made me swear--as the price of my brothers' +lives--that I was mistaken. Perhaps I was more mistaken than we thought. +Perhaps my little Demetrius was not slain at all. Perhaps this man's +tale is true." + +"Perhaps..." He broke off to stare at her, mistrustfully, searchingly. +"What do you mean?" he asked her sharply. + +Again that wan smile crossed the hard, sharp-featured face that once had +been so lovely. "I mean that if the devil came out of hell and called +himself my son, I should acknowledge him to your undoing." + +Thus the pent-up hate and bitterness of years of brooding upon her +wrongs broke forth. Taken aback, he quailed before it. His jaw dropped +foolishly, and he stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes. + +"The people will believe me, you say--they will believe that a mother +should know her own son. Then are your hours of usurpation numbered." + +If for a moment it appalled him, yet in the end, forewarned, he was +forearmed. It was foolish of her to let him look upon the weapon with +which she could destroy him. The result of it was that she went back to +her convent under close guard, and was thereafter confined with greater +rigour than hitherto. + +Desperately Boris heard how the belief in Demetrius was gaining ground +in Russia with the people. The nobles might still be sceptical, but +Boris knew that he could not trust them, since they had no cause to love +him. He began perhaps to realize that it is not good to rule by fear. + +And then at last came Smirnoy Otrepiev back from Cracow, where he had +been sent by Basmanov to obtain with his own eyes confirmation of the +rumour which had reached the boyar on the score of the pretender's real +identity. + +The rumour, he declared, was right. The false Demetrius was none other +than his own nephew, Grishka Otrepiev, who had once been a monk, but, +unfrocked, had embraced the Roman heresy, and had abandoned himself to +licentious ways. You realize now why Smirnoy had been chosen by Basmanov +for this particular mission. + +The news heartened Boris. At last he could denounce the impostor in +proper terms, and denounce him he did. He sent an envoy to Sigismund +III. to proclaim the fellow's true identity, and to demand his expulsion +from the Kingdom of Poland; and his denunciation was supported by a +solemn excommunication pronounced by the Patriarch of Moscow against +the unfrocked monk, Grishka Otrepiev, who now falsely called himself +Demetrius Ivanovitch. + +But the denunciation did not carry the conviction that Boris expected. +It was reported that the Tsarevitch was a courtly, accomplished man, +speaking Polish and Latin, as well as Russian, skilled in horsemanship +and in the use of arms, and it was asked how an unfrocked monk had come +by these accomplishments. Moreover, although Boris, fore-warned, had +prevented the Tsarina Maria from supporting the pretender out of motives +of revenge, he had forgotten her two brothers; he had not foreseen that, +actuated by the same motives, they might do that which he had prevented +her from doing. This was what occurred. The brothers Nagoy repaired +to Cracow publicly to acknowledge Demetrius their nephew, and to enrol +themselves under his banner. + +Against this Boris realized that mere words were useless. The sword of +Nemesis was drawn indeed. His sins had found him out. Nothing remained +him but to arm and go forth to meet the impostor, who was advancing upon +Moscow with a great host of Poles and Cossacks. + +He appraised the support of the Nagoys at its right value. They, too, +had been at Uglich, and had seen the dead boy, almost seen him slain. +Vengeance upon himself was their sole motive. But was it possible that +Sigismund of Poland was really deceived, as well as the Palatine of +Sandomir, whose daughter was betrothed to the adventurer, Prince Adam +Wisniowiecki, in whose house the false Demetrius had first made his +appearance, and all those Polish nobles who flocked to his banner? Or +were they, too, moved by some ulterior motive which he could not fathom? + +That was the riddle that plagued Boris Godunov what time--in the winter +of 1604--he sent his armies to meet the invader. He sent them because, +crippled now by gout, even the satisfaction of leading them was denied +him. He was forced to stay at home in the gloomy apartments of the +Kremlin, fretted by care, with the ghosts of his evil past to keep him +company, and assure him that the hour of judgment was at hand. + +With deepening rage he heard how town after town capitulated to the +adventurer, and mistrusting Basmanov, who was in command, he sent +Shuiski to replace him. In January of 1605 the armies met at Dobrinichi, +and Demetrius suffered a severe defeat, which compelled him to fall back +on Putioli. He lost all his infantry, and every Russian taken in arms on +the pretender's side was remorselessly hanged as Boris had directed. + +Hope began to revive in the heart of Boris; but as months passed and +no decision came, those hopes faded again, and the canker of the past +gnawed at his vitals and sapped his strength. And then there was ever +present to his mind the nightmare riddle of the pretender's identity. At +last, one evening in April, he sent for Smirnoy Otrepiev to question him +again concerning that nephew of his. Otrepiev came in fear this time. It +is not good to be the uncle of a man who is giving so much trouble to a +great prince. + +Boris glared at him from blood-injected eyes. His round, white face +was haggard, his cheeks sagged, and his fleshly body had lost all its +erstwhile firm vigour. + +"I have sent for you to question you again," he said, "touching this +lewd nephew of yours, this Grishka Otrepiev, this unfrocked monk, who +claims to be Tsar of Muscovy. Are you sure, man, that you have made no +mistake--are you sure?" + +Otrepiev was shaken by the Tsar's manner, by the ferocity of his mien. +But he made answer: "Alas, Highness! I could not be mistaken. I am +sure." + +Boris grunted, and moved his body irritably in his chair. His terrible +eyes watched Otrepiev mistrustfully. He had reached the mental stage in +which he mistrusted everything and everybody. + +"You lie, you dog," he snarled savagely. + +"Highness, I swear..." + +"Lies!" Boris roared him down. "And here's the proof. Would Sigismund of +Poland have acknowledged him had he been what you say? When I denounced +him the unfrocked monk Grishka Otrepiev, would not Sigismund have +verified the statement had it been true?" + +"The brothers Nagoy, the uncles of the dead Demetrius..." Otrepiev was +beginning, when again Boris interrupted him. + +"Their acknowledgment of him came after Sigismund's, after--long +after--my denunciation." He broke into oaths. "I say you lie. Will you +stand there and pelter with me, man? Will you wait until the rack pulls +you joint from joint before you speak the truth?" + +"Highness!" cried Otrepiev, "I have served you faithfully these years." + +"The truth, man; as you hope for life," thundered the Tsar, "the whole +truth of this foul nephew of yours, if so be he is your nephew." + +And Otrepiev spoke the whole truth at last in his great dread. "He is +not my nephew." + +"Not?" It was a roar of rage. "You dared lie to me?" + +Otrepiev's knees were loosened by terror, and he went down upon them +before the irate Tsar. + +"I did not lie--not altogether. I told you a half-truth, Highness. His +name is Grishka Otrepiev; it is the name by which he always has been +known, and he is an unfrocked monk, all as I said, and the son of my +brother's wife." + +"Then... then..." Boris was bewildered. Suddenly he understood. "And his +father?" + +"Was Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. Grishka Otrepiev is King Stephen's +natural son." + +Boris seemed to fight for breath for a moment. + +"This is true?" he asked, and himself answered the question. "Of course +it is true. It is the light at last... at last. You may go." + +Otrepiev stumbled out, thankful, surprised to escape so lightly. He +could not know of how little account to Boris was the deception he had +practiced in comparison with the truth he had now revealed, a truth +that shed a fearful, dazzling light upon the dark mystery of the false +Demetrius. The problem that so long had plagued the Tsar was solved at +last. + +This pretended Demetrius, this unfrocked monk, was a natural son of +Stephen Bathory, and a Roman Catholic. Such men as Sigismund of Poland +and the Voyvode of Sandomir were not deceived on the score of his +identity. They, and no doubt other of the leading nobles of Poland, +knew the man for what he was, and because of it supported him, using the +fiction of his being Demetrius Ivanovitch to impose upon the masses, and +facilitate the pretenders occupation of the throne of Russia. And the +object of it was to set up in Muscovy a ruler who should be a Pole and +a Roman Catholic. Boris knew the bigotry of Sigismund, who already had +sacrificed a throne--that of Sweden--to his devout conscience, and he +saw clearly to the heart of this intrigue. Had he not heard that a +Papal Nuncio had been at Cracow, and that this Nuncio had been a stout +supporter of the pretender's claim? What could be the Pope's concern in +the Muscovite succession? Why should a Roman priest support the claim of +a prince to the throne of a country devoted to the Greek faith? + +At last all was clear indeed to Boris. Rome was at the bottom of this +business, whose true aim was the Romanization of Russia; and Sigismund +had fetched Rome into it, had set Rome on. Himself an elected King of +Poland, Sigismund may have seen in the ambitious son of Stephen Bathory +one who might perhaps supplant him on the Polish throne. To divert +his ambition into another channel he had fathered--if he had not +invented--this fiction that the pretender was the dead Demetrius. + +Had that fool Smirnoy Otrepiev but dealt frankly with him from the +first, what months of annoyance might he not have been spared; how easy +it might have been to prick this bubble of imposture. But better late +than never. To-morrow he would publish the true facts, and all the world +should know the truth; and it was a truth that must give pause to those +fools in this superstitious Russia, so devoted to the Orthodox Greek +Church, who favoured the pretender. They should see the trap that was +being baited for them. + +There was a banquet in the Kremlin that night to certain foreign envoys, +and Boris came to table in better spirits than he had been for many +a day. He was heartened by the thought of what was now to do, by the +conviction that he held the false Demetrius in the hollow of his hand. +There to those envoys he would announce to-night what to-morrow he would +announce to all Russia--tell them of the discovery he had made, and +reveal to his subjects the peril in which they stood. Towards the close +of the banquet he rose to address his guests, announcing that he had +an important communication for them. In silence they waited for him to +speak. And then, abruptly, with no word yet spoken, he sank back into +his chair, fighting for breath, clawing the air, his face empurpling +until suddenly the blood gushed copiously from his mouth and nostrils. + +He was vouchsafed time in which to strip off his splendid apparel and +wrap himself in a monk's robe, thus symbolizing the putting aside of +earthly vanities, and then he expired. + +It has been now and then suggested that he was poisoned. His death +was certainly most opportune to Demetrius. But there is nothing in the +manner of it to justify the opinion that it resulted from anything other +than an apoplexy. + +His death brought the sinister opportunist Shuiski back to Moscow to +place Boris's son Feodor on the throne. But the reign of this lad of +sixteen was very brief. Basmanov, who had gone back to the army, being +now inspired by jealousy and fear of the ambitious Shuiski, went over +at once to the pretender, and proclaimed him Tsar of Russia. Thereafter +events moved swiftly. Basmanov marched on Moscow, entered it in triumph, +and again proclaimed Demetrius, whereupon the people rose in revolt +against the son of the usurper Boris, stormed the Kremlin, and strangled +the boy and his mother. + +Basil Shuiski would have shared their fate had he not bought his life at +the price of betrayal. Publicly he declared to the Muscovites that the +boy whose body he had seen at Uglich was not that of Demetrius, but of a +peasant's son, who had been murdered in his stead. + +That statement cleared the last obstacle from the pretender's path, and +he advanced now to take possession of his throne. Yet before he occupied +it, he showed the real principles that actuated him, proved how true had +been Boris's conclusion. He ordered the arrest and degradation of the +Patriarch who had denounced and excommunicated him, and in his place +appointed Ignatius, Bishop of Riazan, a man suspected of belonging to +the Roman communion. + +On the 30th of June of that year 1605, Demetrius made his triumphal +entry into Moscow. He went to prostrate himself before the tomb of Ivan +the Terrible, and then to visit the Tsarina Maria, who, after a brief +communion with him in private, came forth publicly to acknowledge him as +her son. + +Just as Shuiski had purchased his life by a falsehood, so did she +purchase her enlargement from that convent where so long she had been +a prisoner, and restoration to the rank that was her proper due. After +all, she had cause for gratitude to Demetrius, who, in addition to +restoring her these things, had avenged her upon the hated Boris +Godunov. + +His coronation followed in due season, and at last this amazing +adventurer found himself firmly seated upon the throne of Russia, with +Basmanov at his right hand to help and guide him. And at first all went +well, and the young Tsar earned a certain measure of popularity. If his +swarthy face was coarse-featured, yet his bearing was so courtly and +gracious that he won his way quickly to the hearts of his people. For +the rest he was of a tall, graceful figure, a fine horseman, and of a +knightly address at arms. + +But he soon found himself in the impossible position of having to serve +two masters. On the one hand there was Russia, and the orthodox Russians +whose tsar he was, and on the other there were the Poles, who had made +him so at a price, and who now demanded payment. Because he saw that +this payment would be difficult and fraught with peril to himself +he would--after the common wont of princes who have attained their +objects--have repudiated the debt. And so he was disposed to ignore, or +at least to evade, the persistent reminders that reached him from the +Papal Nuncio, to whom he had promised the introduction into Russia of +the Roman faith. + +But presently came a letter from Sigismund couched in different terms. +The King of Poland wrote to Demetrius that word had reached him that +Boris Godunov was still alive, and that he had taken refuge in England, +adding that he might be tempted to restore the fugitive to the throne of +Muscovy. + +The threat contained in that bitter piece of sarcasm aroused Demetrius +to a sense of the responsibilities he had undertaken, which were +precisely as Boris Godunov had surmised. As a beginning he granted the +Jesuits permission to build a church within the sacred walls of the +Kremlin, whereby he gave great scandal. Soon followed other signs that +he was not a true son of the Orthodox Greek Church; he gave offence by +his indifference to public worship, by his neglect of Russian customs, +and by surrounding himself with Roman Catholic Poles, upon whom he +conferred high offices and dignities. + +And there were those at hand ready to stir up public feeling against +him, resentful boyars quick to suspect that perhaps they had been +swindled. Foremost among these was the sinister turncoat Shuiski, +who had not derived from his perjury all the profit he expected, +who resented, above all, to see Basmanov--who had ever been his +rival--invested with a power second only to that of the Tsar himself. +Shuiski, skilled in intrigue, went to work in his underground, burrowing +fashion. He wrought upon the clergy, who in their turn wrought upon the +populace, and presently all was seething disaffection under a surface +apparently calm. + +The eruption came in the following May, when Maryna, the daughter of +the Palatine of Sandomir, made her splendid entry into Moscow, the +bride-elect of the young Tsar. The dazzling procession and the feasting +that followed found little favour in the eyes of the Muscovites, who now +beheld their city aswarm with heretic Poles. + +The marriage was magnificently solemnized on the 18th of May, 1606. +And now Shuiski applied a match to the train he had so skilfully laid. +Demetrius had caused a timber fort to be built before the walls +of Moscow for a martial spectacle which he had planned for the +entertainment of his bride. Shuiski put it abroad that the fort was +intended to serve as an engine of destruction, and that the martial +spectacle was a pretence, the real object being that from the fort the +Poles were to cast firebrands into the city, and then proceed to the +slaughter of the inhabitants. + +No more was necessary to infuriate an already exasperated populace. +They flew to arms, and on the night of the 29th of May they stormed +the Kremlin, led on by the arch-traitor Shuiski himself, to the cry of +"Death to the heretic! Death to the impostor!" + +They broke into the palace, and swarmed up the stairs into the Tsar's +bedchamber, slaying the faithful Basmanov, who stood sword in hand to +bar the way and give his master time to escape. The Tsar leapt from +a balcony thirty feet to the ground, broke his leg, and lay there +helpless, to be dispatched by his enemies, who presently discovered him. + +He died firmly and fearlessly protesting that he was Demetrius +Ivanovitch. Nevertheless, he was Grishka Otrepiev, the unfrocked monk. + +It has been said that he was no more than an instrument in the hands of +priestcraft, and that because he played his part badly he met his +doom. But something more he was. He was an instrument indeed, not of +priestcraft, but of Fate, to bring home to Boris Godunov the hideous +sins that stained his soul, and to avenge his victims by personating one +of them. In that personation he had haunted Boris as effectively as if +he had been the very ghost of the boy murdered at Uglich, haunted and +tortured, and finally broken him so that he died. + +That was the part assigned him by Fate in the mysterious scheme of human +things. And that part being played, the rest mattered little. In the +nature of him and of his position it was impossible that his imposture +should be other than ephemeral. + + + + + + +III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + +An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville + +Apprehension hung like a thundercloud over the city of Seville in those +early days of the year 1481. It had been growing since the previous +October, when the Cardinal of Spain and Frey Tomas de Torquemada, +acting jointly on behalf of the Sovereigns--Ferdinand and Isabella--had +appointed the first inquisitors for Castile, ordering them to set up a +Tribunal of the Faith in Seville, to deal with the apostatizing said to +be rampant among the New-Christians, or baptized Jews, who made up so +large a proportion of the population. + +Among the many oppressive Spanish enactments against the Children +of Israel, it was prescribed that all should wear the distinguishing +circlet of red cloth on the shoulder of their gabardines; that they +should reside within the walled confines of their ghettos and never be +found beyond them after nightfall, and that they should not practice as +doctors, surgeons, apothecaries, or innkeepers. The desire to emancipate +themselves from these and other restrictions upon their commerce with +Christians and from the generally intolerable conditions of bondage +and ignominy imposed upon them, had driven many to accept baptism and +embrace Christianity. + +But even such New-Christians as were sincere in their professions of +faith failed to find in this baptism the peace they sought. Bitter +racial hostility, though sometimes tempered, was never extinguished by +their conversion. + +Hence the alarm with which they viewed the gloomy, funereal, sinister +pageant--the white-robed, black-mantled and hooded inquisitors, with +their attendant familiars and barefoot friars--headed by a Dominican +bearing the white Cross, which invaded the city of Seville one day +towards the end of December and took its way to the Convent of St. Paul, +there to establish the Holy Office of the Inquisition. The fear of the +New-Christians that they were to be the object of the attentions of this +dread tribunal had sufficed to drive some thousands of them out of the +city, to seek refuge in such feudal lordships as those of the Duke of +Medina Sidonia, the Marquis of Cadiz, and the Count of Arcos. + +This exodus had led to the publication by the newly appointed +inquisitors of the edict of 2nd January, in which they set forth +that inasmuch as it had come to their knowledge that many persons had +departed out of Seville in fear of prosecution upon grounds of heretical +pravity, they commanded the nobles of the Kingdom of Castile that within +fifteen days they should make an exact return of the persons of both +sexes who had sought refuge in their lordships or jurisdictions; that +they arrest all these and lodge them in the prison of the Inquisition in +Seville, confiscating their property, and holding it at the disposal +of the inquisitors; that none should shelter any fugitive under pain +of greater excommunication and of other penalties by law established +against abettors of heretics. + +The harsh injustice that lay in this call to arrest men and women merely +because they had departed from Seville before departure was in any way +forbidden, revealed the severity with which the inquisitors intended to +proceed. It completed the consternation of the New-Christians who had +remained behind, and how numerous these were may be gathered from the +fact that in the district of Seville alone they numbered a hundred +thousand, many of them occupying, thanks to the industry and talent +characteristic of their race, positions of great eminence. It even +disquieted the well-favoured young Don Rodrigo de Cardona, who in all +his vain, empty, pampered and rather vicious life had never yet known +perturbation. Not that he was a New-Christian. He was of a lineage that +went back to the Visigoths, of purest red Castilian blood, untainted by +any strain of that dark-hued, unclean fluid alleged to flow in Hebrew +veins. But it happened that he was in love with the daughter of the +millionaire Diego de Susan, a girl whose beauty was so extraordinary +that she was known throughout Seville and for many a mile around as +la Hermosa Fembra; and he knew that such commerce--licit or illicitly +conducted--was disapproved by the holy fathers. His relations with the +girl had been perforce clandestine, because the disapproval of the holy +fathers was matched in thoroughness by that of Diego de Susan. It had +been vexatious enough on that account not to be able to boast himself +the favoured of the beautiful and opulent Isabella de Susan; it was +exasperating to discover now a new and more imperative reason for this +odious secrecy. + +Never sped a lover to his mistress in a frame of mind more aggrieved +than that which afflicted Don Rodrigo as, tight-wrapped in his black +cloak, he gained the Calle de Ataud on that January night. + +Anon, however, when by way of a garden gate and an easily escaladed +balcony he found himself in the presence of Isabella, the delight of her +effaced all other considerations. Her father was from home, as she had +told him in the note that summoned him; he was away at Palacios on some +merchant's errand, and would not return until the morrow. The servants +were all abed, and so Don Rodrigo might put off his cloak and hat, and +lounge at his ease upon the low Moorish divan, what time she waited upon +him with a Saracen goblet filled with sweet wine of Malaga. The room in +which she received him was one set apart for her own use, her bower, a +long, low ceilinged chamber, furnished with luxury and taste. The walls +were hung with tapestries, the floor spread with costly Eastern rugs; +on an inlaid Moorish table a tall, three-beaked lamp of beaten copper +charged with aromatic oil shed light and perfume through the apartment. + +Don Rodrigo sipped his wine, and his dark, hungry eyes followed her as +she moved about him with vaguely voluptuous, almost feline grace. The +wine, the heavy perfume of the lamp, and the beauty of her played +havoc among them with his senses, so that he forgot for the moment his +Castilian lineage and clean Christian blood, forgot that she derived +from the accursed race of the Crucifiers. All that he remembered was +that she was the loveliest woman in Seville, daughter to the wealthiest +man, and in that hour of weakness he decided to convert into reality +that which had hitherto been no more than an infamous presence. He would +loyally fulfil the false, disloyal promises he had made. He would take +her to wife. It was a sacrifice which her beauty and her wealth should +make worth while. Upon that impulse he spoke now, abruptly: + +"Isabella, when will you marry me?" + +She stood before him, looking down into his weak, handsome face, her +fingers interlacing his own. She merely smiled. The question did +not greatly move her. Not knowing him for the scoundrel that he was, +guessing nothing of the present perturbation of his senses, she found it +very natural that he should ask her to appoint the day. + +"It is a question you must ask my father," she answered him. + +"I will," said he, "to-morrow, on his return." And he drew her down +beside him. + +But that father was nearer than either of them dreamed. At that very +moment the soft thud of the closing housedoor sounded through the house. +It brought her sharply to her feet, and loose from his coiling arms, +with quickened breath and blanching face. A moment she hung there, +tense, then sped to the door of the room, set it ajar and listened. + +Up the stairs came the sound of footsteps and of muttering voices. It +was her father, and others with him. + +With ever-mounting fear she turned to Don Rodrigo, and breathed the +question: "If they should come here?" + +The Castilian stood where he had risen by the divan, his face paler +now than its pale, aristocratic wont, his eyes reflecting the fear that +glittered in her own. He had no delusion as to what action Diego de +Susan would take upon discovering him. These Jewish dogs were quickly +stirred to passion, and as jealous as their betters of the honour of +their womenfolk. Already Don Rodrigo in imagination saw his clean red +Christian blood bespattering that Hebrew floor, for he had no weapon +save the heavy Toledo dagger at his girdle, and Diego de Susan was not +alone. + +It was, he felt, a ridiculous position for a Hidalgo of Spain. But his +dignity was to suffer still greater damage. In another moment she had +bundled him into an alcove behind the arras at the chamber's end, a tiny +closet that was no better than a cupboard contrived for the storing of +household linen. She had-moved with a swift precision which at another +time might have provoked his admiration, snatching up his cloak and hat, +and other evidences of his presence, quenching the lamp, and dragging +him to that place of cramped concealment, which she remained to share +with him. + +Came presently movements in the room beyond, and the voice of her +father: + +"We shall be securest from intrusion here. It is my daughter's room. +If you will give me leave, I will go down again to admit our other +friends." + +Those other friends, as Don Rodrigo gathered, continued to arrive for +the next half-hour, until in the end there must have been some twenty +of them assembled in that chamber. The mutter of voices had steadily +increased, but so confused that no more than odd words, affording no +clue to the reason of this gathering, had reached the hidden couple. + +And then quite suddenly a silence fell, and on that silence beat the +sharp, clear voice of Diego de Susan addressing them. + +"My friends," he said, "I have called you hither that we may concert +measures for the protection of ourselves and all New-Christians in +Seville from the fresh peril by which we are menaced. The edict of the +inquisitors reveals how much we have to fear. You may gather from it +that the court of the Holy Office is hardly likely to deal in justice, +and that the most innocent may find himself at any moment exposed to +its cruel mercies. Therefore it is for us now to consider how to protect +ourselves and our property from the unscrupulous activities of this +tribunal. You are the principal New Christian citizens of Seville; +you are wealthy, not only in property, but also in the goodwill of the +people, who trust and respect, and at need will follow, you. If nothing +less will serve, we must have recourse to arms; and so that we +are resolute and united, my friends, we shall prevail against the +inquisitors." + +Within the alcove, Don Rodrigo felt his skin roughening with horror at +this speech, which breathed sedition not only against the Sovereigns, +but against the very Church. And with his horror was blent a certain +increase of fear. If his situation had been perilous before, it was +tenfold more dangerous now. Discovery, since he had overheard this +treason, must mean his certain death. And Isabella, realizing the same +to the exclusion of all else, clutched his arm and cowered against him +in the dark. + +There was worse to follow. Susan's address was received with a murmur +of applause, and then others spoke, and several were named, and their +presence thus disclosed. There was the influential Manuel Sauli, who +next to Susan was the wealthiest man in Seville; there was Torralba, the +Governor of Triana; Juan Abolafio, the farmer of the royal customs, and +his brother Fernandez, the licentiate, and there were others--all of +them men of substance, some even holding office under the Crown. Not one +was there who dissented from anything that Susan had said; rather did +each contribute some spur to the general resolve. In the end it was +concerted that each of those present should engage himself to raise a +proportion of the men, arms and money that would be needed for their +enterprise. And upon that the meeting was dissolved, and they departed. +Susan himself went with them. He had work to do in the common cause, he +announced, and he would do it that very night in which it was supposed +that he was absent at Palacios. + +At last, when all had gone, and the house was still again, Isabella and +her lover crept forth from their concealment, and in the light of the +lamp which Susan had left burning each looked into the other's white, +startled face. So shaken was Don Rodrigo with horror of what he had +overheard, and with the terror of discovery, that it was with difficulty +he kept his teeth from chattering. + +"Heaven protect us!" he gasped. "What Judaizing was this?" + +"Judaizing!" she echoed. It was the term applied to apostacy, to the +relapse of New-Christians to Judaism, an offense to be expiated at the +stake. "Here was no Judaizing. Are you mad, Rodrigo? You heard no single +word that sinned against the Faith." + +"Did I not? I heard treason enough to." + +"No, nor treason either. You heard honourable, upright men considering +measures of defence against oppression, injustice, and evil +acquisitiveness masquerading in the holy garments of religion." + +He stared askance at her for a moment, then his full lips curled into a +sneer. "Of course you would seek to justify them," he said. "You are of +that foul brood yourself. But you cannot think to cozen me, who am of +clean Old-christian blood and a true son of Mother Church. These men +plot evil against the Holy Inquisition. Is that not Judaizing when it is +done by Jews?" + +She was white to the lips, and a new horror stared at him from her +great dark eyes; her lovely bosom rose and fell in tumult. Yet still she +sought to reason with him. + +"They are not Jews--not one of them. Why, Perez is himself in holy +orders. All of them are Christians, and..." + +"Newly-baptized!" he broke in, sneering viciously. "A defilement of that +holy sacrament to gain them worldly advantages. That is revealed by what +passed here just now. Jews they were born, the sons of Jews, and Jews +they remain under their cloak of mock Christianity, to be damned as +Jews in the end." He was panting now with fiery indignation; a holy zeal +inflamed this profligate defiler. "God forgive me that ever I entered +here. Yet I do believe that it was His will that I should come to +overhear what is being plotted. Let me depart from hence." + +With a passionate gesture of abhorrence he swung towards the door. Her +clutch upon his arm arrested him. + +"Whither do you go?" she asked him sharply. He looked now into her eyes, +and of all that they contained he saw only fear; he saw nothing of the +hatred into which her love had been transmuted in that moment by his +unsparing insults to herself, her race and her home, by the purpose +which she clearly read in him. + +"Whither?" he echoed, and sought to shake her off. + +"Whither my Christian duty bids me." + +It was enough for her. Before he could prevent or suspect her purpose, +she had snatched the heavy Toledo blade from his girdle, and armed with +it stood between the door and him. + +"A moment, Don Rodrigo. Do not attempt to advance, or, as Heaven watches +us, I strike, and it maybe that I shall kill you. We must talk awhile +before you go." + +Amazed, chapfallen, half-palsied, he stood before her, his fine +religious zeal wiped out by fear of that knife in her weak woman's hand. +Rapidly to-night was she coming into real knowledge of this Castilian +gentleman, whom with pride she had taken for her lover. It was a +knowledge that was to sear her presently with self-loathing and +self-contempt. But for the moment her only consideration was that, as a +direct result of her own wantonness, her father stood in mortal peril. +If he should perish through the deletion of this creature, she would +account herself his slayer. + +"You have not considered that the deletion you intend will destroy my +father," she said quietly. + +"There is my Christian duty to consider," answered he, but without +boldness now. + +"Perhaps. But there is something you must set against it. Have you no +duty as a lover--no duty to me?" + +"No earthly duty can weigh against a spiritual obligation...." + +"Ah, wait! Have patience. You have not well considered, that is plain. +In coming here in secret you wronged my father. You will not trouble to +deny it. + +"Jointly we wronged him, you and I. Will you then take advantage of +something learnt whilst you were hiding there like a thief from the +consequences of what you did, and so do him yet this further wrong?" + +"Must I wrong my conscience?" he asked her sullenly. + +"Indeed, I fear you must." + +"Imperil my immortal soul?" He almost laughed. + +"You talk in vain." + +"But I have something more than words for you." With her left hand she +drew upon the fine gold chain about her neck, and brought forth a tiny +jewelled cross. Passing the chain over her head, she held it out. + +"Take this," she bade him. "Take it, I say. Now, with that sacred symbol +in your hand, make solemn oath to divulge no word of what you have +learnt here tonight, or else resign yourself to an unshriven death. For +either you take that oath, or I rouse the servants and have you dealt +with as one who has intruded here unbidden for an evil end." She backed +away from him as she spoke, and threw wide the door. Then, confronting +him from the threshold, she admonished him again, her voice no louder +than a whisper. "Quick now! Resolve yourself. Will you die here with all +your sins upon you, and so destroy for all eternity the immortal soul +that urges you to this betrayal, or will you take the oath that I +require?" + +He began an argument that was like a sermon of the Faith. But she cut +him short. "For the last time!" she bade him. "Will you decide?" + +He chose the coward's part, of course, and did violence tomb fine +conscience. With the cross in his hand he repeated after her the words +of the formidable oath that she administered, an oath which it must damn +his immortal soul to break. Because of that, because she imagined that +she had taken the measure of his faith, she returned him his dagger, +and let him go at last. She imagined that she had bound him fast in +irrefragable spiritual bonds. + +And even on the morrow, when her father and all those who had been +present at that meeting at Susan's house were arrested by order of the +Holy Office of the Inquisition, she still clung to that belief. Yet +presently a doubt crept in, a doubt that she must at all costs resolve. +And so presently she called for her litter, and had herself carried to +the Convent of St. Paul, where she asked to see Frey Alonso de Ojeda, +the Prior of the Dominicans of Seville. + +She was left to wait in a square, cheerless, dimly-lighted room pervaded +by a musty smell, that had for only furniture a couple of chairs and +a praying-stool, and for only ornament a great, gaunt crucifix hanging +upon one of its whitewashed walls. + +Thither came presently two Dominican friars. One of these was a +harsh-featured man of middle height and square build, the uncompromising +zealot Ojeda. The other was tall and lean, stooping slightly at the +shoulders, haggard and pale of countenance, with deep-set, luminous dark +eyes, and a tender, wistful mouth. This was the Queen's confessor, Frey +Tomas de Torquemada, Grand Inquisitor of Castile. He approached her, +leaving Ojeda in the background, and stood a moment regarding her with +eyes of infinite kindliness and compassion. + +"You are the daughter of that misguided man, Diego de Susan," he said, +in a gentle voice. "God help and strengthen you, my child, against the +trials that may be in store for you. What do you seek at our poor hands? +Speak, child, without fear." + +"Father," she faltered, "I come to implore your pity." + +"No need to implore it, child. Should I withhold pity who stand myself +in need of pity, being a sinner--as are we all." + +"It is for my father that I come to beg your mercy." + +"So I supposed." A shade crossed the gentle, wistful face; the tender +melancholy deepened in the eyes that regarded her. "If your father is +innocent of what has been alleged against him, the benign tribunal of +the Holy Office will bring his innocence to light, and rejoice therein; +if he is guilty, if he has strayed--as we may all stray unless fortified +by heavenly grace--he shall be given the means of expiation, that his +salvation may be assured him." + +She shivered at the words. She knew the mercy in which the inquisitors +dealt, a mercy so spiritual that it took no account of the temporal +agonies inflicted to ensure it. + +"My father is innocent of any sin against the Faith," said she. + +"Are you so sure?" croaked the harsh voice of Ojeda, breaking in. +"Consider well. Remember that your duty as a Christian is above your +duty as a daughter." + +Almost had she bluntly demanded the name of her father's accuser, that +thus she might reach the object of her visit. Betimes she checked the +rash impulse, perceiving that subtlety was here required; that a direct +question would close the door to all information. Skilfully, then, she +chose her line of attack. + +"I am sure," she exclaimed, "that he is a more fervent and pious +Christian--New-Christian though he be--than his accuser." + +The wistfulness faded from Torquemada's eyes. They grew keen, as became +the eyes of an inquisitor, the eyes of a sleuth, quick to fasten on a +spoor. But he shook his head. + +Ojeda advanced. "That I cannot believe," said he. "The deletion was +made from a sense of duty so pure that the delator did not hesitate to +confess the sin of his own commission through which he had discovered +the treachery of Don Diego and his associates." + +She could have cried out in anguish at this answer to her unspoken +question. Yet she controlled herself, and that no single doubt should +linger, she thrust boldly home. + +"He confessed it?" she cried, seemingly aghast. The friar slowly nodded. +"Don Rodrigo confessed?" she insisted, as will the incredulous. + +Abruptly the friar nodded again; and as abruptly checked, recollecting +himself. + +"Don Rodrigo?" he echoed, and asked: "Who mentioned Don Rodrigo?" + +But it was too late. His assenting nod had betrayed the truth, had +confirmed her worst fear. She swayed a little; the room swam round +her, she felt as she would swoon. Then blind indignation against that +forsworn betrayer surged to revive her. If it was through her weakness +and undutifulness that her father had been destroyed, through her +strength should he be avenged, though in doing so she pulled down and +destroyed herself. + +"And he confessed to his own sin?" she was repeating slowly, ever on +that musing, incredulous note. "He dared confess himself a Judaizer?" + +"A Judaizer!" Sheer horror now overspread the friar's grim countenance. +"A Judaizer! Don Rodrigo? Oh, impossible!" + +"But I thought you said he had confessed." + +"Why, yes, but... but not to that." Her pale lips smiled, sadly +contemptuous. + +"I see. He set limits of prudence upon his confession. He left out +his Judatting practices. He did not tell you, for instance, that this +deletion was an act of revenge against me who refused to marry him, +having discovered his unfaith, and fearing its consequences in this +world and the next." + +Ojeda stared at her in sheer, incredulous amazement. + +And then Torquemada spoke: "Do you say that Don Rodrigo de Cardona is a +Judaizer? Oh, it is unbelievable." + +"Yet I could give you evidence that should convince you." + +"Then so you shall. It is your sacred duty, lest you become an abettor +of heresy, and yourself liable to the extreme penalty." + +It would be a half-hour later, perhaps, when she quitted the Convent +of St. Paul to return home, with Hell in her heart, knowing in life no +purpose but that of avenging the parent her folly had destroyed. As she +was being carried past the Alcazar, she espied across the open space +a tall, slim figure in black, in whom she recognized her lover, and +straightway she sent the page who paced beside her litter to call him to +her side. The summons surprised him after what had passed between them; +moreover, considering her father's present condition, he was reluctant +to be seen in attendance upon the beautiful, wealthy Isabella de Susan. +Nevertheless, urged on by curiosity, he went. + +Her greeting increased his surprise. + +"I am in deep distress, Rodrigo, as you may judge," she told him sadly. +"You will have heard what has befallen my father?" + +He looked at her sharply, yet saw nothing but loveliness rendered more +appealing by sorrow. Clearly she did not suspect him of betrayal; did +not realize that an oath extorted by violence--and an oath, moreover, to +be false to a sacred duty--could not be accounted binding. + +"I... I heard of it an hour ago," he lied a thought unsteadily. "I... I +commiserate you deeply." + +"I deserve commiseration," answered she, "and so does my poor father, +and those others. It is plain that amongst those he trusted there was +a traitor, a spy, who went straight from that meeting to inform against +them. If I but had a list it were easy to discover the betrayer. One +need but ascertain who is the one of all who were present whose arrest +has been omitted." Her lovely sorrowful eyes turned full upon him. "What +is to become of me now, alone in the world?" she asked him. "My father +was my only friend." + +The subtle appeal of her did its work swiftly. Besides, he saw here a +noble opportunity worth surely some little risk. + +"Your only friend?" he asked her thickly. "Was there no one else? Is +there no one else, Isabella?" + +"There was," she said, and sighed heavily. "But after what befell last +night, when... You know what is in my mind. I was distraught then, +mad with fear for this poor father of mine, so that I could not even +consider his sin in its full heinousness, nor see how righteous was your +intent to inform against him. Yet I am thankful that it was not by +your deletion that he was taken. The thought of that is to-day my only +consolation." + +They had reached her house by now. Don Rodrigo put forth his arm to +assist her to alight from her litter, and begged leave to accompany her +within. But she denied him. + +"Not now--though I am grateful to you, Rodrigo. Soon, if you will come +and comfort me, you may. I will send you word when I am more able to +receive you--that is, if I am forgiven for..." + +"Not another word," he begged her. "I honour you for what you did. It is +I who should sue to you for forgiveness." + +"You are very noble and generous, Don Rodrigo. God keep you!" And so she +left him. + +She had found him--had she but known it--a dejected, miserable man in +the act of reckoning up all that he had lost. In betraying Susan he had +acted upon an impulse that sprang partly from rage, and partly from +a sense of religious duty. In counting later the cost to himself, +he cursed the folly of his rage, and began to wonder if such strict +observance of religious duty was really worth while to a man who had his +way to make in the world. In short, he was in the throes of reaction. +But now, in her unsuspicion, he found his hopes revive. She need never +know. The Holy Office preserved inviolate secrecy on the score of +deletions--since to do otherwise might be to discourage delators--and +there were no confrontations of accuser and accused, such as took place +in temporal courts. Don Rodrigo left the Calle de Ataud better pleased +with the world than he had been since morning. + +On the morrow he went openly to visit her; but he was denied, a servant +announcing her indisposed. This fretted him, damped his hopes, and +thereby increased his longing. But on the next day he received from her +a letter which made him the most ample amends: + +"Rodrigo,--There is a matter on which we must come early to an +understanding. Should my poor father be convicted of heresy and +sentenced, it follows that his property will be confiscated, since as +the daughter of a convicted heretic I may not inherit. For myself I care +little; but I am concerned for you, Rodrigo, since if in spite of what +has happened you would still wish to make me your wife, as you declared +on Monday, it would be my wish to come to you well dowered. Now the +inheritance which would be confiscated by the Holy Office from the +daughter of a heretic might not be so confiscated from the wife of a +gentleman of Castile. I say no more. Consider this well, and decide as +your heart dictates. I shall receive you to-morrow if you come to me. + +"Isabella." + +She bade him consider well. But the matter really needed little +consideration. Diego de Susan was sure to go to the fire. His fortune +was estimated at ten million maravedis. That fortune, it seemed, Rodrigo +was given the chance to make his own by marrying the beautiful Isabella +at once, before sentence came to be passed upon her father. The +Holy Office might impose a fine, but would not go further where the +inheritance of a Castilian nobleman of clean lineage was concerned. He +was swayed between admiration of her shrewdness and amazement at his own +good fortune. Also his vanity was immensely flattered. + +He sent her three lines to protest his undying love, and his resolve +to marry her upon the morrow, and went next day in person, as she had +bidden him, to carry out the resolve. + +She received him in the mansion's best room, a noble chamber furnished +with a richness such as no other house in Seville could have boasted. +She had arrayed herself for the interview with an almost wanton cunning +that should enhance her natural endowments. Her high-waisted gown, +low-cut and close-fitting in the bodice, was of cloth of gold, edged +with miniver at skirt and cuffs and neck. On her white bosom hung a +priceless carcanet of limpid diamonds, and through the heavy tresses of +her bronze-coloured hair was coiled a string of lustrous pearls. Never +had Don Rodrigo found her more desirable; never had he felt so secure +and glad in his possession of her. The quickening blood flushing now his +olive face, he gathered her slim shapeliness into his arms, kissing her +cheek, her lips, her neck. + +"My pearl, my beautiful, my wife!" he murmured, rapturously. Then added +the impatient question: "The priest? Where is the priest that shall make +us one?" + +Deep, unfathomable eyes looked up to meet his burning glance. +Languorously she lay against his breast, and her red lips parted in a +smile that maddened him. + +"You love me, Rodrigo--in spite of all?" + +"Love you!" It was a throbbing, strangled cry, an almost inarticulate +ejaculation. "Better than life--better than salvation." + +She fetched a sigh, as of deep content, and nestled closer. "Oh, I am +glad--so glad--that your love for me is truly strong. I am about to put +it to the test, perhaps." + +He held her very close. "What is this test, beloved?" + +"It is that I want this marriage knot so tied that it shall be +indissoluble save by death." + +"Why, so do I," quoth he, who had so much to gain. + +"And, therefore, because after all, though I profess Christianity, there +is Jewish blood in my veins, I would have a marriage that must satisfy +even my father when he regains his freedom, as I believe he will--for, +after all, he is not charged with any sin against the faith." + +She paused, and he was conscious of a premonitory chill upon his ardour. + +"What do you mean?" he asked her, and his voice was strained. + +"I mean--you'll not be angry with me?--I mean that I would have us +married not only by a Christian priest, and in the Christian manner, +but also and first of all by a Rabbi, and in accordance with the Jewish +rites." + +Upon the words, she felt his encircling arms turn limp, and relax their +grip upon her, whereupon she clung to him the more tightly. + +"Rodrigo! Rodrigo! If you truly love me, if you truly want me, you'll +not deny me this condition, for I swear to you that once I am your wife +you shall never hear anything again to remind you that I am of Jewish +blood." + +His face turned ghastly pale, his lips writhed and twitched, and beads +of sweat stood out upon his brow. + +"My God!" he groaned. "What do you ask? I... I can't. It were a +desecration, a defilement." + +She thrust him from her in a passion. "You regard it so? You protest +love, and in the very hour when I propose to sacrifice all to you, you +will not make this little sacrifice for my sake, you even insult the +faith that was my forbears', if it is not wholly mine. I misjudged you, +else I had not bidden you here to-day. I think you had better leave me." + +Trembling, appalled, a prey to an ineffable tangle of emotion, he sought +to plead, to extenuate his attitude, to move her from her own. He ranted +torrentially, but in vain. She stood as cold and aloof as earlier she +had been warm and clinging. He had proved the measure of his love. He +could go his ways. + +The thing she proposed was to him, as he had truly said, a desecration, +a defilement. Yet to have dreamed yourself master of ten million +maravedis, and a matchless woman, is a dream not easily relinquished. +There was enough cupidity in his nature, enough neediness in his +condition, to make the realization of that dream worth the defilement of +the abominable marriage rites upon which she insisted. But fear remained +where Christian scruples were already half-effaced. + +"You do not realize," he cried. "If it were known that I so much as +contemplated this, the Holy Office would account it clear proof of +apostasy, and send me to the fire." + +"If that were your only objection it were easily overcome," she informed +him coldly. "For who should ever inform against you? The Rabbi who is +waiting above-stairs dare not for his own life's sake betray us, and who +else will ever know?" + +"You can be sure of that?" + +He was conquered. But she played him yet awhile, compelling him in his +turn to conquer the reluctance which his earlier hesitation had begotten +in her, until it was he who pleaded insistently for this Jewish marriage +that filled him with such repugnance. + +And so at last she yielded, and led him up to that bower of hers in +which the conspirators had met. + +"Where is the Rabbi?" he asked impatiently, looking round that empty +room. + +"I will summon him if you are quite sure that you desire him." + +"Sure? Have I not protested enough? Can you still doubt me?" + +"No," she said. She stood apart, conning him steadily. "Yet I would not +have it supposed that you were in any way coerced to this." They were +odd words; but he heeded not their oddness. He was hardly master of the +wits which in themselves were never of the brightest. "I require you +to declare that it is your own desire that our marriage should be +solemnized in accordance with the Jewish rites and the law of Moses." + +And he, fretted now by impatience, anxious to have this thing done and +ended, made answer hastily: + +"Why, to be sure I do declare it to be my wish that we should be so +married--in the Jewish manner, and in accordance with the law of Moses. +And now, where is the Rabbi?" He caught a sound and saw a quiver in +the tapestries that masked the door of the alcove. "Ah! He is here, I +suppose...." + +He checked abruptly, and recoiled as from a blow, throwing up his hands +in a convulsive gesture. The tapestry had been swept aside, and forth +stepped not the Rabbi he expected, but a tall, gaunt man, stooping +slightly at the shoulders, dressed in the white habit and black cloak of +the order of St. Dominic, his face lost in the shadows of a black cowl. +Behind him stood two lay brothers of the order, two armed familiars of +the Holy Office, displaying the white cross on their sable doublets. + +Terrified by that apparition, evoked, as it seemed, by those terribly +damning words he had pronounced, Don Rodrigo stood blankly at gaze a +moment, not even seeking to understand how this dread thing had come to +pass. + +The friar pushed back his cowl, as he advanced, and displayed the +tender, compassionate, infinitely wistful countenance of Frey Tomas de +Torquemada. And infinitely compassionate and wistful came the voice of +that deeply sincere and saintly man. + +"My son, I was told this of you--that you were a Judaizer--yet before +I could bring myself to believe so incredible a thing in one of your +lineage, I required the evidence of my own senses. Oh, my poor child, by +what wicked counsels have you been led so far astray?" The sweet, tender +eyes of the inquisitor were luminous with unshed tears. Sorrowing pity +shook his gentle voice. + +And then Don Rodrigo's terror changed to wrath, and this exploded. He +flung out an arm towards Isabella in passionate denunciation. + +"It was that woman who bewitched and fooled and seduced me into this. It +was a trap she baited for my undoing." + +"It was, indeed. She had my consent to do so, to test the faith which I +was told you lacked. Had your heart been free of heretical pravity the +trap had never caught you; had your faith been strong, my son, you could +not have been seduced from loyalty to your Redeemers." + +"Father! Hear me, I implore you!" He flung down upon his knees, and held +out shaking, supplicating hands. + +"You shall be heard, my son. The Holy Office does not condemn any man +unheard. But what hope can you put in protestations? I had been told +that your life was disorderly and vain, and I grieved that it should be +so, trembled for you when I heard how wide you opened the gates of your +soul to evil. But remembering that age and reason will often make good +and penitent amends for the follies of early life, I hoped and prayed +for you. Yet that you should Judaize--that you should be bound in +wedlock by the unclean ties of Judaism--Oh!" The melancholy voice +broke off upon a sob, and Torquemada covered his pale face with his +hands--long, white, emaciated, almost transparent hands. "Pray now, +my child, for grace and strength," he exhorted. "Offer up the little +temporal suffering that may yet be yours in atonement for your error, +and so that your heart be truly contrite and penitent, you shall deserve +salvation from that Divine Mercy which is boundless. You shall have my +prayers, my son. I can do no more. Take him hence." + +On the 6th of February of that year 1481, Seville witnessed the first +Auto de Fe, the sufferers being Diego de Susan, his fellow-conspirators, +and Don Rodrigo de Cardona. The function presented but little of the +ghastly pomp that was soon to distinguish these proceedings. But the +essentials were already present. + +In a procession headed by a Dominican bearing aloft the green Cross of +the Inquisition, swathed in a veil of crepe, behind whom walked two +by two the members of the Confraternity of St. Peter the Martyr, the +familiars of the Holy Office, came the condemned, candle in hand, +barefoot, in the ignominious yellow penitential sack. Hemmed about by +halberdiers, they were paraded through the streets to the Cathedral, +where Mass was said and a sermon of the faith preached to them by +the stern Ojeda. Thereafter they were conveyed beyond the city to the +meadows of Tablada, where the stake and faggots awaited them. + +Thus the perjured accuser perished in the same holocaust with the +accused. Thus was Isabella de Susan, known as la Hermosa Fembra, avenged +by falseness upon the worthless lover who made her by falseness the +instrument of her father's ruin. + +For herself, when all was over, she sought the refuge of a convent. But +she quitted it without professing. The past gave her no peace, and she +returned to the world to seek in excesses an oblivion which the cloister +denied her and only death could give. In her will she disposed that her +skull should be placed over the doorway of the house in the Calle de +Ataud, as a measure of posthumous atonement for her sins. And there the +fleshless, grinning skull of that once lovely head abode for close upon +four hundred years. It was still to be seen there when Buonaparte's +legions demolished the Holy Office of the Inquisition. + + + + + + +IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + +The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + +There is not in all that bitter tragi-comic record of human frailty +which we call History a sadder story than this of the Princess Anne, the +natural daughter of the splendid Don John of Austria, natural son of the +Emperor Charles V. and, so, half-brother to the bowelless King Philip +II. of Spain. Never was woman born to royal or semi-royal state who was +more utterly the victim of the circumstances of her birth. + +Of the natural sons of princes something could be made, as witness the +dazzling career of Anne's own father; but for natural daughters--and +especially for one who, like herself, bore a double load of +cadency--there was little use or hope. Their royal blood set them in a +class apart; their bastardy denied them the worldly advantages of that +spurious eminence. Their royal blood prescribed that they must mate with +princes; their bastardy raised obstacles to their doing so. Therefore, +since the world would seem to hold no worthy place for them, it +was expedient to withdraw them from the world before its vanities +beglamoured them, and to immure them in convents, where they might +aspire with confidence to the sterile dignity of abbesshood. + +Thus it befell with Anne. At the early age of six she had been sent to +the Benedictine convent at Burgos, and in adolescence removed thence +to the Monastery of Santa Maria la Real at Madrigal, where it was +foreordained that she should take the veil. She went unwillingly. She +had youth, and youth's hunger of life, and not even the repressive +conditions in which she had been reared had succeeded in extinguishing +her high spirit or in concealing from her the fact that she was +beautiful. On the threshold of that convent which by her dread uncle's +will was to be her living tomb, above whose gates her spirit may have +beheld the inscription, "Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate!" she +made her protest, called upon the bishop who accompanied her to bear +witness that she did not go of her own free will. + +But what she willed was a matter of no account. King Philip's was, +under God's, the only will in Spain. Still, less perhaps to soften the +sacrifice imposed upon her than because of what he accounted due to one +of his own blood, his Catholic Majesty accorded her certain privileges +unusual to members of religious communities: he granted her a little +civil list--two ladies-in-waiting and two grooms--and conferred upon her +the title of Excellency, which she still retained even when after her +hurried novitiate of a single year she had taken the veil. She submitted +where to have striven would have been to have spent herself in vain; +but her resignation was only of the body, and this dejected body moved +mechanically through the tasks and recreations that go to make up the +grey monotone of conventual existence; in which one day is as another +day, one hour as another hour; in which the seasons of the year +lose their significance; in which time has no purpose save for its +subdivision into periods devoted to sleeping and waking, to eating and +fasting, to praying and contemplating, until life loses all purpose and +object, and sterilizes itself into preparation for death. + +Though they might command and compel her body, her spirit remained +unfettered in rebellion. Anon the claustral apathy might encompass her; +in time and by slow degrees she might become absorbed into the grey +spirit of the place. But that time was not yet. For the present she must +nourish her caged and starving soul with memories of glimpses caught in +passing of the bright, active, stirring world without; and where memory +stopped she had now beside her a companion to regale her with tales of +high adventure and romantic deeds and knightly feats, which served but +to feed and swell her yearnings. + +This companion, Frey Miguel de Souza, was a Portuguese friar of the +order of St. Augustine, a learned, courtly man who had moved in the +great world and spoke with the authority of an eye-witness. And above +all he loved to talk of that last romantic King of Portugal, with +whom he had been intimate, that high-spirited, headstrong, gallant, +fair-haired lad Sebastian, who at the age of four-and-twenty had led +the disastrous overseas expedition against the Infidel, which had been +shattered on the field of Alcacer-el-Kebir some fifteen years ago. + +He loved to paint for her in words the dazzling knightly pageants he had +seen along the quays at Lisbon, when that expedition was embarking with +crusader ardour, the files of Portuguese knights and men-at-arms, the +array of German and Italian mercenaries, the young king in his bright +armour, bare of head--an incarnation of St. Michael--moving forward +exultantly amid flowers and acclamations to take ship for Africa. And +she would listen with parted lips and glistening eyes, her slim body +bending forward in her eagerness to miss no word of this great epic. +Anon when he came to tell of that disastrous day of Alcacer-el-Kebir, +her dark, eager eyes would fill with tears. His tale of it was hardly +truthful. He did not say that military incompetence and a presumptuous +vanity which would listen to no counsels had been the cause of a ruin +that had engulfed the chivalry of Portugal, and finally the very kingdom +itself. He represented the defeat as due to the overwhelming numbers +of the Infidel, and dwelt at length upon the closing scene, told her +in fullest detail how Sebastian had scornfully rejected the counsels of +those who urged him to fly when all was lost, how the young king, who +had fought with a lion-hearted courage, unwilling to survive the day's +defeat, had turned and ridden back alone into the Saracen host to fight +his last fight and find a knightly death. Thereafter he was seen no +more. + +It was a tale she never tired of hearing, and it moved her more and more +deeply each time she listened to it. She would ply him with questions +touching this Sebastian, who had been her cousin, concerning his ways +of life, his boyhood, and his enactments when he came to the crown +of Portugal. And all that Frey Miguel de Souza told her served but +to engrave more deeply upon her virgin mind the adorable image of the +knightly king. Ever present in the daily thoughts of this ardent girl, +his empanoplied figure haunted now her sleep, so real and vivid that +her waking senses would dwell fondly upon the dream-figure as upon the +memory of someone seen in actual life; likewise she treasured up the +memory of the dream--words he had uttered, words it would seem begotten +of the longings of her starved and empty heart, words of a kind not +calculated to bring peace to the soul of a nun professed. She was +enamoured, deeply, fervently, and passionately enamoured of a myth, a +mental image of a man who had been dust these fifteen years. She mourned +him with a fond widow's mourning; prayed daily and nightly for the +repose of his soul, and in her exaltation waited now almost impatiently +for death that should unite her with him. Taking joy in the thought that +she should go to him a maid, she ceased at last to resent the maidenhood +that had been imposed upon her. + +One day a sudden, wild thought filled her with a strange excitement. + +"Is it so certain that he is dead?" she asked. "When all is said, none +actually saw him die, and you tell me that the body surrendered by +Mulai-Ahmed-ben-Mahomet was disfigured beyond recognition. Is it not +possible that he may have survived?" + +The lean, swarthy face of Frey Miguel grew pensive. He did not +impatiently scorn the suggestion as she had half-feared he would. + +"In Portugal," he answered slowly, "it is firmly believed that he lives, +and that one day he will come, like another Redeemer, to deliver his +country from the thrall of Spain." + +"Then... then..." + +Wistfully, he smiled. "A people will always believe what it wishes to +believe." + +"But you, yourself?" she pressed him. + +He did not answer her at once. The cloud of thought deepened on his +ascetic face. He half turned from her--they were standing in the shadow +of the fretted cloisters--and his pensive eyes roamed over the wide +quadrangle that was at once the convent garden and burial ground. +Out there in the sunshine amid the hum of invisible but ubiquitously +pulsating life, three nuns, young and vigorous, their arms bared to +the elbows, the skirts of their black habits shortened by a cincture of +rope, revealing feet roughly shod in wood, were at work with spade and +mattock, digging their own graves in memento mori. Amid the shadows of +the cloisters, within sight but beyond earshot, hovered Dona Maria de +Grado and Dona Luiza Nieto, the two nobly-born nuns appointed by King +Philip to an office as nearly akin to that of ladies-in-waiting as +claustral conditions would permit. + +At length Frey Miguel seemed to resolve himself. + +"Since you ask me, why should I not tell you? When I was on my way to +preach the funeral oration in the Cathedral at Lisbon, as befitted +one who had been Don Sebastian's preacher, I was warned by a person of +eminence to have a care of what I said of Don Sebastian, for not only +was he alive, but he would be secretly present at the Requiem." + +He met her dilating glance, noted the quivering of her parted lips. + +"But that," he added, "was fifteen years ago, and since then I have had +no sign. At first I thought it possible... there was a story afloat that +might have been true... But fifteen years!" He sighed, and shook his +head. + +"What... what was the story?" She was trembling from head to foot. + +"On the night after the battle three horsemen rode up to the gates of +the fortified coast-town of Arzilla. When the timid guard refused to +open to them, they announced that one of them was King Sebastian, and +so won admittance. One of the three was wrapped in a cloak, his +face concealed, and his two companions were observed to show him the +deference due to royalty." + +"Why, then..." she was beginning. + +"Ah, but afterwards," he interrupted her, "afterwards, when all +Portugal was thrown into commotion by that tale, it was denied that King +Sebastian had been among these horsemen. It was affirmed to have been no +more than a ruse of those men's to gain the shelter of the city." + +She questioned and cross-questioned him upon that, seeking to draw from +him the admission that it was possible denial and explanation obeyed the +wishes of the hidden prince. + +"Yes, it is possible," he admitted at length, "and it is believed by +many to be the fact. Don Sebastian was as sensitive as high-spirited. +The shame of his defeat may have hung so heavily upon him that he +preferred to remain in hiding, and to sacrifice a throne of which he +now felt himself unworthy. Half Portugal believes it so, and waits and +hopes." + +When Frey Miguel parted from her that day, he took with him the clear +conviction that not in all Portugal was there a soul who hoped +more fervently than she that Don Sebastian lived, or yearned more +passionately to acclaim him should he show himself. And that was much to +think, for the yearning of Portugal was as the yearning of the slave for +freedom. + +Sebastian's mother was King Philip's sister, whereby King Philip had +claimed the succession, and taken possession of the throne of Portugal. +Portugal writhed under the oppressive heel of that foreign rule, and +Frey Miguel de Sousa himself, a deeply, passionately patriotic man, +had been foremost among those who had sought to liberate her. When Don +Antonio, the sometime Prior of Crato, Sebastian's natural cousin, and +a bold, ambitious, enterprising man, had raised the standard of revolt, +the friar had been the most active of all his coadjutators. In those +days Frey Miguel, who was the Provincial of his order, a man widely +renowned for his learning and experience of affairs, who had been +preacher to Don Sebastian and confessor to Don Antonio, had wielded a +vast influence in Portugal. That influence he had unstintingly exerted +on behalf of the Pretender, to whom he was profoundly devoted. After Don +Antonio's army had been defeated on land by the Duke of Alba, and his +fleet shattered in the Azores in 1582 by the Marquis of Santa Cruz, +Frey Miguel found himself deeply compromised by his active share in the +rebellion. He was arrested and suffered a long imprisonment in Spain. In +the end, because he expressed repentance, and because Philip II., +aware of the man's gifts and worth, desired to attach him to himself by +gratitude, he was enlarged, and appointed Vicar of Santa Maria la Real, +where he was now become confessor, counsellor and confidant of the +Princess Anne of Austria. + +But his gratitude to King Philip was not of a kind to change his +nature, to extinguish his devotion to the Pretender, Don Antonio--who, +restlessly ambitious, continued ceaselessly to plot abroad--or yet to +abate the fervour of his patriotism. The dream of his life was ever +the independence of Portugal, with a native prince upon the throne. +And because of Anne's fervent hope, a hope that grew almost daily into +conviction, that Sebastian had survived and would return one day to +claim his kingdom, those two at Madrigal, in that quiet eddy of the +great stream of life, were drawn more closely to each other. + +But as the years passed, and Anne's prayers remained unanswered and the +deliverer did not come, her hopes began to fade again. Gradually she +reverted to her earlier frame of mind in which all hopes were set upon a +reunion with the unknown beloved in the world to come. + +One evening in the spring of 1594--four years after the name of +Sebastian had first passed between the priest and the princess--Frey +Miguel was walking down the main street of Madrigal, a village whose +every inhabitant was known to him, when he came suddenly face to face +with a stranger. A stranger would in any case have drawn his attention, +but there was about this man something familiar to the friar, something +that stirred in him vague memories of things long forgotten. His garb of +shabby black was that of a common townsman, but there was something in +his air and glance, his soldierly carriage, and the tilt of his bearded +chin, that belied his garb. He bore upon his person the stamp of +intrepidity and assurance. + +Both halted, each staring at the other, a faint smile on the lips of +the stranger--who, in the fading light, might have been of any age from +thirty to fifty--a puzzled frown upon the brow of the friar. Then the +man swept off his broad-brimmed hat. + +"God save your paternity," was his greeting. + +"God save you, my son," replied Frey Miguel, still pondering him. "I +seem to know you. Do I?" + +The stranger laughed. "Though all the world forget, your paternity +should remember me." + +And then Frey Miguel sucked in his breath sharply. "My God!" he cried, +and set a hand upon the fellow's shoulder, looking deeply into those +bold, grey eyes. "What make you here?" + +"I am a pastry-cook." + +"A pastry-cook? You?" + +"One must live, and it is a more honest trade than most. I was in +Valladolid, when I heard that your paternity was the Vicar of the +Convent here, and so for the sake of old times--of happier times--I +bethought me that I might claim your paternity's support." He spoke with +a careless arrogance, half-tinged with mockery. + +"Assuredly..." began the priest, and then he checked. "Where is your +shop?" + +"Just down the street. Will your paternity honour me?" + +Frey Miguel bowed, and together they departed. + +For three days thereafter the convent saw the friar only in the +celebration of the Mass. But on the morning of the fourth, he went +straight from the sacristy to the parlour, and, despite the early hour, +desired to see her Excellency. + +"Lady," he told her, "I have great news; news that will rejoice your +heart." She looked at him, and saw the feverish glitter in his sunken +eyes, the hectic flush on his prominent cheek-bones. "Don Sebastian +lives. I have seen him." + +A moment she stared at him as if she did not understand. Then she paled +until her face became as white as the nun's coil upon her brow; her +breath came in a faint moan, she stiffened, and swayed upon her feet, +and caught at the back of a prie-dieu to steady and save herself from +falling. He saw that he had blundered by his abruptness, that he had +failed to gauge the full depth of her feelings for the Hidden Prince, +and for a moment feared that she would swoon under the shock of the news +he had so recklessly delivered. + +"What do you say? Oh, what do you say?" she moaned, her eyes +half-closed. + +He repeated the news in more measured, careful terms, exerting all +the magnetism of his will to sustain her reeling senses. Gradually she +quelled the storm of her emotions. + +"And you say that you have seen him? Oh!" Once more the colour suffused +her cheeks, and her eyes glowed, her expression became radiant. "Where +is he?" + +"Here. Here in Madrigal." + +"In Madrigal?" She was all amazement. "But why in Madrigal?" + +"He was in Valladolid, and there heard that I--his sometime preacher and +counsellor--was Vicar here at Santa Maria la Real. He came to seek me. +He comes disguised, under the false name of Gabriel de Espinosa, +and setting up as a pastry-cook until his term of penance shall be +completed, and he shall be free to disclose himself once more to his +impatiently awaiting people." + +It was bewildering, intoxicating news to her. It set her mind in +turmoil, made of her soul a battle-ground for mad hope and dreadful +fear. This dream-prince, who for four years had been the constant +companion of her thoughts, whom her exalted, ardent, imaginative, +starved Soul had come to love with a consuming passion, was a living +reality near at hand, to be seen in the flesh by the eyes of her body. +It was a thought that set her in an ecstasy of terror, so that she dared +not ask Frey Miguel to bring Don Sebastian to her. But she plied him +with questions, and so elicited from him a very circumstantial story. + +Sebastian, after his defeat and escape, had made a vow upon the Holy +Sepulchre to lay aside the royal dignity of which he deemed that he +had proved himself unworthy, and to do penance for the pride that had +brought him down, by roaming the world in humble guise, earning his +bread by the labour of his hands and the sweat of his brow like any +common hind, until he should have purged his offense and rendered +himself worthy once more to resume the estate to which he had been born. + +It was a tale that moved her pity to the point of tears. It exalted her +hero even beyond the eminence he had already held in her fond dreams, +particularly when to that general outline were added in the days that +followed details of the wanderings and sufferings of the Hidden Prince. +At last, some few weeks after that first startling announcement of his +presence, in the early days of August of that year 1594, Frey Miguel +proposed to her the thing she most desired, yet dared not beg. + +"I have told His Majesty of your attachment to his memory in all these +years in which we thought him dead, and he is deeply touched. He desires +your leave to come and prostrate himself at your feet." + +She crimsoned from brow to chin, then paled again; her bosom heaved in +tumult. Between dread and yearning she spoke a faint consent. + +Next day he came, brought by Frey Miguel to the convent parlour, +where her Excellency waited, her two attendant nuns discreetly in the +background. Her eager, frightened eyes beheld a man of middle height, +dignified of mien and carriage, dressed with extreme simplicity, yet +without the shabbiness in which Frey Miguel had first discovered him. + +His hair was of a light brown--the colour to which the golden locks of +the boy who had sailed for Africa some fifteen years ago might well have +faded--his beard of an auburn tint, and his eyes were grey. His face was +handsome, and save for the colour of his eyes and the high arch of his +nose presented none of the distinguishing and marring features peculiar +to the House of Austria, from which Don Sebastian derived through his +mother. + +Hat in hand, he came forward, and went down on one knee before her. + +"I am here to receive your Excellency's commands," he said. + +She steadied her shuddering knees and trembling lips. + +"Are you Gabriel de Espinosa, who has come to Madrigal to set up as a +pastry-cook?" she asked him. + +"To serve your Excellency." + +"Then be welcome, though I am sure that the trade you least understand +is that of a pastry-cook." + +The kneeling man bowed his handsome head, and fetched a deep sigh. + +"If in the past I had better understood another trade, I should not now +be reduced to following this one." + +She urged him now to rise, hereafter the entertainment between them was +very brief on that first occasion. He departed upon a promise to come +soon again, and the undertaking on her side to procure for his shop the +patronage of the convent. + +Thereafter it became his custom to attend the morning Mass celebrated +by Frey Miguel in the convent chapel--which was open to the public--and +afterwards to seek the friar in the sacristy and accompany him thence +to the convent parlour, where the Princess waited, usually with one +or another of her attendant nuns. These daily interviews were brief +at first, but gradually they lengthened until they came to consume +the hours to dinner-time, and presently even that did not suffice, and +Sebastian must come again later in the day. + +And as the interviews increased and lengthened, so they grew also in +intimacy between the royal pair, and plans for Sebastian's future came +to be discussed. She urged him to proclaim himself. His penance had been +overlong already for what was really no fault at all, since it is the +heart rather than the deed that Heaven judges, and his heart had been +pure, his intention in making war upon the Infidel loftily pious. +Diffidently he admitted that it might be so, but both he and Frey Miguel +were of opinion that it would be wiser now to await the death of Philip +II., which, considering his years and infirmities, could not be long +delayed. Out of jealousy for his possessions, King Philip might oppose +Sebastian's claims. + +Meanwhile these daily visits of Espinosa's, and the long hours he spent +in Anne's company gave, as was inevitable, rise to scandal, within and +without the convent. She was a nun professed, interdicted from seeing +any man but her confessor other than through the parlour grating, +and even then not at such length or with such constancy as this. The +intimacy between them--fostered and furthered by Frey Miguel--had so +ripened in a few weeks that Anne was justified in looking upon him as +her saviour from the living tomb to which she had been condemned, in +hoping that he would restore her to the life and liberty for which she +had ever yearned by taking her to Queen when his time came to claim his +own. What if she was a nun professed? Her profession had been against +her will, preceded by only one year of novitiate, and she was still +within the five probationary years prescribed. Therefore, in her view, +her vows were revocable. + +But this was a matter beyond the general consideration or knowledge, +and so the scandal grew. Within the convent there was none bold +enough, considering Anne's royal rank, to offer remonstrance or advice, +particularly too, considering that her behaviour had the sanction of +Frey Miguel, the convent's spiritual adviser. But from without, from the +Provincial of the Order of St. Augustine, came at last a letter to Anne, +respectfully stern in tone, to inform her that the numerous visits she +received from a pastry-cook were giving rise to talk, for which it would +be wise to cease to give occasion. That recommendation scorched her +proud, sensitive soul with shame. She sent her servant Roderos at once +to fetch Frey Miguel, and placed the letter in his hands. + +The friar's dark eyes scanned it and grew troubled. + +"It was to have been feared," he said, and sighed. + +"There is but one remedy, lest worse follow and all be ruined. Don +Sebastian must go." + +"Go?" Fear robbed her of breath. "Go where?" + +"Away from Madrigal--anywhere--and at once; tomorrow at latest." And +then, seeing the look of horror in her face, "What else, what else?" +he added, impatiently. "This meddlesome provincial may be stirring up +trouble already." + +She fought down her emotion. "I... I shall see him before he goes?" she +begged. + +"I don't know. It may not be wise. I must consider." He flung away in +deepest perturbation, leaving her with a sense that life was slipping +from her. + +That late September evening, as she sat stricken in her room, hoping +against hope for at least another glimpse of him, Dona Maria de Grado +brought word that Espinosa was even then in the convent in Frey Miguel's +cell. Fearful lest he should be smuggled thence without her seeing +him, And careless of the impropriety of the hour--it was already eight +o'clock and dusk was falling--she at once dispatched Roderos to the +friar, bidding him bring Espinosa to her in the parlour. + +The friar obeyed, and the lovers--they were no less by now--came face to +face in anguish. + +"My lord, my lord," she cried, casting all prudence to the winds, "what +is decided?" + +"That I leave in the morning," he answered. + +"To go where?" She was distraught. + +"Where?" He shrugged. "To Valladolid at first, and then... where God +pleases." + +"And when shall I see you again?" + +"When... when God pleases." + +"Oh, I am terrified... if I should lose you... if I should never see you +more!" She was panting, distraught. + +"Nay, lady, nay," he answered. "I shall come for you when the time is +ripe. I shall return by All Saints, or by Christmas at the latest, and I +shall bring with me one who will avouch me." + +"What need any to avouch you to me?" she protested, on a note of +fierceness. "We belong to each other, you and I. But you are free to +roam the world, and I am caged here and helpless..." + +"Ah, but I shall free you soon, and we'll go hence together. See." +He stepped to the table. There was an ink-horn, a box of pounce, some +quills, and a sheaf of paper there. He took up a quill, and wrote with +labour, for princes are notoriously poor scholars: + +"I, Don Sebastian, by the Grace of God King of Portugal, take to wife +the most serene Dona ulna of Austria, daughter of the most serene +Prince, Don John of Austria, by virtue of the dispensation which I hold +from two pontiffs." + +And he signed it--after the manner of the Kings of Portugal in all +ages--"El Rey"--the King. + +"Will that content you, lady?" he pleaded, handing it to her. + +"How shall this scrawl content me?" + +"It is a bond I shall redeem as soon as Heaven will permit." + +Thereafter she fell to weeping, and he to protesting, until Frey Miguel +urged him to depart, as it grew late. And then she forgot her own grief, +and became all solicitude for him, until naught would content her but +she must empty into his hands her little store of treasure--a hundred +ducats and such jewels as she possessed, including a gold watch set with +diamonds and a ring bearing a cameo portrait of King Philip, and last of +all a portrait of herself, of the size of a playing-card. + +At last, as ten was striking, he was hurried away. Frey Miguel had gone +on his knees to him, and kissed his hand, what time he had passionately +urged him not to linger; and then Sebastian had done the same by the +Princess both weeping now. At last he was gone, and on the arm of Dona +Maria de Grado the forlorn Anne staggered back to her cell to weep and +pray. + +In the days that followed she moved, pale and listless, oppressed by her +sense of loss and desolation, a desolation which at last she sought to +mitigate by writing to him to Valladolid, whither he had repaired. Of +all those letters only two survive. + +"My king and lord," she wrote in one of these, "alas! How we suffer by +absence! I am so filled with the pain of it that if I did not seek +the relief of writing to your Majesty and thus spend some moments in +communion with you, there would be an end to me. What I feel to-day is +what I feel every day when I recall the happy moments so deliciously +spent, which are no more. This privation is for me so severe a +punishment of heaven that I should call it unjust, for without cause I +find myself deprived of the happiness missed by me for so many years +and purchased at the price of suffering and tears. Ah, my lord, +how willingly, nevertheless, would I not suffer all over again the +misfortunes that have crushed me if thus I might spare your Majesty the +least of them. May He who rules the world grant my prayers and set a +term to so great an unhappiness, and to the intolerable torment I +suffer through being deprived of the presence of your Majesty. It were +impossible for long to suffer so much pain and live. + +"I belong to you, my lord; you know it already. The troth I plighted to +you I shall keep in life and in death, for death itself could not +tear it from my soul, and this immortal soul will harbour it through +eternity..." + +Thus and much more in the same manner wrote the niece of King Philip of +Spain to Gabriel Espinosa, the pastry-cook, in his Valladolid retreat. +How he filled his days we do not know, beyond the fact that he moved +freely abroad. For it was in the streets of that town that meddlesome +Fate brought him face to face one day with Gregorio Gonzales, under whom +Espinosa had been a scullion once in the service of the Count of Nyeba. + +Gregorio hailed him, staring round-eyed; for although Espinosa's +garments were not in their first freshness they were far from being +those of a plebeian. + +"In whose service may you be now?" quoth the intrigued Gregorio, so soon +as greetings had passed between them. + +Espinosa shook off his momentary embarrassment, and took the hand of +his sometime comrade. "Times are changed, friend Gregorio. I am not in +anybody's service, rather do I require servants myself." + +"Why, what is your present situation?" + +Loftily Espinosa put him off. "No matter for that," he answered, with a +dignity that forbade further questions. He gathered his cloak about him +to proceed upon his way. "If there is anything you wish for I shall be +happy, for old times' sake, to oblige you." + +But Gregorio was by no means disposed to part from him. We do not +readily part from an old friend whom we rediscover in an unsuspected +state of affluence. Espinosa must home with Gregorio. Gregorio's wife +would be charmed to renew his acquaintance, and to hear from his own +lips of his improved and prosperous state. Gregorio would take no +refusal, and in the end Espinosa, yielding to his insistence, went with +him to the sordid quarter where Gregorio had his dwelling. + +About an unclean table of pine, in a squalid room, sat the +three--Espinosa, Gregorio, and Gregorio's wife; but the latter displayed +none of the signs of satisfaction at Espinosa's prosperity which +Gregorio had promised. Perhaps Espinosa observed her evil envy, and +it may have been to nourish it--which is the surest way to punish +envy--that he made Gregorio a magnificent offer of employment. + +"Enter my service," said he, "and I will pay you fifty ducats down and +four ducats a month." + +Obviously they were incredulous of his affluence. To convince them he +displayed a gold watch--most rare possession--set with diamonds, a ring +of price, and other costly jewels. The couple stared now with dazzled +eyes. + +"But didn't you tell me when we were in Madrid together that you had +been a pastry-cook at Ocana?" burst from Gregorio. + +Espinosa smiled. "How many kings and princes have been compelled to +conceal themselves under disguises?" he asked oracularly. And seeing +them stricken, he must play upon them further. Nothing, it seems, was +sacred to him--not even the portrait of that lovely, desolate royal lady +in her convent at Madrigal. Forth he plucked it, and thrust it to them +across the stains of wine and oil that befouled their table. + +"Look at this beautiful lady, the most beautiful in Spain," he bade +them. "A prince could not have a lovelier bride." + +"But she is dressed as a nun," the woman protested. "How, then, can she +marry?" + +"For kings there are no laws," he told her with finality. + +At last he departed, but bidding Gregorio to think of the offer he +had made him. He would come again for the cook's reply, leaving word +meanwhile of where he was lodged. + +They deemed him mad, and were disposed to be derisive. Yet the woman's +disbelief was quickened into malevolence by the jealous fear that +what he had told them of himself might, after all, be true. Upon that +malevolence she acted forthwith, lodging an information with Don Rodrigo +de Santillan, the Alcalde of Valladolid. + +Very late that night Espinosa was roused from his sleep to find his room +invaded by alguaziles--the police of the Alcalde. He was arrested and +dragged before Don Rodrigo to give an account of himself and of certain +objects of value found in his possession--more particularly of a ring, +on the cameo of which was carved a portrait of King Philip. + +"I am Gabriel de Espinosa," he answered firmly, "a pastry-cook of +Madrigal." + +"Then how come you by these jewels?" + +"They were given me by Dona Ana of Austria to sell for her account. That +is the business that has brought me to Valladolid." + +"Is this Dona Ana's portrait?" + +"It is." + +"And this lock of hair? Is that also Dona Ana's? And do you, then, +pretend that these were also given you to sell?" + +"Why else should they be given me?" + +Don Rodrigo wondered. They were useless things to steal, and as for the +lock of hair, where should the fellow find a buyer for that? The Alcalde +conned his man more closely, and noted that dignity of bearing, that +calm assurance which usually is founded upon birth and worth. He sent +him to wait in prison, what time he went to ransack the fellow's house +in Madrigal. + +Don Rodrigo was prompt in acting; yet even so his prisoner mysteriously +found means to send a warning that enabled Frey Miguel to forestall the +Alcalde. Before Don Rodrigo's arrival, the friar had abstracted +from Espinosa's house a box of papers which he reduced to ashes. +Unfortunately Espinosa had been careless. Four letters not confided +to the box were discovered by the alguaziles. Two of them were from +Anne--one of which supplies the extract I have given; the other two from +Frey Miguel himself. + +Those letters startled Don Rodrigo de Santillan. He was a shrewd +reasoner and well-informed. He knew how the justice of Castile was kept +on the alert by the persistent plottings of the Portuguese Pretender, +Don Antonio, sometime Prior of Crato. He was intimate with the past +life of Frey Miguel, knew his self-sacrificing patriotism and passionate +devotion to the cause of Don Antonio, remembered the firm dignity of +his prisoner, and leapt at a justifiable conclusion. The man in his +hands--the man whom the Princess Anne addressed in such passionate terms +by the title of Majesty--was the Prior of Crato. He conceived that he +had stumbled here upon something grave and dangerous. He ordered the +arrest of Frey Miguel, and then proceeded to visit Dona Ana at the +convent. His methods were crafty, and depended upon the effect of +surprise. He opened the interview by holding up before her one of the +letters he had found, asking her if she acknowledged it for her own. + +She stared a moment panic-stricken; then snatched it from his hands, +tore it across, and would have torn again, but that he caught her wrists +in a grip of iron to prevent her, with little regard in that moment for +the blood royal in her veins. King Philip was a stern master, pitiless +to blunderers, and Don Rodrigo knew he never would be forgiven did he +suffer that precious letter to be destroyed. + +Overpowered in body and in spirit, she surrendered the fragments and +confessed the letter her own. + +"What is the real name of this man, who calls himself a pastry-cook, and +to whom you write in such terms as these?" quoth the magistrate. + +"He is Don Sebastian, King of Portugal." And to that declaration +she added briefly the story of his escape from Alcacer-el-Kebir and +subsequent penitential wanderings. + +Don Rodrigo departed, not knowing what to think or believe, but +convinced that it was time he laid the whole matter before King Philip. +His Catholic Majesty was deeply perturbed. He at once dispatched Don +Juan de Llano, the Apostolic Commissary of the Holy Office to Madrigal +to sift the matter, and ordered that Anne should be solitarily confined +in her cell, and her nuns-in-waiting and servants placed under arrest. + +Espinosa, for greater security, was sent from Valladolid to the prison +of Medina del Campo. He was taken thither in a coach with an escort of +arquebusiers. + +"Why convey a poor pastry-cook with so much honour?" he asked his +guards, half-mockingly. + +Within the coach he was accompanied by a soldier named Cervatos, a +travelled man, who fell into talk with him, and discovered that he spoke +both French and German fluently. But when Cervatos addressed him in +Portuguese the prisoner seemed confused, and replied that although he +had been in Portugal, he could not speak the language. + +Thereafter, throughout that winter, examinations of the three chief +prisoners--Espinosa, Frey Miguel, and the Princess Anne--succeeded one +another with a wearisome monotony of results. The Apostolic Commissary +interrogated the princess and Frey Miguel; Don Rodrigo conducted the +examinations of Espinosa. But nothing was elicited that took the matter +forward or tended to dispel its mystery. + +The princess replied with a candour that became more and more +tinged with indignation under the persistent and at times insulting +interrogatories. She insisted that the prisoner was Don Sebastian, and +wrote passionate letters to Espinosa, begging him for her honour's sake +to proclaim himself what he really was, declaring to him that the time +had come to cast off all disguise. + +Yet the prisoner, unmoved by these appeals, persisted that he was +Gabriel de Espinosa, a pastry-cook. But the man's bearing, and the +air of mystery cloaking him, seemed in themselves to belie that +asseveration. That he could not be the Prior of Crato, Don Rodrigo had +now assured himself. He fenced skilfully under examination, ever evading +the magistrate's practiced point when it sought to pin him, and he was +no less careful to say nothing that should incriminate either of the +other two prisoners. He denied that he had ever given himself out to be +Don Sebastian, though he admitted that Frey Miguel and the princess had +persuaded themselves that he was that lost prince. + +He pleaded ignorance when asked who were his parents, stating that he +had never known either of them--an answer this which would have fitted +the case of Don Sebastian, who was born after his father's death, and +quitted in early infancy by his mother. + +As for Frey Miguel, he stated boldly under examination the conviction +that Don Sebastian had survived the African expedition, and the belief +that Espinosa might well be the missing monarch. He protested that +he had acted in good faith throughout, and without any thought of +disloyalty to the King of Spain. + +Late one night, after he had been some three months in prison, Espinosa +was roused from sleep by an unexpected visit from the Alcalde. At once +he would have risen and dressed. + +"Nay," said Don Rodrigo, restraining him, "that is not necessary for +what is intended." + +It was a dark phrase which the prisoner, sitting up in bed with tousled +hair, and blinking in the light of the torches, instantly interpreted +into a threat of torture. His face grew white. + +"It is impossible," he protested. "The King cannot have ordered what you +suggest. His Majesty will take into account that I am a man of honour. +He may require my death, but in an honourable manner, and not upon the +rack. And as for its being used to make me speak, I have nothing to add +to what I have said already." + +The stern, dark face of the Alcalde was overspread by a grim smile. + +"I would have you remark that you fall into contradictions. Sometimes +you pretend to be of humble and lowly origin, and sometimes a person of +honourable degree. To hear you at this moment one might suppose that to +submit you to torture would be to outrage your dignity. What then..." + +Don Rodrigo broke off suddenly to stare, then snatched a torch from the +hand of his alguaziles and held it close to the face of the prisoner, +who cowered now, knowing full well what it was the Alcalde had detected. +In that strong light Don Rodrigo saw that the prisoner's hair and beard +had turned grey at the roots, and so received the last proof that he had +to do with the basest of impostures. The fellow had been using dyes, +the supply of which had been cut short by his imprisonment. Don Rodrigo +departed well-satisfied with the results of that surprise visit. + +Thereafter Espinosa immediately shaved himself. But it was too late, and +even so, before many weeks were past his hair had faded to its natural +grey, and he presented the appearance of what in fact he was--a man of +sixty, or thereabouts. + +Yet the torture to which he was presently submitted drew nothing from +him that could explain all that yet remained obscure. It was from Frey +Miguel, after a thousand prevarications and tergiversations, that the +full truth--known to himself alone--was extracted by the rack. + +He confessed that, inspired by the love of country and the ardent desire +to liberate Portugal from the Spanish yoke, he had never abandoned the +hope of achieving this, and of placing Don Antonio, the Prior of +Crato, on the throne of his ancestors. He had devised a plan, primarily +inspired by the ardent nature of the Princess Anne and her impatience of +the conventual life. It was while casting about for the chief instrument +that he fortuitously met Espinosa in the streets of Madrigal. Espinosa +had been a soldier, and had seen the world. During the war between Spain +and Portugal he had served in the armies of King Philip, had befriended +Frey Miguel when the friar's convent was on the point of being invaded +by soldiery, and had rescued him from the peril of it. Thus they had +become acquainted, and Frey Miguel had had an instance of the man's +resource and courage. Further, he was of the height of Don Sebastian and +of the build to which the king might have grown in the years that were +sped, and he presented other superficial resemblances to the late king. +The colour of his hair and beard could be corrected; and he might be +made to play the part of the Hidden Prince for whose return Portugal was +waiting so passionately and confidently. There had been other impostors +aforetime, but they had lacked the endowments of Espinosa, and their +origins could be traced without difficulty. In addition to these natural +endowments, Espinosa should be avouched by Frey Miguel than whom nobody +in the world was better qualified in such a matter--and by the niece of +King Philip, to whom he would be married when he raised his standard. +It was arranged that the three should go to Paris so soon as the +arrangements were complete, where the Pretender would be accredited by +the exiled friends of Don Antonio residing there--the Prior of Crato +being a party to the plot. From France Frey Miguel would have worked in +Portugal through his agents, and presently would have gone there +himself to stir up a national movement in favour of a pretender so +fully accredited. Thus he had every hope of restoring Portugal to her +independence. Once this should have been accomplished, Don Antonio would +appear in Lisbon, unmask the impostor, and himself assume the crown of +the kingdom which had been forcibly and definitely wrenched from Spain. + +That was the crafty plan which the priest had laid with a singleness of +aim and a detachment from minor considerations that never hesitated +to sacrifice the princess, together with the chief instrument of the +intrigue. Was the liberation of a kingdom, the deliverance of a nation +from servitude, the happiness of a whole people, to weigh in the balance +against the fates of a natural daughter of Don John of Austria and a +soldier of fortune turned pastry-cook? Frey Miguel thought not, and his +plot might well have succeeded but for the base strain in Espinosa and +the man's overweening vanity, which had urged him to dazzle the Gonzales +at Valladolid. That vanity sustained him to the end, which he suffered +in October of 1595, a full year after his arrest. To the last he avoided +admissions that should throw light upon his obscure identity and origin. + +"If it were known who I am..." he would say, and there break off. + +He was hanged, drawn and quartered, and he endured his fate with calm +fortitude. Frey Miguel suffered in the same way with the like dignity, +after having undergone degradation from his priestly dignity. + +As for the unfortunate Princess Anne, crushed under a load of shame and +humiliation, she had gone to her punishment in the previous July. The +Apostolic Commissary notified her of the sentence which King Philip +had confirmed. She was to be transferred to another convent, there to +undergo a term of four years' solitary confinement in her cell, and to +fast on bread and water every Friday. She was pronounced incapable of +ever holding any office, and was to be treated on the expiry of her term +as an ordinary nun, her civil list abolished, her title of Excellency +to be extinguished, together with all other honours and privileges +conferred upon her by King Philip. + +The piteous letters of supplication that she addressed to the King, her +uncle, still exist. But they left the cold, implacable Philip of Spain +unmoved. Her only sin was that, yielding to the hunger of her starved +heart, and chafing under the ascetic life imposed upon her, she had +allowed herself to be fascinated by the prospect of becoming the +protectress of one whom she believed to be an unfortunate and romantic +prince, and of exchanging her convent for a throne. + +Her punishment--poor soul--endured for close upon forty years, but the +most terrible part of it was not that which lay within the prescription +of King Philip, but that which arose from her own broken and humiliated +spirit. She had been uplifted a moment by a glorious hope, to be cast +down again into the blackest despair, to which a shame unspeakable and a +tortured pride were added. + +Than hers, as I have said, there is in history no sadder story. + + + + + + +V. THE END OF THE "VERT GALANT" + +The Assassination of Henry IV + +In the year 1609 died the last Duke of Cleves, and King Henry IV. of +France and Navarre fell in love with Charlotte de Montmorency. + +In their conjunction these two events were to influence the destinies of +Europe. In themselves they were trivial enough, since it was as much +a commonplace that an old gentleman should die as that Henry of Bearn +should fall in love. Love had been the main relaxation of his otherwise +strenuous life, and neither the advancing years--he was fifty-six +at this date--nor the recriminations of Maria de' Medici, his +long-suffering Florentine wife, sufficed to curb his zest. + +Possibly there may have been a husband more unfaithful than King Henry; +probably there was not. His gallantries were outrageous, his taste in +women catholic, and his illegitimate progeny outnumbered that of his +grandson, the English sultan Charles II. He differs, however, from +the latter in that he was not quite as Oriental in the manner of his +self-indulgence. Charles, by comparison, was a mere dullard who turned +Whitehall into a seraglio. Henry preferred the romantic manner, the high +adventure, and knew how to be gallant in two senses. + +This gallantry of his is not, perhaps, seen to best advantage in the +affair of Charlotte de Montmorency To begin with he was, as I have said, +in his fifty-sixth year, an age at which it is difficult, without being +ridiculous, to unbridle a passion for a girl of twenty. Unfortunately +for him, Charlotte does not appear to have found him so. On the +contrary, her lovely, empty head was so turned by the flattery of his +addresses, that she came to reciprocate the passion she inspired. + +Her family had proposed to marry her to the gay and witty Marshal de +Bassompierre; and although his heart was not at all engaged, the marshal +found the match extremely suitable, and was willing enough, until the +King declared himself. Henry used the most impudent frankness. + +"Bassompierre, I will speak to you as a friend," said he. "I am in love, +and desperately in love, with Mademoiselle de Montmorency. If you should +marry her I should hate you. If she should love me you would hate me. A +breach of our friendship would desolate me, for I love you with sincere +affection." + +That was enough for Bassompierre. He had no mind to go further with a +marriage of convenience which in the sequel would most probably give him +to choose between assuming the ridiculous role of a complacent husband +and being involved in a feud with his prince. He said as much, and +thanked the King for his frankness, whereupon Henry, liking him more +than ever for his good sense, further opened his mind to him. + +"I am thinking of marrying her to my nephew, Conde. Thus I shall have +her in my family to be the comfort of my old age, which is coming on. +Conde, who thinks of nothing but hunting, shall have a hundred thousand +livres a year with which to amuse himself." + +Bassompierre understood perfectly the kind of bargain that was in +Henry's mind. As for the Prince de Conde, he appears to have been less +acute, no doubt because his vision was dazzled by the prospect of a +hundred thousand livres a year. So desperately poor was he that for half +that sum he would have taken Lucifer's own daughter to wife, without +stopping to consider the disadvantages it might entail. + +The marriage was quietly celebrated at Chantilly in February of 1609. +Trouble followed fast. Not only did Conde perceive at last precisely +what was expected of him, and indignantly rebel against it, but the +Queen, too, was carefully instructed in the matter by Concino Concini +and his wife Leonora Galigai, the ambitious adventurers who had come +from Florence in her train, and who saw in the King's weakness their own +opportunity. + +The scandal that ensued was appalling. Never before had the relations +between Henry and his queen been strained so nearly to breaking-point. +And then, whilst the trouble of Henry's own making was growing about +him until it threatened to overwhelm him, he received a letter from +Vaucelas, his ambassador at Madrid, containing revelations that changed +his annoyance into stark apprehension. + +When the last Duke of Cleves died a few months before, "leaving all the +world his heirs"--to use Henry's own phrase--the Emperor had stepped in, +and over-riding the rights of certain German princes had bestowed +the fief upon his own nephew, the Archduke Leopold. Now this was an +arrangement that did not suit Henry's policy at all, and being then--as +the result of a wise husbanding of resources--the most powerful prince +in Europe, Henry was not likely to submit tamely to arrangements that +did not suit him. His instructions to Vaucelas were to keep open the +difference between France and the House of Austria arising out of +this matter of Cleves. All Europe knew that Henry desired to marry the +Dauphin to the heiress of Lorraine, so that this State might one day be +united with France; and it was partly to support this claim that he was +now disposed to attach the German princes to his interests. + +Yet what Vaucelas told him in that letter was that certain agents at the +court of Spain, chief among whom was the Florentine ambassador, acting +upon instructions from certain members of the household of the Queen of +France, and from others whom Vaucelas said he dared not mention, were +intriguing to blast Henry's designs against the house of Austria, and to +bring him willy-nilly into a union with Spain. These agents had gone so +far in their utter disregard of Henry's own intentions as to propose to +the Council of Madrid that the alliance should be cemented by a marriage +between the Dauphin and the Infanta. + +That letter sent Henry early one morning hot-foot to the Arsenal, where +Sully, his Minister of State, had his residence. Maximilien de Bethune, +Duke of Sully, was not merely the King's servant, he was his closest +friend, the very keeper of his soul; and the King leaned upon him and +sought his guidance not only in State affairs, but in the most intimate +and domestic matters. Often already had it fallen to Sully to patch up +the differences created between husband and wife by Henry's persistent +infidelities. + +The King, arriving like the whirlwind, turned everybody out of the +closet in which the duke--but newly risen--received him in bed-gown and +night-cap. Alone with his minister, Henry came abruptly to the matter. + +"You have heard what is being said of me?" he burst out. He stood with +his back to the window, a sturdy, erect, soldierly figure, a little +above the middle height, dressed like a captain of fortune in jerkin and +long boots of grey leather, and a grey hat with a wine-coloured ostrich +plume. His countenance matched his raiment. Keeneyed, broad of brow, +with a high-bridged, pendulous nose, red lips, a tuft of beard and +a pair of grizzled, bristling moustachios, he looked half-hero, +half-satyr; half-Captain, half-Polichinelle. + +Sully, tall and broad, the incarnation of respectability and dignity, +despite bed-gown and slippers and the nightcap covering his high, bald +crown, made no presence of misunderstanding him. + +"Of you and the Princesse de Conde, you mean, sire?" quoth he, and +gravely he shook his head. "It is a matter that has filled me with +apprehension, for I foresee from it far greater trouble than from any +former attachment of yours." + +"So they have convinced you, too, Grand-Master?" Henry's tone was almost +sorrowful. "Yet I swear that all is greatly exaggerated. It is the work +of that dog Concini. Ventre St. Gris! If he has no respect for me, at +least he might consider how he slanders a child of such grace and wit +and beauty, a lady of her high birth and noble lineage." + +There was a dangerous quiver of emotion in his voice that was not missed +by the keen ears of Sully. Henry moved from the window, and flung into a +chair. + +"Concini works to enrage the Queen against me, and to drive her to +take violent resolutions which might give colour to their pernicious +designs." + +"Sire!" It was a cry of protest from Sully. + +Henry laughed grimly at his minister's incredulity, and plucked forth +the letter from Vaucelas. + +"Read that." + +Sully read, and, aghast at what the letter told him, ejaculated: "They +must be mad!" + +"Oh, no," said the King. "They are not mad. They are most wickedly sane, +which is why their designs fill me with apprehension. What do you infer, +Grand-Master, from such deliberate plots against resolutions from which +they know that nothing can turn me while I have life?" + +"What can I infer?" quoth Sully, aghast. + +"In acting thus--in daring to act thus," the King expounded, "they +proceed as if they knew that I can have but a short time to live." + +"Sire!" + +"What else? They plan events which cannot take place until I am dead." + +Sully stared at his master for a long moment, in stupefied silence, his +loyal Huguenot soul refusing to discount by flattery the truth that he +perceived. + +"Sire," he said at last, bowing his fine head, "you must take your +measures." + +"Ay, but against whom? Who are these that Vaucelas says he dare not +name? Can you suggest another than..." He paused, shrinking in horror +from completing the utterance of his thought. Then, with an abrupt +gesture, he went on, "... than the Queen herself?" + +Sully quietly placed the letter on the table, and sat down. He took his +chin in his hand and looked squarely across at Henry. + +"Sire, you have brought this upon yourself. You have exasperated +her Majesty; you have driven her in despair to seek and act upon the +councils of this scoundrel Concini. There never was an attachment of +yours that did not beget trouble with the Queen, but never such trouble +as I have been foreseeing from your attachment to the Princess of Conde. +Sire, will you not consider where you stand?" + +"They are lies, I tell you," Henry stormed. But Sully the uncompromising +gravely shook his head. "At least," Henry amended, "they are gross +exaggerations. Oh, I confess to you, my friend, that I am sick with love +of her. Day and night I see nothing but her gracious image. I sigh and +fret and fume like any callow lad of twenty. I suffer the tortures of +the damned. And yet... and yet, I swear to you, Sully, that I will curb +this passion though it kill me. I will stifle these fires, though they +consume my soul to ashes. No harm shall come to her from me. No harm +has come yet. I swear it. These stories that are put about are the +inventions of Concini to set my wife against me. Do you know how far +he and his wife have dared to go? They have persuaded the Queen to eat +nothing that is not prepared in the kitchen they have set up for her +in their own apartments. What can you conclude from that but that they +suggest that I desire to poison her?" + +"Why suffer it, sire?" quoth Sully gravely. "Send the pair packing back +to Florence, and so be rid of them." + +Henry rose in agitation. "I have a mind to. Ventre St. Gris! I have a +mind to. Yes, it is the only thing. You can manage it, Sully. Disabuse +her mind of her Suspicions regarding the Princess of Conde; make my +peace with her; convince her of my sincerity, of my firm intention +to have done with gallantry, so that she on her side will make me the +sacrifice of banishing the Concinis. You will do this, my friend?" + +It was no less than Sully had been expecting from past experience, +and the task was one in which he was by now well-practiced; but the +situation had never before been quite so difficult. He rose. + +"Why, surely, sire," said he. "But her Majesty on her side may require +something more to reconcile her to the sacrifice. She may reopen the +question of her coronation so long and--in her view--so unreasonably +postponed." + +Henry's face grew overcast, his brows knit. "I have always had an +instinct against it, as you know, Grand Master," said he, "and this +instinct is strengthened by what that letter has taught me. If she will +dare so much, having so little real power, what might she not do if..." +He broke off, and fell to musing. "If she demands it we must yield, +I suppose," he said at length. "But give her to understand that if I +discover any more of her designs with Spain I shall be provoked to the +last degree against her. And as an antidote to these machinations at +Madrid you may publish my intention to uphold the claims of the German +Princes in the matter of Cleves, and let all the world know that we are +arming to that end." + +He may have thought--as was long afterwards alleged--that the threat +itself should be sufficient, for there was at that time no power in +Europe that could have stood against his armies in the field. + +On that they parted, with a final injunction from Sully that Henry +should see the Princesse de Conde no more. + +"I swear to you, Grand Master, that I will use restraint and respect +the sacred tie I formed between my nephew and Charlotte solely so that I +might impose silence upon my own passion." + +And the good Sully writes in comment upon this: "I should have relied +absolutely upon these assurances had I not known how easy it is for a +heart tender and passionate as was his to deceive itself"--which is +the most amiable conceivable way of saying that he attached not the +slightest faith to the King's promise. + +Nevertheless he went about the task of making the peace between the +royal couple with all the skill and tact that experience had taught him; +and he might have driven a good bargain on his master's behalf but for +his master's own weakness in supporting him. Maria de' Medici would +not hear of the banishment of the Concinis, to whom she was so deeply +attached. She insisted with perfect justice that she was a bitterly +injured woman, and refused to entertain any idea of reconciliation save +with the condition that arrangements for her coronation as Queen of +France--which was no more than her due--should be made at once, and that +the King should give an undertaking not to make himself ridiculous any +longer by his pursuit of the Princess of Conde. Of the matters contained +in the letter of Vaucelas she denied all knowledge, nor would suffer any +further inquisition. + +From Henry's point of view this was anything but satisfactory. But he +yielded. Conscience made a coward of him. He had wronged her so much +in one way that he must make some compensating concessions to her in +another. This weakness was part of his mental attitude towards her, +which swung constantly between confidence and diffidence, esteem and +indifference, affection and coldness; at times he inclined to put her +from him entirely; at others he opined that no one on his Council was +more capable of the administration of affairs. Even in the indignation +aroused by the proof he held of her disloyalty, he was too just not +to admit the provocation he had given her. So he submitted to a +reconciliation on her own terms, and pledged himself to renounce +Charlotte. We have no right to assume from the sequel that he was not +sincere in the intention. + +By the following May events proved the accuracy of Sully's judgment. The +court was at Fontainebleau when the last bulwark of Henry's prudence was +battered down by the vanity of that lovely fool, Charlotte, who must be +encouraging her royal lover to resume his flattering homage. But both +appear to have reckoned without the lady's husband. + +Henry presented Charlotte with jewels to the value of eighteen thousand +livres, purchased from Messier, the jeweller of the Pont au Change; and +you conceive what the charitable ladies of the Court had to say about +it. At the first hint of scandal Monsieur de Conde put himself into +a fine heat, and said things which pained and annoyed the King +exceedingly. Henry had amassed a considerable and varied experience +of jealous husbands in his time; but he had never met one quite so +intolerable as this nephew of his. He complained of it in a letter to +Sully. + +"My friend,--Monsieur the Prince is here, but he acts like a man +possessed. You will be angry and ashamed at the things he says of me. I +shall end by losing all patience with him. In the meanwhile I am obliged +to talk to him with severity." + +More severe than any talk was Henry's instruction to Sully to withhold +payment of the last quarter of the prince's allowance, and to give +refusals to his creditors and purveyors. Thus he intended also, no +doubt, to make it clear to Conde that he did not receive a pension of a +hundred thousand livres a year for nothing. + +"If this does not keep him in bounds," Henry concluded, "we must think +of some other method, for he says the most injurious things of me." + +So little did it keep the prince in bounds--as Henry understood the +phrase--that he immediately packed his belongings, and carried his wife +off to his country house. It was quite in vain that Henry wrote to him +representing that this conduct was dishonouring to them both, and that +the only place for a prince of the blood was the court of his sovereign. + +The end of it all was that the reckless and romantic Henry took to +night-prowling about the grounds of Conde's chateau. In the disguise of +a peasant you see his Majesty of France and Navarre, whose will was +law in Europe, shivering behind damp hedges, ankle-deep in wet grass, +spending long hours in love-lore, ecstatic contemplation of her lighted +window, and all--so far as we can gather--for no other result than the +aggravation of certain rheumatic troubles which should have reminded him +that he was no longer of an age to pursue these amorous pernoctations. + +But where his stiffening joints failed, the Queen succeeded. Henry had +been spied upon, of course, as he always was when he strayed from the +path of matrimonial rectitude. The Concinis saw to that. And when they +judged the season ripe, they put her Majesty in possession of the facts. +So inflamed was she by this fresh breach of trust that war was declared +anew between the royal couple, and the best that Sully's wit and labours +could now accomplish was a sort of armed truce. + +And then at last in the following November the Prince de Conde took +the desperate resolve of quitting France with his wife, without +troubling--as was his duty--to obtain the King's consent. On the last +night of that month, as Henry was at cards in the Louvre, the Chevalier +du Guet brought him the news of the prince's flight. + +"I never in my life," says Bassompierre, who was present, "saw a man so +distracted or in so violent a passion." + +He flung down his cards, and rose, sending his chair crashing over +behind him. "I am undone!" was his cry. "Undone! This madman has carried +off his wife--perhaps to kill her." White and shaking, he turned to +Bassompierre. "Take care of my money," he bade him, "and go on with the +game." + +He lurched out of the room, and dispatched a messenger to the Arsenal to +fetch M. de Sully. Sully obeyed the summons and came at once, but in an +extremely bad temper, for it was late at night, and he was overburdened +with work. + +He found the King in the Queen's chamber, walking backward and forward, +his head sunk upon his breast, his hands clenched behind him. The Queen, +a squarely-built, square-faced woman, sat apart, attended by a few of +her ladies and one or two gentlemen of her train. Her countenance was +set and inscrutable, and her brooding eyes were fixed upon the King. + +"Ha, Grand Master!" was Henry's greeting, his voice harsh and strained. +"What do you say to this? What is to be done now?" + +"Nothing at all, sire," says Sully, as calm as his master was excited. + +"Nothing! What sort of advice is that?" + +"The best advice that you can follow, sire. This affair should be talked +of as little as possible, nor should it appear to be of any consequence +to you, or capable of giving you the least uneasiness." + +The Queen cleared her throat huskily. "Good advice, Monsieur le Duc," +she approved him. "He will be wise to follow it." Her voice strained, +almost threatening. "But, in this matter, I doubt wisdom and he have +long since become strangers." + +That put him in a passion, and in a passion he left her to do the +maddest thing he had ever done. In the garb of a courier, and with a +patch over one eye to complete his disguise, he set out in pursuit of +the fugitives. He had learnt that they had taken the road to Landrecy, +which was enough for him. Stage by stage he followed them in that flight +to Flanders, picking up the trail as he went, and never pausing until he +had reached the frontier without overtaking them. + +It was all most romantic, and the lady, when she learnt of it, shed +tears of mingled joy and rage, and wrote him impassioned letters in +which she addressed him as her knight, and implored him, as he loved +her, to come and deliver her from the detestable tyrant who held her in +thrall. Those perfervid appeals completed his undoing, drove him mad, +and blinded him to everything--even to the fact that his wife, too, was +shedding tears, and that these were of rage undiluted by any more tender +emotion. + +He began by sending Praslin to require the Archduke to order the Prince +of Conde to leave his dominions. And when the Archduke declined with +dignity to be guilty of any such breach of the law of nations, Henry +dispatched Coeuvres secretly to Brussels to carry off thence the +princess. But Maria de' Medici was on the alert, and frustrated the +design by sending a warning of what was intended to the Marquis Spinola, +as a result of which the Prince de Conde and his wife were housed for +greater security in the Archduke's own palace. + +Checkmated at all points, yet goaded further by the letters which he +continued to receive from that most foolish of princesses, Henry took +the wild decision that to obtain her he would invade the Low Countries +as the first step in the execution of that design of a war with Spain +which hitherto had been little more than a presence. The matter of the +Duchy of Cleves was a pretext ready to his hand. To obtain the woman he +desired he would set Europe in a blaze. + +He took that monstrous resolve at the very beginning of the new year, +and in the months that followed France rang with preparations. It rang, +too, with other things which should have given him pause. It rang with +the voice of preachers giving expression to the popular view; that +Cleves was not worth fighting for, that the war was unrighteous--a war +undertaken by Catholic France to defend Protestant interests against the +very champions of Catholicism in Europe. And soon it began to ring too, +with prophecies of the King's approaching end. + +These prognostics rained upon him from every quarter. Thomassin, and the +astrologer La Brosse, warned him of a message from the stars that May +would be fraught with danger for him. From Rome--from the very pope +himself came notice of a conspiracy against him in which he was told +that the very highest in the land were engaged. From Embrun, Bayonne, +and Douai came messages of like purport, and early in May a note was +found one morning on the altar of the church of Montargis announcing the +King's approaching death. + +But that is to anticipate. Meanwhile, Henry had pursued his preparations +undeterred by either warnings or prognostications. There had been so +many conspiracies against his life already that he was become careless +and indifferent in such matters. Yet surely there never had been one +that was so abundantly heralded from every quarter, or ever one that +was hatched under conditions so propitious as those which he had himself +created now. In his soul he was not at ease, and the source of his +uneasiness was the coronation of the Queen, for which the preparations +were now going forward. + +He must have known that if danger of assassination threatened him from +any quarter it was most to be feared from those whose influence with the +Queen was almost such as to give them a control over her--the Concinis +and their unavowed but obvious ally the Duke of Epernon. If he were +dead, and the Queen so left that she could be made absolute regent +during the Dauphin's minority, it was those adventurers who would become +through her the true rulers of France, and so enrich themselves and +gratify to the full their covetous ambitions. He saw clearly that his +safety lay in opposing this coronation--already fixed for the 13th +May--which Maria de' Medici was so insistent should take place before +his departure for the wars. The matter so preyed upon his mind that last +he unburdened himself to Sully one day at the Arsenal. + +"Oh, my friend," he cried, "this coronation does not please me. My heart +tells me that some fatality will follow." + +He sat down, grasping the case of his reading-glass, whilst Sully could +only stare at him amazed by this out-burst. Thus he remained awhile in +deep thought. Then he started up again. + +"Pardieu!" he cried. "I shall be murdered in this city. It is their only +resource. I see it plainly. This cursed coronation will be the cause of +my death." + +"What a thought, sir!" + +"You think that I have been reading the almanach or paying heed to the +prophets, eh? But listen to me now, Grand Master." And wrinkles deepened +about the bold, piercing eyes. "It is four months and more since we +announced our intention of going to war, and France has resounded with +our preparations. We have made no secret of it. Yet in Spain not a +finger has been lifted in preparation to resist us, not a sword has been +sharpened. Upon what does Spain build? Whence her confidence that in +despite of my firm resolve and my abundant preparations, despite the +fact announced that I am to march on the last of this month, despite the +fact that my troops are already in Champagne with a train of artillery +so complete and well-furnished that France has never seen the like of +it, and perhaps never will again--whence the confidence that despite all +this there is no need to prepare defences? Upon what do they build, I +say, when they assume, as assume they must, that there will be no war? +Resolve me that, Grand Master." + +But Sully, overwhelmed, could only gasp and ejaculate. + +"You had not thought of it, eh? Yet it is clear enough Spain builds on +my death. And who are the friends of Spain here in France? Who was it +intrigued with Spain in such a way and to such ends as in my lifetime +could never have been carried to an issue? Ha! You see." + +"I cannot, sire. It is too horrible. It is impossible!" cried that +loyal, honest gentleman. "And yet if you are convinced of it, you should +break off this coronation, your journey, and your war. If you wish it +so, it is not difficult to satisfy you." + +"Ay, that is it." He came to his feet, and gripped the duke's shoulder +in his strong, nervous hand. "Break off this coronation, and never +let me hear of it again. That will suffice. Thus I can rid my mind of +apprehensions, and leave Paris with nothing to fear." + +"Very well. I will send at once to Notre Dame and to St. Denis, to stop +the preparations and dismiss the workmen." + +"Ah, wait." The eyes that for a moment had sparkled with new hope, grew +dull again; the lines of care descended between the brows. "Oh, what to +decide! What to decide! It is what I wish, my friend. But how will my +wife take it?" + +"Let her take it as she will. I cannot believe that she will continue +obstinate when she knows what apprehensions you have of disaster." + +"Perhaps not, perhaps not," he answered. But his tone was not sanguine. +"Try to persuade her, Sully. Without her consent I cannot do this thing. +But you will know how to persuade her. Go to her." + +Sully suspended the preparations for the coronation, and sought the +Queen. For three days, he tells us, he used prayers, entreaties, and +arguments with which to endeavour to move her. But all was labour lost. +Maria de' Medici was not to be moved. To all Sully's arguments she +opposed an argument that was unanswerable. + +Unless she were crowned Queen of France, as was her absolute right, she +would be a person of no account and subject to the Council of Regency +during the King's absence, a position unworthy and intolerable to her, +the mother of the Dauphin. + +And so it was Henry's part to yield. His hands were tied by the wrongs +that he had done, and the culminating wrong that he was doing her by +this very war, as he had himself openly acknowledged. He had chanced one +day to ask the Papal Nuncio what Rome thought of this war. + +"Those who have the best information," the Nuncio answered boldly, +"are of opinion that the principal object of the war is the Princess of +Conde, whom your Majesty wishes to bring back to France." + +Angered by this priestly insolence, Henry's answer had been an +impudently defiant acknowledgment of the truth of that allegation. + +"Yes, by God!" he cried. "Yes--most certainly I want to have her +back, and I will have her back; no one shall hinder me, not even God's +viceregent on earth." + +Having uttered those words, which he knew to have been carried to the +Queen, and to have wounded her perhaps more deeply than anything that +had yet happened in this affair, his conscience left him, despite his +fears, powerless now to thwart her even to the extent of removing those +pernicious familiars of hers of whose plottings he had all but positive +evidence. + +And so the coronation was at last performed with proper pomp and +magnificence at St. Denis on Thursday, the 13th May. It had been +concerted that the festivities should last four days and conclude on the +Sunday with the Queen's public entry into Paris. On the Monday the +King was to set out to take command of his armies, which were already +marching upon the frontiers. + +Thus Henry proposed, but the Queen--convinced by his own admission of +the real aim and object of the war, and driven by outraged pride to hate +the man who offered her this crowning insult, and determined that at +all costs it must be thwarted--had lent an ear to Concini's purpose to +avenge her, and was ready to repay infidelity with infidelity. Concini +and his fellow-conspirators had gone to work so confidently that a week +before the coronation a courier had appeared in Liege, announcing +that he was going with news of Henry's assassination to the Princes of +Germany, whilst at the same time accounts of the King's death were being +published in France and Italy. + +Meanwhile, whatever inward misgivings Henry may have entertained, +outwardly at least he appeared serene and good-humoured at his wife's +coronation, gaily greeting her at the end of the ceremony by the title +of "Madam Regent." + +The little incident may have touched her, arousing her conscience. For +that night she disturbed his slumbers by sudden screams, and when he +sprang up in solicitous alarm she falteringly told him of a dream +in which she had seen him slain, and fell to imploring him with a +tenderness such as had been utterly foreign to her of late to take great +care of himself in the days to come. In the morning she renewed those +entreaties, beseeching him not to leave the Louvre that day, urging that +she had a premonition it would be fatal to him. + +He laughed for answer. "You have heard of the predictions of La Brosse," +said he. "Bah! You should not attach credit to such nonsense." + +Anon came the Duke of Vendome, his natural son by the Marquise de +Verneuil, with a like warning and a like entreaty, only to receive a +like answer. + +Being dull and indisposed as a consequence of last night's broken rest, +Henry lay down after dinner. But finding sleep denied him, he rose, +pensive and gloomy, and wandered aimlessly down, and out into the +courtyard. There an exempt of the guard, of whom he casually asked the +time, observing the King's pallor and listlessness, took the liberty of +suggesting that his Majesty might benefit if he took the air. + +That chance remark decided Henry's fate. His eyes quickened +responsively. "You advise well," said he. "Order my coach. I will go to +the Arsenal to see the Duc de Sully, who is indisposed." + +On the stones beyond the gates, where lackeys were wont to await their +masters, sat a lean fellow of some thirty years of age, in a dingy, +clerkly attire, so repulsively evil of countenance that he had once been +arrested on no better grounds than because it was deemed impossible that +a man with such a face could be other than a villain. + +Whilst the coach was being got ready, Henry re-entered the Louvre, and +startled the Queen by announcing his intention. With fearful insistence +she besought him to countermand the order, and not to leave the palace. + +"I will but go there and back," he said, laughing at her fears. "I shall +have returned before you realize that I have gone." And so he went, +never to return alive. + +He sat at the back of the coach, and the weather being fine all the +curtains were drawn up so that he might view the decorations of the city +against the Queen's public entry on Sunday. The Duc d'Epernon was on +his right, the Duc de Montbazon and the Marquis de la Force on his left. +Lavordin and Roquelaure were in the right boot, whilst near the left +boot, opposite to Henry, sat Mirebeau and du Plessis Liancourt. He was +attended only by a small number of gentlemen on horseback, and some +footmen. + +The coach turned from the Rue St. Honore into the narrow Rue de la +Ferronerie, and there was brought to a halt by a block occasioned by +the meeting of two carts, one laden with hay, the other with wine. The +footmen went ahead with the exception of two. Of these, one advanced to +clear a way for the royal vehicle, whilst the other took the opportunity +to fasten his garter. + +At that moment, gliding like a shadow between the coach and the shops, +came that shabby, hideous fellow who had been sitting on the stones +outside the Louvre an hour ago. Raising himself by deliberately standing +upon one of the spokes of the stationary wheel, he leaned over the Duc +d'Epernon, and, whipping a long, stout knife from his sleeve, stabbed +Henry in the breast. The King, who was in the act of reading a letter, +cried out, and threw up his arms in an instinctive warding movement, +thereby exposing his heart. The assassin stabbed again, and this time +the blade went deep. + +With a little gasping cough, Henry sank together, and blood gushed from +his mouth. + +The predictions were fulfilled; the tale borne by the courier riding +through Liege a week ago was made true, as were the stories of his death +already at that very hour circulating in Antwerp, Malines, Brussels, and +elsewhere. + +The murderer aimed yet a third blow, but this at last was parried by +Epernon, whereupon the fellow stepped back from the coach, and stood +there, making no attempt to escape, or even to rid himself of the +incriminating knife. St. Michel, one of the King's gentlemen-in-waiting, +who had followed the coach, whipped out his sword and would have slain +him on the spot had he not been restrained by Epernon. The footmen +seized the fellow, and delivered him over to the captain of the guard. +He proved to be a school-master of Angouleme--which was Epernon's +country. His name was Ravaillac. + +The curtains of the coach were drawn, the vehicle was put about, and +driven back to the Louvre, whilst to avoid all disturbance it was +announced to the people that the King was merely wounded. + +But St. Michel went on to the Arsenal, taking with him the knife that +had stabbed his master, to bear the sinister tidings to Henry's loyal +and devoted friend. Sully knew enough to gauge exactly whence the blow +had proceeded. With anger and grief in his heart he got to horse, ill +as he was, and, calling together his people, set out presently for the +Louvre, with a train one hundred strong, which was presently increased +to twice that number by many of the King's faithful servants who joined +his company as he advanced. In the Rue de la Pourpointicre a man in +passing slipped a note into his hand. + +It was a brief scrawl: "Monsieur, where are ye going? It is done. I have +seen him dead. If you enter the Louvre you will not escape any more than +he did." + +Nearing St. Innocent, the warning was repeated, this time by a gentleman +named du Jon, who stopped to mutter: + +"Monsieur le Duc, our evil is without remedy. Look to yourself, for this +strange blow will have fearful consequences." + +Again in the Rue St. Honore another note was thrown him, whose contents +were akin to those of the first. Yet with misgivings mounting swiftly +to certainty, Sully rode amain towards the Louvre, his train by now +amounting to some three hundred horse. But at the end of the street he +was stopped by M. de Vitry, who drew rein as they met. + +"Ah, monsieur," Vitry greeted him, "where are you going with such a +following? They will never suffer you to enter the Louvre with more than +two or three attendants, which I would not advise you to do. For this +plot does not end here. I have seen some persons so little sensible of +the loss they have sustained that they cannot even simulate the grief +they should feel. Go back, monsieur. There is enough for you to do +without going to the Louvre." + +Persuaded by Vitry's solemnity, and by what he knew in his heart, Sully +faced about and set out to retrace his steps. But presently he was +overtaken by a messenger from the Queen, begging him to come at once +to her at the Louvre, and to bring as few persons as possible with him. +"This proposal," he writes, "to go alone and deliver myself into the +hands of my enemies, who filled the Louvre, was not calculated to allay +my suspicions." + +Moreover he received word at that moment that an exempt of the guards +and a force of soldiers were already at the gates of the Arsenal, that +others had been sent to the Temple, where the powder was stored, and +others again to the treasurer of the Exchequer to stop all the money +there. + +"Convey to the Queen my duty and service," he bade the messenger, "and +assure her that until she acquaints me with her orders I shall continue +assiduously to attend the affairs of my office." And with that he went +to shut himself up in the Bastille, whither he was presently followed +by a stream of her Majesty's envoys, all bidding him to the Louvre. +But Sully, ill as he was, and now utterly prostrated by all that he had +endured, put himself to bed and made of his indisposition a sufficient +excuse. + +Yet on the morrow he allowed himself to be persuaded to obey her +summons, receiving certain assurances that he had no ground for any +apprehensions. Moreover, he may by now have felt a certain security in +the esteem in which the Parisians held him. An attempt against him in +the Louvre itself would prove that the blow that had killed his master +was not the independent act of a fanatic, as it was being represented; +and vengeance would follow swiftly upon the heads of those who would +thus betray themselves of having made of that poor wretch's fanaticism +an instrument to their evil ends. + +In that assurance he went, and he has left on record the burning +indignation aroused in him at the signs of satisfaction, complacency, +and even mirth that he discovered in that house of death. The +Queen herself, however, overwrought by the events, and perhaps +conscience-stricken by the tragedy which in the eleventh hour she had +sought to avert, burst into tears at sight of Sully, and brought in the +Dauphin, who flung himself upon the Duke's neck. + +"My son," the Queen addressed him, "this is Monsieur de Sully. You must +love him well, for he was one of the best and most faithful servants of +the King your father, and I entreat him to continue to serve you in the +same manner." + +Words so fair might have convinced a man less astute that all his +suspicions were unworthy. But, even then, the sequel would very quickly +have undeceived him. For very soon thereafter his fall was brought about +by the Concinis and their creatures, so that no obstacle should remain +between themselves and the full gratification of their fell ambitions. + +At once he saw the whole policy of the dead King subversed; he saw the +renouncing of all ancient alliances, and the union of the crowns +of France and Spain; the repealing of all acts of pacification; the +destruction of the Protestants; the dissipation of the treasures amassed +by Henry; the disgrace of those who would not receive the yoke of the +new favourites. All this Sully witnessed in his declining years, and he +witnessed, too, the rapid rise to the greatest power and dignity in the +State of that Florentine adventurer, Concino Concini--now bearing the +title of Marshal d'Ancre--who had so cunningly known how to profit by a +Queen's jealousy and a King's indiscretions. + +As for the miserable Ravaillac, it is pretended that he maintained under +torture and to the very hour of his death that he had no accomplices, +that what he had done he had done to prevent an unrighteous war against +Catholicism and the Pope--which was, no doubt, the falsehood with which +those who used him played upon his fanaticism and whetted him to their +service. I say "pretended" because, after all, complete records of his +examinations are not discoverable, and there is a story that when at the +point of death, seeing himself abandoned by those in whom perhaps he had +trusted, he signified a desire to confess, and did so confess; but the +notary Voisin, who took his depositions in articulo mortis, set them +down in a hand so slovenly as to be afterwards undecipherable. + +That may or may not be true. But the statement that when the President +du Harlay sought to pursue inquiries into certain allegations by a woman +named d'Escoman, which incriminated the Duc d'Epernon, he received a +royal order to desist, rests upon sound authority. + +That is the story of the assassination of Henry IV. re-told in the +light of certain records which appear to me to have been insufficiently +studied. They should suggest a train of speculation leading to +inferences which, whilst obvious, I hesitate to define absolutely. + +"If it be asked," says Perefixe, "who were the friends that suggested to +Ravaillac so damnable a design, history replies that it is ignorant and +that upon an action of such consequences it is not permissible to give +suspicions and conjectures for certain truths. The judges themselves who +interrogated him dared not open their mouths, and never mentioned the +matter but with gestures of horror and amazement." + + + + + + +VI. THE BARREN WOOING + +The Murder of Amy Robsart + +There had been a banquet, followed by a masque, and this again by a +dance in which the young queen had paired off with Lord Robert Dudley, +who in repute was the handsomest man in Europe, just as in fact he was +the vainest, shallowest, and most unscrupulous. There had been homage +and flattery lavishly expressed, and there was a hint of masked +hostility from certain quarters to spice the adventure, and to thrill +her bold young spirit. Never yet in all the months of her reign since +her coronation in January of last year had she felt so much a queen, and +so conscious of the power of her high estate; never so much a woman, +and so conscious of the weakness of her sex. The interaction of those +conflicting senses wrought upon her like a heady wine. She leaned more +heavily upon the silken arm of her handsome Master of the Horse, and +careless in her intoxication of what might be thought or said, she--who +by the intimate favour shown him had already loosed the tongue of +Scandal and set it chattering in every court in Europe--drew him forth +from that thronged and glittering chamber of the Palace of Whitehall +into the outer solitude and friendly gloom. + +And he, nothing loth to obey the suasion of that white hand upon his +arm, exultant, indeed, to parade before them all the power he had with +her, went willingly enough. Let Norfolk and Sussex scowl, let Arundel +bite his lip until it bled, and sober Cecil stare cold disapproval. They +should mend their countenances soon, and weigh their words or be for +ever silenced, when he was master in England. And that he would soon be +master he was assured to-night by every glance of her blue eyes, by the +pressure of that fair hand upon his arm, by the languishing abandonment +with which that warm young body swayed towards him, as they passed out +from the blaze of lights and the strains of music into the gloom and +silence of the gallery leading to the terrace. + +"Out--let us go out, Robin. Let me have air," she almost panted, as she +drew him on. + +Assuredly he would be master soon. Indeed, he might have been master +already but for that wife of his, that stumbling-block to his ambition, +who practiced the housewifely virtues at Cumnor Place, and clung so +tenaciously and so inconsiderately to life in spite of all his plans to +relieve her of the burden of it. + +For a year and more his name had been coupled with the Queen's in a +tale that hurt her honour as a woman and imperilled her dignity as a +sovereign. Already in October of 1559 Alvarez de Quadra, the Spanish +ambassador, had written home: "I have learnt certain things as to the +terms on which the Queen and Lord Robert stand towards each other which +I could not have believed." + +That was at a time when de Quadra was one of a dozen ambassadors who +were competing for her hand, and Lord Robert had, himself, appeared to +be an ally of de Quadra and an advocate of the Spanish marriage with the +Archduke Charles. But it was a presence which nowise deceived the astute +Spaniard, who employed a legion of spies to keep him well informed. + +"All the dallying with us," he wrote, "all the dallying with the Swede, +all the dallying there will be with the rest, one after another, is +merely to keep Lord Robert's enemies in play until his villainy about +his wife can be executed." + +What that particular villainy was, the ambassador had already stated +earlier in his letter. "I have learnt from a person who usually gives me +true information that Lord Robert has sent to have his wife poisoned." + +What had actually happened was that Sir Richard Verney--a trusted +retainer of Lord Robert's--had reported to Dr. Bayley, of New College, +Oxford, that Lady Robert Dudley was "sad and ailing," and had asked him +for a potion. But the doctor was learned in more matters than physic. He +had caught an echo of the tale of Lord Robert's ambition; he had heard +a whisper that whatever suitors might come from overseas for Elizabeth, +she would marry none but "my lord"--as Lord Robert was now commonly +styled. More, he had aforetime heard rumours of the indispositions of +Lady Robert, yet had never found those rumours verified by the fact. +Some months ago, it had been reported that her ladyship was suffering +from cancer of the breast and likely soon to die of it. Yet Dr. Bayley +had reason to know that a healthier woman did not live in Berkshire. + +The good doctor was a capable deductive reasoner, and the conclusion +to which he came was that if they poisoned her under cover of his +potion--she standing in no need of physic--he might afterwards be +hanged as a cover for their crime. So he refused to prescribe as he was +invited, nor troubled to make a secret of invitation and refusal. + +For awhile, then, Lord Robert had prudently held his hand; moreover, +the urgency there had been a year ago, when that host of foreign suitors +laid siege to Elizabeth of England, had passed, and his lordship could +afford to wait. But now of a sudden the urgency was returned. Under the +pressure brought to bear upon her to choose a husband, Elizabeth had +half-committed herself to marry the Archduke Charles, promising the +Spanish ambassador a definite answer within a few days. + +Lord Robert had felt the earth to be quaking under him; he had seen +the ruin of his high ambitions; he had watched with rage the expanding +mockery upon the countenances of Norfolk, Sussex, and those others who +hated and despised him; and he had cursed that wife of his who knew not +when to die. But for that obstinacy with which she clung to life he had +been the Queen's husband these many months, so making an end to suspense +and to the danger that lies in delay. + +To-night the wantonness with which the Queen flaunted before the eyes of +all her court the predilection in which she held him, came not merely to +lull his recent doubts and fears, to feed his egregious vanity, and to +assure him that in her heart he need fear no rival; it came also to +set his soul Quiver impotent rage. He had but to put forth his hands +to possess himself of this splendid prize. Yet those hands of his were +bound while that woman lived at Cumnor. Conceive his feelings as they +stole away together like any pair of lovers. + +Arm in arm they came by a stone gallery, where a stalwart scarlet +sentinel, a yeoman of the guard, with a Tudor rose embroidered in gold +upon his back, stood under a lamp set in the wall, with grounded pike +and body stiffly erect. + +The tall young Queen was in crimson satin with cunningly-wrought silver +embroideries, trimmed with tufted silver fringe, her stomacher stiff +with silver bullion studded with gold rosettes and Roman pearls, her +bodice cut low to display her splendid neck, decked by a carcanet of +pearls and rubies, and surmounted by a fan-like cuff of guipure, high +behind and sloping towards the bust. Thus she appeared to the sentinel +as the rays of the single lamp behind him struck fire from her red-gold +hair. As if by her very gait to express the wantonness of her mood, she +pointed her toes and walked with head thrown back, smiling up into +the gipsy face of her companion, who was arrayed from head to foot in +shimmering ivory satin, with an elegance no man in England could have +matched. + +They came by that stone gallery to a little terrace above the Privy +Steps. A crescent moon hung low over the Lambeth marshes across the +river. From a barge that floated gay with lights in mid-stream came +a tinkle of lutes, and the sweet voice of a singing boy. A moment +the lovers stood at gaze, entranced by the beauty of the soft, tepid +September night, so subtly adapted to their mood. Then she fetched a +sigh, and hung more heavily upon his arm, leaned nearer to his tall, +vigorous, graceful figure. + +"Robin, Robin!" was all she said, but in her voice throbbed a world of +passionate longing, an exquisite blend of delight and pain. + +Judging the season ripe, his arm flashed round her, and drew her +fiercely close. For a moment she was content to yield, her head against +his stalwart shoulder, a very woman nestling to the mate of her choice, +surrendering to her master. Then the queen in her awoke and strangled +nature. Roughly she disengaged herself from his arm, and stood away, her +breathing quickened. + +"God's Death, Robin!" There was a harsh note in the voice that lately +had cooed so softly. "You are strangely free, I think." + +But he, impudence incarnate, nothing abashed, accustomed to her +gusty moods, to her alternations between the two natures she had +inherited--from overbearing father and wanton mother--was determined at +all costs to take the fullest advantage of the hour, to make an end of +suspense. + +"I am not free, but enslaved--by love and worship of you. Would you deny +me; Would you?" + +"Not I, but fate," she answered heavily, and he knew that the woman at +Cumnor was in her mind. + +"Fate will soon mend the wrong that fate has done--very soon now." He +took her hand, and, melted again from her dignity, she let it lie in +his. "When that is done, sweet, then will I claim you for my own." + +"When that is done, Robin?" she questioned almost fearfully, as if a +sudden dread suspicion broke upon her mind. "When what is done?" + +He paused a moment to choose his words, what time she stared intently +into the face that gleamed white in the surrounding gloom. + +"When that poor ailing spirit is at rest." And he added: "It will be +soon." + +"Thou hast said the same aforetime, Robin. Yet it has not so fallen +out." + +"She has clung to life beyond what could have been believed of her +condition," he explained, unconscious of any sinister ambiguity. "But +the end, I know, is very near--a matter but of days." + +"Of days!" she shivered, and moved forward to the edge of the terrace, +he keeping step beside her. Then she stood awhile in silence, looking +down at the dark oily surge of water. "You loved her once, Robin?" she +asked, in a queer, unnatural voice. + +"I never loved but once," answered that perfect courtier. + +"Yet you married her--men say it was a love marriage. It was a marriage, +anyway, and you can speak so calmly of her death?" Her tone was +brooding. She sought understanding that should silence her own lingering +doubt of him. + +"Where lies the blame? Who made me what I am?" Again his bold arm +encompassed her. Side by side they peered down through the gloom at the +rushing waters, and he seized an image from them. "Our love is like that +seething tide," he said. "To resist it is to labour in agony awhile, and +then to perish." + +"And to yield is to be swept away." + +"To happiness," he cried, and reverted to his earlier prayer. "Say +that when... that afterwards, I may claim you for my own. Be true to +yourself, obey the voice of instinct, and so win to happiness." + +She looked up at him, seeking to scan the handsome face in that dim +light that baffled her, and he observed the tumultuous heave of her +white breast. + +"Can I trust thee, Robin? Can I trust thee? Answer me true!" she +implored him, adorably weak, entirely woman now. + +"What does your own heart answer you?" quoth he, loaning close above +her. + +"I think I can, Robin. And, anyway, I must. I cannot help myself. I am +but a woman, after all," she murmured, and sighed. "Be it as thou wilt. +Come to me again when thou art free." + +He bent lower, murmuring incoherently, and she put up a hand to pat his +swarthy bearded cheek. + +"I shall make thee greater than any man in England, so thou make me +happier than any woman." + +He caught the hand in his and kissed it passionately, his soul singing +a triumph song within him. Norfolk and Sussex and those other scowling +ones should soon be whistled to the master's heel. + +As they turned arm in arm into the gallery to retrace their steps, +they came suddenly face to face with a slim, sleek gentleman, who bowed +profoundly, a smile upon his crafty, shaven, priestly face. In a smooth +voice and an accent markedly foreign, he explained that he, too, sought +the cool of the terrace, not thinking to intrude; and upon that, bowing +again, he passed on and effaced himself. It was Alvarez de Quadra, +Bishop of Aquila, the argus-eyed ambassador of Spain. + +The young face of the Queen hardened. + +"I would I were as well served abroad as the King of Spain is here," +she said aloud, that the retreating ambassador might hear the dubious +compliment; and for my lord's ear alone she added under her breath: "The +spy! Philip of Spain will hear of this." + +"So that he hears something more, what shall it signify?" quoth my lord, +and laughed. + +They paced the length of the gallery in silence, past the yeoman of the +guard, who kept his watch, and into the first antechamber. Perhaps it +was that meeting with de Quadra and my lord's answer to her comment that +prompted what now she asked: "What is it ails her, Robin?" + +"A wasting sickness," he answered, never doubting to whom the question +alluded. + +"You said, I think, that... that the end is very near." + +He caught her meaning instantly. "Indeed, if she is not dead already, +she is very nearly so." + +He lied, for never had Amy Dudley been in better health. And yet he +spoke the truth, for in so much as her life depended upon his will, +it was as good as spent. This was, he knew, a decisive moment of his +career. The hour was big with fate. If now he were weak or hesitant, the +chance might slip away and be for ever lost to him. Elizabeth's moods +were as uncertain as were certain the hostile activities of my lord's +enemies. He must strike quickly whilst she was in her present frame of +mind, and bring her to wedlock, be it in public or in private. But first +he must shake off the paralysing encumbrance of that house-wife down at +Cumnor. + +I believe--from evidence that I account abundant--that he considered +it with the cold remorselessness of the monstrous egotist he was. An +upstart, great-grandson to a carpenter, noble only in two descents, and +in both of them stained by the block, he found a queen--the victim of +a physical passion that took no account of the worthlessness underlying +his splendid exterior--reaching out a hand to raise him to a throne. +Being what he was, he weighed his young wife's life at naught in the +evil scales of his ambition. And yet he had loved her once, more truly +perhaps than he could now pretend to love the Queen. + +It was some ten years since, as a lad of eighteen, he had taken Sir +John Robsart's nineteen-year-old daughter to wife. She had brought him +considerable wealth and still more devotion. Because of this devotion +she was content to spend her days at Cumnor, whilst he ruffled it at +court; content to take such crumbs of attention as he could spare her +upon occasion. And during the past year, whilst he had been plotting her +death, she had been diligently caring for his interests and fostering +the prosperity of the Berkshire estate. If he thought of this at all, he +allowed no weakly sentiment to turn him from his purpose. There was too +much at stake for that--a throne, no less. + +And so, on the morning after that half-surrender of Elizabeth's, we +find my lord closeted with his henchman, Sir Richard Verney. Sir +Richard--like his master--was a greedy, unscrupulous, ambitious +scoundrel, prepared to go to any lengths for the sake of such worldly +advancement as it lay in my lord's power to give him. My lord perforce +used perfect frankness with this perfect servant. + +"Thou'lt rise or fall with me, Dick," quoth he. "Help me up, then, and +so mount with me. When I am King, as soon now I shall be, look to me. +Now to the thing that is to do. Thou'lt have guessed it." + +To Sir Richard it was an easy guess, considering how much already he had +been about this business. He signified as much. + +My lord shifted in his elbow-chair, and drew his embroidered bedgown of +yellow satin closer about his shapely limbs. + +"Hast failed me twice before, Richard," said he. "God's death, man, fail +me not again, or the last chance may go the way of the others. There's a +magic in the number three. See that I profit by it, or I am undone, and +thou with me." + +"I'd not have failed before, but for that suspicious dotard Bayley," +grumbled Verney. "Your lordship bade me see that all was covered." + +"Aye, aye. And I bid thee so again. On thy life, leave no footprints +by which we may be tracked. Bayley is not the only physician in Oxford. +About it, then, and swiftly. Time is the very soul of fortune in this +business, with the Spaniard straining at the leash, and Cecil and the +rest pleading his case with her. Succeed, and thy fortune's made; fail, +and trouble not to seek me again." + +Sir Richard bowed, and took his leave. As he reached the door, his +lordship stayed him. "If thou bungle, do not look to me. The court goes +to Windsor to-morrow. Bring me word there within the week." He rose, +magnificently tall and stately, in his bedgown of embroidered yellow +satin, his handsome head thrown back, and went after his retainer. +"Thou'lt not fail me, Dick," said he, a hand upon the lesser scoundrel's +shoulder. "There is much at issue for me, and for thee with me." + +"I will not fail you, my lord," Sir Richard rashly promised, and on that +they parted. + +Sir Richard did not mean to fail. He knew the importance of succeeding, +and he appreciated the urgency of the business as much as did my lord +himself. But between his cold, remorseless will to succeed and success +itself there lay a gulf which it needed all his resource to bridge. +He paid a short visit to Lady Robert at Cumnor, and professed deepest +concern to find in her a pallor and an ailing air which no one else had +yet observed. He expressed himself on the subject to Mrs. Buttelar and +the other members of her ladyship's household, reproaching them with +their lack of care of their mistress. Mrs. Buttelar became indignant +under his reproaches. + +"Nay, now, Sir Richard, do you wonder that my lady is sad and downcast +with such tales as are going of my lord's doings at court, and of what +there is 'twixt the Queen and him? Her ladyship may be too proud to +complain, but she suffers the more for that, poor lamb. There was talk +of a divorce awhile ago that got to her ears." + +"Old wives' tales," snorted Sir Richard. + +"Likely," agreed Mrs. Buttelar. "Yet when my lord neither comes to +Cumnor, nor requires her ladyship to go to him, what is she to think, +poor soul?" + +Sir Richard made light of all, and went off to Oxford to find a +physician more accommodating than Dr. Bayley. But Dr. Bayley had talked +too much, and it was in vain that Sir Richard pleaded with each of +the two physicians he sought that her ladyship was ailing--"sad and +heavy"--and that he must have a potion for her. + +Each in turn shook his head. They had no medicine for sorrow, was their +discreet answer. From his description of her condition, said each, it +was plain that her ladyship's sickness was of the mind, and, considering +the tales that were afloat, neither was surprised. + +Sir Richard went back to his Oxford lodging with the feeling of a +man checkmated. For two whole days of that precious time he lay there +considering what to do. He thought of going to seek a physician in +Abingdon. But fearing no better success in that quarter, fearing, +indeed, that in view of the rumours abroad he would merely be +multiplying what my lord called "footprints," he decided to take +some other way to his master's ends. He was a resourceful, inventive +scoundrel, and soon he had devised a plan. + +On Friday he wrote from Oxford to Lady Robert, stating that he had a +communication for her on the subject of his lordship as secret as it was +urgent. That he desired to come to her at Cumnor again, but dared not do +so openly. He would come if she would contrive that her servants should +be absent, and he exhorted her to let no one of them know that he was +coming, else he might be ruined, out of his desire to serve her. + +That letter he dispatched by the hand of his servant Nunweek, desiring +him to bring an answer. It was a communication that had upon her +ladyship's troubled mind precisely the effect that the rascal conceived. +There was about Sir Richard's personality nothing that could suggest +the villain. He was a smiling, blue-eyed, florid gentleman, of a kindly +manner that led folk to trust him. And on the occasion of his late +visit to Cumnor he had displayed such tender solicitude that her +ladyship--starved of affection as she was--had been deeply touched. + +His letter so cunningly couched filled her with vague alarm and with +anxiety. She had heard so many and such afflicting rumours, and +had received in my lord's cruel neglect of her such circumstantial +confirmation of them, that she fastened avidly upon what she deemed the +chance of learning at last the truth. Sir Richard Verney had my lord's +confidence, and was much about the court in his attendance upon my lord. +He would know the truth, and what could this letter mean but that he was +disposed to tell it. + +So she sent him back a line in answer, bidding him come on Sunday +afternoon. She would contrive to be alone in the house, so that he need +not fear being seen by any. + +As she promised, so she performed, and on the Sunday packed off her +household to the fair that was being held at Abingdon that day, using +insistence with the reluctant, and particularly with one of her women, +a Mrs. Oddingsell, who expressed herself strongly against leaving her +ladyship alone in that lonely house. At length, however, the last of +them was got off, and my lady was left impatiently to await her secret +visitor. It was late afternoon when he arrived, accompanied by Nunweek, +whom he left to hold the horses under the chestnuts in the avenue. +Himself he reached the house across the garden, where the blighting hand +of autumn was already at work. + +Within the porch he found her waiting, fretted by her impatience. + +"It is very good in you to have come, Sir Richard," was her gracious +greeting. + +"I am your ladyship's devoted servant," was his sufficient answer, and +he doffed his plumed bonnet, and bowed low before her. "We shall be +private in your bower above stairs," he added. + +"Why, we are private anywhere. I am all alone, as you desired." + +"That is very wise--most wise," said he. "Will your ladyship lead the +way?" + +So they went up that steep, spiral staircase, which had loomed so +prominently in the plans the ingenious scoundrel had evolved. Across +the gallery on the first floor they entered a little room whose windows +overlooked the garden. This was her bower--an intimate cosy room, +reflecting on every hand the gentle, industrious personality of the +owner. On an oak table near the window were spread some papers and +account-books concerned with the estate--with which she had sought to +beguile the time of waiting. She led the way towards this, and, sinking +into the high-backed chair that stood before it, she looked up at him +expectantly. She was pale, there were dark stains under her eyes, and +wistful lines had crept into the sweet face of that neglected wife. + +Contemplating his poor victim now, Sir Richard may have compared her +with the woman by whom my lord desired so impatiently to supplant +her. She was tall and beautifully shaped, despite an almost maidenly +slenderness. Her countenance was gentle and adorable, with its soft grey +eyes and light brown hair, and tender, wistful mouth. + +It was not difficult to believe that Lord Robert had as ardently desired +her to wife five years ago as he now desired to be rid of her. Then he +obeyed the insistent spur of passion; now he obeyed the remorseless spur +of ambition. In reality, then as now, his beacon-light was love of self. + +Seeing her so frail and trusting, trembling in her anxious impatience +to hear the news of her lord which he had promised her, Sir Richard may +have felt some pang of pity. But, like my lord, he was of those whose +love of self suffers the rivalry of no weak emotion. + +"Your news, Sir Richard," she besought him, her dove-like glance upon +his florid face--less florid now than was its wont. + +He leaned against the table, his back to the window. "Why, it is briefly +this," said he. "My lord..." And then he checked, and fell into a +listening attitude. + +"What was that? Did you hear anything, my lady?" + +"No. What is it?" Her face betrayed alarm, her anxiety mounting under so +much mystery. + +"Sh! Stay you here," he enjoined. "If we are spied upon..." He left the +sentence there. Already he was moving quickly, stealthily, towards the +door. He paused before opening it. "Stay where you are, my lady," he +enjoined again, so gravely that she could have no thought of disobeying +him. "I will return at once." + +He stepped out, closed the door, and crossed to the stairs. There he +stopped. From his pouch he had drawn a fine length of whipcord, attached +at one end to a tiny bodkin of needle sharpness. That bodkin he drove +into the edge of one of the panels of the wainscot, in line with the +topmost step; drawing the cord taut at a height of a foot or so +above this step, he made fast its other end to the newel-post at +the stair-head. He had so rehearsed the thing in his mind that the +performance of it occupied but a few seconds. Such dim light of +that autumn afternoon as reached the spot would leave that fine cord +invisible. + +Sir Richard went back to her ladyship. She had not moved in his absence, +so brief as scarcely to have left her time in which to resolve upon +disobeying his injunction. + +"We move in secret like conspirators," said he, "and so we are easily +affrighted.. I should have known it could be none but my lord himself... +here?" + +"My lord!" she interrupted, coming excitedly to her feet. "Lord Robert?" + +"To be sure, my lady. It was he had need to visit you in secret--for did +the Queen have knowledge of his coming here, it would mean the Tower for +him. You cannot think what, out of love for you, his lordship suffers. +The Queen... + +"But do you say that he is here, man," her voice shrilled up in +excitement. + +"He is below, my lady. Such is his peril that he dared not set foot in +Cumnor until he was certain beyond doubt that you are here alone." + +"He is below!" she cried, and a flush dyed her pale cheeks, a light +of gladness quickened her sad eyes. Already she had gathered from his +cunning words a new and comforting explanation of the things reported to +her. "He is below!" she repeated. "Oh!" She turned from him, and in an +instant was speeding towards the door. + +He stood rooted there, his nether lip between his teeth, his face a +ghastly white, whilst she ran on. + +"My lord! Robin! Robin!" he heard her calling, as she crossed the +corridor. Then came a piercing scream that echoed through the silent +house; a pause; a crashing thud below; and--silence. + +Sir Richard remained by the table, immovable. Blood was trickling down +his chin. He had sunk his teeth through his lip when that scream rang +out. A long moment thus, as if entranced, awe-stricken. Then he braced +himself, and went forward, reeling at first like a drunken man. But +by the time he had reached the stairs he was master of himself again. +Swiftly, for all his trembling fingers, he unfastened the cord's end +from the newel-post. The wrench upon it had already pulled the bodkin +from the wainscot. He went down that abrupt spiral staircase at a +moderate pace, mechanically coiling the length of whip-cord, and +bestowing it with the bodkin in his pouch again, and all the while his +eyes were fixed upon the grey bundle that lay so still at the stairs' +foot. + +He came to it at last, and, pausing, looked more closely. He was +thankful that there was not the need to touch it. The position of the +brown-haired head was such as to leave no doubt of the complete success +of his design. Her neck was broken. Lord Robert Dudley was free to marry +the Queen. + +Deliberately Sir Richard stepped over the huddled body of that poor +victim of a knave's ambition, crossed the hall, and passed out, +closing the door. An excellent day's work, thought he, most excellently +accomplished. The servants, returning from Abingdon Fair on that Sunday +evening, would find her there. They would publish the fact that in their +absence her ladyship had fallen downstairs and broken her neck, and that +was the end of the matter. + +But that was not the end at all. Fate, the ironic interloper, had taken +a hand in this evil game. + +The court had moved a few days earlier to Windsor, and thither on +the Friday--the 6th of September--came Alvarez de Quadra to seek the +definite answer which the Queen had promised him on the subject of the +Spanish marriage. What he had seen that night at Whitehall, coupled +with his mistrust of her promises and experience of her fickleness, had +rendered him uneasy. Either she was trifling with him, or else she was +behaving in a manner utterly unbecoming the future wife of the Archduke. +In either case some explanation was necessary. De Quadra must know where +he stood. Having failed to obtain an audience before the court +left London, he had followed it to Windsor, cursing all women and +contemplating the advantages of the Salic law. + +He found at Windsor an atmosphere of constraint, and it was not until +the morrow that he obtained an audience with the Queen. Even then this +was due to chance rather than to design on the part of Elizabeth. For +they met on the terrace as she was returning from hunting. She dismissed +those about her, including the stalwart Robert Dudley, and, alone with +de Quadra, invited him to speak. + +"Madame," he said, "I am writing to my master, and I desire to know +whether your Majesty would wish me to add anything to what you have +announced already as your intention regarding the Archduke." + +She knit her brows. The wily Spaniard fenced so closely that there was +no alternative but to come to grips. + +"Why, sir," she answered dryly, "you may tell his Majesty that I +have come to an absolute decision, which is that I will not marry the +Archduke." + +The colour mounted to the Spaniard's sallow cheeks. Iron self-control +alone saved him from uttering unpardonable words. Even so he spoke +sternly: + +"This, madame, is not what you had led me to believe when last we talked +upon the subject." + +At another time Elizabeth might have turned upon him and rent him for +that speech. But it happened that she was in high good-humour that +afternoon, and disposed to indulgence. She laughed, surveying herself in +the small steel mirror that dangled from her waist. + +"You are ungallant to remind me, my lord," said she. "My sex, you may +have heard, is privileged to change of mind." + +"Then, madame, I pray that you may change it yet again." His tone was +bitter. + +"Your prayer will not be heard. This time I am resolved." + +De Quadra bowed. "The King, my master, will not be pleased, I fear." + +She looked him straightly in the face, her dark eyes kindling. + +"God's death!" said she, "I marry to please myself, and not the King +your master." + +"You are resolved on marriage then?" flashed he. + +"And it please you," she mocked him archly, her mood of joyousness +already conquering her momentary indignation. + +"What pleases you must please me also, madame," he answered, in a tone +so cold that it belied his words. "That it please you, is reason enough +why you should marry... Whom did your Majesty say?" + +"Nay. I named no names. Yet one so astute might hazard a shrewd guess." +Half-challenging, half-coy, she eyed him over her fan. + +"A guess? Nay, madame. I might affront your Majesty." + +"How so?" + +"If I were deluded by appearances. If I named a subject who signally +enjoys your royal favour." + +"You mean Lord Robert Dudley." She paled a little, and her bosom's heave +was quickened. "Why should the guess affront me?" + +"Because a queen--a wise queen, madame--does not mate with a +subject--particularly with one who has a wife already." + +He had stung her. He had wounded at once the pride of the woman and the +dignity of the queen, yet in a way that made it difficult for her to +take direct offense. She bit her lip and mastered her surge of anger. +Then she laughed, a thought sneeringly. + +"Why, as to my Lord Robert's wife, it seems you are less well-informed +than usual, sir. Lady Robert Dudley is dead, or very nearly so." + +And as blank amazement overspread his face, she passed upon her way and +left him. + +But anon, considering, she grew vaguely uneasy, and that very night +expressed her afflicting doubt to my lord, reporting to him de Quadra's +words. His lordship, who was mentally near-sighted, laughed. + +"He'll change his tone before long," said he. + +She set her hands upon his shoulders, and looked up adoringly into his +handsome gipsy face. Never had he known her so fond as in these +last days since her surrender to him that night upon the terrace at +Whitehall, never had she been more the woman and less the queen in her +bearing towards him. + +"You are sure, Robin? You are quite sure?" she pleaded. + +He drew her close, she yielding herself to his embrace. "With so much +at stake could I be less than sure, sweet?" said he, and so convinced +her--the more easily since he afforded her the conviction she desired. + +That was on the night of Saturday, and early on Monday came the news +which justified him of his assurances. It was brought him to Windsor +by one of Amy's Cumnor servants, a fellow named Bowes, who, with the +others, had been away at Abingdon Fair yesterday afternoon, and had +returned to find his mistress dead at the stairs' foot--the result of an +accident, as all believed. + +It was not quite the news that my lord had been expecting. It staggered +him a little that an accident so very opportune should have come to +resolve his difficulties, obviating the need for recourse to those more +dangerous measures with which he had charged Sir Richard Verney. He +perceived how suspicion might now fall upon himself, how his enemies +would direct it, and on the instant made provision. There and then he +seized a pen, and wrote to his kinsman, Sir Thomas Blount, who even then +was on his way to Cumnor. He stated in the letter what he had learnt +from Bowes, bade Blount engage the coroner to make the strictest +investigation, and send for Amy's natural brother, Appleyard. "Have no +respect to any living person," was the final injunction of that letter +which he sent Blount by the hand of Bowes. + +And, then, before he could carry to the Queen the news of this accident +which had broken his matrimonial shackles, Sir Richard Verney arrived +with the true account. He had expected praise and thanks from his +master. Instead, he met first dismay, and then anger and fierce +reproaches. + +"My lord, this is unjust," the faithful retainer protested. "Knowing the +urgency, I took the only way--contrived the accident." + +"Pray God," said Dudley, "that the jury find it to have been an +accident; for if the truth should come to be discovered, I leave you to +the consequences. I warned you of that before you engaged in this. Look +for no help from me." + +"I look for none," said Sir Richard, stung to hot contempt by the +meanness and cowardice so characteristic of the miserable egotist he +served. "Nor will there be the need, for I have left no footprints. + +"I hope that may be so, for I tell you, man, that I have ordered a +strict inquiry, bidding them have no respect to any living person, and +to that I shall adhere." + +"And if, in spite of that, I am not hanged?" quoth Sir Richard, a sneer +upon his white face. + +"Come to me again when the affair is closed, and we will talk of it." + +Sir Richard went out, rage and disgust in his heart, leaving my lord +with rage and fear in his. + +Grown calmer now, my lord dressed himself with care and sought the +Queen to tell her of the accident that had removed the obstacle to their +marriage. And that same night her Majesty coldly informed de Quadra that +Lady Robert Dudley had fallen down a flight of stairs and broken her +neck. + +The Spaniard received the information with a countenance that was +inscrutable. + +"Your Majesty's gift of prophecy is not so widely known as it deserves +to be," was his cryptic comment. + +She stared at him blankly a moment. Then a sudden uneasy memory awakened +by his words, she drew him forward to a window embrasure apart from +those who had stood about her, and for greater security addressed him, +as he tells us, in Italian. + +"I do not think I understand you, sir. Will you be plain with me?" She +stood erect and stiff, and frowned upon him after the manner of her +bullying father. But de Quadra held the trumps, and was not easily +intimidated. + +"About the prophecy?" said he. "Why, did not your Majesty foretell the +poor lady's death a full day before it came to pass? Did you not say +that she was already dead, or nearly so?" + +He saw her blench; saw fear stare from those dark eyes that could be so +very bold. Then her ever-ready anger followed swiftly. + +"'Sblood, man! What do you imply?" she cried, and went on without +waiting for his answer. "The poor woman was sick and ill, and must +soon have succumbed; it will no doubt be found that the accident which +anticipated nature was due to her condition." + +Gently he shook his head, relishing her discomfiture, taking +satisfaction in torturing her who had flouted him and his master, in +punishing her whom he had every reason to believe guilty. + +"Your Majesty, I fear, has been ill-informed on that score. The poor +lady was in excellent health--and like to have lived for many years--at +least, so I gather from Sir William Cecil, whose information is usually +exact." + +She clutched his arm. "You told him what I had said?" + +"It was indiscreet, perhaps. Yet, how was I to know...?" He left his +sentence there. "I but expressed my chagrin at your decision on the +score of the Archduke--hardly a wise decision, if I may be so bold," he +added slyly. + +She caught the suggestion of a bargain, and became instantly suspicious. + +"You transcend the duties of your office, my lord," she rebuked him, and +turned away. + +But soon that night she was closeted with Dudley, and closely +questioning him about the affair. My lord was mightily vehement. + +"I take Heaven to be my witness," quoth he, when she all but taxed him +with having procured his lady's death, "that I am innocent of any part +in it. My injunctions to Blount, who has gone to Cumnor, are that the +matter be sifted without respect to any person, and if it can be shown +that this is other than the accident I deem it, the murderer shall +hang." + +She flung her arms about his neck, and laid her head on his shoulder. +"Oh, Robin, Robin, I am full of fears," she wailed, and was nearer to +tears than he had ever seen her. + +But, anon, as the days passed their fears diminished, and finally the +jury at Cumnor--delayed in their finding, and spurred by my lord to +exhaustive inquiries--returned a verdict of "found dead," which in all +the circumstances left his lordship--who was known, moreover, to have +been at Windsor when his lady died--fully acquitted. Both he and the +Queen took courage from that finding, and made no secret of it now that +they would very soon be wed. + +But there were many whom that finding did not convince, who read my +lord too well, and would never suffer him to reap the fruits of his evil +deed. Prominent among these were Arundel--who himself had aimed at the +Queen's hand--Norfolk and Pembroke, and behind them was a great mass of +the people. Indignation against Lord Robert was blazing out, fanned +by such screaming preachers as Lever, who, from the London pulpits, +denounced the projected marriage, hinting darkly at the truth of Amy +Dudley's death. + +What was hinted at home was openly expressed abroad, and in Paris Mary +Stuart ventured a cruel witticism that Elizabeth was to conserve in +her memory: "The Queen of England," she said, "is about to marry her +horse-keeper, who has killed his wife to make a place for her." + +Yet Elizabeth persisted in her intent to marry Dudley, until the sober +Cecil conveyed to her towards the end of that month of September some +notion of the rebellion that was smouldering. + +She flared out at him, of course. But he stood his ground. + +"There is," he reminded her, "this unfortunate matter of a prophecy, as +the Bishop of Aquila persists in calling it." + +"God's Body! Is the rogue blabbing?" + +"What else did your Majesty expect from a man smarting under a sense of +injury? He has published it broadcast that on the day before Lady Robert +broke her neck, you told him that she was dead or nearly so. And he +argues from it a guilty foreknowledge on your Majesty's part of what was +planned." + +"A guilty foreknowledge!" She almost choked in rage, and then fell to +swearing as furiously in that moment as old King Harry at his worst. + +"Madame!" he cried, shaken by her vehemence. "I but report the phrase he +uses. It is not mine." + +"Do you believe it?" + +"I do not, madame. If I did I should not be here at present." + +"Does any subject of mine believe it?" + +"They suspend their judgment. They wait to learn the truth from the +sequel." + +"You mean?" + +"That if your motive prove to be such as de Quadra and others allege, +they will be in danger of believing." + +"Be plain, man, in God's name. What exactly is alleged?" + +He obeyed her very fully. + +"That my lord contrived the killing of his wife so that he might have +liberty to marry your Majesty, and that your Majesty was privy to the +deed." He spoke out boldly, and hurried on before she could let loose +her wrath. "It is still in your power, madame, to save your honour, +which is now in peril. But there is only one way in which you can +accomplish it. If you put from you all thought of marrying Lord Robert, +England will believe that de Quadra and those others lied. If you +persist and carry out your intention, you proclaim the truth of his +report; and you see what must inevitably follow." + +She saw indeed, and, seeing, was afraid. + +Within a few hours of that interview she delivered her answer to Cecil, +which was that she had no intention of marrying Dudley. + +Because of her fear she saved her honour by sacrificing her heart, by +renouncing marriage with the only man she could have taken for her mate +of all who had wooed her. Yet the wound of that renunciation was slow to +heal. She trifled with the notion of other marriages, but ever and anon, +in her despair, perhaps, we see her turning longing eyes towards the +handsome Lord Robert, later made Earl of Leicester. Once, indeed, some +six years after Amy's death, there was again some talk of her marrying +him, which was quickly quelled by a reopening of the question of how Amy +died. Between these two, between the fulfilment of her desire and his +ambition, stood the irreconcilable ghost of his poor murdered wife. + +Perhaps it was some thought of this that found expression in her +passionate outburst when she learnt of the birth of Mary Stuart's child: +"The Queen of Scots is lighter of a fair son; and I am but a barren +stock." + + + + + + +VII. SIR JUDAS + +The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + +Sir Walter was met on landing at Plymouth from his ill-starred voyage to +El Dorado by Sir Lewis Stukeley, which was but natural, seeing that Sir +Lewis was not only Vice-Admiral of Devon, but also Sir Walter's very +good friend and kinsman. + +If Sir Walter doubted whether it was in his quality as kinsman or as +Vice-Admiral that Sir Lewis met him, the cordiality of the latter's +embrace and the noble entertainment following at the house of Sir +Christopher Hare, near the port, whither Sir Lewis conducted him, set +this doubt at rest and relighted the lamp of hope in the despairing soul +of our adventurer. In Sir Lewis he saw only his kinsman--his very +good friend and kinsman, to insist upon Stukeley's own description of +himself--at a time when of all others in his crowded life he needed the +support of a kinsman and the guidance of a friend. + +You know the story of this Sir Walter, who had been one of the brightest +ornaments of the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and might have added lustre +to that of King James, had not his Sowship--to employ the title bestowed +upon that prince by his own queen--been too mean of soul to appreciate +the man's great worth. Courtier, philosopher, soldier, man of letters +and man of action alike, Ralegh was at once the greatest prose-writer, +and one of the greatest captains of his age, the last survivor of that +glorious company--whose other members were Drake and Frobisher and +Hawkins--that had given England supremacy upon the seas, that had broken +the power and lowered the pride of Spain. + +His was a name that had resounded, to the honour and glory of England, +throughout the world, a name that, like Drake's, was a thing of hate and +terror to King Philip and his Spaniards; yet the King of Scots, unclean +of body and of mind, who had succeeded to the throne of Elizabeth, must +affect ignorance of that great name which shall never die while England +lives. + +When the splendid courtier stood before him--for at fifty Sir Walter was +still handsome of person and magnificent of Apparel--James looked him +over and inquired who he might be. When they had told him: + +"I've rawly heard of thee," quoth the royal punster, who sought by such +atrocities of speech to be acclaimed a wit. + +It was ominous of what must follow, and soon thereafter you see this +great and gallant gentleman arrested on a trumped-up charge of high +treason, bullied, vituperated, and insulted by venal, peddling lawyers, +and, finally, although his wit and sincerity had shattered every +fragment of evidence brought against him, sentenced to death. Thus far +James went; but he hesitated to go further, hesitated to carry out the +sentence. Sir Walter had too many friends in England then; the memory of +his glorious deeds was still too fresh in the public mind, and execution +might have been attended by serious consequences for King James. +Besides, one at least of the main objects was achieved. Sir Walter's +broad acres were confiscate by virtue of that sentence, and King James +wanted the land--filched thus from one who was England's pride--to +bestow it upon one of those golden calves of his who were England's +shame. + +"I maun hae the land for Carr. I maun hae it," was his brazen and +peevish answer to an appeal against the confiscation. + +For thirteen years Sir Walter lay in the Tower, under that sentence of +death passed in 1603, enjoying after a season a certain liberty, visited +there by his dear lady and his friends, among whom was Henry, Prince of +Wales, who did not hesitate to publish that no man but his father--whom +he detested--would keep such a bird in a cage. He beguiled the time in +literary and scientific pursuits, distilling his essences and writing +that stupendous work of his, "The History of the World." Thus old age +crept upon him; but far from quenching the fires of enterprise within +his adventurer's soul, it brought a restlessness that urged him at last +to make a bid for liberty. Despairing of winning it from the clemency of +James, he applied his wits to extracting it from the King's cupidity. + +Throughout his life, since the day when first he had brought himself to +the notice of a Queen by making of his cloak a carpet for her feet, he +had retained side by side with the dignity of the sage and the +greatness of the hero, the craft and opportunism of the adventurer. His +opportunity now was the straitened condition of the royal treasury, a +hint of which had been let fall by Winwood the Secretary of State. He +announced at once that he knew of a gold mine in Guiana, the El Dorado +of the Spaniards. + +On his return from a voyage to Guiana in 1595, he had written of it +thus: + +"There the common soldier shall fight for gold instead of pence, pay +himself with plates half a foot broad, whereas he breaks his bones in +other wars for provant and penury Those commanders and chieftains that +shoot at honour and abundance shall find here more rich and beautiful +cities, more temples adorned with golden images, more sepulchres filled +with treasure than either Cortez found in Mexico or Pizarro in Peru." + +Winwood now reminded him that as a consequence many expeditions had gone +out, but failed to discover any of these things. + +"That," said Ralegh, "is because those adventurers were ignorant alike +of the country and of the art of conciliating its inhabitants. Were I +permitted to go, I would make Guiana to England what Peru has been to +Spain." + +That statement, reported to James in his need, was enough to fire his +cupidity, and when Ralegh had further added that he would guarantee +to the Crown one-fifth of the treasure without asking any contribution +towards the adventure either in money or in ships, he was permitted to +come forth and prepare for the expedition. + +His friends came to his assistance, and in March of 1617 he set sail for +El Dorado with a well-manned and well-equipped fleet of fourteen ships, +the Earls of Arundel and Pembroke standing sureties for his return. + +From the outset the fates were unpropitious. Disaster closed the +adventure. Gondomar, the Ambassador of Spain at Whitehall, too +well-informed of what was afoot, had warned his master. Spanish ships +waited to frustrate Sir Walter, who was under pledge to avoid all +conflict with the forces of King Philip. But conflict there was, and +bloodshed in plenty, about the city of Manoa, which the Spaniards held +as the key to the country into which the English adventurers sought +to penetrate. Among the slain were the Governor of Manoa, who was +Gondomar's own brother, and Sir Walter's eldest son. + +To Ralegh, waiting at the mouth of the Orinoco, came his beaten forces +in retreat, with the terrible news of a happening that meant his +ruin. Half-maddened, his anguish increased by the loss of his boy, he +upbraided them so fiercely that Keymis, who had been in charge of +the expedition, shut himself up in his cabin and shot himself with +a pocket-pistol. Mutiny followed, and Whitney--most trusted of Sir +Walter's captains--set sail for England, being followed by six other +ships of that fleet, which meanwhile had been reduced to twelve. With +the remaining five the stricken Sir Walter had followed more at leisure. +What need to hurry? Disgrace, and perhaps death, awaited him in England. +He knew the power of Spain with James, who was so set upon a Spanish +marriage for his heir, knew Spain's hatred of himself, and what +eloquence it would gather in the mouth of Gondomar, intent upon avenging +his brother's death. + +He feared the worst, and so was glad upon landing to have by him a +kinsman upon whom he could lean for counsel and guidance in this the +darkest hour of all his life. Sitting late that night in the library of +Sir Christopher Hare's house, Sir Walter told his cousin in detail the +story of his misadventure, and confessed to his misgivings. + +"My brains are broken," was his cry. + +Stukeley combed his beard in thought. He had little comfort to offer. + +"It was not expected," said he, "that you would return. + +"Not expected?" Sir Walter's bowed white head was suddenly flung back. +Indignation blazed in the eyes that age had left undimmed. "What act in +all my life justified the belief I should be false to honour? My danger +here was made quite plain, and Captain King would have had me steer a +course for France, where I had found a welcome and a harbour. But to +consent I must have been false to my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, +who were sureties to the King for my return. Life is still sweet to me, +despite my three-score years and more, but honour is sweeter still." + +And then, because life was sweet, he bluntly asked his cousin: "What is +the King's intent by me?" + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley, "who shall know what passes in the King's +mind? From the signs, I judge your case to be none so desperate. You +have good friends in plenty, among whom, although the poorest, count +myself the first. Anon, when you are rested, we'll to London by easy +stages, baiting at the houses of your friends, and enlisting their good +offices on your behalf." + +Ralegh took counsel on the matter with Captain King, a bluff, +tawny-bearded seaman, who was devoted to him body and soul. + +"Sir Lewis proposes it, eh?" quoth the hardy seaman. "And Sir Lewis +is Vice-Admiral of Devon? He is not by chance bidden to escort you to +London?" + +The Captain, clearly, had escaped the spell of Stukeley's affability. +Sir Walter was indignant. He had never held his kinsman in great +esteem, and had never been on the best of terms with him in the past. +Nevertheless, he was very far from suspecting him of what King implied. +To convince him that he did Sir Lewis an injustice, Ralegh put the blunt +question to his kinsman in King's presence. + +"Nay," said Sir Lewis, "I am not yet bidden to escort you. But as +Vice-Admiral of Devon I may at any moment be so bidden. It were wiser, I +hold, not to await such an order. Though even if it come," he made +haste to add, "you may still count upon my friendship. I am your kinsman +first, and Vice-Admiral after." + +With a smile that irradiated his handsome, virile countenance, Sir +Walter held out his hand to clasp his cousin's in token of appreciation. +Captain King expressed no opinion save what might be conveyed in a grunt +and a shrug. + +Guided now unreservedly by his cousin's counsel, Sir Walter set out with +him upon that journey to London. Captain King went with them, as well +as Sir Walter's body-servant, Cotterell, and a Frenchman named Manourie, +who had made his first appearance in the Plymouth household on the +previous day. Stukeley explained the fellow as a gifted man of medicine, +whom he had sent for to cure him of a trivial but inconvenient ailment +by which he was afflicted. + +Journeying by slow stages, as Sir Lewis had directed, they came at +last to Brentford. Sir Walter, had he followed his own bent, would have +journeyed more slowly still, for in a measure, as he neared London, +apprehensions of what might await him there grew ever darker. He spoke +of them to King, and the blunt Captain said nothing to dispel them. + +"You are being led like a sheep to the shambles," he declared, "and +you go like a sheep. You should have landed in France, where you have +friends. Even now it is not too late. A ship could be procured..." + +"And my honour could be sunk at sea," Sir Walter harshly concluded, in +reproof of such counsel. + +But at the inn at Brentford he was sought out by a visitor, who brought +him the like advice in rather different terms. This was De Chesne, the +secretary of the French envoy, Le Clerc. Cordially welcomed by Ralegh, +the Frenchman expressed his deep concern to see Sir Walter under arrest. + +"You conclude too hastily," laughed Sir Walter. + +"Monsieur, I do not conclude. I speak of what I am inform'." + +"Misinformed, sir. I am not a prisoner--at least, not yet," he added, +with a sigh. "I travel of my own free will to London with my good friend +and kinsman Stukeley to lay the account of my voyage before the King." + +"Of your own free will? You travel of your own free will? And you are +not a prisoner? Ha!" There was bitter mockery in De Chesne's short +laugh. "C'est bien drole!" And he explained: "Milord the Duke o +Buckingham, he has write in his master's name to the ambassador Gondomar +that you are taken and held at the disposal of the King of Spain. +Gondomar is to inform him whether King Philip wish that you be sent to +Spain to essay the justice of his Catholic Majesty, or that you suffer +here. Meanwhile your quarters are being made ready in the Tower. Yet you +tell me you are not prisoner! You go of your own free will to London. +Sir Walter, do not be deceive'. If you reach London, you are lost." + +Now here was news to shatter Sir Walter's last illusion. Yet desperately +he clung to the fragments of it. The envoy's secretary must be at fault. + +"'Tis yourself are at fault, Sir Walter, in that you trust those about +you," the Frenchman insisted. + +Sir Walter stared at him, frowning. "D'ye mean Stukeley?" quoth he, +half-indignant already at the mere suggestion. + +"Sir Lewis, he is your kinsman." De Chesne shrugged. "You should know +your family better than I. But who is this Manourie who accompanies you? +Where is he come from? What you know of him?" + +Sir Walter confessed that he knew nothing. + +"But I know much. He is a fellow of evil reputation. A spy who does not +scruple to sell his own people. And I know that letters of commission +from the Privy Council for your arrest were give' to him in London ten +days ago. Whether those letters were to himself, or he was just the +messenger to another, imports nothing. The fact is everything. The +warrant against you exists, and it is in the hands of one or another of +those that accompany you. I say no more. As I have tol' you, you should +know your own family. But of this be sure, they mean that you go to +the Tower, and so to your death. And now, Sir Walter, if I show you the +disease I also bring the remedy. I am command' by my master to offer +you a French barque which is in the Thames, and a safe conduct to the +Governor of Calais. In France you will find safety and honour, as your +worth deserve'." + +Up sprang Sir Walter from his chair, and flung off the cloak of thought +in which he had been mantled. + +"Impossible," he said. "Impossible! There is my plighted word to return, +and there are my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who are sureties for me. +I cannot leave them to suffer by my default." + +"They will not suffer at all," De Chesne assured him. He was very well +informed. "King James has yielded to Spain partly because he fears, +partly because he will have a Spanish marriage for Prince Charles, and +will do nothing to trouble his good relations with King Philip. But, +after all, you have friends, whom his Majesty also fears. If you escape' +you would resolve all his perplexities. I do not believe that any +obstacle will be offer' to your escape--else why they permit you to +travel thus without any guard, and to retain your sword?" + +Half distracted as he was by what he had learnt, yet Sir Walter clung +stoutly and obstinately to what he believed to be the only course for a +man of honour. And so he dismissed De Chesne with messages of gratitude +but refusal to his master, and sent for Captain King. Together they +considered all that the secretary had stated, and King agreed with De +Chesne's implied opinion that it was Sir Lewis himself who held the +warrant. + +They sent for him at once, and Ralegh straightly taxed him with it. Sir +Lewis as straightly admitted it, and when King thereupon charged him +with deceit he showed no anger, but only the profoundest grief. He sank +into a chair, and took his head in his hands. + +"What could I do? What could I do?" he cried. "The warrant came in the +very moment we were setting out. At first I thought of telling you; and +then I bethought me that to do so would be but to trouble your mind, +without being able to offer you help." + +Sir Walter understood what was implied. "Did you not say," he asked, +"that you were my kinsman first and Vice-Admiral of Devon after?" + +"Ay--and so I am. Though I must lose my office of Vice-Admiral, which +has cost me six hundred pounds, if I suffer you to escape, I'd never +hesitate if it were not for Manourie, who watches me as closely as he +watches you, and would baulk us at the last. And that is why I have held +my peace on the score of this warrant. What can it help that I should +trouble you with the matter until at the same time I can offer you some +way out?" + +"The Frenchman has a throat, and throats can be slit," said the +downright King. + +"So they can; and men can be hanged for slitting them," returned Sir +Lewis, and thereafter resumed and elaborated his first argument, using +now such forceful logic and obvious sincerity that Sir Walter was +convinced. He was no less convinced, too, of the peril in which he +stood. He plied those wits of his, which had rarely failed him in an +extremity. Manourie was the difficulty. But in his time he had known +many of these agents who, without sentimental interest and purely for +the sake of gold, were ready to play such parts; and never yet had +he known one who was not to be corrupted. So that evening he desired +Manourie's company in the room above stairs that had been set apart for +Sir Walter's use. Facing him across the table at which both were seated, +Sir Walter thrust his clenched fist upon the board, and, suddenly +opening it, dazzled the Frenchman's beady eyes with the jewel sparkling +in his palm. + +"Tell me, Manourie, are you paid as much as that to betray me?" + +Manourie paled a little under his tan. He was a swarthy, sharp-featured +fellow, slight and wiry. He looked into Sir Walter's grimly smiling +eyes, then again at the white diamond, from which the candlelight was +striking every colour of the rainbow. He made a shrewd estimate of its +price, and shook his black head. He had quite recovered from the shock +of Sir Walter's question. + +"Not half as much," he confessed, with impudence. + +"Then you might find it more remunerative to serve me," said the knight. +"This jewel is to be earned." + +The agent's eyes flickered; he passed his tongue over his lips. "As +how?" quoth he. + +"Briefly thus: I have but learnt of the trammel in which I am taken. I +must have time to concert my measures of escape, and time is almost at +an end. You are skilled in drugs, so my kinsman tells me. Can you so +drug me as to deceive physicians that I am in extremis?" + +Manourie considered awhile. + +"I... I think I could," he answered presently. + +"And keep faith with me in this, at the price of, say.. two such +stones?" + +The venal knave gasped in amazement. This was not generosity; it was +prodigality. He recovered again, and swore himself Sir Walter's. + +"About it, then." Sir Walter rolled the gem across the board into the +clutch of the spy, which pounced to meet it. "Keep that in earnest. The +other will follow when we have cozened them." + +Next morning Sir Walter could not resume the journey. When Cotterell +went to dress him he found his master taken with vomits, and reeling +like a drunkard. The valet ran to fetch Sir Lewis, and when they +returned together they found Sir Walter on all fours gnawing the rushes +on the floor, his face livid and horribly distorted, his brow glistening +with sweat. + +Stukeley, in alarm, ordered Cotterell to get his master back to bed +and to foment him, which was done. But on the next day there was no +improvement, and on the third things were in far more serious case. +The skin of his brow and arms and breast was inflamed, and covered with +horrible purple blotches--the result of an otherwise harmless ointment +with which the French empiric had supplied him. + +When Stukeley beheld him thus disfigured, and lying apparently inert +and but half-conscious upon his bed, he backed away in terror. The +Vice-Admiral had seen afore-time the horrible manifestations of the +plague, and could not be mistaken here. He fled from the infected air +of his kinsman's chamber, and summoned what physicians were available +to pronounce and prescribe. The physicians came--three in number--but +manifested no eagerness to approach the patient closely. The mere sight +of him was enough to lead them to the decision that he was afflicted +with the plague in a singularly virulent form. + +Presently one of them plucked up courage so far as to feel the pulse +of the apparently delirious patient. Its feebleness confirmed his +diagnosis; moreover the hand he held was cold and turgid. He was not to +know that Sir Walter had tightly wrapped about his upper arm the ribbon +from his poniard, and so he was entirely deceived. + +The physicians withdrew, and delivered their verdict, whereupon Sir +Lewis at once sent word of it to the Privy Council. + +That afternoon the faithful Captain King, sorely afflicted by the news, +came to visit his master, and was introduced to Sir Walter's chamber by +Manourie, who was in attendance upon him. To the seaman's amazement he +found Sir Walter sitting up in bed, surveying in a hand-mirror a face +that was horrible beyond description with the complacent smile of one +who takes satisfaction in his appearance. Yet there was no fevered +madness in the smiling eyes. They were alive with intelligence, +amounting, indeed, to craft. + +"Ah, King!" was the glad welcome "The prophet David did make himself a +fool, and suffered spittle to fall upon his beard, to escape from the +hands of his enemies And there was Brutus, ay, and others as memorable +who have descended to such artifice." + +Though he laughed, it is clear that he was seeking to excuse an +unworthiness of which he was conscious. + +"Artifice?" quoth King, aghast. "Is this artifice?" + +"Ay--a hedge against my enemies, who will be afraid to approach me." + +King sat himself down by his master's bed. "A better hedge against your +enemies, Sir Walter, would have been the strip of sea 'twixt here and +France. Would to Heaven you had done as I advised ere you set foot in +this ungrateful land." + +"The omission may be repaired," said Sir Walter. + +Before the imminence of his peril, as now disclosed to him, Sir Walter +had been reconsidering De Chesne's assurance touching my Lords of +Arundel and Pembroke, and he had come to conclude--the more readily, +perhaps because it was as he would have it--that De Chesne was right; +that to break faith with them were no such great matter after all, nor +one for which they would be called upon to suffer. And so, now, when it +was all but too late, he yielded to the insistence of Captain King, and +consented to save himself by flight to France. King was to go about the +business of procuring a ship without loss of time. Yet there was no need +of desperate haste, as was shown when presently orders came to Brentford +for the disposal of the prisoner. The King, who was at Salisbury, +desired that Sir Walter should be conveyed to his own house in London. +Stukeley reported this to him, proclaiming it a sign of royal favour. +Sir Walter was not deceived. He knew the reason to be fear lest he +should infect the Tower with the plague by which he was reported +stricken. + +So the journey was resumed, and Sir Walter was brought to London, and +safely bestowed in his own house, but ever in the care of his loving +friend and kinsman. Manourie's part being fulfilled and the aim +accomplished, Sir Walter completed the promised payment by bestowing +upon him the second diamond--a form of eminently portable currency with +which the knight was well supplied. On the morrow Manourie was gone, +dismissed as a consequence of the part he had played. + +It was Stukeley who told Sir Walter this--a very well informed and +injured Stukeley, who asked to know what he had done to forfeit the +knight's confidence that behind his back Sir Walter secretly concerted +means of escape. Had his cousin ceased to trust him? + +Sir Walter wondered. Looking into that lean, crafty face, he considered +King's unquenchable mistrust of the man, bethought him of his kinsman's +general neediness, remembered past events that shed light upon his ways +and nature, and began now at last to have a sense of the man's hypocrisy +and double-dealing. Yet he reasoned in regard to him precisely as he +had reasoned in regard to Manourie. The fellow was acquisitive, and +therefore corruptible. If, indeed, he was so base that he had been +bought to betray Sir Walter, then he could be bought again to betray +those who had so bought him. + +"Nay, nay," said Sir Walter easily. "It is not lack of trust in you, my +good friend. But you are the holder of an office, and knowing as I do +the upright honesty of your character I feared to embarrass you with +things whose very knowledge must give you the parlous choice of being +false to that office or false to me." + +Stukeley broke forth into imprecations. He was, he vowed, the most +accursed and miserable of men that such a task as this should have +fallen to his lot. And he was a poor man, too, he would have his cousin +remember. It was unthinkable that he should use the knowledge he had +gained to attempt to frustrate Sir Walter's plans of escape to France. +And this notwithstanding that if Sir Walter escaped, it is certain he +would lose his office of Vice-Admiral and the six hundred pounds he had +paid for it. + +"As to that, you shall be at no loss," Sir Walter assured him. "I could +not suffer it. I pledge you my honour, Lewis, that you shall have a +thousand pounds from my wife on the day that I am safely landed in +France or Holland. Meanwhile, in earnest of what is to come, here is a +toy of value for you." And he presented Sir Lewis with a jewel of price, +a great ruby encrusted in diamonds. + +Thus reassured that he would be immune from pecuniary loss, Sir Lewis +was ready to throw himself whole-heartedly into Sir Walter's plans, +and to render him all possible assistance. True, this assistance was a +costly matter; there was this person to be bought and that one; there +were expenses here and expenses there, incurred by Sir Lewis on his +kinsman's behalf; and there were odd presents, too, which Stukeley +seemed to expect and which Sir Walter could not deny him. He had no +illusions now that King had been right; that here he was dealing with +a rogue who would exact the uttermost farthing for his services, but +he was gratified at the shrewdness with which he had taken his cousin's +measure, and did not grudge the bribes by which he was to escape the +scaffold. + +De Chesne came again to the house in London, to renew his master's offer +of a ship to carry Sir Walter overseas, and such other assistance as Sir +Walter might require But by now the knight's arrangements were complete. +His servant Cotterell had come to inform him that his own boatswain, +now in London, was the owner of a ketch, at present lying at Tilbury, +admirably suited for the enterprise and entirely at Sir Walter's +disposal. It had been decided, then, with the agreement of Captain King, +that they should avail themselves of this; and accordingly Cotterell +was bidden desire the boatswain to have the craft made ready for sea at +once. In view of this, and anxious to avoid unnecessarily compromising +the French envoy, Sir Walter gratefully declined the latter's offer. + +And so we come at last to that July evening appointed for the flight. +Ralegh, who, having for some time discarded the use of Manourie's +ointment, had practically recovered his normal appearance, covering his +long white hair under a Spanish hat, and muffling the half of his face +in the folds of a cloak, came to Wapping Stairs--that ill-omened place +of execution of pirates and sea-rovers--accompanied by Cotterell, who +carried the knight's cloak-bag, and by Sir Lewis and Sir Lewis's son. +Out of solicitude for their dear friend and kinsman, the Stukeleys could +not part from him until he was safely launched upon his voyage. At the +head of the stairs they were met by Captain King; at the foot of them a +boat was waiting, as concerted, the boatswain at the tiller. + +King greeted them with an air of obvious relief. + +"You feared perhaps we should not come," said Stukeley, with a sneer at +the Captain's avowed mistrust of him. "Yet now, I trust, you'll do me +the justice to admit that I have shown myself an honest man." + +The uncompromising King looked at him and frowned, misliking the words. + +"I hope that you'll continue so," he answered stiffly. + +They went down the slippery steps to the boat, and then the shore glided +slowly past them as they pushed off into the stream of the ebbing tide. + +A moment later, King, whose suspicious eyes kept a sharp look-out, +observed another boat put off some two hundred yards higher up the +river. At first he saw it breast the stream as if proceeding towards +London Bridge, then abruptly swing about and follow them. Instantly he +drew the attention of Sir Walter to that pursuing wherry. + +"What's this?" quoth Sir Walter harshly. "Are we betrayed?" + +The watermen, taking fright at the words, hung now upon their oars. + +"Put back," Sir Walter bade them. "I'll not betray my friends to no +purpose. Put back, and let us home again." + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley gravely, himself watching the wherry. "We are +more than a match for them in oars, even if their purpose be such as you +suspect--for which suspicion, when all is said, there is no ground. On +then!" He addressed himself to the watermen, whipping out a pistol, and +growing truculent in mien and voice. "To your oars! Row, you dogs, or +I'll pistol you where you sit." + +The men bent their backs forthwith, and the boat swept on. But Sir +Walter was still full of apprehensions, still questioning the wisdom of +keeping to their down-stream course if they were being followed. + +"But are we followed?" cried the impatient Sir Lewis. "'Sdeath, cousin, +is not the river a highway for all the world to use, and must every +wherry that chances to go our way be in pursuit of us? If you are to +halt at every shadow, faith, you'll never accomplish anything. I vow I +am unfortunate in having a friend whom I would save so full of doubts +and fears." + +Sir Walter gave him reason, and even King came to conclude that he had +suspected him unjustly, whilst the rowers, under Stukeley's suasion, +now threw themselves heartily into their task, and onward sped the boat +through the deepening night, taking but little account of that other +wherry that hung ever in their wake. In this wise they came at length to +Greenwich on the last of the ebb. But here finding the water beginning +to grow against them, and wearied by the exertion into which Stukeley's +enthusiasm had flogged them, the watermen paused again, declaring that +they could not reach Gravesend before morning. + +Followed a brief discussion, at the end of which Sir Walter bade them +put him ashore at Purfleet. + +"And that's the soundest counsel," quoth the boatswain. "For at Purfleet +we can get horses on to Tilbury." + +Stukeley was of the same opinion; but not so the more practical Captain +King. + +"'Tis useless," he declared to them. "At this hour how shall you get +horses to go by land?" + +And now, Sir Walter, looking over his shoulder, saw the other wherry +bearing down upon them through the faintly opalescent mists of dawn. A +hail came to them across the water. + +"Oh, 'Sdeath! We are betrayed!" cried Ralegh bitterly, and Stukeley +swore more fiercely still. Sir Walter turned to him. "Put ashore," he +said shortly, "and let us home." + +"Ay, perhaps 'twere best. For to-night there's an end to the enterprise, +and if I am taken in your company now, what shall be said to me for this +active assistance in your escape?" His voice was gloomy, his face drawn +and white. + +"Could you not plead that you had but pretended to go with me to seize +on my private papers?" suggested the ingenious mind of Ralegh. + +"I could. But shall I be believed? Shall I?" His loom was deepening to +despair. + +Ralegh was stricken almost with remorse on his cousin's account. His +generous heart was now more concerned with the harm to his friends than +with his own doom. He desired to make amends to Stukeley, but had no +means save such as lay in the power of that currency he used. Having +naught else to give, he must give that. He plunged his hand into an +inner pocket, and brought forth a handful of jewels, which he thrust +upon his kinsman. + +"Courage," he urged him. "Up now, and we may yet win out and home, so +that all will be well with you at least, and you shall not suffer for +your friendship to me." + +Stukeley embraced him then, protesting his love and desire to serve him. + +They came to land at last, just below Greenwich bridge, and almost at +the same moment the other wherry grounded immediately above them. Men +sprang from her, with the obvious intent of cutting off their retreat. + +"Too late!" said Ralegh, and sighed, entirely without passion now that +the dice had fallen and showed that the game was lost. "You must act on +my suggestion to explain your presence, Lewis." + +"Indeed, there is no other course," Sir Lewis agreed. "And you are in +the same case, Captain King. You must confess that you joined with me +but to betray Sir Walter. I'll bear you out. Thus, each supporting the +other..." + +"I'll roast in Hell before I brand myself a traitor," roared the Captain +furiously. "And were you an honest man, Sir Lewis, you'ld understand my +meaning." + +"So, so?" said Stukeley, in a quiet, wicked voice. And it was observed +that his son and one or two of the watermen had taken their stand beside +him as if in readiness for action. "Why, then, since you will have it +so, Captain, I arrest you, in the King's name, on a charge of abetting +treason." + +The Captain fell back a step, stricken a moment by sheer amazement. Then +he groped for a pistol to do at last what he realized he should have +done long since. Instantly he was overpowered. It was only then that Sir +Walter understood the thing that had happened, and with understanding +came fury. The old adventurer flung back his cloak, and snatched at his +rapier to put it through the vitals of his dear friend and kinsman. But +he was too late. Hands seized upon him, and he found himself held by the +men from the wherry, confronted by a Mr. William Herbert, whom he knew +for Stukeley's cousin, and he heard Mr. Herbert formally asking him for +the surrender of his sword. + +Instantly he governed himself, repressed his fury. He looked coldly at +his kinsman, whose face showed white and evil in the growing light of +the early summer dawn "Sir Lewis," was all he said, "these actions will +not turn out to your credit." + +He had no illusion left. His understanding was now a very full one. His +dear friend and kinsman had played him false throughout, intending first +to drain him of his resources before finally flinging the empty husk to +the executioner. Manourie had been in the plot; he had run with the hare +and hunted with the hounds; and Sir Walter's own servant Cotterell had +done no less. Amongst them they had "cozened the great cozener"--to use +Stukeley's own cynical expression. Even so, it was only on his trial +that Sir Walter plumbed the full depth of Stukeley's baseness; for it +was only then he learnt that his kinsman had been armed by a warrant +of immunity to assist his projects of escape, so that he might the more +effectively incriminate and betray him; and Sir Walter discovered also +that the ship in which he had landed, and other matters, were to provide +additional Judas' fees to this acquisitive betrayer. + +If to escape his enemies Sir Walter had had recourse to artifices +unworthy the great hero that he was, now that all hope was lost he +conducted himself with a dignity and cheerfulness beyond equal. So +calm and self-possessed and masterly was his defence from the charge of +piracy preferred at the request of Spain, and so shrewd in its inflaming +appeal to public opinion, that his judges were constrained to abandon +that line of prosecution, and could discover no way of giving his head +to King James save by falling back upon the thirteen-year old sentence +of death against him. Of this they now ordered execution. + +Never a man who loved his life as dearly as Sir Walter loved it met +death as blithely. He dressed himself for the scaffold with that +elegance and richness which all his life he had observed. He wore a ruff +band and black velvet wrought nightgown over a doublet of hair-coloured +satin, a black wrought waistcoat, black cut taffety breeches and +ash-coloured silk stockings. Under his plumed hat he covered his white +locks with a wrought nightcap. This last he bestowed on his way to the +scaffold upon a bald-headed old man who had come to take a last look of +him, with the observation that he was more in need of it than himself. +When he had removed it, it was observed that his hair was not curled as +usual. This was a matter that had fretted his barber Peter in the prison +of the Gatehouse at Westminster that morning. But Sir Walter had put him +off with a laugh and a jest. + +"Let them comb it that shall have it," he had said of his own head. + +Having taken his leave of the friends who had flocked about him with +the observation that he had a long journey before him, he called for +the axe, and, when presented to him, ran his fingers along the edge, and +smiled. + +"Sharp medicine," quoth he, "but a sound cure for all diseases." + +When presently the executioner bade him turn his head to the East: + +"It is no great matter which way a man's head stands, so that his heart +lies right," he said. + +Thus passed one of England's greatest heroes, indeed one of the very +makers of this England, and than his death there is no more shameful +blot upon the shameful reign of that pusillanimous James, unclean of +body and of soul, who sacrificed him to the King of Spain. + +A spectator of his death, who suffered for his words--as men must ever +suffer for the regardless utterance of Truth--declared that England had +not such another head to cut off. + +As for Stukeley, the acquisitiveness which had made a Judas of him was +destined, by a poetic justice, ever desired but rarely forthcoming for +knaves, soon to be his ruin. He was caught diminishing the gold coin of +the realm by the operation known to-day as "clipping," and with him was +taken his creature Manourie, who, to save himself, turned chief witness +against Stukeley. Sir Lewis was sentenced to death, but saved himself +by purchasing his pardon at the cost of every ill-gotten shilling he +possessed, and he lived thereafter as bankrupt of means as he was of +honour. + +Yet before all this happened, Sir Lewis had for his part in Sir Walter +Ralegh's death come to be an object of execration throughout the land, +and to be commonly known as "Sir Judas." At Whitehall he suffered +rebuffs and insults that found a climax in the words addressed to him by +the Lord Admiral, to whom he went to give an account of his office. + +"Base fellow, darest thou who art the contempt and scorn of men offer +thyself in my presence?" + +For a man of honour there was but one course. Sir Judas was not a man of +honour. He carried his grievance to the King. James leered at him. + +"What wouldst thou have me do? Wouldst thou have me hang him? On my +soul, if I should hang all that speak ill of thee, all the trees of the +country would not suffice, so great is the number." + + + + + + +VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + +George Villier's Courtship of Ann of Austria + +He was Insolence incarnate. + +Since the day when, a mere country lad, his singular good looks +had attracted the attention of King James--notoriously partial to +good-looking lads--and had earned him the office of cup-bearer to his +Majesty, the career of George Villiers is to be read in a series of +acts of violent and ever-increasing arrogance, expressing the vanity and +levity inherent in his nature. Scarcely was he established in the royal +favour than he distinguished himself by striking an offending gentleman +in the very presence of his sovereign--an act of such gross disrespect +to royalty that his hand would have paid forfeit, as by law demanded, +had not the maudlin king deemed him too lovely a fellow to be so cruelly +maimed. + +Over the mind and will of King Charles his ascendancy became even +greater than it had been over that of King James; and it were easy to +show that the acts of George Villiers' life supplied the main planks +of that scaffold in Whitehall whereupon Charles Stuart came to lose his +head. Charles was indeed a martyr; a martyr chiefly to the reckless, +insolent, irresponsible vanity of this Villiers, who, from a simple +country squire with nothing but personal beauty to recommend him, had +risen to be, as Duke of Buckingham, the first gentleman in England. + +The heady wine of power had gone to his brain, and so addled it that, as +John Chamberlain tells us, there was presently a touch of craziness +in him--of the variety, no doubt, known to modern psychologists as +megalomania He lost the sense of proportion, and was without respect for +anybody or anything. The Commons of England and the immensely dignified +Court of Spain--during that disgraceful, pseudo-romantic adventure at +Madrid--were alike the butts of this parvenu's unmeasured arrogance But +the crowning insolence of his career was that tragicomedy the second act +of which was played on a June evening in an Amiens garden on the banks +of the river Somme. + +Three weeks ago--on the 14th May, 1625, to be precise--Buckingham had +arrived in Paris as Ambassador Extra-ordinary, charged with the task of +conducting to England the King of France's sister, Henrietta Maria, who +three days earlier had been married by proxy to King Charles. + +The occasion enabled Buckingham to fling the reins on to the neck of +his mad vanity, to indulge to the very fullest his crazy passion +for ostentation and magnificence. Because the Court of France was +proverbially renowned for splendour and luxury, Buckingham felt it due +to himself to extinguish its brilliance by his own. On his first coming +to the Louvre he literally blazed. He wore a suit of white satin velvet +with a short cloak in the Spanish fashion, the whole powdered over with +diamonds to the value of some ten thousand pounds. An enormous diamond +clasped the heron's plume in his hat; diamonds flashed in the hilt of +his sword; diamonds studded his very spurs, which were of beaten gold; +the highest orders of England, Spain, and France flamed on his breast. +On the occasion of his second visit he wore a suit of purple satin, of +intent so lightly sewn with pearls that as he moved he shook them off +like raindrops, and left them to lie where they fell, as largesse for +pages and the lesser fry of the Court. + +His equipages and retinue were of a kind to match his personal +effulgence. His coaches were lined with velvet and covered with cloth +of gold, and some seven hundred people made up his train. There were +musicians, watermen, grooms of the chamber, thirty chief yeomen, a +score of cooks, as many grooms, a dozen pages, two dozen footmen, six +outriders, and twenty gentlemen, each with his own attendants, all +arrayed as became the satellites of a star of such great magnitude. + +Buckingham succeeded in his ambition. Paris, that hitherto had set the +fashion to the world, stared mouth-agape, dazzled by the splendour of +this superb and scintillating ambassador. + +Another, by betraying consciousness of the figure that he cut, might +have made himself ridiculous. But Buckingham's insolent assurance was +proof against that peril. Supremely self-satisfied, he was conscious +only that what he did could not be better done, and he ruffled it with +an air of easy insouciance, as if in all this costly display there was +nothing that was not normal. He treated with princes, and even with +the gloomy Louis XIII., as with equals; and, becoming more and more +intoxicated with his very obvious success, he condescended to observe +approvingly the fresh beauty of the young Queen. + +Anne of Austria, then in her twenty-fourth year, was said to be one +of the most beautiful women in Europe. She was of a good height and +carriage, slight, and very gracefully built, of a ravishing fairness of +skin and hair, whilst a look of wistfulness had come to invest with an +indefinable tenderness her splendid eyes. Her childless marriage to the +young King of France, which had endured now for ten years, had hardly +been successful. Gloomy, taciturn, easily moved to suspicion, and +difficult to convince of error, Louis XIII. held his wife aloof, +throwing up between himself and her a wall of coldness, almost of +dislike. + +There is a story--and Tallemant des Raux gives credit to it--that in the +early days of her reign as Queen of France, Richelieu had fallen deeply +in love with her, and that she, with the mischief of an irresponsible +young girl, had encouraged him, merely to betray him to a ridicule which +his proud spirit had never been able to forgive. Be that or another +the reason, the fact that Richelieu hated her, and subjected her to +his vindictive persecution, is beyond dispute. And it was he who by a +hundred suggestions poisoned against her the King's mind, and thus kept +ever open the gulf between the two. + +The eyes of that neglected young wife dilated a little, and admiration +kindled in them, when they rested upon the dazzling figure of my Lord of +Buckingham. He must have seemed to her a figure of romance, a prince out +of a fairy-tale. + +That betraying glance he caught, and it inflamed at once his monstrous +arrogance. To the scalps already adorning the belt of his vanity he +would add that of the love of a beautiful young queen. Perhaps he was +thrilled in his madness by the thought of the peril that would spice +such an adventure. Into that adventure he plunged forthwith. He wooed +her during the eight days that he abode in Paris, flagrantly, openly, +contemptuous of courtiers and of the very King himself. At the Louvre, +at the Hotel de Chevreuse, at the Luxembourg, where the Queen-Mother +held her Court, at the Hotel de Guise, and elsewhere he was ever at the +Queen's side. + +Richelieu, whose hard pride and self-love had been wounded by the Duke's +cavalier behaviour, who despised the fellow for an upstart, and may even +have resented that so shallow a man should have been sent to treat with +a statesman of his own caliber--for other business beside the marriage +had brought Buckingham to Paris--suggested to the King that the Duke's +manner in approaching the Queen lacked a proper deference, and the +Queen's manner of receiving him a proper circumspection. Therefore the +King's long face became longer, his gloomy eyes gloomier, as he looked +on. Far, however, from acting as a deterrent, the royal scowl was mere +incense to the vanity of Buckingham, a spur to goad him on to greater +daring. + +On the 2nd of June a splendid company of some four thousand French +nobles and ladies, besides Buckingham and his retinue, quitted Paris to +accompany Henrietta Maria, now Queen of England, on the first stage of +her journey to her new home. The King was not of the party. He had +gone with Richelieu to Fontainebieau, leaving it to the Queen and the +Queen-Mother to accompany his sister. + +Buckingham missed no chance upon that journey of pressing his attentions +upon Anne of Austria. Duty dictated that his place should be beside the +carriage of Henrietta Maria. But duty did not apply to His Insolence of +Buckingham, so indifferent of whom he might slight or offend. And then +the devil took a hand in the game. + +At Amiens, the Queen-Mother fell ill, so that the Court was compelled to +halt there for a few days to give her Majesty the repose she required. +Whilst Amiens was thus honoured by the presence of three queens at +one and the same time within its walls, the Duc de Chaulnes gave an +entertainment in the Citadel. Buckingham attended this, and in the dance +that followed the banquet it was Buckingham who led out the Queen. + +Thereafter the royal party had returned to the Bishop's Palace, where it +was lodged, and a small company went out to take the evening cool in the +Bishop's fragrant gardens on the Somme, Buckingham ever at the Queen's +side. Anne of Austria was attended by her Mistress of the Household, +the beautiful, witty Marie de Rohan, Duchess of Chevreuse, and by her +equerry, Monsieur de Putange. Madame de Chevreuse had for cavalier that +handsome coxcomb, Lord Holland, who was one of Buckingham's creatures, +between whom and herself a certain transient tenderness had sprung up. +M. de Putange was accompanied by Madame de Vernet, with whom at the time +he was over head and ears in love. Elsewhere about the spacious gardens +other courtiers sauntered. + +Now either Madame de Chevreuse and M. de Putange were too deeply +engrossed in their respective companions, or else the state of their +own hearts and the tepid, languorous eventide disposed them complacently +towards the affair of gallantry upon which their mistress almost seemed +to wish to be embarked. They forgot, it would seem, that she was a +queen, and remembered sympathetically that she was a woman, and that she +had for companion the most splendid cavalier in all the world. Thus they +committed the unpardonable fault of lagging behind, and allowing her to +pass out of their sight round the bend of an avenue by the water. + +No sooner did Buckingham realize that he was alone with the Queen, that +the friendly dusk and a screen of trees secured them from observation, +than, piling audacity up on audacity, he determined to accomplish here +and now the conquest of this lovely lady who had used him so graciously +and received his advances with such manifest pleasure. + +"How soft the night! How exquisite!" he sighed. + +"Indeed," she agreed. "And how still, but for the gentle murmur of the +river." + +"The river!" he cried, on a new note. "That is no gentle murmur. The +river laughs, maliciously mocking. The river is evil." + +"Evil?" quoth she. He had checked in his step, and they stood now side +by side. + +"Evil," he repeated. "Evil and cruel. It goes to swell the sea that soon +shall divide me from you, and it mocks me, rejoicing wickedly in the +pain that will presently be mine." + +It took her aback. She laughed, a little breathlessly, to hide her +discomposure, and scarce knew how to answer him, scarce knew whether +she took pleasure or offense in his daring encroachment upon that royal +aloofness in which she dwelt, and in which her Spanish rearing had +taught her she must ever dwell. + +"Oh, but Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, you will be with us again, perhaps +before so very long." + +His answer came in a swift, throbbing question, his lips so near her +face that she could feel his breath hot upon her cheek. + +"Do you wish it, madame? Do you wish it? I implore you, of your pity, +say but that you wish it, and I will come, though I tear down half a +world to reach you." + +She recoiled in fright and displeasure before a wooing so impetuous and +violently outspoken; though the displeasure was perhaps but a passing +emotion, the result of early training. Yet she contrived to answer him +with the proper icy dignity due to her position as a princess of Spain, +now Queen of France. + +"Monsieur, you forget yourself. The Queen of France does not listen to +such words. You are mad, I think." + +"Yes, I am mad," he flung back. "Mad with love--so mad that I have +forgot that you are a queen and I an ambassador. Under the ambassador +there is a man, under the queen a woman--our real selves, not the titles +with which Fate seeks to dissemble our true natures. And with the whole +strength of my true nature do I love you, so potently, so overwhelmingly +that I will not believe you sensible of no response." + +Thus torrentially he delivered himself, and swept her a little off +her feet. She was a woman, as he said; a queen, it is true; but also +a neglected, coldly-used wife; and no one had ever addressed her in +anything approaching this manner, no one had ever so much as suggested +that her existence could matter greatly, that in her woman's nature +there was the magic power of awakening passion and devotion. He was so +splendidly magnificent, so masterful and unrivalled, and he came thus +to lay his being, as it were, in homage at her feet. It touched her a +little, who knew so little of the real man. It cost her an effort to +repulse him, and the effort was not very convincing. + +"Hush, monsieur, for pity's sake! You must not talk so to me. It ... it +hurts." + +O fatal word! She meant that it was her dignity as Queen he wounded, for +she clung to that as to the anchor of salvation. But he in his egregious +vanity must of course misunderstand. + +"Hurts!" he cried, and the rapture in his accents should have warned +her. "Because you resist it, because you fight against the commands of +your true self. Anne!" He seized her, and crushed her to him. "Anne!" + +Wild terror gripped her at that almost brutal contact, and anger, too, +her dignity surging up in violent outraged rebellion. A scream, loud and +piercing, broke from her and rang through the still garden. It brought +him to his senses. It was as if he had been lifted up into the air, and +then suddenly allowed to fall. + +He sprang away from her, an incoherent exclamation on his lips, and when +an instant later Monsieur de Putange came running up in alarm, his hand +upon his sword, those two stood with the width of the avenue between +them, Buckingham erect and defiant, the Queen breathing hard and +trembling, a hand upon her heaving breast as if to repress its tumult. + +"Madame! Madame!" had been Putange's cry, as he sprang forward in alarm +and self-reproach. + +He stood now almost between them, looking from one to the other in +bewilderment. Neither spoke. + +"You cried out, Madame," M. de Putange reminded her, and Buckingham +may well have wondered whether presently he would be receiving M. de +Putange's sword in his vitals. He must have known that his life now hung +upon her answer. + +"I called you, that was all," said the Queen, in a voice that she strove +to render calm. "I confess that I was startled to find myself alone with +M. L'Ambassadeur. Do not let it occur again, M. de Putange!" + +The equerry bowed in silence. His itching fingers fell away from his +sword-hilt, and he breathed more freely. He had no illusions as to +what must have happened. But he was relieved there were to be no +complications. The others now coming up with them, the party thereafter +kept together until presently Buckingham and Lord Holland took their +leave. + +On the morrow the last stage of the escorting journey was accomplished. +A little way beyond Amiens the Court took its leave of Henrietta Maria, +entrusting her now to Buckingham and his followers, who were to convey +her safely to Charles. + +It was a very contrite and downcast Buckingham who came now to Anne of +Austria as she sat in her coach with the Princesse de Conti for only +companion. + +"Madame," he said, "I am come to take my leave." + +"Fare you well, Monsieur l'Ambassadeur," she said, and her voice was +warm and gentle, as if to show him that she bore no malice. + +"I am come to ask your pardon, madame," he said, in a low voice. + +"Oh, monsieur--no more, I beg you." She looked down; her hands were +trembling, her cheeks going red and white by turns. + +He put his head behind the curtains of the coach, so that none might see +him from outside, and looking at him now, she beheld tears in his eyes. + +"Do not misunderstand me, madame. I ask your pardon only for having +discomposed you, startled you. As for what I said, it were idle to ask +pardon, since I could no more help saying it than I can help drawing +breath. I obeyed an instinct stronger than the will to live. I gave +expression to something that dominates my whole being, and will ever +dominate it as long as I have life. Adieu, madame! At need you know +where a servant who will gladly die for you is to be found." He kissed +the hem of her robe, dashed the back of his hand across his eyes, and +was gone before she could say a word in answer. + +She sat pale, and very thoughtful, and the Princesse de Conti, watching +her furtively, observed that her eyes were moist. + +"I will answer for the Queen's virtue," she stated afterwards, "but I +cannot speak so positively for the hardness of her heart, since without +doubt the Duke's tears affected her spirits." + +But it was not yet the end. As Buckingham was nearing Calais, he was +met by a courier from Whitehall, with instructions for him regarding +the negotiations he had been empowered to carry out with France in the +matter of an alliance against Spain--negotiations which had not +thriven with Louis and Richelieu, possibly because the ambassador was +ill-chosen. The instructions came too late to be of use, but in time to +serve as a pretext for Buckingham's return to Amiens. There he sought an +audience of the Queen-Mother, and delivered himself to her of a futile +message for the King. This chimerical business--as Madame de Motteville +shrewdly calls it--being accomplished, he came to the real matter which +had prompted him to use that pretext for his return, and sought audience +of Anne of Austria. + +It was early morning, and the Queen was not yet risen. But the levées at +the Court of France were precisely what the word implies, and they were +held by royalty whilst still abed. It was not, therefore, amazing that +he should have been admitted to her presence. She was alone save for her +lady-in-waiting, Madame de Lannoi, who was, we are told, aged, prudent +and virtuous. Conceive, therefore, the outraged feelings of this lady +upon seeing the English duke precipitate himself wildly into the room, +and on his knees at the royal bedside seize the coverlet and bear it to +his lips. + +Whilst the young Queen looked confused and agitated, Madame de Lannoi +became a pillar of icy dignity. + +"M. le Duc," says she, "it is not customary in France to kneel when +speaking to the Queen." + +"I care nothing for the customs of France, madame," he answered rudely. +"I am not a Frenchman." + +"That is too obvious, monsieur," snapped the elderly, prudent and +virtuous countess. "Nevertheless, whilst in France perhaps monsieur will +perceive the convenience of conforming to French customs. Let me call +for a chair for Monsieur le Duc." + +"I do not want a chair, madame." + +The countess cast her eyes to Heaven, as if to say, "I suppose one +cannot expect anything else in a foreigner," and let him kneel as he +insisted, placing herself, however, protectingly at the Queen's pillow. + +Nevertheless, entirely unabashed, heeding Madame de Lannoi's presence +no more than if she had been part of the room's furniture, the Duke +delivered himself freely of what was in his mind. He had been obliged to +return to Amiens on a matter of State. It was unthinkable that he should +be so near to her Majesty and not hasten to cast himself at her feet; +and whilst gladdening the eyes of his body with the sight of her +matchless perfection, the image of which was ever before the eyes of +his soul, allow himself the only felicity life now held for him--that of +protesting himself her utter slave. This, and much more of the kind, +did he pour out, what time the Queen, embarrassed and annoyed beyond +utterance, could only stare at him in silence. + +Apart from the matchless impudence of it, it was also of a rashness +beyond pardon. Unless Madame de Lannoi were the most circumspect of +women, here was a fine tale for Court gossips, and for the King's ears, +a tale that must hopelessly compromise the Queen. For that, Buckingham, +in his self-sufficiency and arrogance, appears to have cared nothing. +One suspects that it would have pleased his vanity to have his name +linked with the Queen's by the lips of scandal. + +She found her tongue at last. + +"Monsieur le Duc," she said in her confusion, "it was not necessary, +it was not worth while, to have asked audience of me for this. You have +leave to go." + +He looked up in doubt, and saw only confusion; attributed it perhaps +to the presence of that third party to which himself he had been so +indifferent. He kissed the coverlet again, stumbled to his feet, and +reached the door. Thence he sent her a flaming glance of his bold eyes, +and hand on heart-- + +"Adieu, madame!" said he in tragic tones, and so departed. + +Madame de Lannoi was discreet, and related at the time nothing of what +had passed at that interview. But that the interview itself had taken +place under such conditions was enough to set the tongue of gossip +wagging. An echo of it reached the King, together with the story of that +other business in the garden, and he was glad to know that the Duke of +Buckingham was back in London. Richelieu, to vent his own malice against +the Queen, sought to feed the King's suspicions. + +"Why did she cry out, sire?" he will have asked. "What did M. de +Buckingham do to make her cry out?" + +"I don't know. But whatever it was, she was no party to it since she did +cry out." + +Richelieu did not pursue the matter just then. But neither did he +abandon it. He had his agents in London and elsewhere, and he desired +of them a close report upon the Duke of Buckingham's movements, and the +fullest particulars of his private life. + +Meanwhile, Buckingham had left behind him in France two faithful agents +of his own, with instructions to keep his memory green with the Queen. +For he intended to return upon one pretext or another before very long, +and complete the conquest. Those agents of his were Lord Holland and +the artist Balthazar Gerbier. It is to be presumed that they served the +Duke's interests well, and it is no less to be presumed from that which +followed that they found her Majesty willing enough to hear news of that +amazingly romantic fellow who had flashed across the path of her grey +life, touching it for a moment with his own flaming radiance. In her +loneliness she came to think of him with tenderness and pity, in which +pity for herself and her dull lot was also blent. He was away, overseas; +she might never see him again; therefore there could be little harm in +indulging the romantic tenderness he had inspired. + +So one day, many months after his departure, she begged Gerbier--as +La Rochefoucauld tells us--to journey to London and bear the Duke a +trifling memento of her--a set of diamond studs. That love-token--for it +amounted to no less--Gerbier conveyed to England, and delivered to the +Duke. + +Buckingham's head was so completely turned by the event, and his desire +to see Anne of Austria again became thereupon so overmastering, that he +at once communicated to France that he was coming over as the ambassador +of the King of England to treat of certain matters connected with +Spain. But Richelieu had heard from the French ambassador in London +that portraits of the Queen of France were excessively abundant at York +House, the Duke's residence, and he had considered it his duty to inform +the King. Louis was angry, but not with the Queen. To have believed her +guilty of any indiscretion would have hurt his gloomy pride too +deeply. All that he believed was that this was merely an expression of +Buckingham's fanfaronading, thrasonical disposition, a form of vain, +empty boasting peculiar to megalomaniacs. + +As a consequence, the King of England was informed that the Duke of +Buckingham, for reasons well known to himself, would not be agreeable as +Charles's ambassador to his Most Christian Majesty. Upon learning this, +the vainglorious Buckingham was loud in proclaiming the reason ("well +known to himself") and in protesting that he would go to France to see +the Queen with the French King's consent or without it. This was duly +reported to Richelieu, and by Richelieu to King Louis. But his Most +Christian Majesty merely sneered, accounted it more empty boasting on +the part of the parvenu, and dismissed it from his mind. + +Richelieu found this attitude singularly exasperating in a King who +was temperamentally suspicious. It so piqued and annoyed him, that when +considered in addition to his undying rancour against Anne of Austria, +it is easily believed he spared no pains to obtain something in the +nature of a proof that the Queen was not as innocent as Louis insisted +upon believing. + +Now it happened that one of his London agents informed him, among other +matters connected with the Duke's private life, that he had a bitter and +secret enemy in the Countess of Carlisle, between whom and himself there +had been a passage of some tenderness too abruptly ended by the Duke. +Richelieu, acting upon this information, contrived to enter into +correspondence with Lady Carlisle, and in the course of this +correspondence he managed her so craftily--says La Rochefoucauld--that +very soon she was, whilst hardly realizing it, his Eminence's most +valuable spy near Buckingham. Richelieu informed her that he was +mainly concerned with information that would throw light upon the real +relations of Buckingharn and the Queen of France, and he persuaded her +that nothing was too insignificant to be communicated. Her resentment +of the treatment she had received from Buckingham, a resentment the more +bitter for being stifled--since for her reputation's sake she dared +not have given it expression--made her a very ready instrument in +Richelieu's hands, and there was no scrap of gossip she did not +carefully gather up and dispatch to him. But all was naught until one +day at last she was able to tell him something that set his pulses +beating more quickly than their habit. + +She had it upon the best authority that a set of diamond studs +constantly worn of late by the Duke was a love-token from the Queen of +France sent over to Buckingham by a messenger of her own. Here, indeed, +was news. Here was a weapon by which the Queen might be destroyed. +Richelieu considered. If he could but obtain possession of the studs, +the rest would be easy. There would be an end--and such an end!--to +the King's obstinate, indolent faith in his wife's indifference to that +boastful, flamboyant English upstart. Richelieu held his peace for the +time being, and wrote to the Countess. + +Some little time thereafter there was a sumptuous ball given at York +House, graced by the presence of King Charles and his young French +Queen. Lady Carlisle was present, and in the course of the evening +Buckingham danced with her. She was a very beautiful, accomplished and +ready-witted woman, and to-night his Grace found her charms so alluring +that he was almost disposed to blame himself for having perhaps treated +her too lightly. Yet she seemed at pains to show him that it was his to +take up again the affair at the point at which it had been dropped. +She was gay, arch, provoking and irresistible. So irresistible that +presently, yielding to the lure of her, the Duke slipped away from his +guests with the lady on his arm, and they found themselves at the foot +of the garden in the shadow of the water-gate that Inigo Jones had just +completed for him. My lady languished at his side, permitted him to +encircle her with a protecting arm, and for a moment lay heavily against +him. He caught her violently to him, and now her ladyship, hitherto so +yielding, with true feminine contrariness set herself to resist him. A +scuffle ensued between them. She broke from him at last, and sped swift +as a doe across the lawn towards the lights of the great house, his +Grace in pursuit between vexation and amusement. + +But he did not overtake her, and it was with a sense of having been +fooled that he rejoined his guests. His questing eyes could discern her +nowhere. Presently he made inquiries, to be told that she had desired +her carriage to be called, and had left York House immediately upon +coming in from the garden. + +He concluded that she was gone off in a pet. It was very odd. It was, in +fact, most flagrantly contradictory that she should have taken offense +at that which she had so obviously invited. But then she always had been +a perverse and provoking jade. With that reflection he put her from his +mind. + +But anon, when his guests had departed, and the lights in the great +house were extinguished, Buckingham thought of the incident again. +Cogitating it, he sat in his room, his fingers combing his fine, +pointed, auburn beard. At last, with a shrug and a half-laugh, he rose +to undress for bed. And then a cry escaped him, and brought in his valet +from an adjoining room. The riband of diamond studs was gone. + +Reckless and indifferent as he was, a sense of evil took him in the +moment of his discovery of that loss, so that he stood there pale, +staring, and moist of brow. It was no ordinary theft. There were upon +his person a dozen ornaments of greater value, any one of which could +have been more easily detached. This was the work of some French agent. +He had made no secret of whence those studs had come to him. + +There his thoughts checked on a sudden. As in a flash of revelation, he +saw the meaning of Lady Carlisle's oddly contradictory behaviour. The +jade had fooled him. It was she who had stolen the riband. He sat down +again, his head in his hands, and swiftly, link by link, he pieced +together a complete chain. + +Almost as swiftly he decided upon the course of action which he must +adopt so as to protect the Queen of France's honour. He was virtually +the ruler of England, master in these islands of an almost boundless +power. That power he would exert to the full this very night to thwart +those enemies of his own and of the Queen's, who worked so subtly in +concert. Many would be wronged, much harm would be done, the liberties +of some thousands of freeborn Englishmen would be trampled underfoot. +What did it matter? It was necessary that his Grace of Buckingham should +cover up an indiscretion. + +"Set ink and paper yonder," he bade his gaping valet. "Then go call M. +Gerbier. Rouse Lacy and Thom, and send them to me at once, and leave +word that I shall require a score of couriers to be in the saddle and +ready to set out in half an hour." + +Bewildered, the valet went off upon his errand. The Duke sat down to +write. And next morning English merchants learnt that the ports of +England were closed by the King's express command--delivered by his +minister, the Duke of Buckingham--that measures were being taken--were +already taken in all southern ports--so that no vessel of any kind +should leave the island until the King's further pleasure were made +known. Startled, the people wondered was this enactment the forerunner +of war. Had they known the truth, they might have been more startled +still, though in a different manner. As swiftly as couriers could +travel--and certainly well ahead of any messenger seeking escape +overseas--did this blockade spread, until the gates of England were +tight locked against the outgoing of those diamond studs which meant the +honour of the Queen of France. + +And meanwhile a diamond-cutter was replacing the purloined stones by +others, matching them so closely that no man should be able to say which +were the originals and which the copies. Buckingham and Gerbier between +them guided the work. Soon it was accomplished, and a vessel slipped +down the Thames, allowed to pass by those who kept close watch to +enforce the royal decree, and made sail for Calais, which was beginning +to manifest surprise at this entire cessation of traffic from England. +From that vessel landed Gerbier, and rode straight to Paris, carrying +the Queen of France the duplicate studs, which were to replace those +which she had sent to Buckingham. + +Twenty-four hours later the ports of England were unsealed, and commerce +was free and unhampered once more. But it was twenty-four hours too +late for Richelieu and his agent, the Countess of Carlisle. His Eminence +deplored a fine chance lost through the excessive power that was wielded +in England by the parvenu. + +Yet that is not quite the end of the story. Buckingham's inflamed and +reckless mind would stop at nothing now to achieve the object of his +desires--go to France and see the Queen. Since the country was closed +to him, he would force a way into it, the red way of war. Blood should +flow, ruin and misery desolate the land, but in the end he would go to +Paris to negotiate a peace, and that should be his opportunity. Other +reasons there may have been, but none so dominant, none that could not +have been removed by negotiation. The pretexted casus belli was the +matter of the Protestants of La Rochelle, who were in rebellion against +their king. + +To their aid sailed Buckingham with an English expedition. Disaster +and defeat awaited it. Its shattered remnant crept back in disgrace to +England, and the Duke found himself more detested by the people than he +had been already--which is saying much. He went off to seek comfort at +the hands of the two persons who really loved him--his doting King and +his splendid wife. + +But the defeat had neither lessened his resolve nor chastened his +insolence. He prepared a second expedition in the very teeth of a +long-suffering nation's hostility, indifferent to the mutinies and +mutterings about him. What signified to him the will of a nation? He +desired to win to the woman whom he loved, and to accomplish that he +nothing recked that he should set Europe in a blaze, nothing recked what +blood should be poured out, what treasure dissipated. + +Hatred of him by now was so widespread and vocal, that his friends, +fearing that soon it would pass from words to deeds, urged him to take +precautions, advised the wearing of a shirt of mail for greater safety. + +But he laughed sneeringly, ever arrogant and scornful. + +"It needs not. There are no Roman spirits left," was his contemptuous +answer. + +He was mistaken. One morning after breakfast, as he was leaving +the house in the High Street, Portsmouth, where he lodged whilst +superintending the final preparations for that unpopular expedition, +John Felton, a self-appointed instrument of national vengeance, drove a +knife to the hilt into the Duke's breast. + +"May the Lord have mercy on your soul!" was the pious exclamation with +which the slayer struck home. And, in all the circumstances, there seems +to have been occasion for the prayer. + + + + + + +IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + +The Fall of Lord Clarendon + +Tight-wrapped in his cloak against the icy whips of the black winter's +night, a portly gentleman, well advanced in years, picked his way +carefully down the wet, slippery steps of the jetty by the light of +a lanthorn, whose rays gleamed lividly on crushed brown seaweed and +trailing green sea slime. Leaning heavily upon the arm which a sailor +held out to his assistance, he stepped into the waiting boat that rose +and fell on the heaving black waters. A boathook scraped against the +stones, and the frail craft was pushed off. + +The oars dipped, and the boat slipped away through the darkness, +steering a course for the two great poop lanterns that were swinging +rhythmically high up against the black background of the night. The +elderly gentleman, huddled now in the stern-sheets, looked behind +him--to look his last upon the England he had loved and served and +ruled. The lanthorn, shedding its wheel of yellow light upon the jetty +steps, was all of it that he could now see. + +He sighed, and settled down again to face the poop lights, dancing there +above the invisible hull of the ship that was to carry Edward Hyde, Earl +of Clarendon, lately Lord Chancellor of England, into exile. As a dying +man looks down the foreshortened vista of his active life, so may Edward +Hyde--whose career had reached a finality but one degree removed from +the finality of death--have reviewed in that moment those thirty years +of sincere endeavour and high achievement since he had been a law +student in the Temple when Charles I. was King. + +That King he had served faithfully, so faithfully that when the +desperate fortunes of the Royalist party made it necessary to place +the Prince of Wales beyond the reach of Cromwell, it was in Sir Edward +Hyde's care that the boy was sent upon his travels. The present was not +to be Hyde's first experience of exile. He had known it, and of a bitter +sort, in those impecunious days when the Second Charles, whose steps +he guided, was a needy, homeless outcast. A man less staunch and loyal +might have thrown over so profitless a service. He had talents that +would have commanded a price in the Roundhead market. Yet staunchly +adhering to the Stuart fortunes, labouring ceaselessly and shrewdly +in the Stuart interest, employing his great ability and statecraft, he +achieved at long length the restoration of the Stuarts to the Throne of +England. And for all those loyal, self-denying labours in exile on the +Stuart behalf, all the reward he had at the time was that James Stuart, +Duke of York, debauched his daughter. + +Nor did Hyde's labours cease when he had made possible the Restoration; +it was Hyde who, when that Restoration was accomplished, took in hand +and carried out the difficult task of welding together the old and +the new conditions of political affairs. And it was Hyde who was the +scapegoat when things did not run the course that Englishmen desired. +As the head of the administration he was held responsible even for those +acts which he had strongly but vainly reprobated in Council. It was Hyde +who was blamed when Charles sold Dunkirk to the French, and spent the +money in harlotry; it was Hyde who was blamed because the Queen was +childless. + +The reason for this last lay in the fact that the wrong done to Hyde's +daughter Anne had now been righted by marriage with the Duke of York. +Now the Duke of York was the heir-apparent, and the people, ever ready +to attach most credit to that which is most incredible and fantastic, +believed that to ensure the succession of his own grandchildren Hyde had +deliberately provided Charles with a barren wife. + +When the Dutch, sailing up the Thames, had burnt the ships of war at +Chatham, and Londoners heard the thunder of enemy guns, Hyde was openly +denounced as a traitor by a people stricken with terror and seeking a +victim in the blind, unreasoning way of public feeling. They broke his +windows, ravaged his garden, and erected a gibbet before the gates of +his superb mansion on the north side of Piccadilly. + +Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, and Lord Chancellor of England, +commanded the love of his intimates, but did not possess those qualities +of cheap glitter that make for popularity with the masses. Nor did he +court popularity elsewhere. Because he was austere in his morals, +grave and sober in his conduct, he was hated by those who made up the +debauched court of his prince. Because he was deeply religious in his +principles, the Puritans mistrusted him for a bigot. Because he was +autocratic in his policy he was detested by the Commons, the day of +autocracy being done. + +Yet might he have weathered the general hostility had Charles been half +as loyal to him as he had ever been loyal to Charles. For a time, it is +true, the King stood his friend, and might so have continued to the +end had not the women become mixed up in the business. As Evelyn, the +diarist, puts it, this great man's fall was the work of "the buffoones +and ladys of pleasure." + +It really is a very tangled story--this inner history of the fall of +Clarendon, with which the school-books are not concerned. In a sense, it +is also the story of the King's marriage and of Catherine of Braganza, +his unfortunate little ugly Queen, who must have suffered as much as +any woman wedded to a sultan in any country where the seraglio is not a +natural and proper institution. + +If Clarendon could not be said to have brought about the marriage, at +least he had given it his suffrages when proposed by Portugal, which was +anxious to establish an alliance with England as some protection against +the predatory designs of Spain. He had been influenced by the dowry +offered--five hundred thousand pounds in money, Tangier, which would +give England a commanding position on the Mediterranean, and the Island +of Bombay. Without yet foreseeing that the possession of Bombay, and the +freedom to trade in the East Indies--which Portugal had hitherto kept +jealously to herself--were to enable England to build up her great +Indian Empire, yet the commercial advantages alone were obvious enough +to make the match desirable. + +Catherine of Braganza sailed for England, and on the lath of May, 1662, +Charles, attended by a splendid following, went to meet his bride at +Portsmouth. He was himself a very personable man, tall--he stood a full +six feet high--lean and elegantly vigorous. The ugliness of his drawn, +harsh-featured face was mitigated by the glory of full, low-lidded, +dark eyes, and his smile could be irresistibly captivating. He was +as graceful in manner as in person, felicitous of speech, and of an +indolent good temper that found expression in a charming urbanity. + +Good temper and urbanity alike suffered rudely when he beheld the wife +they brought him. Catherine, who was in her twenty-fifth year, was of +an absurdly low stature, so long in the body and short in the legs that, +dressed as she was in an outlandish, full-skirted farthingale, she had +the appearance of being on her knees when she stood before him. Her +complexion was sallow, and though her eyes, like his own, were fine, +they were not fine enough to redeem the dull plainness of her face. Her +black hair was grotesquely dressed, with a long fore-top and two great +ribbon bows standing out, one on each side of her head, like a pair of +miniature wings. + +It is little wonder that the Merry Monarch, the fastidious voluptuary, +with his nice discernment in women, should have checked in his long +stride, and halted a moment in consternation. + +"Lord!" was his wry comment to Etheredge, who was beside him. "They've +brought me a bat, not a woman." + +But if she lacked beauty, she was well dowered, and Charles was in +desperate need of money. + +"I suppose," he told Clarendon anon, "I must swallow this black draught +to get the jam that goes with it." + +The Chancellor's grave eyes considered him almost sternly what time he +coldly recited the advantages of this marriage. If he did not presume to +rebuke the ribaldry of his master, neither would he condescend to smile +at it. He was too honest ever to be a sycophant. + +Catherine was immediately attended--in the words of Grammont--by six +frights who called themselves maids-of-honour, and a governess who was +a monster. With this retinue she repaired to Hampton Court, where +the honeymoon was spent, and where for a brief season the poor +woman--entirely enamoured of the graceful, long-legged rake she had +married--lived in a fool's paradise. + +Disillusion was to follow soon enough. She might be, by he grace of +her dowry, Queen of England, but she was soon to discover that to King +Charles she was no more than a wife de jure. With wives de facto Charles +would people his seraglio as fancy moved him; and the present wife de +facto, the mistress of his heart, the first lady of his harem, was that +beautiful termagant, Barbara Villiers, wife of the accommodating Roger +Palmer, Earl of Castle-maine. + +There was no lack--there never is in such cases--of those who out of +concern and love for the happily deluded wife lifted the veil for her, +and made her aware of the facts of his Majesty's association with my +Lady Castle-maine--an association dating back to the time when he was +still a homeless wanderer. The knowledge would appear to have troubled +the poor soul profoundly; but the climax of her distress was reached +when, on her coming to Whitehall, she found at the head of the list of +ladies-in-waiting assigned to her the name of my Lady Castlemaine. The +forlorn little woman's pride rose up before this outrage. She struck out +that offending name, and gave orders that the favourite was not to be +admitted to her presence. + +But she reckoned without Charles. For all his urbane, good-tempered, +debonair ways, there was an ugly cynical streak in his nature, +manifested now in the manner in which he dealt with this situation. +Himself he led his boldly handsome favourite by the hand into his wife's +presence, before the whole Court assembled, and himself presented her +to Catherine, what time that Court, dissolute and profligate as it was, +looked on in amazement at so outrageous a slight to the dignity of a +queen. + +What followed may well have exceeded all expectations. Catherine +stiffened as if the blow dealt her had been physical. Gradually her +face paled until it was grey and drawn; tears of outraged pride and +mortification flooded her eyes. And then, as if something snapped within +her brain under this stress of bitter emotion, blood gushed from her +nostrils, and she sank back in a swoon into the arms of her Portuguese +ladies. + +Confusion followed, and under cover of it Charles and his light of +love withdrew, realizing that if he lingered not all his easy skill in +handling delicate situations could avail him to save his royal dignity. + +Naturally the experiment was not to be repeated. But since it was his +wish that the Countess of Castlemaine should be established as one of +the Queen's ladies--or, rather, since it was her ladyship's wish, and +since Charles was as wax in her ladyship's hands--it became necessary to +have the Queen instructed in what was, in her husband's view, fitting. +For this task he selected Clarendon. But the Chancellor, who had so long +and loyally played Mentor to Charles's Telemachus, sought now to guide +him in matters moral as he had hitherto guided him in matters political. + +Clarendon declined the office of mediator, and even expostulated with +Charles upon the unseemliness of the course upon which his Majesty was +bent. + +"Surely, sire, it is for her Majesty to say who shall and who shall not +be the ladies of her bedchamber. And I nothing marvel at her decision in +this instance." + +"Yet I tell you, my lord, that it is a decision that shall be revoked." + +"By whom, sire?" the Chancellor asked him gravely. + +"By her Majesty, of course." + +"Under coercion, of which you ask me to be the instrument," said +Clarendon, in the tutorly manner he had used with the King from the +latter's boyhood. "Yourself, sire, at a time when your own wishes did +not warp your judgment, have condemned the very thing that now you +are urging. Yourself, sire, hotly blamed your cousin, King Louis, for +thrusting Mademoiselle de Valliere upon his queen. You will not have +forgotten the things you said then of King Louis." + +Charles remembered those unflattering criticisms which he was now +invited to apply to his own case. He bit his lip, admitting himself in +check. + +But anon--no doubt in obedience to the overbearing suasion of my Lady +Castlemaine--he returned to the attack, and sent the Chancellor his +orders in a letter demanding unquestioning obedience. + +"Use your best endeavours," wrote Charles, "to facilitate what I am sure +my honour is so much concerned in. And whosoever I find to be my Lady +Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do promise upon my word to be his +enemy so long as I live." + +My Lord Clarendon had few illusions on the score of mankind. He knew +his world from froth to dregs--having studied it under a variety of +conditions. Yet that letter from his King was a bitter draught. All that +Charles possessed and was he owed to Clarendon. Yet in such a contest +as this, Charles did not hesitate to pen that bitter, threatening line: +"Whosoever I find to be my Lady Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do +promise upon my word to be his enemy so long as I live." + +All that Clarendon had done in the past was to count for nothing unless +he also did the unworthy thing that Charles now demanded. All that +he had accomplished in the service of his King was to be swept into +oblivion by the breath of a spiteful wanton. + +Clarendon swallowed the draught and sought the Queen, upon that odious +embassy with whose ends he was so entirely out of sympathy. He used +arguments whose hollowness was not more obvious to the Queen than to +himself. + +That industrious and entertaining chronicler of trifles, Mr. Pepys, +tells us, scandalized, in his diary that on the following day the talk +of the Court was all upon a midnight scene between the royal couple in +the privacy of their own apartments, so stormy that the sounds of it +were plainly to be heard in the neighbouring chambers. + +You conceive the poor little woman, smarting under the insult of +Charles's proposal by the mouth of Clarendon, assailing her royal +husband, and fiercely upbraiding him with his lack not merely of +affection but even of the respect that was her absolute due. And +Charles, his purpose set, urged to it by the handsome termagant whom he +dared not refuse, stirred out of his indolent good-nature, turning +upon her, storming back, and finally threatening her with the greater +disgrace of seeing herself pack ed home to Portugal, unless she would +submit to the lesser disgrace he thrust upon her here. + +Whether by these or by other arguments he made his will prevail, prevail +it did. Catherine of Braganza swallowed her pride and submitted. And a +very complete submission it was. Lady Castlemaine was not only installed +as a Lady of the Bedchamber, but very soon we find the Queen treating +her with a friendliness that provoked comment and amazement. + +The favourite's triumph was complete, and marked by an increasing +insolence, most marked in her demeanour towards the Chancellor, of +whose views on the subject, as expressed to the King, she was aware. +Consequently she hated him with all the spiteful bitterness that is +inseparable from the nature of such women. And she hated him the more +because, wrapped in his cold contempt, he moved in utter unconcern of +her hostility. In this hatred she certainly did not lack for allies, +members of that licentious court whose hostility towards the austere +Chancellor was begotten of his own scorn of them. Among them they worked +to pull him down. + +The attempt to undermine his influence with the King proving vain--for +Charles was as well aware of its inspiration as of the Chancellor's +value to him--that crew of rakes went laboriously and insidiously to +work upon the public mind, which is to say the public ignorance--most +fruitful soil for scandal against the great. Who shall say how far my +lady and the Court were responsible for the lampoon affixed one day to +my Lord Clarendon's gatepost: + + + Three sights to be seen: + Dunkirk, Tangier, and a barren queen. + +Her ladyship might well have considered the unpopularity of the +Chancellor as the crown of her triumph, had this triumph been as stable +as she could have wished. But, Charles being what he was, it follows +that her ladyship had frequent, if transient, anxious jealousies to +mar the perfection of her existence, to remind her how insecure is the +tenure of positions such as hers, ever at the mercy of the very caprice +to existence. + +And then, at long length, there came a day of horrid dread for her, a +day when she found herself bereft of her influence with her royal lover, +when pleadings and railings failed alike to sway him. In part she owed +it to an indiscretion of her own, but in far greater measure to a child +of sixteen, of a golden-headed, fresh, youthful loveliness, and a nature +that still found pleasure in dolls and kindred childish things, yet of +a quick and lively wit, and a clear, intelligent mind, untroubled either +by the assiduity of the royal attentions or the fact that she was become +the toast of the day. + +This was Miss Frances Stewart, the daughter of Lord Blantyre, newly come +to Court as a Lady-in-Waiting to her Majesty. How profound an impression +her beauty made upon the admittedly impressionable old Pepys you may +study in his diary. He had a glimpse of her one day riding in the Park +with the King, and a troop of ladies, among whom my Lady Castlemaine, +looking, as he tells us, "mighty out of humour." There was a moment when +Miss Stewart came very near to becoming Queen of England, and although +she never reached that eminence, yet her effigy not only found its way +into the coinage, but abides there to this day (more perdurable than +that of any actual queen) in the figure of Britannia, for which she was +the model. + +Charles wooed her openly. It was never his way to study appearances +in these matters. He was so assiduous that it became customary in +that winter of 1666 for those seeking the King at Whitehall to +inquire whether he were above or below--"below" meaning Miss Stewart's +apartments on the ground-floor of the palace, in which apartments his +Majesty was a constant visitor. And since where the King goes the Court +follows, and where the King smiles there the Court fawns, it resulted +that this child now found herself queening it over a court that flocked +to her apartments. Gallants and ladies came there to flirt and to +gossip, to gamble and to pay homage. + +About a great table in her splendid salon, a company of rustling, +iridescent fops in satin and heavy periwigs, and of ladies with curled +head-dresses and bare shoulders, played at basset one night in January. +Conversation rippled, breaking here and there into laughter, white, +jewelled hands reached out for cards, or for a share of the heaps of +gold that swept this way and that with the varying fortunes of the game. + +My Lady Castlemaine, seated between Etheredge and Rochester, played +in silence, with lips tight-set and brooding eyes. She had lost, it is +true, some Ł1500 that night; yet, a prodigal gamester, and one who came +easily by money, she had been known to lose ten times that sum and yet +preserve her smile. The source of her ill-humour was not the game. She +played recklessly, her attention wandering; those handsome, brooding +eyes of hers were intent upon watching what went on at the other end of +the long room. There, at a smaller table, sat Miss Stewart, half a dozen +gallants hovering near her, engaged upon a game of cards of a vastly +different sort. Miss Stewart did not gamble. The only purpose she could +find for cards was to build castles; and here she was building one with +the assistance of her gallants, and under the superintendence of his +Grace of Buckingham, who was as skilled in this as in other equally +unstable forms of architecture. + +Apart, over by the fire, in a great chair of gilt leather, lounged the +King, languidly observing this smaller party, a faint, indolent smile on +his swarthy, saturnine countenance. Absently, with one hand he stroked +a little spaniel that was curled in his lap. A black boy in a gorgeous, +plumed turban and a long, crimson surcoat arabesqued in gold--there were +three or four such attendants about the room--proffered him a cup of +posset on a golden salver. + +The King rose, thrust aside the little blackamoor, and with his spaniel +under his arm, sauntered across to Miss Stewart's table. Soon he found +himself alone with her--the others having removed themselves on his +approach, as jackals fall back before the coming of the lion. The last +to go, and with signs of obvious reluctance, was his Grace of Richmond, +a delicately-built, uncomely, but very glittering gentleman. + +Charles faced her across the table, the tall house of cards standing +between them. + +Miss invited his Majesty's admiration for my Lord of Buckingham's +architecture. Pouf! His Majesty blew, and the edifice rustled down to a +mere heap of cards again. + +"Symbol of kingly power," said Miss, pertly. "You demolish better than +you build, sire." + +"Oddsfish! If you challenge me, it were easy to prove you wrong," quoth +he. + +"Pray do. The cards are here." + +"Cards! Pooh! Card castles are well enough for Buckingham. But such is +not the castle I'll build you if you command me." + +"I command the King's Majesty? Mon Dieu! But it would be treason +surely." + +"Not greater treason than to have enslaved me." His fine eyes were oddly +ardent. "Shall I build you this castle, child?" + +Miss looked at him, and looked away. Her eyelids fluttered +distractingly. She fetched a sigh. + +"The castle that your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must +prove a prison." + +She rose, and, looking across the room, she met the handsome, scowling +eyes of the neglected favourite. "My Lady Castlemaine looks as if she +feared that fortune were not favouring her." She was so artless that +Charles could not be sure there was a double meaning to her speech. +"Shall we go see how she is faring?" she added, with a disregard for +etiquette, whose artlessness he also doubted. + +He yielded, of course. That was his way with beauty, especially with +beauty not yet reduced into possession. But the characteristic urbanity +with which he sauntered beside her across the room was no more than a +mask upon his chagrin. It was always thus that pretty Frances Stewart +used him. She always knew how to elude him and, always with that cursed +air of artlessness, uttered seemingly simple sentences that clung to his +mind to tantalize him. + +"The castle your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must prove +a prison." What had she meant by that? Must he take her to queen before +she would allow him to build a castle for her? + +It was an insistent, haunting thought, wracking his mind. He knew there +was a party hostile to the Duke of York and Clarendon, which, fearing +the succession of the former, and, so, of the grandchildren of the +latter, as a result of Catherine of Braganza's childlessness, strongly +favoured the King's divorce. + +It was a singular irony that my Lady Castlemaine should be largely +responsible for the existence of that party. In her hatred for +Clarendon, and her blind search for weapons that would slay the +Chancellor, she had, if not actually invented, at least helped to give +currency to the silly slander that Clarendon had deliberately chosen for +Charles a barren queen, so as to ensure the ultimate succession of his +own daughter's children. But she had never thought to see that slander +recoil upon her as it now did; she had never thought that a party would +come to rise up in consequence that would urge divorce upon the King at +the very moment when he was consumed by passion for the unattainable, +artlessly artful Frances Stewart. + +It was Buckingham, greatly daring, who slyly made himself that party's +mouthpiece. The suggestion startled Charles, voicing, as perhaps it +did, the temptation by which he was secretly assailed. He looked at +Buckingham, frowning. + +"I verily believe you are the wickedest dog in England." + +The impudent gallant made a leg. "For a subject, sire, I believe I am." + +Charles--with whom the amusing word seems ever to have been more +compelling than the serious--laughed his soft, mellow laugh. Then he +sighed, and the frown of thought returned. + +"It would be a wicked thing to make a poor lady miserable only because +she is my wife, and has no children by me, which is no fault of hers." + +He was a thoroughly bad husband, but his indolent good-nature shrank +from purchasing his desires at the price of so much ignominy to the +Queen. Before that could come to pass it would be necessary to give the +screw of temptation another turn or two. And it was Miss Stewart herself +who--in all innocence--supplied what was required in that direction. +Driven to bay by the importunities of Charles, she announced at last +that it was her intention to retire from Court, so as to preserve +herself from the temptations by which she was beset, and to determine +the uneasiness which, through no fault of her own, her presence was +occasioning the Queen; and she announced further, that, so desperate had +she been rendered that she would marry any gentleman of fifteen hundred +pounds a year who would have her in honour. + +You behold Charles reduced to a state of panic. He sought to bribe +her with offers of any settlements she chose to name, or any title she +coveted, offering her these things at the nation's expense as freely +and lightly as the jewels he had tossed into her lap, or the collar +of pearls worth sixteen hundred pounds he had put about her neck. The +offers were ineffectual, and Charles, driven almost to distraction +by such invulnerable virtue, might now have yielded to the insidious +whispers of divorce and re-marriage had not my Lady Castlemaine taken a +hand in the game. + +Her ladyship, dwelling already, as a consequence of that royal +infatuation for Miss Stewart, in the cold, rarefied atmosphere of a +neglect that amounted almost to disgrace, may have considered with +bitterness how her attempt to exploit her hatred of the Chancellor had +recoiled upon herself. + +In the blackest hour of her despair, when hope seemed almost dead, she +made a discovery--or, rather, the King's page, the ineffable Chiffinch, +Lord Keeper of the Back Stairs and Grand-Eunuch of the Royal Seraglio, +who was her ladyship's friend, made it and communicated it to her +There had been one ardent respondent in the Duke of Richmond to that +proclamation of Miss Stewart's that she would marry any gentleman of +fifteen hundred pounds a year. Long enamoured of her, his Grace saw here +his opportunity, and he seized it. Consequently he was now in constant +attendance upon her, but very secretly, since he feared the King's +displeasure. + +My Lady Castlemaine, having discovered this, and being well served in +the matter by Chiffinch, spied her opportunity. It came one cold night +towards the end of February of that year 1667. Charles, going below at a +late hour to visit Miss Stewart, when he judged that she would be +alone, was informed by her maid that Miss was not receiving, a headache +compelling her to keep her room. + +His Majesty returned above in a very ill-humour, to find himself +confronted in his own apartments by my Lady Castlemaine. Chiffinch had +introduced her by the back-stairs entrance. Charles stiffened at sight +of her. + +"I hope I may be allowed to pay my homage," says she, on a note of +irony, "although the angelic Stewart has forbid you to see me at my own +house. I come to condole with you upon the affliction and grief into +which the new-fashioned chastity of the inhuman Stewart has reduced your +Majesty." + +"You are pleased to be amused, ma'am," says Charles frostily. + +"I will not," she returned him, "make use of reproaches which would +disgrace myself; still less will I endeavour to excuse frailties in +myself which nothing can justify, since your constancy for me deprives +me of all defence." Her ladyship, you see, had a considerable gift of +sarcasm. + +"In that case, may I ask you why you have come?" + +"To open your eyes. Because I cannot bear that you should be made the +jest of your own Court." + +"Madam!" + +"Ah! You didn't know, of course, that you are being laughed at for +the gross manner in which you are being imposed upon by the Stewart's +affectations, any more than you know that whilst you are denied +admittance to her apartments, under the presence of some indisposition, +the Duke of Richmond is with her now." + +"That is false," he was beginning, very indignantly. + +"I do not desire you to take my word for it. If you will follow me, +you will no longer be the dupe of a false prude, who makes you act so +ridiculous a part." + +She took him, still half-resisting, by the hand, and in silence led him, +despite his reluctance, back by the way he had so lately come. Outside +her rival's door she left him, but she paused at the end of the gallery +to make sure that he had entered. + +Within he found himself confronted by several of Miss Stewart's +chambermaids, who respectfully barred his way, one of them informing him +scarcely above a whisper that her mistress had been very ill since his +Majesty left, but that, being gone to bed, she was, God be thanked, in a +very fine sleep. + +"That I must see," said the King. And, since one of the women placed +herself before the door of the inner room, his Majesty unceremoniously +took her by the shoulders and put her aside. + +He thrust open the door, and stepped without further ceremony into the +well-lighted bedroom. Miss Stewart occupied the handsome, canopied bed. +But far from being as he had been told, in "a very fine sleep," she was +sitting up; and far from presenting an ailing appearance, she looked +radiantly well and very lovely in her diaphanous sleeping toilet, with +golden ringlets in distracting disarray Nor was she alone. By her pillow +sat one who, if at first to be presumed her physician, proved upon +scrutiny to be the Duke of Richmond. + +The King's swarthy face turned a variety of colours, his languid eyes +lost all trace of languor. Those who knew his nature might have expected +that he would now deliver himself with that sneering sarcasm, that +indolent cynicism, which he used upon occasion. But he was too deeply +stirred for acting. His self-control deserted him entirely. Exactly what +he said has not been preserved for us. All that we are told is that he +signified his resentment in such terms as he had never before used; and +that his Grace, almost petrified by the King's most royal rage, uttered +never a word in answer. The windows of the room overlooked the Thames. +The King's eyes strayed towards them. Richmond was slight of build, +Charles vigorous and athletic. His Grace took the door betimes lest the +window should occur to his Majesty, and so he left the lady alone with +the outraged monarch. + +Thereafter Charles did not have it all quite his own way. Miss Stewart +faced him in an indignation nothing less than his own, and she was very +far from attempting any such justification of herself, or her conduct, +as he may have expected. + +"Will your Majesty be more precise as to the grounds of your complaint?" +she invited him challengingly. + +That checked his wildness. It brought him up with a round turn. His jaw +fell, and he stared at her, lost now for words. Of this she took the +fullest advantage. + +"If I am not allowed to receive visits from a man of the Duke of +Richmond's rank, who comes with honourable intentions, then I am a slave +in a free country. I know of no engagement that should prevent me from +disposing of my hand as I think fit. But if this is not permitted me in +your Majesty's dominions, I do not believe there is any power on earth +can prevent me going back to France, and throwing myself into a convent, +there to enjoy the peace denied me at this Court." + +With that she melted into tears, and his discomfiture was complete. On +his knees he begged her forgiveness for the injury he had done her. But +Miss was not in a forgiving humour. + +"If your Majesty would graciously consent to leave me now in peace," +said she, "you would avoid offending by a longer visit those who +accompanied or conducted you to my apartments." + +She had drawn a bow at a venture but shrewdly, and the shaft went home. +Charles rose, red in the face. Swearing he would never speak to her +again, he stalked out. + +Later, however, he considered. If he felt bitterly aggrieved, he must +also have realized that he had no just grounds for this, and that in his +conduct in Miss Stewart's room he had been entirely ridiculous. She was +rightly resolved against being lightly worn by any man. If anything, the +reflection must have fanned his passion. It was impossible, he thought, +that she should love that knock-kneed fellow, Richmond, who had no +graces either of body or of mind, and if she suffered the man's suit, +it must be, as she had all but said, so that she might be delivered from +the persecution to which his Majesty had submitted her. The thought of +her marrying Richmond, or, indeed, anybody, was unbearable to Charles, +and it may have stifled his last scruple in the matter of the divorce. + +His first measure next morning was to banish Richmond from the Court. +But Richmond had not stayed for the order to quit. The King's messenger +found him gone already. + +Then Charles took counsel in the matter with the Chancellor. +Clarendon's habitual gravity was increased to sternness. He spoke to the +King--taking the fullest advantage of the tutelary position in which for +the last twenty-five years he had stood to him--much as he had spoken +when Charles had proposed to make Barbara Palmer a Lady of the Queen's +Bedchamber, saving that he was now even more uncompromising. The King +was not pleased with him. But just as he had had his way, despite the +Chancellor, in that other matter, so he would have his way despite him +now. This time, however, the Chancellor took no risks. He feared too +much the consequences for Charles, and he determined to spare no effort +to avoid a scandal, and to save the already deeply-injured Queen. So he +went secretly to work to outwit the King. He made himself the protector +of those lovers, the Duke of Richmond and Miss Stewart, with the result +that one dark night, a week or two later, the lady stole away from +the Palace of Whitehall, and made her way to the Bear Tavern, at the +Bridge-foot, Westminster, where Richmond awaited her with a coach. And +so, by the secret favour of the Lord Chancellor, they stole away to Kent +and matrimony. + +That was checkmate indeed to Charles who swore all manner of things in +his mortification. But it was not until some six weeks later that he +learnt by whose agency the thing had been accomplished. He learnt it, +not a doubt, from my Lady Castlemaine. + +The estrangement between her ladyship and the King, which dated back to +the time of his desperate courtship of Miss Stewart, was at last +made up; and once again we see her ladyship triumphant, and firmly +established in the amorous King's affections. She had cause to +be grateful to the Chancellor for this. But her vindictive nature +remembered only the earlier injury still unavenged. Here at last was her +chance to pay off that score. Clarendon, beset by enemies on every hand, +yet trusting in the King whom he had served so well, stood his ground +unintimidated and unmoved--an oak that had weathered mightier storms +than this. He did not dream that he was in the power of an evil woman. +And that woman used her power. When all else failed, she told the King +of Clarendon's part in the flight of Miss Stewart, and lest the King +should be disposed to pardon the Chancellor out of consideration for his +motives, represented him as a self-seeker, and charged him with having +acted thus so as to make sure of keeping his daughter's children by the +Duke of York in the succession. + +That was the end. Charles withdrew his protection, threw Clarendon to +the wolves. He sent the Duke of Albemarle to him with a command that he +should surrender his seals of office. The proud old man refused to yield +his seals to any but the King himself. He may have hoped that the memory +of all that lay between them would rise up once more when they were face +to face. So he came in person to Whitehall to make surrender. He walked +deliberately, firmly, and with head erect, through the hostile throng of +courtiers--"especially the buffoones and ladys of pleasure," as Evelyn +says. + +Of his departure thence, his disgrace now consummated, Pepys has left us +a vivid picture: + +"When he went from the King on Monday morning my Lady Castlemaine was +in bed (though about twelve o'clock), and ran out in her smock into her +aviary looking into Whitehall Gardens; and thither her woman brought her +her nightgown; and she stood, blessing herself at the old man's going +away; and several of the gallants of Whitehall--of which there were many +staying to see the Chancellor's return--did talk to her in her birdcage; +among others Blandford, telling her she was the bird of passage." + +Clarendon lingered, melancholy and disillusioned, at his fine house in +Piccadilly until, impeached by Parliament, he remembered Strafford's +fate, and set out to tread once more and for the remainder of his days +the path of exile. + +Time avenged him. Two of his granddaughters--Mary and Anne--reigned +successively as queens in England. + + + + + + +X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + +Count Philip Königsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + +He was accounted something of a scamp throughout Europe, and +particularly in England, where he had been associated with his brother +in the killing of Mr. Thynne. But the seventeenth century did not +look for excessively nice scruples in a soldier of fortune; and so it +condoned the lack of virtue in Count Philip Christof Königsmark for +the sake of his personal beauty, his elegance, his ready wit, and his +magnificent address. The court of Hanover made him warmly welcome, +counting itself the richer for his presence; whilst he, on his side, was +retained there by the Colonelcy in the Electoral Guard to which he +had been appointed, and by his deep and ill-starred affection for the +Princess Sophia Dorothea, the wife of the Electoral Prince, who later +was to reign in England as King George I. + +His acquaintance with her dated back to childhood, for they had been +playmates at her father's ducal court of Zell, where Königsmark had been +brought up. With adolescence he had gone out into the world to seek the +broader education which it offered to men of quality and spirit. He had +fought bulls in Madrid, and the infidel overseas; he had wooed adventure +wherever it was to be met, until romance hung about him like an aura. +Thus Sophia met him again, a dazzling personality, whose effulgence +shone the more brightly against the dull background of that gross +Hanoverian court; an accomplished, graceful, self-reliant man of the +world, in whom she scarcely recognized her sometime playmate. + +The change he found in her was no less marked, though of a different +kind. The sweet child he had known--she had been married in 1682, at +the age of sixteen--had come in her ten years of wedded life to the +fulfilment of the handsome promise of her maidenhood. But her beauty was +spiritualized by a certain wistfulness that had not been there before, +that should not have been there now had all been well. The sprightliness +inherent in her had not abated, but it had assumed a certain warp of +bitterness; humour, which is of the heart, had given place in her +to wit, which is of the mind, and this wit was barbed, and a little +reckless of how or where it offended. + +Königsmark observed these changes that the years had wrought, and knew +enough of her story to account for them. He knew of her thwarted love +for her cousin, the Duke of Wolfenbuttel, thwarted for the sake of +dynastic ambition, to the end that by marrying her to the Electoral +Prince George the whole of the Duchy of Luneberg might be united. +Thus, for political reasons, she had been thrust into a union that was +mutually loveless; for Prince George had as little affection to bring to +it as herself. Yet for a prince the door to compensations is ever open. +Prince George's taste, as is notorious, was ever for ugly women, and +this taste he indulged so freely, openly, and grossly that the coldness +towards him with which Sophia had entered the alliance was eventually +converted into disgust and contempt. + +Thus matters stood between that ill-matched couple; contempt on her +side, cold dislike on his, a dislike that was fully shared by his +father, the Elector, Ernest Augustus, and encouraged in the latter by +the Countess von Platen. + +Madame von Platen, the wife of the Elector's chief minister of state, +was--with the connivance of her despicable husband, who saw therein +the means to his own advancement--the acknowledged mistress of Ernest +Augustus. She was a fleshly, gauche, vain, and ill-favoured woman. +Malevolence sat in the creases of her painted face, and peered from her +mean eyes. Yet, such as she was, the Elector Ernest loved her. His son's +taste for ugly women would appear to have been hereditary. + +Between the Countess and Sophia there was a deadly feud. The princess +had mortally offended her father-in-law's favourite. Not only had she +never troubled to dissemble the loathing which that detestable woman +inspired in her, but she had actually given it such free and stinging +expression as had provoked against Madame von Platen the derision of +the court, a derision so ill-concealed that echoes of it had reached its +object, and made her aware of the source from whence it sprang. + +It was into this atmosphere of hostility that the advent of the elegant, +romantic Königsmark took place. He found the stage set for comedy of +a grim and bitter kind, which he was himself, by his recklessness, to +convert into tragedy. + +It began by the Countess von Platen's falling in love with him. It was +some time before he suspected it, though heaven knows he did not lack +for self-esteem. Perhaps it was this very self-esteem that blinded him +here to the appalling truth. Yet in the end understanding came to +him. When the precise significance of the fond leer of that painted +harridan's repellent coquetry was borne in upon him he felt the skin of +his body creep and roughen But he dissembled craftily. He was a venal +scamp, after all, and in the court of Hanover he saw opportunities to +employ his gifts and his knowledge of the great world in such a way as +to win to eminence. He saw that the Elector's favourite could be of use +to him; and it is not your adventurer's way to look too closely into the +nature of the ladder by which he has the chance to climb. + +Skilfully, craftily, then, he played the enamoured countess so long as +her fondness for him might be useful, her hostility detrimental. But +once the Colonelcy of the Electoral Guards was firmly in his grasp, +and an intimate friendship had ripened between himself and Prince +Charles--the Elector's younger son--sufficiently to ensure his future, +he plucked off the mask and allied himself with Sophia in her hostility +towards Madame von Platen. He did worse. Some little time thereafter, +whilst on a visit to the court of Poland, he made one night in his cups +a droll story of the amorous persecution which he had suffered at Madame +von Platen's hands. + +It was a tale that set the profligate company in a roar. But there was +one present who afterwards sent a report of it to the Countess, and you +conceive the nature of the emotions it aroused in her. Her rage was the +greater for being stifled. It was obviously impossible for her to appeal +to her lover, the Elector, to avenge her. From the Elector, above all +others, must the matter be kept concealed. But not on that account would +she forgo the vengeance due. She would present a reckoning in full ere +all was done, and bitterly should the presumptuous young adventurer who +had flouted her be made to pay. + +The opportunity was very soon to be afforded her. It arose more or less +directly out of an act in which she indulged her spite against Sophia. +This lay in throwing Melusina Schulemberg into the arms of the Electoral +Prince. Melusina, who was years afterwards to be created Duchess +of Kendal, had not yet attained to that completeness of lank, bony +hideousness that was later to distinguish her in England. But even in +youth she could boast of little attraction. Prince George, however, +was easily attracted. A dull, undignified libertine, addicted to +over-eating, heavy drinking, and low conversation, he found in Melusina +von Schulemberg an ideal mate. Her installation as maîtresse en-titre +took place publicly at a ball given by Prince George at Herrenhausen, a +ball at which the Princess Sophia was present. + +Accustomed, inured, as she was to the coarse profligacy of her dullard +husband, and indifferent to his philandering as her contempt of him now +left her, yet in the affront thus publicly offered her, she felt that +the limit of endurance had been reached. Next day it was found that she +had disappeared from Herrenhausen. She had fled to her father's court at +Zell. + +But her father received her coldly; lectured her upon the freedom and +levity of her manners, which he condemned as unbecoming the dignity +of her rank; recommended her to use in future greater prudence, and a +proper, wifely submission; and, the homily delivered, packed her back to +her husband at Herrenhausen. + +George's reception of her on her return was bitterly hostile. She had +been guilty of a more than usual, of an unpardonable want of respect for +him. She must learn what was due to her station, and to her husband. He +would thank her to instruct herself in these matters against his return +from Berlin, whither he was about to journey, and he warned her that he +would suffer no more tantrums of that kind. + +Thus he delivered himself, with cold hate in his white, flabby, +frog-face and in the very poise of his squat, ungainly figure. + +Thereafter he departed for Berlin, bearing hate of her with him, and +leaving hate and despair behind. + +It was then, in this despair, that Sophia looked about her for a true +friend to lend her the aid she so urgently required; to rescue her from +her intolerable, soul-destroying fate. And at her elbow, against this +dreadful need, Destiny had placed her sometime playmate, her most +devoted friend--as she accounted him, and as, indeed, he was--the +elegant, reckless Königsmark, with his beautiful face, his golden mane, +and his unfathomable blue eyes. + +Walking with him one summer day between clipped hedges in the formal +gardens of Herrenhausen--that palace as squat and ungraceful as those +who had built and who inhabited it--she opened her heart to him very +fully, allowed him, in her overwhelming need of sympathy, to see things +which for very shame she had hitherto veiled from all other eyes. She +kept nothing back; she dwelt upon her unhappiness with her boorish +husband, told him of slights and indignities innumerable, whose pain she +had hitherto so bravely dissembled, confessed, even, that he had beaten +her upon occasion. + +Königsmark went red and white by turns, with the violent surge of his +emotions, and the deep sapphire eyes blazed with wrath when she came at +last to the culminating horror of blows endured. + +"It is enough, madame," he cried. "I swear to you, as Heaven hears me, +that he shall be punished." + +"Punished?" she echoed, checking in her stride, and looked at him with +a smile of sad incredulity. "It is not his punishment I seek, my friend, +but my own salvation." + +"The one can be accomplished with the other," he answered hotly, and +struck the cut-steel hilt of his sword. "You shall be rid of this lout +as soon as ever I can come to him. I go after him to Berlin to-night." + +The colour all faded from her cheeks, her sensitive lips fell apart, as +she looked at him aghast. + +"Why, what would you do? What do you mean?" she asked him. + +"I will send him the length of my sword, and so make a widow of you, +madame." + +She shook her head. "Princes do not fight," she said, on a note of +contempt. + +"I shall so shame him that he will have no alternative--unless, indeed, +he is shameless. I will choose my occasion shrewdly, put an affront +on him one evening in his cups, when drink shall have made him valiant +enough to commit himself to a meeting. If even that will not answer, and +he still shields himself behind his rank--why, there are other ways to +serve him." He was thinking, perhaps, of Mr. Thynne. + +The heat of so much reckless, romantic fury on her behalf warmed the +poor lady, who had so long been chilled for want of sympathy, and +starved of love. Impulsively she caught his hand in hers. + +"My friend, my friend!" she cried, on a note that quivered and broke. +"You are mad--wonderfully beautifully mad, but mad. What would become of +you if you did this?" + +He swept the consideration aside by a contemptuous, almost angry +gesture. "Does that matter? I am concerned with what is to become of +you. I was born for your service, my princess, and the service being +rendered..." He shrugged and smiled, threw out his hands and let them +fall again to his sides in an eloquent gesture. He was the complete +courtier, the knight-errant, the romantic preux-chevalier all in one. + +She drew closer to him, took the blue lapels of his military coat in her +white hands, and looked pathetically up into his beautiful face. If ever +she wanted to kiss a man, she surely wanted to kiss Königsmark in that +moment, but as she might have kissed a loving brother, in token of her +deep gratitude for his devotion to her who had known so little true +devotion. + +"If you knew," she said, "what balsam this proof of your friendship has +poured upon the wounds of my soul, you would understand my utter lack of +words in which to thank you. You dumbfound me, my friend; I can find no +expression for my gratitude." + +"I ask no gratitude," quoth he. "I am all gratitude myself that you +should have come to me in the hour of your need. I but ask your leave to +serve you in my own way." + +She shook her head. She saw his blue eyes grow troubled. + +He was about to speak, to protest, but she hurried on. "Serve me if you +will--God knows I need the service of a loyal friend--but serve me as I +shall myself decide--no other way." + +"But what alternative service can exist?" he asked, almost impatiently. + +"I have it in mind to escape from this horrible place--to quit Hanover, +never to return." + +"But to go whither?" + +"Does it matter? Anywhere away from this hateful court, and this hateful +life; anywhere, since my father will not let me find shelter at Zell, +as I had hoped. Had it not been for the thought of my children, I +should have fled long ago. For the sake of those two little ones I have +suffered patiently through all these years. But the limit of endurance +has been reached and passed. Take me away. Königsmark!" She was +clutching his lapels again. "If you would really serve me, help me to +escape." + +His hands descended upon hers, and held them prisoned against his +breast. A flush crept into his fair cheeks, there was a sudden kindling +of the eyes that looked down into her own piteous ones. These sensitive, +romantic natures are quickly stirred to passion, ever ready to yield to +the adventure of it. + +"My princess," he said, "you may count upon your Königsmark while he has +life." Disengaging her hands from his lapels, but still holding them, he +bowed low over them, so low that his heavy golden mane tumbled forward +on either side of his handsome head to form a screen under cover of +which he pressed his lips upon her fingers. + +She let him have his will with her hands. It was little enough reward +for so much devotion. + +"I thank you again," she breathed. "And now I must think--I must +consider where I can count upon finding refuge." + +That cooled his ardour a little. His own high romantic notion was, no +doubt, to fling her there and then upon the withers of his horse, and so +ride out into the wide world to carve a kingdom for her with his sword. +Her sober words dispelled the dream, revealed to him that it was not +quite intended he should hereafter be her custodian. And there for the +moment the matter was suspended. + +Both had behaved quite recklessly. Each should have remembered that +an Electoral Princess is not wise to grant a protracted interview, +accompanied by lapel-holding, hand-holding, and hand-kissings, within +sight of the windows of a palace. And, as it happened, behind one of +those windows lurked the Countess von Platen, watching them jealously, +and without any disposition to construe the meeting innocently. Was she +not the deadly enemy of both? Had not the Princess whetted satire upon +her, and had not Königsmark scorned the love she proffered him, and +then unpardonably published it in a ribald story to excite the mirth of +profligates? + +That evening the Countess purposefully sought her lover, the Elector. + +"Your son is away in Prussia," quoth she. "Who guards his honour in his +absence?" + +"George's honour?" quoth the Elector, bulging eyes staring at the +Countess. He did not laugh, as might have been expected at the notion of +guarding something whose existence was not easily discerned. He had no +sense of humour, as his appearance suggested. He was a short, fat man +with a face shaped like a pear--narrow in the brow and heavy in the +jowl. "What the devil do you mean?" he asked. + +"I mean that this foreign adventurer, Königsmark, and Sophia grow too +intimate." + +"Sophia!" Thick eyebrows were raised until they almost met the line of +his ponderous peruke. His face broke into malevolent creases expressive +of contempt. + +"That white-faced ninny! Bah!" Her very virtue was matter for his scorn. + +"It is these white-faced ninnies can be most sly," replied the Countess, +out of her worldly wisdom. "Listen a moment now." And she related, with +interest rather than discount, you may be sure, what she had witnessed +that afternoon. + +The malevolence deepened in his face. He had never loved Sophia, and he +felt none the kinder towards her for her recent trip to Zell. Then, too, +being a libertine, and the father of a libertine, it logically followed +that unchastity in his women-folk was in his eyes the unpardonable sin. + +He heaved himself out of his deep chair. "How far has this gone?" he +demanded. + +Prudence restrained the Countess from any over-statement that might +afterwards be disproved. Besides, there was not the need, if she could +trust her senses. Patience and vigilance would presently afford her all +the evidence required to damn the pair. She said as much, and promised +the Elector that she would exercise herself the latter quality in his +son's service. Again the Elector did not find it grotesque that his +mistress should appoint herself the guardian of his son's honour. + +The Countess went about that congenial task with zeal--though George's +honour was the least thing that concerned her. What concerned her was +the dishonour of Sophia, and the ruin of Königsmark. So she watched +assiduously, and set others, too, to watch for her and to report. And +almost daily now she had for the Elector a tale of whisperings and +hand-pressings, and secret stolen meetings between the guilty twain. +The Elector enraged, and would have taken action, but that the guileful +Countess curbed him. All this was not enough. An accusation that could +not be substantiated would ruin all chance of punishing the offenders, +might recoil, indeed, upon the accusers by bringing the Duke of Zell to +his daughter's aid. So they must wait yet awhile until they held more +absolute proof of this intrigue. + +And then at last one day the Countess sped in haste to the Elector with +word that Königsmark and the Princess had shut themselves up together +in the garden pavilion. Let him come at once, and he should so discover +them for himself, and thus at last be able to take action. The Countess +was flushed with triumph. Be that meeting never so innocent--and Madame +von Platen could not, being what she was, and having seen what she +had seen, conceive it innocent--it was in an Electoral Princess an +unforgivable indiscretion, to take the most charitable view, which none +would dream of taking. So the Elector, fiercely red in the face, hurried +off to the pavilion with Madame von Platen following. He came too late, +despite the diligence of his spy. + +Sophia had been there, but her interview with the Count had been a +brief one. She had to tell him that at last she was resolved in all +particulars. She would seek a refuge at the court of her cousin, the +Duke of Wolfenbuttel, who, she was sure--for the sake of what once had +lain between them--would not now refuse to shelter and protect her. Of +Königsmark she desired that he should act as her escort to her cousin's +court. + +Königsmark was ready, eager. In Hanover he would leave nothing that +he regretted. At Wolfenbuttel, having served Sophia faithfully, his +ever-growing, romantic passion for her might find expression. She would +make all dispositions, and advise him when she was ready to set out. +But they must use caution, for they were being spied upon. Madame von +Platen's over-eagerness had in part betrayed her. It was, indeed, their +consciousness of espionage which had led to this dangerous meeting +in the seclusion of the pavilion, and which urged him to linger after +Sophia had left him. They were not to be seen to emerge together. + +The young Dane sat alone on the window-seat, his chin in his hands, his +eyes dreamy, a faint smile on his shapely lips, when Ernest Augustus +burst furiously in, the Countess von Platen lingering just beyond the +threshold. The Elector's face was apoplectically purple from rage and +haste, his breath came in wheezing gasps. His bulging eyes swept +round the chamber, and fastened finally, glaring, upon the startled +Königsmark. + +"Where is the Princess?" he blurted out. + +The Count espied Madame von Platen in the back ground, and had the +scent of mischief very strong. But he preserved an air of innocent +mystification. He rose and answered with courteous ease: + +"Your Highness is seeking her? Shall I ascertain for you?" + +At a loss, Ernest Augustus stared a moment, then flung a glance over his +shoulder at the Countess. + +"I was told that her Highness was here," he said. + +"Plainly," said Königsmark, with perfect calm, "you have been +misinformed." And his quiet glance and gesture invited the Elector to +look round for himself. + +"How long have you been here yourself?" Feeling at a disadvantage, the +Elector avoided the direct question that was in his mind. + +"Half an hour at least." + +"And in that time you have not seen the Princess?" + +"Seen the Princess?" Königsmark's brows were knit perplexedly. "I +scarcely understand your Highness." + +The Elector moved a step and trod on a soft substance. He looked down, +then stooped, and rose again, holding in his hand a woman's glove. + +"What's this?" quoth he. "Whose glove is this?" + +If Königsmark's heart missed a beat--as well it may have done--he did +not betray it outwardly. He smiled; indeed he almost laughed. + +"Your Highness is amusing himself at my expense by asking me questions +that only a seer could answer." + +The Elector was still considering him with his ponderously suspicious +glance, when quick steps approached. A serving-maid, one of Sophia's +women, appeared in the doorway of the pavilion. + +"What do you want?" the Elector snapped at her. + +"A glove her Highness lately dropped here," was the timid answer, +innocently precipitating the very discovery which the woman had been too +hastily dispatched to avert. + +The Elector flung the glove at her, and there was a creak of evil +laughter from him. When she had departed' he turned again to Königsmark. + +"You fence skilfully," said he, sneering, "too skilfully for an honest +man. Will you now tell me without any more of this, precisely what the +Princess Sophia was doing here with you?" + +Königsmark drew himself stiffly up, looking squarely into the furnace of +the Elector's face. + +"Your Highness assumes that the Princess was here with me, and a prince +is not to be contradicted, even when he insults a lady whose spotless +purity is beyond his understanding. But your Highness can hardly expect +me to become in never so slight a degree a party to that insult by +vouchsafing any answer to your question." + +"That is your last word, sir?" The Elector shook with suppressed anger. + +"Your Highness cannot think that words are necessary?" + +The bulging eyes grew narrow, the heavy nether lip was thrust forth in +scorn and menace. + +"You are relieved, sir, of your duties in the Electoral Guard, and as +that is the only tie binding you to Hanover, we see no reason why your +sojourn here should be protracted." + +Königsmark bowed stiffly, formally. "It shall end, your Highness, as +soon as I can make the necessary arrangements for my departure--in a +week at most." + +"You are accorded three days, sir." The Elector turned, and waddled +out, leaving Königsmark to breathe freely again. The three days should +suffice for the Princess also. It was very well. + +The Elector, too, thought that it was very well. He had given this +troublesome fellow his dismissal, averted a scandal, and placed his +daughter-in-law out of the reach of harm. Madame von Platen was the only +one concerned who thought that it was not well at all, the consummation +being far from that which she had desired. She had dreamt of a flaming +scandal, that should utterly consume her two enemies, Sophia and +Königsmark. Instead, she saw them both escaping, and the fact that she +was--as she may have supposed--effectively separating two loving hearts +could be no sort of adequate satisfaction for such bitter spite as hers. +Therefore she plied her wicked wits to force an issue more germane to +her desires. + +The course she took was fraught with a certain peril. Yet confident that +at worst she could justify it, and little fearing that the worst would +happen, she boldly went to work. She forged next day a brief note in +which the Princess Sophia urgently bade Königsmark to come to her at +ten o'clock that night in her own apartments, and with threat and bribe +induced the waiting woman of the glove to bear that letter. + +Now it so happened that Königsmark, through the kind offices of Sophia's +maid-of-honour, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck, who was in the secret of +their intentions, had sent the Princess a note that morning, briefly +stating the urgency of departure, and begging her so to arrange that she +could leave Herrenhausen with him on the morrow. He imagined the note +now brought him to be in answer to that appeal of his. Its genuineness +he never doubted, being unacquainted with Sophia's writing. He was +aghast at the rashness which dictated such an assignation, yet never +hesitated as to keeping it. It was not his way to hesitate. He trusted +to the gods who watch over the destinies of the bold. + +And meanwhile Madame von Platen was reproaching her lover with having +dealt too softly with the Dane. + +"Bah!" said the Elector. "To-morrow he goes his ways, and we are rid of +him. Is not that enough?" + +"Enough, if, soon as he goes, he goes not too late already," quoth she. + +"Now what will you be hinting?" he asked her peevishly. + +"I'll be more plain. I will tell you what I know. It is this. Königsmark +has an assignation with the Princess Sophia this very night at ten +o'clock--and where do you suppose? In her Highness's own apartments." + +The Elector came to his feet with an oath. "That is not true!" he cried. +"It cannot be!" + +"Then I'll say no more," quoth Jezebel, and snapped her thin lips. + +"Ah, but you shall. How do you know this?" + +"That I cannot tell you without betraying a confidence. Let it suffice +you that I do know it. Consider now whether in banishing this profligate +you have sufficiently avenged the honour of your son." + +"My God, if I thought this were true...." He choked with rage, stood +shaking a moment, then strode to the door, calling. + +"The truth is easily ascertained," said Madame. "Conceal yourself in the +Rittersaal, and await his coming forth. But you had best go attended, +for it is a very reckless rogue, and he has been known aforetime to +practice murder." + +Whilst the Elector, acting upon this advice, was getting his men +together, Königsmark was wasting precious moments in Sophia's +antechamber, whilst Mademoiselle de Knesebeck apprised her Highness +of his visit. Sophia had already retired to bed, and the amazing +announcement of the Count's presence there startled her into a fear of +untoward happenings. She was overwhelmed, too, by the rashness of this +step of his, coming after the events of yesterday. If it should be known +that he had visited her thus, terrible consequences might ensue. She +rose, and with Mademoiselle de Knesebeck's aid made ready to receive +him. Yet for all that she made haste, the precious irreclaimable moments +sped. + +She came to him at last, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck following, for +propriety's sake. + +"What is it?" she asked him breathlessly. "What brings you here at such +an hour?" + +"What brings me?" quoth he, surprised at that reception. "Why, your +commands--your letter." + +"My letter? What letter?" + +A sense of doom, of being trapped, suddenly awoke in him. He plucked +forth the treacherous note, and proffered it. + +"Why, what does this mean?" She swept a white hand over her eyes and +brows, as if to brush away some thing that obscured her vision. "That is +not mine. I never wrote it. How could you dream I should be imprudent as +to bid you hither, and at such an hour How could you dream it?" + +"You are right," said he, and laughed, perhaps to ease her alarm, +perhaps in sheer bitter mirth. "It will be, no doubt, the work of +our friend, Madame von Platen. I had best begone. For the rest, my +travelling chaise will wait from noon until sunset to-morrow by the +Markt Kirck in Hanover, and I shall wait within it. I shall hope to +conduct you safely to Wolfenbuttel." + +"I will come, I will come. But go now--oh, go!" + +He looked very deeply into her eyes--a valedictory glance against the +worst befalling him. Then he took her hand, bowed over it and kissed it, +and so departed. + +He crossed the outer ante-room, descended the short flight of stairs, +and pushed open the heavy door of the Hall of Knights. He passed +through, and thrust the door behind him, then stood a moment looking +round the vast apartment. If he was too late to avoid the springs of +the baited trap, it was here that they should snap upon him. Yet all was +still. A single lamp on a table in the middle of the vast chamber shed +a feeble, flickering light, yet sufficient to assure him that no one +waited here. He sighed relief, wrapped his cloak about him, and set out +swiftly to cross the hall. + +But even as he passed, four shadows detached themselves from the tall +stove, resolved themselves into armed men, and sprang after him. + +He heard them, wheeled about, flung off his cloak, and disengaged his +sword, all with the speed of lightning and the address of the man who +for ten years had walked amid perils, and learned to depend upon his +blade. That swift action sealed his doom. Their orders were to take him +living or dead, and standing in awe of his repute, they were not the men +to incur risks. Even as he came on guard, a partisan grazed his head, +and another opened his breast. + +He went down, coughing and gasping, blood dabbling his bright golden +hair, and staining the priceless Mechlin at his throat, yet his right +hand still desperately clutching his useless sword. + +His assassins stood about him, their partisans levelled to strike again, +and summoned him to yield. Then, beside one of them, he suddenly beheld +the Countess von Platen materializing out of the surrounding shadows as +it seemed, and behind her the squat, ungraceful figure of the Elector. +He fought for breath. "I am slain," he gasped, "and as I am to appear +before my Maker I swear to you that the Princess Sophia is innocent. +Spare her at least, your Highness." + +"Innocent!" said the Elector hoarsely. "Then what did you now in her +apartments? + +"It was a trap set for us by this foul hag, who..." + +The heel of the vindictive harridan ground viciously upon the lips of +the dying man and choked his utterance. Thereafter the halberts finished +him off, and he was buried there and then, in lime, under the floor of +the Hall of Knights, under the very spot where he had fallen, which was +long to remain imbrued with his blood. + +Thus miserably perished the glittering Königsmark, a martyr to his own +irrepressible romanticism. + +As for Sophia, better might it have been for her had she shared his fate +that night. She was placed under arrest next morning, and Prince George +was summoned back from Berlin at once. + +The evidence may have satisfied him that his honour had not suffered, +for he was disposed to let the matter drop, content that they should +remain in the forbidding relations which had existed between them before +this happening. But Sophia was uncompromising in her demand for strict +justice. + +"If I am guilty, I am unworthy of you," she told him. "If innocent, you +are unworthy of me." + +There was no more to be said. A consistory court was assembled to +divorce them. But since with the best intentions there was no faintest +evidence of her adultery, this court had to be content to pronounce the +divorce upon the ground of her desertion. + +She protested against the iniquity of this. But she protested in vain. +She was carried off into the grim captivity of a castle on the Ahlen, to +drag out in that melancholy duress another thirty-two years of life. + +Her death took place in November of 1726. And the story runs that on her +death-bed she delivered to a person of trust a letter to her sometime +husband, now King George I. of England. Seven months later, as King +George was on his way to his beloved Hanover, that letter was placed +in his carriage as it crossed the frontier into Germany. It contained +Sophia's dying declaration of innocence, and her solemn summons to King +George to stand by her side before the judgment-seat of Heaven within a +year, and there make answer in her presence for the wrongs he had done +her, for her blighted life and her miserable death. + +King George's answer to that summons was immediate. The reading of +that letter brought on the apoplectic seizure of which he died in his +carriage next day--the 9th of June, 1727--on the road to Osnabruck. + + + + + + +XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + +Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Morat + +Tyrannicide was the term applied to her deed by Adam Lux, her lover in +the sublimest and most spiritual sense of the word--for he never so much +as spoke to her, and she never so much as knew of his existence. + +The sudden spiritual passion which inflamed him when he beheld her in +the tumbril on her way to the scaffold is a fitting corollary to her +action. She in her way and he in his were alike sublime; her tranquil +martyrdom upon the altar of Republicanism and his exultant martyrdom +upon the altar of Love were alike splendidly futile. + +It is surely the strangest love-story enshrined in history. It has its +pathos, yet leaves no regrets behind, for there is no might-have-been +which death had thwarted. Because she died, he loved her; because he +loved her, he died. That is all, but for the details which I am now to +give you. + +The convent-bred Marie Charlotte Corday d'Armont was the daughter of a +landless squire of Normandy, a member of the chétive noblesse, a man +of gentle birth, whose sadly reduced fortune may have predisposed him +against the law of entail or primogeniture--the prime cause of the +inequality out of which were sprung so many of the evils that afflicted +France. Like many of his order and condition he was among the earliest +converts to Republicanism--the pure, ideal republicanism, demanding +constitutional government of the people by the people, holding +monarchical and aristocratic rule an effete and parasitic anachronism. + +From M. de Corday Charlotte absorbed the lofty Republican doctrines to +which anon she was to sacrifice her life; and she rejoiced when the hour +of awakening sounded and the children of France rose up and snapped the +fetters in which they had been trammelled for centuries by an insolent +minority of their fellow-countrymen. + +In the early violence of the revolution she thought she saw a transient +phase--horrible, but inevitable in the dread convulsion of that +awakening. Soon this would pass, and the sane, ideal government of +her dreams would follow--must follow, since among the people's elected +representatives was a goodly number of unselfish, single-minded men of +her father's class of life; men of breeding and education, impelled by +a lofty altruistic patriotism; men who gradually came to form a party +presently to be known as the Girondins. + +But the formation of one party argues the formation of at least another. +And this other in the National Assembly was that of the Jacobins, +less pure of motive, less restrained in deed, a party in which +stood pre-eminent such ruthless, uncompromising men as Robespierre, +Danton,--and Marat. + +Where the Girondins stood for Republicanism, the Jacobins stood for +Anarchy. War was declared between the two. The Girondins arraigned Marat +and Robespierre for complicity in the September massacres, and thereby +precipitated their own fall. The triumphant acquittal of Marat was +the prelude to the ruin of the Girondins, and the proscription of +twenty-nine deputies followed at once as the first step. These fled into +the country, hoping to raise an army that should yet save France, and +several of the fugitives made their way to Caen. Thence by pamphlets and +oratory they laboured to arouse true Republican enthusiasm. They were +gifted, able men, eloquent speakers and skilled writers, and they might +have succeeded but that in Paris sat another man no less gifted, and +with surer knowledge of the temper of the proletariat, tirelessly +wielding a vitriolic pen, skilled in the art of inflaming the passions +of the mob. + +That man was Jean Paul Marat, sometime medical practitioner, sometime +professor of literature, a graduate of the Scottish University of +St. Andrews, author of some scientific and many sociological works, +inveterate pamphleteer and revolutionary journalist, proprietor and +editor of L'Ami du Peuple, and idol of the Parisian rabble, who had +bestowed upon him the name borne by his gazette, so that he was known as +The People's Friend. + +Such was the foe of the Girondins, and of the pure, altruistic, Utopian +Republicanism for which they stood; and whilst he lived and laboured, +their own endeavours to influence the people were all in vain. From his +vile lodging in the Rue de l'Ecole de Médecine in Paris he spun with +his clever, wicked pen a web that paralysed their high endeavours and +threatened finally to choke them. + +He was not alone, of course. He was one of the dread triumvirate in +which Danton and Robespierre were his associates. But to the Girondins +he appeared by far the most formidable and ruthless and implacable of +the three, whilst to Charlotte Corday--the friend and associate now of +the proscribed Girondins who had sought refuge in Caen--he loomed so +vast and terrible as to eclipse his associates entirely. To her young +mind, inflamed with enthusiasm for the religion of Liberty as preached +by the Girondins, Marat was a loathly, dangerous heresiarch, threatening +to corrupt that sublime new faith with false, anarchical doctrine, and +to replace the tyranny that had been overthrown by a tyranny more odious +still. + +She witnessed in Caen the failure of the Girondin attempt to raise an +army with which to deliver Paris from the foul clutches of the Jacobins. +An anguished spectator of this failure, she saw in it a sign that +Liberty was being strangled at its birth. On the lips of her friends the +Girondins she caught again the name of Marat, the murderer of Liberty; +and, brooding, she reached a conclusion embodied in a phrase of a letter +which she wrote about that time. + +"As long as Marat lives there will never be any safety for the friends +of law and humanity." + +From that negative conclusion to its positive, logical equivalent it +was but a step. That step she took. She may have considered awhile the +proposition thus presented to her, or resolve may have come to her with +realization. She understood that a great sacrifice was necessary; that +who undertook to rid France of that unclean monster must go prepared for +self-immolation. She counted the cost calmly and soberly--for calm and +sober was now her every act. + +She made her packages, and set out one morning by the Paris coach from +Caen, leaving a note for her father, in which she had written: + +"I am going to England, because I do not believe that it will be +possible for a long time to live happily and tranquilly in France. On +leaving I post this letter to you. When you receive it I shall no longer +be here. Heaven denied us the happiness of living together, as it has +denied us other happinesses. May it show itself more clement to our +country. Good-by, dear Father. Embrace my sister for me, and do not +forget me." + +That was all. The fiction that she was going to England was intended to +save him pain. For she had so laid her plans that her identity should +remain undisclosed. She would seek Marat in the very Hall of the +Convention, and publicly slay him in his seat. Thus Paris should behold +Nemesis overtaking the false Republican in the very Assembly which he +corrupted, and anon should adduce a moral from the spectacle of the +monster's death. For herself she counted upon instant destruction at the +hands of the furious spectators. Thus, thinking to die unidentified, +she trusted that her father, hearing, as all France must hear, the great +tidings that Marat was dead, would never connect her with the instrument +of Fate shattered by the fury of the mob. + +You realize, then, how great and how terrible was the purpose of +this maid of twenty-five, who so demurely took her seat in the Paris +diligence on that July morning of the Year 2 of the Republic--1793, old +style. She was becomingly dressed in brown cloth, a lace fichu folded +across her well-developed breast, a conical hat above her light brown +hair. She was of a good height and finely proportioned, and her carriage +as full of dignity as of grace. Her skin was of such white loveliness +that a contemporary compares it with the lily. Like Athene, she was +gray-eyed, and, like Athene, noble-featured, the oval of her face +squaring a little at the chin, in which there was a cleft. Calm was her +habit, calm her slow-moving eyes, calm and deliberate her movements, and +calm the mind reflected in all this. + +And as the heavy diligence trundles out of Caen and takes the open +country and the Paris road, not even the thought of the errand upon +which she goes, of her death-dealing and death-receiving mission, +can shake that normal calm. Here is no wild exaltation, no hysterical +obedience to hotly-conceived impulse. Here is purpose, as cold as it +is lofty, to liberate France and pay with her life for the privilege of +doing so. + +That lover of hers, whom we are presently to see, has compared her +ineptly with Joan of Arc, that other maid of France. But Joan moved with +pomp in a gorgeous pageantry, amid acclamations, sustained by the heady +wine of combat and of enthusiasm openly indulged, towards a goal of +triumph. Charlotte travelled quietly in the stuffy diligence with the +quiet conviction that her days were numbered. + +So normal did she appear to her travelling companions, that one among +them, with an eye for beauty, pestered her with amorous attentions, and +actually proposed marriage to her before the coach had rolled over the +bridge of Neuilly into Paris two days later. + +She repaired to the Providence Inn in the Rue des Vieux Augustine, where +she engaged a room on the first floor, and then she set out in quest of +the Deputy Duperret. She had a letter of introduction to him from the +Girondin Barbaroux, with whom she had been on friendly terms at Caen. +Duperret was to assist her to obtain an interview with the Minister of +the Interior. She had undertaken to see the latter on the subject of +certain papers relating to the affairs of a nun of Caen, an old convent +friend of her own, and she was in haste to discharge this errand, so as +to be free for the great task upon which she was come. + +From inquiries that she made, she learnt at once that Marat was ill, and +confined to his house. This rendered necessary a change of plans, and +the relinquishing of her project of affording him a spectacular death in +the crowded hall of the Convention. + +The next day, which was Friday, she devoted to furthering the business +of her friend the nun. On Saturday morning she rose early, and by +six o'clock she was walking in the cool gardens of the Palais Royal, +considering with that almost unnatural calm of hers the ways and means +of accomplishing her purpose in the unexpected conditions that she +found. + +Towards eight o'clock, when Paris was awakening to the business of the +day and taking down its shutters, she entered a cutler's shop in the +Palais Royal, and bought for two francs a stout kitchen knife in +a shagreen case. She then returned to her hotel to breakfast, and +afterwards, dressed in her brown travelling-gown and conical hat, she +went forth again, and, hailing a hackney carriage, drove to Marat's +house in the Rue de l'Ecole de Médecine. + +But admittance to that squalid dwelling was denied her. The Citizen +Marat was ill, she was told, and could receive no visitors. It was +Simonne Everard, the triumvir's mistress--later to be known as the Widow +Marat--who barred her ingress with this message. + +Checked, she drove back to the Providence Inn and wrote a letter to the +triumvir: + +"Paris, 13th July, Year 2 of the Republic. + +"Citizen,--I have arrived from Caen. Your love for your country leads +me to assume that you will be anxious to hear of the unfortunate events +which are taking place in that part of the Republic. I shall therefore +call upon you towards one o'clock. Have the kindness to receive me, and +accord me a moment's audience. I shall put you in the way of rendering a +great service to France. + +"Marie Corday." + +Having dispatched that letter to Marat, she sat until late afternoon +waiting vainly for an answer. Despairing at last of receiving any, she +wrote a second note, more peremptory in tone: + +"I wrote to you this morning, Marat. Have you received my letter? May I +hope for a moment's audience? If you have received my letter, I hope you +will not refuse me, considering the importance of the matter. It should +suffice for you that I am very unfortunate to give me the right to your +protection." + +Having changed into a gray-striped dimity gown--you observe this further +manifestation of a calm so complete that it admits of no departure from +the ordinary habits of life--she goes forth to deliver in person this +second letter, the knife concealed in the folds of the muslin fichu +crossed high upon her breast. + +In a mean, brick-paved, ill-lighted, and almost unfurnished room of that +house in the Rue de l'Ecole de Médecine, the People's Friend is seated +in a bath. It is no instinct of cleanliness he is obeying, for in all +France there is no man more filthy in his person and his habits than +this triumvir. His bath is medicated. The horrible, loathsome disease +that corrodes his flesh demands these long immersions to quiet the +gnawing pains which distract his active, restless mind. In these baths +he can benumb the torment of the body with which he is encumbered. + +For Marat is an intellect, and nothing more--leastways, nothing more +that matters. What else there is to him of trunk and limbs and organs +he has neglected until it has all fallen into decay. His very lack of +personal cleanliness, the squalor in which he lives, the insufficient +sleep which he allows himself, his habit of careless feeding at +irregular intervals, all have their source in his contempt for +the physical part of him. This talented man of varied attainments, +accomplished linguist, skilled physician, able naturalist and profound +psychologist, lives in his intellect alone, impatient of all physical +interruptions. If he consents to these immersions, if he spends whole +days seated in this medicated bath, it is solely because it quenches or +cools the fires that are devouring him, and thus permits him to bend +his mind to the work that is his life. But his long-suffering body is +avenging upon the mind the neglect to which it has been submitted. The +morbid condition of the former is being communicated to the latter, +whence results that disconcerting admixture of cold, cynical cruelty and +exalted sensibility which marked his nature in the closing years of his +life. + +In his bath, then, sat the People's Friend on that July evening, +immersed to the hips, his head swathed in a filthy turban, his emaciated +body cased in a sleeveless waistcoat. He is fifty years of age, dying of +consumption and other things, so that, did Charlotte but know it, there +is no need to murder him. Disease and Death have marked him for their +own, and grow impatient. + +A board covering the bath served him for writing-table; an empty wooden +box at his side bore an inkstand, some pens, sheets of paper, and two or +three copies of L'Ami do Peuple. There was no sound in the room but the +scratch and splutter of his quill. He was writing diligently, revising +and editing a proof of the forthcoming issue of his paper. + +A noise of voices raised in the outer room invaded the quiet in which he +was at work, and gradually penetrated his absorption, until it disturbed +and irritated him. He moved restlessly in his bath, listened a moment, +then, with intent to make an end of the interruption, he raised a +hoarse, croaking voice to inquire what might be taking place. + +The door opened, and Simonne, his mistress and household drudge, entered +the room. She was fully twenty years younger than himself, and under the +slattern appearance which life in that house had imposed upon her there +were vestiges of a certain comeliness. + +"There is a young woman here from Caen, who demands insistently to see +you upon a matter of national importance." + +The dull eyes kindle at the mention of Caen; interest quickens in that +leaden-hued countenance. Was it not in Caen that those old foes of his, +the Girondins, were stirring up rebellion? + +"She says," Simonne continued, "that she wrote a letter to you this +morning, and she brings you a second note herself. I have told her that +you will not receive anyone, and..." + +"Give me the note," he snapped. Setting down his pen, he thrust out an +unclean paw to snatch the folded sheet from Simonne's hand. He spread +it, and read, his bloodless lips compressed, his eyes narrowing to +slits. + +"Let her in," he commanded sharply, and Simonne obeyed him without more +ado. She admitted Charlotte, and left them alone together--the avenger +and her victim. For a moment each regarded the other. Marat beheld +a handsome young woman, elegantly attired. But these things had no +interest for the People's Friend. What to him was woman and the lure of +beauty? Charlotte beheld a feeble man of a repulsive hideousness, and +was full satisfied, for in this outward loathsomeness she imagined a +confirmation of the vileness of the mind she was come to blot out. + +Then Marat spoke. "So you are from Caen, child?" he said. "And what is +doing in Caen that makes you so anxious to see me?" + +She approached him. + +"Rebellion is stirring there, Citizen Marat." + +"Rebellion, ha!" It was a sound between a laugh and a croak. "Tell me +what deputies are sheltered in Caen. Come, child, their names." He took +up and dipped his quill, and drew a sheet of paper towards him. + +She approached still nearer; she came to stand close beside him, erect +and calm. She recited the names of her friends, the Girondins, whilst +hunched there in his bath his pen scratched briskly. + +"So many for the guillotine," he snarled, when it was done. + +But whilst he was writing, she had drawn the knife from her fichu, and +as he uttered those words of doom to others his own doom descended upon +him in a lightning stroke. Straight driven by that strong young arm, the +long, stout blade was buried to its black hilt in his breast. + +He looked at her with eyes in which there was a faint surprise as he +sank back. Then he raised his voice for the last time. + +"Help, chére amie! Help!" he cried, and was for ever silent. + +The hand still grasping the pen trailed on the ground beside the bath at +the end of his long, emaciated arm. His body sank sideways in the same +direction, the head lolling nervelessly upon his right shoulder, whilst +from the great rent in his breast the blood gushed forth, embruing +the water of his bath, trickling to the brick-paved floor, +bespattering--symbolically almost--a copy of L'Ami du Peuple, the +journal to which he had devoted so much of his uneasy life. + +In answer to that cry of his came now Simonne in haste. A glance +sufficed to reveal to her the horrible event, and, like a tigress, she +sprang upon the unresisting slayer, seizing her by the head, and calling +loudly the while for assistance. Came instantly from the anteroom +Jeanne, the old cook, the Fortress of the house, and Laurent Basse, a +folder of Marat's paper; and now Charlotte found herself confronted +by four maddened, vociferous beings, at whose hands she may well have +expected to receive the death for which she was prepared. + +Laurent, indeed, snatched up a chair, and felled her by a blow of it +across her head. He would, no doubt, have proceeded in his fury to +have battered her to death, but for the arrival of gens d'armes and the +police commissioner of the district, who took her in their protecting +charge. + +The soul of Paris was convulsed by the tragedy when it became known. +All night terror and confusion were abroad. All night the revolutionary +rabble, in angry grief, surged about and kept watch upon the house +wherein the People's Friend lay dead. + +That night, and for two days and nights thereafter, Charlotte Corday lay +in the Prison of the Abbaye, supporting with fortitude the indignities +that for a woman were almost inseparable from revolutionary +incarceration. She preserved throughout her imperturbable calm, based +now upon a state of mind content in the contemplation of accomplished +purpose, duty done. She had saved France, she believed; saved Liberty, +by slaying the man who would have strangled it. In that illusion she +was content. Her own life was a small price to pay for the splendid +achievement. + +Some of her time of waiting she spent in writing letters to her friends, +in which tranquilly and sanely she dwelt upon what she had done, +expounding fully the motives that had impelled her, dwelling upon +the details of the execution, and of all that had followed. Among the +letters written by her during those "days of the preparation of peace +"--as she calls that period, dating in such terms a long epistle to +Barbaroux--was one to the Committee of Public Safety, in which she begs +that a miniature-painter may be sent to her to paint her portrait, so +that she may leave this token of remembrance to her friends. It is only +in this, as the end approaches, that we see in her conduct any thought +for her own self, any suggestion that she is anything more than a +instrument in the hands of Fate. + +On the 15th, at eight o'clock in the morning, her trial began before the +Revolutionary Tribunal. A murmur ran through the hall as she appeared in +her gown of grey-striped dimity, composed and calm--always calm. + +The trial opened with the examination of witnesses; into that of the +cutler, who had sold her the knife, she broke impatiently. + +"These details are a waste of time. It is I who killed Marat." + +The audience gasped, and rumbled ominously. Montane turned to examine +her. + +"What was the object of your visit to Paris?" he asks. + +"To kill Marat." + +"What motives induced you to this horrible deed?" + +"His many crimes." + +"Of what crimes do you accuse him?" + +"That he instigated the massacre of September; that he kept alive the +fires of civil war, so that he might be elected dictator; that he sought +to infringe upon the sovereignty of the People by causing the arrest and +imprisonment of the deputies to the Convention on May 31st." + +"What proof have you of this?" + +"The future will afford the proof. Marat hid his designs behind a mask +of patriotism." + +Montane shifted the ground of his interrogatory. + +"Who were your accomplices in this atrocious act?" + +"I have none." + +Montane shook his head. "You cannot convince anyone that a person of +your age and sex could have conceived such a crime unless instigated by +some person or persons whom you are unwilling to name." + +Charlotte almost smiled. "That shows but a poor knowledge of the human +heart. It is easier to carry out such a project upon the strength of +one's own hatred than upon that of others." And then, raising her voice, +she proclaimed: "I killed one man to save a hundred thousand; I killed +a villain to save innocents; I killed a savage wild-beast to give repose +to France. I was a Republican before the Revolution. I never lacked for +energy." + +What more was there to say? Her guilt was completely established. Her +fearless self-obssession was not to be ruffled. Yet Fouquier-Tinville, +the dread prosecutor, made the attempt. Beholding her so virginal and +fair and brave, feeling perhaps that the Tribunal had not had the best +of it, he sought with a handful of revolutionary filth to restore the +balance. He rose slowly, his ferrety eyes upon her. + +"How many children have you had?" he rasped, sardonic, his tone a slur, +an insult. + +Faintly her cheeks crimsoned. But her voice was composed, disdainful, as +she answered coldly: + +"Have I not stated that I am not married?" + +A leer, a dry laugh, a shrug from Tinville to complete the impression he +sought to convey, and he sat down again. + +It was the turn of Chauveau de la Garde, the advocate instructed +to defend her. But what defence was possible? And Chauveau had been +intimidated. He had received a note from the jury ordering him to remain +silent, another from the President bidding him declare her mad. + +Yet Chauveau took a middle course. His brief speech is admirable; it +satisfied his self-respect, without derogating from his client. It +uttered the whole truth. + +"The prisoner," he said, "confesses with calm the horrible crime she has +committed; she confesses with calm its premeditation; she confesses its +most dreadful details; in short, she confesses everything, and does +not seek to justify herself. That, citizens of the jury, is her whole +defence. This imperturbable calm, this utter abnegation of self, which +displays no remorse even in the very presence of death, are contrary +to nature. They can only be explained by the excitement of political +fanaticism which armed her hand. It is for you, citizens of the jury, to +judge what weight that moral consideration should have in the scales of +justice." + +The jury voted her guilty, and Tinville rose to demand the full sentence +of the law. + +It was the end. She was removed to the Conciergerie, the antechamber +of the guillotine. A constitutional priest was sent to her, but +she dismissed him with thanks, not requiring his ministrations. +She preferred the painter Hauer, who had received the Revolutionary +Tribunal's permission to paint her portrait in accordance with her +request. And during the sitting, which lasted half an hour, she +conversed with him quietly on ordinary topics, the tranquillity of +her spirit unruffled by any fear of the death that was so swiftly +approaching. + +The door opened, and Sanson, the public executioner, came in. He carried +the red smock worn by those convicted of assassination. She showed no +dismay; no more, indeed, than a faint surprise that the time spent with +Hauer should have gone so quickly. She begged for a few moments in +which to write a note, and, the request being granted, acquitted herself +briskly of that task, then announcing herself ready, she removed her +cap that Sanson might cut her luxuriant hair. Yet first, taking +his scissors, she herself cut off a lock and gave it to Hauer for +remembrance. When Sanson would have bound her hands, she begged that she +might be allowed to wear gloves, as her wrists were bruised and cut by +the cord with which she had been pinioned in Marat's house. He answered +that she might do so if she wished, but that it was unnecessary, as he +could bind her without causing pain. + +"To be sure," she said, "those others had not your experience," and she +proffered her bare wrists to his cord without further demur. "If this +toilet of death is performed by rude hands," she commented, "at least it +leads to immortality." + +She mounted the tumbril awaiting in the prison yard, and, disdaining +the chair offered her by Sanson, remained standing, to show herself +dauntless to the mob and brave its rage. And fierce was that rage, +indeed. So densely thronged were the streets that the tumbril proceeded +at a crawl, and the people surging about the cart screamed death and +insult at the doomed woman. It took two hours to reach the Place de la +Révolution, and meanwhile a terrific summer thunderstorm had broken +over Paris, and a torrential rain had descended upon the densely packed +streets. Charlotte's garments were soaked through and through, so that +her red smock, becoming glued now to her body and fitting her like a +skin, threw into relief its sculptural beauty, whilst a reflection of +the vivid crimson of the garment faintly tinged her cheeks, and thus +heightened her appearance of complete composure. + +And it is now in the Rue St. Honoré that at long last we reach the +opening of our tragic love-story. + +A tall, slim, fair young man, named Adam Lux--sent to Paris by the +city of Mayence as Deputy Extraordinary to the National Convention--was +standing there in the howling press of spectators. He was an +accomplished, learned young gentleman, doctor at once of philosophy +and of medicine, although in the latter capacity he had never practiced +owing to an extreme sensibility of nature, which rendered anatomical +work repugnant to him. He was a man of a rather exalted imagination, +unhappily married--the not uncommon fate of such delicate +temperaments--and now living apart from his wife. He had heard, as all +Paris had heard, every detail of the affair, and of the trial, and he +waited there, curious to see this woman, with whose deed he was secretly +in sympathy. + +The tumbril slowly approached, the groans and execrations swelled up +around him, and at last he beheld her--beautiful, serene, full of +life, a still smile upon her lips. For a long moment he gazed upon her, +standing as if stricken into stone. Then heedless of those about him, +he bared his head, and thus silently saluted and paid homage to her. She +did not see him. He had not thought that she would. He saluted her as +the devout salute the unresponsive image of a saint. The tumbril crawled +on. He turned his head, and followed her with his eyes for awhile; then, +driving his elbows into the ribs of those about him, he clove himself a +passage through the throng, and so followed, bare-headed now, with fixed +gaze, a man entranced. + +He was at the foot of the scaffold when her head fell. To the last he +had seen that noble countenance preserve its immutable calm, and in +the hush that followed the sibilant fall of the great knife his voice +suddenly rang out. + +"She is greater than Brutus!" was his cry; and he added, addressing +those who stared at him in stupefaction: "It were beautiful to have died +with her!" + +He was suffered to depart unmolested. Chiefly, perhaps because at that +moment the attention of the crowd was upon the executioner's attendant, +who, in holding up Charlotte's truncated head, slapped the cheek with +his hand. The story runs that the dead face reddened under the blow. +Scientists of the day disputed over this, some arguing from it a proof +that consciousness does not at once depart the brain upon decapitation. + +That night, while Paris slept, its walls were secretly placarded with +copies of a eulogy of Charlotte Corday, the martyr of Republicanism, the +deliverer of France, in which occurs the comparison with Joan of Arc, +that other great heroine of France. This was the work of Adam Lux. +He made no secret of it. The vision of her had so wrought upon the +imagination of this susceptible dreamer, had fired his spirit with such +enthusiasm, that he was utterly reckless in yielding to his emotions, in +expressing the phrenetic, immaterial love with which in her last moments +of life she had inspired him. + +Two days after her execution he issued a long manifesto, in which he +urged the purity of her motive as the fullest justification of her act, +placed her on the level of Brutus and Cato, and passionately demanded +for her the honour and veneration of posterity. It is in this manifesto +that he applies euphemistically to her deed the term "tyrannicide." That +document he boldly signed with his own name, realizing that he would pay +for that temerity with his life. + +He was arrested on the 24th of July--exactly a week from the day on +which he had seen her die. He had powerful friends, and they exerted +themselves to obtain for him a promise of pardon and release if he would +publicly retract what he had written. But he laughed the proposal to +scorn, ardently resolved to follow into death the woman who had aroused +the hopeless, immaterial love that made his present torment. + +Still his friends strove for him. His trial was put off. A doctor named +Wetekind was found to testify that Adam Lux was mad, that the sight of +Charlotte Corday had turned his head. He wrote a paper on this plea, +recommending that clemency be shown to the young doctor on the score of +his affliction, and that he should be sent to a hospital or to America. +Adam Lux was angry when he heard of this, and protested indignantly +against the allegations of Dr. Wetekind. He wrote to the Journal de la +Montagne, which published his declaration on the 26th of September, to +the effect that he was not mad enough to desire to live, and that his +anxiety to meet death half-way was a crowning proof of his sanity. + +He languished on in the prison of La Force until the 10th of October, +when at last he was brought to trial. He stood it joyously, in a mood of +exultation at his approaching deliverance. He assured the court that he +did not fear the guillotine, and that all ignominy had been removed from +such a death by the pure blood of Charlotte. + +They sentenced him to death, and he thanked them for the boon. + +"Forgive me, sublime Charlotte," he exclaimed, "if I should find it +impossible to exhibit at the last the courage and gentleness that were +yours. I glory in your superiority, for it is right that the adored +should be above the adorer." + +Yet his courage did not fail him. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Historical Nights Entertainment, Second Series + +Author: Rafael Sabatini + +Release Date: March 5, 2009 [EBook #7949] +Last Updated: March 10, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS *** + + + + +Produced by J. C. Byers, Abdulh Ameed Alhassan, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENT, SECOND SERIES + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Rafael Sabatini + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + To David Whitelaw + </p> + <p> + My Dear David, + </p> + <p> + Since the narratives collected here as well as in the preceding volume + under the title of the Historical Nights Entertainment—narratives + originally published in The Premier Magazine, which you so ably edit—owe + their being to your suggestion, it is fitting that some acknowledgment of + the fact should be made. To what is hardly less than a duty, allow me to + add the pleasure of dedicating to you, in earnest of my friendship and + esteem, not merely this volume, but the work of which this volume is the + second. + </p> + <p> + Sincerely yours, + </p> + <p> + Rafael Sabatini + </p> + <p> + London, June, 1919. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + Contents + </h2> + <p> + <a href="#link2H_PREF"> Preface </a><br /> + </p> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> I. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE ABSOLUTION + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> II. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> III. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> IV. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> V. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE END OF THE “VERT GALANT” + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> VI. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE BARREN WOOING + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> VII. </a> + </td> + <td> + SIR JUDAS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> VIII. </a> + </td> + <td> + HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> IX. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE PATH OF EXILE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> X. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> XI. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE TYRANNICIDE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Preface + </h2> + <p> + The kindly reception accorded to the first volume of the Historical Nights + Entertainment, issued in December of 1917, has encouraged me to prepare + the second series here assembled. + </p> + <p> + As in the case of the narratives that made up the first volume, I set out + again with the same ambitious aim of adhering scrupulously in every + instance to actual, recorded facts; and once again I find it desirable at + the outset to reveal how far the achievement may have fallen short of the + admitted aim. + </p> + <p> + On the whole, I have to confess to having allowed myself perhaps a wider + latitude, and to having taken greater liberties than was the case with the + essays constituting the previous collection. This, however, applies, where + applicable, to the parts rather than to the whole. + </p> + <p> + The only entirely apocryphal narrative here included is the first—“The + Absolution.” This is one of those stories which, if resting upon no + sufficient authority to compel its acceptance, will, nevertheless, resist + all attempts at final refutation, having its roots at least in the soil of + fact. It is given in the rather discredited Portuguese chronicles of + Acenheiro, and finds place, more or less as related here, in Duarte + Galvao's “Chronicle of Affonso Henriques,” whence it was taken by the + Portuguese historical writer, Alexandre Herculano, to be included in his + “Lendas e Narrativas.” If it is to be relegated to the Limbo of the ben + trovato, at least I esteem it to afford us a precious glimpse of the naive + spirit of the age in which it is set, and find in that my justification + for including it. + </p> + <p> + The next to require apology is “His Insolence of Buckingham,” but only in + so far as the incident of the diamond studs is concerned. The remainder of + the narrative, the character of Buckingham, the details of his embassy to + Paris, and the particulars of his audacious courtship of Anne of Austria, + rest upon unassailable evidence. I would have omitted the very apocryphal + incident of the studs, but that I considered it of peculiar interest as + revealing the source of the main theme of one of the most famous + historical romances ever written—“The Three Musketeers.” I give the + story as related by La Rochefoucauld in his “Memoirs,” whence Alexandre + Dumas culled it that he might turn it to such excellent romantic account. + In La Rochefoucauld's narrative it is the painter Gerbier who, in a far + less heroic manner, plays the part assigned by Dumas to d'Artagnan, and it + is the Countess of Carlisle who carries out the political theft which + Dumas attributes to Milady. For the rest, I do not invite you to attach + undue credit to it, which is not, however, to say that I account it wholly + false. + </p> + <p> + In the case of “The <i>Hermosa Fembra</i>” I confess to having blended + together into one single narrative two historical episodes closely + connected in time and place. Susan's daughter was, in fact, herself the + betrayer of her father, and it was in penitence for that unnatural act + that she desired her skull to be exhibited as I describe. Into the story + of Susan's daughter I have woven that of another New-Christian girl, who, + like the Hermosa Fembra, her taken a Castilian lover—in this case a + youth of the house of Guzman. This youth was driven into concealment in + circumstances more or less as I describe them. He overheard the judaizing + of several New-Christians there assembled, and bore word of it at once to + Ojeda. The two episodes were separated in fact by an interval of three + years, and the first afforded Ojeda a strong argument for the institution + of the Holy Office in Seville. Between the two there are many points of + contact, and each supplies what the other lacks to make an interesting + narrative having for background the introduction of the Inquisition to + Castile. The denouement I supply is entirely fictitious, and the + introduction of Torquemada is quite arbitrary. Ojeda was the inquisitor + who dealt with both cases. But if there I stray into fiction, at least I + claim to have sketched a faithful portrait of the Grand Inquisitor as I + know him from fairly exhaustive researches into his life and times. + </p> + <p> + The story of the False Demetrius is here related from the point of view of + my adopted solution of what is generally regarded as a historical mystery. + The mystery lies, of course, in the man's identity. He has been held by + some to have been the unfrocked monk, Grishka Otropiev, by others to have + been a son of Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. I am not aware that the + theory that he was both at one and the same time has ever been put + forward, and whilst admitting that it is speculative, yet I claim that no + other would appear so aptly to fit all the known facts of his career or to + shed light upon its mysteries. + </p> + <p> + Undoubtedly I have allowed myself a good deal of licence and speculation + in treating certain unwitnessed scenes in “The Barren Wooing.” But the + theory that I develop in it to account for the miscarriage of the + matrimonial plans of Queen Elizabeth and Robert Dudley seems to me to be + not only very fully warranted by de Quadra's correspondence, but the only + theory that will convincingly explain the events. Elizabeth, as I show, + was widely believed to be an accessory to the murder of Amy Robsart. But + in carefully following her words and actions at that critical time, as + reported by de Quadra, my reading of the transaction is as given here. The + most damning fact against Elizabeth was held to be her own statement to de + Quadra on the eve of Lady Robert Dudley's murder to the effect that Lady + Robert was “already dead, or very nearly so.” This foreknowledge of the + fate of that unfortunate lady has been accepted as positive evidence that + the Queen was a party to the crime at Cumnor, which was to set her lover + free to marry again. Far from that, however, I account it positive proof + of Elizabeth's innocence of any such part in the deed. Elizabeth was far + too crafty and clear-sighted not to realize how her words must incriminate + her afterwards if she knew that the murder of Lady Robert was projected. + She must have been merely repeating what Dudley himself had told her; and + what he must have told her—and she believed—was that his wife + was at the point of a natural death. Similarly, Dudley would not have told + her this, unless his aim had been to procure his wife's removal by means + which would admit of a natural interpretation. Difficulties encountered, + much as I relate them—and for which there is abundant evidence—drove + his too-zealous agents to rather desperate lengths, and thus brought + suspicion, not only upon the guilty Dudley, but also upon the innocent + Queen. The manner of Amy's murder is pure conjecture; but it should not be + far from what actually took place. The possibility of an accident—extraordinarily + and suspiciously opportune for Dudley as it would have been—could + not be altogether ruled out but for the further circumstance that Lady + Robert had removed everybody from Cumnor on that day. To what can this + point—unless we accept an altogether incredible chain of coincidence—but + to some such plotting as I here suggest? + </p> + <p> + In the remaining six essays in this volume the liberties taken with the + absolute facts are so slight as to require no apology or comment. + </p> + <p> + R. S. + </p> + <p> + London, June, 1919. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_TOC" id="link2H_TOC"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h3> + Detailed Contents + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I. THE ABSOLUTION + Affonso Henriques, First King of Portugal + II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville + IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + V. THE END OF THE VERT GALANT + The Assassination of Henry IV + VI. THE BARREN WOOING + The Murder of Amy Robsart + VII. SIR JUDAS + The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + George Villiers' Courtship of Anne of Austria + IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + The Fall of Lord Clarendon + X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + Count Philip KĂśnigsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Marat +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. THE ABSOLUTION + </h2> + <h3> + Aftonso Henriques, first King of Portugal + </h3> + <p> + In 1093 the Moors of the Almoravide dynasty, under the Caliph Yusuf, swept + irresistibly upwards into the Iberian Peninsula, recapturing Lisbon and + Santarem in the west, and pushing their conquest as far as the river + Mondego. + </p> + <p> + To meet this revival of Mohammedan power, Alfonso VI. Of Castile summoned + the chivalry of Christendom to his aid. Among the knights who answered the + call was Count Henry of Burgundy (grandson of Robert, first Duke of + Burgundy) to whom Alfonso gave his natural daughter Theresa in marriage, + together with the Counties of Oporto and Coimbra, with the title of Count + of Portugal. + </p> + <p> + That is the first chapter of the history of Portugal. + </p> + <p> + Count Henry fought hard to defend his southern frontiers from the + incursion of the Moors until his death in 1114. Thereafter his widow + Theresa became Regent of Portugal during the minority of their son, + Affonso Henriques. A woman of great energy, resource and ambition, she + successfully waged war against the Moors, and in other ways laid the + foundations upon which her son was to build the Kingdom of Portugal. But + her passionate infatuation for one of her knights—Don Fernando Peres + de Trava—and the excessive honours she bestowed upon him, made + enemies for her in the new state, and estranged her from her son. + </p> + <p> + In 1127 Alfonso VII. of Castile invaded Portugal, compelling Theresa to + recognize him as her suzerain. But Affonso Henriques, now aged seventeen—and + declared by the citizens of the capital to be of age and competent to + reign—incontinently refused to recognize the submission made by his + mother, and in the following year assembled an army for the purpose of + expelling her and her lover from the country. The warlike Theresa resisted + until defeated in the battle of San Mamede and taken prisoner. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + He was little more than a boy, although four years were sped already + since, as a mere lad of fourteen, he had kept vigil throughout the night + over his arms in the Cathedral of Zamora, preparatory to receiving the + honour of knighthood at the hands of his cousin, Alfonso VII. of Castile. + Yet already he was looked upon as the very pattern of what a Christian + knight should be, worthy son of the father who had devoted his life to + doing battle against the Infidel, wheresoever he might be found. He was + well-grown and tall, and of a bodily strength that is almost a byword to + this day in that Portugal of which he was the real founder and first king. + He was skilled beyond the common wont in all knightly exercises of arms + and horsemanship, and equipped with far more learning—though much of + it was ill-digested, as this story will serve to show—than the + twelfth century considered useful or even proper in a knight. And he was + at least true to his time in that he combined a fervid piety with a + weakness of the flesh and an impetuous arrogance that was to bring him + under the ban of greater excommunication at the very outset of his reign. + </p> + <p> + It happened that his imprisonment of his mother was not at all pleasing in + the sight of Rome. Dona Theresa had powerful friends, who so used their + influence at the Vatican on her behalf that the Holy Father—conveniently + ignoring the provocation she had given and the scandalous, unmotherly + conduct of which she had been guilty—came to consider the behaviour + of the Infante of Portugal as reprehensibly unfilial, and commanded him to + deliver Dona Theresa at once from duress. + </p> + <p> + This Papal order, backed by a threat of excommunication in the event of + disobedience, was brought to the young prince by the Bishop of Coimbra, + whom he counted among his friends. + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques, ever impetuous and quick to anger, flushed scarlet when + he heard that uncompromising message. His dark eyes smouldered as they + considered the aged prelate. + </p> + <p> + “You come here to bid me let loose again upon this land of Portugal that + author of strife, to deliver over the people once more to the oppression + of the Lord of Trava?” he asked. “And you tell me that unless by obeying + this command I am false to the duty I owe this country, you will launch + the curse of Rome against me? You tell me this?” + </p> + <p> + The bishop, deeply stirred, torn between his duty to the Holy See and his + affection for his prince, bowed his head and wrung his hands. “What choice + have I?” he asked, on a quavering note. + </p> + <p> + “I raised you from the dust.” Thunder was rumbling in the prince's voice. + “Myself I placed the episcopal ring upon your finger.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord, my lord! Could I forget? All that I have I owe to you—save + only my soul, which I owe to God; my faith, which I owe to Christ; and my + obedience, which I owe to our Holy Father the Pope.” + </p> + <p> + The prince considered him in silence, mastering his passionate, impetuous + nature. “Go,” he growled at last. + </p> + <p> + The prelate bowed his head, his eyes not daring to meet his prince's. + </p> + <p> + “God keep you, lord,” he almost sobbed, and so went out. + </p> + <p> + But though stirred by his affection for the prince to whom he owed so + much, though knowing in his inmost heart that Affonso Henriques was in the + right, the Bishop of Coimbra did not swerve from his duty to Rome, which + was as plain as it was unpalatable. Betimes next morning word was brought + to Affonso Henriques in the Alcazar of Coimbra that a parchment was nailed + to the door of the Cathedral, setting forth his excommunication, and that + the Bishop—either out of fear or out of sorrow—had left the + city, journeying northward towards Oporto. + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques passed swiftly from incredulity to anger; then almost as + swiftly came to a resolve, which was as mad and harebrained as could have + been expected from a lad in his eighteenth year who held the reins of + power. Yet by its very directness and its superb ignoring of all + obstacles, legal and canonical, it was invested with a certain wild + sanity. + </p> + <p> + In full armour, a white cloak simply embroidered in gold at the edge and + knotted at the shoulder, he rode to the Cathedral, attended by his + half-brother Pedro Affonso, and two of his knights, Emigio Moniz and + Sancho Nunes. There on the great iron-studded doors he found, as he had + been warned, the Roman parchment pronouncing him accursed, its sonorous + Latin periods set forth in a fine round clerkly hand. + </p> + <p> + He swung down from his great horse and clanked up the Cathedral steps, his + attendants following. He had for witnesses no more than a few loiterers, + who had paused at sight of their prince. + </p> + <p> + The interdict had so far attracted no attention, for in the twelfth + century the art of letters was a mystery to which there were few + initiates. + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques tore the sheepskin from its nails, and crumpled it in + his hand; then he passed into the Cathedral, and thence came out presently + into the cloisters. Overhead a bell was clanging by his orders, summoning + the chapter. + </p> + <p> + To the Infante, waiting there in the sun-drenched close, came presently + the canons, austere, aloof, majestic in their unhurried progress through + the fretted cloisters, with flowing garments and hands tucked into their + wide sleeves before them. In a semi-circle they arrayed themselves before + him, and waited impassively to learn his will. Overhead the bell had + ceased. + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques wasted no words. + </p> + <p> + “I have summoned you,” he announced, “to command that you proceed to the + election of a bishop.” + </p> + <p> + A rustle stirred through the priestly throng. The canons looked askance at + the prince and at one another. Then one of them spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Habemus episcopum,” he said gravely, and several instantly made chorus: + “We have a bishop.” + </p> + <p> + The eyes of the young sovereign kindled. “You are wrong,” he told them. + “You had a bishop, but he is here no longer. He has deserted his see, + after publishing this shameful thing.” And he held aloft the crumpled + interdict. “As I am a God-fearing, Christian knight, I will not live under + this ban. Since the bishop who excommunicated me is gone, you will at once + elect another in his place who shall absolve me.” + </p> + <p> + They stood before him, silent and impassive, in their priestly dignity, + and in their assurance that the law was on their side. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” the boy growled at them. + </p> + <p> + “Habemus episcopum,” droned a voice again. + </p> + <p> + “Amen,” boomed in chorus through the cloisters. + </p> + <p> + “I tell you that your bishop is gone,” he insisted, his voice quivering + now with anger, “and I tell you that he shall not return, that he shall + never set foot again within my city of Coimbra. Proceed you therefore at + once to the election of his successor.” + </p> + <p> + “Lord,” he was answered coldly by one of them, “no such election is + possible or lawful.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you dare stand before my face, and tell me this?” he roared, + infuriated by their cold resistance. He flung out an arm in a gesture of + terrible dismissal. “Out of my sight, you proud and evil men! Back to your + cells, to await my pleasure. Since in your arrogant, stiff-necked pride + you refuse to do my will, you shall receive the bishop I shall myself + select.” + </p> + <p> + He was so terrific in his rage that they dared not tell him that he had no + power, prince though he might be, to make such an election, bowed to him, + ever impassively, and with their hands still folded, unhurried as they had + come, they now turned and filed past him in departure. + </p> + <p> + He watched them with scowling brows and tightened lips, Moniz and Nunes + silent behind him. Suddenly those dark, watchful eyes of his were held by + the last figure of all in that austere procession—a tall, gaunt + young man, whose copper-coloured skin and hawk-featured face proclaimed + his Moorish blood. Instantly, maliciously, it flashed through the prince's + boyish mind how he might make of this man an instrument to humble the + pride of that insolent clergy. He raised his hand, and beckoned the cleric + to him. + </p> + <p> + “What is your name?” he asked him. + </p> + <p> + “I am called Zuleyman, lord,” he was answered, and the name confirmed—where, + indeed, no confirmation was necessary—the fellow's Moorish origin. + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques laughed. It would be an excellent jest to thrust upon + these arrogant priests, who refused to appoint a bishop of their choice, a + bishop who was little better than a blackamoor. + </p> + <p> + “Don Zuleyman,” said the prince, “I name you Bishop of Coimbra in the room + of the rebel who has fled. You will prepare to celebrate High Mass this + morning, and to pronounce my absolution.” + </p> + <p> + The Christianized Moor fell back a step, his face paling under its copper + skin to a sickly grey. In the background, the hindmost members of the + retreating clerical procession turned and stood at gaze, angered and + scandalized by what they heard, which was indeed a thing beyond belief. + </p> + <p> + “Ah no, my lord! Ah no!” Don Zuleyman was faltering. “Not that!” + </p> + <p> + The prospect terrified him, and in his agitation he had recourse to Latin. + “Domine, non sum dignus,” he cried, and beat his breast. + </p> + <p> + But the uncompromising Affonso Henriques gave him back Latin for Latin. + </p> + <p> + “Dixi—I have spoken!” he answered sternly. “Do not fail me in + obedience, on your life.” And on that he clanked out again with his + attendants, well-pleased with his morning's work. + </p> + <p> + As he had disposed with boyish, almost irresponsible rashness, and in + flagrant contravention of all canon law, so it fell out. Don Zuleyman, + wearing the bishop's robes and the bishop's mitre, intoned the Kyrie + Eleison before noon that day in the Cathedral of Coimbra, and pronounced + the absolution of the Infante of Portugal, who knelt so submissively and + devoutly before him. + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques was very pleased with himself. He made a jest of the + affair, and invited his intimates to laugh with him. But Emigio Moniz and + the elder members of his council refused to laugh. They looked with awe + upon a deed that went perilously near to sacrilege, and implored him to + take their own sober view of the thing he had done. + </p> + <p> + “By the bones of St. James!” he cried. “A prince is not to be brow-beaten + by a priest.” + </p> + <p> + Such a view in the twelfth century was little short of revolutionary. The + chapter of the Cathedral of Coimbra held the converse opinion that priests + were not to be browbeaten by a prince, and set themselves to make Affonso + Henriques realize this to his bitter cost. They dispatched to Rome an + account of his unconscionable, high-handed, incredible sacrilege, and + invited Rome to administer condign spiritual flagellation upon this errant + child of Mother Church. Rome made haste to vindicate her authority, and + dispatched a legate to the recalcitrant, audacious boy who ruled in + Portugal. But the distance being considerable, and means of travel + inadequate and slow, it was not until Don Zuleyman had presided in the See + of Coimbra for a full two months that the Papal Legate made his appearance + in Affonso Henriques' capital. + </p> + <p> + A very splendid Prince of the Church was Cardinal Corrado, the envoy + dispatched by Pope Honorius II., full armed with apostolic weapons to + reduce the rebellious Infante of Portugal into proper subjection. + </p> + <p> + His approach was heralded by the voice of rumour. Affonso Henriques heard + of it without perturbation. His conscience at ease in the absolution which + he had wrung from Mother Church after his own fashion, he was entirely + absorbed in preparations for a campaign against the Moors which was to + widen his dominions. Therefore when at length the thunderbolt descended, + it fell—so far as he was concerned—from a sky entirely clear. + </p> + <p> + It was towards dusk of a summer evening when the legate, in a litter slung + in line between two mules, entered Coimbra. He was attended by two + nephews, Giannino and Pierluigi da Corrado, both patricians of Rome, and a + little knot of servants. Empanoplied in his sacred office, the cardinal + had no need of the protection of men-at-arms upon a journey through + god-fearing lands. + </p> + <p> + He was borne straight to the old Moorish palace where the Infante resided, + and came upon him there amid a numerous company in the great pillared + hall. Against a background of battle trophies, livid weapons, implements + of war, and suits of mail both Saracen and Christian, with which the bare + walls were hung, moved a gaily-clad, courtly gathering of nobles and their + women-folk, when the great cardinal, clad from head to foot in scarlet, + entered unannounced. + </p> + <p> + Laughter rippled into silence. A hush descended upon the company, which + stood now at gaze, considering the imposing and unbidden guest. Slowly the + legate, followed by the two Roman youths, advanced down the hall, the soft + pad of his slippered feet and the rustle of his silken robes being at + first the only sound. On he came, until he stood before the shallow dais, + where in a massively carved chair sat the Infante of Portugal, + mistrustfully observing him. Affonso Henriques scented here an enemy, an + ally of his mother's, the bearer of a fresh declaration of hostilities. + Therefore of deliberate purpose he kept his seat, as if to stress the fact + that here he was the master. + </p> + <p> + “Lord Cardinal,” he greeted the legate, “be welcome to my land of + Portugal.” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal bowed stiffly, resentful of this reception. In his long + journey across the Spains, princes and nobles had flocked to kiss his + hand, and bend the knee before him, seeking his blessing. Yet this mere + boy, beardless save for a silky down about his firm young cheeks, retained + his seat and greeted him with no more submissiveness than if he had been + the envoy of some temporal prince. + </p> + <p> + “I am the representative of our Holy Father,” he announced, in a voice of + stern reproof. “I am from Rome, with these my well-beloved nephews.” + </p> + <p> + “From Rome?” quoth Affonso Henriques. For all his length of limb and + massive thews he could be impish upon occasion. He was impish now. + “Although no good has ever yet come to me from Rome, you make me hopeful. + His Holiness will have heard of the preparations I am making for a war + against the Infidel that shall carry the Cross where now stands the + Crescent, and sends me perhaps, a gift of gold or assist me in this holy + work.” + </p> + <p> + The mockery of it stung the legate sharply. His sallow, ascetic face + empurpled. + </p> + <p> + “It is not gold I bring you,” he answered, “but a lesson in the faith + which you would seem to have forgotten. I am come to teach you your + Christian duty, and to require of you immediate reparation of the + sacrilegious wrongs you have done. The Holy Father demands of you the + instant re-instatement of the Bishop of Coimbra, whom you have driven out + with threats of violence, and the degradation of the cleric you + blasphemously appointed Bishop in his stead.” + </p> + <p> + “And is that all?” quoth the boy, in a voice dangerously quiet. + </p> + <p> + “No.” Fearless in his sense of right, the legate towered before him. “It + is demanded of you further that you instantly release the lady, your + mother, from the unjust confinement in which you hold her.” + </p> + <p> + “That confinement is not unjust, as all here can witness,” the Infante + answered. “Rome may believe it, because lies have been carried to Rome. + Dona Theresa's life was a scandal, her regency an injustice to my people. + She and the infamous Lord of Trava lighted the torch of civil war in these + dominions. Learn here the truth, and carry it to Rome. Thus shall you do + worthy service.” + </p> + <p> + But the prelate was obstinate and proud. + </p> + <p> + “That is not the answer that our Holy Father awaits.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the answer that I send.” + </p> + <p> + “Rash, rebellious youth, beware!” The cardinal's anger flamed up, and his + voice swelled. “I come armed with spiritual weapons of destruction. Do not + abuse the patience of Mother Church, or you shall feel the full weight of + her wrath released against you.” + </p> + <p> + Exasperated, Affonso Henriques bounded to his feet, his face livid now + with passion, his eyes ablaze. + </p> + <p> + “Out! Away!” he cried. “Go, my lord, and go quickly, or as God watches us + I will add here and now yet another sacrilege to those of which you accuse + me.” + </p> + <p> + The prelate gathered his ample robes about him. If pale, he was entirely + calm once more. With stern dignity, he bowed to the angry youth, and so + departed, but with such outward impassivity that it would have been + difficult to say with whom lay the victory. If Affonso Henriques thought + that night that he had conquered, morning was to shatter the illusion. + </p> + <p> + He was awakened early by a chamberlain at the urgent instances of Emigio + Moniz, who was demanding immediate audience. Affonso Henriques sat up in + bed, and bade him to be admitted. + </p> + <p> + The elderly knight and faithful counsellor came in, treading heavily. His + swarthy face was overcast, his mouth set in stern lines under its grizzled + beard. + </p> + <p> + “God keep you, lord,” was his greeting, so lugubriously delivered as to + sound like a pious, but rather hopeless, wish. + </p> + <p> + “And you, Emigio,” answered him the Infante. “You are early astir. What is + the cause?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tidings, lord.” He crossed the room, unlatched and flung wide a + window. “Listen,” he bade the prince. + </p> + <p> + On the still morning air arose a sound like the drone of some gigantic + hive, or of the sea when the tide is making. Affonso Henriques recognized + it for the murmur of the multitude. + </p> + <p> + “What does it mean?” he asked, and thrust a sinewy leg from the bed. + </p> + <p> + “It means that the Papal Legate has done all that he threatened, and + something more. He has placed your city of Coimbra under a ban of + excommunication. The churches are closed, and until the ban is lifted no + priest will be found to baptize, marry, shrive or perform any other + Sacrament of Holy Church. The people are stricken with terror, knowing + that they share the curse with you. They are massing below at the gates of + the alcazar, demanding to see you that they may implore you to lift from + them the horror of this excommunication.” + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques had come to his feet by now, and he stood there staring + at the old knight, his face blenched, his stout heart clutched by fear of + these impalpable, blasting weapons that were being used against him. + </p> + <p> + “My God!” he groaned, and asked: “What must I do?” + </p> + <p> + Moniz was preternaturally grave. “It is of the first importance that the + people should be pacified.” + </p> + <p> + “But how?” + </p> + <p> + “There is one way only—by a promise that you will submit to the will + of the Holy Father, and by penance seek absolution for yourself and your + city.” + </p> + <p> + A red flush swept into the young cheeks that had been so pale. + </p> + <p> + “What?” he cried, his voice a roar. “Release my mother, depose Zuleyman, + recall that fugitive recreant who cursed me, and humble myself to seek + pardon at the hands of this insolent Italian cleric? May my bones rot, may + I roast for ever in hell-fire if I show myself such a craven! And do you + counsel it, Emigio—do you really counsel that?” He was in a towering + rage. + </p> + <p> + “Listen to that voice,” Emigio answered him, and waved a hand to the open + window. “How else will you silence it?” + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his head in + his hands. He was checkmated—and yet.... + </p> + <p> + He rose and beat his hands together, summoning chamberlain and pages to + help him dress and arm. + </p> + <p> + “Where is the legate lodged?” he asked Moniz. + </p> + <p> + “He is gone,” the knight answered him. “He left at cock-crow, taking the + road to Spain along the Mondego—so I learnt from the watch at the + River Gate.” + </p> + <p> + “How came they to open for him?” + </p> + <p> + “His office, lord, is a key that opens all doors at any hour of day or + night. They dared not detain or delay him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” grunted the Infante. “We will go after him, then.” And he made haste + to complete his dressing. Then he buckled on his great sword, and they + departed. + </p> + <p> + In the courtyard of the alcazar, he summoned Sancho Nunes and a half-dozen + men-at-arms to attend him, mounted a charger and with Emigio Moniz at his + side and the others following, he rode out across the draw-bridge into the + open space that was thronged with the clamant inhabitants of the stricken + city. + </p> + <p> + A great cry went up when he showed himself—a mighty appeal to him + for mercy and the remission of the curse. Then silence fell, a silence + that invited him to answer and give comfort. + </p> + <p> + He reined in his horse, and standing in his stirrups very tall and virile, + he addressed them. + </p> + <p> + “People of Coimbra,” he announced, “I go to obtain this city's absolution + from the ban that has been laid upon it. I shall return before sunset. + Till then do you keep the peace.” + </p> + <p> + The voice of the multitude was raised again, this time to hail him as the + father and protector of the Portuguese, and to invoke the blessing of + Heaven upon his handsome head. + </p> + <p> + Riding between Moniz and Nunes, and followed by his glittering + men-at-arms, he crossed the city and took the road along the river by + which it was known that the legate had departed. All that morning they + rode briskly amain, the Infante fasting, as he had risen, yet unconscious + of hunger and of all else but the purpose that was consuming him. He rode + in utter silence, his face set, his brows stern; and Moniz, watching him + furtively the while, wondered what thoughts were stirring in that rash, + impetuous young brain, and was afraid. + </p> + <p> + Towards noon at last they overtook the legate's party. They espied his + mule-litter at the door of an inn in a little village some ten miles + beyond the foothills of the Bussaco range. The Infante reined up sharply, + a hoarse, fierce cry escaping him, akin to that of some creature of the + wild when it espies its prey. + </p> + <p> + Moniz put forth a hand to seize his arm. + </p> + <p> + “My lord, my lord,” he cried, fearfully. “What is your purpose?” + </p> + <p> + The prince looked him between the eyes, and his lips curled in a smile + that was not altogether sweet. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to beg Cardinal Corrado to have compassion on me,” he + answered, subtly mocking, and on that he swung down from his horse, and + tossed the reins to a man-at-arms. + </p> + <p> + Into the inn he clanked, Moniz and Nunes following closely. He thrust + aside the vintner who, not knowing him, would have hindered him, great lord + though he seemed, from disturbing the holy guest who was honouring the + house. He strode on, and into the room where the Cardinal with his noble + nephews sat at dinner. + </p> + <p> + At sight of him, fearing violence, Giannino and Pierluigi came instantly + to their feet, their hands upon their daggers. But Cardinal da Corrado sat + unmoved. He looked up, a smile of ineffable gentleness upon his ascetic + face. + </p> + <p> + “I had hoped that you would come after me, my son,” he said. “If you come + a penitent, then has my prayer been heard.” + </p> + <p> + “A penitent!” cried Affonso Henriques. He laughed wickedly, and plucked + his dagger from its sheath. + </p> + <p> + Sancho Nunes, in terror, set a detaining hand upon his prince's arm. + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” he cried in a voice that shook, “you will not strike the Lord's + anointed—that were to destroy yourself for ever.” + </p> + <p> + “A curse,” said Affonso Henriques, “perishes with him that uttered it.” He + could reason loosely, you see, this hot-blooded, impetuous young cutter of + Gordian knots. “And it imports above all else that the curse should be + lifted from my city of Coimbra.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be, my son, as soon as you show penitence and a Christian + submission to the Holy Father's will,” said the undaunted Cardinal. + </p> + <p> + “God give me patience with you,” Affonso Henriques answered him. “Listen + to me now, lord Cardinal.” And he leaned forward on his dagger, burying + the point of it some inches into the deal table. “That you should punish + me with the weapons of the Faith for the sins that you allege against me I + can understand and suffer. There is reason in that, perhaps. But will you + tell me what reasons there can be in punishing a whole city for an offence + which, if it exists at all, is mine alone?—and in punishing it by a + curse so terrible that all the consolations of religion are denied those + true children of Mother Church, that no priestly office may be performed + within the city, that men and women may not approach the altars of the + Faith, that they must die unshriven with their sins upon them, and so be + damned through all eternity? Where is the reason that urges this?” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal's smile had changed from one of benignity to one of guile. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I will answer you. Out of their terror they will be moved to revolt + against you, unless you relieve them of the ban. Thus, Lord Prince, I hold + you in check. You make submission or else you are destroyed.” + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques considered him a moment. “You answer me indeed,” said + he, and then his voice swelled up in denunciation. “But this is + statecraft, not religion. And when a prince has no statecraft to match + that which is opposed to him, do you know what follows? He has recourse to + force, Lord Cardinal. You compel me to it; upon your own head the + consequences.” + </p> + <p> + The legate almost sneered. “What is the force of your poor lethal weapons + compared with the spiritual power I wield? Do you threaten me with death? + Do you think I fear it?” He rose in a surge of sudden wrath, and tore open + his scarlet robe. “Strike here with your poniard. I wear no mail. Strike + if you dare, and by the sacrilegious blow destroy yourself in this world + and the next.” + </p> + <p> + The Infante considered him. Slowly he sheathed his dagger, smiling a + little. Then he beat his hands together. His men-at-arms came in. + </p> + <p> + “Seize me those two Roman whelps,” he commanded, and pointed to Giannino + and Pierlulgi. “Seize them, and make them fast. About it!” + </p> + <p> + “Lord Prince!” cried the legate in a voice of appeal, wherein fear and + anger trembled. + </p> + <p> + It was the note of fear that heartened Affonso Henriques. “About it!” he + cried again, though needlessly, for already his men-at-arms were at grips + with the Cardinal's nephews. In a trice the kicking, biting, swearing pair + were overpowered, deprived of arms, and pinioned. The men looked to their + prince for further orders. In the background Moniz and Nunes witnessed all + with troubled countenances, whilst the Cardinal, beyond the table, white + to the lips, demanded in a quavering voice to know what violence was + intended, implored the Infante to consider, and in the same breath + threatened him with dread consequences of this affront. + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques, unmoved, pointed through the window to a stalwart oak + that stood before the inn. + </p> + <p> + “Take them out there, and hang them unshriven,” he commanded. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal swayed, and almost fell forward. He clutched the table, + speechless with terror for those lads who were as the very apple of his + eye, he who so fearlessly had bared his own breast to the steel. + </p> + <p> + The two comely Italian youths were dragged out writhing in their captors' + hands. + </p> + <p> + At last the half-swooning legate found his voice. “Lord Prince,” he + gasped. “Lord Prince... you cannot do this infamy! You cannot! I warn you + that... that...” The threat perished unuttered, slain by mounting terror. + “Mercy! Have mercy, lord! as you hope for mercy!” + </p> + <p> + “What mercy do you practice, you who preach a gospel of mercy in the + world, and cry for mercy now?” the Infante asked him. + </p> + <p> + “But this is an infamy! What harm have those poor children done? What + concern is it of theirs that I have offended you in performing my sacred + duty?” + </p> + <p> + Swift into that opening flashed the home-thrust of the Infante's answer. + </p> + <p> + “What harm have my people of Coimbra done? What concern is it of theirs + that I have offended you? Yet to master me you did not hesitate to strike + at them with the spiritual weapons that are yours. To master you I do not + hesitate to strike at your nephews with the lethal weapons that are mine. + When you shall have seen them hang you will understand the things that + argument could not make clear to you. In the vileness of my act you will + see a reflection of the vileness of your own, and perhaps your heart will + be touched, your monstrous pride abated.” + </p> + <p> + Outside, under the tree, the figures of the men-at-arms were moving. + Expeditiously, and with indifference, they went about the preparations for + the task entrusted to them. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal writhed, and fought for breath. “Lord Prince, this must not + be!” He stretched forth supplicating hands. “Lord Prince, you must release + my nephews.” + </p> + <p> + “Lord Cardinal, you must absolve my people.” + </p> + <p> + “If... if you will first make submission. My duty... to the Holy See... Oh + God! Will nothing move you?” + </p> + <p> + “When they have been hanged you will understand, and out of your own + affliction learn compassion.” The Infante's voice was so cold, his mien so + resolute that the legate despaired of conquering his purpose. Abruptly he + capitulated, even as the halters went about the necks of his two cherished + lads. + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” he screamed. “Bid them stop! The curse shall be lifted.” + </p> + <p> + Affonso Henriques opened the window with a leisureliness which to the + legate seemed to belong to the realm of nightmare. + </p> + <p> + “Wait yet a moment,” the Infante called to those outside, about whom by + now a little knot of awe-stricken villagers had gathered. Then he turned + again to Cardinal Corrado, who had sunk to his chair like a man exhausted, + and sat now panting, his elbows on the table, his head in his hands. + “Here,” said the prince, “are the terms upon which you may have their + lives: Complete absolution, and Apostolic benediction for my people and + myself this very night, I on my side making submission to the Holy + Father's will to the extent of releasing my mother from duress, with the + condition that she leaves Portugal at once and does not return. As for the + banished bishop and his successor, matters must remain as they are; but + you can satisfy your conscience on that score by yourself confirming the + appointment of Don Zuleyman. Come, my lord, I am being generous, I think. + In the enlargement of my mother I afford you the means of satisfying Rome. + If you have learnt your lesson from what I here proposed, your conscience + should satisfy you of the rest.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so,” the Cardinal answered hoarsely. “I will return with you to + Coimbra and do your will.” + </p> + <p> + Thereupon, without any tinge of mockery, but in completest sincerity in + token that the feud between them was now completely healed, Affonso + Henriques went down upon his knees, like the true and humble son of Holy + Church he accounted himself, to ask a blessing at the Cardinal's hands. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + </h2> + <h3> + Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + </h3> + <p> + The news of it first reached him whilst he sat at supper in the great hall + of his palace in the Kremlin. It came at a time when already there was + enough to distract his mind; for although the table before him was spread + and equipped as became an emperor's, the gaunt spectre of famine stalked + outside in the streets of Moscow, and men and women were so reduced by it + that cannibalism was alleged to be breaking out amongst them. + </p> + <p> + Alone, save for the ministering pages, sat Boris Godunov under the iron + lamps that made of the table, with its white napery and vessels of gold + and silver plate, an island of light in the gloom of that vast apartment. + The air was fragrant with the scent of burning pine, for although the time + of year was May, the nights were chill, and a great log-fire was blazing + on the distant hearth. To him, as he sat there, came his trusted Basmanov + with those tidings which startled him at first, seeming to herald that at + last the sword of Nemesis was swung above his sinful head. + </p> + <p> + Basmanov, a flush tinting the prominent cheek-bones of his sallow face, an + excited glitter in his long eyes, began by ordering the pages out of + earshot, then leaning forward quickly muttered forth his news. + </p> + <p> + At the first words of it, the Tsar's knife clashed into his golden + platter, and his short, powerful hands clutched the carved arms of his + great gilded chair. Quickly he controlled himself, and then as he + continued to listen he was moved to scorn, and a faint smile began to stir + under his grizzled beard. + </p> + <p> + A man had appeared in Poland—such was the burden of Basmanov's story—coming + none knew exactly whence, who claimed to be Demetrius, the son of Ivan + Vassielivitch, and lawful Tsar of Russia—Demetrius, who was believed + to have died at Uglich ten years ago, and whose remains lay buried in + Moscow, in the Church of St. Michael. This man had found shelter in + Lithuania, in the house of Prince Wisniowiecki, and thither the nobles of + Poland were now flocking to do him homage, acknowledging him the son of + Ivan the Terrible. He was said to be the living image of the dead Tsar, + save that he was swarthy and black-haired, like the dowager Tsarina, and + there were two warts on his face, such as it was remembered had disfigured + the countenance of the boy Demetrius. + </p> + <p> + Thus Basmanov, adding that he had dispatched a messenger into Lithuania to + obtain more precise confirmation of the story. That messenger—chosen + in consequence of something else that Basmanov had been told—was + Smirnoy Otrepiev. + </p> + <p> + The Tsar Boris sat back in his chair, his eyes on the gem encrusted + goblet, the stem of which his fingers were mechanically turning. There was + now no vestige of the smile on his round white face. It had grown set and + thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “Find Prince Shuiski,” he said presently, “and send him to me here.” + </p> + <p> + Upon the tale the boyar had brought him he offered now no comment. + </p> + <p> + “We will talk of this again, Basmanov,” was all he said in acknowledgment + that he had heard, and in dismissal. + </p> + <p> + But when the boyar had gone, Boris Godunov heaved himself to his feet, and + strode over to the fire, his great head sunk between his massive + shoulders. He was a short, thick-set, bow-legged man, inclining to + corpulence. He set a foot, shod in red leather reversed with ermine, upon + an andiron, and, leaning an elbow on the carved overmantel, rested his + brow against his hand. His eyes stared into the very heart of the fire, as + if they beheld there the pageant of the past, upon which his mind was + bent. + </p> + <p> + Nineteen years were sped since Ivan the Terrible had passed away, leaving + two sons, Feodor Ivanovitch, who had succeeded him, and the infant + Demetrius. Feodor, a weakling who was almost imbecile, had married Irene, + the daughter of Boris Godunov, whereby it had fallen out that Boris became + the real ruler of Russia, the power behind the throne. But his insatiable + ambition coveted still more. He must wear the crown as well as wield the + sceptre; and this could not be until the Ruric dynasty which had ruled + Russia for nearly seven centuries should be stamped out. Between himself + and the throne stood his daughter's husband and their child, and the boy + Demetrius, who had been dispatched with his mother, the dowager Tsarina, + to Uglich. The three must be removed. + </p> + <p> + Boris began with the last, and sought at first to drive him out of the + succession without bloodshed. He attempted to have him pronounced + illegitimate, on the ground that he was the son of Ivan's seventh wife + (the orthodox Church recognizing no wife as legitimate beyond the third). + But in this he failed. The memory of the terrible Tsar, the fear of him, + was still alive in superstitious Russia, and none dared to dishonour his + son. So Boris had recourse to other and surer means. He dispatched his + agents to Uglich, and presently there came thence a story that the boy, + whilst playing with a knife, had been taken with a fit of epilepsy, and + had fallen, running the blade into his throat. But it was not a story that + could carry conviction to the Muscovites, since with it came the news that + the town of Uglich had risen against the emissaries of Boris, charging + them with the murder of the boy, and killing them out of hand. + </p> + <p> + Terrible had been the vengeance which Boris had exacted. Of the luckless + inhabitants of the town two hundred were put to death by his orders, and + the rest sent into banishment beyond the Ural Mountains, whilst the + Tsarina Maria, Demetrius's mother, for having said that her boy was + murdered at the instigation of Boris, was packed off to a convent, and had + remained there ever since in close confinement. + </p> + <p> + That had been in 1591. The next to go was Feodor's infant son, and lastly—in + 1598—Feodor himself, succumbing to a mysterious illness, and leaving + Boris a clear path to the throne. But he ascended it under the burden of + his daughter's curse. Feodor's widow had boldly faced her father, boldly + accused him of poisoning her husband to gratify his remorseless ambitions, + and on a passionate appeal to God to let it be done by him as he had done + by others she had departed to a convent, swearing never to set eyes upon + him again. + </p> + <p> + The thought of her was with him now, as he stood there looking into the + heart of the fire; and perhaps it was the memory of her curse that turned + his stout heart to water, and made him afraid where there could surely be + no cause for fear. For five years now had he been Tsar of Russia, and in + these five years he had taken such a grip of power as was not lightly to + be loosened. + </p> + <p> + Long he stood there, and there he was found by the magnificent Prince + Shuiski, whom he had bidden Basmanov to summon. + </p> + <p> + “You went to Uglich when the Tsarevitch Demetrius was slain,” said Boris. + His voice and mien were calm and normal. “Yourself you saw the body. There + is no possibility that you could have been mistaken in it?” + </p> + <p> + “Mistaken?” The boyar was taken aback by the question. He was a tall man, + considerably younger than Boris, who was in his fiftieth year. His face + was lean and saturnine, and there was something sinister in the dark, + close-set eyes under a single, heavy line of eyebrow. + </p> + <p> + Boris explained his question, telling him what he had learnt from + Basmanov. Basil Shuiski laughed. The story was an absurd one. Demetrius + was dead. Himself he had held the body in his arms, and no mistake was + possible. + </p> + <p> + Despite himself, a sigh of relief fluttered from the lips of Boris. + Shuiski was right. It was an absurd story, this. There was nothing to + fear. He had been a fool to have trembled for a moment. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, in the weeks that followed, he brooded more and more over + all that Basmanov had said. It was in the thought that the nobility of + Poland was flocking to the house of Wisniowiecki to do honour to this + false son of Ivan the Terrible, that Boris found the chief cause of + uneasiness. There was famine in Moscow, and empty bellies do not make for + loyalty. Then, too, the Muscovite nobles did not love him. He had ruled + too sternly, and had curbed their power. There were men like Basil Shuiski + who knew too much—greedy, ambitious men, who might turn their + knowledge to evil account. The moment might be propitious to the + pretender, however false his claim. Therefore Boris dispatched a messenger + to Wisniowiecki with the offer of a heavy bribe if he would yield up the + person of this false Demetrius. + </p> + <p> + But that messenger returned empty-handed. He had reached Bragin too late. + The pretender had already left the place, and was safely lodged in the + castle of George Mniszek, the Palatine of Sandomir, to whose daughter + Maryna he was betrothed. If these were ill tidings for Boris, there were + worse to follow soon. Within a few months he learned from Sandomir that + Demetrius had removed to Cracow, and that there he had been publicly + acknowledged by Sigismund III. of Poland as the son of Ivan Vassielivitch, + the rightful heir to the crown of Russia. He heard, too, the story upon + which this belief was founded. Demetrius had declared that one of the + agents employed by Boris Godunov to procure his murder at Uglich had + bribed his physician Simon to perform the deed. Simon had pretended to + agree as the only means of saving him. He had dressed the son of a serf, + who slightly resembled Demetrius, in garments similar to those worn by the + young prince, and thereafter cut the lad's throat, leaving those who had + found the body to presume it to be the prince's. Meanwhile, Demetrius + himself had been concealed by the physician, and very shortly thereafter + carried away from Uglich, to be placed in safety in a monastery, where he + had been educated. + </p> + <p> + Such, in brief, was the story with which Demetrius convinced the court of + Poland, and not a few who had known the boy at Uglich came forward now to + identify with him the grown man, who carried in his face so strong a + resemblance to Ivan the Terrible. That story which Boris now heard was + soon heard by all Russia, and Boris realized that something must be done + to refute it. + </p> + <p> + But something more than assurances—his own assurances—were + necessary if the Muscovites were to believe him. And so at last Boris + bethought him of the Tsarina Maria, the mother of the murdered boy. He had + her fetched to Moscow from her convent, and told her of this pretender who + was setting up a claim to the throne of Russia, supported by the King of + Poland. + </p> + <p> + She listened impassively, standing before him in the black robes and + conventual coif which his tyranny had imposed upon her. When he had done, + a faint smile swept over the face that had grown so hard in these last + twelve years since that day when her boy had been slain almost under her + very eyes. + </p> + <p> + “It is a circumstantial tale,” she said. “It is perhaps true. It is + probably true.” + </p> + <p> + “True!” He bounded from his seat. “True? What are you saying, woman? + Yourself you saw the boy dead.” + </p> + <p> + “I did, and I know who killed him.” + </p> + <p> + “But you saw him. You recognized him for your own, since you set the + people on to kill those whom you believed had slain him.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she answered. And added the question: “What do you want of me now?” + </p> + <p> + “What do I want?” He was amazed that she should ask, exasperated. Had the + conventual confinement turned her head? “I want your testimony. I want you + to denounce this fellow for the impostor that he is. The people will + believe you.” + </p> + <p> + “You think they will?” Interest had kindled in her glance. + </p> + <p> + “What else? Are you not the mother of Demetrius, and shall not a mother + know her own son?” + </p> + <p> + “You forget. He was ten years of age then—a child. Now he is a grown + man of three-and-twenty. How can I be sure? How can I be sure of + anything?” + </p> + <p> + He swore a full round oath at her. “Because you saw him dead.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet I may have been mistaken. I thought I knew the agents of yours who + killed him. Yet you made me swear—as the price of my brothers' lives—that + I was mistaken. Perhaps I was more mistaken than we thought. Perhaps my + little Demetrius was not slain at all. Perhaps this man's tale is true.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps...” He broke off to stare at her, mistrustfully, searchingly. + “What do you mean?” he asked her sharply. + </p> + <p> + Again that wan smile crossed the hard, sharp-featured face that once had + been so lovely. “I mean that if the devil came out of hell and called + himself my son, I should acknowledge him to your undoing.” + </p> + <p> + Thus the pent-up hate and bitterness of years of brooding upon her wrongs + broke forth. Taken aback, he quailed before it. His jaw dropped foolishly, + and he stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes. + </p> + <p> + “The people will believe me, you say—they will believe that a mother + should know her own son. Then are your hours of usurpation numbered.” + </p> + <p> + If for a moment it appalled him, yet in the end, forewarned, he was + forearmed. It was foolish of her to let him look upon the weapon with + which she could destroy him. The result of it was that she went back to + her convent under close guard, and was thereafter confined with greater + rigour than hitherto. + </p> + <p> + Desperately Boris heard how the belief in Demetrius was gaining ground in + Russia with the people. The nobles might still be sceptical, but Boris + knew that he could not trust them, since they had no cause to love him. He + began perhaps to realize that it is not good to rule by fear. + </p> + <p> + And then at last came Smirnoy Otrepiev back from Cracow, where he had been + sent by Basmanov to obtain with his own eyes confirmation of the rumour + which had reached the boyar on the score of the pretender's real identity. + </p> + <p> + The rumour, he declared, was right. The false Demetrius was none other + than his own nephew, Grishka Otrepiev, who had once been a monk, but, + unfrocked, had embraced the Roman heresy, and had abandoned himself to + licentious ways. You realize now why Smirnoy had been chosen by Basmanov + for this particular mission. + </p> + <p> + The news heartened Boris. At last he could denounce the impostor in proper + terms, and denounce him he did. He sent an envoy to Sigismund III. to + proclaim the fellow's true identity, and to demand his expulsion from the + Kingdom of Poland; and his denunciation was supported by a solemn + excommunication pronounced by the Patriarch of Moscow against the + unfrocked monk, Grishka Otrepiev, who now falsely called himself Demetrius + Ivanovitch. + </p> + <p> + But the denunciation did not carry the conviction that Boris expected. It + was reported that the Tsarevitch was a courtly, accomplished man, speaking + Polish and Latin, as well as Russian, skilled in horsemanship and in the + use of arms, and it was asked how an unfrocked monk had come by these + accomplishments. Moreover, although Boris, fore-warned, had prevented the + Tsarina Maria from supporting the pretender out of motives of revenge, he + had forgotten her two brothers; he had not foreseen that, actuated by the + same motives, they might do that which he had prevented her from doing. + This was what occurred. The brothers Nagoy repaired to Cracow publicly to + acknowledge Demetrius their nephew, and to enrol themselves under his + banner. + </p> + <p> + Against this Boris realized that mere words were useless. The sword of + Nemesis was drawn indeed. His sins had found him out. Nothing remained him + but to arm and go forth to meet the impostor, who was advancing upon + Moscow with a great host of Poles and Cossacks. + </p> + <p> + He appraised the support of the Nagoys at its right value. They, too, had + been at Uglich, and had seen the dead boy, almost seen him slain. + Vengeance upon himself was their sole motive. But was it possible that + Sigismund of Poland was really deceived, as well as the Palatine of + Sandomir, whose daughter was betrothed to the adventurer, Prince Adam + Wisniowiecki, in whose house the false Demetrius had first made his + appearance, and all those Polish nobles who flocked to his banner? Or were + they, too, moved by some ulterior motive which he could not fathom? + </p> + <p> + That was the riddle that plagued Boris Godunov what time—in the + winter of 1604—he sent his armies to meet the invader. He sent them + because, crippled now by gout, even the satisfaction of leading them was + denied him. He was forced to stay at home in the gloomy apartments of the + Kremlin, fretted by care, with the ghosts of his evil past to keep him + company, and assure him that the hour of judgment was at hand. + </p> + <p> + With deepening rage he heard how town after town capitulated to the + adventurer, and mistrusting Basmanov, who was in command, he sent Shuiski + to replace him. In January of 1605 the armies met at Dobrinichi, and + Demetrius suffered a severe defeat, which compelled him to fall back on + Putioli. He lost all his infantry, and every Russian taken in arms on the + pretender's side was remorselessly hanged as Boris had directed. + </p> + <p> + Hope began to revive in the heart of Boris; but as months passed and no + decision came, those hopes faded again, and the canker of the past gnawed + at his vitals and sapped his strength. And then there was ever present to + his mind the nightmare riddle of the pretender's identity. At last, one + evening in April, he sent for Smirnoy Otrepiev to question him again + concerning that nephew of his. Otrepiev came in fear this time. It is not + good to be the uncle of a man who is giving so much trouble to a great + prince. + </p> + <p> + Boris glared at him from blood-injected eyes. His round, white face was + haggard, his cheeks sagged, and his fleshly body had lost all its + erstwhile firm vigour. + </p> + <p> + “I have sent for you to question you again,” he said, “touching this lewd + nephew of yours, this Grishka Otrepiev, this unfrocked monk, who claims to + be Tsar of Muscovy. Are you sure, man, that you have made no mistake—are + you sure?” + </p> + <p> + Otrepiev was shaken by the Tsar's manner, by the ferocity of his mien. But + he made answer: “Alas, Highness! I could not be mistaken. I am sure.” + </p> + <p> + Boris grunted, and moved his body irritably in his chair. His terrible + eyes watched Otrepiev mistrustfully. He had reached the mental stage in + which he mistrusted everything and everybody. + </p> + <p> + “You lie, you dog,” he snarled savagely. + </p> + <p> + “Highness, I swear...” + </p> + <p> + “Lies!” Boris roared him down. “And here's the proof. Would Sigismund of + Poland have acknowledged him had he been what you say? When I denounced + him the unfrocked monk Grishka Otrepiev, would not Sigismund have verified + the statement had it been true?” + </p> + <p> + “The brothers Nagoy, the uncles of the dead Demetrius...” Otrepiev was + beginning, when again Boris interrupted him. + </p> + <p> + “Their acknowledgment of him came after Sigismund's, after—long + after—my denunciation.” He broke into oaths. “I say you lie. Will + you stand there and pelter with me, man? Will you wait until the rack + pulls you joint from joint before you speak the truth?” + </p> + <p> + “Highness!” cried Otrepiev, “I have served you faithfully these years.” + </p> + <p> + “The truth, man; as you hope for life,” thundered the Tsar, “the whole + truth of this foul nephew of yours, if so be he is your nephew.” + </p> + <p> + And Otrepiev spoke the whole truth at last in his great dread. “He is not + my nephew.” + </p> + <p> + “Not?” It was a roar of rage. “You dared lie to me?” + </p> + <p> + Otrepiev's knees were loosened by terror, and he went down upon them + before the irate Tsar. + </p> + <p> + “I did not lie—not altogether. I told you a half-truth, Highness. + His name is Grishka Otrepiev; it is the name by which he always has been + known, and he is an unfrocked monk, all as I said, and the son of my + brother's wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Then... then...” Boris was bewildered. Suddenly he understood. “And his + father?” + </p> + <p> + “Was Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. Grishka Otrepiev is King Stephen's + natural son.” + </p> + <p> + Boris seemed to fight for breath for a moment. + </p> + <p> + “This is true?” he asked, and himself answered the question. “Of course it + is true. It is the light at last... at last. You may go.” + </p> + <p> + Otrepiev stumbled out, thankful, surprised to escape so lightly. He could + not know of how little account to Boris was the deception he had practiced + in comparison with the truth he had now revealed, a truth that shed a + fearful, dazzling light upon the dark mystery of the false Demetrius. The + problem that so long had plagued the Tsar was solved at last. + </p> + <p> + This pretended Demetrius, this unfrocked monk, was a natural son of + Stephen Bathory, and a Roman Catholic. Such men as Sigismund of Poland and + the Voyvode of Sandomir were not deceived on the score of his identity. + They, and no doubt other of the leading nobles of Poland, knew the man for + what he was, and because of it supported him, using the fiction of his + being Demetrius Ivanovitch to impose upon the masses, and facilitate the + pretenders occupation of the throne of Russia. And the object of it was to + set up in Muscovy a ruler who should be a Pole and a Roman Catholic. Boris + knew the bigotry of Sigismund, who already had sacrificed a throne—that + of Sweden—to his devout conscience, and he saw clearly to the heart + of this intrigue. Had he not heard that a Papal Nuncio had been at Cracow, + and that this Nuncio had been a stout supporter of the pretender's claim? + What could be the Pope's concern in the Muscovite succession? Why should a + Roman priest support the claim of a prince to the throne of a country + devoted to the Greek faith? + </p> + <p> + At last all was clear indeed to Boris. Rome was at the bottom of this + business, whose true aim was the Romanization of Russia; and Sigismund had + fetched Rome into it, had set Rome on. Himself an elected King of Poland, + Sigismund may have seen in the ambitious son of Stephen Bathory one who + might perhaps supplant him on the Polish throne. To divert his ambition + into another channel he had fathered—if he had not invented—this + fiction that the pretender was the dead Demetrius. + </p> + <p> + Had that fool Smirnoy Otrepiev but dealt frankly with him from the first, + what months of annoyance might he not have been spared; how easy it might + have been to prick this bubble of imposture. But better late than never. + To-morrow he would publish the true facts, and all the world should know + the truth; and it was a truth that must give pause to those fools in this + superstitious Russia, so devoted to the Orthodox Greek Church, who + favoured the pretender. They should see the trap that was being baited for + them. + </p> + <p> + There was a banquet in the Kremlin that night to certain foreign envoys, + and Boris came to table in better spirits than he had been for many a day. + He was heartened by the thought of what was now to do, by the conviction + that he held the false Demetrius in the hollow of his hand. There to those + envoys he would announce to-night what to-morrow he would announce to all + Russia—tell them of the discovery he had made, and reveal to his + subjects the peril in which they stood. Towards the close of the banquet + he rose to address his guests, announcing that he had an important + communication for them. In silence they waited for him to speak. And then, + abruptly, with no word yet spoken, he sank back into his chair, fighting + for breath, clawing the air, his face empurpling until suddenly the blood + gushed copiously from his mouth and nostrils. + </p> + <p> + He was vouchsafed time in which to strip off his splendid apparel and wrap + himself in a monk's robe, thus symbolizing the putting aside of earthly + vanities, and then he expired. + </p> + <p> + It has been now and then suggested that he was poisoned. His death was + certainly most opportune to Demetrius. But there is nothing in the manner + of it to justify the opinion that it resulted from anything other than an + apoplexy. + </p> + <p> + His death brought the sinister opportunist Shuiski back to Moscow to place + Boris's son Feodor on the throne. But the reign of this lad of sixteen was + very brief. Basmanov, who had gone back to the army, being now inspired by + jealousy and fear of the ambitious Shuiski, went over at once to the + pretender, and proclaimed him Tsar of Russia. Thereafter events moved + swiftly. Basmanov marched on Moscow, entered it in triumph, and again + proclaimed Demetrius, whereupon the people rose in revolt against the son + of the usurper Boris, stormed the Kremlin, and strangled the boy and his + mother. + </p> + <p> + Basil Shuiski would have shared their fate had he not bought his life at + the price of betrayal. Publicly he declared to the Muscovites that the boy + whose body he had seen at Uglich was not that of Demetrius, but of a + peasant's son, who had been murdered in his stead. + </p> + <p> + That statement cleared the last obstacle from the pretender's path, and he + advanced now to take possession of his throne. Yet before he occupied it, + he showed the real principles that actuated him, proved how true had been + Boris's conclusion. He ordered the arrest and degradation of the Patriarch + who had denounced and excommunicated him, and in his place appointed + Ignatius, Bishop of Riazan, a man suspected of belonging to the Roman + communion. + </p> + <p> + On the 30th of June of that year 1605, Demetrius made his triumphal entry + into Moscow. He went to prostrate himself before the tomb of Ivan the + Terrible, and then to visit the Tsarina Maria, who, after a brief + communion with him in private, came forth publicly to acknowledge him as + her son. + </p> + <p> + Just as Shuiski had purchased his life by a falsehood, so did she purchase + her enlargement from that convent where so long she had been a prisoner, + and restoration to the rank that was her proper due. After all, she had + cause for gratitude to Demetrius, who, in addition to restoring her these + things, had avenged her upon the hated Boris Godunov. + </p> + <p> + His coronation followed in due season, and at last this amazing adventurer + found himself firmly seated upon the throne of Russia, with Basmanov at + his right hand to help and guide him. And at first all went well, and the + young Tsar earned a certain measure of popularity. If his swarthy face was + coarse-featured, yet his bearing was so courtly and gracious that he won + his way quickly to the hearts of his people. For the rest he was of a + tall, graceful figure, a fine horseman, and of a knightly address at arms. + </p> + <p> + But he soon found himself in the impossible position of having to serve + two masters. On the one hand there was Russia, and the orthodox Russians + whose tsar he was, and on the other there were the Poles, who had made him + so at a price, and who now demanded payment. Because he saw that this + payment would be difficult and fraught with peril to himself he would—after + the common wont of princes who have attained their objects—have + repudiated the debt. And so he was disposed to ignore, or at least to + evade, the persistent reminders that reached him from the Papal Nuncio, to + whom he had promised the introduction into Russia of the Roman faith. + </p> + <p> + But presently came a letter from Sigismund couched in different terms. The + King of Poland wrote to Demetrius that word had reached him that Boris + Godunov was still alive, and that he had taken refuge in England, adding + that he might be tempted to restore the fugitive to the throne of Muscovy. + </p> + <p> + The threat contained in that bitter piece of sarcasm aroused Demetrius to + a sense of the responsibilities he had undertaken, which were precisely as + Boris Godunov had surmised. As a beginning he granted the Jesuits + permission to build a church within the sacred walls of the Kremlin, + whereby he gave great scandal. Soon followed other signs that he was not a + true son of the Orthodox Greek Church; he gave offence by his indifference + to public worship, by his neglect of Russian customs, and by surrounding + himself with Roman Catholic Poles, upon whom he conferred high offices and + dignities. + </p> + <p> + And there were those at hand ready to stir up public feeling against him, + resentful boyars quick to suspect that perhaps they had been swindled. + Foremost among these was the sinister turncoat Shuiski, who had not + derived from his perjury all the profit he expected, who resented, above + all, to see Basmanov—who had ever been his rival—invested with + a power second only to that of the Tsar himself. Shuiski, skilled in + intrigue, went to work in his underground, burrowing fashion. He wrought + upon the clergy, who in their turn wrought upon the populace, and + presently all was seething disaffection under a surface apparently calm. + </p> + <p> + The eruption came in the following May, when Maryna, the daughter of the + Palatine of Sandomir, made her splendid entry into Moscow, the bride-elect + of the young Tsar. The dazzling procession and the feasting that followed + found little favour in the eyes of the Muscovites, who now beheld their + city aswarm with heretic Poles. + </p> + <p> + The marriage was magnificently solemnized on the 18th of May, 1606. And + now Shuiski applied a match to the train he had so skilfully laid. + Demetrius had caused a timber fort to be built before the walls of Moscow + for a martial spectacle which he had planned for the entertainment of his + bride. Shuiski put it abroad that the fort was intended to serve as an + engine of destruction, and that the martial spectacle was a pretence, the + real object being that from the fort the Poles were to cast firebrands + into the city, and then proceed to the slaughter of the inhabitants. + </p> + <p> + No more was necessary to infuriate an already exasperated populace. They + flew to arms, and on the night of the 29th of May they stormed the + Kremlin, led on by the arch-traitor Shuiski himself, to the cry of “Death + to the heretic! Death to the impostor!” + </p> + <p> + They broke into the palace, and swarmed up the stairs into the Tsar's + bedchamber, slaying the faithful Basmanov, who stood sword in hand to bar + the way and give his master time to escape. The Tsar leapt from a balcony + thirty feet to the ground, broke his leg, and lay there helpless, to be + dispatched by his enemies, who presently discovered him. + </p> + <p> + He died firmly and fearlessly protesting that he was Demetrius Ivanovitch. + Nevertheless, he was Grishka Otrepiev, the unfrocked monk. + </p> + <p> + It has been said that he was no more than an instrument in the hands of + priestcraft, and that because he played his part badly he met his doom. + But something more he was. He was an instrument indeed, not of + priestcraft, but of Fate, to bring home to Boris Godunov the hideous sins + that stained his soul, and to avenge his victims by personating one of + them. In that personation he had haunted Boris as effectively as if he had + been the very ghost of the boy murdered at Uglich, haunted and tortured, + and finally broken him so that he died. + </p> + <p> + That was the part assigned him by Fate in the mysterious scheme of human + things. And that part being played, the rest mattered little. In the + nature of him and of his position it was impossible that his imposture + should be other than ephemeral. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + </h2> + <h3> + An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville + </h3> + <p> + Apprehension hung like a thundercloud over the city of Seville in those + early days of the year 1481. It had been growing since the previous + October, when the Cardinal of Spain and Frey Tomas de Torquemada, acting + jointly on behalf of the Sovereigns—Ferdinand and Isabella—had + appointed the first inquisitors for Castile, ordering them to set up a + Tribunal of the Faith in Seville, to deal with the apostatizing said to be + rampant among the New-Christians, or baptized Jews, who made up so large a + proportion of the population. + </p> + <p> + Among the many oppressive Spanish enactments against the Children of + Israel, it was prescribed that all should wear the distinguishing circlet + of red cloth on the shoulder of their gabardines; that they should reside + within the walled confines of their ghettos and never be found beyond them + after nightfall, and that they should not practice as doctors, surgeons, + apothecaries, or innkeepers. The desire to emancipate themselves from + these and other restrictions upon their commerce with Christians and from + the generally intolerable conditions of bondage and ignominy imposed upon + them, had driven many to accept baptism and embrace Christianity. + </p> + <p> + But even such New-Christians as were sincere in their professions of faith + failed to find in this baptism the peace they sought. Bitter racial + hostility, though sometimes tempered, was never extinguished by their + conversion. + </p> + <p> + Hence the alarm with which they viewed the gloomy, funereal, sinister + pageant—the white-robed, black-mantled and hooded inquisitors, with + their attendant familiars and barefoot friars—headed by a Dominican + bearing the white Cross, which invaded the city of Seville one day towards + the end of December and took its way to the Convent of St. Paul, there to + establish the Holy Office of the Inquisition. The fear of the + New-Christians that they were to be the object of the attentions of this + dread tribunal had sufficed to drive some thousands of them out of the + city, to seek refuge in such feudal lordships as those of the Duke of + Medina Sidonia, the Marquis of Cadiz, and the Count of Arcos. + </p> + <p> + This exodus had led to the publication by the newly appointed inquisitors + of the edict of 2nd January, in which they set forth that inasmuch as it + had come to their knowledge that many persons had departed out of Seville + in fear of prosecution upon grounds of heretical pravity, they commanded + the nobles of the Kingdom of Castile that within fifteen days they should + make an exact return of the persons of both sexes who had sought refuge in + their lordships or jurisdictions; that they arrest all these and lodge + them in the prison of the Inquisition in Seville, confiscating their + property, and holding it at the disposal of the inquisitors; that none + should shelter any fugitive under pain of greater excommunication and of + other penalties by law established against abettors of heretics. + </p> + <p> + The harsh injustice that lay in this call to arrest men and women merely + because they had departed from Seville before departure was in any way + forbidden, revealed the severity with which the inquisitors intended to + proceed. It completed the consternation of the New-Christians who had + remained behind, and how numerous these were may be gathered from the fact + that in the district of Seville alone they numbered a hundred thousand, + many of them occupying, thanks to the industry and talent characteristic + of their race, positions of great eminence. It even disquieted the + well-favoured young Don Rodrigo de Cardona, who in all his vain, empty, + pampered and rather vicious life had never yet known perturbation. Not + that he was a New-Christian. He was of a lineage that went back to the + Visigoths, of purest red Castilian blood, untainted by any strain of that + dark-hued, unclean fluid alleged to flow in Hebrew veins. But it happened + that he was in love with the daughter of the millionaire Diego de Susan, a + girl whose beauty was so extraordinary that she was known throughout + Seville and for many a mile around as la Hermosa Fembra; and he knew that + such commerce—licit or illicitly conducted—was disapproved by + the holy fathers. His relations with the girl had been perforce + clandestine, because the disapproval of the holy fathers was matched in + thoroughness by that of Diego de Susan. It had been vexatious enough on + that account not to be able to boast himself the favoured of the beautiful + and opulent Isabella de Susan; it was exasperating to discover now a new + and more imperative reason for this odious secrecy. + </p> + <p> + Never sped a lover to his mistress in a frame of mind more aggrieved than + that which afflicted Don Rodrigo as, tight-wrapped in his black cloak, he + gained the Calle de Ataud on that January night. + </p> + <p> + Anon, however, when by way of a garden gate and an easily escaladed + balcony he found himself in the presence of Isabella, the delight of her + effaced all other considerations. Her father was from home, as she had + told him in the note that summoned him; he was away at Palacios on some + merchant's errand, and would not return until the morrow. The servants + were all abed, and so Don Rodrigo might put off his cloak and hat, and + lounge at his ease upon the low Moorish divan, what time she waited upon + him with a Saracen goblet filled with sweet wine of Malaga. The room in + which she received him was one set apart for her own use, her bower, a + long, low ceilinged chamber, furnished with luxury and taste. The walls + were hung with tapestries, the floor spread with costly Eastern rugs; on + an inlaid Moorish table a tall, three-beaked lamp of beaten copper charged + with aromatic oil shed light and perfume through the apartment. + </p> + <p> + Don Rodrigo sipped his wine, and his dark, hungry eyes followed her as she + moved about him with vaguely voluptuous, almost feline grace. The wine, + the heavy perfume of the lamp, and the beauty of her played havoc among + them with his senses, so that he forgot for the moment his Castilian + lineage and clean Christian blood, forgot that she derived from the + accursed race of the Crucifiers. All that he remembered was that she was + the loveliest woman in Seville, daughter to the wealthiest man, and in + that hour of weakness he decided to convert into reality that which had + hitherto been no more than an infamous presence. He would loyally fulfil + the false, disloyal promises he had made. He would take her to wife. It + was a sacrifice which her beauty and her wealth should make worth while. + Upon that impulse he spoke now, abruptly: + </p> + <p> + “Isabella, when will you marry me?” + </p> + <p> + She stood before him, looking down into his weak, handsome face, her + fingers interlacing his own. She merely smiled. The question did not + greatly move her. Not knowing him for the scoundrel that he was, guessing + nothing of the present perturbation of his senses, she found it very + natural that he should ask her to appoint the day. + </p> + <p> + “It is a question you must ask my father,” she answered him. + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said he, “to-morrow, on his return.” And he drew her down beside + him. + </p> + <p> + But that father was nearer than either of them dreamed. At that very + moment the soft thud of the closing housedoor sounded through the house. + It brought her sharply to her feet, and loose from his coiling arms, with + quickened breath and blanching face. A moment she hung there, tense, then + sped to the door of the room, set it ajar and listened. + </p> + <p> + Up the stairs came the sound of footsteps and of muttering voices. It was + her father, and others with him. + </p> + <p> + With ever-mounting fear she turned to Don Rodrigo, and breathed the + question: “If they should come here?” + </p> + <p> + The Castilian stood where he had risen by the divan, his face paler now + than its pale, aristocratic wont, his eyes reflecting the fear that + glittered in her own. He had no delusion as to what action Diego de Susan + would take upon discovering him. These Jewish dogs were quickly stirred to + passion, and as jealous as their betters of the honour of their womenfolk. + Already Don Rodrigo in imagination saw his clean red Christian blood + bespattering that Hebrew floor, for he had no weapon save the heavy Toledo + dagger at his girdle, and Diego de Susan was not alone. + </p> + <p> + It was, he felt, a ridiculous position for a Hidalgo of Spain. But his + dignity was to suffer still greater damage. In another moment she had + bundled him into an alcove behind the arras at the chamber's end, a tiny + closet that was no better than a cupboard contrived for the storing of + household linen. She had-moved with a swift precision which at another + time might have provoked his admiration, snatching up his cloak and hat, + and other evidences of his presence, quenching the lamp, and dragging him + to that place of cramped concealment, which she remained to share with + him. + </p> + <p> + Came presently movements in the room beyond, and the voice of her father: + </p> + <p> + “We shall be securest from intrusion here. It is my daughter's room. If + you will give me leave, I will go down again to admit our other friends.” + </p> + <p> + Those other friends, as Don Rodrigo gathered, continued to arrive for the + next half-hour, until in the end there must have been some twenty of them + assembled in that chamber. The mutter of voices had steadily increased, + but so confused that no more than odd words, affording no clue to the + reason of this gathering, had reached the hidden couple. + </p> + <p> + And then quite suddenly a silence fell, and on that silence beat the + sharp, clear voice of Diego de Susan addressing them. + </p> + <p> + “My friends,” he said, “I have called you hither that we may concert + measures for the protection of ourselves and all New-Christians in Seville + from the fresh peril by which we are menaced. The edict of the inquisitors + reveals how much we have to fear. You may gather from it that the court of + the Holy Office is hardly likely to deal in justice, and that the most + innocent may find himself at any moment exposed to its cruel mercies. + Therefore it is for us now to consider how to protect ourselves and our + property from the unscrupulous activities of this tribunal. You are the + principal New Christian citizens of Seville; you are wealthy, not only in + property, but also in the goodwill of the people, who trust and respect, + and at need will follow, you. If nothing less will serve, we must have + recourse to arms; and so that we are resolute and united, my friends, we + shall prevail against the inquisitors.” + </p> + <p> + Within the alcove, Don Rodrigo felt his skin roughening with horror at + this speech, which breathed sedition not only against the Sovereigns, but + against the very Church. And with his horror was blent a certain increase + of fear. If his situation had been perilous before, it was tenfold more + dangerous now. Discovery, since he had overheard this treason, must mean + his certain death. And Isabella, realizing the same to the exclusion of + all else, clutched his arm and cowered against him in the dark. + </p> + <p> + There was worse to follow. Susan's address was received with a murmur of + applause, and then others spoke, and several were named, and their + presence thus disclosed. There was the influential Manuel Sauli, who next + to Susan was the wealthiest man in Seville; there was Torralba, the + Governor of Triana; Juan Abolafio, the farmer of the royal customs, and + his brother Fernandez, the licentiate, and there were others—all of + them men of substance, some even holding office under the Crown. Not one + was there who dissented from anything that Susan had said; rather did each + contribute some spur to the general resolve. In the end it was concerted + that each of those present should engage himself to raise a proportion of + the men, arms and money that would be needed for their enterprise. And + upon that the meeting was dissolved, and they departed. Susan himself went + with them. He had work to do in the common cause, he announced, and he + would do it that very night in which it was supposed that he was absent at + Palacios. + </p> + <p> + At last, when all had gone, and the house was still again, Isabella and + her lover crept forth from their concealment, and in the light of the lamp + which Susan had left burning each looked into the other's white, startled + face. So shaken was Don Rodrigo with horror of what he had overheard, and + with the terror of discovery, that it was with difficulty he kept his + teeth from chattering. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven protect us!” he gasped. “What Judaizing was this?” + </p> + <p> + “Judaizing!” she echoed. It was the term applied to apostacy, to the + relapse of New-Christians to Judaism, an offense to be expiated at the + stake. “Here was no Judaizing. Are you mad, Rodrigo? You heard no single + word that sinned against the Faith.” + </p> + <p> + “Did I not? I heard treason enough to.” + </p> + <p> + “No, nor treason either. You heard honourable, upright men considering + measures of defence against oppression, injustice, and evil + acquisitiveness masquerading in the holy garments of religion.” + </p> + <p> + He stared askance at her for a moment, then his full lips curled into a + sneer. “Of course you would seek to justify them,” he said. “You are of + that foul brood yourself. But you cannot think to cozen me, who am of + clean Old-christian blood and a true son of Mother Church. These men plot + evil against the Holy Inquisition. Is that not Judaizing when it is done + by Jews?” + </p> + <p> + She was white to the lips, and a new horror stared at him from her great + dark eyes; her lovely bosom rose and fell in tumult. Yet still she sought + to reason with him. + </p> + <p> + “They are not Jews—not one of them. Why, Perez is himself in holy + orders. All of them are Christians, and...” + </p> + <p> + “Newly-baptized!” he broke in, sneering viciously. “A defilement of that + holy sacrament to gain them worldly advantages. That is revealed by what + passed here just now. Jews they were born, the sons of Jews, and Jews they + remain under their cloak of mock Christianity, to be damned as Jews in the + end.” He was panting now with fiery indignation; a holy zeal inflamed this + profligate defiler. “God forgive me that ever I entered here. Yet I do + believe that it was His will that I should come to overhear what is being + plotted. Let me depart from hence.” + </p> + <p> + With a passionate gesture of abhorrence he swung towards the door. Her + clutch upon his arm arrested him. + </p> + <p> + “Whither do you go?” she asked him sharply. He looked now into her eyes, + and of all that they contained he saw only fear; he saw nothing of the + hatred into which her love had been transmuted in that moment by his + unsparing insults to herself, her race and her home, by the purpose which + she clearly read in him. + </p> + <p> + “Whither?” he echoed, and sought to shake her off. + </p> + <p> + “Whither my Christian duty bids me.” + </p> + <p> + It was enough for her. Before he could prevent or suspect her purpose, she + had snatched the heavy Toledo blade from his girdle, and armed with it + stood between the door and him. + </p> + <p> + “A moment, Don Rodrigo. Do not attempt to advance, or, as Heaven watches + us, I strike, and it maybe that I shall kill you. We must talk awhile + before you go.” + </p> + <p> + Amazed, chapfallen, half-palsied, he stood before her, his fine religious + zeal wiped out by fear of that knife in her weak woman's hand. Rapidly + to-night was she coming into real knowledge of this Castilian gentleman, + whom with pride she had taken for her lover. It was a knowledge that was + to sear her presently with self-loathing and self-contempt. But for the + moment her only consideration was that, as a direct result of her own + wantonness, her father stood in mortal peril. If he should perish through + the deletion of this creature, she would account herself his slayer. + </p> + <p> + “You have not considered that the deletion you intend will destroy my + father,” she said quietly. + </p> + <p> + “There is my Christian duty to consider,” answered he, but without + boldness now. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps. But there is something you must set against it. Have you no duty + as a lover—no duty to me?” + </p> + <p> + “No earthly duty can weigh against a spiritual obligation....” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, wait! Have patience. You have not well considered, that is plain. In + coming here in secret you wronged my father. You will not trouble to deny + it. + </p> + <p> + “Jointly we wronged him, you and I. Will you then take advantage of + something learnt whilst you were hiding there like a thief from the + consequences of what you did, and so do him yet this further wrong?” + </p> + <p> + “Must I wrong my conscience?” he asked her sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, I fear you must.” + </p> + <p> + “Imperil my immortal soul?” He almost laughed. + </p> + <p> + “You talk in vain.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have something more than words for you.” With her left hand she + drew upon the fine gold chain about her neck, and brought forth a tiny + jewelled cross. Passing the chain over her head, she held it out. + </p> + <p> + “Take this,” she bade him. “Take it, I say. Now, with that sacred symbol + in your hand, make solemn oath to divulge no word of what you have learnt + here tonight, or else resign yourself to an unshriven death. For either + you take that oath, or I rouse the servants and have you dealt with as one + who has intruded here unbidden for an evil end.” She backed away from him + as she spoke, and threw wide the door. Then, confronting him from the + threshold, she admonished him again, her voice no louder than a whisper. + “Quick now! Resolve yourself. Will you die here with all your sins upon + you, and so destroy for all eternity the immortal soul that urges you to + this betrayal, or will you take the oath that I require?” + </p> + <p> + He began an argument that was like a sermon of the Faith. But she cut him + short. “For the last time!” she bade him. “Will you decide?” + </p> + <p> + He chose the coward's part, of course, and did violence tomb fine + conscience. With the cross in his hand he repeated after her the words of + the formidable oath that she administered, an oath which it must damn his + immortal soul to break. Because of that, because she imagined that she had + taken the measure of his faith, she returned him his dagger, and let him + go at last. She imagined that she had bound him fast in irrefragable + spiritual bonds. + </p> + <p> + And even on the morrow, when her father and all those who had been present + at that meeting at Susan's house were arrested by order of the Holy Office + of the Inquisition, she still clung to that belief. Yet presently a doubt + crept in, a doubt that she must at all costs resolve. And so presently she + called for her litter, and had herself carried to the Convent of St. Paul, + where she asked to see Frey Alonso de Ojeda, the Prior of the Dominicans + of Seville. + </p> + <p> + She was left to wait in a square, cheerless, dimly-lighted room pervaded + by a musty smell, that had for only furniture a couple of chairs and a + praying-stool, and for only ornament a great, gaunt crucifix hanging upon + one of its whitewashed walls. + </p> + <p> + Thither came presently two Dominican friars. One of these was a + harsh-featured man of middle height and square build, the uncompromising + zealot Ojeda. The other was tall and lean, stooping slightly at the + shoulders, haggard and pale of countenance, with deep-set, luminous dark + eyes, and a tender, wistful mouth. This was the Queen's confessor, Frey + Tomas de Torquemada, Grand Inquisitor of Castile. He approached her, + leaving Ojeda in the background, and stood a moment regarding her with + eyes of infinite kindliness and compassion. + </p> + <p> + “You are the daughter of that misguided man, Diego de Susan,” he said, in + a gentle voice. “God help and strengthen you, my child, against the trials + that may be in store for you. What do you seek at our poor hands? Speak, + child, without fear.” + </p> + <p> + “Father,” she faltered, “I come to implore your pity.” + </p> + <p> + “No need to implore it, child. Should I withhold pity who stand myself in + need of pity, being a sinner—as are we all.” + </p> + <p> + “It is for my father that I come to beg your mercy.” + </p> + <p> + “So I supposed.” A shade crossed the gentle, wistful face; the tender + melancholy deepened in the eyes that regarded her. “If your father is + innocent of what has been alleged against him, the benign tribunal of the + Holy Office will bring his innocence to light, and rejoice therein; if he + is guilty, if he has strayed—as we may all stray unless fortified by + heavenly grace—he shall be given the means of expiation, that his + salvation may be assured him.” + </p> + <p> + She shivered at the words. She knew the mercy in which the inquisitors + dealt, a mercy so spiritual that it took no account of the temporal + agonies inflicted to ensure it. + </p> + <p> + “My father is innocent of any sin against the Faith,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “Are you so sure?” croaked the harsh voice of Ojeda, breaking in. + “Consider well. Remember that your duty as a Christian is above your duty + as a daughter.” + </p> + <p> + Almost had she bluntly demanded the name of her father's accuser, that + thus she might reach the object of her visit. Betimes she checked the rash + impulse, perceiving that subtlety was here required; that a direct + question would close the door to all information. Skilfully, then, she + chose her line of attack. + </p> + <p> + “I am sure,” she exclaimed, “that he is a more fervent and pious Christian—New-Christian + though he be—than his accuser.” + </p> + <p> + The wistfulness faded from Torquemada's eyes. They grew keen, as became + the eyes of an inquisitor, the eyes of a sleuth, quick to fasten on a + spoor. But he shook his head. + </p> + <p> + Ojeda advanced. “That I cannot believe,” said he. “The deletion was made + from a sense of duty so pure that the delator did not hesitate to confess + the sin of his own commission through which he had discovered the + treachery of Don Diego and his associates.” + </p> + <p> + She could have cried out in anguish at this answer to her unspoken + question. Yet she controlled herself, and that no single doubt should + linger, she thrust boldly home. + </p> + <p> + “He confessed it?” she cried, seemingly aghast. The friar slowly nodded. + “Don Rodrigo confessed?” she insisted, as will the incredulous. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly the friar nodded again; and as abruptly checked, recollecting + himself. + </p> + <p> + “Don Rodrigo?” he echoed, and asked: “Who mentioned Don Rodrigo?” + </p> + <p> + But it was too late. His assenting nod had betrayed the truth, had + confirmed her worst fear. She swayed a little; the room swam round her, + she felt as she would swoon. Then blind indignation against that forsworn + betrayer surged to revive her. If it was through her weakness and + undutifulness that her father had been destroyed, through her strength + should he be avenged, though in doing so she pulled down and destroyed + herself. + </p> + <p> + “And he confessed to his own sin?” she was repeating slowly, ever on that + musing, incredulous note. “He dared confess himself a Judaizer?” + </p> + <p> + “A Judaizer!” Sheer horror now overspread the friar's grim countenance. “A + Judaizer! Don Rodrigo? Oh, impossible!” + </p> + <p> + “But I thought you said he had confessed.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes, but... but not to that.” Her pale lips smiled, sadly + contemptuous. + </p> + <p> + “I see. He set limits of prudence upon his confession. He left out his + Judatting practices. He did not tell you, for instance, that this deletion + was an act of revenge against me who refused to marry him, having + discovered his unfaith, and fearing its consequences in this world and the + next.” + </p> + <p> + Ojeda stared at her in sheer, incredulous amazement. + </p> + <p> + And then Torquemada spoke: “Do you say that Don Rodrigo de Cardona is a + Judaizer? Oh, it is unbelievable.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet I could give you evidence that should convince you.” + </p> + <p> + “Then so you shall. It is your sacred duty, lest you become an abettor of + heresy, and yourself liable to the extreme penalty.” + </p> + <p> + It would be a half-hour later, perhaps, when she quitted the Convent of + St. Paul to return home, with Hell in her heart, knowing in life no + purpose but that of avenging the parent her folly had destroyed. As she + was being carried past the Alcazar, she espied across the open space a + tall, slim figure in black, in whom she recognized her lover, and + straightway she sent the page who paced beside her litter to call him to + her side. The summons surprised him after what had passed between them; + moreover, considering her father's present condition, he was reluctant to + be seen in attendance upon the beautiful, wealthy Isabella de Susan. + Nevertheless, urged on by curiosity, he went. + </p> + <p> + Her greeting increased his surprise. + </p> + <p> + “I am in deep distress, Rodrigo, as you may judge,” she told him sadly. + “You will have heard what has befallen my father?” + </p> + <p> + He looked at her sharply, yet saw nothing but loveliness rendered more + appealing by sorrow. Clearly she did not suspect him of betrayal; did not + realize that an oath extorted by violence—and an oath, moreover, to + be false to a sacred duty—could not be accounted binding. + </p> + <p> + “I... I heard of it an hour ago,” he lied a thought unsteadily. “I... I + commiserate you deeply.” + </p> + <p> + “I deserve commiseration,” answered she, “and so does my poor father, and + those others. It is plain that amongst those he trusted there was a + traitor, a spy, who went straight from that meeting to inform against + them. If I but had a list it were easy to discover the betrayer. One need + but ascertain who is the one of all who were present whose arrest has been + omitted.” Her lovely sorrowful eyes turned full upon him. “What is to + become of me now, alone in the world?” she asked him. “My father was my + only friend.” + </p> + <p> + The subtle appeal of her did its work swiftly. Besides, he saw here a + noble opportunity worth surely some little risk. + </p> + <p> + “Your only friend?” he asked her thickly. “Was there no one else? Is there + no one else, Isabella?” + </p> + <p> + “There was,” she said, and sighed heavily. “But after what befell last + night, when... You know what is in my mind. I was distraught then, mad + with fear for this poor father of mine, so that I could not even consider + his sin in its full heinousness, nor see how righteous was your intent to + inform against him. Yet I am thankful that it was not by your deletion + that he was taken. The thought of that is to-day my only consolation.” + </p> + <p> + They had reached her house by now. Don Rodrigo put forth his arm to assist + her to alight from her litter, and begged leave to accompany her within. + But she denied him. + </p> + <p> + “Not now—though I am grateful to you, Rodrigo. Soon, if you will + come and comfort me, you may. I will send you word when I am more able to + receive you—that is, if I am forgiven for...” + </p> + <p> + “Not another word,” he begged her. “I honour you for what you did. It is I + who should sue to you for forgiveness.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very noble and generous, Don Rodrigo. God keep you!” And so she + left him. + </p> + <p> + She had found him—had she but known it—a dejected, miserable + man in the act of reckoning up all that he had lost. In betraying Susan he + had acted upon an impulse that sprang partly from rage, and partly from a + sense of religious duty. In counting later the cost to himself, he cursed + the folly of his rage, and began to wonder if such strict observance of + religious duty was really worth while to a man who had his way to make in + the world. In short, he was in the throes of reaction. But now, in her + unsuspicion, he found his hopes revive. She need never know. The Holy + Office preserved inviolate secrecy on the score of deletions—since + to do otherwise might be to discourage delators—and there were no + confrontations of accuser and accused, such as took place in temporal + courts. Don Rodrigo left the Calle de Ataud better pleased with the world + than he had been since morning. + </p> + <p> + On the morrow he went openly to visit her; but he was denied, a servant + announcing her indisposed. This fretted him, damped his hopes, and thereby + increased his longing. But on the next day he received from her a letter + which made him the most ample amends: + </p> + <p> + “Rodrigo,—There is a matter on which we must come early to an + understanding. Should my poor father be convicted of heresy and sentenced, + it follows that his property will be confiscated, since as the daughter of + a convicted heretic I may not inherit. For myself I care little; but I am + concerned for you, Rodrigo, since if in spite of what has happened you + would still wish to make me your wife, as you declared on Monday, it would + be my wish to come to you well dowered. Now the inheritance which would be + confiscated by the Holy Office from the daughter of a heretic might not be + so confiscated from the wife of a gentleman of Castile. I say no more. + Consider this well, and decide as your heart dictates. I shall receive you + to-morrow if you come to me. + </p> + <p> + “Isabella.” + </p> + <p> + She bade him consider well. But the matter really needed little + consideration. Diego de Susan was sure to go to the fire. His fortune was + estimated at ten million maravedis. That fortune, it seemed, Rodrigo was + given the chance to make his own by marrying the beautiful Isabella at + once, before sentence came to be passed upon her father. The Holy Office + might impose a fine, but would not go further where the inheritance of a + Castilian nobleman of clean lineage was concerned. He was swayed between + admiration of her shrewdness and amazement at his own good fortune. Also + his vanity was immensely flattered. + </p> + <p> + He sent her three lines to protest his undying love, and his resolve to + marry her upon the morrow, and went next day in person, as she had bidden + him, to carry out the resolve. + </p> + <p> + She received him in the mansion's best room, a noble chamber furnished + with a richness such as no other house in Seville could have boasted. She + had arrayed herself for the interview with an almost wanton cunning that + should enhance her natural endowments. Her high-waisted gown, low-cut and + close-fitting in the bodice, was of cloth of gold, edged with miniver at + skirt and cuffs and neck. On her white bosom hung a priceless carcanet of + limpid diamonds, and through the heavy tresses of her bronze-coloured hair + was coiled a string of lustrous pearls. Never had Don Rodrigo found her + more desirable; never had he felt so secure and glad in his possession of + her. The quickening blood flushing now his olive face, he gathered her + slim shapeliness into his arms, kissing her cheek, her lips, her neck. + </p> + <p> + “My pearl, my beautiful, my wife!” he murmured, rapturously. Then added + the impatient question: “The priest? Where is the priest that shall make + us one?” + </p> + <p> + Deep, unfathomable eyes looked up to meet his burning glance. Languorously + she lay against his breast, and her red lips parted in a smile that + maddened him. + </p> + <p> + “You love me, Rodrigo—in spite of all?” + </p> + <p> + “Love you!” It was a throbbing, strangled cry, an almost inarticulate + ejaculation. “Better than life—better than salvation.” + </p> + <p> + She fetched a sigh, as of deep content, and nestled closer. “Oh, I am glad—so + glad—that your love for me is truly strong. I am about to put it to + the test, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + He held her very close. “What is this test, beloved?” + </p> + <p> + “It is that I want this marriage knot so tied that it shall be + indissoluble save by death.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, so do I,” quoth he, who had so much to gain. + </p> + <p> + “And, therefore, because after all, though I profess Christianity, there + is Jewish blood in my veins, I would have a marriage that must satisfy + even my father when he regains his freedom, as I believe he will—for, + after all, he is not charged with any sin against the faith.” + </p> + <p> + She paused, and he was conscious of a premonitory chill upon his ardour. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” he asked her, and his voice was strained. + </p> + <p> + “I mean—you'll not be angry with me?—I mean that I would have + us married not only by a Christian priest, and in the Christian manner, + but also and first of all by a Rabbi, and in accordance with the Jewish + rites.” + </p> + <p> + Upon the words, she felt his encircling arms turn limp, and relax their + grip upon her, whereupon she clung to him the more tightly. + </p> + <p> + “Rodrigo! Rodrigo! If you truly love me, if you truly want me, you'll not + deny me this condition, for I swear to you that once I am your wife you + shall never hear anything again to remind you that I am of Jewish blood.” + </p> + <p> + His face turned ghastly pale, his lips writhed and twitched, and beads of + sweat stood out upon his brow. + </p> + <p> + “My God!” he groaned. “What do you ask? I... I can't. It were a + desecration, a defilement.” + </p> + <p> + She thrust him from her in a passion. “You regard it so? You protest love, + and in the very hour when I propose to sacrifice all to you, you will not + make this little sacrifice for my sake, you even insult the faith that was + my forbears', if it is not wholly mine. I misjudged you, else I had not + bidden you here to-day. I think you had better leave me.” + </p> + <p> + Trembling, appalled, a prey to an ineffable tangle of emotion, he sought + to plead, to extenuate his attitude, to move her from her own. He ranted + torrentially, but in vain. She stood as cold and aloof as earlier she had + been warm and clinging. He had proved the measure of his love. He could go + his ways. + </p> + <p> + The thing she proposed was to him, as he had truly said, a desecration, a + defilement. Yet to have dreamed yourself master of ten million maravedis, + and a matchless woman, is a dream not easily relinquished. There was + enough cupidity in his nature, enough neediness in his condition, to make + the realization of that dream worth the defilement of the abominable + marriage rites upon which she insisted. But fear remained where Christian + scruples were already half-effaced. + </p> + <p> + “You do not realize,” he cried. “If it were known that I so much as + contemplated this, the Holy Office would account it clear proof of + apostasy, and send me to the fire.” + </p> + <p> + “If that were your only objection it were easily overcome,” she informed + him coldly. “For who should ever inform against you? The Rabbi who is + waiting above-stairs dare not for his own life's sake betray us, and who + else will ever know?” + </p> + <p> + “You can be sure of that?” + </p> + <p> + He was conquered. But she played him yet awhile, compelling him in his + turn to conquer the reluctance which his earlier hesitation had begotten + in her, until it was he who pleaded insistently for this Jewish marriage + that filled him with such repugnance. + </p> + <p> + And so at last she yielded, and led him up to that bower of hers in which + the conspirators had met. + </p> + <p> + “Where is the Rabbi?” he asked impatiently, looking round that empty room. + </p> + <p> + “I will summon him if you are quite sure that you desire him.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure? Have I not protested enough? Can you still doubt me?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said. She stood apart, conning him steadily. “Yet I would not + have it supposed that you were in any way coerced to this.” They were odd + words; but he heeded not their oddness. He was hardly master of the wits + which in themselves were never of the brightest. “I require you to declare + that it is your own desire that our marriage should be solemnized in + accordance with the Jewish rites and the law of Moses.” + </p> + <p> + And he, fretted now by impatience, anxious to have this thing done and + ended, made answer hastily: + </p> + <p> + “Why, to be sure I do declare it to be my wish that we should be so + married—in the Jewish manner, and in accordance with the law of + Moses. And now, where is the Rabbi?” He caught a sound and saw a quiver in + the tapestries that masked the door of the alcove. “Ah! He is here, I + suppose....” + </p> + <p> + He checked abruptly, and recoiled as from a blow, throwing up his hands in + a convulsive gesture. The tapestry had been swept aside, and forth stepped + not the Rabbi he expected, but a tall, gaunt man, stooping slightly at the + shoulders, dressed in the white habit and black cloak of the order of St. + Dominic, his face lost in the shadows of a black cowl. Behind him stood + two lay brothers of the order, two armed familiars of the Holy Office, + displaying the white cross on their sable doublets. + </p> + <p> + Terrified by that apparition, evoked, as it seemed, by those terribly + damning words he had pronounced, Don Rodrigo stood blankly at gaze a + moment, not even seeking to understand how this dread thing had come to + pass. + </p> + <p> + The friar pushed back his cowl, as he advanced, and displayed the tender, + compassionate, infinitely wistful countenance of Frey Tomas de Torquemada. + And infinitely compassionate and wistful came the voice of that deeply + sincere and saintly man. + </p> + <p> + “My son, I was told this of you—that you were a Judaizer—yet + before I could bring myself to believe so incredible a thing in one of + your lineage, I required the evidence of my own senses. Oh, my poor child, + by what wicked counsels have you been led so far astray?” The sweet, + tender eyes of the inquisitor were luminous with unshed tears. Sorrowing + pity shook his gentle voice. + </p> + <p> + And then Don Rodrigo's terror changed to wrath, and this exploded. He + flung out an arm towards Isabella in passionate denunciation. + </p> + <p> + “It was that woman who bewitched and fooled and seduced me into this. It + was a trap she baited for my undoing.” + </p> + <p> + “It was, indeed. She had my consent to do so, to test the faith which I + was told you lacked. Had your heart been free of heretical pravity the + trap had never caught you; had your faith been strong, my son, you could + not have been seduced from loyalty to your Redeemers.” + </p> + <p> + “Father! Hear me, I implore you!” He flung down upon his knees, and held + out shaking, supplicating hands. + </p> + <p> + “You shall be heard, my son. The Holy Office does not condemn any man + unheard. But what hope can you put in protestations? I had been told that + your life was disorderly and vain, and I grieved that it should be so, + trembled for you when I heard how wide you opened the gates of your soul + to evil. But remembering that age and reason will often make good and + penitent amends for the follies of early life, I hoped and prayed for you. + Yet that you should Judaize—that you should be bound in wedlock by + the unclean ties of Judaism—Oh!” The melancholy voice broke off upon + a sob, and Torquemada covered his pale face with his hands—long, + white, emaciated, almost transparent hands. “Pray now, my child, for grace + and strength,” he exhorted. “Offer up the little temporal suffering that + may yet be yours in atonement for your error, and so that your heart be + truly contrite and penitent, you shall deserve salvation from that Divine + Mercy which is boundless. You shall have my prayers, my son. I can do no + more. Take him hence.” + </p> + <p> + On the 6th of February of that year 1481, Seville witnessed the first Auto + de Fe, the sufferers being Diego de Susan, his fellow-conspirators, and + Don Rodrigo de Cardona. The function presented but little of the ghastly + pomp that was soon to distinguish these proceedings. But the essentials + were already present. + </p> + <p> + In a procession headed by a Dominican bearing aloft the green Cross of the + Inquisition, swathed in a veil of crepe, behind whom walked two by two the + members of the Confraternity of St. Peter the Martyr, the familiars of the + Holy Office, came the condemned, candle in hand, barefoot, in the + ignominious yellow penitential sack. Hemmed about by halberdiers, they + were paraded through the streets to the Cathedral, where Mass was said and + a sermon of the faith preached to them by the stern Ojeda. Thereafter they + were conveyed beyond the city to the meadows of Tablada, where the stake + and faggots awaited them. + </p> + <p> + Thus the perjured accuser perished in the same holocaust with the accused. + Thus was Isabella de Susan, known as la Hermosa Fembra, avenged by + falseness upon the worthless lover who made her by falseness the + instrument of her father's ruin. + </p> + <p> + For herself, when all was over, she sought the refuge of a convent. But + she quitted it without professing. The past gave her no peace, and she + returned to the world to seek in excesses an oblivion which the cloister + denied her and only death could give. In her will she disposed that her + skull should be placed over the doorway of the house in the Calle de + Ataud, as a measure of posthumous atonement for her sins. And there the + fleshless, grinning skull of that once lovely head abode for close upon + four hundred years. It was still to be seen there when Buonaparte's + legions demolished the Holy Office of the Inquisition. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + </h2> + <h3> + The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + </h3> + <p> + There is not in all that bitter tragi-comic record of human frailty which + we call History a sadder story than this of the Princess Anne, the natural + daughter of the splendid Don John of Austria, natural son of the Emperor + Charles V. and, so, half-brother to the bowelless King Philip II. of + Spain. Never was woman born to royal or semi-royal state who was more + utterly the victim of the circumstances of her birth. + </p> + <p> + Of the natural sons of princes something could be made, as witness the + dazzling career of Anne's own father; but for natural daughters—and + especially for one who, like herself, bore a double load of cadency—there + was little use or hope. Their royal blood set them in a class apart; their + bastardy denied them the worldly advantages of that spurious eminence. + Their royal blood prescribed that they must mate with princes; their + bastardy raised obstacles to their doing so. Therefore, since the world + would seem to hold no worthy place for them, it was expedient to withdraw + them from the world before its vanities beglamoured them, and to immure + them in convents, where they might aspire with confidence to the sterile + dignity of abbesshood. + </p> + <p> + Thus it befell with Anne. At the early age of six she had been sent to the + Benedictine convent at Burgos, and in adolescence removed thence to the + Monastery of Santa Maria la Real at Madrigal, where it was foreordained + that she should take the veil. She went unwillingly. She had youth, and + youth's hunger of life, and not even the repressive conditions in which + she had been reared had succeeded in extinguishing her high spirit or in + concealing from her the fact that she was beautiful. On the threshold of + that convent which by her dread uncle's will was to be her living tomb, + above whose gates her spirit may have beheld the inscription, “Lasciate + ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate!” she made her protest, called upon the + bishop who accompanied her to bear witness that she did not go of her own + free will. + </p> + <p> + But what she willed was a matter of no account. King Philip's was, under + God's, the only will in Spain. Still, less perhaps to soften the sacrifice + imposed upon her than because of what he accounted due to one of his own + blood, his Catholic Majesty accorded her certain privileges unusual to + members of religious communities: he granted her a little civil list—two + ladies-in-waiting and two grooms—and conferred upon her the title of + Excellency, which she still retained even when after her hurried novitiate + of a single year she had taken the veil. She submitted where to have + striven would have been to have spent herself in vain; but her resignation + was only of the body, and this dejected body moved mechanically through + the tasks and recreations that go to make up the grey monotone of + conventual existence; in which one day is as another day, one hour as + another hour; in which the seasons of the year lose their significance; in + which time has no purpose save for its subdivision into periods devoted to + sleeping and waking, to eating and fasting, to praying and contemplating, + until life loses all purpose and object, and sterilizes itself into + preparation for death. + </p> + <p> + Though they might command and compel her body, her spirit remained + unfettered in rebellion. Anon the claustral apathy might encompass her; in + time and by slow degrees she might become absorbed into the grey spirit of + the place. But that time was not yet. For the present she must nourish her + caged and starving soul with memories of glimpses caught in passing of the + bright, active, stirring world without; and where memory stopped she had + now beside her a companion to regale her with tales of high adventure and + romantic deeds and knightly feats, which served but to feed and swell her + yearnings. + </p> + <p> + This companion, Frey Miguel de Souza, was a Portuguese friar of the order + of St. Augustine, a learned, courtly man who had moved in the great world + and spoke with the authority of an eye-witness. And above all he loved to + talk of that last romantic King of Portugal, with whom he had been + intimate, that high-spirited, headstrong, gallant, fair-haired lad + Sebastian, who at the age of four-and-twenty had led the disastrous + overseas expedition against the Infidel, which had been shattered on the + field of Alcacer-el-Kebir some fifteen years ago. + </p> + <p> + He loved to paint for her in words the dazzling knightly pageants he had + seen along the quays at Lisbon, when that expedition was embarking with + crusader ardour, the files of Portuguese knights and men-at-arms, the + array of German and Italian mercenaries, the young king in his bright + armour, bare of head—an incarnation of St. Michael—moving + forward exultantly amid flowers and acclamations to take ship for Africa. + And she would listen with parted lips and glistening eyes, her slim body + bending forward in her eagerness to miss no word of this great epic. Anon + when he came to tell of that disastrous day of Alcacer-el-Kebir, her dark, + eager eyes would fill with tears. His tale of it was hardly truthful. He + did not say that military incompetence and a presumptuous vanity which + would listen to no counsels had been the cause of a ruin that had engulfed + the chivalry of Portugal, and finally the very kingdom itself. He + represented the defeat as due to the overwhelming numbers of the Infidel, + and dwelt at length upon the closing scene, told her in fullest detail how + Sebastian had scornfully rejected the counsels of those who urged him to + fly when all was lost, how the young king, who had fought with a + lion-hearted courage, unwilling to survive the day's defeat, had turned + and ridden back alone into the Saracen host to fight his last fight and + find a knightly death. Thereafter he was seen no more. + </p> + <p> + It was a tale she never tired of hearing, and it moved her more and more + deeply each time she listened to it. She would ply him with questions + touching this Sebastian, who had been her cousin, concerning his ways of + life, his boyhood, and his enactments when he came to the crown of + Portugal. And all that Frey Miguel de Souza told her served but to engrave + more deeply upon her virgin mind the adorable image of the knightly king. + Ever present in the daily thoughts of this ardent girl, his empanoplied + figure haunted now her sleep, so real and vivid that her waking senses + would dwell fondly upon the dream-figure as upon the memory of someone + seen in actual life; likewise she treasured up the memory of the dream—words + he had uttered, words it would seem begotten of the longings of her + starved and empty heart, words of a kind not calculated to bring peace to + the soul of a nun professed. She was enamoured, deeply, fervently, and + passionately enamoured of a myth, a mental image of a man who had been + dust these fifteen years. She mourned him with a fond widow's mourning; + prayed daily and nightly for the repose of his soul, and in her exaltation + waited now almost impatiently for death that should unite her with him. + Taking joy in the thought that she should go to him a maid, she ceased at + last to resent the maidenhood that had been imposed upon her. + </p> + <p> + One day a sudden, wild thought filled her with a strange excitement. + </p> + <p> + “Is it so certain that he is dead?” she asked. “When all is said, none + actually saw him die, and you tell me that the body surrendered by + Mulai-Ahmed-ben-Mahomet was disfigured beyond recognition. Is it not + possible that he may have survived?” + </p> + <p> + The lean, swarthy face of Frey Miguel grew pensive. He did not impatiently + scorn the suggestion as she had half-feared he would. + </p> + <p> + “In Portugal,” he answered slowly, “it is firmly believed that he lives, + and that one day he will come, like another Redeemer, to deliver his + country from the thrall of Spain.” + </p> + <p> + “Then... then...” + </p> + <p> + Wistfully, he smiled. “A people will always believe what it wishes to + believe.” + </p> + <p> + “But you, yourself?” she pressed him. + </p> + <p> + He did not answer her at once. The cloud of thought deepened on his + ascetic face. He half turned from her—they were standing in the + shadow of the fretted cloisters—and his pensive eyes roamed over the + wide quadrangle that was at once the convent garden and burial ground. Out + there in the sunshine amid the hum of invisible but ubiquitously pulsating + life, three nuns, young and vigorous, their arms bared to the elbows, the + skirts of their black habits shortened by a cincture of rope, revealing + feet roughly shod in wood, were at work with spade and mattock, digging + their own graves in memento mori. Amid the shadows of the cloisters, + within sight but beyond earshot, hovered Dona Maria de Grado and Dona + Luiza Nieto, the two nobly-born nuns appointed by King Philip to an office + as nearly akin to that of ladies-in-waiting as claustral conditions would + permit. + </p> + <p> + At length Frey Miguel seemed to resolve himself. + </p> + <p> + “Since you ask me, why should I not tell you? When I was on my way to + preach the funeral oration in the Cathedral at Lisbon, as befitted one who + had been Don Sebastian's preacher, I was warned by a person of eminence to + have a care of what I said of Don Sebastian, for not only was he alive, + but he would be secretly present at the Requiem.” + </p> + <p> + He met her dilating glance, noted the quivering of her parted lips. + </p> + <p> + “But that,” he added, “was fifteen years ago, and since then I have had no + sign. At first I thought it possible... there was a story afloat that + might have been true... But fifteen years!” He sighed, and shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “What... what was the story?” She was trembling from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + “On the night after the battle three horsemen rode up to the gates of the + fortified coast-town of Arzilla. When the timid guard refused to open to + them, they announced that one of them was King Sebastian, and so won + admittance. One of the three was wrapped in a cloak, his face concealed, + and his two companions were observed to show him the deference due to + royalty.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, then...” she was beginning. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, but afterwards,” he interrupted her, “afterwards, when all Portugal + was thrown into commotion by that tale, it was denied that King Sebastian + had been among these horsemen. It was affirmed to have been no more than a + ruse of those men's to gain the shelter of the city.” + </p> + <p> + She questioned and cross-questioned him upon that, seeking to draw from + him the admission that it was possible denial and explanation obeyed the + wishes of the hidden prince. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is possible,” he admitted at length, “and it is believed by many + to be the fact. Don Sebastian was as sensitive as high-spirited. The shame + of his defeat may have hung so heavily upon him that he preferred to + remain in hiding, and to sacrifice a throne of which he now felt himself + unworthy. Half Portugal believes it so, and waits and hopes.” + </p> + <p> + When Frey Miguel parted from her that day, he took with him the clear + conviction that not in all Portugal was there a soul who hoped more + fervently than she that Don Sebastian lived, or yearned more passionately + to acclaim him should he show himself. And that was much to think, for the + yearning of Portugal was as the yearning of the slave for freedom. + </p> + <p> + Sebastian's mother was King Philip's sister, whereby King Philip had + claimed the succession, and taken possession of the throne of Portugal. + Portugal writhed under the oppressive heel of that foreign rule, and Frey + Miguel de Sousa himself, a deeply, passionately patriotic man, had been + foremost among those who had sought to liberate her. When Don Antonio, the + sometime Prior of Crato, Sebastian's natural cousin, and a bold, + ambitious, enterprising man, had raised the standard of revolt, the friar + had been the most active of all his coadjutators. In those days Frey + Miguel, who was the Provincial of his order, a man widely renowned for his + learning and experience of affairs, who had been preacher to Don Sebastian + and confessor to Don Antonio, had wielded a vast influence in Portugal. + That influence he had unstintingly exerted on behalf of the Pretender, to + whom he was profoundly devoted. After Don Antonio's army had been defeated + on land by the Duke of Alba, and his fleet shattered in the Azores in 1582 + by the Marquis of Santa Cruz, Frey Miguel found himself deeply compromised + by his active share in the rebellion. He was arrested and suffered a long + imprisonment in Spain. In the end, because he expressed repentance, and + because Philip II., aware of the man's gifts and worth, desired to attach + him to himself by gratitude, he was enlarged, and appointed Vicar of Santa + Maria la Real, where he was now become confessor, counsellor and confidant + of the Princess Anne of Austria. + </p> + <p> + But his gratitude to King Philip was not of a kind to change his nature, + to extinguish his devotion to the Pretender, Don Antonio—who, + restlessly ambitious, continued ceaselessly to plot abroad—or yet to + abate the fervour of his patriotism. The dream of his life was ever the + independence of Portugal, with a native prince upon the throne. And + because of Anne's fervent hope, a hope that grew almost daily into + conviction, that Sebastian had survived and would return one day to claim + his kingdom, those two at Madrigal, in that quiet eddy of the great stream + of life, were drawn more closely to each other. + </p> + <p> + But as the years passed, and Anne's prayers remained unanswered and the + deliverer did not come, her hopes began to fade again. Gradually she + reverted to her earlier frame of mind in which all hopes were set upon a + reunion with the unknown beloved in the world to come. + </p> + <p> + One evening in the spring of 1594—four years after the name of + Sebastian had first passed between the priest and the princess—Frey + Miguel was walking down the main street of Madrigal, a village whose every + inhabitant was known to him, when he came suddenly face to face with a + stranger. A stranger would in any case have drawn his attention, but there + was about this man something familiar to the friar, something that stirred + in him vague memories of things long forgotten. His garb of shabby black + was that of a common townsman, but there was something in his air and + glance, his soldierly carriage, and the tilt of his bearded chin, that + belied his garb. He bore upon his person the stamp of intrepidity and + assurance. + </p> + <p> + Both halted, each staring at the other, a faint smile on the lips of the + stranger—who, in the fading light, might have been of any age from + thirty to fifty—a puzzled frown upon the brow of the friar. Then the + man swept off his broad-brimmed hat. + </p> + <p> + “God save your paternity,” was his greeting. + </p> + <p> + “God save you, my son,” replied Frey Miguel, still pondering him. “I seem + to know you. Do I?” + </p> + <p> + The stranger laughed. “Though all the world forget, your paternity should + remember me.” + </p> + <p> + And then Frey Miguel sucked in his breath sharply. “My God!” he cried, and + set a hand upon the fellow's shoulder, looking deeply into those bold, + grey eyes. “What make you here?” + </p> + <p> + “I am a pastry-cook.” + </p> + <p> + “A pastry-cook? You?” + </p> + <p> + “One must live, and it is a more honest trade than most. I was in + Valladolid, when I heard that your paternity was the Vicar of the Convent + here, and so for the sake of old times—of happier times—I + bethought me that I might claim your paternity's support.” He spoke with a + careless arrogance, half-tinged with mockery. + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly...” began the priest, and then he checked. “Where is your + shop?” + </p> + <p> + “Just down the street. Will your paternity honour me?” + </p> + <p> + Frey Miguel bowed, and together they departed. + </p> + <p> + For three days thereafter the convent saw the friar only in the + celebration of the Mass. But on the morning of the fourth, he went + straight from the sacristy to the parlour, and, despite the early hour, + desired to see her Excellency. + </p> + <p> + “Lady,” he told her, “I have great news; news that will rejoice your + heart.” She looked at him, and saw the feverish glitter in his sunken + eyes, the hectic flush on his prominent cheek-bones. “Don Sebastian lives. + I have seen him.” + </p> + <p> + A moment she stared at him as if she did not understand. Then she paled + until her face became as white as the nun's coil upon her brow; her breath + came in a faint moan, she stiffened, and swayed upon her feet, and caught + at the back of a prie-dieu to steady and save herself from falling. He saw + that he had blundered by his abruptness, that he had failed to gauge the + full depth of her feelings for the Hidden Prince, and for a moment feared + that she would swoon under the shock of the news he had so recklessly + delivered. + </p> + <p> + “What do you say? Oh, what do you say?” she moaned, her eyes half-closed. + </p> + <p> + He repeated the news in more measured, careful terms, exerting all the + magnetism of his will to sustain her reeling senses. Gradually she quelled + the storm of her emotions. + </p> + <p> + “And you say that you have seen him? Oh!” Once more the colour suffused + her cheeks, and her eyes glowed, her expression became radiant. “Where is + he?” + </p> + <p> + “Here. Here in Madrigal.” + </p> + <p> + “In Madrigal?” She was all amazement. “But why in Madrigal?” + </p> + <p> + “He was in Valladolid, and there heard that I—his sometime preacher + and counsellor—was Vicar here at Santa Maria la Real. He came to + seek me. He comes disguised, under the false name of Gabriel de Espinosa, + and setting up as a pastry-cook until his term of penance shall be + completed, and he shall be free to disclose himself once more to his + impatiently awaiting people.” + </p> + <p> + It was bewildering, intoxicating news to her. It set her mind in turmoil, + made of her soul a battle-ground for mad hope and dreadful fear. This + dream-prince, who for four years had been the constant companion of her + thoughts, whom her exalted, ardent, imaginative, starved Soul had come to + love with a consuming passion, was a living reality near at hand, to be + seen in the flesh by the eyes of her body. It was a thought that set her + in an ecstasy of terror, so that she dared not ask Frey Miguel to bring + Don Sebastian to her. But she plied him with questions, and so elicited + from him a very circumstantial story. + </p> + <p> + Sebastian, after his defeat and escape, had made a vow upon the Holy + Sepulchre to lay aside the royal dignity of which he deemed that he had + proved himself unworthy, and to do penance for the pride that had brought + him down, by roaming the world in humble guise, earning his bread by the + labour of his hands and the sweat of his brow like any common hind, until + he should have purged his offense and rendered himself worthy once more to + resume the estate to which he had been born. + </p> + <p> + It was a tale that moved her pity to the point of tears. It exalted her + hero even beyond the eminence he had already held in her fond dreams, + particularly when to that general outline were added in the days that + followed details of the wanderings and sufferings of the Hidden Prince. At + last, some few weeks after that first startling announcement of his + presence, in the early days of August of that year 1594, Frey Miguel + proposed to her the thing she most desired, yet dared not beg. + </p> + <p> + “I have told His Majesty of your attachment to his memory in all these + years in which we thought him dead, and he is deeply touched. He desires + your leave to come and prostrate himself at your feet.” + </p> + <p> + She crimsoned from brow to chin, then paled again; her bosom heaved in + tumult. Between dread and yearning she spoke a faint consent. + </p> + <p> + Next day he came, brought by Frey Miguel to the convent parlour, where her + Excellency waited, her two attendant nuns discreetly in the background. + Her eager, frightened eyes beheld a man of middle height, dignified of + mien and carriage, dressed with extreme simplicity, yet without the + shabbiness in which Frey Miguel had first discovered him. + </p> + <p> + His hair was of a light brown—the colour to which the golden locks + of the boy who had sailed for Africa some fifteen years ago might well + have faded—his beard of an auburn tint, and his eyes were grey. His + face was handsome, and save for the colour of his eyes and the high arch + of his nose presented none of the distinguishing and marring features + peculiar to the House of Austria, from which Don Sebastian derived through + his mother. + </p> + <p> + Hat in hand, he came forward, and went down on one knee before her. + </p> + <p> + “I am here to receive your Excellency's commands,” he said. + </p> + <p> + She steadied her shuddering knees and trembling lips. + </p> + <p> + “Are you Gabriel de Espinosa, who has come to Madrigal to set up as a + pastry-cook?” she asked him. + </p> + <p> + “To serve your Excellency.” + </p> + <p> + “Then be welcome, though I am sure that the trade you least understand is + that of a pastry-cook.” + </p> + <p> + The kneeling man bowed his handsome head, and fetched a deep sigh. + </p> + <p> + “If in the past I had better understood another trade, I should not now be + reduced to following this one.” + </p> + <p> + She urged him now to rise, hereafter the entertainment between them was + very brief on that first occasion. He departed upon a promise to come soon + again, and the undertaking on her side to procure for his shop the + patronage of the convent. + </p> + <p> + Thereafter it became his custom to attend the morning Mass celebrated by + Frey Miguel in the convent chapel—which was open to the public—and + afterwards to seek the friar in the sacristy and accompany him thence to + the convent parlour, where the Princess waited, usually with one or + another of her attendant nuns. These daily interviews were brief at first, + but gradually they lengthened until they came to consume the hours to + dinner-time, and presently even that did not suffice, and Sebastian must + come again later in the day. + </p> + <p> + And as the interviews increased and lengthened, so they grew also in + intimacy between the royal pair, and plans for Sebastian's future came to + be discussed. She urged him to proclaim himself. His penance had been + overlong already for what was really no fault at all, since it is the + heart rather than the deed that Heaven judges, and his heart had been + pure, his intention in making war upon the Infidel loftily pious. + Diffidently he admitted that it might be so, but both he and Frey Miguel + were of opinion that it would be wiser now to await the death of Philip + II., which, considering his years and infirmities, could not be long + delayed. Out of jealousy for his possessions, King Philip might oppose + Sebastian's claims. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile these daily visits of Espinosa's, and the long hours he spent in + Anne's company gave, as was inevitable, rise to scandal, within and + without the convent. She was a nun professed, interdicted from seeing any + man but her confessor other than through the parlour grating, and even + then not at such length or with such constancy as this. The intimacy + between them—fostered and furthered by Frey Miguel—had so + ripened in a few weeks that Anne was justified in looking upon him as her + saviour from the living tomb to which she had been condemned, in hoping + that he would restore her to the life and liberty for which she had ever + yearned by taking her to Queen when his time came to claim his own. What + if she was a nun professed? Her profession had been against her will, + preceded by only one year of novitiate, and she was still within the five + probationary years prescribed. Therefore, in her view, her vows were + revocable. + </p> + <p> + But this was a matter beyond the general consideration or knowledge, and + so the scandal grew. Within the convent there was none bold enough, + considering Anne's royal rank, to offer remonstrance or advice, + particularly too, considering that her behaviour had the sanction of Frey + Miguel, the convent's spiritual adviser. But from without, from the + Provincial of the Order of St. Augustine, came at last a letter to Anne, + respectfully stern in tone, to inform her that the numerous visits she + received from a pastry-cook were giving rise to talk, for which it would + be wise to cease to give occasion. That recommendation scorched her proud, + sensitive soul with shame. She sent her servant Roderos at once to fetch + Frey Miguel, and placed the letter in his hands. + </p> + <p> + The friar's dark eyes scanned it and grew troubled. + </p> + <p> + “It was to have been feared,” he said, and sighed. + </p> + <p> + “There is but one remedy, lest worse follow and all be ruined. Don + Sebastian must go.” + </p> + <p> + “Go?” Fear robbed her of breath. “Go where?” + </p> + <p> + “Away from Madrigal—anywhere—and at once; tomorrow at latest.” + And then, seeing the look of horror in her face, “What else, what else?” + he added, impatiently. “This meddlesome provincial may be stirring up + trouble already.” + </p> + <p> + She fought down her emotion. “I... I shall see him before he goes?” she + begged. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. It may not be wise. I must consider.” He flung away in + deepest perturbation, leaving her with a sense that life was slipping from + her. + </p> + <p> + That late September evening, as she sat stricken in her room, hoping + against hope for at least another glimpse of him, Dona Maria de Grado + brought word that Espinosa was even then in the convent in Frey Miguel's + cell. Fearful lest he should be smuggled thence without her seeing him, + And careless of the impropriety of the hour—it was already eight + o'clock and dusk was falling—she at once dispatched Roderos to the + friar, bidding him bring Espinosa to her in the parlour. + </p> + <p> + The friar obeyed, and the lovers—they were no less by now—came + face to face in anguish. + </p> + <p> + “My lord, my lord,” she cried, casting all prudence to the winds, “what is + decided?” + </p> + <p> + “That I leave in the morning,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “To go where?” She was distraught. + </p> + <p> + “Where?” He shrugged. “To Valladolid at first, and then... where God + pleases.” + </p> + <p> + “And when shall I see you again?” + </p> + <p> + “When... when God pleases.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am terrified... if I should lose you... if I should never see you + more!” She was panting, distraught. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, lady, nay,” he answered. “I shall come for you when the time is + ripe. I shall return by All Saints, or by Christmas at the latest, and I + shall bring with me one who will avouch me.” + </p> + <p> + “What need any to avouch you to me?” she protested, on a note of + fierceness. “We belong to each other, you and I. But you are free to roam + the world, and I am caged here and helpless...” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, but I shall free you soon, and we'll go hence together. See.” He + stepped to the table. There was an ink-horn, a box of pounce, some quills, + and a sheaf of paper there. He took up a quill, and wrote with labour, for + princes are notoriously poor scholars: + </p> + <p> + “I, Don Sebastian, by the Grace of God King of Portugal, take to wife the + most serene Dona ulna of Austria, daughter of the most serene Prince, Don + John of Austria, by virtue of the dispensation which I hold from two + pontiffs.” + </p> + <p> + And he signed it—after the manner of the Kings of Portugal in all + ages—“El Rey”—the King. + </p> + <p> + “Will that content you, lady?” he pleaded, handing it to her. + </p> + <p> + “How shall this scrawl content me?” + </p> + <p> + “It is a bond I shall redeem as soon as Heaven will permit.” + </p> + <p> + Thereafter she fell to weeping, and he to protesting, until Frey Miguel + urged him to depart, as it grew late. And then she forgot her own grief, + and became all solicitude for him, until naught would content her but she + must empty into his hands her little store of treasure—a hundred + ducats and such jewels as she possessed, including a gold watch set with + diamonds and a ring bearing a cameo portrait of King Philip, and last of + all a portrait of herself, of the size of a playing-card. + </p> + <p> + At last, as ten was striking, he was hurried away. Frey Miguel had gone on + his knees to him, and kissed his hand, what time he had passionately urged + him not to linger; and then Sebastian had done the same by the Princess + both weeping now. At last he was gone, and on the arm of Dona Maria de + Grado the forlorn Anne staggered back to her cell to weep and pray. + </p> + <p> + In the days that followed she moved, pale and listless, oppressed by her + sense of loss and desolation, a desolation which at last she sought to + mitigate by writing to him to Valladolid, whither he had repaired. Of all + those letters only two survive. + </p> + <p> + “My king and lord,” she wrote in one of these, “alas! How we suffer by + absence! I am so filled with the pain of it that if I did not seek the + relief of writing to your Majesty and thus spend some moments in communion + with you, there would be an end to me. What I feel to-day is what I feel + every day when I recall the happy moments so deliciously spent, which are + no more. This privation is for me so severe a punishment of heaven that I + should call it unjust, for without cause I find myself deprived of the + happiness missed by me for so many years and purchased at the price of + suffering and tears. Ah, my lord, how willingly, nevertheless, would I not + suffer all over again the misfortunes that have crushed me if thus I might + spare your Majesty the least of them. May He who rules the world grant my + prayers and set a term to so great an unhappiness, and to the intolerable + torment I suffer through being deprived of the presence of your Majesty. + It were impossible for long to suffer so much pain and live. + </p> + <p> + “I belong to you, my lord; you know it already. The troth I plighted to + you I shall keep in life and in death, for death itself could not tear it + from my soul, and this immortal soul will harbour it through eternity...” + </p> + <p> + Thus and much more in the same manner wrote the niece of King Philip of + Spain to Gabriel Espinosa, the pastry-cook, in his Valladolid retreat. How + he filled his days we do not know, beyond the fact that he moved freely + abroad. For it was in the streets of that town that meddlesome Fate + brought him face to face one day with Gregorio Gonzales, under whom + Espinosa had been a scullion once in the service of the Count of Nyeba. + </p> + <p> + Gregorio hailed him, staring round-eyed; for although Espinosa's garments + were not in their first freshness they were far from being those of a + plebeian. + </p> + <p> + “In whose service may you be now?” quoth the intrigued Gregorio, so soon + as greetings had passed between them. + </p> + <p> + Espinosa shook off his momentary embarrassment, and took the hand of his + sometime comrade. “Times are changed, friend Gregorio. I am not in + anybody's service, rather do I require servants myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is your present situation?” + </p> + <p> + Loftily Espinosa put him off. “No matter for that,” he answered, with a + dignity that forbade further questions. He gathered his cloak about him to + proceed upon his way. “If there is anything you wish for I shall be happy, + for old times' sake, to oblige you.” + </p> + <p> + But Gregorio was by no means disposed to part from him. We do not readily + part from an old friend whom we rediscover in an unsuspected state of + affluence. Espinosa must home with Gregorio. Gregorio's wife would be + charmed to renew his acquaintance, and to hear from his own lips of his + improved and prosperous state. Gregorio would take no refusal, and in the + end Espinosa, yielding to his insistence, went with him to the sordid + quarter where Gregorio had his dwelling. + </p> + <p> + About an unclean table of pine, in a squalid room, sat the three—Espinosa, + Gregorio, and Gregorio's wife; but the latter displayed none of the signs + of satisfaction at Espinosa's prosperity which Gregorio had promised. + Perhaps Espinosa observed her evil envy, and it may have been to nourish + it—which is the surest way to punish envy—that he made + Gregorio a magnificent offer of employment. + </p> + <p> + “Enter my service,” said he, “and I will pay you fifty ducats down and + four ducats a month.” + </p> + <p> + Obviously they were incredulous of his affluence. To convince them he + displayed a gold watch—most rare possession—set with diamonds, + a ring of price, and other costly jewels. The couple stared now with + dazzled eyes. + </p> + <p> + “But didn't you tell me when we were in Madrid together that you had been + a pastry-cook at Ocana?” burst from Gregorio. + </p> + <p> + Espinosa smiled. “How many kings and princes have been compelled to + conceal themselves under disguises?” he asked oracularly. And seeing them + stricken, he must play upon them further. Nothing, it seems, was sacred to + him—not even the portrait of that lovely, desolate royal lady in her + convent at Madrigal. Forth he plucked it, and thrust it to them across the + stains of wine and oil that befouled their table. + </p> + <p> + “Look at this beautiful lady, the most beautiful in Spain,” he bade them. + “A prince could not have a lovelier bride.” + </p> + <p> + “But she is dressed as a nun,” the woman protested. “How, then, can she + marry?” + </p> + <p> + “For kings there are no laws,” he told her with finality. + </p> + <p> + At last he departed, but bidding Gregorio to think of the offer he had + made him. He would come again for the cook's reply, leaving word meanwhile + of where he was lodged. + </p> + <p> + They deemed him mad, and were disposed to be derisive. Yet the woman's + disbelief was quickened into malevolence by the jealous fear that what he + had told them of himself might, after all, be true. Upon that malevolence + she acted forthwith, lodging an information with Don Rodrigo de Santillan, + the Alcalde of Valladolid. + </p> + <p> + Very late that night Espinosa was roused from his sleep to find his room + invaded by alguaziles—the police of the Alcalde. He was arrested and + dragged before Don Rodrigo to give an account of himself and of certain + objects of value found in his possession—more particularly of a + ring, on the cameo of which was carved a portrait of King Philip. + </p> + <p> + “I am Gabriel de Espinosa,” he answered firmly, “a pastry-cook of + Madrigal.” + </p> + <p> + “Then how come you by these jewels?” + </p> + <p> + “They were given me by Dona Ana of Austria to sell for her account. That + is the business that has brought me to Valladolid.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this Dona Ana's portrait?” + </p> + <p> + “It is.” + </p> + <p> + “And this lock of hair? Is that also Dona Ana's? And do you, then, pretend + that these were also given you to sell?” + </p> + <p> + “Why else should they be given me?” + </p> + <p> + Don Rodrigo wondered. They were useless things to steal, and as for the + lock of hair, where should the fellow find a buyer for that? The Alcalde + conned his man more closely, and noted that dignity of bearing, that calm + assurance which usually is founded upon birth and worth. He sent him to + wait in prison, what time he went to ransack the fellow's house in + Madrigal. + </p> + <p> + Don Rodrigo was prompt in acting; yet even so his prisoner mysteriously + found means to send a warning that enabled Frey Miguel to forestall the + Alcalde. Before Don Rodrigo's arrival, the friar had abstracted from + Espinosa's house a box of papers which he reduced to ashes. Unfortunately + Espinosa had been careless. Four letters not confided to the box were + discovered by the alguaziles. Two of them were from Anne—one of + which supplies the extract I have given; the other two from Frey Miguel + himself. + </p> + <p> + Those letters startled Don Rodrigo de Santillan. He was a shrewd reasoner + and well-informed. He knew how the justice of Castile was kept on the + alert by the persistent plottings of the Portuguese Pretender, Don + Antonio, sometime Prior of Crato. He was intimate with the past life of + Frey Miguel, knew his self-sacrificing patriotism and passionate devotion + to the cause of Don Antonio, remembered the firm dignity of his prisoner, + and leapt at a justifiable conclusion. The man in his hands—the man + whom the Princess Anne addressed in such passionate terms by the title of + Majesty—was the Prior of Crato. He conceived that he had stumbled + here upon something grave and dangerous. He ordered the arrest of Frey + Miguel, and then proceeded to visit Dona Ana at the convent. His methods + were crafty, and depended upon the effect of surprise. He opened the + interview by holding up before her one of the letters he had found, asking + her if she acknowledged it for her own. + </p> + <p> + She stared a moment panic-stricken; then snatched it from his hands, tore + it across, and would have torn again, but that he caught her wrists in a + grip of iron to prevent her, with little regard in that moment for the + blood royal in her veins. King Philip was a stern master, pitiless to + blunderers, and Don Rodrigo knew he never would be forgiven did he suffer + that precious letter to be destroyed. + </p> + <p> + Overpowered in body and in spirit, she surrendered the fragments and + confessed the letter her own. + </p> + <p> + “What is the real name of this man, who calls himself a pastry-cook, and + to whom you write in such terms as these?” quoth the magistrate. + </p> + <p> + “He is Don Sebastian, King of Portugal.” And to that declaration she added + briefly the story of his escape from Alcacer-el-Kebir and subsequent + penitential wanderings. + </p> + <p> + Don Rodrigo departed, not knowing what to think or believe, but convinced + that it was time he laid the whole matter before King Philip. His Catholic + Majesty was deeply perturbed. He at once dispatched Don Juan de Llano, the + Apostolic Commissary of the Holy Office to Madrigal to sift the matter, + and ordered that Anne should be solitarily confined in her cell, and her + nuns-in-waiting and servants placed under arrest. + </p> + <p> + Espinosa, for greater security, was sent from Valladolid to the prison of + Medina del Campo. He was taken thither in a coach with an escort of + arquebusiers. + </p> + <p> + “Why convey a poor pastry-cook with so much honour?” he asked his guards, + half-mockingly. + </p> + <p> + Within the coach he was accompanied by a soldier named Cervatos, a + travelled man, who fell into talk with him, and discovered that he spoke + both French and German fluently. But when Cervatos addressed him in + Portuguese the prisoner seemed confused, and replied that although he had + been in Portugal, he could not speak the language. + </p> + <p> + Thereafter, throughout that winter, examinations of the three chief + prisoners—Espinosa, Frey Miguel, and the Princess Anne—succeeded + one another with a wearisome monotony of results. The Apostolic Commissary + interrogated the princess and Frey Miguel; Don Rodrigo conducted the + examinations of Espinosa. But nothing was elicited that took the matter + forward or tended to dispel its mystery. + </p> + <p> + The princess replied with a candour that became more and more tinged with + indignation under the persistent and at times insulting interrogatories. + She insisted that the prisoner was Don Sebastian, and wrote passionate + letters to Espinosa, begging him for her honour's sake to proclaim himself + what he really was, declaring to him that the time had come to cast off + all disguise. + </p> + <p> + Yet the prisoner, unmoved by these appeals, persisted that he was Gabriel + de Espinosa, a pastry-cook. But the man's bearing, and the air of mystery + cloaking him, seemed in themselves to belie that asseveration. That he + could not be the Prior of Crato, Don Rodrigo had now assured himself. He + fenced skilfully under examination, ever evading the magistrate's + practiced point when it sought to pin him, and he was no less careful to + say nothing that should incriminate either of the other two prisoners. He + denied that he had ever given himself out to be Don Sebastian, though he + admitted that Frey Miguel and the princess had persuaded themselves that + he was that lost prince. + </p> + <p> + He pleaded ignorance when asked who were his parents, stating that he had + never known either of them—an answer this which would have fitted + the case of Don Sebastian, who was born after his father's death, and + quitted in early infancy by his mother. + </p> + <p> + As for Frey Miguel, he stated boldly under examination the conviction that + Don Sebastian had survived the African expedition, and the belief that + Espinosa might well be the missing monarch. He protested that he had acted + in good faith throughout, and without any thought of disloyalty to the + King of Spain. + </p> + <p> + Late one night, after he had been some three months in prison, Espinosa + was roused from sleep by an unexpected visit from the Alcalde. At once he + would have risen and dressed. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said Don Rodrigo, restraining him, “that is not necessary for what + is intended.” + </p> + <p> + It was a dark phrase which the prisoner, sitting up in bed with tousled + hair, and blinking in the light of the torches, instantly interpreted into + a threat of torture. His face grew white. + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible,” he protested. “The King cannot have ordered what you + suggest. His Majesty will take into account that I am a man of honour. He + may require my death, but in an honourable manner, and not upon the rack. + And as for its being used to make me speak, I have nothing to add to what + I have said already.” + </p> + <p> + The stern, dark face of the Alcalde was overspread by a grim smile. + </p> + <p> + “I would have you remark that you fall into contradictions. Sometimes you + pretend to be of humble and lowly origin, and sometimes a person of + honourable degree. To hear you at this moment one might suppose that to + submit you to torture would be to outrage your dignity. What then...” + </p> + <p> + Don Rodrigo broke off suddenly to stare, then snatched a torch from the + hand of his alguaziles and held it close to the face of the prisoner, who + cowered now, knowing full well what it was the Alcalde had detected. In + that strong light Don Rodrigo saw that the prisoner's hair and beard had + turned grey at the roots, and so received the last proof that he had to do + with the basest of impostures. The fellow had been using dyes, the supply + of which had been cut short by his imprisonment. Don Rodrigo departed + well-satisfied with the results of that surprise visit. + </p> + <p> + Thereafter Espinosa immediately shaved himself. But it was too late, and + even so, before many weeks were past his hair had faded to its natural + grey, and he presented the appearance of what in fact he was—a man + of sixty, or thereabouts. + </p> + <p> + Yet the torture to which he was presently submitted drew nothing from him + that could explain all that yet remained obscure. It was from Frey Miguel, + after a thousand prevarications and tergiversations, that the full truth—known + to himself alone—was extracted by the rack. + </p> + <p> + He confessed that, inspired by the love of country and the ardent desire + to liberate Portugal from the Spanish yoke, he had never abandoned the + hope of achieving this, and of placing Don Antonio, the Prior of Crato, on + the throne of his ancestors. He had devised a plan, primarily inspired by + the ardent nature of the Princess Anne and her impatience of the + conventual life. It was while casting about for the chief instrument that + he fortuitously met Espinosa in the streets of Madrigal. Espinosa had been + a soldier, and had seen the world. During the war between Spain and + Portugal he had served in the armies of King Philip, had befriended Frey + Miguel when the friar's convent was on the point of being invaded by + soldiery, and had rescued him from the peril of it. Thus they had become + acquainted, and Frey Miguel had had an instance of the man's resource and + courage. Further, he was of the height of Don Sebastian and of the build + to which the king might have grown in the years that were sped, and he + presented other superficial resemblances to the late king. The colour of + his hair and beard could be corrected; and he might be made to play the + part of the Hidden Prince for whose return Portugal was waiting so + passionately and confidently. There had been other impostors aforetime, + but they had lacked the endowments of Espinosa, and their origins could be + traced without difficulty. In addition to these natural endowments, + Espinosa should be avouched by Frey Miguel than whom nobody in the world + was better qualified in such a matter—and by the niece of King + Philip, to whom he would be married when he raised his standard. It was + arranged that the three should go to Paris so soon as the arrangements + were complete, where the Pretender would be accredited by the exiled + friends of Don Antonio residing there—the Prior of Crato being a + party to the plot. From France Frey Miguel would have worked in Portugal + through his agents, and presently would have gone there himself to stir up + a national movement in favour of a pretender so fully accredited. Thus he + had every hope of restoring Portugal to her independence. Once this should + have been accomplished, Don Antonio would appear in Lisbon, unmask the + impostor, and himself assume the crown of the kingdom which had been + forcibly and definitely wrenched from Spain. + </p> + <p> + That was the crafty plan which the priest had laid with a singleness of + aim and a detachment from minor considerations that never hesitated to + sacrifice the princess, together with the chief instrument of the + intrigue. Was the liberation of a kingdom, the deliverance of a nation + from servitude, the happiness of a whole people, to weigh in the balance + against the fates of a natural daughter of Don John of Austria and a + soldier of fortune turned pastry-cook? Frey Miguel thought not, and his + plot might well have succeeded but for the base strain in Espinosa and the + man's overweening vanity, which had urged him to dazzle the Gonzales at + Valladolid. That vanity sustained him to the end, which he suffered in + October of 1595, a full year after his arrest. To the last he avoided + admissions that should throw light upon his obscure identity and origin. + </p> + <p> + “If it were known who I am...” he would say, and there break off. + </p> + <p> + He was hanged, drawn and quartered, and he endured his fate with calm + fortitude. Frey Miguel suffered in the same way with the like dignity, + after having undergone degradation from his priestly dignity. + </p> + <p> + As for the unfortunate Princess Anne, crushed under a load of shame and + humiliation, she had gone to her punishment in the previous July. The + Apostolic Commissary notified her of the sentence which King Philip had + confirmed. She was to be transferred to another convent, there to undergo + a term of four years' solitary confinement in her cell, and to fast on + bread and water every Friday. She was pronounced incapable of ever holding + any office, and was to be treated on the expiry of her term as an ordinary + nun, her civil list abolished, her title of Excellency to be extinguished, + together with all other honours and privileges conferred upon her by King + Philip. + </p> + <p> + The piteous letters of supplication that she addressed to the King, her + uncle, still exist. But they left the cold, implacable Philip of Spain + unmoved. Her only sin was that, yielding to the hunger of her starved + heart, and chafing under the ascetic life imposed upon her, she had allowed + herself to be fascinated by the prospect of becoming the protectress of + one whom she believed to be an unfortunate and romantic prince, and of + exchanging her convent for a throne. + </p> + <p> + Her punishment—poor soul—endured for close upon forty years, + but the most terrible part of it was not that which lay within the + prescription of King Philip, but that which arose from her own broken and + humiliated spirit. She had been uplifted a moment by a glorious hope, to + be cast down again into the blackest despair, to which a shame unspeakable + and a tortured pride were added. + </p> + <p> + Than hers, as I have said, there is in history no sadder story. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. THE END OF THE “VERT GALANT” + </h2> + <h3> + The Assassination of Henry IV + </h3> + <p> + In the year 1609 died the last Duke of Cleves, and King Henry IV. of + France and Navarre fell in love with Charlotte de Montmorency. + </p> + <p> + In their conjunction these two events were to influence the destinies of + Europe. In themselves they were trivial enough, since it was as much a + commonplace that an old gentleman should die as that Henry of Bearn should + fall in love. Love had been the main relaxation of his otherwise strenuous + life, and neither the advancing years—he was fifty-six at this date—nor + the recriminations of Maria de' Medici, his long-suffering Florentine + wife, sufficed to curb his zest. + </p> + <p> + Possibly there may have been a husband more unfaithful than King Henry; + probably there was not. His gallantries were outrageous, his taste in + women catholic, and his illegitimate progeny outnumbered that of his + grandson, the English sultan Charles II. He differs, however, from the + latter in that he was not quite as Oriental in the manner of his + self-indulgence. Charles, by comparison, was a mere dullard who turned + Whitehall into a seraglio. Henry preferred the romantic manner, the high + adventure, and knew how to be gallant in two senses. + </p> + <p> + This gallantry of his is not, perhaps, seen to best advantage in the + affair of Charlotte de Montmorency To begin with he was, as I have said, + in his fifty-sixth year, an age at which it is difficult, without being + ridiculous, to unbridle a passion for a girl of twenty. Unfortunately for + him, Charlotte does not appear to have found him so. On the contrary, her + lovely, empty head was so turned by the flattery of his addresses, that + she came to reciprocate the passion she inspired. + </p> + <p> + Her family had proposed to marry her to the gay and witty Marshal de + Bassompierre; and although his heart was not at all engaged, the marshal + found the match extremely suitable, and was willing enough, until the King + declared himself. Henry used the most impudent frankness. + </p> + <p> + “Bassompierre, I will speak to you as a friend,” said he. “I am in love, + and desperately in love, with Mademoiselle de Montmorency. If you should + marry her I should hate you. If she should love me you would hate me. A + breach of our friendship would desolate me, for I love you with sincere + affection.” + </p> + <p> + That was enough for Bassompierre. He had no mind to go further with a + marriage of convenience which in the sequel would most probably give him + to choose between assuming the ridiculous role of a complacent husband and + being involved in a feud with his prince. He said as much, and thanked the + King for his frankness, whereupon Henry, liking him more than ever for his + good sense, further opened his mind to him. + </p> + <p> + “I am thinking of marrying her to my nephew, Conde. Thus I shall have her + in my family to be the comfort of my old age, which is coming on. Conde, + who thinks of nothing but hunting, shall have a hundred thousand livres a + year with which to amuse himself.” + </p> + <p> + Bassompierre understood perfectly the kind of bargain that was in Henry's + mind. As for the Prince de Conde, he appears to have been less acute, no + doubt because his vision was dazzled by the prospect of a hundred thousand + livres a year. So desperately poor was he that for half that sum he would + have taken Lucifer's own daughter to wife, without stopping to consider + the disadvantages it might entail. + </p> + <p> + The marriage was quietly celebrated at Chantilly in February of 1609. + Trouble followed fast. Not only did Conde perceive at last precisely what + was expected of him, and indignantly rebel against it, but the Queen, too, + was carefully instructed in the matter by Concino Concini and his wife + Leonora Galigai, the ambitious adventurers who had come from Florence in + her train, and who saw in the King's weakness their own opportunity. + </p> + <p> + The scandal that ensued was appalling. Never before had the relations + between Henry and his queen been strained so nearly to breaking-point. And + then, whilst the trouble of Henry's own making was growing about him until + it threatened to overwhelm him, he received a letter from Vaucelas, his + ambassador at Madrid, containing revelations that changed his annoyance + into stark apprehension. + </p> + <p> + When the last Duke of Cleves died a few months before, “leaving all the + world his heirs”—to use Henry's own phrase—the Emperor had + stepped in, and over-riding the rights of certain German princes had + bestowed the fief upon his own nephew, the Archduke Leopold. Now this was + an arrangement that did not suit Henry's policy at all, and being then—as + the result of a wise husbanding of resources—the most powerful + prince in Europe, Henry was not likely to submit tamely to arrangements + that did not suit him. His instructions to Vaucelas were to keep open the + difference between France and the House of Austria arising out of this + matter of Cleves. All Europe knew that Henry desired to marry the Dauphin + to the heiress of Lorraine, so that this State might one day be united + with France; and it was partly to support this claim that he was now + disposed to attach the German princes to his interests. + </p> + <p> + Yet what Vaucelas told him in that letter was that certain agents at the + court of Spain, chief among whom was the Florentine ambassador, acting + upon instructions from certain members of the household of the Queen of + France, and from others whom Vaucelas said he dared not mention, were + intriguing to blast Henry's designs against the house of Austria, and to + bring him willy-nilly into a union with Spain. These agents had gone so + far in their utter disregard of Henry's own intentions as to propose to + the Council of Madrid that the alliance should be cemented by a marriage + between the Dauphin and the Infanta. + </p> + <p> + That letter sent Henry early one morning hot-foot to the Arsenal, where + Sully, his Minister of State, had his residence. Maximilien de Bethune, + Duke of Sully, was not merely the King's servant, he was his closest + friend, the very keeper of his soul; and the King leaned upon him and + sought his guidance not only in State affairs, but in the most intimate + and domestic matters. Often already had it fallen to Sully to patch up the + differences created between husband and wife by Henry's persistent + infidelities. + </p> + <p> + The King, arriving like the whirlwind, turned everybody out of the closet + in which the duke—but newly risen—received him in bed-gown and + night-cap. Alone with his minister, Henry came abruptly to the matter. + </p> + <p> + “You have heard what is being said of me?” he burst out. He stood with his + back to the window, a sturdy, erect, soldierly figure, a little above the + middle height, dressed like a captain of fortune in jerkin and long boots + of grey leather, and a grey hat with a wine-coloured ostrich plume. His + countenance matched his raiment. Keeneyed, broad of brow, with a + high-bridged, pendulous nose, red lips, a tuft of beard and a pair of + grizzled, bristling moustachios, he looked half-hero, half-satyr; + half-Captain, half-Polichinelle. + </p> + <p> + Sully, tall and broad, the incarnation of respectability and dignity, + despite bed-gown and slippers and the nightcap covering his high, bald + crown, made no presence of misunderstanding him. + </p> + <p> + “Of you and the Princesse de Conde, you mean, sire?” quoth he, and gravely + he shook his head. “It is a matter that has filled me with apprehension, + for I foresee from it far greater trouble than from any former attachment + of yours.” + </p> + <p> + “So they have convinced you, too, Grand-Master?” Henry's tone was almost + sorrowful. “Yet I swear that all is greatly exaggerated. It is the work of + that dog Concini. <i>Ventre St. Gris!</i> If he has no respect for me, at least + he might consider how he slanders a child of such grace and wit and + beauty, a lady of her high birth and noble lineage.” + </p> + <p> + There was a dangerous quiver of emotion in his voice that was not missed + by the keen ears of Sully. Henry moved from the window, and flung into a + chair. + </p> + <p> + “Concini works to enrage the Queen against me, and to drive her to take + violent resolutions which might give colour to their pernicious designs.” + </p> + <p> + “Sire!” It was a cry of protest from Sully. + </p> + <p> + Henry laughed grimly at his minister's incredulity, and plucked forth the + letter from Vaucelas. + </p> + <p> + “Read that.” + </p> + <p> + Sully read, and, aghast at what the letter told him, ejaculated: “They + must be mad!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no,” said the King. “They are not mad. They are most wickedly sane, + which is why their designs fill me with apprehension. What do you infer, + Grand-Master, from such deliberate plots against resolutions from which + they know that nothing can turn me while I have life?” + </p> + <p> + “What can I infer?” quoth Sully, aghast. + </p> + <p> + “In acting thus—in daring to act thus,” the King expounded, “they + proceed as if they knew that I can have but a short time to live.” + </p> + <p> + “Sire!” + </p> + <p> + “What else? They plan events which cannot take place until I am dead.” + </p> + <p> + Sully stared at his master for a long moment, in stupefied silence, his + loyal Huguenot soul refusing to discount by flattery the truth that he + perceived. + </p> + <p> + “Sire,” he said at last, bowing his fine head, “you must take your + measures.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but against whom? Who are these that Vaucelas says he dare not name? + Can you suggest another than...” He paused, shrinking in horror from + completing the utterance of his thought. Then, with an abrupt gesture, he + went on, “... than the Queen herself?” + </p> + <p> + Sully quietly placed the letter on the table, and sat down. He took his + chin in his hand and looked squarely across at Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Sire, you have brought this upon yourself. You have exasperated her + Majesty; you have driven her in despair to seek and act upon the councils + of this scoundrel Concini. There never was an attachment of yours that did + not beget trouble with the Queen, but never such trouble as I have been + foreseeing from your attachment to the Princess of Conde. Sire, will you + not consider where you stand?” + </p> + <p> + “They are lies, I tell you,” Henry stormed. But Sully the uncompromising + gravely shook his head. “At least,” Henry amended, “they are gross + exaggerations. Oh, I confess to you, my friend, that I am sick with love + of her. Day and night I see nothing but her gracious image. I sigh and + fret and fume like any callow lad of twenty. I suffer the tortures of the + damned. And yet... and yet, I swear to you, Sully, that I will curb this + passion though it kill me. I will stifle these fires, though they consume + my soul to ashes. No harm shall come to her from me. No harm has come yet. + I swear it. These stories that are put about are the inventions of Concini + to set my wife against me. Do you know how far he and his wife have dared + to go? They have persuaded the Queen to eat nothing that is not prepared + in the kitchen they have set up for her in their own apartments. What can + you conclude from that but that they suggest that I desire to poison her?” + </p> + <p> + “Why suffer it, sire?” quoth Sully gravely. “Send the pair packing back to + Florence, and so be rid of them.” + </p> + <p> + Henry rose in agitation. “I have a mind to. <i>Ventre St. Gris!</i> I have a mind + to. Yes, it is the only thing. You can manage it, Sully. Disabuse her mind + of her Suspicions regarding the Princess of Conde; make my peace with her; + convince her of my sincerity, of my firm intention to have done with + gallantry, so that she on her side will make me the sacrifice of banishing + the Concinis. You will do this, my friend?” + </p> + <p> + It was no less than Sully had been expecting from past experience, and the + task was one in which he was by now well-practiced; but the situation had + never before been quite so difficult. He rose. + </p> + <p> + “Why, surely, sire,” said he. “But her Majesty on her side may require + something more to reconcile her to the sacrifice. She may reopen the + question of her coronation so long and—in her view—so + unreasonably postponed.” + </p> + <p> + Henry's face grew overcast, his brows knit. “I have always had an instinct + against it, as you know, Grand Master,” said he, “and this instinct is + strengthened by what that letter has taught me. If she will dare so much, + having so little real power, what might she not do if...” He broke off, + and fell to musing. “If she demands it we must yield, I suppose,” he said + at length. “But give her to understand that if I discover any more of her + designs with Spain I shall be provoked to the last degree against her. And + as an antidote to these machinations at Madrid you may publish my + intention to uphold the claims of the German Princes in the matter of + Cleves, and let all the world know that we are arming to that end.” + </p> + <p> + He may have thought—as was long afterwards alleged—that the + threat itself should be sufficient, for there was at that time no power in + Europe that could have stood against his armies in the field. + </p> + <p> + On that they parted, with a final injunction from Sully that Henry should + see the Princesse de Conde no more. + </p> + <p> + “I swear to you, Grand Master, that I will use restraint and respect the + sacred tie I formed between my nephew and Charlotte solely so that I might + impose silence upon my own passion.” + </p> + <p> + And the good Sully writes in comment upon this: “I should have relied + absolutely upon these assurances had I not known how easy it is for a + heart tender and passionate as was his to deceive itself”—which is + the most amiable conceivable way of saying that he attached not the + slightest faith to the King's promise. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless he went about the task of making the peace between the royal + couple with all the skill and tact that experience had taught him; and he + might have driven a good bargain on his master's behalf but for his + master's own weakness in supporting him. Maria de' Medici would not hear + of the banishment of the Concinis, to whom she was so deeply attached. She + insisted with perfect justice that she was a bitterly injured woman, and + refused to entertain any idea of reconciliation save with the condition + that arrangements for her coronation as Queen of France—which was no + more than her due—should be made at once, and that the King should + give an undertaking not to make himself ridiculous any longer by his + pursuit of the Princess of Conde. Of the matters contained in the letter + of Vaucelas she denied all knowledge, nor would suffer any further + inquisition. + </p> + <p> + From Henry's point of view this was anything but satisfactory. But he + yielded. Conscience made a coward of him. He had wronged her so much in + one way that he must make some compensating concessions to her in another. + This weakness was part of his mental attitude towards her, which swung + constantly between confidence and diffidence, esteem and indifference, + affection and coldness; at times he inclined to put her from him entirely; + at others he opined that no one on his Council was more capable of the + administration of affairs. Even in the indignation aroused by the proof he + held of her disloyalty, he was too just not to admit the provocation he + had given her. So he submitted to a reconciliation on her own terms, and + pledged himself to renounce Charlotte. We have no right to assume from the + sequel that he was not sincere in the intention. + </p> + <p> + By the following May events proved the accuracy of Sully's judgment. The + court was at Fontainebleau when the last bulwark of Henry's prudence was + battered down by the vanity of that lovely fool, Charlotte, who must be + encouraging her royal lover to resume his flattering homage. But both + appear to have reckoned without the lady's husband. + </p> + <p> + Henry presented Charlotte with jewels to the value of eighteen thousand + livres, purchased from Messier, the jeweller of the Pont au Change; and + you conceive what the charitable ladies of the Court had to say about it. + At the first hint of scandal Monsieur de Conde put himself into a fine + heat, and said things which pained and annoyed the King exceedingly. Henry + had amassed a considerable and varied experience of jealous husbands in + his time; but he had never met one quite so intolerable as this nephew of + his. He complained of it in a letter to Sully. + </p> + <p> + “My friend,—Monsieur the Prince is here, but he acts like a man + possessed. You will be angry and ashamed at the things he says of me. I + shall end by losing all patience with him. In the meanwhile I am obliged + to talk to him with severity.” + </p> + <p> + More severe than any talk was Henry's instruction to Sully to withhold + payment of the last quarter of the prince's allowance, and to give + refusals to his creditors and purveyors. Thus he intended also, no doubt, + to make it clear to Conde that he did not receive a pension of a hundred + thousand livres a year for nothing. + </p> + <p> + “If this does not keep him in bounds,” Henry concluded, “we must think of + some other method, for he says the most injurious things of me.” + </p> + <p> + So little did it keep the prince in bounds—as Henry understood the + phrase—that he immediately packed his belongings, and carried his + wife off to his country house. It was quite in vain that Henry wrote to + him representing that this conduct was dishonouring to them both, and that + the only place for a prince of the blood was the court of his sovereign. + </p> + <p> + The end of it all was that the reckless and romantic Henry took to + night-prowling about the grounds of Conde's chateau. In the disguise of a + peasant you see his Majesty of France and Navarre, whose will was law in + Europe, shivering behind damp hedges, ankle-deep in wet grass, spending + long hours in love-lore, ecstatic contemplation of her lighted window, and + all—so far as we can gather—for no other result than the + aggravation of certain rheumatic troubles which should have reminded him + that he was no longer of an age to pursue these amorous pernoctations. + </p> + <p> + But where his stiffening joints failed, the Queen succeeded. Henry had + been spied upon, of course, as he always was when he strayed from the path + of matrimonial rectitude. The Concinis saw to that. And when they judged + the season ripe, they put her Majesty in possession of the facts. So + inflamed was she by this fresh breach of trust that war was declared anew + between the royal couple, and the best that Sully's wit and labours could + now accomplish was a sort of armed truce. + </p> + <p> + And then at last in the following November the Prince de Conde took the + desperate resolve of quitting France with his wife, without troubling—as + was his duty—to obtain the King's consent. On the last night of that + month, as Henry was at cards in the Louvre, the Chevalier du Guet brought + him the news of the prince's flight. + </p> + <p> + “I never in my life,” says Bassompierre, who was present, “saw a man so + distracted or in so violent a passion.” + </p> + <p> + He flung down his cards, and rose, sending his chair crashing over behind + him. “I am undone!” was his cry. “Undone! This madman has carried off his + wife—perhaps to kill her.” White and shaking, he turned to + Bassompierre. “Take care of my money,” he bade him, “and go on with the + game.” + </p> + <p> + He lurched out of the room, and dispatched a messenger to the Arsenal to + fetch M. de Sully. Sully obeyed the summons and came at once, but in an + extremely bad temper, for it was late at night, and he was overburdened + with work. + </p> + <p> + He found the King in the Queen's chamber, walking backward and forward, + his head sunk upon his breast, his hands clenched behind him. The Queen, a + squarely-built, square-faced woman, sat apart, attended by a few of her + ladies and one or two gentlemen of her train. Her countenance was set and + inscrutable, and her brooding eyes were fixed upon the King. + </p> + <p> + “Ha, Grand Master!” was Henry's greeting, his voice harsh and strained. + “What do you say to this? What is to be done now?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing at all, sire,” says Sully, as calm as his master was excited. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing! What sort of advice is that?” + </p> + <p> + “The best advice that you can follow, sire. This affair should be talked + of as little as possible, nor should it appear to be of any consequence to + you, or capable of giving you the least uneasiness.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen cleared her throat huskily. “Good advice, Monsieur le Duc,” she + approved him. “He will be wise to follow it.” Her voice strained, almost + threatening. “But, in this matter, I doubt wisdom and he have long since + become strangers.” + </p> + <p> + That put him in a passion, and in a passion he left her to do the maddest + thing he had ever done. In the garb of a courier, and with a patch over + one eye to complete his disguise, he set out in pursuit of the fugitives. + He had learnt that they had taken the road to Landrecy, which was enough + for him. Stage by stage he followed them in that flight to Flanders, + picking up the trail as he went, and never pausing until he had reached + the frontier without overtaking them. + </p> + <p> + It was all most romantic, and the lady, when she learnt of it, shed tears + of mingled joy and rage, and wrote him impassioned letters in which she + addressed him as her knight, and implored him, as he loved her, to come + and deliver her from the detestable tyrant who held her in thrall. Those + perfervid appeals completed his undoing, drove him mad, and blinded him to + everything—even to the fact that his wife, too, was shedding tears, + and that these were of rage undiluted by any more tender emotion. + </p> + <p> + He began by sending Praslin to require the Archduke to order the Prince of + Conde to leave his dominions. And when the Archduke declined with dignity + to be guilty of any such breach of the law of nations, Henry dispatched + Coeuvres secretly to Brussels to carry off thence the princess. But Maria + de' Medici was on the alert, and frustrated the design by sending a + warning of what was intended to the Marquis Spinola, as a result of which + the Prince de Conde and his wife were housed for greater security in the + Archduke's own palace. + </p> + <p> + Checkmated at all points, yet goaded further by the letters which he + continued to receive from that most foolish of princesses, Henry took the + wild decision that to obtain her he would invade the Low Countries as the + first step in the execution of that design of a war with Spain which + hitherto had been little more than a presence. The matter of the Duchy of + Cleves was a pretext ready to his hand. To obtain the woman he desired he + would set Europe in a blaze. + </p> + <p> + He took that monstrous resolve at the very beginning of the new year, and + in the months that followed France rang with preparations. It rang, too, + with other things which should have given him pause. It rang with the + voice of preachers giving expression to the popular view; that Cleves was + not worth fighting for, that the war was unrighteous—a war + undertaken by Catholic France to defend Protestant interests against the + very champions of Catholicism in Europe. And soon it began to ring too, + with prophecies of the King's approaching end. + </p> + <p> + These prognostics rained upon him from every quarter. Thomassin, and the + astrologer La Brosse, warned him of a message from the stars that May + would be fraught with danger for him. From Rome—from the very pope + himself came notice of a conspiracy against him in which he was told that + the very highest in the land were engaged. From Embrun, Bayonne, and Douai + came messages of like purport, and early in May a note was found one + morning on the altar of the church of Montargis announcing the King's + approaching death. + </p> + <p> + But that is to anticipate. Meanwhile, Henry had pursued his preparations + undeterred by either warnings or prognostications. There had been so many + conspiracies against his life already that he was become careless and + indifferent in such matters. Yet surely there never had been one that was + so abundantly heralded from every quarter, or ever one that was hatched + under conditions so propitious as those which he had himself created now. + In his soul he was not at ease, and the source of his uneasiness was the + coronation of the Queen, for which the preparations were now going + forward. + </p> + <p> + He must have known that if danger of assassination threatened him from any + quarter it was most to be feared from those whose influence with the Queen + was almost such as to give them a control over her—the Concinis and + their unavowed but obvious ally the Duke of Epernon. If he were dead, and + the Queen so left that she could be made absolute regent during the + Dauphin's minority, it was those adventurers who would become through her + the true rulers of France, and so enrich themselves and gratify to the + full their covetous ambitions. He saw clearly that his safety lay in + opposing this coronation—already fixed for the 13th May—which + Maria de' Medici was so insistent should take place before his departure + for the wars. The matter so preyed upon his mind that last he unburdened + himself to Sully one day at the Arsenal. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my friend,” he cried, “this coronation does not please me. My heart + tells me that some fatality will follow.” + </p> + <p> + He sat down, grasping the case of his reading-glass, whilst Sully could + only stare at him amazed by this out-burst. Thus he remained awhile in + deep thought. Then he started up again. + </p> + <p> + “Pardieu!” he cried. “I shall be murdered in this city. It is their only + resource. I see it plainly. This cursed coronation will be the cause of my + death.” + </p> + <p> + “What a thought, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “You think that I have been reading the almanach or paying heed to the + prophets, eh? But listen to me now, Grand Master.” And wrinkles deepened + about the bold, piercing eyes. “It is four months and more since we + announced our intention of going to war, and France has resounded with our + preparations. We have made no secret of it. Yet in Spain not a finger has + been lifted in preparation to resist us, not a sword has been sharpened. + Upon what does Spain build? Whence her confidence that in despite of my + firm resolve and my abundant preparations, despite the fact announced that + I am to march on the last of this month, despite the fact that my troops + are already in Champagne with a train of artillery so complete and + well-furnished that France has never seen the like of it, and perhaps + never will again—whence the confidence that despite all this there + is no need to prepare defences? Upon what do they build, I say, when they + assume, as assume they must, that there will be no war? Resolve me that, + Grand Master.” + </p> + <p> + But Sully, overwhelmed, could only gasp and ejaculate. + </p> + <p> + “You had not thought of it, eh? Yet it is clear enough Spain builds on my + death. And who are the friends of Spain here in France? Who was it + intrigued with Spain in such a way and to such ends as in my lifetime + could never have been carried to an issue? Ha! You see.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot, sire. It is too horrible. It is impossible!” cried that loyal, + honest gentleman. “And yet if you are convinced of it, you should break + off this coronation, your journey, and your war. If you wish it so, it is + not difficult to satisfy you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, that is it.” He came to his feet, and gripped the duke's shoulder in + his strong, nervous hand. “Break off this coronation, and never let me + hear of it again. That will suffice. Thus I can rid my mind of + apprehensions, and leave Paris with nothing to fear.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. I will send at once to Notre Dame and to St. Denis, to stop + the preparations and dismiss the workmen.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, wait.” The eyes that for a moment had sparkled with new hope, grew + dull again; the lines of care descended between the brows. “Oh, what to + decide! What to decide! It is what I wish, my friend. But how will my wife + take it?” + </p> + <p> + “Let her take it as she will. I cannot believe that she will continue + obstinate when she knows what apprehensions you have of disaster.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps not, perhaps not,” he answered. But his tone was not sanguine. + “Try to persuade her, Sully. Without her consent I cannot do this thing. + But you will know how to persuade her. Go to her.” + </p> + <p> + Sully suspended the preparations for the coronation, and sought the Queen. + For three days, he tells us, he used prayers, entreaties, and arguments + with which to endeavour to move her. But all was labour lost. Maria de' + Medici was not to be moved. To all Sully's arguments she opposed an + argument that was unanswerable. + </p> + <p> + Unless she were crowned Queen of France, as was her absolute right, she + would be a person of no account and subject to the Council of Regency + during the King's absence, a position unworthy and intolerable to her, the + mother of the Dauphin. + </p> + <p> + And so it was Henry's part to yield. His hands were tied by the wrongs + that he had done, and the culminating wrong that he was doing her by this + very war, as he had himself openly acknowledged. He had chanced one day to + ask the Papal Nuncio what Rome thought of this war. + </p> + <p> + “Those who have the best information,” the Nuncio answered boldly, “are of + opinion that the principal object of the war is the Princess of Conde, + whom your Majesty wishes to bring back to France.” + </p> + <p> + Angered by this priestly insolence, Henry's answer had been an impudently + defiant acknowledgment of the truth of that allegation. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, by God!” he cried. “Yes—most certainly I want to have her + back, and I will have her back; no one shall hinder me, not even God's + viceregent on earth.” + </p> + <p> + Having uttered those words, which he knew to have been carried to the + Queen, and to have wounded her perhaps more deeply than anything that had + yet happened in this affair, his conscience left him, despite his fears, + powerless now to thwart her even to the extent of removing those + pernicious familiars of hers of whose plottings he had all but positive + evidence. + </p> + <p> + And so the coronation was at last performed with proper pomp and + magnificence at St. Denis on Thursday, the 13th May. It had been concerted + that the festivities should last four days and conclude on the Sunday with + the Queen's public entry into Paris. On the Monday the King was to set out + to take command of his armies, which were already marching upon the + frontiers. + </p> + <p> + Thus Henry proposed, but the Queen—convinced by his own admission of + the real aim and object of the war, and driven by outraged pride to hate + the man who offered her this crowning insult, and determined that at all + costs it must be thwarted—had lent an ear to Concini's purpose to + avenge her, and was ready to repay infidelity with infidelity. Concini and + his fellow-conspirators had gone to work so confidently that a week before + the coronation a courier had appeared in Liege, announcing that he was + going with news of Henry's assassination to the Princes of Germany, whilst + at the same time accounts of the King's death were being published in + France and Italy. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, whatever inward misgivings Henry may have entertained, + outwardly at least he appeared serene and good-humoured at his wife's + coronation, gaily greeting her at the end of the ceremony by the title of + “Madam Regent.” + </p> + <p> + The little incident may have touched her, arousing her conscience. For + that night she disturbed his slumbers by sudden screams, and when he + sprang up in solicitous alarm she falteringly told him of a dream in which + she had seen him slain, and fell to imploring him with a tenderness such + as had been utterly foreign to her of late to take great care of himself + in the days to come. In the morning she renewed those entreaties, + beseeching him not to leave the Louvre that day, urging that she had a + premonition it would be fatal to him. + </p> + <p> + He laughed for answer. “You have heard of the predictions of La Brosse,” + said he. “Bah! You should not attach credit to such nonsense.” + </p> + <p> + Anon came the Duke of Vendome, his natural son by the Marquise de + Verneuil, with a like warning and a like entreaty, only to receive a like + answer. + </p> + <p> + Being dull and indisposed as a consequence of last night's broken rest, + Henry lay down after dinner. But finding sleep denied him, he rose, + pensive and gloomy, and wandered aimlessly down, and out into the + courtyard. There an exempt of the guard, of whom he casually asked the + time, observing the King's pallor and listlessness, took the liberty of + suggesting that his Majesty might benefit if he took the air. + </p> + <p> + That chance remark decided Henry's fate. His eyes quickened responsively. + “You advise well,” said he. “Order my coach. I will go to the Arsenal to + see the Duc de Sully, who is indisposed.” + </p> + <p> + On the stones beyond the gates, where lackeys were wont to await their + masters, sat a lean fellow of some thirty years of age, in a dingy, + clerkly attire, so repulsively evil of countenance that he had once been + arrested on no better grounds than because it was deemed impossible that a + man with such a face could be other than a villain. + </p> + <p> + Whilst the coach was being got ready, Henry re-entered the Louvre, and + startled the Queen by announcing his intention. With fearful insistence + she besought him to countermand the order, and not to leave the palace. + </p> + <p> + “I will but go there and back,” he said, laughing at her fears. “I shall + have returned before you realize that I have gone.” And so he went, never + to return alive. + </p> + <p> + He sat at the back of the coach, and the weather being fine all the + curtains were drawn up so that he might view the decorations of the city + against the Queen's public entry on Sunday. The Duc d'Epernon was on his + right, the Duc de Montbazon and the Marquis de la Force on his left. + Lavordin and Roquelaure were in the right boot, whilst near the left boot, + opposite to Henry, sat Mirebeau and du Plessis Liancourt. He was attended + only by a small number of gentlemen on horseback, and some footmen. + </p> + <p> + The coach turned from the Rue St. Honore into the narrow Rue de la + Ferronerie, and there was brought to a halt by a block occasioned by the + meeting of two carts, one laden with hay, the other with wine. The footmen + went ahead with the exception of two. Of these, one advanced to clear a + way for the royal vehicle, whilst the other took the opportunity to fasten + his garter. + </p> + <p> + At that moment, gliding like a shadow between the coach and the shops, + came that shabby, hideous fellow who had been sitting on the stones + outside the Louvre an hour ago. Raising himself by deliberately standing + upon one of the spokes of the stationary wheel, he leaned over the Duc + d'Epernon, and, whipping a long, stout knife from his sleeve, stabbed + Henry in the breast. The King, who was in the act of reading a letter, + cried out, and threw up his arms in an instinctive warding movement, + thereby exposing his heart. The assassin stabbed again, and this time the + blade went deep. + </p> + <p> + With a little gasping cough, Henry sank together, and blood gushed from + his mouth. + </p> + <p> + The predictions were fulfilled; the tale borne by the courier riding + through Liege a week ago was made true, as were the stories of his death + already at that very hour circulating in Antwerp, Malines, Brussels, and + elsewhere. + </p> + <p> + The murderer aimed yet a third blow, but this at last was parried by + Epernon, whereupon the fellow stepped back from the coach, and stood + there, making no attempt to escape, or even to rid himself of the + incriminating knife. St. Michel, one of the King's gentlemen-in-waiting, + who had followed the coach, whipped out his sword and would have slain him + on the spot had he not been restrained by Epernon. The footmen seized the + fellow, and delivered him over to the captain of the guard. He proved to + be a school-master of Angouleme—which was Epernon's country. His + name was Ravaillac. + </p> + <p> + The curtains of the coach were drawn, the vehicle was put about, and + driven back to the Louvre, whilst to avoid all disturbance it was + announced to the people that the King was merely wounded. + </p> + <p> + But St. Michel went on to the Arsenal, taking with him the knife that had + stabbed his master, to bear the sinister tidings to Henry's loyal and + devoted friend. Sully knew enough to gauge exactly whence the blow had + proceeded. With anger and grief in his heart he got to horse, ill as he + was, and, calling together his people, set out presently for the Louvre, + with a train one hundred strong, which was presently increased to twice + that number by many of the King's faithful servants who joined his company + as he advanced. In the Rue de la Pourpointicre a man in passing slipped a + note into his hand. + </p> + <p> + It was a brief scrawl: “Monsieur, where are ye going? It is done. I have + seen him dead. If you enter the Louvre you will not escape any more than + he did.” + </p> + <p> + Nearing St. Innocent, the warning was repeated, this time by a gentleman + named du Jon, who stopped to mutter: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Duc, our evil is without remedy. Look to yourself, for this + strange blow will have fearful consequences.” + </p> + <p> + Again in the Rue St. Honore another note was thrown him, whose contents + were akin to those of the first. Yet with misgivings mounting swiftly to + certainty, Sully rode amain towards the Louvre, his train by now amounting + to some three hundred horse. But at the end of the street he was stopped + by M. de Vitry, who drew rein as they met. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, monsieur,” Vitry greeted him, “where are you going with such a + following? They will never suffer you to enter the Louvre with more than + two or three attendants, which I would not advise you to do. For this plot + does not end here. I have seen some persons so little sensible of the loss + they have sustained that they cannot even simulate the grief they should + feel. Go back, monsieur. There is enough for you to do without going to + the Louvre.” + </p> + <p> + Persuaded by Vitry's solemnity, and by what he knew in his heart, Sully + faced about and set out to retrace his steps. But presently he was + overtaken by a messenger from the Queen, begging him to come at once to + her at the Louvre, and to bring as few persons as possible with him. “This + proposal,” he writes, “to go alone and deliver myself into the hands of my + enemies, who filled the Louvre, was not calculated to allay my + suspicions.” + </p> + <p> + Moreover he received word at that moment that an exempt of the guards and + a force of soldiers were already at the gates of the Arsenal, that others + had been sent to the Temple, where the powder was stored, and others again + to the treasurer of the Exchequer to stop all the money there. + </p> + <p> + “Convey to the Queen my duty and service,” he bade the messenger, “and + assure her that until she acquaints me with her orders I shall continue + assiduously to attend the affairs of my office.” And with that he went to + shut himself up in the Bastille, whither he was presently followed by a + stream of her Majesty's envoys, all bidding him to the Louvre. But Sully, + ill as he was, and now utterly prostrated by all that he had endured, put + himself to bed and made of his indisposition a sufficient excuse. + </p> + <p> + Yet on the morrow he allowed himself to be persuaded to obey her summons, + receiving certain assurances that he had no ground for any apprehensions. + Moreover, he may by now have felt a certain security in the esteem in + which the Parisians held him. An attempt against him in the Louvre itself + would prove that the blow that had killed his master was not the + independent act of a fanatic, as it was being represented; and vengeance + would follow swiftly upon the heads of those who would thus betray + themselves of having made of that poor wretch's fanaticism an instrument + to their evil ends. + </p> + <p> + In that assurance he went, and he has left on record the burning + indignation aroused in him at the signs of satisfaction, complacency, and + even mirth that he discovered in that house of death. The Queen herself, + however, overwrought by the events, and perhaps conscience-stricken by the + tragedy which in the eleventh hour she had sought to avert, burst into + tears at sight of Sully, and brought in the Dauphin, who flung himself + upon the Duke's neck. + </p> + <p> + “My son,” the Queen addressed him, “this is Monsieur de Sully. You must + love him well, for he was one of the best and most faithful servants of + the King your father, and I entreat him to continue to serve you in the + same manner.” + </p> + <p> + Words so fair might have convinced a man less astute that all his + suspicions were unworthy. But, even then, the sequel would very quickly + have undeceived him. For very soon thereafter his fall was brought about + by the Concinis and their creatures, so that no obstacle should remain + between themselves and the full gratification of their fell ambitions. + </p> + <p> + At once he saw the whole policy of the dead King subversed; he saw the + renouncing of all ancient alliances, and the union of the crowns of France + and Spain; the repealing of all acts of pacification; the destruction of + the Protestants; the dissipation of the treasures amassed by Henry; the + disgrace of those who would not receive the yoke of the new favourites. + All this Sully witnessed in his declining years, and he witnessed, too, + the rapid rise to the greatest power and dignity in the State of that + Florentine adventurer, Concino Concini—now bearing the title of + Marshal d'Ancre—who had so cunningly known how to profit by a + Queen's jealousy and a King's indiscretions. + </p> + <p> + As for the miserable Ravaillac, it is pretended that he maintained under + torture and to the very hour of his death that he had no accomplices, that + what he had done he had done to prevent an unrighteous war against + Catholicism and the Pope—which was, no doubt, the falsehood with + which those who used him played upon his fanaticism and whetted him to + their service. I say “pretended” because, after all, complete records of + his examinations are not discoverable, and there is a story that when at + the point of death, seeing himself abandoned by those in whom perhaps he + had trusted, he signified a desire to confess, and did so confess; but the + notary Voisin, who took his depositions in articulo mortis, set them down + in a hand so slovenly as to be afterwards undecipherable. + </p> + <p> + That may or may not be true. But the statement that when the President du + Harlay sought to pursue inquiries into certain allegations by a woman + named d'Escoman, which incriminated the Duc d'Epernon, he received a royal + order to desist, rests upon sound authority. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + That is the story of the assassination of Henry IV. re-told in the light + of certain records which appear to me to have been insufficiently studied. + They should suggest a train of speculation leading to inferences which, + whilst obvious, I hesitate to define absolutely. + </p> + <p> + “If it be asked,” says Perefixe, “who were the friends that suggested to + Ravaillac so damnable a design, history replies that it is ignorant and + that upon an action of such consequences it is not permissible to give + suspicions and conjectures for certain truths. The judges themselves who + interrogated him dared not open their mouths, and never mentioned the + matter but with gestures of horror and amazement.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. THE BARREN WOOING + </h2> + <h3> + The Murder of Amy Robsart + </h3> + <p> + There had been a banquet, followed by a masque, and this again by a dance + in which the young queen had paired off with Lord Robert Dudley, who in + repute was the handsomest man in Europe, just as in fact he was the + vainest, shallowest, and most unscrupulous. There had been homage and + flattery lavishly expressed, and there was a hint of masked hostility from + certain quarters to spice the adventure, and to thrill her bold young + spirit. Never yet in all the months of her reign since her coronation in + January of last year had she felt so much a queen, and so conscious of the + power of her high estate; never so much a woman, and so conscious of the + weakness of her sex. The interaction of those conflicting senses wrought + upon her like a heady wine. She leaned more heavily upon the silken arm of + her handsome Master of the Horse, and careless in her intoxication of what + might be thought or said, she—who by the intimate favour shown him + had already loosed the tongue of Scandal and set it chattering in every + court in Europe—drew him forth from that thronged and glittering + chamber of the Palace of Whitehall into the outer solitude and friendly + gloom. + </p> + <p> + And he, nothing loth to obey the suasion of that white hand upon his arm, + exultant, indeed, to parade before them all the power he had with her, + went willingly enough. Let Norfolk and Sussex scowl, let Arundel bite his + lip until it bled, and sober Cecil stare cold disapproval. They should + mend their countenances soon, and weigh their words or be for ever + silenced, when he was master in England. And that he would soon be master + he was assured to-night by every glance of her blue eyes, by the pressure + of that fair hand upon his arm, by the languishing abandonment with which + that warm young body swayed towards him, as they passed out from the blaze + of lights and the strains of music into the gloom and silence of the + gallery leading to the terrace. + </p> + <p> + “Out—let us go out, Robin. Let me have air,” she almost panted, as + she drew him on. + </p> + <p> + Assuredly he would be master soon. Indeed, he might have been master + already but for that wife of his, that stumbling-block to his ambition, + who practiced the housewifely virtues at Cumnor Place, and clung so + tenaciously and so inconsiderately to life in spite of all his plans to + relieve her of the burden of it. + </p> + <p> + For a year and more his name had been coupled with the Queen's in a tale + that hurt her honour as a woman and imperilled her dignity as a sovereign. + Already in October of 1559 Alvarez de Quadra, the Spanish ambassador, had + written home: “I have learnt certain things as to the terms on which the + Queen and Lord Robert stand towards each other which I could not have + believed.” + </p> + <p> + That was at a time when de Quadra was one of a dozen ambassadors who were + competing for her hand, and Lord Robert had, himself, appeared to be an + ally of de Quadra and an advocate of the Spanish marriage with the + Archduke Charles. But it was a presence which nowise deceived the astute + Spaniard, who employed a legion of spies to keep him well informed. + </p> + <p> + “All the dallying with us,” he wrote, “all the dallying with the Swede, + all the dallying there will be with the rest, one after another, is merely + to keep Lord Robert's enemies in play until his villainy about his wife + can be executed.” + </p> + <p> + What that particular villainy was, the ambassador had already stated + earlier in his letter. “I have learnt from a person who usually gives me + true information that Lord Robert has sent to have his wife poisoned.” + </p> + <p> + What had actually happened was that Sir Richard Verney—a trusted + retainer of Lord Robert's—had reported to Dr. Bayley, of New + College, Oxford, that Lady Robert Dudley was “sad and ailing,” and had + asked him for a potion. But the doctor was learned in more matters than + physic. He had caught an echo of the tale of Lord Robert's ambition; he + had heard a whisper that whatever suitors might come from overseas for + Elizabeth, she would marry none but “my lord”—as Lord Robert was now + commonly styled. More, he had aforetime heard rumours of the + indispositions of Lady Robert, yet had never found those rumours verified + by the fact. Some months ago, it had been reported that her ladyship was + suffering from cancer of the breast and likely soon to die of it. Yet Dr. + Bayley had reason to know that a healthier woman did not live in + Berkshire. + </p> + <p> + The good doctor was a capable deductive reasoner, and the conclusion to + which he came was that if they poisoned her under cover of his potion—she + standing in no need of physic—he might afterwards be hanged as a + cover for their crime. So he refused to prescribe as he was invited, nor + troubled to make a secret of invitation and refusal. + </p> + <p> + For awhile, then, Lord Robert had prudently held his hand; moreover, the + urgency there had been a year ago, when that host of foreign suitors laid + siege to Elizabeth of England, had passed, and his lordship could afford + to wait. But now of a sudden the urgency was returned. Under the pressure + brought to bear upon her to choose a husband, Elizabeth had half-committed + herself to marry the Archduke Charles, promising the Spanish ambassador a + definite answer within a few days. + </p> + <p> + Lord Robert had felt the earth to be quaking under him; he had seen the + ruin of his high ambitions; he had watched with rage the expanding mockery + upon the countenances of Norfolk, Sussex, and those others who hated and + despised him; and he had cursed that wife of his who knew not when to die. + But for that obstinacy with which she clung to life he had been the + Queen's husband these many months, so making an end to suspense and to the + danger that lies in delay. + </p> + <p> + To-night the wantonness with which the Queen flaunted before the eyes of + all her court the predilection in which she held him, came not merely to + lull his recent doubts and fears, to feed his egregious vanity, and to + assure him that in her heart he need fear no rival; it came also to set + his soul Quiver impotent rage. He had but to put forth his hands to + possess himself of this splendid prize. Yet those hands of his were bound + while that woman lived at Cumnor. Conceive his feelings as they stole away + together like any pair of lovers. + </p> + <p> + Arm in arm they came by a stone gallery, where a stalwart scarlet + sentinel, a yeoman of the guard, with a Tudor rose embroidered in gold + upon his back, stood under a lamp set in the wall, with grounded pike and + body stiffly erect. + </p> + <p> + The tall young Queen was in crimson satin with cunningly-wrought silver + embroideries, trimmed with tufted silver fringe, her stomacher stiff with + silver bullion studded with gold rosettes and Roman pearls, her bodice cut + low to display her splendid neck, decked by a carcanet of pearls and + rubies, and surmounted by a fan-like cuff of guipure, high behind and + sloping towards the bust. Thus she appeared to the sentinel as the rays of + the single lamp behind him struck fire from her red-gold hair. As if by + her very gait to express the wantonness of her mood, she pointed her toes + and walked with head thrown back, smiling up into the gipsy face of her + companion, who was arrayed from head to foot in shimmering ivory satin, + with an elegance no man in England could have matched. + </p> + <p> + They came by that stone gallery to a little terrace above the Privy Steps. + A crescent moon hung low over the Lambeth marshes across the river. From a + barge that floated gay with lights in mid-stream came a tinkle of lutes, + and the sweet voice of a singing boy. A moment the lovers stood at gaze, + entranced by the beauty of the soft, tepid September night, so subtly + adapted to their mood. Then she fetched a sigh, and hung more heavily upon + his arm, leaned nearer to his tall, vigorous, graceful figure. + </p> + <p> + “Robin, Robin!” was all she said, but in her voice throbbed a world of + passionate longing, an exquisite blend of delight and pain. + </p> + <p> + Judging the season ripe, his arm flashed round her, and drew her fiercely + close. For a moment she was content to yield, her head against his + stalwart shoulder, a very woman nestling to the mate of her choice, + surrendering to her master. Then the queen in her awoke and strangled + nature. Roughly she disengaged herself from his arm, and stood away, her + breathing quickened. + </p> + <p> + “God's Death, Robin!” There was a harsh note in the voice that lately had + cooed so softly. “You are strangely free, I think.” + </p> + <p> + But he, impudence incarnate, nothing abashed, accustomed to her gusty + moods, to her alternations between the two natures she had inherited—from + overbearing father and wanton mother—was determined at all costs to + take the fullest advantage of the hour, to make an end of suspense. + </p> + <p> + “I am not free, but enslaved—by love and worship of you. Would you + deny me; Would you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not I, but fate,” she answered heavily, and he knew that the woman at + Cumnor was in her mind. + </p> + <p> + “Fate will soon mend the wrong that fate has done—very soon now.” He + took her hand, and, melted again from her dignity, she let it lie in his. + “When that is done, sweet, then will I claim you for my own.” + </p> + <p> + “When that is done, Robin?” she questioned almost fearfully, as if a + sudden dread suspicion broke upon her mind. “When what is done?” + </p> + <p> + He paused a moment to choose his words, what time she stared intently into + the face that gleamed white in the surrounding gloom. + </p> + <p> + “When that poor ailing spirit is at rest.” And he added: “It will be + soon.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast said the same aforetime, Robin. Yet it has not so fallen out.” + </p> + <p> + “She has clung to life beyond what could have been believed of her + condition,” he explained, unconscious of any sinister ambiguity. “But the + end, I know, is very near—a matter but of days.” + </p> + <p> + “Of days!” she shivered, and moved forward to the edge of the terrace, he + keeping step beside her. Then she stood awhile in silence, looking down at + the dark oily surge of water. “You loved her once, Robin?” she asked, in a + queer, unnatural voice. + </p> + <p> + “I never loved but once,” answered that perfect courtier. + </p> + <p> + “Yet you married her—men say it was a love marriage. It was a + marriage, anyway, and you can speak so calmly of her death?” Her tone was + brooding. She sought understanding that should silence her own lingering + doubt of him. + </p> + <p> + “Where lies the blame? Who made me what I am?” Again his bold arm + encompassed her. Side by side they peered down through the gloom at the + rushing waters, and he seized an image from them. “Our love is like that + seething tide,” he said. “To resist it is to labour in agony awhile, and + then to perish.” + </p> + <p> + “And to yield is to be swept away.” + </p> + <p> + “To happiness,” he cried, and reverted to his earlier prayer. “Say that + when... that afterwards, I may claim you for my own. Be true to yourself, + obey the voice of instinct, and so win to happiness.” + </p> + <p> + She looked up at him, seeking to scan the handsome face in that dim light + that baffled her, and he observed the tumultuous heave of her white + breast. + </p> + <p> + “Can I trust thee, Robin? Can I trust thee? Answer me true!” she implored + him, adorably weak, entirely woman now. + </p> + <p> + “What does your own heart answer you?” quoth he, loaning close above her. + </p> + <p> + “I think I can, Robin. And, anyway, I must. I cannot help myself. I am but + a woman, after all,” she murmured, and sighed. “Be it as thou wilt. Come + to me again when thou art free.” + </p> + <p> + He bent lower, murmuring incoherently, and she put up a hand to pat his + swarthy bearded cheek. + </p> + <p> + “I shall make thee greater than any man in England, so thou make me + happier than any woman.” + </p> + <p> + He caught the hand in his and kissed it passionately, his soul singing a + triumph song within him. Norfolk and Sussex and those other scowling ones + should soon be whistled to the master's heel. + </p> + <p> + As they turned arm in arm into the gallery to retrace their steps, they + came suddenly face to face with a slim, sleek gentleman, who bowed + profoundly, a smile upon his crafty, shaven, priestly face. In a smooth + voice and an accent markedly foreign, he explained that he, too, sought + the cool of the terrace, not thinking to intrude; and upon that, bowing + again, he passed on and effaced himself. It was Alvarez de Quadra, Bishop + of Aquila, the argus-eyed ambassador of Spain. + </p> + <p> + The young face of the Queen hardened. + </p> + <p> + “I would I were as well served abroad as the King of Spain is here,” she + said aloud, that the retreating ambassador might hear the dubious + compliment; and for my lord's ear alone she added under her breath: “The + spy! Philip of Spain will hear of this.” + </p> + <p> + “So that he hears something more, what shall it signify?” quoth my lord, + and laughed. + </p> + <p> + They paced the length of the gallery in silence, past the yeoman of the + guard, who kept his watch, and into the first antechamber. Perhaps it was + that meeting with de Quadra and my lord's answer to her comment that + prompted what now she asked: “What is it ails her, Robin?” + </p> + <p> + “A wasting sickness,” he answered, never doubting to whom the question + alluded. + </p> + <p> + “You said, I think, that... that the end is very near.” + </p> + <p> + He caught her meaning instantly. “Indeed, if she is not dead already, she + is very nearly so.” + </p> + <p> + He lied, for never had Amy Dudley been in better health. And yet he spoke + the truth, for in so much as her life depended upon his will, it was as + good as spent. This was, he knew, a decisive moment of his career. The + hour was big with fate. If now he were weak or hesitant, the chance might + slip away and be for ever lost to him. Elizabeth's moods were as uncertain + as were certain the hostile activities of my lord's enemies. He must + strike quickly whilst she was in her present frame of mind, and bring her + to wedlock, be it in public or in private. But first he must shake off the + paralysing encumbrance of that house-wife down at Cumnor. + </p> + <p> + I believe—from evidence that I account abundant—that he + considered it with the cold remorselessness of the monstrous egotist he + was. An upstart, great-grandson to a carpenter, noble only in two + descents, and in both of them stained by the block, he found a queen—the + victim of a physical passion that took no account of the worthlessness + underlying his splendid exterior—reaching out a hand to raise him to + a throne. Being what he was, he weighed his young wife's life at naught in + the evil scales of his ambition. And yet he had loved her once, more truly + perhaps than he could now pretend to love the Queen. + </p> + <p> + It was some ten years since, as a lad of eighteen, he had taken Sir John + Robsart's nineteen-year-old daughter to wife. She had brought him + considerable wealth and still more devotion. Because of this devotion she + was content to spend her days at Cumnor, whilst he ruffled it at court; + content to take such crumbs of attention as he could spare her upon + occasion. And during the past year, whilst he had been plotting her death, + she had been diligently caring for his interests and fostering the + prosperity of the Berkshire estate. If he thought of this at all, he + allowed no weakly sentiment to turn him from his purpose. There was too + much at stake for that—a throne, no less. + </p> + <p> + And so, on the morning after that half-surrender of Elizabeth's, we find + my lord closeted with his henchman, Sir Richard Verney. Sir Richard—like + his master—was a greedy, unscrupulous, ambitious scoundrel, prepared + to go to any lengths for the sake of such worldly advancement as it lay in + my lord's power to give him. My lord perforce used perfect frankness with + this perfect servant. + </p> + <p> + “Thou'lt rise or fall with me, Dick,” quoth he. “Help me up, then, and so + mount with me. When I am King, as soon now I shall be, look to me. Now to + the thing that is to do. Thou'lt have guessed it.” + </p> + <p> + To Sir Richard it was an easy guess, considering how much already he had + been about this business. He signified as much. + </p> + <p> + My lord shifted in his elbow-chair, and drew his embroidered bedgown of + yellow satin closer about his shapely limbs. + </p> + <p> + “Hast failed me twice before, Richard,” said he. “God's death, man, fail + me not again, or the last chance may go the way of the others. There's a + magic in the number three. See that I profit by it, or I am undone, and + thou with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd not have failed before, but for that suspicious dotard Bayley,” + grumbled Verney. “Your lordship bade me see that all was covered.” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, aye. And I bid thee so again. On thy life, leave no footprints by + which we may be tracked. Bayley is not the only physician in Oxford. About + it, then, and swiftly. Time is the very soul of fortune in this business, + with the Spaniard straining at the leash, and Cecil and the rest pleading + his case with her. Succeed, and thy fortune's made; fail, and trouble not + to seek me again.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard bowed, and took his leave. As he reached the door, his + lordship stayed him. “If thou bungle, do not look to me. The court goes to + Windsor to-morrow. Bring me word there within the week.” He rose, + magnificently tall and stately, in his bedgown of embroidered yellow + satin, his handsome head thrown back, and went after his retainer. + “Thou'lt not fail me, Dick,” said he, a hand upon the lesser scoundrel's + shoulder. “There is much at issue for me, and for thee with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not fail you, my lord,” Sir Richard rashly promised, and on that + they parted. + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard did not mean to fail. He knew the importance of succeeding, + and he appreciated the urgency of the business as much as did my lord + himself. But between his cold, remorseless will to succeed and success + itself there lay a gulf which it needed all his resource to bridge. He + paid a short visit to Lady Robert at Cumnor, and professed deepest concern + to find in her a pallor and an ailing air which no one else had yet + observed. He expressed himself on the subject to Mrs. Buttelar and the + other members of her ladyship's household, reproaching them with their + lack of care of their mistress. Mrs. Buttelar became indignant under his + reproaches. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, now, Sir Richard, do you wonder that my lady is sad and downcast + with such tales as are going of my lord's doings at court, and of what + there is 'twixt the Queen and him? Her ladyship may be too proud to + complain, but she suffers the more for that, poor lamb. There was talk of + a divorce awhile ago that got to her ears.” + </p> + <p> + “Old wives' tales,” snorted Sir Richard. + </p> + <p> + “Likely,” agreed Mrs. Buttelar. “Yet when my lord neither comes to Cumnor, + nor requires her ladyship to go to him, what is she to think, poor soul?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard made light of all, and went off to Oxford to find a physician + more accommodating than Dr. Bayley. But Dr. Bayley had talked too much, + and it was in vain that Sir Richard pleaded with each of the two + physicians he sought that her ladyship was ailing—“sad and heavy”—and + that he must have a potion for her. + </p> + <p> + Each in turn shook his head. They had no medicine for sorrow, was their + discreet answer. From his description of her condition, said each, it was + plain that her ladyship's sickness was of the mind, and, considering the + tales that were afloat, neither was surprised. + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard went back to his Oxford lodging with the feeling of a man + checkmated. For two whole days of that precious time he lay there + considering what to do. He thought of going to seek a physician in + Abingdon. But fearing no better success in that quarter, fearing, indeed, + that in view of the rumours abroad he would merely be multiplying what my + lord called “footprints,” he decided to take some other way to his + master's ends. He was a resourceful, inventive scoundrel, and soon he had + devised a plan. + </p> + <p> + On Friday he wrote from Oxford to Lady Robert, stating that he had a + communication for her on the subject of his lordship as secret as it was + urgent. That he desired to come to her at Cumnor again, but dared not do + so openly. He would come if she would contrive that her servants should be + absent, and he exhorted her to let no one of them know that he was coming, + else he might be ruined, out of his desire to serve her. + </p> + <p> + That letter he dispatched by the hand of his servant Nunweek, desiring him + to bring an answer. It was a communication that had upon her ladyship's + troubled mind precisely the effect that the rascal conceived. There was + about Sir Richard's personality nothing that could suggest the villain. He + was a smiling, blue-eyed, florid gentleman, of a kindly manner that led + folk to trust him. And on the occasion of his late visit to Cumnor he had + displayed such tender solicitude that her ladyship—starved of + affection as she was—had been deeply touched. + </p> + <p> + His letter so cunningly couched filled her with vague alarm and with + anxiety. She had heard so many and such afflicting rumours, and had + received in my lord's cruel neglect of her such circumstantial + confirmation of them, that she fastened avidly upon what she deemed the + chance of learning at last the truth. Sir Richard Verney had my lord's + confidence, and was much about the court in his attendance upon my lord. + He would know the truth, and what could this letter mean but that he was + disposed to tell it. + </p> + <p> + So she sent him back a line in answer, bidding him come on Sunday + afternoon. She would contrive to be alone in the house, so that he need + not fear being seen by any. + </p> + <p> + As she promised, so she performed, and on the Sunday packed off her + household to the fair that was being held at Abingdon that day, using + insistence with the reluctant, and particularly with one of her women, a + Mrs. Oddingsell, who expressed herself strongly against leaving her + ladyship alone in that lonely house. At length, however, the last of them + was got off, and my lady was left impatiently to await her secret visitor. + It was late afternoon when he arrived, accompanied by Nunweek, whom he + left to hold the horses under the chestnuts in the avenue. Himself he + reached the house across the garden, where the blighting hand of autumn + was already at work. + </p> + <p> + Within the porch he found her waiting, fretted by her impatience. + </p> + <p> + “It is very good in you to have come, Sir Richard,” was her gracious + greeting. + </p> + <p> + “I am your ladyship's devoted servant,” was his sufficient answer, and he + doffed his plumed bonnet, and bowed low before her. “We shall be private + in your bower above stairs,” he added. + </p> + <p> + “Why, we are private anywhere. I am all alone, as you desired.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very wise—most wise,” said he. “Will your ladyship lead the + way?” + </p> + <p> + So they went up that steep, spiral staircase, which had loomed so + prominently in the plans the ingenious scoundrel had evolved. Across the + gallery on the first floor they entered a little room whose windows + overlooked the garden. This was her bower—an intimate cosy room, + reflecting on every hand the gentle, industrious personality of the owner. + On an oak table near the window were spread some papers and account-books + concerned with the estate—with which she had sought to beguile the + time of waiting. She led the way towards this, and, sinking into the + high-backed chair that stood before it, she looked up at him expectantly. + She was pale, there were dark stains under her eyes, and wistful lines had + crept into the sweet face of that neglected wife. + </p> + <p> + Contemplating his poor victim now, Sir Richard may have compared her with + the woman by whom my lord desired so impatiently to supplant her. She was + tall and beautifully shaped, despite an almost maidenly slenderness. Her + countenance was gentle and adorable, with its soft grey eyes and light + brown hair, and tender, wistful mouth. + </p> + <p> + It was not difficult to believe that Lord Robert had as ardently desired + her to wife five years ago as he now desired to be rid of her. Then he + obeyed the insistent spur of passion; now he obeyed the remorseless spur + of ambition. In reality, then as now, his beacon-light was love of self. + </p> + <p> + Seeing her so frail and trusting, trembling in her anxious impatience to + hear the news of her lord which he had promised her, Sir Richard may have + felt some pang of pity. But, like my lord, he was of those whose love of + self suffers the rivalry of no weak emotion. + </p> + <p> + “Your news, Sir Richard,” she besought him, her dove-like glance upon his + florid face—less florid now than was its wont. + </p> + <p> + He leaned against the table, his back to the window. “Why, it is briefly + this,” said he. “My lord...” And then he checked, and fell into a + listening attitude. + </p> + <p> + “What was that? Did you hear anything, my lady?” + </p> + <p> + “No. What is it?” Her face betrayed alarm, her anxiety mounting under so + much mystery. + </p> + <p> + “Sh! Stay you here,” he enjoined. “If we are spied upon...” He left the + sentence there. Already he was moving quickly, stealthily, towards the + door. He paused before opening it. “Stay where you are, my lady,” he + enjoined again, so gravely that she could have no thought of disobeying + him. “I will return at once.” + </p> + <p> + He stepped out, closed the door, and crossed to the stairs. There he + stopped. From his pouch he had drawn a fine length of whipcord, attached + at one end to a tiny bodkin of needle sharpness. That bodkin he drove into + the edge of one of the panels of the wainscot, in line with the topmost + step; drawing the cord taut at a height of a foot or so above this step, + he made fast its other end to the newel-post at the stair-head. He had so + rehearsed the thing in his mind that the performance of it occupied but a + few seconds. Such dim light of that autumn afternoon as reached the spot + would leave that fine cord invisible. + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard went back to her ladyship. She had not moved in his absence, + so brief as scarcely to have left her time in which to resolve upon + disobeying his injunction. + </p> + <p> + “We move in secret like conspirators,” said he, “and so we are easily + affrighted.. I should have known it could be none but my lord himself... + here?” + </p> + <p> + “My lord!” she interrupted, coming excitedly to her feet. “Lord Robert?” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure, my lady. It was he had need to visit you in secret—for + did the Queen have knowledge of his coming here, it would mean the Tower + for him. You cannot think what, out of love for you, his lordship suffers. + The Queen... + </p> + <p> + “But do you say that he is here, man,” her voice shrilled up in + excitement. + </p> + <p> + “He is below, my lady. Such is his peril that he dared not set foot in + Cumnor until he was certain beyond doubt that you are here alone.” + </p> + <p> + “He is below!” she cried, and a flush dyed her pale cheeks, a light of + gladness quickened her sad eyes. Already she had gathered from his cunning + words a new and comforting explanation of the things reported to her. “He + is below!” she repeated. “Oh!” She turned from him, and in an instant was + speeding towards the door. + </p> + <p> + He stood rooted there, his nether lip between his teeth, his face a + ghastly white, whilst she ran on. + </p> + <p> + “My lord! Robin! Robin!” he heard her calling, as she crossed the + corridor. Then came a piercing scream that echoed through the silent + house; a pause; a crashing thud below; and—silence. + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard remained by the table, immovable. Blood was trickling down his + chin. He had sunk his teeth through his lip when that scream rang out. A + long moment thus, as if entranced, awe-stricken. Then he braced himself, + and went forward, reeling at first like a drunken man. But by the time he + had reached the stairs he was master of himself again. Swiftly, for all + his trembling fingers, he unfastened the cord's end from the newel-post. + The wrench upon it had already pulled the bodkin from the wainscot. He + went down that abrupt spiral staircase at a moderate pace, mechanically + coiling the length of whip-cord, and bestowing it with the bodkin in his + pouch again, and all the while his eyes were fixed upon the grey bundle + that lay so still at the stairs' foot. + </p> + <p> + He came to it at last, and, pausing, looked more closely. He was thankful + that there was not the need to touch it. The position of the brown-haired + head was such as to leave no doubt of the complete success of his design. + Her neck was broken. Lord Robert Dudley was free to marry the Queen. + </p> + <p> + Deliberately Sir Richard stepped over the huddled body of that poor victim + of a knave's ambition, crossed the hall, and passed out, closing the door. + An excellent day's work, thought he, most excellently accomplished. The + servants, returning from Abingdon Fair on that Sunday evening, would find + her there. They would publish the fact that in their absence her ladyship + had fallen downstairs and broken her neck, and that was the end of the + matter. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + But that was not the end at all. Fate, the ironic interloper, had taken a + hand in this evil game. + </p> + <p> + The court had moved a few days earlier to Windsor, and thither on the + Friday—the 6th of September—came Alvarez de Quadra to seek the + definite answer which the Queen had promised him on the subject of the + Spanish marriage. What he had seen that night at Whitehall, coupled with + his mistrust of her promises and experience of her fickleness, had + rendered him uneasy. Either she was trifling with him, or else she was + behaving in a manner utterly unbecoming the future wife of the Archduke. + In either case some explanation was necessary. De Quadra must know where + he stood. Having failed to obtain an audience before the court left + London, he had followed it to Windsor, cursing all women and contemplating + the advantages of the Salic law. + </p> + <p> + He found at Windsor an atmosphere of constraint, and it was not until the + morrow that he obtained an audience with the Queen. Even then this was due + to chance rather than to design on the part of Elizabeth. For they met on + the terrace as she was returning from hunting. She dismissed those about + her, including the stalwart Robert Dudley, and, alone with de Quadra, + invited him to speak. + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” he said, “I am writing to my master, and I desire to know + whether your Majesty would wish me to add anything to what you have + announced already as your intention regarding the Archduke.” + </p> + <p> + She knit her brows. The wily Spaniard fenced so closely that there was no + alternative but to come to grips. + </p> + <p> + “Why, sir,” she answered dryly, “you may tell his Majesty that I have come + to an absolute decision, which is that I will not marry the Archduke.” + </p> + <p> + The colour mounted to the Spaniard's sallow cheeks. Iron self-control + alone saved him from uttering unpardonable words. Even so he spoke + sternly: + </p> + <p> + “This, madame, is not what you had led me to believe when last we talked + upon the subject.” + </p> + <p> + At another time Elizabeth might have turned upon him and rent him for that + speech. But it happened that she was in high good-humour that afternoon, + and disposed to indulgence. She laughed, surveying herself in the small + steel mirror that dangled from her waist. + </p> + <p> + “You are ungallant to remind me, my lord,” said she. “My sex, you may have + heard, is privileged to change of mind.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, madame, I pray that you may change it yet again.” His tone was + bitter. + </p> + <p> + “Your prayer will not be heard. This time I am resolved.” + </p> + <p> + De Quadra bowed. “The King, my master, will not be pleased, I fear.” + </p> + <p> + She looked him straightly in the face, her dark eyes kindling. + </p> + <p> + “God's death!” said she, “I marry to please myself, and not the King your + master.” + </p> + <p> + “You are resolved on marriage then?” flashed he. + </p> + <p> + “And it please you,” she mocked him archly, her mood of joyousness already + conquering her momentary indignation. + </p> + <p> + “What pleases you must please me also, madame,” he answered, in a tone so + cold that it belied his words. “That it please you, is reason enough why + you should marry... Whom did your Majesty say?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay. I named no names. Yet one so astute might hazard a shrewd guess.” + Half-challenging, half-coy, she eyed him over her fan. + </p> + <p> + “A guess? Nay, madame. I might affront your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “How so?” + </p> + <p> + “If I were deluded by appearances. If I named a subject who signally + enjoys your royal favour.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean Lord Robert Dudley.” She paled a little, and her bosom's heave + was quickened. “Why should the guess affront me?” + </p> + <p> + “Because a queen—a wise queen, madame—does not mate with a + subject—particularly with one who has a wife already.” + </p> + <p> + He had stung her. He had wounded at once the pride of the woman and the + dignity of the queen, yet in a way that made it difficult for her to take + direct offense. She bit her lip and mastered her surge of anger. Then she + laughed, a thought sneeringly. + </p> + <p> + “Why, as to my Lord Robert's wife, it seems you are less well-informed + than usual, sir. Lady Robert Dudley is dead, or very nearly so.” + </p> + <p> + And as blank amazement overspread his face, she passed upon her way and + left him. + </p> + <p> + But anon, considering, she grew vaguely uneasy, and that very night + expressed her afflicting doubt to my lord, reporting to him de Quadra's + words. His lordship, who was mentally near-sighted, laughed. + </p> + <p> + “He'll change his tone before long,” said he. + </p> + <p> + She set her hands upon his shoulders, and looked up adoringly into his + handsome gipsy face. Never had he known her so fond as in these last days + since her surrender to him that night upon the terrace at Whitehall, never + had she been more the woman and less the queen in her bearing towards him. + </p> + <p> + “You are sure, Robin? You are quite sure?” she pleaded. + </p> + <p> + He drew her close, she yielding herself to his embrace. “With so much at + stake could I be less than sure, sweet?” said he, and so convinced her—the + more easily since he afforded her the conviction she desired. + </p> + <p> + That was on the night of Saturday, and early on Monday came the news which + justified him of his assurances. It was brought him to Windsor by one of + Amy's Cumnor servants, a fellow named Bowes, who, with the others, had + been away at Abingdon Fair yesterday afternoon, and had returned to find + his mistress dead at the stairs' foot—the result of an accident, as + all believed. + </p> + <p> + It was not quite the news that my lord had been expecting. It staggered + him a little that an accident so very opportune should have come to + resolve his difficulties, obviating the need for recourse to those more + dangerous measures with which he had charged Sir Richard Verney. He + perceived how suspicion might now fall upon himself, how his enemies would + direct it, and on the instant made provision. There and then he seized a + pen, and wrote to his kinsman, Sir Thomas Blount, who even then was on his + way to Cumnor. He stated in the letter what he had learnt from Bowes, bade + Blount engage the coroner to make the strictest investigation, and send + for Amy's natural brother, Appleyard. “Have no respect to any living + person,” was the final injunction of that letter which he sent Blount by + the hand of Bowes. + </p> + <p> + And, then, before he could carry to the Queen the news of this accident + which had broken his matrimonial shackles, Sir Richard Verney arrived with + the true account. He had expected praise and thanks from his master. + Instead, he met first dismay, and then anger and fierce reproaches. + </p> + <p> + “My lord, this is unjust,” the faithful retainer protested. “Knowing the + urgency, I took the only way—contrived the accident.” + </p> + <p> + “Pray God,” said Dudley, “that the jury find it to have been an accident; + for if the truth should come to be discovered, I leave you to the + consequences. I warned you of that before you engaged in this. Look for no + help from me.” + </p> + <p> + “I look for none,” said Sir Richard, stung to hot contempt by the meanness + and cowardice so characteristic of the miserable egotist he served. “Nor + will there be the need, for I have left no footprints. + </p> + <p> + “I hope that may be so, for I tell you, man, that I have ordered a strict + inquiry, bidding them have no respect to any living person, and to that I + shall adhere.” + </p> + <p> + “And if, in spite of that, I am not hanged?” quoth Sir Richard, a sneer + upon his white face. + </p> + <p> + “Come to me again when the affair is closed, and we will talk of it.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard went out, rage and disgust in his heart, leaving my lord with + rage and fear in his. + </p> + <p> + Grown calmer now, my lord dressed himself with care and sought the Queen + to tell her of the accident that had removed the obstacle to their + marriage. And that same night her Majesty coldly informed de Quadra that + Lady Robert Dudley had fallen down a flight of stairs and broken her neck. + </p> + <p> + The Spaniard received the information with a countenance that was + inscrutable. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty's gift of prophecy is not so widely known as it deserves to + be,” was his cryptic comment. + </p> + <p> + She stared at him blankly a moment. Then a sudden uneasy memory awakened + by his words, she drew him forward to a window embrasure apart from those + who had stood about her, and for greater security addressed him, as he + tells us, in Italian. + </p> + <p> + “I do not think I understand you, sir. Will you be plain with me?” She + stood erect and stiff, and frowned upon him after the manner of her + bullying father. But de Quadra held the trumps, and was not easily + intimidated. + </p> + <p> + “About the prophecy?” said he. “Why, did not your Majesty foretell the + poor lady's death a full day before it came to pass? Did you not say that + she was already dead, or nearly so?” + </p> + <p> + He saw her blench; saw fear stare from those dark eyes that could be so + very bold. Then her ever-ready anger followed swiftly. + </p> + <p> + “'Sblood, man! What do you imply?” she cried, and went on without waiting + for his answer. “The poor woman was sick and ill, and must soon have + succumbed; it will no doubt be found that the accident which anticipated + nature was due to her condition.” + </p> + <p> + Gently he shook his head, relishing her discomfiture, taking satisfaction + in torturing her who had flouted him and his master, in punishing her whom + he had every reason to believe guilty. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty, I fear, has been ill-informed on that score. The poor lady + was in excellent health—and like to have lived for many years—at + least, so I gather from Sir William Cecil, whose information is usually + exact.” + </p> + <p> + She clutched his arm. “You told him what I had said?” + </p> + <p> + “It was indiscreet, perhaps. Yet, how was I to know...?” He left his + sentence there. “I but expressed my chagrin at your decision on the score + of the Archduke—hardly a wise decision, if I may be so bold,” he + added slyly. + </p> + <p> + She caught the suggestion of a bargain, and became instantly suspicious. + </p> + <p> + “You transcend the duties of your office, my lord,” she rebuked him, and + turned away. + </p> + <p> + But soon that night she was closeted with Dudley, and closely questioning + him about the affair. My lord was mightily vehement. + </p> + <p> + “I take Heaven to be my witness,” quoth he, when she all but taxed him + with having procured his lady's death, “that I am innocent of any part in + it. My injunctions to Blount, who has gone to Cumnor, are that the matter + be sifted without respect to any person, and if it can be shown that this + is other than the accident I deem it, the murderer shall hang.” + </p> + <p> + She flung her arms about his neck, and laid her head on his shoulder. “Oh, + Robin, Robin, I am full of fears,” she wailed, and was nearer to tears + than he had ever seen her. + </p> + <p> + But, anon, as the days passed their fears diminished, and finally the jury + at Cumnor—delayed in their finding, and spurred by my lord to + exhaustive inquiries—returned a verdict of “found dead,” which in + all the circumstances left his lordship—who was known, moreover, to + have been at Windsor when his lady died—fully acquitted. Both he and + the Queen took courage from that finding, and made no secret of it now + that they would very soon be wed. + </p> + <p> + But there were many whom that finding did not convince, who read my lord + too well, and would never suffer him to reap the fruits of his evil deed. + Prominent among these were Arundel—who himself had aimed at the + Queen's hand—Norfolk and Pembroke, and behind them was a great mass + of the people. Indignation against Lord Robert was blazing out, fanned by + such screaming preachers as Lever, who, from the London pulpits, denounced + the projected marriage, hinting darkly at the truth of Amy Dudley's death. + </p> + <p> + What was hinted at home was openly expressed abroad, and in Paris Mary + Stuart ventured a cruel witticism that Elizabeth was to conserve in her + memory: “The Queen of England,” she said, “is about to marry her + horse-keeper, who has killed his wife to make a place for her.” + </p> + <p> + Yet Elizabeth persisted in her intent to marry Dudley, until the sober + Cecil conveyed to her towards the end of that month of September some + notion of the rebellion that was smouldering. + </p> + <p> + She flared out at him, of course. But he stood his ground. + </p> + <p> + “There is,” he reminded her, “this unfortunate matter of a prophecy, as + the Bishop of Aquila persists in calling it.” + </p> + <p> + “God's Body! Is the rogue blabbing?” + </p> + <p> + “What else did your Majesty expect from a man smarting under a sense of + injury? He has published it broadcast that on the day before Lady Robert + broke her neck, you told him that she was dead or nearly so. And he argues + from it a guilty foreknowledge on your Majesty's part of what was + planned.” + </p> + <p> + “A guilty foreknowledge!” She almost choked in rage, and then fell to + swearing as furiously in that moment as old King Harry at his worst. + </p> + <p> + “Madame!” he cried, shaken by her vehemence. “I but report the phrase he + uses. It is not mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you believe it?” + </p> + <p> + “I do not, madame. If I did I should not be here at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Does any subject of mine believe it?” + </p> + <p> + “They suspend their judgment. They wait to learn the truth from the + sequel.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean?” + </p> + <p> + “That if your motive prove to be such as de Quadra and others allege, they + will be in danger of believing.” + </p> + <p> + “Be plain, man, in God's name. What exactly is alleged?” + </p> + <p> + He obeyed her very fully. + </p> + <p> + “That my lord contrived the killing of his wife so that he might have + liberty to marry your Majesty, and that your Majesty was privy to the + deed.” He spoke out boldly, and hurried on before she could let loose her + wrath. “It is still in your power, madame, to save your honour, which is + now in peril. But there is only one way in which you can accomplish it. If + you put from you all thought of marrying Lord Robert, England will believe + that de Quadra and those others lied. If you persist and carry out your + intention, you proclaim the truth of his report; and you see what must + inevitably follow.” + </p> + <p> + She saw indeed, and, seeing, was afraid. + </p> + <p> + Within a few hours of that interview she delivered her answer to Cecil, + which was that she had no intention of marrying Dudley. + </p> + <p> + Because of her fear she saved her honour by sacrificing her heart, by + renouncing marriage with the only man she could have taken for her mate of + all who had wooed her. Yet the wound of that renunciation was slow to + heal. She trifled with the notion of other marriages, but ever and anon, + in her despair, perhaps, we see her turning longing eyes towards the + handsome Lord Robert, later made Earl of Leicester. Once, indeed, some six + years after Amy's death, there was again some talk of her marrying him, + which was quickly quelled by a reopening of the question of how Amy died. + Between these two, between the fulfilment of her desire and his ambition, + stood the irreconcilable ghost of his poor murdered wife. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps it was some thought of this that found expression in her + passionate outburst when she learnt of the birth of Mary Stuart's child: + “The Queen of Scots is lighter of a fair son; and I am but a barren + stock.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. SIR JUDAS + </h2> + <h3> + The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + </h3> + <p> + Sir Walter was met on landing at Plymouth from his ill-starred voyage to + El Dorado by Sir Lewis Stukeley, which was but natural, seeing that Sir + Lewis was not only Vice-Admiral of Devon, but also Sir Walter's very good + friend and kinsman. + </p> + <p> + If Sir Walter doubted whether it was in his quality as kinsman or as + Vice-Admiral that Sir Lewis met him, the cordiality of the latter's + embrace and the noble entertainment following at the house of Sir + Christopher Hare, near the port, whither Sir Lewis conducted him, set this + doubt at rest and relighted the lamp of hope in the despairing soul of our + adventurer. In Sir Lewis he saw only his kinsman—his very good + friend and kinsman, to insist upon Stukeley's own description of himself—at + a time when of all others in his crowded life he needed the support of a + kinsman and the guidance of a friend. + </p> + <p> + You know the story of this Sir Walter, who had been one of the brightest + ornaments of the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and might have added lustre to + that of King James, had not his Sowship—to employ the title bestowed + upon that prince by his own queen—been too mean of soul to + appreciate the man's great worth. Courtier, philosopher, soldier, man of + letters and man of action alike, Ralegh was at once the greatest + prose-writer, and one of the greatest captains of his age, the last + survivor of that glorious company—whose other members were Drake and + Frobisher and Hawkins—that had given England supremacy upon the + seas, that had broken the power and lowered the pride of Spain. + </p> + <p> + His was a name that had resounded, to the honour and glory of England, + throughout the world, a name that, like Drake's, was a thing of hate and + terror to King Philip and his Spaniards; yet the King of Scots, unclean of + body and of mind, who had succeeded to the throne of Elizabeth, must + affect ignorance of that great name which shall never die while England + lives. + </p> + <p> + When the splendid courtier stood before him—for at fifty Sir Walter + was still handsome of person and magnificent of Apparel—James looked + him over and inquired who he might be. When they had told him: + </p> + <p> + “I've rawly heard of thee,” quoth the royal punster, who sought by such + atrocities of speech to be acclaimed a wit. + </p> + <p> + It was ominous of what must follow, and soon thereafter you see this great + and gallant gentleman arrested on a trumped-up charge of high treason, + bullied, vituperated, and insulted by venal, peddling lawyers, and, + finally, although his wit and sincerity had shattered every fragment of + evidence brought against him, sentenced to death. Thus far James went; but + he hesitated to go further, hesitated to carry out the sentence. Sir + Walter had too many friends in England then; the memory of his glorious + deeds was still too fresh in the public mind, and execution might have + been attended by serious consequences for King James. Besides, one at + least of the main objects was achieved. Sir Walter's broad acres were + confiscate by virtue of that sentence, and King James wanted the land—filched + thus from one who was England's pride—to bestow it upon one of those + golden calves of his who were England's shame. + </p> + <p> + “I maun hae the land for Carr. I maun hae it,” was his brazen and peevish + answer to an appeal against the confiscation. + </p> + <p> + For thirteen years Sir Walter lay in the Tower, under that sentence of + death passed in 1603, enjoying after a season a certain liberty, visited + there by his dear lady and his friends, among whom was Henry, Prince of + Wales, who did not hesitate to publish that no man but his father—whom + he detested—would keep such a bird in a cage. He beguiled the time + in literary and scientific pursuits, distilling his essences and writing + that stupendous work of his, “The History of the World.” Thus old age + crept upon him; but far from quenching the fires of enterprise within his + adventurer's soul, it brought a restlessness that urged him at last to + make a bid for liberty. Despairing of winning it from the clemency of + James, he applied his wits to extracting it from the King's cupidity. + </p> + <p> + Throughout his life, since the day when first he had brought himself to + the notice of a Queen by making of his cloak a carpet for her feet, he had + retained side by side with the dignity of the sage and the greatness of + the hero, the craft and opportunism of the adventurer. His opportunity now + was the straitened condition of the royal treasury, a hint of which had + been let fall by Winwood the Secretary of State. He announced at once that + he knew of a gold mine in Guiana, the El Dorado of the Spaniards. + </p> + <p> + On his return from a voyage to Guiana in 1595, he had written of it thus: + </p> + <p> + “There the common soldier shall fight for gold instead of pence, pay + himself with plates half a foot broad, whereas he breaks his bones in + other wars for provant and penury Those commanders and chieftains that + shoot at honour and abundance shall find here more rich and beautiful + cities, more temples adorned with golden images, more sepulchres filled + with treasure than either Cortez found in Mexico or Pizarro in Peru.” + </p> + <p> + Winwood now reminded him that as a consequence many expeditions had gone + out, but failed to discover any of these things. + </p> + <p> + “That,” said Ralegh, “is because those adventurers were ignorant alike of + the country and of the art of conciliating its inhabitants. Were I + permitted to go, I would make Guiana to England what Peru has been to + Spain.” + </p> + <p> + That statement, reported to James in his need, was enough to fire his + cupidity, and when Ralegh had further added that he would guarantee to the + Crown one-fifth of the treasure without asking any contribution towards + the adventure either in money or in ships, he was permitted to come forth + and prepare for the expedition. + </p> + <p> + His friends came to his assistance, and in March of 1617 he set sail for + El Dorado with a well-manned and well-equipped fleet of fourteen ships, + the Earls of Arundel and Pembroke standing sureties for his return. + </p> + <p> + From the outset the fates were unpropitious. Disaster closed the + adventure. Gondomar, the Ambassador of Spain at Whitehall, too + well-informed of what was afoot, had warned his master. Spanish ships + waited to frustrate Sir Walter, who was under pledge to avoid all conflict + with the forces of King Philip. But conflict there was, and bloodshed in + plenty, about the city of Manoa, which the Spaniards held as the key to + the country into which the English adventurers sought to penetrate. Among + the slain were the Governor of Manoa, who was Gondomar's own brother, and + Sir Walter's eldest son. + </p> + <p> + To Ralegh, waiting at the mouth of the Orinoco, came his beaten forces in + retreat, with the terrible news of a happening that meant his ruin. + Half-maddened, his anguish increased by the loss of his boy, he upbraided + them so fiercely that Keymis, who had been in charge of the expedition, + shut himself up in his cabin and shot himself with a pocket-pistol. Mutiny + followed, and Whitney—most trusted of Sir Walter's captains—set + sail for England, being followed by six other ships of that fleet, which + meanwhile had been reduced to twelve. With the remaining five the stricken + Sir Walter had followed more at leisure. What need to hurry? Disgrace, and + perhaps death, awaited him in England. He knew the power of Spain with + James, who was so set upon a Spanish marriage for his heir, knew Spain's + hatred of himself, and what eloquence it would gather in the mouth of + Gondomar, intent upon avenging his brother's death. + </p> + <p> + He feared the worst, and so was glad upon landing to have by him a kinsman + upon whom he could lean for counsel and guidance in this the darkest hour + of all his life. Sitting late that night in the library of Sir Christopher + Hare's house, Sir Walter told his cousin in detail the story of his + misadventure, and confessed to his misgivings. + </p> + <p> + “My brains are broken,” was his cry. + </p> + <p> + Stukeley combed his beard in thought. He had little comfort to offer. + </p> + <p> + “It was not expected,” said he, “that you would return. + </p> + <p> + “Not expected?” Sir Walter's bowed white head was suddenly flung back. + Indignation blazed in the eyes that age had left undimmed. “What act in + all my life justified the belief I should be false to honour? My danger + here was made quite plain, and Captain King would have had me steer a + course for France, where I had found a welcome and a harbour. But to + consent I must have been false to my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who + were sureties to the King for my return. Life is still sweet to me, + despite my three-score years and more, but honour is sweeter still.” + </p> + <p> + And then, because life was sweet, he bluntly asked his cousin: “What is + the King's intent by me?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, now,” said Stukeley, “who shall know what passes in the King's mind? + From the signs, I judge your case to be none so desperate. You have good + friends in plenty, among whom, although the poorest, count myself the + first. Anon, when you are rested, we'll to London by easy stages, baiting + at the houses of your friends, and enlisting their good offices on your + behalf.” + </p> + <p> + Ralegh took counsel on the matter with Captain King, a bluff, + tawny-bearded seaman, who was devoted to him body and soul. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Lewis proposes it, eh?” quoth the hardy seaman. “And Sir Lewis is + Vice-Admiral of Devon? He is not by chance bidden to escort you to + London?” + </p> + <p> + The Captain, clearly, had escaped the spell of Stukeley's affability. Sir + Walter was indignant. He had never held his kinsman in great esteem, and + had never been on the best of terms with him in the past. Nevertheless, he + was very far from suspecting him of what King implied. To convince him + that he did Sir Lewis an injustice, Ralegh put the blunt question to his + kinsman in King's presence. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said Sir Lewis, “I am not yet bidden to escort you. But as + Vice-Admiral of Devon I may at any moment be so bidden. It were wiser, I + hold, not to await such an order. Though even if it come,” he made haste + to add, “you may still count upon my friendship. I am your kinsman first, + and Vice-Admiral after.” + </p> + <p> + With a smile that irradiated his handsome, virile countenance, Sir Walter + held out his hand to clasp his cousin's in token of appreciation. Captain + King expressed no opinion save what might be conveyed in a grunt and a + shrug. + </p> + <p> + Guided now unreservedly by his cousin's counsel, Sir Walter set out with + him upon that journey to London. Captain King went with them, as well as + Sir Walter's body-servant, Cotterell, and a Frenchman named Manourie, who + had made his first appearance in the Plymouth household on the previous + day. Stukeley explained the fellow as a gifted man of medicine, whom he + had sent for to cure him of a trivial but inconvenient ailment by which he + was afflicted. + </p> + <p> + Journeying by slow stages, as Sir Lewis had directed, they came at last to + Brentford. Sir Walter, had he followed his own bent, would have journeyed + more slowly still, for in a measure, as he neared London, apprehensions of + what might await him there grew ever darker. He spoke of them to King, and + the blunt Captain said nothing to dispel them. + </p> + <p> + “You are being led like a sheep to the shambles,” he declared, “and you go + like a sheep. You should have landed in France, where you have friends. + Even now it is not too late. A ship could be procured...” + </p> + <p> + “And my honour could be sunk at sea,” Sir Walter harshly concluded, in + reproof of such counsel. + </p> + <p> + But at the inn at Brentford he was sought out by a visitor, who brought + him the like advice in rather different terms. This was De Chesne, the + secretary of the French envoy, Le Clerc. Cordially welcomed by Ralegh, the + Frenchman expressed his deep concern to see Sir Walter under arrest. + </p> + <p> + “You conclude too hastily,” laughed Sir Walter. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, I do not conclude. I speak of what I am inform'.” + </p> + <p> + “Misinformed, sir. I am not a prisoner—at least, not yet,” he added, + with a sigh. “I travel of my own free will to London with my good friend + and kinsman Stukeley to lay the account of my voyage before the King.” + </p> + <p> + “Of your own free will? You travel of your own free will? And you are not + a prisoner? Ha!” There was bitter mockery in De Chesne's short laugh. + “C'est bien drole!” And he explained: “Milord the Duke o Buckingham, he + has write in his master's name to the ambassador Gondomar that you are + taken and held at the disposal of the King of Spain. Gondomar is to inform + him whether King Philip wish that you be sent to Spain to essay the + justice of his Catholic Majesty, or that you suffer here. Meanwhile your + quarters are being made ready in the Tower. Yet you tell me you are not + prisoner! You go of your own free will to London. Sir Walter, do not be + deceive'. If you reach London, you are lost.” + </p> + <p> + Now here was news to shatter Sir Walter's last illusion. Yet desperately + he clung to the fragments of it. The envoy's secretary must be at fault. + </p> + <p> + “'Tis yourself are at fault, Sir Walter, in that you trust those about + you,” the Frenchman insisted. + </p> + <p> + Sir Walter stared at him, frowning. “D'ye mean Stukeley?” quoth he, + half-indignant already at the mere suggestion. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Lewis, he is your kinsman.” De Chesne shrugged. “You should know your + family better than I. But who is this Manourie who accompanies you? Where + is he come from? What you know of him?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Walter confessed that he knew nothing. + </p> + <p> + “But I know much. He is a fellow of evil reputation. A spy who does not + scruple to sell his own people. And I know that letters of commission from + the Privy Council for your arrest were give' to him in London ten days + ago. Whether those letters were to himself, or he was just the messenger + to another, imports nothing. The fact is everything. The warrant against + you exists, and it is in the hands of one or another of those that + accompany you. I say no more. As I have tol' you, you should know your own + family. But of this be sure, they mean that you go to the Tower, and so to + your death. And now, Sir Walter, if I show you the disease I also bring + the remedy. I am command' by my master to offer you a French barque which + is in the Thames, and a safe conduct to the Governor of Calais. In France + you will find safety and honour, as your worth deserve'.” + </p> + <p> + Up sprang Sir Walter from his chair, and flung off the cloak of thought in + which he had been mantled. + </p> + <p> + “Impossible,” he said. “Impossible! There is my plighted word to return, + and there are my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who are sureties for me. I + cannot leave them to suffer by my default.” + </p> + <p> + “They will not suffer at all,” De Chesne assured him. He was very well + informed. “King James has yielded to Spain partly because he fears, partly + because he will have a Spanish marriage for Prince Charles, and will do + nothing to trouble his good relations with King Philip. But, after all, + you have friends, whom his Majesty also fears. If you escape' you would + resolve all his perplexities. I do not believe that any obstacle will be + offer' to your escape—else why they permit you to travel thus + without any guard, and to retain your sword?” + </p> + <p> + Half distracted as he was by what he had learnt, yet Sir Walter clung + stoutly and obstinately to what he believed to be the only course for a + man of honour. And so he dismissed De Chesne with messages of gratitude + but refusal to his master, and sent for Captain King. Together they + considered all that the secretary had stated, and King agreed with De + Chesne's implied opinion that it was Sir Lewis himself who held the + warrant. + </p> + <p> + They sent for him at once, and Ralegh straightly taxed him with it. Sir + Lewis as straightly admitted it, and when King thereupon charged him with + deceit he showed no anger, but only the profoundest grief. He sank into a + chair, and took his head in his hands. + </p> + <p> + “What could I do? What could I do?” he cried. “The warrant came in the + very moment we were setting out. At first I thought of telling you; and + then I bethought me that to do so would be but to trouble your mind, + without being able to offer you help.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Walter understood what was implied. “Did you not say,” he asked, “that + you were my kinsman first and Vice-Admiral of Devon after?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay—and so I am. Though I must lose my office of Vice-Admiral, which + has cost me six hundred pounds, if I suffer you to escape, I'd never + hesitate if it were not for Manourie, who watches me as closely as he + watches you, and would baulk us at the last. And that is why I have held + my peace on the score of this warrant. What can it help that I should + trouble you with the matter until at the same time I can offer you some + way out?” + </p> + <p> + “The Frenchman has a throat, and throats can be slit,” said the downright + King. + </p> + <p> + “So they can; and men can be hanged for slitting them,” returned Sir + Lewis, and thereafter resumed and elaborated his first argument, using now + such forceful logic and obvious sincerity that Sir Walter was convinced. + He was no less convinced, too, of the peril in which he stood. He plied + those wits of his, which had rarely failed him in an extremity. Manourie + was the difficulty. But in his time he had known many of these agents who, + without sentimental interest and purely for the sake of gold, were ready + to play such parts; and never yet had he known one who was not to be + corrupted. So that evening he desired Manourie's company in the room above + stairs that had been set apart for Sir Walter's use. Facing him across the + table at which both were seated, Sir Walter thrust his clenched fist upon + the board, and, suddenly opening it, dazzled the Frenchman's beady eyes + with the jewel sparkling in his palm. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me, Manourie, are you paid as much as that to betray me?” + </p> + <p> + Manourie paled a little under his tan. He was a swarthy, sharp-featured + fellow, slight and wiry. He looked into Sir Walter's grimly smiling eyes, + then again at the white diamond, from which the candlelight was striking + every colour of the rainbow. He made a shrewd estimate of its price, and + shook his black head. He had quite recovered from the shock of Sir + Walter's question. + </p> + <p> + “Not half as much,” he confessed, with impudence. + </p> + <p> + “Then you might find it more remunerative to serve me,” said the knight. + “This jewel is to be earned.” + </p> + <p> + The agent's eyes flickered; he passed his tongue over his lips. “As how?” + quoth he. + </p> + <p> + “Briefly thus: I have but learnt of the trammel in which I am taken. I + must have time to concert my measures of escape, and time is almost at an + end. You are skilled in drugs, so my kinsman tells me. Can you so drug me + as to deceive physicians that I am in extremis?” + </p> + <p> + Manourie considered awhile. + </p> + <p> + “I... I think I could,” he answered presently. + </p> + <p> + “And keep faith with me in this, at the price of, say.. two such stones?” + </p> + <p> + The venal knave gasped in amazement. This was not generosity; it was + prodigality. He recovered again, and swore himself Sir Walter's. + </p> + <p> + “About it, then.” Sir Walter rolled the gem across the board into the + clutch of the spy, which pounced to meet it. “Keep that in earnest. The + other will follow when we have cozened them.” + </p> + <p> + Next morning Sir Walter could not resume the journey. When Cotterell went + to dress him he found his master taken with vomits, and reeling like a + drunkard. The valet ran to fetch Sir Lewis, and when they returned + together they found Sir Walter on all fours gnawing the rushes on the + floor, his face livid and horribly distorted, his brow glistening with + sweat. + </p> + <p> + Stukeley, in alarm, ordered Cotterell to get his master back to bed and to + foment him, which was done. But on the next day there was no improvement, + and on the third things were in far more serious case. The skin of his + brow and arms and breast was inflamed, and covered with horrible purple + blotches—the result of an otherwise harmless ointment with which the + French empiric had supplied him. + </p> + <p> + When Stukeley beheld him thus disfigured, and lying apparently inert and + but half-conscious upon his bed, he backed away in terror. The + Vice-Admiral had seen afore-time the horrible manifestations of the + plague, and could not be mistaken here. He fled from the infected air of + his kinsman's chamber, and summoned what physicians were available to + pronounce and prescribe. The physicians came—three in number—but + manifested no eagerness to approach the patient closely. The mere sight of + him was enough to lead them to the decision that he was afflicted with the + plague in a singularly virulent form. + </p> + <p> + Presently one of them plucked up courage so far as to feel the pulse of + the apparently delirious patient. Its feebleness confirmed his diagnosis; + moreover the hand he held was cold and turgid. He was not to know that Sir + Walter had tightly wrapped about his upper arm the ribbon from his + poniard, and so he was entirely deceived. + </p> + <p> + The physicians withdrew, and delivered their verdict, whereupon Sir Lewis + at once sent word of it to the Privy Council. + </p> + <p> + That afternoon the faithful Captain King, sorely afflicted by the news, + came to visit his master, and was introduced to Sir Walter's chamber by + Manourie, who was in attendance upon him. To the seaman's amazement he + found Sir Walter sitting up in bed, surveying in a hand-mirror a face that + was horrible beyond description with the complacent smile of one who takes + satisfaction in his appearance. Yet there was no fevered madness in the + smiling eyes. They were alive with intelligence, amounting, indeed, to + craft. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, King!” was the glad welcome “The prophet David did make himself a + fool, and suffered spittle to fall upon his beard, to escape from the + hands of his enemies And there was Brutus, ay, and others as memorable who + have descended to such artifice.” + </p> + <p> + Though he laughed, it is clear that he was seeking to excuse an + unworthiness of which he was conscious. + </p> + <p> + “Artifice?” quoth King, aghast. “Is this artifice?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay—a hedge against my enemies, who will be afraid to approach me.” + </p> + <p> + King sat himself down by his master's bed. “A better hedge against your + enemies, Sir Walter, would have been the strip of sea 'twixt here and + France. Would to Heaven you had done as I advised ere you set foot in this + ungrateful land.” + </p> + <p> + “The omission may be repaired,” said Sir Walter. + </p> + <p> + Before the imminence of his peril, as now disclosed to him, Sir Walter had + been reconsidering De Chesne's assurance touching my Lords of Arundel and + Pembroke, and he had come to conclude—the more readily, perhaps + because it was as he would have it—that De Chesne was right; that to + break faith with them were no such great matter after all, nor one for + which they would be called upon to suffer. And so, now, when it was all + but too late, he yielded to the insistence of Captain King, and consented + to save himself by flight to France. King was to go about the business of + procuring a ship without loss of time. Yet there was no need of desperate + haste, as was shown when presently orders came to Brentford for the + disposal of the prisoner. The King, who was at Salisbury, desired that Sir + Walter should be conveyed to his own house in London. Stukeley reported + this to him, proclaiming it a sign of royal favour. Sir Walter was not + deceived. He knew the reason to be fear lest he should infect the Tower + with the plague by which he was reported stricken. + </p> + <p> + So the journey was resumed, and Sir Walter was brought to London, and + safely bestowed in his own house, but ever in the care of his loving + friend and kinsman. Manourie's part being fulfilled and the aim + accomplished, Sir Walter completed the promised payment by bestowing upon + him the second diamond—a form of eminently portable currency with + which the knight was well supplied. On the morrow Manourie was gone, + dismissed as a consequence of the part he had played. + </p> + <p> + It was Stukeley who told Sir Walter this—a very well informed and + injured Stukeley, who asked to know what he had done to forfeit the + knight's confidence that behind his back Sir Walter secretly concerted + means of escape. Had his cousin ceased to trust him? + </p> + <p> + Sir Walter wondered. Looking into that lean, crafty face, he considered + King's unquenchable mistrust of the man, bethought him of his kinsman's + general neediness, remembered past events that shed light upon his ways + and nature, and began now at last to have a sense of the man's hypocrisy + and double-dealing. Yet he reasoned in regard to him precisely as he had + reasoned in regard to Manourie. The fellow was acquisitive, and therefore + corruptible. If, indeed, he was so base that he had been bought to betray + Sir Walter, then he could be bought again to betray those who had so + bought him. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay,” said Sir Walter easily. “It is not lack of trust in you, my + good friend. But you are the holder of an office, and knowing as I do the + upright honesty of your character I feared to embarrass you with things + whose very knowledge must give you the parlous choice of being false to + that office or false to me.” + </p> + <p> + Stukeley broke forth into imprecations. He was, he vowed, the most + accursed and miserable of men that such a task as this should have fallen + to his lot. And he was a poor man, too, he would have his cousin remember. + It was unthinkable that he should use the knowledge he had gained to + attempt to frustrate Sir Walter's plans of escape to France. And this + notwithstanding that if Sir Walter escaped, it is certain he would lose + his office of Vice-Admiral and the six hundred pounds he had paid for it. + </p> + <p> + “As to that, you shall be at no loss,” Sir Walter assured him. “I could + not suffer it. I pledge you my honour, Lewis, that you shall have a + thousand pounds from my wife on the day that I am safely landed in France + or Holland. Meanwhile, in earnest of what is to come, here is a toy of + value for you.” And he presented Sir Lewis with a jewel of price, a great + ruby encrusted in diamonds. + </p> + <p> + Thus reassured that he would be immune from pecuniary loss, Sir Lewis was + ready to throw himself whole-heartedly into Sir Walter's plans, and to + render him all possible assistance. True, this assistance was a costly + matter; there was this person to be bought and that one; there were + expenses here and expenses there, incurred by Sir Lewis on his kinsman's + behalf; and there were odd presents, too, which Stukeley seemed to expect + and which Sir Walter could not deny him. He had no illusions now that King + had been right; that here he was dealing with a rogue who would exact the + uttermost farthing for his services, but he was gratified at the + shrewdness with which he had taken his cousin's measure, and did not + grudge the bribes by which he was to escape the scaffold. + </p> + <p> + De Chesne came again to the house in London, to renew his master's offer + of a ship to carry Sir Walter overseas, and such other assistance as Sir + Walter might require But by now the knight's arrangements were complete. + His servant Cotterell had come to inform him that his own boatswain, now + in London, was the owner of a ketch, at present lying at Tilbury, + admirably suited for the enterprise and entirely at Sir Walter's disposal. + It had been decided, then, with the agreement of Captain King, that they + should avail themselves of this; and accordingly Cotterell was bidden + desire the boatswain to have the craft made ready for sea at once. In view + of this, and anxious to avoid unnecessarily compromising the French envoy, + Sir Walter gratefully declined the latter's offer. + </p> + <p> + And so we come at last to that July evening appointed for the flight. + Ralegh, who, having for some time discarded the use of Manourie's + ointment, had practically recovered his normal appearance, covering his + long white hair under a Spanish hat, and muffling the half of his face in + the folds of a cloak, came to Wapping Stairs—that ill-omened place + of execution of pirates and sea-rovers—accompanied by Cotterell, who + carried the knight's cloak-bag, and by Sir Lewis and Sir Lewis's son. Out + of solicitude for their dear friend and kinsman, the Stukeleys could not + part from him until he was safely launched upon his voyage. At the head of + the stairs they were met by Captain King; at the foot of them a boat was + waiting, as concerted, the boatswain at the tiller. + </p> + <p> + King greeted them with an air of obvious relief. + </p> + <p> + “You feared perhaps we should not come,” said Stukeley, with a sneer at + the Captain's avowed mistrust of him. “Yet now, I trust, you'll do me the + justice to admit that I have shown myself an honest man.” + </p> + <p> + The uncompromising King looked at him and frowned, misliking the words. + </p> + <p> + “I hope that you'll continue so,” he answered stiffly. + </p> + <p> + They went down the slippery steps to the boat, and then the shore glided + slowly past them as they pushed off into the stream of the ebbing tide. + </p> + <p> + A moment later, King, whose suspicious eyes kept a sharp look-out, + observed another boat put off some two hundred yards higher up the river. + At first he saw it breast the stream as if proceeding towards London + Bridge, then abruptly swing about and follow them. Instantly he drew the + attention of Sir Walter to that pursuing wherry. + </p> + <p> + “What's this?” quoth Sir Walter harshly. “Are we betrayed?” + </p> + <p> + The watermen, taking fright at the words, hung now upon their oars. + </p> + <p> + “Put back,” Sir Walter bade them. “I'll not betray my friends to no + purpose. Put back, and let us home again.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, now,” said Stukeley gravely, himself watching the wherry. “We are + more than a match for them in oars, even if their purpose be such as you + suspect—for which suspicion, when all is said, there is no ground. + On then!” He addressed himself to the watermen, whipping out a pistol, and + growing truculent in mien and voice. “To your oars! Row, you dogs, or I'll + pistol you where you sit.” + </p> + <p> + The men bent their backs forthwith, and the boat swept on. But Sir Walter + was still full of apprehensions, still questioning the wisdom of keeping + to their down-stream course if they were being followed. + </p> + <p> + “But are we followed?” cried the impatient Sir Lewis. “'Sdeath, cousin, is + not the river a highway for all the world to use, and must every wherry + that chances to go our way be in pursuit of us? If you are to halt at + every shadow, faith, you'll never accomplish anything. I vow I am + unfortunate in having a friend whom I would save so full of doubts and + fears.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Walter gave him reason, and even King came to conclude that he had + suspected him unjustly, whilst the rowers, under Stukeley's suasion, now + threw themselves heartily into their task, and onward sped the boat + through the deepening night, taking but little account of that other + wherry that hung ever in their wake. In this wise they came at length to + Greenwich on the last of the ebb. But here finding the water beginning to + grow against them, and wearied by the exertion into which Stukeley's + enthusiasm had flogged them, the watermen paused again, declaring that + they could not reach Gravesend before morning. + </p> + <p> + Followed a brief discussion, at the end of which Sir Walter bade them put + him ashore at Purfleet. + </p> + <p> + “And that's the soundest counsel,” quoth the boatswain. “For at Purfleet + we can get horses on to Tilbury.” + </p> + <p> + Stukeley was of the same opinion; but not so the more practical Captain + King. + </p> + <p> + “'Tis useless,” he declared to them. “At this hour how shall you get + horses to go by land?” + </p> + <p> + And now, Sir Walter, looking over his shoulder, saw the other wherry + bearing down upon them through the faintly opalescent mists of dawn. A + hail came to them across the water. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, 'Sdeath! We are betrayed!” cried Ralegh bitterly, and Stukeley swore + more fiercely still. Sir Walter turned to him. “Put ashore,” he said + shortly, “and let us home.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, perhaps 'twere best. For to-night there's an end to the enterprise, + and if I am taken in your company now, what shall be said to me for this + active assistance in your escape?” His voice was gloomy, his face drawn + and white. + </p> + <p> + “Could you not plead that you had but pretended to go with me to seize on + my private papers?” suggested the ingenious mind of Ralegh. + </p> + <p> + “I could. But shall I be believed? Shall I?” His loom was deepening to + despair. + </p> + <p> + Ralegh was stricken almost with remorse on his cousin's account. His + generous heart was now more concerned with the harm to his friends than + with his own doom. He desired to make amends to Stukeley, but had no means + save such as lay in the power of that currency he used. Having naught else + to give, he must give that. He plunged his hand into an inner pocket, and + brought forth a handful of jewels, which he thrust upon his kinsman. + </p> + <p> + “Courage,” he urged him. “Up now, and we may yet win out and home, so that + all will be well with you at least, and you shall not suffer for your + friendship to me.” + </p> + <p> + Stukeley embraced him then, protesting his love and desire to serve him. + </p> + <p> + They came to land at last, just below Greenwich bridge, and almost at the + same moment the other wherry grounded immediately above them. Men sprang + from her, with the obvious intent of cutting off their retreat. + </p> + <p> + “Too late!” said Ralegh, and sighed, entirely without passion now that the + dice had fallen and showed that the game was lost. “You must act on my + suggestion to explain your presence, Lewis.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, there is no other course,” Sir Lewis agreed. “And you are in the + same case, Captain King. You must confess that you joined with me but to + betray Sir Walter. I'll bear you out. Thus, each supporting the other...” + </p> + <p> + “I'll roast in Hell before I brand myself a traitor,” roared the Captain + furiously. “And were you an honest man, Sir Lewis, you'ld understand my + meaning.” + </p> + <p> + “So, so?” said Stukeley, in a quiet, wicked voice. And it was observed + that his son and one or two of the watermen had taken their stand beside + him as if in readiness for action. “Why, then, since you will have it so, + Captain, I arrest you, in the King's name, on a charge of abetting + treason.” + </p> + <p> + The Captain fell back a step, stricken a moment by sheer amazement. Then + he groped for a pistol to do at last what he realized he should have done + long since. Instantly he was overpowered. It was only then that Sir Walter + understood the thing that had happened, and with understanding came fury. + The old adventurer flung back his cloak, and snatched at his rapier to put + it through the vitals of his dear friend and kinsman. But he was too late. + Hands seized upon him, and he found himself held by the men from the + wherry, confronted by a Mr. William Herbert, whom he knew for Stukeley's + cousin, and he heard Mr. Herbert formally asking him for the surrender of + his sword. + </p> + <p> + Instantly he governed himself, repressed his fury. He looked coldly at his + kinsman, whose face showed white and evil in the growing light of the + early summer dawn “Sir Lewis,” was all he said, “these actions will not + turn out to your credit.” + </p> + <p> + He had no illusion left. His understanding was now a very full one. His + dear friend and kinsman had played him false throughout, intending first + to drain him of his resources before finally flinging the empty husk to + the executioner. Manourie had been in the plot; he had run with the hare + and hunted with the hounds; and Sir Walter's own servant Cotterell had + done no less. Amongst them they had “cozened the great cozener”—to + use Stukeley's own cynical expression. Even so, it was only on his trial + that Sir Walter plumbed the full depth of Stukeley's baseness; for it was + only then he learnt that his kinsman had been armed by a warrant of + immunity to assist his projects of escape, so that he might the more + effectively incriminate and betray him; and Sir Walter discovered also + that the ship in which he had landed, and other matters, were to provide + additional Judas' fees to this acquisitive betrayer. + </p> + <p> + If to escape his enemies Sir Walter had had recourse to artifices unworthy + the great hero that he was, now that all hope was lost he conducted + himself with a dignity and cheerfulness beyond equal. So calm and + self-possessed and masterly was his defence from the charge of piracy + preferred at the request of Spain, and so shrewd in its inflaming appeal + to public opinion, that his judges were constrained to abandon that line + of prosecution, and could discover no way of giving his head to King James + save by falling back upon the thirteen-year old sentence of death against + him. Of this they now ordered execution. + </p> + <p> + Never a man who loved his life as dearly as Sir Walter loved it met death + as blithely. He dressed himself for the scaffold with that elegance and + richness which all his life he had observed. He wore a ruff band and black + velvet wrought nightgown over a doublet of hair-coloured satin, a black + wrought waistcoat, black cut taffety breeches and ash-coloured silk + stockings. Under his plumed hat he covered his white locks with a wrought + nightcap. This last he bestowed on his way to the scaffold upon a + bald-headed old man who had come to take a last look of him, with the + observation that he was more in need of it than himself. When he had + removed it, it was observed that his hair was not curled as usual. This + was a matter that had fretted his barber Peter in the prison of the + Gatehouse at Westminster that morning. But Sir Walter had put him off with + a laugh and a jest. + </p> + <p> + “Let them comb it that shall have it,” he had said of his own head. + </p> + <p> + Having taken his leave of the friends who had flocked about him with the + observation that he had a long journey before him, he called for the axe, + and, when presented to him, ran his fingers along the edge, and smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Sharp medicine,” quoth he, “but a sound cure for all diseases.” + </p> + <p> + When presently the executioner bade him turn his head to the East: + </p> + <p> + “It is no great matter which way a man's head stands, so that his heart + lies right,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Thus passed one of England's greatest heroes, indeed one of the very + makers of this England, and than his death there is no more shameful blot + upon the shameful reign of that pusillanimous James, unclean of body and + of soul, who sacrificed him to the King of Spain. + </p> + <p> + A spectator of his death, who suffered for his words—as men must + ever suffer for the regardless utterance of Truth—declared that + England had not such another head to cut off. + </p> + <p> + As for Stukeley, the acquisitiveness which had made a Judas of him was + destined, by a poetic justice, ever desired but rarely forthcoming for + knaves, soon to be his ruin. He was caught diminishing the gold coin of + the realm by the operation known to-day as “clipping,” and with him was + taken his creature Manourie, who, to save himself, turned chief witness + against Stukeley. Sir Lewis was sentenced to death, but saved himself by + purchasing his pardon at the cost of every ill-gotten shilling he + possessed, and he lived thereafter as bankrupt of means as he was of + honour. + </p> + <p> + Yet before all this happened, Sir Lewis had for his part in Sir Walter + Ralegh's death come to be an object of execration throughout the land, and + to be commonly known as “Sir Judas.” At Whitehall he suffered rebuffs and + insults that found a climax in the words addressed to him by the Lord + Admiral, to whom he went to give an account of his office. + </p> + <p> + “Base fellow, darest thou who art the contempt and scorn of men offer + thyself in my presence?” + </p> + <p> + For a man of honour there was but one course. Sir Judas was not a man of + honour. He carried his grievance to the King. James leered at him. + </p> + <p> + “What wouldst thou have me do? Wouldst thou have me hang him? On my soul, + if I should hang all that speak ill of thee, all the trees of the country + would not suffice, so great is the number.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + </h2> + <h3> + George Villier's Courtship of Ann of Austria + </h3> + <p> + He was Insolence incarnate. + </p> + <p> + Since the day when, a mere country lad, his singular good looks had + attracted the attention of King James—notoriously partial to + good-looking lads—and had earned him the office of cup-bearer to his + Majesty, the career of George Villiers is to be read in a series of acts + of violent and ever-increasing arrogance, expressing the vanity and levity + inherent in his nature. Scarcely was he established in the royal favour + than he distinguished himself by striking an offending gentleman in the + very presence of his sovereign—an act of such gross disrespect to + royalty that his hand would have paid forfeit, as by law demanded, had not + the maudlin king deemed him too lovely a fellow to be so cruelly maimed. + </p> + <p> + Over the mind and will of King Charles his ascendancy became even greater + than it had been over that of King James; and it were easy to show that + the acts of George Villiers' life supplied the main planks of that + scaffold in Whitehall whereupon Charles Stuart came to lose his head. + Charles was indeed a martyr; a martyr chiefly to the reckless, insolent, + irresponsible vanity of this Villiers, who, from a simple country squire + with nothing but personal beauty to recommend him, had risen to be, as + Duke of Buckingham, the first gentleman in England. + </p> + <p> + The heady wine of power had gone to his brain, and so addled it that, as + John Chamberlain tells us, there was presently a touch of craziness in him—of + the variety, no doubt, known to modern psychologists as megalomania He + lost the sense of proportion, and was without respect for anybody or + anything. The Commons of England and the immensely dignified Court of + Spain—during that disgraceful, pseudo-romantic adventure at Madrid—were + alike the butts of this parvenu's unmeasured arrogance But the crowning + insolence of his career was that tragicomedy the second act of which was + played on a June evening in an Amiens garden on the banks of the river + Somme. + </p> + <p> + Three weeks ago—on the 14th May, 1625, to be precise—Buckingham + had arrived in Paris as Ambassador Extra-ordinary, charged with the task + of conducting to England the King of France's sister, Henrietta Maria, who + three days earlier had been married by proxy to King Charles. + </p> + <p> + The occasion enabled Buckingham to fling the reins on to the neck of his + mad vanity, to indulge to the very fullest his crazy passion for + ostentation and magnificence. Because the Court of France was proverbially + renowned for splendour and luxury, Buckingham felt it due to himself to + extinguish its brilliance by his own. On his first coming to the Louvre he + literally blazed. He wore a suit of white satin velvet with a short cloak + in the Spanish fashion, the whole powdered over with diamonds to the value + of some ten thousand pounds. An enormous diamond clasped the heron's plume + in his hat; diamonds flashed in the hilt of his sword; diamonds studded + his very spurs, which were of beaten gold; the highest orders of England, + Spain, and France flamed on his breast. On the occasion of his second + visit he wore a suit of purple satin, of intent so lightly sewn with + pearls that as he moved he shook them off like raindrops, and left them to + lie where they fell, as largesse for pages and the lesser fry of the + Court. + </p> + <p> + His equipages and retinue were of a kind to match his personal effulgence. + His coaches were lined with velvet and covered with cloth of gold, and + some seven hundred people made up his train. There were musicians, + watermen, grooms of the chamber, thirty chief yeomen, a score of cooks, as + many grooms, a dozen pages, two dozen footmen, six outriders, and twenty + gentlemen, each with his own attendants, all arrayed as became the + satellites of a star of such great magnitude. + </p> + <p> + Buckingham succeeded in his ambition. Paris, that hitherto had set the + fashion to the world, stared mouth-agape, dazzled by the splendour of this + superb and scintillating ambassador. + </p> + <p> + Another, by betraying consciousness of the figure that he cut, might have + made himself ridiculous. But Buckingham's insolent assurance was proof + against that peril. Supremely self-satisfied, he was conscious only that + what he did could not be better done, and he ruffled it with an air of + easy insouciance, as if in all this costly display there was nothing that + was not normal. He treated with princes, and even with the gloomy Louis + XIII., as with equals; and, becoming more and more intoxicated with his + very obvious success, he condescended to observe approvingly the fresh + beauty of the young Queen. + </p> + <p> + Anne of Austria, then in her twenty-fourth year, was said to be one of the + most beautiful women in Europe. She was of a good height and carriage, + slight, and very gracefully built, of a ravishing fairness of skin and + hair, whilst a look of wistfulness had come to invest with an indefinable + tenderness her splendid eyes. Her childless marriage to the young King of + France, which had endured now for ten years, had hardly been successful. + Gloomy, taciturn, easily moved to suspicion, and difficult to convince of + error, Louis XIII. held his wife aloof, throwing up between himself and + her a wall of coldness, almost of dislike. + </p> + <p> + There is a story—and Tallemant des Raux gives credit to it—that + in the early days of her reign as Queen of France, Richelieu had fallen + deeply in love with her, and that she, with the mischief of an + irresponsible young girl, had encouraged him, merely to betray him to a + ridicule which his proud spirit had never been able to forgive. Be that or + another the reason, the fact that Richelieu hated her, and subjected her + to his vindictive persecution, is beyond dispute. And it was he who by a + hundred suggestions poisoned against her the King's mind, and thus kept + ever open the gulf between the two. + </p> + <p> + The eyes of that neglected young wife dilated a little, and admiration + kindled in them, when they rested upon the dazzling figure of my Lord of + Buckingham. He must have seemed to her a figure of romance, a prince out + of a fairy-tale. + </p> + <p> + That betraying glance he caught, and it inflamed at once his monstrous + arrogance. To the scalps already adorning the belt of his vanity he would + add that of the love of a beautiful young queen. Perhaps he was thrilled + in his madness by the thought of the peril that would spice such an + adventure. Into that adventure he plunged forthwith. He wooed her during + the eight days that he abode in Paris, flagrantly, openly, contemptuous of + courtiers and of the very King himself. At the Louvre, at the Hotel de + Chevreuse, at the Luxembourg, where the Queen-Mother held her Court, at + the Hotel de Guise, and elsewhere he was ever at the Queen's side. + </p> + <p> + Richelieu, whose hard pride and self-love had been wounded by the Duke's + cavalier behaviour, who despised the fellow for an upstart, and may even + have resented that so shallow a man should have been sent to treat with a + statesman of his own caliber—for other business beside the marriage + had brought Buckingham to Paris—suggested to the King that the + Duke's manner in approaching the Queen lacked a proper deference, and the + Queen's manner of receiving him a proper circumspection. Therefore the + King's long face became longer, his gloomy eyes gloomier, as he looked on. + Far, however, from acting as a deterrent, the royal scowl was mere incense + to the vanity of Buckingham, a spur to goad him on to greater daring. + </p> + <p> + On the 2nd of June a splendid company of some four thousand French nobles + and ladies, besides Buckingham and his retinue, quitted Paris to accompany + Henrietta Maria, now Queen of England, on the first stage of her journey + to her new home. The King was not of the party. He had gone with Richelieu + to Fontainebieau, leaving it to the Queen and the Queen-Mother to + accompany his sister. + </p> + <p> + Buckingham missed no chance upon that journey of pressing his attentions + upon Anne of Austria. Duty dictated that his place should be beside the + carriage of Henrietta Maria. But duty did not apply to His Insolence of + Buckingham, so indifferent of whom he might slight or offend. And then the + devil took a hand in the game. + </p> + <p> + At Amiens, the Queen-Mother fell ill, so that the Court was compelled to + halt there for a few days to give her Majesty the repose she required. + Whilst Amiens was thus honoured by the presence of three queens at one and + the same time within its walls, the Duc de Chaulnes gave an entertainment + in the Citadel. Buckingham attended this, and in the dance that followed + the banquet it was Buckingham who led out the Queen. + </p> + <p> + Thereafter the royal party had returned to the Bishop's Palace, where it + was lodged, and a small company went out to take the evening cool in the + Bishop's fragrant gardens on the Somme, Buckingham ever at the Queen's + side. Anne of Austria was attended by her Mistress of the Household, the + beautiful, witty Marie de Rohan, Duchess of Chevreuse, and by her equerry, + Monsieur de Putange. Madame de Chevreuse had for cavalier that handsome + coxcomb, Lord Holland, who was one of Buckingham's creatures, between whom + and herself a certain transient tenderness had sprung up. M. de Putange + was accompanied by Madame de Vernet, with whom at the time he was over + head and ears in love. Elsewhere about the spacious gardens other + courtiers sauntered. + </p> + <p> + Now either Madame de Chevreuse and M. de Putange were too deeply engrossed + in their respective companions, or else the state of their own hearts and + the tepid, languorous eventide disposed them complacently towards the + affair of gallantry upon which their mistress almost seemed to wish to be + embarked. They forgot, it would seem, that she was a queen, and remembered + sympathetically that she was a woman, and that she had for companion the + most splendid cavalier in all the world. Thus they committed the + unpardonable fault of lagging behind, and allowing her to pass out of + their sight round the bend of an avenue by the water. + </p> + <p> + No sooner did Buckingham realize that he was alone with the Queen, that + the friendly dusk and a screen of trees secured them from observation, + than, piling audacity up on audacity, he determined to accomplish here and + now the conquest of this lovely lady who had used him so graciously and + received his advances with such manifest pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “How soft the night! How exquisite!” he sighed. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” she agreed. “And how still, but for the gentle murmur of the + river.” + </p> + <p> + “The river!” he cried, on a new note. “That is no gentle murmur. The river + laughs, maliciously mocking. The river is evil.” + </p> + <p> + “Evil?” quoth she. He had checked in his step, and they stood now side by + side. + </p> + <p> + “Evil,” he repeated. “Evil and cruel. It goes to swell the sea that soon + shall divide me from you, and it mocks me, rejoicing wickedly in the pain + that will presently be mine.” + </p> + <p> + It took her aback. She laughed, a little breathlessly, to hide her + discomposure, and scarce knew how to answer him, scarce knew whether she + took pleasure or offense in his daring encroachment upon that royal + aloofness in which she dwelt, and in which her Spanish rearing had taught + her she must ever dwell. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, you will be with us again, perhaps before + so very long.” + </p> + <p> + His answer came in a swift, throbbing question, his lips so near her face + that she could feel his breath hot upon her cheek. + </p> + <p> + “Do you wish it, madame? Do you wish it? I implore you, of your pity, say + but that you wish it, and I will come, though I tear down half a world to + reach you.” + </p> + <p> + She recoiled in fright and displeasure before a wooing so impetuous and + violently outspoken; though the displeasure was perhaps but a passing + emotion, the result of early training. Yet she contrived to answer him + with the proper icy dignity due to her position as a princess of Spain, + now Queen of France. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, you forget yourself. The Queen of France does not listen to + such words. You are mad, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am mad,” he flung back. “Mad with love—so mad that I have + forgot that you are a queen and I an ambassador. Under the ambassador + there is a man, under the queen a woman—our real selves, not the + titles with which Fate seeks to dissemble our true natures. And with the + whole strength of my true nature do I love you, so potently, so + overwhelmingly that I will not believe you sensible of no response.” + </p> + <p> + Thus torrentially he delivered himself, and swept her a little off her + feet. She was a woman, as he said; a queen, it is true; but also a + neglected, coldly-used wife; and no one had ever addressed her in anything + approaching this manner, no one had ever so much as suggested that her + existence could matter greatly, that in her woman's nature there was the + magic power of awakening passion and devotion. He was so splendidly + magnificent, so masterful and unrivalled, and he came thus to lay his + being, as it were, in homage at her feet. It touched her a little, who + knew so little of the real man. It cost her an effort to repulse him, and + the effort was not very convincing. + </p> + <p> + “Hush, monsieur, for pity's sake! You must not talk so to me. It ... it + hurts.” + </p> + <p> + O fatal word! She meant that it was her dignity as Queen he wounded, for + she clung to that as to the anchor of salvation. But he in his egregious + vanity must of course misunderstand. + </p> + <p> + “Hurts!” he cried, and the rapture in his accents should have warned her. + “Because you resist it, because you fight against the commands of your + true self. Anne!” He seized her, and crushed her to him. “Anne!” + </p> + <p> + Wild terror gripped her at that almost brutal contact, and anger, too, her + dignity surging up in violent outraged rebellion. A scream, loud and + piercing, broke from her and rang through the still garden. It brought him + to his senses. It was as if he had been lifted up into the air, and then + suddenly allowed to fall. + </p> + <p> + He sprang away from her, an incoherent exclamation on his lips, and when + an instant later Monsieur de Putange came running up in alarm, his hand + upon his sword, those two stood with the width of the avenue between them, + Buckingham erect and defiant, the Queen breathing hard and trembling, a + hand upon her heaving breast as if to repress its tumult. + </p> + <p> + “Madame! Madame!” had been Putange's cry, as he sprang forward in alarm + and self-reproach. + </p> + <p> + He stood now almost between them, looking from one to the other in + bewilderment. Neither spoke. + </p> + <p> + “You cried out, Madame,” M. de Putange reminded her, and Buckingham may + well have wondered whether presently he would be receiving M. de Putange's + sword in his vitals. He must have known that his life now hung upon her + answer. + </p> + <p> + “I called you, that was all,” said the Queen, in a voice that she strove + to render calm. “I confess that I was startled to find myself alone with + M. L'Ambassadeur. Do not let it occur again, M. de Putange!” + </p> + <p> + The equerry bowed in silence. His itching fingers fell away from his + sword-hilt, and he breathed more freely. He had no illusions as to what + must have happened. But he was relieved there were to be no complications. + The others now coming up with them, the party thereafter kept together + until presently Buckingham and Lord Holland took their leave. + </p> + <p> + On the morrow the last stage of the escorting journey was accomplished. A + little way beyond Amiens the Court took its leave of Henrietta Maria, + entrusting her now to Buckingham and his followers, who were to convey her + safely to Charles. + </p> + <p> + It was a very contrite and downcast Buckingham who came now to Anne of + Austria as she sat in her coach with the Princesse de Conti for only + companion. + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” he said, “I am come to take my leave.” + </p> + <p> + “Fare you well, Monsieur l'Ambassadeur,” she said, and her voice was warm + and gentle, as if to show him that she bore no malice. + </p> + <p> + “I am come to ask your pardon, madame,” he said, in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, monsieur—no more, I beg you.” She looked down; her hands were + trembling, her cheeks going red and white by turns. + </p> + <p> + He put his head behind the curtains of the coach, so that none might see + him from outside, and looking at him now, she beheld tears in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Do not misunderstand me, madame. I ask your pardon only for having + discomposed you, startled you. As for what I said, it were idle to ask + pardon, since I could no more help saying it than I can help drawing + breath. I obeyed an instinct stronger than the will to live. I gave + expression to something that dominates my whole being, and will ever + dominate it as long as I have life. Adieu, madame! At need you know where + a servant who will gladly die for you is to be found.” He kissed the hem + of her robe, dashed the back of his hand across his eyes, and was gone + before she could say a word in answer. + </p> + <p> + She sat pale, and very thoughtful, and the Princesse de Conti, watching + her furtively, observed that her eyes were moist. + </p> + <p> + “I will answer for the Queen's virtue,” she stated afterwards, “but I + cannot speak so positively for the hardness of her heart, since without + doubt the Duke's tears affected her spirits.” + </p> + <p> + But it was not yet the end. As Buckingham was nearing Calais, he was met + by a courier from Whitehall, with instructions for him regarding the + negotiations he had been empowered to carry out with France in the matter + of an alliance against Spain—negotiations which had not thriven with + Louis and Richelieu, possibly because the ambassador was ill-chosen. The + instructions came too late to be of use, but in time to serve as a pretext + for Buckingham's return to Amiens. There he sought an audience of the + Queen-Mother, and delivered himself to her of a futile message for the + King. This chimerical business—as Madame de Motteville shrewdly + calls it—being accomplished, he came to the real matter which had + prompted him to use that pretext for his return, and sought audience of + Anne of Austria. + </p> + <p> + It was early morning, and the Queen was not yet risen. But the levĂŠes at + the Court of France were precisely what the word implies, and they were + held by royalty whilst still abed. It was not, therefore, amazing that he + should have been admitted to her presence. She was alone save for her + lady-in-waiting, Madame de Lannoi, who was, we are told, aged, prudent and + virtuous. Conceive, therefore, the outraged feelings of this lady upon + seeing the English duke precipitate himself wildly into the room, and on + his knees at the royal bedside seize the coverlet and bear it to his lips. + </p> + <p> + Whilst the young Queen looked confused and agitated, Madame de Lannoi + became a pillar of icy dignity. + </p> + <p> + “M. le Duc,” says she, “it is not customary in France to kneel when + speaking to the Queen.” + </p> + <p> + “I care nothing for the customs of France, madame,” he answered rudely. “I + am not a Frenchman.” + </p> + <p> + “That is too obvious, monsieur,” snapped the elderly, prudent and virtuous + countess. “Nevertheless, whilst in France perhaps monsieur will perceive + the convenience of conforming to French customs. Let me call for a chair + for Monsieur le Duc.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not want a chair, madame.” + </p> + <p> + The countess cast her eyes to Heaven, as if to say, “I suppose one cannot + expect anything else in a foreigner,” and let him kneel as he insisted, + placing herself, however, protectingly at the Queen's pillow. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, entirely unabashed, heeding Madame de Lannoi's presence no + more than if she had been part of the room's furniture, the Duke delivered + himself freely of what was in his mind. He had been obliged to return to + Amiens on a matter of State. It was unthinkable that he should be so near + to her Majesty and not hasten to cast himself at her feet; and whilst + gladdening the eyes of his body with the sight of her matchless + perfection, the image of which was ever before the eyes of his soul, allow + himself the only felicity life now held for him—that of protesting + himself her utter slave. This, and much more of the kind, did he pour out, + what time the Queen, embarrassed and annoyed beyond utterance, could only + stare at him in silence. + </p> + <p> + Apart from the matchless impudence of it, it was also of a rashness beyond + pardon. Unless Madame de Lannoi were the most circumspect of women, here + was a fine tale for Court gossips, and for the King's ears, a tale that + must hopelessly compromise the Queen. For that, Buckingham, in his + self-sufficiency and arrogance, appears to have cared nothing. One + suspects that it would have pleased his vanity to have his name linked + with the Queen's by the lips of scandal. + </p> + <p> + She found her tongue at last. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Duc,” she said in her confusion, “it was not necessary, it + was not worth while, to have asked audience of me for this. You have leave + to go.” + </p> + <p> + He looked up in doubt, and saw only confusion; attributed it perhaps to + the presence of that third party to which himself he had been so + indifferent. He kissed the coverlet again, stumbled to his feet, and + reached the door. Thence he sent her a flaming glance of his bold eyes, + and hand on heart— + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, madame!” said he in tragic tones, and so departed. + </p> + <p> + Madame de Lannoi was discreet, and related at the time nothing of what had + passed at that interview. But that the interview itself had taken place + under such conditions was enough to set the tongue of gossip wagging. An + echo of it reached the King, together with the story of that other + business in the garden, and he was glad to know that the Duke of + Buckingham was back in London. Richelieu, to vent his own malice against + the Queen, sought to feed the King's suspicions. + </p> + <p> + “Why did she cry out, sire?” he will have asked. “What did M. de + Buckingham do to make her cry out?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. But whatever it was, she was no party to it since she did + cry out.” + </p> + <p> + Richelieu did not pursue the matter just then. But neither did he abandon + it. He had his agents in London and elsewhere, and he desired of them a + close report upon the Duke of Buckingham's movements, and the fullest + particulars of his private life. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Buckingham had left behind him in France two faithful agents of + his own, with instructions to keep his memory green with the Queen. For he + intended to return upon one pretext or another before very long, and + complete the conquest. Those agents of his were Lord Holland and the + artist Balthazar Gerbier. It is to be presumed that they served the Duke's + interests well, and it is no less to be presumed from that which followed + that they found her Majesty willing enough to hear news of that amazingly + romantic fellow who had flashed across the path of her grey life, touching + it for a moment with his own flaming radiance. In her loneliness she came + to think of him with tenderness and pity, in which pity for herself and + her dull lot was also blent. He was away, overseas; she might never see + him again; therefore there could be little harm in indulging the romantic + tenderness he had inspired. + </p> + <p> + So one day, many months after his departure, she begged Gerbier—as + La Rochefoucauld tells us—to journey to London and bear the Duke a + trifling memento of her—a set of diamond studs. That love-token—for + it amounted to no less—Gerbier conveyed to England, and delivered to + the Duke. + </p> + <p> + Buckingham's head was so completely turned by the event, and his desire to + see Anne of Austria again became thereupon so overmastering, that he at + once communicated to France that he was coming over as the ambassador of + the King of England to treat of certain matters connected with Spain. But + Richelieu had heard from the French ambassador in London that portraits of + the Queen of France were excessively abundant at York House, the Duke's + residence, and he had considered it his duty to inform the King. Louis was + angry, but not with the Queen. To have believed her guilty of any + indiscretion would have hurt his gloomy pride too deeply. All that he + believed was that this was merely an expression of Buckingham's + fanfaronading, thrasonical disposition, a form of vain, empty boasting + peculiar to megalomaniacs. + </p> + <p> + As a consequence, the King of England was informed that the Duke of + Buckingham, for reasons well known to himself, would not be agreeable as + Charles's ambassador to his Most Christian Majesty. Upon learning this, + the vainglorious Buckingham was loud in proclaiming the reason (“well + known to himself”) and in protesting that he would go to France to see the + Queen with the French King's consent or without it. This was duly reported + to Richelieu, and by Richelieu to King Louis. But his Most Christian + Majesty merely sneered, accounted it more empty boasting on the part of + the parvenu, and dismissed it from his mind. + </p> + <p> + Richelieu found this attitude singularly exasperating in a King who was + temperamentally suspicious. It so piqued and annoyed him, that when + considered in addition to his undying rancour against Anne of Austria, it + is easily believed he spared no pains to obtain something in the nature of + a proof that the Queen was not as innocent as Louis insisted upon + believing. + </p> + <p> + Now it happened that one of his London agents informed him, among other + matters connected with the Duke's private life, that he had a bitter and + secret enemy in the Countess of Carlisle, between whom and himself there + had been a passage of some tenderness too abruptly ended by the Duke. + Richelieu, acting upon this information, contrived to enter into + correspondence with Lady Carlisle, and in the course of this + correspondence he managed her so craftily—says La Rochefoucauld—that + very soon she was, whilst hardly realizing it, his Eminence's most + valuable spy near Buckingham. Richelieu informed her that he was mainly + concerned with information that would throw light upon the real relations + of Buckingharn and the Queen of France, and he persuaded her that nothing + was too insignificant to be communicated. Her resentment of the treatment + she had received from Buckingham, a resentment the more bitter for being + stifled—since for her reputation's sake she dared not have given it + expression—made her a very ready instrument in Richelieu's hands, + and there was no scrap of gossip she did not carefully gather up and + dispatch to him. But all was naught until one day at last she was able to + tell him something that set his pulses beating more quickly than their + habit. + </p> + <p> + She had it upon the best authority that a set of diamond studs constantly + worn of late by the Duke was a love-token from the Queen of France sent + over to Buckingham by a messenger of her own. Here, indeed, was news. Here + was a weapon by which the Queen might be destroyed. Richelieu considered. + If he could but obtain possession of the studs, the rest would be easy. + There would be an end—and such an end!—to the King's + obstinate, indolent faith in his wife's indifference to that boastful, + flamboyant English upstart. Richelieu held his peace for the time being, + and wrote to the Countess. + </p> + <p> + Some little time thereafter there was a sumptuous ball given at York + House, graced by the presence of King Charles and his young French Queen. + Lady Carlisle was present, and in the course of the evening Buckingham + danced with her. She was a very beautiful, accomplished and ready-witted + woman, and to-night his Grace found her charms so alluring that he was + almost disposed to blame himself for having perhaps treated her too + lightly. Yet she seemed at pains to show him that it was his to take up + again the affair at the point at which it had been dropped. She was gay, + arch, provoking and irresistible. So irresistible that presently, yielding + to the lure of her, the Duke slipped away from his guests with the lady on + his arm, and they found themselves at the foot of the garden in the shadow + of the water-gate that Inigo Jones had just completed for him. My lady + languished at his side, permitted him to encircle her with a protecting + arm, and for a moment lay heavily against him. He caught her violently to + him, and now her ladyship, hitherto so yielding, with true feminine + contrariness set herself to resist him. A scuffle ensued between them. She + broke from him at last, and sped swift as a doe across the lawn towards + the lights of the great house, his Grace in pursuit between vexation and + amusement. + </p> + <p> + But he did not overtake her, and it was with a sense of having been fooled + that he rejoined his guests. His questing eyes could discern her nowhere. + Presently he made inquiries, to be told that she had desired her carriage + to be called, and had left York House immediately upon coming in from the + garden. + </p> + <p> + He concluded that she was gone off in a pet. It was very odd. It was, in + fact, most flagrantly contradictory that she should have taken offense at + that which she had so obviously invited. But then she always had been a + perverse and provoking jade. With that reflection he put her from his + mind. + </p> + <p> + But anon, when his guests had departed, and the lights in the great house + were extinguished, Buckingham thought of the incident again. Cogitating + it, he sat in his room, his fingers combing his fine, pointed, auburn + beard. At last, with a shrug and a half-laugh, he rose to undress for bed. + And then a cry escaped him, and brought in his valet from an adjoining + room. The riband of diamond studs was gone. + </p> + <p> + Reckless and indifferent as he was, a sense of evil took him in the moment + of his discovery of that loss, so that he stood there pale, staring, and + moist of brow. It was no ordinary theft. There were upon his person a + dozen ornaments of greater value, any one of which could have been more + easily detached. This was the work of some French agent. He had made no + secret of whence those studs had come to him. + </p> + <p> + There his thoughts checked on a sudden. As in a flash of revelation, he + saw the meaning of Lady Carlisle's oddly contradictory behaviour. The jade + had fooled him. It was she who had stolen the riband. He sat down again, + his head in his hands, and swiftly, link by link, he pieced together a + complete chain. + </p> + <p> + Almost as swiftly he decided upon the course of action which he must adopt + so as to protect the Queen of France's honour. He was virtually the ruler + of England, master in these islands of an almost boundless power. That + power he would exert to the full this very night to thwart those enemies + of his own and of the Queen's, who worked so subtly in concert. Many would + be wronged, much harm would be done, the liberties of some thousands of + freeborn Englishmen would be trampled underfoot. What did it matter? It + was necessary that his Grace of Buckingham should cover up an + indiscretion. + </p> + <p> + “Set ink and paper yonder,” he bade his gaping valet. “Then go call M. + Gerbier. Rouse Lacy and Thom, and send them to me at once, and leave word + that I shall require a score of couriers to be in the saddle and ready to + set out in half an hour.” + </p> + <p> + Bewildered, the valet went off upon his errand. The Duke sat down to + write. And next morning English merchants learnt that the ports of England + were closed by the King's express command—delivered by his minister, + the Duke of Buckingham—that measures were being taken—were + already taken in all southern ports—so that no vessel of any kind + should leave the island until the King's further pleasure were made known. + Startled, the people wondered was this enactment the forerunner of war. + Had they known the truth, they might have been more startled still, though + in a different manner. As swiftly as couriers could travel—and + certainly well ahead of any messenger seeking escape overseas—did + this blockade spread, until the gates of England were tight locked against + the outgoing of those diamond studs which meant the honour of the Queen + of France. + </p> + <p> + And meanwhile a diamond-cutter was replacing the purloined stones by + others, matching them so closely that no man should be able to say which + were the originals and which the copies. Buckingham and Gerbier between + them guided the work. Soon it was accomplished, and a vessel slipped down + the Thames, allowed to pass by those who kept close watch to enforce the + royal decree, and made sail for Calais, which was beginning to manifest + surprise at this entire cessation of traffic from England. From that + vessel landed Gerbier, and rode straight to Paris, carrying the Queen of + France the duplicate studs, which were to replace those which she had sent + to Buckingham. + </p> + <p> + Twenty-four hours later the ports of England were unsealed, and commerce + was free and unhampered once more. But it was twenty-four hours too late + for Richelieu and his agent, the Countess of Carlisle. His Eminence + deplored a fine chance lost through the excessive power that was wielded + in England by the parvenu. + </p> + <p> + Yet that is not quite the end of the story. Buckingham's inflamed and + reckless mind would stop at nothing now to achieve the object of his + desires—go to France and see the Queen. Since the country was closed + to him, he would force a way into it, the red way of war. Blood should + flow, ruin and misery desolate the land, but in the end he would go to + Paris to negotiate a peace, and that should be his opportunity. Other + reasons there may have been, but none so dominant, none that could not + have been removed by negotiation. The pretexted <i>casus belli</i> was the matter + of the Protestants of La Rochelle, who were in rebellion against their + king. + </p> + <p> + To their aid sailed Buckingham with an English expedition. Disaster and + defeat awaited it. Its shattered remnant crept back in disgrace to + England, and the Duke found himself more detested by the people than he + had been already—which is saying much. He went off to seek comfort + at the hands of the two persons who really loved him—his doting King + and his splendid wife. + </p> + <p> + But the defeat had neither lessened his resolve nor chastened his + insolence. He prepared a second expedition in the very teeth of a + long-suffering nation's hostility, indifferent to the mutinies and + mutterings about him. What signified to him the will of a nation? He + desired to win to the woman whom he loved, and to accomplish that he + nothing recked that he should set Europe in a blaze, nothing recked what + blood should be poured out, what treasure dissipated. + </p> + <p> + Hatred of him by now was so widespread and vocal, that his friends, + fearing that soon it would pass from words to deeds, urged him to take + precautions, advised the wearing of a shirt of mail for greater safety. + </p> + <p> + But he laughed sneeringly, ever arrogant and scornful. + </p> + <p> + “It needs not. There are no Roman spirits left,” was his contemptuous + answer. + </p> + <p> + He was mistaken. One morning after breakfast, as he was leaving the house + in the High Street, Portsmouth, where he lodged whilst superintending the + final preparations for that unpopular expedition, John Felton, a + self-appointed instrument of national vengeance, drove a knife to the hilt + into the Duke's breast. + </p> + <p> + “May the Lord have mercy on your soul!” was the pious exclamation with + which the slayer struck home. And, in all the circumstances, there seems + to have been occasion for the prayer. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + </h2> + <h3> + The Fall of Lord Clarendon + </h3> + <p> + Tight-wrapped in his cloak against the icy whips of the black winter's + night, a portly gentleman, well advanced in years, picked his way + carefully down the wet, slippery steps of the jetty by the light of a + lanthorn, whose rays gleamed lividly on crushed brown seaweed and trailing + green sea slime. Leaning heavily upon the arm which a sailor held out to + his assistance, he stepped into the waiting boat that rose and fell on the + heaving black waters. A boathook scraped against the stones, and the frail + craft was pushed off. + </p> + <p> + The oars dipped, and the boat slipped away through the darkness, steering + a course for the two great poop lanterns that were swinging rhythmically + high up against the black background of the night. The elderly gentleman, + huddled now in the stern-sheets, looked behind him—to look his last + upon the England he had loved and served and ruled. The lanthorn, shedding + its wheel of yellow light upon the jetty steps, was all of it that he + could now see. + </p> + <p> + He sighed, and settled down again to face the poop lights, dancing there + above the invisible hull of the ship that was to carry Edward Hyde, Earl + of Clarendon, lately Lord Chancellor of England, into exile. As a dying + man looks down the foreshortened vista of his active life, so may Edward + Hyde—whose career had reached a finality but one degree removed from + the finality of death—have reviewed in that moment those thirty + years of sincere endeavour and high achievement since he had been a law + student in the Temple when Charles I. was King. + </p> + <p> + That King he had served faithfully, so faithfully that when the desperate + fortunes of the Royalist party made it necessary to place the Prince of + Wales beyond the reach of Cromwell, it was in Sir Edward Hyde's care that + the boy was sent upon his travels. The present was not to be Hyde's first + experience of exile. He had known it, and of a bitter sort, in those + impecunious days when the Second Charles, whose steps he guided, was a + needy, homeless outcast. A man less staunch and loyal might have thrown + over so profitless a service. He had talents that would have commanded a + price in the Roundhead market. Yet staunchly adhering to the Stuart + fortunes, labouring ceaselessly and shrewdly in the Stuart interest, + employing his great ability and statecraft, he achieved at long length the + restoration of the Stuarts to the Throne of England. And for all those + loyal, self-denying labours in exile on the Stuart behalf, all the reward + he had at the time was that James Stuart, Duke of York, debauched his + daughter. + </p> + <p> + Nor did Hyde's labours cease when he had made possible the Restoration; it + was Hyde who, when that Restoration was accomplished, took in hand and + carried out the difficult task of welding together the old and the new + conditions of political affairs. And it was Hyde who was the scapegoat + when things did not run the course that Englishmen desired. As the head of + the administration he was held responsible even for those acts which he + had strongly but vainly reprobated in Council. It was Hyde who was blamed + when Charles sold Dunkirk to the French, and spent the money in harlotry; + it was Hyde who was blamed because the Queen was childless. + </p> + <p> + The reason for this last lay in the fact that the wrong done to Hyde's + daughter Anne had now been righted by marriage with the Duke of York. Now + the Duke of York was the heir-apparent, and the people, ever ready to + attach most credit to that which is most incredible and fantastic, + believed that to ensure the succession of his own grandchildren Hyde had + deliberately provided Charles with a barren wife. + </p> + <p> + When the Dutch, sailing up the Thames, had burnt the ships of war at + Chatham, and Londoners heard the thunder of enemy guns, Hyde was openly + denounced as a traitor by a people stricken with terror and seeking a + victim in the blind, unreasoning way of public feeling. They broke his + windows, ravaged his garden, and erected a gibbet before the gates of his + superb mansion on the north side of Piccadilly. + </p> + <p> + Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, and Lord Chancellor of England, commanded + the love of his intimates, but did not possess those qualities of cheap + glitter that make for popularity with the masses. Nor did he court + popularity elsewhere. Because he was austere in his morals, grave and + sober in his conduct, he was hated by those who made up the debauched + court of his prince. Because he was deeply religious in his principles, + the Puritans mistrusted him for a bigot. Because he was autocratic in his + policy he was detested by the Commons, the day of autocracy being done. + </p> + <p> + Yet might he have weathered the general hostility had Charles been half as + loyal to him as he had ever been loyal to Charles. For a time, it is true, + the King stood his friend, and might so have continued to the end had not + the women become mixed up in the business. As Evelyn, the diarist, puts + it, this great man's fall was the work of “the buffoones and ladys of + pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + It really is a very tangled story—this inner history of the fall of + Clarendon, with which the school-books are not concerned. In a sense, it + is also the story of the King's marriage and of Catherine of Braganza, his + unfortunate little ugly Queen, who must have suffered as much as any woman + wedded to a sultan in any country where the seraglio is not a natural and + proper institution. + </p> + <p> + If Clarendon could not be said to have brought about the marriage, at + least he had given it his suffrages when proposed by Portugal, which was + anxious to establish an alliance with England as some protection against + the predatory designs of Spain. He had been influenced by the dowry + offered—five hundred thousand pounds in money, Tangier, which would + give England a commanding position on the Mediterranean, and the Island of + Bombay. Without yet foreseeing that the possession of Bombay, and the + freedom to trade in the East Indies—which Portugal had hitherto kept + jealously to herself—were to enable England to build up her great + Indian Empire, yet the commercial advantages alone were obvious enough to + make the match desirable. + </p> + <p> + Catherine of Braganza sailed for England, and on the lath of May, 1662, + Charles, attended by a splendid following, went to meet his bride at + Portsmouth. He was himself a very personable man, tall—he stood a + full six feet high—lean and elegantly vigorous. The ugliness of his + drawn, harsh-featured face was mitigated by the glory of full, low-lidded, + dark eyes, and his smile could be irresistibly captivating. He was as + graceful in manner as in person, felicitous of speech, and of an indolent + good temper that found expression in a charming urbanity. + </p> + <p> + Good temper and urbanity alike suffered rudely when he beheld the wife + they brought him. Catherine, who was in her twenty-fifth year, was of an + absurdly low stature, so long in the body and short in the legs that, + dressed as she was in an outlandish, full-skirted farthingale, she had the + appearance of being on her knees when she stood before him. Her complexion + was sallow, and though her eyes, like his own, were fine, they were not + fine enough to redeem the dull plainness of her face. Her black hair was + grotesquely dressed, with a long fore-top and two great ribbon bows + standing out, one on each side of her head, like a pair of miniature + wings. + </p> + <p> + It is little wonder that the Merry Monarch, the fastidious voluptuary, + with his nice discernment in women, should have checked in his long + stride, and halted a moment in consternation. + </p> + <p> + “Lord!” was his wry comment to Etheredge, who was beside him. “They've + brought me a bat, not a woman.” + </p> + <p> + But if she lacked beauty, she was well dowered, and Charles was in + desperate need of money. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose,” he told Clarendon anon, “I must swallow this black draught to + get the jam that goes with it.” + </p> + <p> + The Chancellor's grave eyes considered him almost sternly what time he + coldly recited the advantages of this marriage. If he did not presume to + rebuke the ribaldry of his master, neither would he condescend to smile at + it. He was too honest ever to be a sycophant. + </p> + <p> + Catherine was immediately attended—in the words of Grammont—by + six frights who called themselves maids-of-honour, and a governess who was + a monster. With this retinue she repaired to Hampton Court, where the + honeymoon was spent, and where for a brief season the poor woman—entirely + enamoured of the graceful, long-legged rake she had married—lived in + a fool's paradise. + </p> + <p> + Disillusion was to follow soon enough. She might be, by he grace of her + dowry, Queen of England, but she was soon to discover that to King Charles + she was no more than a wife <i>de jure</i>. With wives <i>de facto</i> Charles would + people his seraglio as fancy moved him; and the present wife <i>de facto</i>, the + mistress of his heart, the first lady of his harem, was that beautiful + termagant, Barbara Villiers, wife of the accommodating Roger Palmer, Earl + of Castle-maine. + </p> + <p> + There was no lack—there never is in such cases—of those who + out of concern and love for the happily deluded wife lifted the veil for + her, and made her aware of the facts of his Majesty's association with my + Lady Castle-maine—an association dating back to the time when he was + still a homeless wanderer. The knowledge would appear to have troubled the + poor soul profoundly; but the climax of her distress was reached when, on + her coming to Whitehall, she found at the head of the list of + ladies-in-waiting assigned to her the name of my Lady Castlemaine. The + forlorn little woman's pride rose up before this outrage. She struck out + that offending name, and gave orders that the favourite was not to be + admitted to her presence. + </p> + <p> + But she reckoned without Charles. For all his urbane, good-tempered, + debonair ways, there was an ugly cynical streak in his nature, manifested + now in the manner in which he dealt with this situation. Himself he led + his boldly handsome favourite by the hand into his wife's presence, before + the whole Court assembled, and himself presented her to Catherine, what + time that Court, dissolute and profligate as it was, looked on in + amazement at so outrageous a slight to the dignity of a queen. + </p> + <p> + What followed may well have exceeded all expectations. Catherine stiffened + as if the blow dealt her had been physical. Gradually her face paled until + it was grey and drawn; tears of outraged pride and mortification flooded + her eyes. And then, as if something snapped within her brain under this + stress of bitter emotion, blood gushed from her nostrils, and she sank + back in a swoon into the arms of her Portuguese ladies. + </p> + <p> + Confusion followed, and under cover of it Charles and his light of love + withdrew, realizing that if he lingered not all his easy skill in handling + delicate situations could avail him to save his royal dignity. + </p> + <p> + Naturally the experiment was not to be repeated. But since it was his wish + that the Countess of Castlemaine should be established as one of the + Queen's ladies—or, rather, since it was her ladyship's wish, and + since Charles was as wax in her ladyship's hands—it became necessary + to have the Queen instructed in what was, in her husband's view, fitting. + For this task he selected Clarendon. But the Chancellor, who had so long + and loyally played Mentor to Charles's Telemachus, sought now to guide him + in matters moral as he had hitherto guided him in matters political. + </p> + <p> + Clarendon declined the office of mediator, and even expostulated with + Charles upon the unseemliness of the course upon which his Majesty was + bent. + </p> + <p> + “Surely, sire, it is for her Majesty to say who shall and who shall not be + the ladies of her bedchamber. And I nothing marvel at her decision in this + instance.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet I tell you, my lord, that it is a decision that shall be revoked.” + </p> + <p> + “By whom, sire?” the Chancellor asked him gravely. + </p> + <p> + “By her Majesty, of course.” + </p> + <p> + “Under coercion, of which you ask me to be the instrument,” said + Clarendon, in the tutorly manner he had used with the King from the + latter's boyhood. “Yourself, sire, at a time when your own wishes did not + warp your judgment, have condemned the very thing that now you are urging. + Yourself, sire, hotly blamed your cousin, King Louis, for thrusting + Mademoiselle de Valliere upon his queen. You will not have forgotten the + things you said then of King Louis.” + </p> + <p> + Charles remembered those unflattering criticisms which he was now invited + to apply to his own case. He bit his lip, admitting himself in check. + </p> + <p> + But anon—no doubt in obedience to the overbearing suasion of my Lady + Castlemaine—he returned to the attack, and sent the Chancellor his + orders in a letter demanding unquestioning obedience. + </p> + <p> + “Use your best endeavours,” wrote Charles, “to facilitate what I am sure + my honour is so much concerned in. And whosoever I find to be my Lady + Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do promise upon my word to be his + enemy so long as I live.” + </p> + <p> + My Lord Clarendon had few illusions on the score of mankind. He knew his + world from froth to dregs—having studied it under a variety of + conditions. Yet that letter from his King was a bitter draught. All that + Charles possessed and was he owed to Clarendon. Yet in such a contest as + this, Charles did not hesitate to pen that bitter, threatening line: + “Whosoever I find to be my Lady Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do + promise upon my word to be his enemy so long as I live.” + </p> + <p> + All that Clarendon had done in the past was to count for nothing unless he + also did the unworthy thing that Charles now demanded. All that he had + accomplished in the service of his King was to be swept into oblivion by + the breath of a spiteful wanton. + </p> + <p> + Clarendon swallowed the draught and sought the Queen, upon that odious + embassy with whose ends he was so entirely out of sympathy. He used + arguments whose hollowness was not more obvious to the Queen than to + himself. + </p> + <p> + That industrious and entertaining chronicler of trifles, Mr. Pepys, tells + us, scandalized, in his diary that on the following day the talk of the + Court was all upon a midnight scene between the royal couple in the + privacy of their own apartments, so stormy that the sounds of it were + plainly to be heard in the neighbouring chambers. + </p> + <p> + You conceive the poor little woman, smarting under the insult of Charles's + proposal by the mouth of Clarendon, assailing her royal husband, and + fiercely upbraiding him with his lack not merely of affection but even of + the respect that was her absolute due. And Charles, his purpose set, urged + to it by the handsome termagant whom he dared not refuse, stirred out of + his indolent good-nature, turning upon her, storming back, and finally + threatening her with the greater disgrace of seeing herself pack ed home + to Portugal, unless she would submit to the lesser disgrace he thrust upon + her here. + </p> + <p> + Whether by these or by other arguments he made his will prevail, prevail + it did. Catherine of Braganza swallowed her pride and submitted. And a + very complete submission it was. Lady Castlemaine was not only installed + as a Lady of the Bedchamber, but very soon we find the Queen treating her + with a friendliness that provoked comment and amazement. + </p> + <p> + The favourite's triumph was complete, and marked by an increasing + insolence, most marked in her demeanour towards the Chancellor, of whose + views on the subject, as expressed to the King, she was aware. + Consequently she hated him with all the spiteful bitterness that is + inseparable from the nature of such women. And she hated him the more + because, wrapped in his cold contempt, he moved in utter unconcern of her + hostility. In this hatred she certainly did not lack for allies, members + of that licentious court whose hostility towards the austere Chancellor + was begotten of his own scorn of them. Among them they worked to pull him + down. + </p> + <p> + The attempt to undermine his influence with the King proving vain—for + Charles was as well aware of its inspiration as of the Chancellor's value + to him—that crew of rakes went laboriously and insidiously to work + upon the public mind, which is to say the public ignorance—most + fruitful soil for scandal against the great. Who shall say how far my lady + and the Court were responsible for the lampoon affixed one day to my Lord + Clarendon's gatepost: + </p> + +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Three sights to be seen: + Dunkirk, Tangier, and a barren queen. +</pre> + + <p> + Her ladyship might well have considered the unpopularity of the Chancellor + as the crown of her triumph, had this triumph been as stable as she could + have wished. But, Charles being what he was, it follows that her ladyship + had frequent, if transient, anxious jealousies to mar the perfection of + her existence, to remind her how insecure is the tenure of positions such + as hers, ever at the mercy of the very caprice to existence. + </p> + <p> + And then, at long length, there came a day of horrid dread for her, a day + when she found herself bereft of her influence with her royal lover, when + pleadings and railings failed alike to sway him. In part she owed it to an + indiscretion of her own, but in far greater measure to a child of sixteen, + of a golden-headed, fresh, youthful loveliness, and a nature that still + found pleasure in dolls and kindred childish things, yet of a quick and + lively wit, and a clear, intelligent mind, untroubled either by the + assiduity of the royal attentions or the fact that she was become the + toast of the day. + </p> + <p> + This was Miss Frances Stewart, the daughter of Lord Blantyre, newly come + to Court as a Lady-in-Waiting to her Majesty. How profound an impression + her beauty made upon the admittedly impressionable old Pepys you may study + in his diary. He had a glimpse of her one day riding in the Park with the + King, and a troop of ladies, among whom my Lady Castlemaine, looking, as + he tells us, “mighty out of humour.” There was a moment when Miss Stewart + came very near to becoming Queen of England, and although she never + reached that eminence, yet her effigy not only found its way into the + coinage, but abides there to this day (more perdurable than that of any + actual queen) in the figure of Britannia, for which she was the model. + </p> + <p> + Charles wooed her openly. It was never his way to study appearances in + these matters. He was so assiduous that it became customary in that winter + of 1666 for those seeking the King at Whitehall to inquire whether he were + above or below—“below” meaning Miss Stewart's apartments on the + ground-floor of the palace, in which apartments his Majesty was a constant + visitor. And since where the King goes the Court follows, and where the + King smiles there the Court fawns, it resulted that this child now found + herself queening it over a court that flocked to her apartments. Gallants + and ladies came there to flirt and to gossip, to gamble and to pay homage. + </p> + <p> + About a great table in her splendid salon, a company of rustling, + iridescent fops in satin and heavy periwigs, and of ladies with curled + head-dresses and bare shoulders, played at basset one night in January. + Conversation rippled, breaking here and there into laughter, white, + jewelled hands reached out for cards, or for a share of the heaps of gold + that swept this way and that with the varying fortunes of the game. + </p> + <p> + My Lady Castlemaine, seated between Etheredge and Rochester, played in + silence, with lips tight-set and brooding eyes. She had lost, it is true, + some ÂŁ1500 that night; yet, a prodigal gamester, and one who came easily + by money, she had been known to lose ten times that sum and yet preserve + her smile. The source of her ill-humour was not the game. She played + recklessly, her attention wandering; those handsome, brooding eyes of hers + were intent upon watching what went on at the other end of the long room. + There, at a smaller table, sat Miss Stewart, half a dozen gallants + hovering near her, engaged upon a game of cards of a vastly different + sort. Miss Stewart did not gamble. The only purpose she could find for + cards was to build castles; and here she was building one with the + assistance of her gallants, and under the superintendence of his Grace of + Buckingham, who was as skilled in this as in other equally unstable forms + of architecture. + </p> + <p> + Apart, over by the fire, in a great chair of gilt leather, lounged the + King, languidly observing this smaller party, a faint, indolent smile on + his swarthy, saturnine countenance. Absently, with one hand he stroked a + little spaniel that was curled in his lap. A black boy in a gorgeous, + plumed turban and a long, crimson surcoat arabesqued in gold—there + were three or four such attendants about the room—proffered him a + cup of posset on a golden salver. + </p> + <p> + The King rose, thrust aside the little blackamoor, and with his spaniel + under his arm, sauntered across to Miss Stewart's table. Soon he found + himself alone with her—the others having removed themselves on his + approach, as jackals fall back before the coming of the lion. The last to + go, and with signs of obvious reluctance, was his Grace of Richmond, a + delicately-built, uncomely, but very glittering gentleman. + </p> + <p> + Charles faced her across the table, the tall house of cards standing + between them. + </p> + <p> + Miss invited his Majesty's admiration for my Lord of Buckingham's + architecture. Pouf! His Majesty blew, and the edifice rustled down to a + mere heap of cards again. + </p> + <p> + “Symbol of kingly power,” said Miss, pertly. “You demolish better than you + build, sire.” + </p> + <p> + “Oddsfish! If you challenge me, it were easy to prove you wrong,” quoth + he. + </p> + <p> + “Pray do. The cards are here.” + </p> + <p> + “Cards! Pooh! Card castles are well enough for Buckingham. But such is not + the castle I'll build you if you command me.” + </p> + <p> + “I command the King's Majesty? Mon Dieu! But it would be treason surely.” + </p> + <p> + “Not greater treason than to have enslaved me.” His fine eyes were oddly + ardent. “Shall I build you this castle, child?” + </p> + <p> + Miss looked at him, and looked away. Her eyelids fluttered distractingly. + She fetched a sigh. + </p> + <p> + “The castle that your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must + prove a prison.” + </p> + <p> + She rose, and, looking across the room, she met the handsome, scowling + eyes of the neglected favourite. “My Lady Castlemaine looks as if she + feared that fortune were not favouring her.” She was so artless that + Charles could not be sure there was a double meaning to her speech. “Shall + we go see how she is faring?” she added, with a disregard for etiquette, + whose artlessness he also doubted. + </p> + <p> + He yielded, of course. That was his way with beauty, especially with + beauty not yet reduced into possession. But the characteristic urbanity + with which he sauntered beside her across the room was no more than a mask + upon his chagrin. It was always thus that pretty Frances Stewart used him. + She always knew how to elude him and, always with that cursed air of + artlessness, uttered seemingly simple sentences that clung to his mind to + tantalize him. + </p> + <p> + “The castle your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must prove a + prison.” What had she meant by that? Must he take her to queen before she + would allow him to build a castle for her? + </p> + <p> + It was an insistent, haunting thought, wracking his mind. He knew there + was a party hostile to the Duke of York and Clarendon, which, fearing the + succession of the former, and, so, of the grandchildren of the latter, as + a result of Catherine of Braganza's childlessness, strongly favoured the + King's divorce. + </p> + <p> + It was a singular irony that my Lady Castlemaine should be largely + responsible for the existence of that party. In her hatred for Clarendon, + and her blind search for weapons that would slay the Chancellor, she had, + if not actually invented, at least helped to give currency to the silly + slander that Clarendon had deliberately chosen for Charles a barren queen, + so as to ensure the ultimate succession of his own daughter's children. + But she had never thought to see that slander recoil upon her as it now + did; she had never thought that a party would come to rise up in + consequence that would urge divorce upon the King at the very moment when + he was consumed by passion for the unattainable, artlessly artful Frances + Stewart. + </p> + <p> + It was Buckingham, greatly daring, who slyly made himself that party's + mouthpiece. The suggestion startled Charles, voicing, as perhaps it did, + the temptation by which he was secretly assailed. He looked at Buckingham, + frowning. + </p> + <p> + “I verily believe you are the wickedest dog in England.” + </p> + <p> + The impudent gallant made a leg. “For a subject, sire, I believe I am.” + </p> + <p> + Charles—with whom the amusing word seems ever to have been more + compelling than the serious—laughed his soft, mellow laugh. Then he + sighed, and the frown of thought returned. + </p> + <p> + “It would be a wicked thing to make a poor lady miserable only because she + is my wife, and has no children by me, which is no fault of hers.” + </p> + <p> + He was a thoroughly bad husband, but his indolent good-nature shrank from + purchasing his desires at the price of so much ignominy to the Queen. + Before that could come to pass it would be necessary to give the screw of + temptation another turn or two. And it was Miss Stewart herself who—in + all innocence—supplied what was required in that direction. Driven + to bay by the importunities of Charles, she announced at last that it was + her intention to retire from Court, so as to preserve herself from the + temptations by which she was beset, and to determine the uneasiness which, + through no fault of her own, her presence was occasioning the Queen; and + she announced further, that, so desperate had she been rendered that she + would marry any gentleman of fifteen hundred pounds a year who would have + her in honour. + </p> + <p> + You behold Charles reduced to a state of panic. He sought to bribe her + with offers of any settlements she chose to name, or any title she + coveted, offering her these things at the nation's expense as freely and + lightly as the jewels he had tossed into her lap, or the collar of pearls + worth sixteen hundred pounds he had put about her neck. The offers were + ineffectual, and Charles, driven almost to distraction by such + invulnerable virtue, might now have yielded to the insidious whispers of + divorce and re-marriage had not my Lady Castlemaine taken a hand in the + game. + </p> + <p> + Her ladyship, dwelling already, as a consequence of that royal infatuation + for Miss Stewart, in the cold, rarefied atmosphere of a neglect that + amounted almost to disgrace, may have considered with bitterness how her + attempt to exploit her hatred of the Chancellor had recoiled upon herself. + </p> + <p> + In the blackest hour of her despair, when hope seemed almost dead, she + made a discovery—or, rather, the King's page, the ineffable + Chiffinch, Lord Keeper of the Back Stairs and Grand-Eunuch of the Royal + Seraglio, who was her ladyship's friend, made it and communicated it to + her There had been one ardent respondent in the Duke of Richmond to that + proclamation of Miss Stewart's that she would marry any gentleman of + fifteen hundred pounds a year. Long enamoured of her, his Grace saw here + his opportunity, and he seized it. Consequently he was now in constant + attendance upon her, but very secretly, since he feared the King's + displeasure. + </p> + <p> + My Lady Castlemaine, having discovered this, and being well served in the + matter by Chiffinch, spied her opportunity. It came one cold night towards + the end of February of that year 1667. Charles, going below at a late hour + to visit Miss Stewart, when he judged that she would be alone, was + informed by her maid that Miss was not receiving, a headache compelling + her to keep her room. + </p> + <p> + His Majesty returned above in a very ill-humour, to find himself + confronted in his own apartments by my Lady Castlemaine. Chiffinch had + introduced her by the back-stairs entrance. Charles stiffened at sight of + her. + </p> + <p> + “I hope I may be allowed to pay my homage,” says she, on a note of irony, + “although the angelic Stewart has forbid you to see me at my own house. I + come to condole with you upon the affliction and grief into which the + new-fashioned chastity of the inhuman Stewart has reduced your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “You are pleased to be amused, ma'am,” says Charles frostily. + </p> + <p> + “I will not,” she returned him, “make use of reproaches which would + disgrace myself; still less will I endeavour to excuse frailties in myself + which nothing can justify, since your constancy for me deprives me of all + defence.” Her ladyship, you see, had a considerable gift of sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + “In that case, may I ask you why you have come?” + </p> + <p> + “To open your eyes. Because I cannot bear that you should be made the jest + of your own Court.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! You didn't know, of course, that you are being laughed at for the + gross manner in which you are being imposed upon by the Stewart's + affectations, any more than you know that whilst you are denied admittance + to her apartments, under the presence of some indisposition, the Duke of + Richmond is with her now.” + </p> + <p> + “That is false,” he was beginning, very indignantly. + </p> + <p> + “I do not desire you to take my word for it. If you will follow me, you + will no longer be the dupe of a false prude, who makes you act so + ridiculous a part.” + </p> + <p> + She took him, still half-resisting, by the hand, and in silence led him, + despite his reluctance, back by the way he had so lately come. Outside her + rival's door she left him, but she paused at the end of the gallery to + make sure that he had entered. + </p> + <p> + Within he found himself confronted by several of Miss Stewart's + chambermaids, who respectfully barred his way, one of them informing him + scarcely above a whisper that her mistress had been very ill since his + Majesty left, but that, being gone to bed, she was, God be thanked, in a + very fine sleep. + </p> + <p> + “That I must see,” said the King. And, since one of the women placed + herself before the door of the inner room, his Majesty unceremoniously + took her by the shoulders and put her aside. + </p> + <p> + He thrust open the door, and stepped without further ceremony into the + well-lighted bedroom. Miss Stewart occupied the handsome, canopied bed. + But far from being as he had been told, in “a very fine sleep,” she was + sitting up; and far from presenting an ailing appearance, she looked + radiantly well and very lovely in her diaphanous sleeping toilet, with + golden ringlets in distracting disarray Nor was she alone. By her pillow + sat one who, if at first to be presumed her physician, proved upon + scrutiny to be the Duke of Richmond. + </p> + <p> + The King's swarthy face turned a variety of colours, his languid eyes lost + all trace of languor. Those who knew his nature might have expected that + he would now deliver himself with that sneering sarcasm, that indolent + cynicism, which he used upon occasion. But he was too deeply stirred for + acting. His self-control deserted him entirely. Exactly what he said has + not been preserved for us. All that we are told is that he signified his + resentment in such terms as he had never before used; and that his Grace, + almost petrified by the King's most royal rage, uttered never a word in + answer. The windows of the room overlooked the Thames. The King's eyes + strayed towards them. Richmond was slight of build, Charles vigorous and + athletic. His Grace took the door betimes lest the window should occur to + his Majesty, and so he left the lady alone with the outraged monarch. + </p> + <p> + Thereafter Charles did not have it all quite his own way. Miss Stewart + faced him in an indignation nothing less than his own, and she was very + far from attempting any such justification of herself, or her conduct, as + he may have expected. + </p> + <p> + “Will your Majesty be more precise as to the grounds of your complaint?” + she invited him challengingly. + </p> + <p> + That checked his wildness. It brought him up with a round turn. His jaw + fell, and he stared at her, lost now for words. Of this she took the + fullest advantage. + </p> + <p> + “If I am not allowed to receive visits from a man of the Duke of + Richmond's rank, who comes with honourable intentions, then I am a slave + in a free country. I know of no engagement that should prevent me from + disposing of my hand as I think fit. But if this is not permitted me in + your Majesty's dominions, I do not believe there is any power on earth can + prevent me going back to France, and throwing myself into a convent, there + to enjoy the peace denied me at this Court.” + </p> + <p> + With that she melted into tears, and his discomfiture was complete. On his + knees he begged her forgiveness for the injury he had done her. But Miss + was not in a forgiving humour. + </p> + <p> + “If your Majesty would graciously consent to leave me now in peace,” said + she, “you would avoid offending by a longer visit those who accompanied or + conducted you to my apartments.” + </p> + <p> + She had drawn a bow at a venture but shrewdly, and the shaft went home. + Charles rose, red in the face. Swearing he would never speak to her again, + he stalked out. + </p> + <p> + Later, however, he considered. If he felt bitterly aggrieved, he must also + have realized that he had no just grounds for this, and that in his + conduct in Miss Stewart's room he had been entirely ridiculous. She was + rightly resolved against being lightly worn by any man. If anything, the + reflection must have fanned his passion. It was impossible, he thought, + that she should love that knock-kneed fellow, Richmond, who had no graces + either of body or of mind, and if she suffered the man's suit, it must be, + as she had all but said, so that she might be delivered from the + persecution to which his Majesty had submitted her. The thought of her + marrying Richmond, or, indeed, anybody, was unbearable to Charles, and it + may have stifled his last scruple in the matter of the divorce. + </p> + <p> + His first measure next morning was to banish Richmond from the Court. But + Richmond had not stayed for the order to quit. The King's messenger found + him gone already. + </p> + <p> + Then Charles took counsel in the matter with the Chancellor. Clarendon's + habitual gravity was increased to sternness. He spoke to the King—taking + the fullest advantage of the tutelary position in which for the last + twenty-five years he had stood to him—much as he had spoken when + Charles had proposed to make Barbara Palmer a Lady of the Queen's + Bedchamber, saving that he was now even more uncompromising. The King was + not pleased with him. But just as he had had his way, despite the + Chancellor, in that other matter, so he would have his way despite him + now. This time, however, the Chancellor took no risks. He feared too much + the consequences for Charles, and he determined to spare no effort to + avoid a scandal, and to save the already deeply-injured Queen. So he went + secretly to work to outwit the King. He made himself the protector of + those lovers, the Duke of Richmond and Miss Stewart, with the result that + one dark night, a week or two later, the lady stole away from the Palace + of Whitehall, and made her way to the Bear Tavern, at the Bridge-foot, + Westminster, where Richmond awaited her with a coach. And so, by the + secret favour of the Lord Chancellor, they stole away to Kent and + matrimony. + </p> + <p> + That was checkmate indeed to Charles who swore all manner of things in his + mortification. But it was not until some six weeks later that he learnt by + whose agency the thing had been accomplished. He learnt it, not a doubt, + from my Lady Castlemaine. + </p> + <p> + The estrangement between her ladyship and the King, which dated back to + the time of his desperate courtship of Miss Stewart, was at last made up; + and once again we see her ladyship triumphant, and firmly established in + the amorous King's affections. She had cause to be grateful to the + Chancellor for this. But her vindictive nature remembered only the earlier + injury still unavenged. Here at last was her chance to pay off that score. + Clarendon, beset by enemies on every hand, yet trusting in the King whom + he had served so well, stood his ground unintimidated and unmoved—an + oak that had weathered mightier storms than this. He did not dream that he + was in the power of an evil woman. And that woman used her power. When all + else failed, she told the King of Clarendon's part in the flight of Miss + Stewart, and lest the King should be disposed to pardon the Chancellor out + of consideration for his motives, represented him as a self-seeker, and + charged him with having acted thus so as to make sure of keeping his + daughter's children by the Duke of York in the succession. + </p> + <p> + That was the end. Charles withdrew his protection, threw Clarendon to the + wolves. He sent the Duke of Albemarle to him with a command that he should + surrender his seals of office. The proud old man refused to yield his + seals to any but the King himself. He may have hoped that the memory of + all that lay between them would rise up once more when they were face to + face. So he came in person to Whitehall to make surrender. He walked + deliberately, firmly, and with head erect, through the hostile throng of + courtiers—“especially the buffoones and ladys of pleasure,” as + Evelyn says. + </p> + <p> + Of his departure thence, his disgrace now consummated, Pepys has left us a + vivid picture: + </p> + <p> + “When he went from the King on Monday morning my Lady Castlemaine was in + bed (though about twelve o'clock), and ran out in her smock into her + aviary looking into Whitehall Gardens; and thither her woman brought her + her nightgown; and she stood, blessing herself at the old man's going + away; and several of the gallants of Whitehall—of which there were + many staying to see the Chancellor's return—did talk to her in her + birdcage; among others Blandford, telling her she was the bird of + passage.” + </p> + <p> + Clarendon lingered, melancholy and disillusioned, at his fine house in + Piccadilly until, impeached by Parliament, he remembered Strafford's fate, + and set out to tread once more and for the remainder of his days the path + of exile. + </p> + <p> + Time avenged him. Two of his granddaughters—Mary and Anne—reigned + successively as queens in England. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + </h2> + <h3> + Count Philip KĂśnigsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + </h3> + <p> + He was accounted something of a scamp throughout Europe, and particularly + in England, where he had been associated with his brother in the killing + of Mr. Thynne. But the seventeenth century did not look for excessively + nice scruples in a soldier of fortune; and so it condoned the lack of + virtue in Count Philip Christof KĂśnigsmark for the sake of his personal + beauty, his elegance, his ready wit, and his magnificent address. The + court of Hanover made him warmly welcome, counting itself the richer for + his presence; whilst he, on his side, was retained there by the Colonelcy + in the Electoral Guard to which he had been appointed, and by his deep and + ill-starred affection for the Princess Sophia Dorothea, the wife of the + Electoral Prince, who later was to reign in England as King George I. + </p> + <p> + His acquaintance with her dated back to childhood, for they had been + playmates at her father's ducal court of Zell, where KĂśnigsmark had been + brought up. With adolescence he had gone out into the world to seek the + broader education which it offered to men of quality and spirit. He had + fought bulls in Madrid, and the infidel overseas; he had wooed adventure + wherever it was to be met, until romance hung about him like an aura. Thus + Sophia met him again, a dazzling personality, whose effulgence shone the + more brightly against the dull background of that gross Hanoverian court; + an accomplished, graceful, self-reliant man of the world, in whom she + scarcely recognized her sometime playmate. + </p> + <p> + The change he found in her was no less marked, though of a different kind. + The sweet child he had known—she had been married in 1682, at the + age of sixteen—had come in her ten years of wedded life to the + fulfilment of the handsome promise of her maidenhood. But her beauty was + spiritualized by a certain wistfulness that had not been there before, + that should not have been there now had all been well. The sprightliness + inherent in her had not abated, but it had assumed a certain warp of + bitterness; humour, which is of the heart, had given place in her to wit, + which is of the mind, and this wit was barbed, and a little reckless of + how or where it offended. + </p> + <p> + KĂśnigsmark observed these changes that the years had wrought, and knew + enough of her story to account for them. He knew of her thwarted love for + her cousin, the Duke of Wolfenbuttel, thwarted for the sake of dynastic + ambition, to the end that by marrying her to the Electoral Prince George + the whole of the Duchy of Luneberg might be united. Thus, for political + reasons, she had been thrust into a union that was mutually loveless; for + Prince George had as little affection to bring to it as herself. Yet for a + prince the door to compensations is ever open. Prince George's taste, as + is notorious, was ever for ugly women, and this taste he indulged so + freely, openly, and grossly that the coldness towards him with which + Sophia had entered the alliance was eventually converted into disgust and + contempt. + </p> + <p> + Thus matters stood between that ill-matched couple; contempt on her side, + cold dislike on his, a dislike that was fully shared by his father, the + Elector, Ernest Augustus, and encouraged in the latter by the Countess von + Platen. + </p> + <p> + Madame von Platen, the wife of the Elector's chief minister of state, was—with + the connivance of her despicable husband, who saw therein the means to his + own advancement—the acknowledged mistress of Ernest Augustus. She + was a fleshly, gauche, vain, and ill-favoured woman. Malevolence sat in + the creases of her painted face, and peered from her mean eyes. Yet, such + as she was, the Elector Ernest loved her. His son's taste for ugly women + would appear to have been hereditary. + </p> + <p> + Between the Countess and Sophia there was a deadly feud. The princess had + mortally offended her father-in-law's favourite. Not only had she never + troubled to dissemble the loathing which that detestable woman inspired in + her, but she had actually given it such free and stinging expression as + had provoked against Madame von Platen the derision of the court, a + derision so ill-concealed that echoes of it had reached its object, and + made her aware of the source from whence it sprang. + </p> + <p> + It was into this atmosphere of hostility that the advent of the elegant, + romantic KĂśnigsmark took place. He found the stage set for comedy of a + grim and bitter kind, which he was himself, by his recklessness, to + convert into tragedy. + </p> + <p> + It began by the Countess von Platen's falling in love with him. It was + some time before he suspected it, though heaven knows he did not lack for + self-esteem. Perhaps it was this very self-esteem that blinded him here to + the appalling truth. Yet in the end understanding came to him. When the + precise significance of the fond leer of that painted harridan's repellent + coquetry was borne in upon him he felt the skin of his body creep and + roughen But he dissembled craftily. He was a venal scamp, after all, and + in the court of Hanover he saw opportunities to employ his gifts and his + knowledge of the great world in such a way as to win to eminence. He saw + that the Elector's favourite could be of use to him; and it is not your + adventurer's way to look too closely into the nature of the ladder by + which he has the chance to climb. + </p> + <p> + Skilfully, craftily, then, he played the enamoured countess so long as her + fondness for him might be useful, her hostility detrimental. But once the + Colonelcy of the Electoral Guards was firmly in his grasp, and an intimate + friendship had ripened between himself and Prince Charles—the + Elector's younger son—sufficiently to ensure his future, he plucked + off the mask and allied himself with Sophia in her hostility towards + Madame von Platen. He did worse. Some little time thereafter, whilst on a + visit to the court of Poland, he made one night in his cups a droll story + of the amorous persecution which he had suffered at Madame von Platen's + hands. + </p> + <p> + It was a tale that set the profligate company in a roar. But there was one + present who afterwards sent a report of it to the Countess, and you + conceive the nature of the emotions it aroused in her. Her rage was the + greater for being stifled. It was obviously impossible for her to appeal + to her lover, the Elector, to avenge her. From the Elector, above all + others, must the matter be kept concealed. But not on that account would + she forgo the vengeance due. She would present a reckoning in full ere all + was done, and bitterly should the presumptuous young adventurer who had + flouted her be made to pay. + </p> + <p> + The opportunity was very soon to be afforded her. It arose more or less + directly out of an act in which she indulged her spite against Sophia. + This lay in throwing Melusina Schulemberg into the arms of the Electoral + Prince. Melusina, who was years afterwards to be created Duchess of + Kendal, had not yet attained to that completeness of lank, bony + hideousness that was later to distinguish her in England. But even in + youth she could boast of little attraction. Prince George, however, was + easily attracted. A dull, undignified libertine, addicted to over-eating, + heavy drinking, and low conversation, he found in Melusina von Schulemberg + an ideal mate. Her installation as <i>maĂŽtresse en-titre</i> took place publicly + at a ball given by Prince George at Herrenhausen, a ball at which the + Princess Sophia was present. + </p> + <p> + Accustomed, inured, as she was to the coarse profligacy of her dullard + husband, and indifferent to his philandering as her contempt of him now + left her, yet in the affront thus publicly offered her, she felt that the + limit of endurance had been reached. Next day it was found that she had + disappeared from Herrenhausen. She had fled to her father's court at Zell. + </p> + <p> + But her father received her coldly; lectured her upon the freedom and + levity of her manners, which he condemned as unbecoming the dignity of her + rank; recommended her to use in future greater prudence, and a proper, + wifely submission; and, the homily delivered, packed her back to her + husband at Herrenhausen. + </p> + <p> + George's reception of her on her return was bitterly hostile. She had been + guilty of a more than usual, of an unpardonable want of respect for him. + She must learn what was due to her station, and to her husband. He would + thank her to instruct herself in these matters against his return from + Berlin, whither he was about to journey, and he warned her that he would + suffer no more tantrums of that kind. + </p> + <p> + Thus he delivered himself, with cold hate in his white, flabby, frog-face + and in the very poise of his squat, ungainly figure. + </p> + <p> + Thereafter he departed for Berlin, bearing hate of her with him, and + leaving hate and despair behind. + </p> + <p> + It was then, in this despair, that Sophia looked about her for a true + friend to lend her the aid she so urgently required; to rescue her from + her intolerable, soul-destroying fate. And at her elbow, against this + dreadful need, Destiny had placed her sometime playmate, her most devoted + friend—as she accounted him, and as, indeed, he was—the + elegant, reckless KĂśnigsmark, with his beautiful face, his golden mane, + and his unfathomable blue eyes. + </p> + <p> + Walking with him one summer day between clipped hedges in the formal + gardens of Herrenhausen—that palace as squat and ungraceful as those + who had built and who inhabited it—she opened her heart to him very + fully, allowed him, in her overwhelming need of sympathy, to see things + which for very shame she had hitherto veiled from all other eyes. She kept + nothing back; she dwelt upon her unhappiness with her boorish husband, + told him of slights and indignities innumerable, whose pain she had + hitherto so bravely dissembled, confessed, even, that he had beaten her + upon occasion. + </p> + <p> + KĂśnigsmark went red and white by turns, with the violent surge of his + emotions, and the deep sapphire eyes blazed with wrath when she came at + last to the culminating horror of blows endured. + </p> + <p> + “It is enough, madame,” he cried. “I swear to you, as Heaven hears me, + that he shall be punished.” + </p> + <p> + “Punished?” she echoed, checking in her stride, and looked at him with a + smile of sad incredulity. “It is not his punishment I seek, my friend, but + my own salvation.” + </p> + <p> + “The one can be accomplished with the other,” he answered hotly, and + struck the cut-steel hilt of his sword. “You shall be rid of this lout as + soon as ever I can come to him. I go after him to Berlin to-night.” + </p> + <p> + The colour all faded from her cheeks, her sensitive lips fell apart, as + she looked at him aghast. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what would you do? What do you mean?” she asked him. + </p> + <p> + “I will send him the length of my sword, and so make a widow of you, + madame.” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. “Princes do not fight,” she said, on a note of + contempt. + </p> + <p> + “I shall so shame him that he will have no alternative—unless, + indeed, he is shameless. I will choose my occasion shrewdly, put an + affront on him one evening in his cups, when drink shall have made him + valiant enough to commit himself to a meeting. If even that will not + answer, and he still shields himself behind his rank—why, there are + other ways to serve him.” He was thinking, perhaps, of Mr. Thynne. + </p> + <p> + The heat of so much reckless, romantic fury on her behalf warmed the poor + lady, who had so long been chilled for want of sympathy, and starved of + love. Impulsively she caught his hand in hers. + </p> + <p> + “My friend, my friend!” she cried, on a note that quivered and broke. “You + are mad—wonderfully beautifully mad, but mad. What would become of + you if you did this?” + </p> + <p> + He swept the consideration aside by a contemptuous, almost angry gesture. + “Does that matter? I am concerned with what is to become of you. I was + born for your service, my princess, and the service being rendered...” He + shrugged and smiled, threw out his hands and let them fall again to his + sides in an eloquent gesture. He was the complete courtier, the + knight-errant, the romantic <i>preux-chevalier</i> all in one. + </p> + <p> + She drew closer to him, took the blue lapels of his military coat in her + white hands, and looked pathetically up into his beautiful face. If ever + she wanted to kiss a man, she surely wanted to kiss KĂśnigsmark in that + moment, but as she might have kissed a loving brother, in token of her + deep gratitude for his devotion to her who had known so little true + devotion. + </p> + <p> + “If you knew,” she said, “what balsam this proof of your friendship has + poured upon the wounds of my soul, you would understand my utter lack of + words in which to thank you. You dumbfound me, my friend; I can find no + expression for my gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + “I ask no gratitude,” quoth he. “I am all gratitude myself that you should + have come to me in the hour of your need. I but ask your leave to serve + you in my own way.” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. She saw his blue eyes grow troubled. + </p> + <p> + He was about to speak, to protest, but she hurried on. “Serve me if you + will—God knows I need the service of a loyal friend—but serve + me as I shall myself decide—no other way.” + </p> + <p> + “But what alternative service can exist?” he asked, almost impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “I have it in mind to escape from this horrible place—to quit + Hanover, never to return.” + </p> + <p> + “But to go whither?” + </p> + <p> + “Does it matter? Anywhere away from this hateful court, and this hateful + life; anywhere, since my father will not let me find shelter at Zell, as I + had hoped. Had it not been for the thought of my children, I should have + fled long ago. For the sake of those two little ones I have suffered + patiently through all these years. But the limit of endurance has been + reached and passed. Take me away. KĂśnigsmark!” She was clutching his + lapels again. “If you would really serve me, help me to escape.” + </p> + <p> + His hands descended upon hers, and held them prisoned against his breast. + A flush crept into his fair cheeks, there was a sudden kindling of the + eyes that looked down into her own piteous ones. These sensitive, romantic + natures are quickly stirred to passion, ever ready to yield to the + adventure of it. + </p> + <p> + “My princess,” he said, “you may count upon your KĂśnigsmark while he has + life.” Disengaging her hands from his lapels, but still holding them, he + bowed low over them, so low that his heavy golden mane tumbled forward on + either side of his handsome head to form a screen under cover of which he + pressed his lips upon her fingers. + </p> + <p> + She let him have his will with her hands. It was little enough reward for + so much devotion. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you again,” she breathed. “And now I must think—I must + consider where I can count upon finding refuge.” + </p> + <p> + That cooled his ardour a little. His own high romantic notion was, no + doubt, to fling her there and then upon the withers of his horse, and so + ride out into the wide world to carve a kingdom for her with his sword. + Her sober words dispelled the dream, revealed to him that it was not quite + intended he should hereafter be her custodian. And there for the moment + the matter was suspended. + </p> + <p> + Both had behaved quite recklessly. Each should have remembered that an + Electoral Princess is not wise to grant a protracted interview, + accompanied by lapel-holding, hand-holding, and hand-kissings, within + sight of the windows of a palace. And, as it happened, behind one of those + windows lurked the Countess von Platen, watching them jealously, and + without any disposition to construe the meeting innocently. Was she not + the deadly enemy of both? Had not the Princess whetted satire upon her, + and had not KĂśnigsmark scorned the love she proffered him, and then + unpardonably published it in a ribald story to excite the mirth of + profligates? + </p> + <p> + That evening the Countess purposefully sought her lover, the Elector. + </p> + <p> + “Your son is away in Prussia,” quoth she. “Who guards his honour in his + absence?” + </p> + <p> + “George's honour?” quoth the Elector, bulging eyes staring at the + Countess. He did not laugh, as might have been expected at the notion of + guarding something whose existence was not easily discerned. He had no + sense of humour, as his appearance suggested. He was a short, fat man with + a face shaped like a pear—narrow in the brow and heavy in the jowl. + “What the devil do you mean?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I mean that this foreign adventurer, KĂśnigsmark, and Sophia grow too + intimate.” + </p> + <p> + “Sophia!” Thick eyebrows were raised until they almost met the line of his + ponderous peruke. His face broke into malevolent creases expressive of + contempt. + </p> + <p> + “That white-faced ninny! Bah!” Her very virtue was matter for his scorn. + </p> + <p> + “It is these white-faced ninnies can be most sly,” replied the Countess, + out of her worldly wisdom. “Listen a moment now.” And she related, with + interest rather than discount, you may be sure, what she had witnessed + that afternoon. + </p> + <p> + The malevolence deepened in his face. He had never loved Sophia, and he + felt none the kinder towards her for her recent trip to Zell. Then, too, + being a libertine, and the father of a libertine, it logically followed + that unchastity in his women-folk was in his eyes the unpardonable sin. + </p> + <p> + He heaved himself out of his deep chair. “How far has this gone?” he + demanded. + </p> + <p> + Prudence restrained the Countess from any over-statement that might + afterwards be disproved. Besides, there was not the need, if she could + trust her senses. Patience and vigilance would presently afford her all + the evidence required to damn the pair. She said as much, and promised the + Elector that she would exercise herself the latter quality in his son's + service. Again the Elector did not find it grotesque that his mistress + should appoint herself the guardian of his son's honour. + </p> + <p> + The Countess went about that congenial task with zeal—though + George's honour was the least thing that concerned her. What concerned her + was the dishonour of Sophia, and the ruin of KĂśnigsmark. So she watched + assiduously, and set others, too, to watch for her and to report. And + almost daily now she had for the Elector a tale of whisperings and + hand-pressings, and secret stolen meetings between the guilty twain. The + Elector enraged, and would have taken action, but that the guileful + Countess curbed him. All this was not enough. An accusation that could not + be substantiated would ruin all chance of punishing the offenders, might + recoil, indeed, upon the accusers by bringing the Duke of Zell to his + daughter's aid. So they must wait yet awhile until they held more absolute + proof of this intrigue. + </p> + <p> + And then at last one day the Countess sped in haste to the Elector with + word that KĂśnigsmark and the Princess had shut themselves up together in + the garden pavilion. Let him come at once, and he should so discover them + for himself, and thus at last be able to take action. The Countess was + flushed with triumph. Be that meeting never so innocent—and Madame + von Platen could not, being what she was, and having seen what she had + seen, conceive it innocent—it was in an Electoral Princess an + unforgivable indiscretion, to take the most charitable view, which none + would dream of taking. So the Elector, fiercely red in the face, hurried + off to the pavilion with Madame von Platen following. He came too late, + despite the diligence of his spy. + </p> + <p> + Sophia had been there, but her interview with the Count had been a brief + one. She had to tell him that at last she was resolved in all particulars. + She would seek a refuge at the court of her cousin, the Duke of + Wolfenbuttel, who, she was sure—for the sake of what once had lain + between them—would not now refuse to shelter and protect her. Of + KĂśnigsmark she desired that he should act as her escort to her cousin's + court. + </p> + <p> + KĂśnigsmark was ready, eager. In Hanover he would leave nothing that he + regretted. At Wolfenbuttel, having served Sophia faithfully, his + ever-growing, romantic passion for her might find expression. She would + make all dispositions, and advise him when she was ready to set out. But + they must use caution, for they were being spied upon. Madame von Platen's + over-eagerness had in part betrayed her. It was, indeed, their + consciousness of espionage which had led to this dangerous meeting in the + seclusion of the pavilion, and which urged him to linger after Sophia had + left him. They were not to be seen to emerge together. + </p> + <p> + The young Dane sat alone on the window-seat, his chin in his hands, his + eyes dreamy, a faint smile on his shapely lips, when Ernest Augustus burst + furiously in, the Countess von Platen lingering just beyond the threshold. + The Elector's face was apoplectically purple from rage and haste, his + breath came in wheezing gasps. His bulging eyes swept round the chamber, + and fastened finally, glaring, upon the startled KĂśnigsmark. + </p> + <p> + “Where is the Princess?” he blurted out. + </p> + <p> + The Count espied Madame von Platen in the back ground, and had the scent + of mischief very strong. But he preserved an air of innocent + mystification. He rose and answered with courteous ease: + </p> + <p> + “Your Highness is seeking her? Shall I ascertain for you?” + </p> + <p> + At a loss, Ernest Augustus stared a moment, then flung a glance over his + shoulder at the Countess. + </p> + <p> + “I was told that her Highness was here,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Plainly,” said KĂśnigsmark, with perfect calm, “you have been + misinformed.” And his quiet glance and gesture invited the Elector to look + round for himself. + </p> + <p> + “How long have you been here yourself?” Feeling at a disadvantage, the + Elector avoided the direct question that was in his mind. + </p> + <p> + “Half an hour at least.” + </p> + <p> + “And in that time you have not seen the Princess?” + </p> + <p> + “Seen the Princess?” KĂśnigsmark's brows were knit perplexedly. “I scarcely + understand your Highness.” + </p> + <p> + The Elector moved a step and trod on a soft substance. He looked down, + then stooped, and rose again, holding in his hand a woman's glove. + </p> + <p> + “What's this?” quoth he. “Whose glove is this?” + </p> + <p> + If KĂśnigsmark's heart missed a beat—as well it may have done—he + did not betray it outwardly. He smiled; indeed he almost laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Your Highness is amusing himself at my expense by asking me questions + that only a seer could answer.” + </p> + <p> + The Elector was still considering him with his ponderously suspicious + glance, when quick steps approached. A serving-maid, one of Sophia's + women, appeared in the doorway of the pavilion. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want?” the Elector snapped at her. + </p> + <p> + “A glove her Highness lately dropped here,” was the timid answer, + innocently precipitating the very discovery which the woman had been too + hastily dispatched to avert. + </p> + <p> + The Elector flung the glove at her, and there was a creak of evil laughter + from him. When she had departed' he turned again to KĂśnigsmark. + </p> + <p> + “You fence skilfully,” said he, sneering, “too skilfully for an honest + man. Will you now tell me without any more of this, precisely what the + Princess Sophia was doing here with you?” + </p> + <p> + KĂśnigsmark drew himself stiffly up, looking squarely into the furnace of + the Elector's face. + </p> + <p> + “Your Highness assumes that the Princess was here with me, and a prince is + not to be contradicted, even when he insults a lady whose spotless purity + is beyond his understanding. But your Highness can hardly expect me to + become in never so slight a degree a party to that insult by vouchsafing + any answer to your question.” + </p> + <p> + “That is your last word, sir?” The Elector shook with suppressed anger. + </p> + <p> + “Your Highness cannot think that words are necessary?” + </p> + <p> + The bulging eyes grew narrow, the heavy nether lip was thrust forth in + scorn and menace. + </p> + <p> + “You are relieved, sir, of your duties in the Electoral Guard, and as that + is the only tie binding you to Hanover, we see no reason why your sojourn + here should be protracted.” + </p> + <p> + KĂśnigsmark bowed stiffly, formally. “It shall end, your Highness, as soon + as I can make the necessary arrangements for my departure—in a week + at most.” + </p> + <p> + “You are accorded three days, sir.” The Elector turned, and waddled out, + leaving KĂśnigsmark to breathe freely again. The three days should suffice + for the Princess also. It was very well. + </p> + <p> + The Elector, too, thought that it was very well. He had given this + troublesome fellow his dismissal, averted a scandal, and placed his + daughter-in-law out of the reach of harm. Madame von Platen was the only + one concerned who thought that it was not well at all, the consummation + being far from that which she had desired. She had dreamt of a flaming + scandal, that should utterly consume her two enemies, Sophia and + KĂśnigsmark. Instead, she saw them both escaping, and the fact that she was—as + she may have supposed—effectively separating two loving hearts could + be no sort of adequate satisfaction for such bitter spite as hers. + Therefore she plied her wicked wits to force an issue more germane to her + desires. + </p> + <p> + The course she took was fraught with a certain peril. Yet confident that + at worst she could justify it, and little fearing that the worst would + happen, she boldly went to work. She forged next day a brief note in which + the Princess Sophia urgently bade KĂśnigsmark to come to her at ten o'clock + that night in her own apartments, and with threat and bribe induced the + waiting woman of the glove to bear that letter. + </p> + <p> + Now it so happened that KĂśnigsmark, through the kind offices of Sophia's + maid-of-honour, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck, who was in the secret of their + intentions, had sent the Princess a note that morning, briefly stating the + urgency of departure, and begging her so to arrange that she could leave + Herrenhausen with him on the morrow. He imagined the note now brought him + to be in answer to that appeal of his. Its genuineness he never doubted, + being unacquainted with Sophia's writing. He was aghast at the rashness + which dictated such an assignation, yet never hesitated as to keeping it. + It was not his way to hesitate. He trusted to the gods who watch over the + destinies of the bold. + </p> + <p> + And meanwhile Madame von Platen was reproaching her lover with having + dealt too softly with the Dane. + </p> + <p> + “Bah!” said the Elector. “To-morrow he goes his ways, and we are rid of + him. Is not that enough?” + </p> + <p> + “Enough, if, soon as he goes, he goes not too late already,” quoth she. + </p> + <p> + “Now what will you be hinting?” he asked her peevishly. + </p> + <p> + “I'll be more plain. I will tell you what I know. It is this. KĂśnigsmark + has an assignation with the Princess Sophia this very night at ten o'clock—and + where do you suppose? In her Highness's own apartments.” + </p> + <p> + The Elector came to his feet with an oath. “That is not true!” he cried. + “It cannot be!” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll say no more,” quoth Jezebel, and snapped her thin lips. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, but you shall. How do you know this?” + </p> + <p> + “That I cannot tell you without betraying a confidence. Let it suffice you + that I do know it. Consider now whether in banishing this profligate you + have sufficiently avenged the honour of your son.” + </p> + <p> + “My God, if I thought this were true....” He choked with rage, stood + shaking a moment, then strode to the door, calling. + </p> + <p> + “The truth is easily ascertained,” said Madame. “Conceal yourself in the + Rittersaal, and await his coming forth. But you had best go attended, for + it is a very reckless rogue, and he has been known aforetime to practice + murder.” + </p> + <p> + Whilst the Elector, acting upon this advice, was getting his men together, + KĂśnigsmark was wasting precious moments in Sophia's antechamber, whilst + Mademoiselle de Knesebeck apprised her Highness of his visit. Sophia had + already retired to bed, and the amazing announcement of the Count's + presence there startled her into a fear of untoward happenings. She was + overwhelmed, too, by the rashness of this step of his, coming after the + events of yesterday. If it should be known that he had visited her thus, + terrible consequences might ensue. She rose, and with Mademoiselle de + Knesebeck's aid made ready to receive him. Yet for all that she made + haste, the precious irreclaimable moments sped. + </p> + <p> + She came to him at last, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck following, for + propriety's sake. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” she asked him breathlessly. “What brings you here at such an + hour?” + </p> + <p> + “What brings me?” quoth he, surprised at that reception. “Why, your + commands—your letter.” + </p> + <p> + “My letter? What letter?” + </p> + <p> + A sense of doom, of being trapped, suddenly awoke in him. He plucked forth + the treacherous note, and proffered it. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what does this mean?” She swept a white hand over her eyes and + brows, as if to brush away some thing that obscured her vision. “That is + not mine. I never wrote it. How could you dream I should be imprudent as + to bid you hither, and at such an hour How could you dream it?” + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” said he, and laughed, perhaps to ease her alarm, perhaps + in sheer bitter mirth. “It will be, no doubt, the work of our friend, + Madame von Platen. I had best begone. For the rest, my travelling chaise + will wait from noon until sunset to-morrow by the Markt Kirck in Hanover, + and I shall wait within it. I shall hope to conduct you safely to + Wolfenbuttel.” + </p> + <p> + “I will come, I will come. But go now—oh, go!” + </p> + <p> + He looked very deeply into her eyes—a valedictory glance against the + worst befalling him. Then he took her hand, bowed over it and kissed it, + and so departed. + </p> + <p> + He crossed the outer ante-room, descended the short flight of stairs, and + pushed open the heavy door of the Hall of Knights. He passed through, and + thrust the door behind him, then stood a moment looking round the vast + apartment. If he was too late to avoid the springs of the baited trap, it + was here that they should snap upon him. Yet all was still. A single lamp + on a table in the middle of the vast chamber shed a feeble, flickering + light, yet sufficient to assure him that no one waited here. He sighed + relief, wrapped his cloak about him, and set out swiftly to cross the + hall. + </p> + <p> + But even as he passed, four shadows detached themselves from the tall + stove, resolved themselves into armed men, and sprang after him. + </p> + <p> + He heard them, wheeled about, flung off his cloak, and disengaged his + sword, all with the speed of lightning and the address of the man who for + ten years had walked amid perils, and learned to depend upon his blade. + That swift action sealed his doom. Their orders were to take him living or + dead, and standing in awe of his repute, they were not the men to incur + risks. Even as he came on guard, a partisan grazed his head, and another + opened his breast. + </p> + <p> + He went down, coughing and gasping, blood dabbling his bright golden hair, + and staining the priceless Mechlin at his throat, yet his right hand still + desperately clutching his useless sword. + </p> + <p> + His assassins stood about him, their partisans levelled to strike again, + and summoned him to yield. Then, beside one of them, he suddenly beheld + the Countess von Platen materializing out of the surrounding shadows as it + seemed, and behind her the squat, ungraceful figure of the Elector. He + fought for breath. “I am slain,” he gasped, “and as I am to appear before + my Maker I swear to you that the Princess Sophia is innocent. Spare her at + least, your Highness.” + </p> + <p> + “Innocent!” said the Elector hoarsely. “Then what did you now in her + apartments? + </p> + <p> + “It was a trap set for us by this foul hag, who...” + </p> + <p> + The heel of the vindictive harridan ground viciously upon the lips of the + dying man and choked his utterance. Thereafter the halberts finished him + off, and he was buried there and then, in lime, under the floor of the + Hall of Knights, under the very spot where he had fallen, which was long + to remain imbrued with his blood. + </p> + <p> + Thus miserably perished the glittering KĂśnigsmark, a martyr to his own + irrepressible romanticism. + </p> + <p> + As for Sophia, better might it have been for her had she shared his fate + that night. She was placed under arrest next morning, and Prince George + was summoned back from Berlin at once. + </p> + <p> + The evidence may have satisfied him that his honour had not suffered, for + he was disposed to let the matter drop, content that they should remain in + the forbidding relations which had existed between them before this + happening. But Sophia was uncompromising in her demand for strict justice. + </p> + <p> + “If I am guilty, I am unworthy of you,” she told him. “If innocent, you + are unworthy of me.” + </p> + <p> + There was no more to be said. A consistory court was assembled to divorce + them. But since with the best intentions there was no faintest evidence of + her adultery, this court had to be content to pronounce the divorce upon + the ground of her desertion. + </p> + <p> + She protested against the iniquity of this. But she protested in vain. She + was carried off into the grim captivity of a castle on the Ahlen, to drag + out in that melancholy duress another thirty-two years of life. + </p> + <p> + Her death took place in November of 1726. And the story runs that on her + death-bed she delivered to a person of trust a letter to her sometime + husband, now King George I. of England. Seven months later, as King George + was on his way to his beloved Hanover, that letter was placed in his + carriage as it crossed the frontier into Germany. It contained Sophia's + dying declaration of innocence, and her solemn summons to King George to + stand by her side before the judgment-seat of Heaven within a year, and + there make answer in her presence for the wrongs he had done her, for her + blighted life and her miserable death. + </p> + <p> + King George's answer to that summons was immediate. The reading of that + letter brought on the apoplectic seizure of which he died in his carriage + next day—the 9th of June, 1727—on the road to Osnabruck. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + </h2> + <h3> + Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Morat + </h3> + <p> + Tyrannicide was the term applied to her deed by Adam Lux, her lover in the + sublimest and most spiritual sense of the word—for he never so much + as spoke to her, and she never so much as knew of his existence. + </p> + <p> + The sudden spiritual passion which inflamed him when he beheld her in the + tumbril on her way to the scaffold is a fitting corollary to her action. + She in her way and he in his were alike sublime; her tranquil martyrdom + upon the altar of Republicanism and his exultant martyrdom upon the altar + of Love were alike splendidly futile. + </p> + <p> + It is surely the strangest love-story enshrined in history. It has its + pathos, yet leaves no regrets behind, for there is no might-have-been + which death had thwarted. Because she died, he loved her; because he loved + her, he died. That is all, but for the details which I am now to give you. + </p> + <p> + The convent-bred Marie Charlotte Corday d'Armont was the daughter of a + landless squire of Normandy, a member of the <i>chĂŠtive noblesse</i>, a man of + gentle birth, whose sadly reduced fortune may have predisposed him against + the law of entail or primogeniture—the prime cause of the inequality + out of which were sprung so many of the evils that afflicted France. Like + many of his order and condition he was among the earliest converts to + Republicanism—the pure, ideal republicanism, demanding + constitutional government of the people by the people, holding monarchical + and aristocratic rule an effete and parasitic anachronism. + </p> + <p> + From M. de Corday Charlotte absorbed the lofty Republican doctrines to + which anon she was to sacrifice her life; and she rejoiced when the hour + of awakening sounded and the children of France rose up and snapped the + fetters in which they had been trammelled for centuries by an insolent + minority of their fellow-countrymen. + </p> + <p> + In the early violence of the revolution she thought she saw a transient + phase—horrible, but inevitable in the dread convulsion of that + awakening. Soon this would pass, and the sane, ideal government of her + dreams would follow—must follow, since among the people's elected + representatives was a goodly number of unselfish, single-minded men of her + father's class of life; men of breeding and education, impelled by a lofty + altruistic patriotism; men who gradually came to form a party presently to + be known as the Girondins. + </p> + <p> + But the formation of one party argues the formation of at least another. + And this other in the National Assembly was that of the Jacobins, less + pure of motive, less restrained in deed, a party in which stood + pre-eminent such ruthless, uncompromising men as Robespierre, Danton,—and + Marat. + </p> + <p> + Where the Girondins stood for Republicanism, the Jacobins stood for + Anarchy. War was declared between the two. The Girondins arraigned Marat + and Robespierre for complicity in the September massacres, and thereby + precipitated their own fall. The triumphant acquittal of Marat was the + prelude to the ruin of the Girondins, and the proscription of twenty-nine + deputies followed at once as the first step. These fled into the country, + hoping to raise an army that should yet save France, and several of the + fugitives made their way to Caen. Thence by pamphlets and oratory they + laboured to arouse true Republican enthusiasm. They were gifted, able men, + eloquent speakers and skilled writers, and they might have succeeded but + that in Paris sat another man no less gifted, and with surer knowledge of + the temper of the proletariat, tirelessly wielding a vitriolic pen, + skilled in the art of inflaming the passions of the mob. + </p> + <p> + That man was Jean Paul Marat, sometime medical practitioner, sometime + professor of literature, a graduate of the Scottish University of St. + Andrews, author of some scientific and many sociological works, inveterate + pamphleteer and revolutionary journalist, proprietor and editor of L'Ami + du Peuple, and idol of the Parisian rabble, who had bestowed upon him the + name borne by his gazette, so that he was known as The People's Friend. + </p> + <p> + Such was the foe of the Girondins, and of the pure, altruistic, Utopian + Republicanism for which they stood; and whilst he lived and laboured, + their own endeavours to influence the people were all in vain. From his + vile lodging in the Rue de l'Ecole de MĂŠdecine in Paris he spun with his + clever, wicked pen a web that paralysed their high endeavours and + threatened finally to choke them. + </p> + <p> + He was not alone, of course. He was one of the dread triumvirate in which + Danton and Robespierre were his associates. But to the Girondins he + appeared by far the most formidable and ruthless and implacable of the + three, whilst to Charlotte Corday—the friend and associate now of + the proscribed Girondins who had sought refuge in Caen—he loomed so + vast and terrible as to eclipse his associates entirely. To her young + mind, inflamed with enthusiasm for the religion of Liberty as preached by + the Girondins, Marat was a loathly, dangerous heresiarch, threatening to + corrupt that sublime new faith with false, anarchical doctrine, and to + replace the tyranny that had been overthrown by a tyranny more odious + still. + </p> + <p> + She witnessed in Caen the failure of the Girondin attempt to raise an army + with which to deliver Paris from the foul clutches of the Jacobins. An + anguished spectator of this failure, she saw in it a sign that Liberty was + being strangled at its birth. On the lips of her friends the Girondins she + caught again the name of Marat, the murderer of Liberty; and, brooding, + she reached a conclusion embodied in a phrase of a letter which she wrote + about that time. + </p> + <p> + “As long as Marat lives there will never be any safety for the friends of + law and humanity.” + </p> + <p> + From that negative conclusion to its positive, logical equivalent it was + but a step. That step she took. She may have considered awhile the + proposition thus presented to her, or resolve may have come to her with + realization. She understood that a great sacrifice was necessary; that who + undertook to rid France of that unclean monster must go prepared for + self-immolation. She counted the cost calmly and soberly—for calm + and sober was now her every act. + </p> + <p> + She made her packages, and set out one morning by the Paris coach from + Caen, leaving a note for her father, in which she had written: + </p> + <p> + “I am going to England, because I do not believe that it will be possible + for a long time to live happily and tranquilly in France. On leaving I + post this letter to you. When you receive it I shall no longer be here. + Heaven denied us the happiness of living together, as it has denied us + other happinesses. May it show itself more clement to our country. + Good-by, dear Father. Embrace my sister for me, and do not forget me.” + </p> + <p> + That was all. The fiction that she was going to England was intended to + save him pain. For she had so laid her plans that her identity should + remain undisclosed. She would seek Marat in the very Hall of the + Convention, and publicly slay him in his seat. Thus Paris should behold + Nemesis overtaking the false Republican in the very Assembly which he + corrupted, and anon should adduce a moral from the spectacle of the + monster's death. For herself she counted upon instant destruction at the + hands of the furious spectators. Thus, thinking to die unidentified, she + trusted that her father, hearing, as all France must hear, the great + tidings that Marat was dead, would never connect her with the instrument + of Fate shattered by the fury of the mob. + </p> + <p> + You realize, then, how great and how terrible was the purpose of this maid + of twenty-five, who so demurely took her seat in the Paris diligence on + that July morning of the Year 2 of the Republic—1793, old style. She + was becomingly dressed in brown cloth, a lace fichu folded across her + well-developed breast, a conical hat above her light brown hair. She was + of a good height and finely proportioned, and her carriage as full of + dignity as of grace. Her skin was of such white loveliness that a + contemporary compares it with the lily. Like Athene, she was gray-eyed, + and, like Athene, noble-featured, the oval of her face squaring a little + at the chin, in which there was a cleft. Calm was her habit, calm her + slow-moving eyes, calm and deliberate her movements, and calm the mind + reflected in all this. + </p> + <p> + And as the heavy diligence trundles out of Caen and takes the open country + and the Paris road, not even the thought of the errand upon which she + goes, of her death-dealing and death-receiving mission, can shake that + normal calm. Here is no wild exaltation, no hysterical obedience to + hotly-conceived impulse. Here is purpose, as cold as it is lofty, to + liberate France and pay with her life for the privilege of doing so. + </p> + <p> + That lover of hers, whom we are presently to see, has compared her ineptly + with Joan of Arc, that other maid of France. But Joan moved with pomp in a + gorgeous pageantry, amid acclamations, sustained by the heady wine of + combat and of enthusiasm openly indulged, towards a goal of triumph. + Charlotte travelled quietly in the stuffy diligence with the quiet + conviction that her days were numbered. + </p> + <p> + So normal did she appear to her travelling companions, that one among + them, with an eye for beauty, pestered her with amorous attentions, and + actually proposed marriage to her before the coach had rolled over the + bridge of Neuilly into Paris two days later. + </p> + <p> + She repaired to the Providence Inn in the Rue des Vieux Augustine, where + she engaged a room on the first floor, and then she set out in quest of + the Deputy Duperret. She had a letter of introduction to him from the + Girondin Barbaroux, with whom she had been on friendly terms at Caen. + Duperret was to assist her to obtain an interview with the Minister of the + Interior. She had undertaken to see the latter on the subject of certain + papers relating to the affairs of a nun of Caen, an old convent friend of + her own, and she was in haste to discharge this errand, so as to be free + for the great task upon which she was come. + </p> + <p> + From inquiries that she made, she learnt at once that Marat was ill, and + confined to his house. This rendered necessary a change of plans, and the + relinquishing of her project of affording him a spectacular death in the + crowded hall of the Convention. + </p> + <p> + The next day, which was Friday, she devoted to furthering the business of + her friend the nun. On Saturday morning she rose early, and by six o'clock + she was walking in the cool gardens of the Palais Royal, considering with + that almost unnatural calm of hers the ways and means of accomplishing her + purpose in the unexpected conditions that she found. + </p> + <p> + Towards eight o'clock, when Paris was awakening to the business of the day + and taking down its shutters, she entered a cutler's shop in the Palais + Royal, and bought for two francs a stout kitchen knife in a shagreen case. + She then returned to her hotel to breakfast, and afterwards, dressed in + her brown travelling-gown and conical hat, she went forth again, and, + hailing a hackney carriage, drove to Marat's house in the Rue de l'Ecole de + MĂŠdecine. + </p> + <p> + But admittance to that squalid dwelling was denied her. The Citizen Marat + was ill, she was told, and could receive no visitors. It was Simonne + Everard, the triumvir's mistress—later to be known as the Widow + Marat—who barred her ingress with this message. + </p> + <p> + Checked, she drove back to the Providence Inn and wrote a letter to the + triumvir: + </p> + <p> + “<i>Paris, 13th July, Year 2 of the Republic</i>. + </p> + <p> + “Citizen,—I have arrived from Caen. Your love for your country leads + me to assume that you will be anxious to hear of the unfortunate events + which are taking place in that part of the Republic. I shall therefore + call upon you towards one o'clock. Have the kindness to receive me, and + accord me a moment's audience. I shall put you in the way of rendering a + great service to France. + </p> + <p> + “Marie Corday.” + </p> + <p> + Having dispatched that letter to Marat, she sat until late afternoon + waiting vainly for an answer. Despairing at last of receiving any, she + wrote a second note, more peremptory in tone: + </p> + <p> + “I wrote to you this morning, Marat. Have you received my letter? May I + hope for a moment's audience? If you have received my letter, I hope you + will not refuse me, considering the importance of the matter. It should + suffice for you that I am very unfortunate to give me the right to your + protection.” + </p> + <p> + Having changed into a gray-striped dimity gown—you observe this + further manifestation of a calm so complete that it admits of no departure + from the ordinary habits of life—she goes forth to deliver in person + this second letter, the knife concealed in the folds of the muslin fichu + crossed high upon her breast. + </p> + <p> + In a mean, brick-paved, ill-lighted, and almost unfurnished room of that + house in the Rue de l'Ecole de MĂŠdecine, the People's Friend is seated in + a bath. It is no instinct of cleanliness he is obeying, for in all France + there is no man more filthy in his person and his habits than this + triumvir. His bath is medicated. The horrible, loathsome disease that + corrodes his flesh demands these long immersions to quiet the gnawing + pains which distract his active, restless mind. In these baths he can + benumb the torment of the body with which he is encumbered. + </p> + <p> + For Marat is an intellect, and nothing more—leastways, nothing more + that matters. What else there is to him of trunk and limbs and organs he + has neglected until it has all fallen into decay. His very lack of + personal cleanliness, the squalor in which he lives, the insufficient + sleep which he allows himself, his habit of careless feeding at irregular + intervals, all have their source in his contempt for the physical part of + him. This talented man of varied attainments, accomplished linguist, + skilled physician, able naturalist and profound psychologist, lives in his + intellect alone, impatient of all physical interruptions. If he consents + to these immersions, if he spends whole days seated in this medicated + bath, it is solely because it quenches or cools the fires that are + devouring him, and thus permits him to bend his mind to the work that is + his life. But his long-suffering body is avenging upon the mind the + neglect to which it has been submitted. The morbid condition of the former + is being communicated to the latter, whence results that disconcerting + admixture of cold, cynical cruelty and exalted sensibility which marked + his nature in the closing years of his life. + </p> + <p> + In his bath, then, sat the People's Friend on that July evening, immersed + to the hips, his head swathed in a filthy turban, his emaciated body cased + in a sleeveless waistcoat. He is fifty years of age, dying of consumption + and other things, so that, did Charlotte but know it, there is no need to + murder him. Disease and Death have marked him for their own, and grow + impatient. + </p> + <p> + A board covering the bath served him for writing-table; an empty wooden + box at his side bore an inkstand, some pens, sheets of paper, and two or + three copies of L'Ami do Peuple. There was no sound in the room but the + scratch and splutter of his quill. He was writing diligently, revising and + editing a proof of the forthcoming issue of his paper. + </p> + <p> + A noise of voices raised in the outer room invaded the quiet in which he + was at work, and gradually penetrated his absorption, until it disturbed + and irritated him. He moved restlessly in his bath, listened a moment, + then, with intent to make an end of the interruption, he raised a hoarse, + croaking voice to inquire what might be taking place. + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and Simonne, his mistress and household drudge, entered + the room. She was fully twenty years younger than himself, and under the + slattern appearance which life in that house had imposed upon her there + were vestiges of a certain comeliness. + </p> + <p> + “There is a young woman here from Caen, who demands insistently to see you + upon a matter of national importance.” + </p> + <p> + The dull eyes kindle at the mention of Caen; interest quickens in that + leaden-hued countenance. Was it not in Caen that those old foes of his, + the Girondins, were stirring up rebellion? + </p> + <p> + “She says,” Simonne continued, “that she wrote a letter to you this + morning, and she brings you a second note herself. I have told her that + you will not receive anyone, and...” + </p> + <p> + “Give me the note,” he snapped. Setting down his pen, he thrust out an + unclean paw to snatch the folded sheet from Simonne's hand. He spread it, + and read, his bloodless lips compressed, his eyes narrowing to slits. + </p> + <p> + “Let her in,” he commanded sharply, and Simonne obeyed him without more + ado. She admitted Charlotte, and left them alone together—the + avenger and her victim. For a moment each regarded the other. Marat beheld + a handsome young woman, elegantly attired. But these things had no + interest for the People's Friend. What to him was woman and the lure of + beauty? Charlotte beheld a feeble man of a repulsive hideousness, and was + full satisfied, for in this outward loathsomeness she imagined a + confirmation of the vileness of the mind she was come to blot out. + </p> + <p> + Then Marat spoke. “So you are from Caen, child?” he said. “And what is + doing in Caen that makes you so anxious to see me?” + </p> + <p> + She approached him. + </p> + <p> + “Rebellion is stirring there, Citizen Marat.” + </p> + <p> + “Rebellion, ha!” It was a sound between a laugh and a croak. “Tell me what + deputies are sheltered in Caen. Come, child, their names.” He took up and + dipped his quill, and drew a sheet of paper towards him. + </p> + <p> + She approached still nearer; she came to stand close beside him, erect and + calm. She recited the names of her friends, the Girondins, whilst hunched + there in his bath his pen scratched briskly. + </p> + <p> + “So many for the guillotine,” he snarled, when it was done. + </p> + <p> + But whilst he was writing, she had drawn the knife from her fichu, and as + he uttered those words of doom to others his own doom descended upon him + in a lightning stroke. Straight driven by that strong young arm, the long, + stout blade was buried to its black hilt in his breast. + </p> + <p> + He looked at her with eyes in which there was a faint surprise as he sank + back. Then he raised his voice for the last time. + </p> + <p> + “Help, chĂŠre amie! Help!” he cried, and was for ever silent. + </p> + <p> + The hand still grasping the pen trailed on the ground beside the bath at + the end of his long, emaciated arm. His body sank sideways in the same + direction, the head lolling nervelessly upon his right shoulder, whilst + from the great rent in his breast the blood gushed forth, embruing the + water of his bath, trickling to the brick-paved floor, bespattering—symbolically + almost—a copy of L'Ami du Peuple, the journal to which he had + devoted so much of his uneasy life. + </p> + <p> + In answer to that cry of his came now Simonne in haste. A glance sufficed + to reveal to her the horrible event, and, like a tigress, she sprang upon + the unresisting slayer, seizing her by the head, and calling loudly the + while for assistance. Came instantly from the anteroom Jeanne, the old + cook, the Fortress of the house, and Laurent Basse, a folder of Marat's + paper; and now Charlotte found herself confronted by four maddened, + vociferous beings, at whose hands she may well have expected to receive + the death for which she was prepared. + </p> + <p> + Laurent, indeed, snatched up a chair, and felled her by a blow of it + across her head. He would, no doubt, have proceeded in his fury to have + battered her to death, but for the arrival of <i>gens d'armes</i> and the police + commissioner of the district, who took her in their protecting charge. + </p> + <p> + The soul of Paris was convulsed by the tragedy when it became known. All + night terror and confusion were abroad. All night the revolutionary + rabble, in angry grief, surged about and kept watch upon the house wherein + the People's Friend lay dead. + </p> + <p> + That night, and for two days and nights thereafter, Charlotte Corday lay + in the Prison of the Abbaye, supporting with fortitude the indignities + that for a woman were almost inseparable from revolutionary incarceration. + She preserved throughout her imperturbable calm, based now upon a state of + mind content in the contemplation of accomplished purpose, duty done. She + had saved France, she believed; saved Liberty, by slaying the man who + would have strangled it. In that illusion she was content. Her own life + was a small price to pay for the splendid achievement. + </p> + <p> + Some of her time of waiting she spent in writing letters to her friends, + in which tranquilly and sanely she dwelt upon what she had done, + expounding fully the motives that had impelled her, dwelling upon the + details of the execution, and of all that had followed. Among the letters + written by her during those “days of the preparation of peace “—as + she calls that period, dating in such terms a long epistle to Barbaroux—was + one to the Committee of Public Safety, in which she begs that a + miniature-painter may be sent to her to paint her portrait, so that she + may leave this token of remembrance to her friends. It is only in this, as + the end approaches, that we see in her conduct any thought for her own + self, any suggestion that she is anything more than a instrument in the + hands of Fate. + </p> + <p> + On the 15th, at eight o'clock in the morning, her trial began before the + Revolutionary Tribunal. A murmur ran through the hall as she appeared in + her gown of grey-striped dimity, composed and calm—always calm. + </p> + <p> + The trial opened with the examination of witnesses; into that of the + cutler, who had sold her the knife, she broke impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “These details are a waste of time. It is I who killed Marat.” + </p> + <p> + The audience gasped, and rumbled ominously. Montane turned to examine her. + </p> + <p> + “What was the object of your visit to Paris?” he asks. + </p> + <p> + “To kill Marat.” + </p> + <p> + “What motives induced you to this horrible deed?” + </p> + <p> + “His many crimes.” + </p> + <p> + “Of what crimes do you accuse him?” + </p> + <p> + “That he instigated the massacre of September; that he kept alive the + fires of civil war, so that he might be elected dictator; that he sought + to infringe upon the sovereignty of the People by causing the arrest and + imprisonment of the deputies to the Convention on May 31st.” + </p> + <p> + “What proof have you of this?” + </p> + <p> + “The future will afford the proof. Marat hid his designs behind a mask of + patriotism.” + </p> + <p> + Montane shifted the ground of his interrogatory. + </p> + <p> + “Who were your accomplices in this atrocious act?” + </p> + <p> + “I have none.” + </p> + <p> + Montane shook his head. “You cannot convince anyone that a person of your + age and sex could have conceived such a crime unless instigated by some + person or persons whom you are unwilling to name.” + </p> + <p> + Charlotte almost smiled. “That shows but a poor knowledge of the human + heart. It is easier to carry out such a project upon the strength of one's + own hatred than upon that of others.” And then, raising her voice, she + proclaimed: “I killed one man to save a hundred thousand; I killed a + villain to save innocents; I killed a savage wild-beast to give repose to + France. I was a Republican before the Revolution. I never lacked for + energy.” + </p> + <p> + What more was there to say? Her guilt was completely established. Her + fearless self-obssession was not to be ruffled. Yet Fouquier-Tinville, the + dread prosecutor, made the attempt. Beholding her so virginal and fair and + brave, feeling perhaps that the Tribunal had not had the best of it, he + sought with a handful of revolutionary filth to restore the balance. He + rose slowly, his ferrety eyes upon her. + </p> + <p> + “How many children have you had?” he rasped, sardonic, his tone a slur, an + insult. + </p> + <p> + Faintly her cheeks crimsoned. But her voice was composed, disdainful, as + she answered coldly: + </p> + <p> + “Have I not stated that I am not married?” + </p> + <p> + A leer, a dry laugh, a shrug from Tinville to complete the impression he + sought to convey, and he sat down again. + </p> + <p> + It was the turn of Chauveau de la Garde, the advocate instructed to defend + her. But what defence was possible? And Chauveau had been intimidated. He + had received a note from the jury ordering him to remain silent, another + from the President bidding him declare her mad. + </p> + <p> + Yet Chauveau took a middle course. His brief speech is admirable; it + satisfied his self-respect, without derogating from his client. It uttered + the whole truth. + </p> + <p> + “The prisoner,” he said, “confesses with calm the horrible crime she has + committed; she confesses with calm its premeditation; she confesses its + most dreadful details; in short, she confesses everything, and does not + seek to justify herself. That, citizens of the jury, is her whole defence. + This imperturbable calm, this utter abnegation of self, which displays no + remorse even in the very presence of death, are contrary to nature. They + can only be explained by the excitement of political fanaticism which + armed her hand. It is for you, citizens of the jury, to judge what weight + that moral consideration should have in the scales of justice.” + </p> + <p> + The jury voted her guilty, and Tinville rose to demand the full sentence + of the law. + </p> + <p> + It was the end. She was removed to the Conciergerie, the antechamber of + the guillotine. A constitutional priest was sent to her, but she dismissed + him with thanks, not requiring his ministrations. She preferred the + painter Hauer, who had received the Revolutionary Tribunal's permission to + paint her portrait in accordance with her request. And during the sitting, + which lasted half an hour, she conversed with him quietly on ordinary + topics, the tranquillity of her spirit unruffled by any fear of the death + that was so swiftly approaching. + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and Sanson, the public executioner, came in. He carried + the red smock worn by those convicted of assassination. She showed no + dismay; no more, indeed, than a faint surprise that the time spent with + Hauer should have gone so quickly. She begged for a few moments in which + to write a note, and, the request being granted, acquitted herself briskly + of that task, then announcing herself ready, she removed her cap that + Sanson might cut her luxuriant hair. Yet first, taking his scissors, she + herself cut off a lock and gave it to Hauer for remembrance. When Sanson + would have bound her hands, she begged that she might be allowed to wear + gloves, as her wrists were bruised and cut by the cord with which she had + been pinioned in Marat's house. He answered that she might do so if she + wished, but that it was unnecessary, as he could bind her without causing + pain. + </p> + <p> + “To be sure,” she said, “those others had not your experience,” and she + proffered her bare wrists to his cord without further demur. “If this + toilet of death is performed by rude hands,” she commented, “at least it + leads to immortality.” + </p> + <p> + She mounted the tumbril awaiting in the prison yard, and, disdaining the + chair offered her by Sanson, remained standing, to show herself dauntless + to the mob and brave its rage. And fierce was that rage, indeed. So + densely thronged were the streets that the tumbril proceeded at a crawl, + and the people surging about the cart screamed death and insult at the + doomed woman. It took two hours to reach the Place de la RĂŠvolution, and + meanwhile a terrific summer thunderstorm had broken over Paris, and a + torrential rain had descended upon the densely packed streets. Charlotte's + garments were soaked through and through, so that her red smock, becoming + glued now to her body and fitting her like a skin, threw into relief its + sculptural beauty, whilst a reflection of the vivid crimson of the garment + faintly tinged her cheeks, and thus heightened her appearance of complete + composure. + </p> + <p> + And it is now in the Rue St. HonorĂŠ that at long last we reach the opening + of our tragic love-story. + </p> + <p> + A tall, slim, fair young man, named Adam Lux—sent to Paris by the + city of Mayence as Deputy Extraordinary to the National Convention—was + standing there in the howling press of spectators. He was an accomplished, + learned young gentleman, doctor at once of philosophy and of medicine, + although in the latter capacity he had never practiced owing to an extreme + sensibility of nature, which rendered anatomical work repugnant to him. He + was a man of a rather exalted imagination, unhappily married—the not + uncommon fate of such delicate temperaments—and now living apart + from his wife. He had heard, as all Paris had heard, every detail of the + affair, and of the trial, and he waited there, curious to see this woman, + with whose deed he was secretly in sympathy. + </p> + <p> + The tumbril slowly approached, the groans and execrations swelled up + around him, and at last he beheld her—beautiful, serene, full of + life, a still smile upon her lips. For a long moment he gazed upon her, + standing as if stricken into stone. Then heedless of those about him, he + bared his head, and thus silently saluted and paid homage to her. She did + not see him. He had not thought that she would. He saluted her as the + devout salute the unresponsive image of a saint. The tumbril crawled on. + He turned his head, and followed her with his eyes for awhile; then, + driving his elbows into the ribs of those about him, he clove himself a + passage through the throng, and so followed, bare-headed now, with fixed + gaze, a man entranced. + </p> + <p> + He was at the foot of the scaffold when her head fell. To the last he had + seen that noble countenance preserve its immutable calm, and in the hush + that followed the sibilant fall of the great knife his voice suddenly rang + out. + </p> + <p> + “She is greater than Brutus!” was his cry; and he added, addressing those + who stared at him in stupefaction: “It were beautiful to have died with + her!” + </p> + <p> + He was suffered to depart unmolested. Chiefly, perhaps because at that + moment the attention of the crowd was upon the executioner's attendant, + who, in holding up Charlotte's truncated head, slapped the cheek with his + hand. The story runs that the dead face reddened under the blow. + Scientists of the day disputed over this, some arguing from it a proof + that consciousness does not at once depart the brain upon decapitation. + </p> + <p> + That night, while Paris slept, its walls were secretly placarded with + copies of a eulogy of Charlotte Corday, the martyr of Republicanism, the + deliverer of France, in which occurs the comparison with Joan of Arc, that + other great heroine of France. This was the work of Adam Lux. He made no + secret of it. The vision of her had so wrought upon the imagination of + this susceptible dreamer, had fired his spirit with such enthusiasm, that + he was utterly reckless in yielding to his emotions, in expressing the + phrenetic, immaterial love with which in her last moments of life she had + inspired him. + </p> + <p> + Two days after her execution he issued a long manifesto, in which he urged + the purity of her motive as the fullest justification of her act, placed + her on the level of Brutus and Cato, and passionately demanded for her the + honour and veneration of posterity. It is in this manifesto that he + applies euphemistically to her deed the term “tyrannicide.” That document + he boldly signed with his own name, realizing that he would pay for that + temerity with his life. + </p> + <p> + He was arrested on the 24th of July—exactly a week from the day on + which he had seen her die. He had powerful friends, and they exerted + themselves to obtain for him a promise of pardon and release if he would + publicly retract what he had written. But he laughed the proposal to + scorn, ardently resolved to follow into death the woman who had aroused + the hopeless, immaterial love that made his present torment. + </p> + <p> + Still his friends strove for him. His trial was put off. A doctor named + Wetekind was found to testify that Adam Lux was mad, that the sight of + Charlotte Corday had turned his head. He wrote a paper on this plea, + recommending that clemency be shown to the young doctor on the score of + his affliction, and that he should be sent to a hospital or to America. + Adam Lux was angry when he heard of this, and protested indignantly + against the allegations of Dr. Wetekind. He wrote to the Journal de la + Montagne, which published his declaration on the 26th of September, to the + effect that he was not mad enough to desire to live, and that his anxiety + to meet death half-way was a crowning proof of his sanity. + </p> + <p> + He languished on in the prison of La Force until the 10th of October, when + at last he was brought to trial. He stood it joyously, in a mood of + exultation at his approaching deliverance. He assured the court that he + did not fear the guillotine, and that all ignominy had been removed from + such a death by the pure blood of Charlotte. + </p> + <p> + They sentenced him to death, and he thanked them for the boon. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, sublime Charlotte,” he exclaimed, “if I should find it + impossible to exhibit at the last the courage and gentleness that were + yours. I glory in your superiority, for it is right that the adored should + be above the adorer.” + </p> + <p> + Yet his courage did not fail him. Far from it, indeed; if hers had been a + mood of gentle calm, his was one of ecstatic exaltation. At five o'clock + that same afternoon he stepped from the tumbril under the gaunt shadow of + the guillotine. He turned to the people, his eyes bright, a flush on his + cheeks. + </p> + <p> + “At last I am to have the happiness of dying for Charlotte,” he told them, + and mounted the scaffold with the eager step of the bridegroom on his way + to the nuptial altar. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Historical Nights Entertainment, +Second Series, by Rafael Sabatini + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS *** + +***** This file should be named 7949-h.htm or 7949-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/7/9/4/7949/ + +Produced by J. C. 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You may copy it, give it away or re-use +it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this +eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Historical Nights Entertainment, Second Series + +Author: Rafael Sabatini + +Release Date: March 5, 2009 [EBook #7949] +Last Updated: August 25, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS *** + + + + +Produced by J. C. Byers, and Abdulh Ameed Alhassan + + + + + + + + + +THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENT, SECOND SERIES + + +By Rafael Sabatini + + + + + +To David Whitelaw + +My Dear David, + +Since the narratives collected here as well as in the preceding volume +under the title of the Historical Nights Entertainment--narratives +originally published in The Premier Magazine, which you so ably +edit--owe their being to your suggestion, it is fitting that some +acknowledgment of the fact should be made. To what is hardly less than +a duty, allow me to add the pleasure of dedicating to you, in earnest of +my friendship and esteem, not merely this volume, but the work of which +this volume is the second. + +Sincerely yours, + +Rafael Sabatini + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + + + +Contents + + Preface + + I. THE ABSOLUTION + II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + V. THE END OF THE "VERT GALANT" + VI. THE BARREN WOOING + VII. SIR JUDAS + VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + + + + + + + + + + +The kindly reception accorded to the first volume of the Historical +Nights Entertainment, issued in December of 1917, has encouraged me to +prepare the second series here assembled. + +As in the case of the narratives that made up the first volume, I set +out again with the same ambitious aim of adhering scrupulously in every +instance to actual, recorded facts; and once again I find it desirable +at the outset to reveal how far the achievement may have fallen short of +the admitted aim. + +On the whole, I have to confess to having allowed myself perhaps a wider +latitude, and to having taken greater liberties than was the case with +the essays constituting the previous collection. This, however, applies, +where applicable, to the parts rather than to the whole. + +The only entirely apocryphal narrative here included is the first--"The +Absolution." This is one of those stories which, if resting upon no +sufficient authority to compel its acceptance, will, nevertheless, +resist all attempts at final refutation, having its roots at least +in the soil of fact. It is given in the rather discredited Portuguese +chronicles of Acenheiro, and finds place, more or less as related here, +in Duarte Galvao's "Chronicle of Affonso Henriques," whence it was taken +by the Portuguese historical writer, Alexandre Herculano, to be included +in his "Lendas e Narrativas." If it is to be relegated to the Limbo of +the ben trovato, at least I esteem it to afford us a precious glimpse +of the naive spirit of the age in which it is set, and find in that my +justification for including it. + +The next to require apology is "His Insolence of Buckingham," but +only in so far as the incident of the diamond studs is concerned. The +remainder of the narrative, the character of Buckingham, the details of +his embassy to Paris, and the particulars of his audacious courtship of +Anne of Austria, rest upon unassailable evidence. I would have omitted +the very apocryphal incident of the studs, but that I considered it of +peculiar interest as revealing the source of the main theme of one +of the most famous historical romances ever written--"The Three +Musketeers." I give the story as related by La Rochefoucauld in his +"Memoirs," whence Alexandre Dumas culled it that he might turn it to +such excellent romantic account. In La Rochefoucauld's narrative it is +the painter Gerbier who, in a far less heroic manner, plays the part +assigned by Dumas to d'Artagnan, and it is the Countess of Carlisle who +carries out the political theft which Dumas attributes to Milady. For +the rest, I do not invite you to attach undue credit to it, which is +not, however, to say that I account it wholly false. + +In the case of "The Hermosa Fembra" I confess to having blended together +into one single narrative two historical episodes closely connected in +time and place. Susan's daughter was, in fact, herself the betrayer +of her father, and it was in penitence for that unnatural act that +she desired her skull to be exhibited as I describe. Into the story of +Susan's daughter I have woven that of another New-Christian girl, who, +like the Hermosa Fembra, her taken a Castilian lover--in this case a +youth of the house of Guzman. This youth was driven into concealment +in circumstances more or less as I describe them. He overheard the +judaizing of several New-Christians there assembled, and bore word of it +at once to Ojeda. The two episodes were separated in fact by an interval +of three years, and the first afforded Ojeda a strong argument for the +institution of the Holy Office in Seville. Between the two there are +many points of contact, and each supplies what the other lacks to make +an interesting narrative having for background the introduction of the +Inquisition to Castile. The denouement I supply is entirely fictitious, +and the introduction of Torquemada is quite arbitrary. Ojeda was the +inquisitor who dealt with both cases. But if there I stray into fiction, +at least I claim to have sketched a faithful portrait of the Grand +Inquisitor as I know him from fairly exhaustive researches into his life +and times. + +The story of the False Demetrius is here related from the point of view +of my adopted solution of what is generally regarded as a historical +mystery. The mystery lies, of course, in the man's identity. He has +been held by some to have been the unfrocked monk, Grishka Otropiev, by +others to have been a son of Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. I am not +aware that the theory that he was both at one and the same time has ever +been put forward, and whilst admitting that it is speculative, yet I +claim that no other would appear so aptly to fit all the known facts of +his career or to shed light upon its mysteries. + +Undoubtedly I have allowed myself a good deal of licence and speculation +in treating certain unwitnessed scenes in "The Barren Wooing." But +the theory that I develop in it to account for the miscarriage of the +matrimonial plans of Queen Elizabeth and Robert Dudley seems to me to +be not only very fully warranted by de Quadra's correspondence, but the +only theory that will convincingly explain the events. Elizabeth, as +I show, was widely believed to be an accessory to the murder of Amy +Robsart. But in carefully following her words and actions at that +critical time, as reported by de Quadra, my reading of the transaction +is as given here. The most damning fact against Elizabeth was held to be +her own statement to de Quadra on the eve of Lady Robert Dudley's murder +to the effect that Lady Robert was "already dead, or very nearly +so." This foreknowledge of the fate of that unfortunate lady has been +accepted as positive evidence that the Queen was a party to the crime at +Cumnor, which was to set her lover free to marry again. Far from that, +however, I account it positive proof of Elizabeth's innocence of any +such part in the deed. Elizabeth was far too crafty and clear-sighted +not to realize how her words must incriminate her afterwards if she knew +that the murder of Lady Robert was projected. She must have been merely +repeating what Dudley himself had told her; and what he must have told +her--and she believed--was that his wife was at the point of a natural +death. Similarly, Dudley would not have told her this, unless his aim +had been to procure his wife's removal by means which would admit of +a natural interpretation. Difficulties encountered, much as I relate +them--and for which there is abundant evidence--drove his too-zealous +agents to rather desperate lengths, and thus brought suspicion, not only +upon the guilty Dudley, but also upon the innocent Queen. The manner +of Amy's murder is pure conjecture; but it should not be far from what +actually took place. The possibility of an accident--extraordinarily and +suspiciously opportune for Dudley as it would have been--could not be +altogether ruled out but for the further circumstance that Lady +Robert had removed everybody from Cumnor on that day. To what can +this point--unless we accept an altogether incredible chain of +coincidence--but to some such plotting as I here suggest? + +In the remaining six essays in this volume the liberties taken with the +absolute facts are so slight as to require no apology or comment. + +R. S. + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + + + + + + + +Detailed Contents + + + I. THE ABSOLUTION + Affonso Henriques, First King of Portugal + II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville + IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + V. THE END OF THE VERT GALANT + The Assassination of Henry IV + VI. THE BARREN WOOING + The Murder of Amy Robsart + VII. SIR JUDAS + The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + George Villiers' Courtship of Anne of Austria + IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + The Fall of Lord Clarendon + X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + Count Philip Koenigsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Marat + + + + + + + + + + +I. THE ABSOLUTION + +Aftonso Henriques, first King of Portugal + +In 1093 the Moors of the Almoravide dynasty, under the Caliph Yusuf, +swept irresistibly upwards into the Iberian Peninsula, recapturing +Lisbon and Santarem in the west, and pushing their conquest as far as +the river Mondego. + +To meet this revival of Mohammedan power, Alfonso VI. Of Castile +summoned the chivalry of Christendom to his aid. Among the knights who +answered the call was Count Henry of Burgundy (grandson of Robert, first +Duke of Burgundy) to whom Alfonso gave his natural daughter Theresa in +marriage, together with the Counties of Oporto and Coimbra, with the +title of Count of Portugal. + +That is the first chapter of the history of Portugal. + +Count Henry fought hard to defend his southern frontiers from the +incursion of the Moors until his death in 1114. Thereafter his widow +Theresa became Regent of Portugal during the minority of their son, +Affonso Henriques. A woman of great energy, resource and ambition, she +successfully waged war against the Moors, and in other ways laid the +foundations upon which her son was to build the Kingdom of Portugal. But +her passionate infatuation for one of her knights--Don Fernando Peres de +Trava--and the excessive honours she bestowed upon him, made enemies for +her in the new state, and estranged her from her son. + +In 1127 Alfonso VII. of Castile invaded Portugal, compelling Theresa +to recognize him as her suzerain. But Affonso Henriques, now aged +seventeen--and declared by the citizens of the capital to be of age and +competent to reign--incontinently refused to recognize the submission +made by his mother, and in the following year assembled an army for the +purpose of expelling her and her lover from the country. The warlike +Theresa resisted until defeated in the battle of San Mamede and taken +prisoner. + +He was little more than a boy, although four years were sped already +since, as a mere lad of fourteen, he had kept vigil throughout the night +over his arms in the Cathedral of Zamora, preparatory to receiving +the honour of knighthood at the hands of his cousin, Alfonso VII. of +Castile. Yet already he was looked upon as the very pattern of what a +Christian knight should be, worthy son of the father who had devoted his +life to doing battle against the Infidel, wheresoever he might be found. +He was well-grown and tall, and of a bodily strength that is almost a +byword to this day in that Portugal of which he was the real founder +and first king. He was skilled beyond the common wont in all knightly +exercises of arms and horsemanship, and equipped with far more +learning--though much of it was ill-digested, as this story will serve +to show--than the twelfth century considered useful or even proper in +a knight. And he was at least true to his time in that he combined a +fervid piety with a weakness of the flesh and an impetuous arrogance +that was to bring him under the ban of greater excommunication at the +very outset of his reign. + +It happened that his imprisonment of his mother was not at all pleasing +in the sight of Rome. Dona Theresa had powerful friends, who so +used their influence at the Vatican on her behalf that the Holy +Father--conveniently ignoring the provocation she had given and the +scandalous, unmotherly conduct of which she had been guilty--came to +consider the behaviour of the Infante of Portugal as reprehensibly +unfilial, and commanded him to deliver Dona Theresa at once from duress. + +This Papal order, backed by a threat of excommunication in the event of +disobedience, was brought to the young prince by the Bishop of Coimbra, +whom he counted among his friends. + +Affonso Henriques, ever impetuous and quick to anger, flushed scarlet +when he heard that uncompromising message. His dark eyes smouldered as +they considered the aged prelate. + +"You come here to bid me let loose again upon this land of Portugal that +author of strife, to deliver over the people once more to the oppression +of the Lord of Trava?" he asked. "And you tell me that unless by obeying +this command I am false to the duty I owe this country, you will launch +the curse of Rome against me? You tell me this?" + +The bishop, deeply stirred, torn between his duty to the Holy See and +his affection for his prince, bowed his head and wrung his hands. "What +choice have I?" he asked, on a quavering note. + +"I raised you from the dust." Thunder was rumbling in the prince's +voice. "Myself I placed the episcopal ring upon your finger." + +"My lord, my lord! Could I forget? All that I have I owe to you--save +only my soul, which I owe to God; my faith, which I owe to Christ; and +my obedience, which I owe to our Holy Father the Pope." + +The prince considered him in silence, mastering his passionate, +impetuous nature. "Go," he growled at last. + +The prelate bowed his head, his eyes not daring to meet his prince's. + +"God keep you, lord," he almost sobbed, and so went out. + +But though stirred by his affection for the prince to whom he owed so +much, though knowing in his inmost heart that Affonso Henriques was in +the right, the Bishop of Coimbra did not swerve from his duty to Rome, +which was as plain as it was unpalatable. Betimes next morning word was +brought to Affonso Henriques in the Alcazar of Coimbra that a +parchment was nailed to the door of the Cathedral, setting forth his +excommunication, and that the Bishop--either out of fear or out of +sorrow--had left the city, journeying northward towards Oporto. + +Affonso Henriques passed swiftly from incredulity to anger; then almost +as swiftly came to a resolve, which was as mad and harebrained as could +have been expected from a lad in his eighteenth year who held the reins +of power. Yet by its very directness and its superb ignoring of all +obstacles, legal and canonical, it was invested with a certain wild +sanity. + +In full armour, a white cloak simply embroidered in gold at the edge +and knotted at the shoulder, he rode to the Cathedral, attended by his +half-brother Pedro Affonso, and two of his knights, Emigio Moniz and +Sancho Nunes. There on the great iron-studded doors he found, as he had +been warned, the Roman parchment pronouncing him accursed, its sonorous +Latin periods set forth in a fine round clerkly hand. + +He swung down from his great horse and clanked up the Cathedral steps, +his attendants following. He had for witnesses no more than a few +loiterers, who had paused at sight of their prince. + +The interdict had so far attracted no attention, for in the twelfth +century the art of letters was a mystery to which there were few +initiates. + +Affonso Henriques tore the sheepskin from its nails, and crumpled it +in his hand; then he passed into the Cathedral, and thence came out +presently into the cloisters. Overhead a bell was clanging by his +orders, summoning the chapter. + +To the Infante, waiting there in the sun-drenched close, came presently +the canons, austere, aloof, majestic in their unhurried progress through +the fretted cloisters, with flowing garments and hands tucked into +their wide sleeves before them. In a semi-circle they arrayed themselves +before him, and waited impassively to learn his will. Overhead the bell +had ceased. + +Affonso Henriques wasted no words. + +"I have summoned you," he announced, "to command that you proceed to the +election of a bishop." + +A rustle stirred through the priestly throng. The canons looked askance +at the prince and at one another. Then one of them spoke. + +"Habemus episcopum," he said gravely, and several instantly made chorus: +"We have a bishop." + +The eyes of the young sovereign kindled. "You are wrong," he told them. +"You had a bishop, but he is here no longer. He has deserted his see, +after publishing this shameful thing." And he held aloft the crumpled +interdict. "As I am a God-fearing, Christian knight, I will not live +under this ban. Since the bishop who excommunicated me is gone, you will +at once elect another in his place who shall absolve me." + +They stood before him, silent and impassive, in their priestly dignity, +and in their assurance that the law was on their side. + +"Well?" the boy growled at them. + +"Habemus episcopum," droned a voice again. + +"Amen," boomed in chorus through the cloisters. + +"I tell you that your bishop is gone," he insisted, his voice quivering +now with anger, "and I tell you that he shall not return, that he shall +never set foot again within my city of Coimbra. Proceed you therefore at +once to the election of his successor." + +"Lord," he was answered coldly by one of them, "no such election is +possible or lawful." + +"Do you dare stand before my face, and tell me this?" he roared, +infuriated by their cold resistance. He flung out an arm in a gesture +of terrible dismissal. "Out of my sight, you proud and evil men! Back to +your cells, to await my pleasure. Since in your arrogant, stiff-necked +pride you refuse to do my will, you shall receive the bishop I shall +myself select." + +He was so terrific in his rage that they dared not tell him that he had +no power, prince though he might be, to make such an election, bowed to +him, ever impassively, and with their hands still folded, unhurried as +they had come, they now turned and filed past him in departure. + +He watched them with scowling brows and tightened lips, Moniz and Nunes +silent behind him. Suddenly those dark, watchful eyes of his were held +by the last figure of all in that austere procession--a tall, gaunt +young man, whose copper-coloured skin and hawk-featured face proclaimed +his Moorish blood. Instantly, maliciously, it flashed through the +prince's boyish mind how he might make of this man an instrument to +humble the pride of that insolent clergy. He raised his hand, and +beckoned the cleric to him. + +"What is your name?" he asked him. + +"I am called Zuleyman, lord," he was answered, and the name +confirmed--where, indeed, no confirmation was necessary--the fellow's +Moorish origin. + +Affonso Henriques laughed. It would be an excellent jest to thrust upon +these arrogant priests, who refused to appoint a bishop of their choice, +a bishop who was little better than a blackamoor. + +"Don Zuleyman," said the prince, "I name you Bishop of Coimbra in the +room of the rebel who has fled. You will prepare to celebrate High Mass +this morning, and to pronounce my absolution." + +The Christianized Moor fell back a step, his face paling under its +copper skin to a sickly grey. In the background, the hindmost members of +the retreating clerical procession turned and stood at gaze, angered and +scandalized by what they heard, which was indeed a thing beyond belief. + +"Ah no, my lord! Ah no!" Don Zuleyman was faltering. "Not that!" + +The prospect terrified him, and in his agitation he had recourse to +Latin. "Domine, non sum dignus," he cried, and beat his breast. + +But the uncompromising Affonso Henriques gave him back Latin for Latin. + +"Dixi--I have spoken!" he answered sternly. "Do not fail me in +obedience, on your life." And on that he clanked out again with his +attendants, well-pleased with his morning's work. + +As he had disposed with boyish, almost irresponsible rashness, and in +flagrant contravention of all canon law, so it fell out. Don Zuleyman, +wearing the bishop's robes and the bishop's mitre, intoned the Kyrie +Eleison before noon that day in the Cathedral of Coimbra, and pronounced +the absolution of the Infante of Portugal, who knelt so submissively and +devoutly before him. + +Affonso Henriques was very pleased with himself. He made a jest of the +affair, and invited his intimates to laugh with him. But Emigio Moniz +and the elder members of his council refused to laugh. They looked with +awe upon a deed that went perilously near to sacrilege, and implored him +to take their own sober view of the thing he had done. + +"By the bones of St. James!" he cried. "A prince is not to be +brow-beaten by a priest." + +Such a view in the twelfth century was little short of revolutionary. +The chapter of the Cathedral of Coimbra held the converse opinion that +priests were not to be browbeaten by a prince, and set themselves to +make Affonso Henriques realize this to his bitter cost. They dispatched +to Rome an account of his unconscionable, high-handed, incredible +sacrilege, and invited Rome to administer condign spiritual flagellation +upon this errant child of Mother Church. Rome made haste to vindicate +her authority, and dispatched a legate to the recalcitrant, audacious +boy who ruled in Portugal. But the distance being considerable, and +means of travel inadequate and slow, it was not until Don Zuleyman had +presided in the See of Coimbra for a full two months that the Papal +Legate made his appearance in Affonso Henriques' capital. + +A very splendid Prince of the Church was Cardinal Corrado, the envoy +dispatched by Pope Honorius II., full armed with apostolic weapons to +reduce the rebellious Infante of Portugal into proper subjection. + +His approach was heralded by the voice of rumour. Affonso Henriques +heard of it without perturbation. His conscience at ease in the +absolution which he had wrung from Mother Church after his own fashion, +he was entirely absorbed in preparations for a campaign against the +Moors which was to widen his dominions. Therefore when at length the +thunderbolt descended, it fell--so far as he was concerned--from a sky +entirely clear. + +It was towards dusk of a summer evening when the legate, in a litter +slung in line between two mules, entered Coimbra. He was attended by two +nephews, Giannino and Pierluigi da Corrado, both patricians of Rome, +and a little knot of servants. Empanoplied in his sacred office, the +cardinal had no need of the protection of men-at-arms upon a journey +through god-fearing lands. + +He was borne straight to the old Moorish palace where the Infante +resided, and came upon him there amid a numerous company in the great +pillared hall. Against a background of battle trophies, livid weapons, +implements of war, and suits of mail both Saracen and Christian, with +which the bare walls were hung, moved a gaily-clad, courtly gathering of +nobles and their women-folk, when the great cardinal, clad from head to +foot in scarlet, entered unannounced. + +Laughter rippled into silence. A hush descended upon the company, which +stood now at gaze, considering the imposing and unbidden guest. Slowly +the legate, followed by the two Roman youths, advanced down the hall, +the soft pad of his slippered feet and the rustle of his silken robes +being at first the only sound. On he came, until he stood before the +shallow dais, where in a massively carved chair sat the Infante of +Portugal, mistrustfully observing him. Affonso Henriques scented here +an enemy, an ally of his mother's, the bearer of a fresh declaration of +hostilities. Therefore of deliberate purpose he kept his seat, as if to +stress the fact that here he was the master. + +"Lord Cardinal," he greeted the legate, "be welcome to my land of +Portugal." + +The cardinal bowed stiffly, resentful of this reception. In his long +journey across the Spains, princes and nobles had flocked to kiss his +hand, and bend the knee before him, seeking his blessing. Yet this +mere boy, beardless save for a silky down about his firm young cheeks, +retained his seat and greeted him with no more submissiveness than if he +had been the envoy of some temporal prince. + +"I am the representative of our Holy Father," he announced, in a voice +of stern reproof. "I am from Rome, with these my well-beloved nephews." + +"From Rome?" quoth Affonso Henriques. For all his length of limb and +massive thews he could be impish upon occasion. He was impish now. +"Although no good has ever yet come to me from Rome, you make me +hopeful. His Holiness will have heard of the preparations I am making +for a war against the Infidel that shall carry the Cross where now +stands the Crescent, and sends me perhaps, a gift of gold or assist me +in this holy work." + +The mockery of it stung the legate sharply. His sallow, ascetic face +empurpled. + +"It is not gold I bring you," he answered, "but a lesson in the faith +which you would seem to have forgotten. I am come to teach you your +Christian duty, and to require of you immediate reparation of the +sacrilegious wrongs you have done. The Holy Father demands of you the +instant re-instatement of the Bishop of Coimbra, whom you have driven +out with threats of violence, and the degradation of the cleric you +blasphemously appointed Bishop in his stead." + +"And is that all?" quoth the boy, in a voice dangerously quiet. + +"No." Fearless in his sense of right, the legate towered before him. +"It is demanded of you further that you instantly release the lady, your +mother, from the unjust confinement in which you hold her." + +"That confinement is not unjust, as all here can witness," the Infante +answered. "Rome may believe it, because lies have been carried to +Rome. Dona Theresa's life was a scandal, her regency an injustice to my +people. She and the infamous Lord of Trava lighted the torch of civil +war in these dominions. Learn here the truth, and carry it to Rome. Thus +shall you do worthy service." + +But the prelate was obstinate and proud. + +"That is not the answer that our Holy Father awaits." + +"It is the answer that I send." + +"Rash, rebellious youth, beware!" The cardinal's anger flamed up, and +his voice swelled. "I come armed with spiritual weapons of destruction. +Do not abuse the patience of Mother Church, or you shall feel the full +weight of her wrath released against you." + +Exasperated, Affonso Henriques bounded to his feet, his face livid now +with passion, his eyes ablaze. + +"Out! Away!" he cried. "Go, my lord, and go quickly, or as God watches +us I will add here and now yet another sacrilege to those of which you +accuse me." + +The prelate gathered his ample robes about him. If pale, he was entirely +calm once more. With stern dignity, he bowed to the angry youth, and +so departed, but with such outward impassivity that it would have been +difficult to say with whom lay the victory. If Affonso Henriques thought +that night that he had conquered, morning was to shatter the illusion. + +He was awakened early by a chamberlain at the urgent instances of Emigio +Moniz, who was demanding immediate audience. Affonso Henriques sat up in +bed, and bade him to be admitted. + +The elderly knight and faithful counsellor came in, treading heavily. +His swarthy face was overcast, his mouth set in stern lines under its +grizzled beard. + +"God keep you, lord," was his greeting, so lugubriously delivered as to +sound like a pious, but rather hopeless, wish. + +"And you, Emigio," answered him the Infante. "You are early astir. What +is the cause?" + +"I'll tidings, lord." He crossed the room, unlatched and flung wide a +window. "Listen," he bade the prince. + +On the still morning air arose a sound like the drone of some gigantic +hive, or of the sea when the tide is making. Affonso Henriques +recognized it for the murmur of the multitude. + +"What does it mean?" he asked, and thrust a sinewy leg from the bed. + +"It means that the Papal Legate has done all that he threatened, and +something more. He has placed your city of Coimbra under a ban of +excommunication. The churches are closed, and until the ban is lifted +no priest will be found to baptize, marry, shrive or perform any other +Sacrament of Holy Church. The people are stricken with terror, knowing +that they share the curse with you. They are massing below at the gates +of the alcazar, demanding to see you that they may implore you to lift +from them the horror of this excommunication." + +Affonso Henriques had come to his feet by now, and he stood there +staring at the old knight, his face blenched, his stout heart clutched +by fear of these impalpable, blasting weapons that were being used +against him. + +"My God!" he groaned, and asked: "What must I do?" + +Moniz was preternaturally grave. "It is of the first importance that the +people should be pacified." + +"But how?" + +"There is one way only--by a promise that you will submit to the will +of the Holy Father, and by penance seek absolution for yourself and your +city." + +A red flush swept into the young cheeks that had been so pale. + +"What?" he cried, his voice a roar. "Release my mother, depose Zuleyman, +recall that fugitive recreant who cursed me, and humble myself to seek +pardon at the hands of this insolent Italian cleric? May my bones rot, +may I roast for ever in hell-fire if I show myself such a craven! And +do you counsel it, Emigio--do you really counsel that?" He was in a +towering rage. + +"Listen to that voice," Emigio answered him, and waved a hand to the +open window. "How else will you silence it?" + +Affonso Henriques sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his head in +his hands. He was checkmated--and yet.... + +He rose and beat his hands together, summoning chamberlain and pages to +help him dress and arm. + +"Where is the legate lodged?" he asked Moniz. + +"He is gone," the knight answered him. "He left at cock-crow, taking the +road to Spain along the Mondego--so I learnt from the watch at the River +Gate." + +"How came they to open for him?" + +"His office, lord, is a key that opens all doors at any hour of day or +night. They dared not detain or delay him." + +"Ha!" grunted the Infante. "We will go after him, then." And he made +haste to complete his dressing. Then he buckled on his great sword, and +they departed. + +In the courtyard of the alcazar, he summoned Sancho Nunes and a +half-dozen men-at-arms to attend him, mounted a charger and with Emigio +Moniz at his side and the others following, he rode out across the +draw-bridge into the open space that was thronged with the clamant +inhabitants of the stricken city. + +A great cry went up when he showed himself--a mighty appeal to him for +mercy and the remission of the curse. Then silence fell, a silence that +invited him to answer and give comfort. + +He reined in his horse, and standing in his stirrups very tall and +virile, he addressed them. + +"People of Coimbra," he announced, "I go to obtain this city's +absolution from the ban that has been laid upon it. I shall return +before sunset. Till then do you keep the peace." + +The voice of the multitude was raised again, this time to hail him as +the father and protector of the Portuguese, and to invoke the blessing +of Heaven upon his handsome head. + +Riding between Moniz and Nunes, and followed by his glittering +men-at-arms, he crossed the city and took the road along the river by +which it was known that the legate had departed. All that morning +they rode briskly amain, the Infante fasting, as he had risen, yet +unconscious of hunger and of all else but the purpose that was consuming +him. He rode in utter silence, his face set, his brows stern; and Moniz, +watching him furtively the while, wondered what thoughts were stirring +in that rash, impetuous young brain, and was afraid. + +Towards noon at last they overtook the legate's party. They espied his +mule-litter at the door of an inn in a little village some ten miles +beyond the foothills of the Bussaco range. The Infante reined up +sharply, a hoarse, fierce cry escaping him, akin to that of some +creature of the wild when it espies its prey. + +Moniz put forth a hand to seize his arm. + +"My lord, my lord," he cried, fearfully. "What is your purpose?" + +The prince looked him between the eyes, and his lips curled in a smile +that was not altogether sweet. + +"I am going to beg Cardinal Corrado to have compassion on me," he +answered, subtly mocking, and on that he swung down from his horse, and +tossed the reins to a man-at-arms. + +Into the inn he clanked, Moniz and Nunes following closely. He thrust +aside the vintner who, not knowing him, would have hindered him, great +lord though he seemed, from disturbing the holy guest who was honouring +the house. He strode on, and into the room where the Cardinal with his +noble nephews sat at dinner. + +At sight of him, fearing violence, Giannino and Pierluigi came instantly +to their feet, their hands upon their daggers. But Cardinal da Corrado +sat unmoved. He looked up, a smile of ineffable gentleness upon his +ascetic face. + +"I had hoped that you would come after me, my son," he said. "If you +come a penitent, then has my prayer been heard." + +"A penitent!" cried Affonso Henriques. He laughed wickedly, and plucked +his dagger from its sheath. + +Sancho Nunes, in terror, set a detaining hand upon his prince's arm. + +"My lord," he cried in a voice that shook, "you will not strike the +Lord's anointed--that were to destroy yourself for ever." + +"A curse," said Affonso Henriques, "perishes with him that uttered it." +He could reason loosely, you see, this hot-blooded, impetuous young +cutter of Gordian knots. "And it imports above all else that the curse +should be lifted from my city of Coimbra." + +"It shall be, my son, as soon as you show penitence and a Christian +submission to the Holy Father's will," said the undaunted Cardinal. + +"God give me patience with you," Affonso Henriques answered him. "Listen +to me now, lord Cardinal." And he leaned forward on his dagger, burying +the point of it some inches into the deal table. "That you should punish +me with the weapons of the Faith for the sins that you allege against me +I can understand and suffer. There is reason in that, perhaps. But will +you tell me what reasons there can be in punishing a whole city for an +offence which, if it exists at all, is mine alone?--and in punishing it +by a curse so terrible that all the consolations of religion are denied +those true children of Mother Church, that no priestly office may be +performed within the city, that men and women may not approach the +altars of the Faith, that they must die unshriven with their sins upon +them, and so be damned through all eternity? Where is the reason that +urges this?" + +The cardinal's smile had changed from one of benignity to one of guile. + +"Why, I will answer you. Out of their terror they will be moved to +revolt against you, unless you relieve them of the ban. Thus, Lord +Prince, I hold you in check. You make submission or else you are +destroyed." + +Affonso Henriques considered him a moment. "You answer me indeed," +said he, and then his voice swelled up in denunciation. "But this is +statecraft, not religion. And when a prince has no statecraft to match +that which is opposed to him, do you know what follows? He has recourse +to force, Lord Cardinal. You compel me to it; upon your own head the +consequences." + +The legate almost sneered. "What is the force of your poor lethal +weapons compared with the spiritual power I wield? Do you threaten me +with death? Do you think I fear it?" He rose in a surge of sudden wrath, +and tore open his scarlet robe. "Strike here with your poniard. I +wear no mail. Strike if you dare, and by the sacrilegious blow destroy +yourself in this world and the next." + +The Infante considered him. Slowly he sheathed his dagger, smiling a +little. Then he beat his hands together. His men-at-arms came in. + +"Seize me those two Roman whelps," he commanded, and pointed to Giannino +and Pierlulgi. "Seize them, and make them fast. About it!" + +"Lord Prince!" cried the legate in a voice of appeal, wherein fear and +anger trembled. + +It was the note of fear that heartened Affonso Henriques. "About it!" +he cried again, though needlessly, for already his men-at-arms were +at grips with the Cardinal's nephews. In a trice the kicking, biting, +swearing pair were overpowered, deprived of arms, and pinioned. The men +looked to their prince for further orders. In the background Moniz and +Nunes witnessed all with troubled countenances, whilst the Cardinal, +beyond the table, white to the lips, demanded in a quavering voice to +know what violence was intended, implored the Infante to consider, +and in the same breath threatened him with dread consequences of this +affront. + +Affonso Henriques, unmoved, pointed through the window to a stalwart oak +that stood before the inn. + +"Take them out there, and hang them unshriven," he commanded. + +The Cardinal swayed, and almost fell forward. He clutched the table, +speechless with terror for those lads who were as the very apple of his +eye, he who so fearlessly had bared his own breast to the steel. + +The two comely Italian youths were dragged out writhing in their +captors' hands. + +At last the half-swooning legate found his voice. "Lord Prince," he +gasped. "Lord Prince... you cannot do this infamy! You cannot! I warn +you that... that..." The threat perished unuttered, slain by mounting +terror. "Mercy! Have mercy, lord! as you hope for mercy!" + +"What mercy do you practice, you who preach a gospel of mercy in the +world, and cry for mercy now?" the Infante asked him. + +"But this is an infamy! What harm have those poor children done? What +concern is it of theirs that I have offended you in performing my sacred +duty?" + +Swift into that opening flashed the home-thrust of the Infante's answer. + +"What harm have my people of Coimbra done? What concern is it of theirs +that I have offended you? Yet to master me you did not hesitate to +strike at them with the spiritual weapons that are yours. To master you +I do not hesitate to strike at your nephews with the lethal weapons that +are mine. When you shall have seen them hang you will understand the +things that argument could not make clear to you. In the vileness of my +act you will see a reflection of the vileness of your own, and perhaps +your heart will be touched, your monstrous pride abated." + +Outside, under the tree, the figures of the men-at-arms were moving. +Expeditiously, and with indifference, they went about the preparations +for the task entrusted to them. + +The Cardinal writhed, and fought for breath. "Lord Prince, this must +not be!" He stretched forth supplicating hands. "Lord Prince, you must +release my nephews." + +"Lord Cardinal, you must absolve my people." + +"If... if you will first make submission. My duty... to the Holy See... +Oh God! Will nothing move you?" + +"When they have been hanged you will understand, and out of your own +affliction learn compassion." The Infante's voice was so cold, his +mien so resolute that the legate despaired of conquering his purpose. +Abruptly he capitulated, even as the halters went about the necks of his +two cherished lads. + +"Stop!" he screamed. "Bid them stop! The curse shall be lifted." + +Affonso Henriques opened the window with a leisureliness which to the +legate seemed to belong to the realm of nightmare. + +"Wait yet a moment," the Infante called to those outside, about whom by +now a little knot of awe-stricken villagers had gathered. Then he +turned again to Cardinal Corrado, who had sunk to his chair like a man +exhausted, and sat now panting, his elbows on the table, his head in his +hands. "Here," said the prince, "are the terms upon which you may have +their lives: Complete absolution, and Apostolic benediction for my +people and myself this very night, I on my side making submission to +the Holy Father's will to the extent of releasing my mother from duress, +with the condition that she leaves Portugal at once and does not return. +As for the banished bishop and his successor, matters must remain as +they are; but you can satisfy your conscience on that score by yourself +confirming the appointment of Don Zuleyman. Come, my lord, I am being +generous, I think. In the enlargement of my mother I afford you the +means of satisfying Rome. If you have learnt your lesson from what I +here proposed, your conscience should satisfy you of the rest." + +"Be it so," the Cardinal answered hoarsely. "I will return with you to +Coimbra and do your will." + +Thereupon, without any tinge of mockery, but in completest sincerity +in token that the feud between them was now completely healed, Affonso +Henriques went down upon his knees, like the true and humble son of Holy +Church he accounted himself, to ask a blessing at the Cardinal's hands. + + + + + + +II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + +Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + +The news of it first reached him whilst he sat at supper in the great +hall of his palace in the Kremlin. It came at a time when already there +was enough to distract his mind; for although the table before him was +spread and equipped as became an emperor's, the gaunt spectre of famine +stalked outside in the streets of Moscow, and men and women were so +reduced by it that cannibalism was alleged to be breaking out amongst +them. + +Alone, save for the ministering pages, sat Boris Godunov under the iron +lamps that made of the table, with its white napery and vessels of +gold and silver plate, an island of light in the gloom of that vast +apartment. The air was fragrant with the scent of burning pine, for +although the time of year was May, the nights were chill, and a great +log-fire was blazing on the distant hearth. To him, as he sat there, +came his trusted Basmanov with those tidings which startled him at +first, seeming to herald that at last the sword of Nemesis was swung +above his sinful head. + +Basmanov, a flush tinting the prominent cheek-bones of his sallow face, +an excited glitter in his long eyes, began by ordering the pages out of +earshot, then leaning forward quickly muttered forth his news. + +At the first words of it, the Tsar's knife clashed into his golden +platter, and his short, powerful hands clutched the carved arms of +his great gilded chair. Quickly he controlled himself, and then as he +continued to listen he was moved to scorn, and a faint smile began to +stir under his grizzled beard. + +A man had appeared in Poland--such was the burden of Basmanov's +story--coming none knew exactly whence, who claimed to be Demetrius, the +son of Ivan Vassielivitch, and lawful Tsar of Russia--Demetrius, who +was believed to have died at Uglich ten years ago, and whose remains +lay buried in Moscow, in the Church of St. Michael. This man had found +shelter in Lithuania, in the house of Prince Wisniowiecki, and thither +the nobles of Poland were now flocking to do him homage, acknowledging +him the son of Ivan the Terrible. He was said to be the living image +of the dead Tsar, save that he was swarthy and black-haired, like the +dowager Tsarina, and there were two warts on his face, such as it was +remembered had disfigured the countenance of the boy Demetrius. + +Thus Basmanov, adding that he had dispatched a messenger into Lithuania +to obtain more precise confirmation of the story. That messenger--chosen +in consequence of something else that Basmanov had been told--was +Smirnoy Otrepiev. + +The Tsar Boris sat back in his chair, his eyes on the gem encrusted +goblet, the stem of which his fingers were mechanically turning. There +was now no vestige of the smile on his round white face. It had grown +set and thoughtful. + +"Find Prince Shuiski," he said presently, "and send him to me here." + +Upon the tale the boyar had brought him he offered now no comment. + +"We will talk of this again, Basmanov," was all he said in +acknowledgment that he had heard, and in dismissal. + +But when the boyar had gone, Boris Godunov heaved himself to his feet, +and strode over to the fire, his great head sunk between his massive +shoulders. He was a short, thick-set, bow-legged man, inclining to +corpulence. He set a foot, shod in red leather reversed with ermine, +upon an andiron, and, leaning an elbow on the carved overmantel, rested +his brow against his hand. His eyes stared into the very heart of the +fire, as if they beheld there the pageant of the past, upon which his +mind was bent. + +Nineteen years were sped since Ivan the Terrible had passed away, +leaving two sons, Feodor Ivanovitch, who had succeeded him, and the +infant Demetrius. Feodor, a weakling who was almost imbecile, had +married Irene, the daughter of Boris Godunov, whereby it had fallen out +that Boris became the real ruler of Russia, the power behind the throne. +But his insatiable ambition coveted still more. He must wear the crown +as well as wield the sceptre; and this could not be until the Ruric +dynasty which had ruled Russia for nearly seven centuries should be +stamped out. Between himself and the throne stood his daughter's husband +and their child, and the boy Demetrius, who had been dispatched with his +mother, the dowager Tsarina, to Uglich. The three must be removed. + +Boris began with the last, and sought at first to drive him out of +the succession without bloodshed. He attempted to have him pronounced +illegitimate, on the ground that he was the son of Ivan's seventh +wife (the orthodox Church recognizing no wife as legitimate beyond the +third). But in this he failed. The memory of the terrible Tsar, the +fear of him, was still alive in superstitious Russia, and none dared to +dishonour his son. So Boris had recourse to other and surer means. He +dispatched his agents to Uglich, and presently there came thence a story +that the boy, whilst playing with a knife, had been taken with a fit of +epilepsy, and had fallen, running the blade into his throat. But it was +not a story that could carry conviction to the Muscovites, since with it +came the news that the town of Uglich had risen against the emissaries +of Boris, charging them with the murder of the boy, and killing them out +of hand. + +Terrible had been the vengeance which Boris had exacted. Of the luckless +inhabitants of the town two hundred were put to death by his orders, +and the rest sent into banishment beyond the Ural Mountains, whilst +the Tsarina Maria, Demetrius's mother, for having said that her boy was +murdered at the instigation of Boris, was packed off to a convent, and +had remained there ever since in close confinement. + +That had been in 1591. The next to go was Feodor's infant son, and +lastly--in 1598--Feodor himself, succumbing to a mysterious illness, and +leaving Boris a clear path to the throne. But he ascended it under the +burden of his daughter's curse. Feodor's widow had boldly faced her +father, boldly accused him of poisoning her husband to gratify his +remorseless ambitions, and on a passionate appeal to God to let it be +done by him as he had done by others she had departed to a convent, +swearing never to set eyes upon him again. + +The thought of her was with him now, as he stood there looking into +the heart of the fire; and perhaps it was the memory of her curse that +turned his stout heart to water, and made him afraid where there could +surely be no cause for fear. For five years now had he been Tsar of +Russia, and in these five years he had taken such a grip of power as was +not lightly to be loosened. + +Long he stood there, and there he was found by the magnificent Prince +Shuiski, whom he had bidden Basmanov to summon. + +"You went to Uglich when the Tsarevitch Demetrius was slain," said +Boris. His voice and mien were calm and normal. "Yourself you saw the +body. There is no possibility that you could have been mistaken in it?" + +"Mistaken?" The boyar was taken aback by the question. He was a tall +man, considerably younger than Boris, who was in his fiftieth year. His +face was lean and saturnine, and there was something sinister in the +dark, close-set eyes under a single, heavy line of eyebrow. + +Boris explained his question, telling him what he had learnt from +Basmanov. Basil Shuiski laughed. The story was an absurd one. Demetrius +was dead. Himself he had held the body in his arms, and no mistake was +possible. + +Despite himself, a sigh of relief fluttered from the lips of Boris. +Shuiski was right. It was an absurd story, this. There was nothing to +fear. He had been a fool to have trembled for a moment. + +Nevertheless, in the weeks that followed, he brooded more and more over +all that Basmanov had said. It was in the thought that the nobility of +Poland was flocking to the house of Wisniowiecki to do honour to this +false son of Ivan the Terrible, that Boris found the chief cause of +uneasiness. There was famine in Moscow, and empty bellies do not make +for loyalty. Then, too, the Muscovite nobles did not love him. He had +ruled too sternly, and had curbed their power. There were men like Basil +Shuiski who knew too much--greedy, ambitious men, who might turn +their knowledge to evil account. The moment might be propitious to +the pretender, however false his claim. Therefore Boris dispatched a +messenger to Wisniowiecki with the offer of a heavy bribe if he would +yield up the person of this false Demetrius. + +But that messenger returned empty-handed. He had reached Bragin too +late. The pretender had already left the place, and was safely lodged +in the castle of George Mniszek, the Palatine of Sandomir, to whose +daughter Maryna he was betrothed. If these were ill tidings for Boris, +there were worse to follow soon. Within a few months he learned from +Sandomir that Demetrius had removed to Cracow, and that there he had +been publicly acknowledged by Sigismund III. of Poland as the son of +Ivan Vassielivitch, the rightful heir to the crown of Russia. He +heard, too, the story upon which this belief was founded. Demetrius had +declared that one of the agents employed by Boris Godunov to procure +his murder at Uglich had bribed his physician Simon to perform the deed. +Simon had pretended to agree as the only means of saving him. He had +dressed the son of a serf, who slightly resembled Demetrius, in garments +similar to those worn by the young prince, and thereafter cut the lad's +throat, leaving those who had found the body to presume it to be +the prince's. Meanwhile, Demetrius himself had been concealed by the +physician, and very shortly thereafter carried away from Uglich, to be +placed in safety in a monastery, where he had been educated. + +Such, in brief, was the story with which Demetrius convinced the court +of Poland, and not a few who had known the boy at Uglich came forward +now to identify with him the grown man, who carried in his face so +strong a resemblance to Ivan the Terrible. That story which Boris now +heard was soon heard by all Russia, and Boris realized that something +must be done to refute it. + +But something more than assurances--his own assurances--were necessary +if the Muscovites were to believe him. And so at last Boris bethought +him of the Tsarina Maria, the mother of the murdered boy. He had her +fetched to Moscow from her convent, and told her of this pretender who +was setting up a claim to the throne of Russia, supported by the King of +Poland. + +She listened impassively, standing before him in the black robes and +conventual coif which his tyranny had imposed upon her. When he had +done, a faint smile swept over the face that had grown so hard in these +last twelve years since that day when her boy had been slain almost +under her very eyes. + +"It is a circumstantial tale," she said. "It is perhaps true. It is +probably true." + +"True!" He bounded from his seat. "True? What are you saying, woman? +Yourself you saw the boy dead." + +"I did, and I know who killed him." + +"But you saw him. You recognized him for your own, since you set the +people on to kill those whom you believed had slain him." + +"Yes," she answered. And added the question: "What do you want of me +now?" + +"What do I want?" He was amazed that she should ask, exasperated. Had +the conventual confinement turned her head? "I want your testimony. I +want you to denounce this fellow for the impostor that he is. The people +will believe you." + +"You think they will?" Interest had kindled in her glance. + +"What else? Are you not the mother of Demetrius, and shall not a mother +know her own son?" + +"You forget. He was ten years of age then--a child. Now he is a grown +man of three-and-twenty. How can I be sure? How can I be sure of +anything?" + +He swore a full round oath at her. "Because you saw him dead." + +"Yet I may have been mistaken. I thought I knew the agents of yours +who killed him. Yet you made me swear--as the price of my brothers' +lives--that I was mistaken. Perhaps I was more mistaken than we thought. +Perhaps my little Demetrius was not slain at all. Perhaps this man's +tale is true." + +"Perhaps..." He broke off to stare at her, mistrustfully, searchingly. +"What do you mean?" he asked her sharply. + +Again that wan smile crossed the hard, sharp-featured face that once had +been so lovely. "I mean that if the devil came out of hell and called +himself my son, I should acknowledge him to your undoing." + +Thus the pent-up hate and bitterness of years of brooding upon her +wrongs broke forth. Taken aback, he quailed before it. His jaw dropped +foolishly, and he stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes. + +"The people will believe me, you say--they will believe that a mother +should know her own son. Then are your hours of usurpation numbered." + +If for a moment it appalled him, yet in the end, forewarned, he was +forearmed. It was foolish of her to let him look upon the weapon with +which she could destroy him. The result of it was that she went back to +her convent under close guard, and was thereafter confined with greater +rigour than hitherto. + +Desperately Boris heard how the belief in Demetrius was gaining ground +in Russia with the people. The nobles might still be sceptical, but +Boris knew that he could not trust them, since they had no cause to love +him. He began perhaps to realize that it is not good to rule by fear. + +And then at last came Smirnoy Otrepiev back from Cracow, where he had +been sent by Basmanov to obtain with his own eyes confirmation of the +rumour which had reached the boyar on the score of the pretender's real +identity. + +The rumour, he declared, was right. The false Demetrius was none other +than his own nephew, Grishka Otrepiev, who had once been a monk, but, +unfrocked, had embraced the Roman heresy, and had abandoned himself to +licentious ways. You realize now why Smirnoy had been chosen by Basmanov +for this particular mission. + +The news heartened Boris. At last he could denounce the impostor in +proper terms, and denounce him he did. He sent an envoy to Sigismund +III. to proclaim the fellow's true identity, and to demand his expulsion +from the Kingdom of Poland; and his denunciation was supported by a +solemn excommunication pronounced by the Patriarch of Moscow against +the unfrocked monk, Grishka Otrepiev, who now falsely called himself +Demetrius Ivanovitch. + +But the denunciation did not carry the conviction that Boris expected. +It was reported that the Tsarevitch was a courtly, accomplished man, +speaking Polish and Latin, as well as Russian, skilled in horsemanship +and in the use of arms, and it was asked how an unfrocked monk had come +by these accomplishments. Moreover, although Boris, fore-warned, had +prevented the Tsarina Maria from supporting the pretender out of motives +of revenge, he had forgotten her two brothers; he had not foreseen that, +actuated by the same motives, they might do that which he had prevented +her from doing. This was what occurred. The brothers Nagoy repaired +to Cracow publicly to acknowledge Demetrius their nephew, and to enrol +themselves under his banner. + +Against this Boris realized that mere words were useless. The sword of +Nemesis was drawn indeed. His sins had found him out. Nothing remained +him but to arm and go forth to meet the impostor, who was advancing upon +Moscow with a great host of Poles and Cossacks. + +He appraised the support of the Nagoys at its right value. They, too, +had been at Uglich, and had seen the dead boy, almost seen him slain. +Vengeance upon himself was their sole motive. But was it possible that +Sigismund of Poland was really deceived, as well as the Palatine of +Sandomir, whose daughter was betrothed to the adventurer, Prince Adam +Wisniowiecki, in whose house the false Demetrius had first made his +appearance, and all those Polish nobles who flocked to his banner? Or +were they, too, moved by some ulterior motive which he could not fathom? + +That was the riddle that plagued Boris Godunov what time--in the winter +of 1604--he sent his armies to meet the invader. He sent them because, +crippled now by gout, even the satisfaction of leading them was denied +him. He was forced to stay at home in the gloomy apartments of the +Kremlin, fretted by care, with the ghosts of his evil past to keep him +company, and assure him that the hour of judgment was at hand. + +With deepening rage he heard how town after town capitulated to the +adventurer, and mistrusting Basmanov, who was in command, he sent +Shuiski to replace him. In January of 1605 the armies met at Dobrinichi, +and Demetrius suffered a severe defeat, which compelled him to fall back +on Putioli. He lost all his infantry, and every Russian taken in arms on +the pretender's side was remorselessly hanged as Boris had directed. + +Hope began to revive in the heart of Boris; but as months passed and +no decision came, those hopes faded again, and the canker of the past +gnawed at his vitals and sapped his strength. And then there was ever +present to his mind the nightmare riddle of the pretender's identity. At +last, one evening in April, he sent for Smirnoy Otrepiev to question him +again concerning that nephew of his. Otrepiev came in fear this time. It +is not good to be the uncle of a man who is giving so much trouble to a +great prince. + +Boris glared at him from blood-injected eyes. His round, white face +was haggard, his cheeks sagged, and his fleshly body had lost all its +erstwhile firm vigour. + +"I have sent for you to question you again," he said, "touching this +lewd nephew of yours, this Grishka Otrepiev, this unfrocked monk, who +claims to be Tsar of Muscovy. Are you sure, man, that you have made no +mistake--are you sure?" + +Otrepiev was shaken by the Tsar's manner, by the ferocity of his mien. +But he made answer: "Alas, Highness! I could not be mistaken. I am +sure." + +Boris grunted, and moved his body irritably in his chair. His terrible +eyes watched Otrepiev mistrustfully. He had reached the mental stage in +which he mistrusted everything and everybody. + +"You lie, you dog," he snarled savagely. + +"Highness, I swear..." + +"Lies!" Boris roared him down. "And here's the proof. Would Sigismund of +Poland have acknowledged him had he been what you say? When I denounced +him the unfrocked monk Grishka Otrepiev, would not Sigismund have +verified the statement had it been true?" + +"The brothers Nagoy, the uncles of the dead Demetrius..." Otrepiev was +beginning, when again Boris interrupted him. + +"Their acknowledgment of him came after Sigismund's, after--long +after--my denunciation." He broke into oaths. "I say you lie. Will you +stand there and pelter with me, man? Will you wait until the rack pulls +you joint from joint before you speak the truth?" + +"Highness!" cried Otrepiev, "I have served you faithfully these years." + +"The truth, man; as you hope for life," thundered the Tsar, "the whole +truth of this foul nephew of yours, if so be he is your nephew." + +And Otrepiev spoke the whole truth at last in his great dread. "He is +not my nephew." + +"Not?" It was a roar of rage. "You dared lie to me?" + +Otrepiev's knees were loosened by terror, and he went down upon them +before the irate Tsar. + +"I did not lie--not altogether. I told you a half-truth, Highness. His +name is Grishka Otrepiev; it is the name by which he always has been +known, and he is an unfrocked monk, all as I said, and the son of my +brother's wife." + +"Then... then..." Boris was bewildered. Suddenly he understood. "And his +father?" + +"Was Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. Grishka Otrepiev is King Stephen's +natural son." + +Boris seemed to fight for breath for a moment. + +"This is true?" he asked, and himself answered the question. "Of course +it is true. It is the light at last... at last. You may go." + +Otrepiev stumbled out, thankful, surprised to escape so lightly. He +could not know of how little account to Boris was the deception he had +practiced in comparison with the truth he had now revealed, a truth +that shed a fearful, dazzling light upon the dark mystery of the false +Demetrius. The problem that so long had plagued the Tsar was solved at +last. + +This pretended Demetrius, this unfrocked monk, was a natural son of +Stephen Bathory, and a Roman Catholic. Such men as Sigismund of Poland +and the Voyvode of Sandomir were not deceived on the score of his +identity. They, and no doubt other of the leading nobles of Poland, +knew the man for what he was, and because of it supported him, using the +fiction of his being Demetrius Ivanovitch to impose upon the masses, and +facilitate the pretenders occupation of the throne of Russia. And the +object of it was to set up in Muscovy a ruler who should be a Pole and +a Roman Catholic. Boris knew the bigotry of Sigismund, who already had +sacrificed a throne--that of Sweden--to his devout conscience, and he +saw clearly to the heart of this intrigue. Had he not heard that a +Papal Nuncio had been at Cracow, and that this Nuncio had been a stout +supporter of the pretender's claim? What could be the Pope's concern in +the Muscovite succession? Why should a Roman priest support the claim of +a prince to the throne of a country devoted to the Greek faith? + +At last all was clear indeed to Boris. Rome was at the bottom of this +business, whose true aim was the Romanization of Russia; and Sigismund +had fetched Rome into it, had set Rome on. Himself an elected King of +Poland, Sigismund may have seen in the ambitious son of Stephen Bathory +one who might perhaps supplant him on the Polish throne. To divert +his ambition into another channel he had fathered--if he had not +invented--this fiction that the pretender was the dead Demetrius. + +Had that fool Smirnoy Otrepiev but dealt frankly with him from the +first, what months of annoyance might he not have been spared; how easy +it might have been to prick this bubble of imposture. But better late +than never. To-morrow he would publish the true facts, and all the world +should know the truth; and it was a truth that must give pause to those +fools in this superstitious Russia, so devoted to the Orthodox Greek +Church, who favoured the pretender. They should see the trap that was +being baited for them. + +There was a banquet in the Kremlin that night to certain foreign envoys, +and Boris came to table in better spirits than he had been for many +a day. He was heartened by the thought of what was now to do, by the +conviction that he held the false Demetrius in the hollow of his hand. +There to those envoys he would announce to-night what to-morrow he would +announce to all Russia--tell them of the discovery he had made, and +reveal to his subjects the peril in which they stood. Towards the close +of the banquet he rose to address his guests, announcing that he had +an important communication for them. In silence they waited for him to +speak. And then, abruptly, with no word yet spoken, he sank back into +his chair, fighting for breath, clawing the air, his face empurpling +until suddenly the blood gushed copiously from his mouth and nostrils. + +He was vouchsafed time in which to strip off his splendid apparel and +wrap himself in a monk's robe, thus symbolizing the putting aside of +earthly vanities, and then he expired. + +It has been now and then suggested that he was poisoned. His death +was certainly most opportune to Demetrius. But there is nothing in the +manner of it to justify the opinion that it resulted from anything other +than an apoplexy. + +His death brought the sinister opportunist Shuiski back to Moscow to +place Boris's son Feodor on the throne. But the reign of this lad of +sixteen was very brief. Basmanov, who had gone back to the army, being +now inspired by jealousy and fear of the ambitious Shuiski, went over +at once to the pretender, and proclaimed him Tsar of Russia. Thereafter +events moved swiftly. Basmanov marched on Moscow, entered it in triumph, +and again proclaimed Demetrius, whereupon the people rose in revolt +against the son of the usurper Boris, stormed the Kremlin, and strangled +the boy and his mother. + +Basil Shuiski would have shared their fate had he not bought his life at +the price of betrayal. Publicly he declared to the Muscovites that the +boy whose body he had seen at Uglich was not that of Demetrius, but of a +peasant's son, who had been murdered in his stead. + +That statement cleared the last obstacle from the pretender's path, and +he advanced now to take possession of his throne. Yet before he occupied +it, he showed the real principles that actuated him, proved how true had +been Boris's conclusion. He ordered the arrest and degradation of the +Patriarch who had denounced and excommunicated him, and in his place +appointed Ignatius, Bishop of Riazan, a man suspected of belonging to +the Roman communion. + +On the 30th of June of that year 1605, Demetrius made his triumphal +entry into Moscow. He went to prostrate himself before the tomb of Ivan +the Terrible, and then to visit the Tsarina Maria, who, after a brief +communion with him in private, came forth publicly to acknowledge him as +her son. + +Just as Shuiski had purchased his life by a falsehood, so did she +purchase her enlargement from that convent where so long she had been +a prisoner, and restoration to the rank that was her proper due. After +all, she had cause for gratitude to Demetrius, who, in addition to +restoring her these things, had avenged her upon the hated Boris +Godunov. + +His coronation followed in due season, and at last this amazing +adventurer found himself firmly seated upon the throne of Russia, with +Basmanov at his right hand to help and guide him. And at first all went +well, and the young Tsar earned a certain measure of popularity. If his +swarthy face was coarse-featured, yet his bearing was so courtly and +gracious that he won his way quickly to the hearts of his people. For +the rest he was of a tall, graceful figure, a fine horseman, and of a +knightly address at arms. + +But he soon found himself in the impossible position of having to serve +two masters. On the one hand there was Russia, and the orthodox Russians +whose tsar he was, and on the other there were the Poles, who had made +him so at a price, and who now demanded payment. Because he saw that +this payment would be difficult and fraught with peril to himself +he would--after the common wont of princes who have attained their +objects--have repudiated the debt. And so he was disposed to ignore, or +at least to evade, the persistent reminders that reached him from the +Papal Nuncio, to whom he had promised the introduction into Russia of +the Roman faith. + +But presently came a letter from Sigismund couched in different terms. +The King of Poland wrote to Demetrius that word had reached him that +Boris Godunov was still alive, and that he had taken refuge in England, +adding that he might be tempted to restore the fugitive to the throne of +Muscovy. + +The threat contained in that bitter piece of sarcasm aroused Demetrius +to a sense of the responsibilities he had undertaken, which were +precisely as Boris Godunov had surmised. As a beginning he granted the +Jesuits permission to build a church within the sacred walls of the +Kremlin, whereby he gave great scandal. Soon followed other signs that +he was not a true son of the Orthodox Greek Church; he gave offence by +his indifference to public worship, by his neglect of Russian customs, +and by surrounding himself with Roman Catholic Poles, upon whom he +conferred high offices and dignities. + +And there were those at hand ready to stir up public feeling against +him, resentful boyars quick to suspect that perhaps they had been +swindled. Foremost among these was the sinister turncoat Shuiski, +who had not derived from his perjury all the profit he expected, +who resented, above all, to see Basmanov--who had ever been his +rival--invested with a power second only to that of the Tsar himself. +Shuiski, skilled in intrigue, went to work in his underground, burrowing +fashion. He wrought upon the clergy, who in their turn wrought upon the +populace, and presently all was seething disaffection under a surface +apparently calm. + +The eruption came in the following May, when Maryna, the daughter of +the Palatine of Sandomir, made her splendid entry into Moscow, the +bride-elect of the young Tsar. The dazzling procession and the feasting +that followed found little favour in the eyes of the Muscovites, who now +beheld their city aswarm with heretic Poles. + +The marriage was magnificently solemnized on the 18th of May, 1606. +And now Shuiski applied a match to the train he had so skilfully laid. +Demetrius had caused a timber fort to be built before the walls +of Moscow for a martial spectacle which he had planned for the +entertainment of his bride. Shuiski put it abroad that the fort was +intended to serve as an engine of destruction, and that the martial +spectacle was a pretence, the real object being that from the fort the +Poles were to cast firebrands into the city, and then proceed to the +slaughter of the inhabitants. + +No more was necessary to infuriate an already exasperated populace. +They flew to arms, and on the night of the 29th of May they stormed +the Kremlin, led on by the arch-traitor Shuiski himself, to the cry of +"Death to the heretic! Death to the impostor!" + +They broke into the palace, and swarmed up the stairs into the Tsar's +bedchamber, slaying the faithful Basmanov, who stood sword in hand to +bar the way and give his master time to escape. The Tsar leapt from +a balcony thirty feet to the ground, broke his leg, and lay there +helpless, to be dispatched by his enemies, who presently discovered him. + +He died firmly and fearlessly protesting that he was Demetrius +Ivanovitch. Nevertheless, he was Grishka Otrepiev, the unfrocked monk. + +It has been said that he was no more than an instrument in the hands of +priestcraft, and that because he played his part badly he met his +doom. But something more he was. He was an instrument indeed, not of +priestcraft, but of Fate, to bring home to Boris Godunov the hideous +sins that stained his soul, and to avenge his victims by personating one +of them. In that personation he had haunted Boris as effectively as if +he had been the very ghost of the boy murdered at Uglich, haunted and +tortured, and finally broken him so that he died. + +That was the part assigned him by Fate in the mysterious scheme of human +things. And that part being played, the rest mattered little. In the +nature of him and of his position it was impossible that his imposture +should be other than ephemeral. + + + + + + +III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + +An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville + +Apprehension hung like a thundercloud over the city of Seville in those +early days of the year 1481. It had been growing since the previous +October, when the Cardinal of Spain and Frey Tomas de Torquemada, +acting jointly on behalf of the Sovereigns--Ferdinand and Isabella--had +appointed the first inquisitors for Castile, ordering them to set up a +Tribunal of the Faith in Seville, to deal with the apostatizing said to +be rampant among the New-Christians, or baptized Jews, who made up so +large a proportion of the population. + +Among the many oppressive Spanish enactments against the Children +of Israel, it was prescribed that all should wear the distinguishing +circlet of red cloth on the shoulder of their gabardines; that they +should reside within the walled confines of their ghettos and never be +found beyond them after nightfall, and that they should not practice as +doctors, surgeons, apothecaries, or innkeepers. The desire to emancipate +themselves from these and other restrictions upon their commerce with +Christians and from the generally intolerable conditions of bondage +and ignominy imposed upon them, had driven many to accept baptism and +embrace Christianity. + +But even such New-Christians as were sincere in their professions of +faith failed to find in this baptism the peace they sought. Bitter +racial hostility, though sometimes tempered, was never extinguished by +their conversion. + +Hence the alarm with which they viewed the gloomy, funereal, sinister +pageant--the white-robed, black-mantled and hooded inquisitors, with +their attendant familiars and barefoot friars--headed by a Dominican +bearing the white Cross, which invaded the city of Seville one day +towards the end of December and took its way to the Convent of St. Paul, +there to establish the Holy Office of the Inquisition. The fear of the +New-Christians that they were to be the object of the attentions of this +dread tribunal had sufficed to drive some thousands of them out of the +city, to seek refuge in such feudal lordships as those of the Duke of +Medina Sidonia, the Marquis of Cadiz, and the Count of Arcos. + +This exodus had led to the publication by the newly appointed +inquisitors of the edict of 2nd January, in which they set forth +that inasmuch as it had come to their knowledge that many persons had +departed out of Seville in fear of prosecution upon grounds of heretical +pravity, they commanded the nobles of the Kingdom of Castile that within +fifteen days they should make an exact return of the persons of both +sexes who had sought refuge in their lordships or jurisdictions; that +they arrest all these and lodge them in the prison of the Inquisition in +Seville, confiscating their property, and holding it at the disposal +of the inquisitors; that none should shelter any fugitive under pain +of greater excommunication and of other penalties by law established +against abettors of heretics. + +The harsh injustice that lay in this call to arrest men and women merely +because they had departed from Seville before departure was in any way +forbidden, revealed the severity with which the inquisitors intended to +proceed. It completed the consternation of the New-Christians who had +remained behind, and how numerous these were may be gathered from the +fact that in the district of Seville alone they numbered a hundred +thousand, many of them occupying, thanks to the industry and talent +characteristic of their race, positions of great eminence. It even +disquieted the well-favoured young Don Rodrigo de Cardona, who in all +his vain, empty, pampered and rather vicious life had never yet known +perturbation. Not that he was a New-Christian. He was of a lineage that +went back to the Visigoths, of purest red Castilian blood, untainted by +any strain of that dark-hued, unclean fluid alleged to flow in Hebrew +veins. But it happened that he was in love with the daughter of the +millionaire Diego de Susan, a girl whose beauty was so extraordinary +that she was known throughout Seville and for many a mile around as +la Hermosa Fembra; and he knew that such commerce--licit or illicitly +conducted--was disapproved by the holy fathers. His relations with the +girl had been perforce clandestine, because the disapproval of the holy +fathers was matched in thoroughness by that of Diego de Susan. It had +been vexatious enough on that account not to be able to boast himself +the favoured of the beautiful and opulent Isabella de Susan; it was +exasperating to discover now a new and more imperative reason for this +odious secrecy. + +Never sped a lover to his mistress in a frame of mind more aggrieved +than that which afflicted Don Rodrigo as, tight-wrapped in his black +cloak, he gained the Calle de Ataud on that January night. + +Anon, however, when by way of a garden gate and an easily escaladed +balcony he found himself in the presence of Isabella, the delight of her +effaced all other considerations. Her father was from home, as she had +told him in the note that summoned him; he was away at Palacios on some +merchant's errand, and would not return until the morrow. The servants +were all abed, and so Don Rodrigo might put off his cloak and hat, and +lounge at his ease upon the low Moorish divan, what time she waited upon +him with a Saracen goblet filled with sweet wine of Malaga. The room in +which she received him was one set apart for her own use, her bower, a +long, low ceilinged chamber, furnished with luxury and taste. The walls +were hung with tapestries, the floor spread with costly Eastern rugs; +on an inlaid Moorish table a tall, three-beaked lamp of beaten copper +charged with aromatic oil shed light and perfume through the apartment. + +Don Rodrigo sipped his wine, and his dark, hungry eyes followed her as +she moved about him with vaguely voluptuous, almost feline grace. The +wine, the heavy perfume of the lamp, and the beauty of her played +havoc among them with his senses, so that he forgot for the moment his +Castilian lineage and clean Christian blood, forgot that she derived +from the accursed race of the Crucifiers. All that he remembered was +that she was the loveliest woman in Seville, daughter to the wealthiest +man, and in that hour of weakness he decided to convert into reality +that which had hitherto been no more than an infamous presence. He would +loyally fulfil the false, disloyal promises he had made. He would take +her to wife. It was a sacrifice which her beauty and her wealth should +make worth while. Upon that impulse he spoke now, abruptly: + +"Isabella, when will you marry me?" + +She stood before him, looking down into his weak, handsome face, her +fingers interlacing his own. She merely smiled. The question did +not greatly move her. Not knowing him for the scoundrel that he was, +guessing nothing of the present perturbation of his senses, she found it +very natural that he should ask her to appoint the day. + +"It is a question you must ask my father," she answered him. + +"I will," said he, "to-morrow, on his return." And he drew her down +beside him. + +But that father was nearer than either of them dreamed. At that very +moment the soft thud of the closing housedoor sounded through the house. +It brought her sharply to her feet, and loose from his coiling arms, +with quickened breath and blanching face. A moment she hung there, +tense, then sped to the door of the room, set it ajar and listened. + +Up the stairs came the sound of footsteps and of muttering voices. It +was her father, and others with him. + +With ever-mounting fear she turned to Don Rodrigo, and breathed the +question: "If they should come here?" + +The Castilian stood where he had risen by the divan, his face paler +now than its pale, aristocratic wont, his eyes reflecting the fear that +glittered in her own. He had no delusion as to what action Diego de +Susan would take upon discovering him. These Jewish dogs were quickly +stirred to passion, and as jealous as their betters of the honour of +their womenfolk. Already Don Rodrigo in imagination saw his clean red +Christian blood bespattering that Hebrew floor, for he had no weapon +save the heavy Toledo dagger at his girdle, and Diego de Susan was not +alone. + +It was, he felt, a ridiculous position for a Hidalgo of Spain. But his +dignity was to suffer still greater damage. In another moment she had +bundled him into an alcove behind the arras at the chamber's end, a tiny +closet that was no better than a cupboard contrived for the storing of +household linen. She had-moved with a swift precision which at another +time might have provoked his admiration, snatching up his cloak and hat, +and other evidences of his presence, quenching the lamp, and dragging +him to that place of cramped concealment, which she remained to share +with him. + +Came presently movements in the room beyond, and the voice of her +father: + +"We shall be securest from intrusion here. It is my daughter's room. +If you will give me leave, I will go down again to admit our other +friends." + +Those other friends, as Don Rodrigo gathered, continued to arrive for +the next half-hour, until in the end there must have been some twenty +of them assembled in that chamber. The mutter of voices had steadily +increased, but so confused that no more than odd words, affording no +clue to the reason of this gathering, had reached the hidden couple. + +And then quite suddenly a silence fell, and on that silence beat the +sharp, clear voice of Diego de Susan addressing them. + +"My friends," he said, "I have called you hither that we may concert +measures for the protection of ourselves and all New-Christians in +Seville from the fresh peril by which we are menaced. The edict of the +inquisitors reveals how much we have to fear. You may gather from it +that the court of the Holy Office is hardly likely to deal in justice, +and that the most innocent may find himself at any moment exposed to +its cruel mercies. Therefore it is for us now to consider how to protect +ourselves and our property from the unscrupulous activities of this +tribunal. You are the principal New Christian citizens of Seville; +you are wealthy, not only in property, but also in the goodwill of the +people, who trust and respect, and at need will follow, you. If nothing +less will serve, we must have recourse to arms; and so that we +are resolute and united, my friends, we shall prevail against the +inquisitors." + +Within the alcove, Don Rodrigo felt his skin roughening with horror at +this speech, which breathed sedition not only against the Sovereigns, +but against the very Church. And with his horror was blent a certain +increase of fear. If his situation had been perilous before, it was +tenfold more dangerous now. Discovery, since he had overheard this +treason, must mean his certain death. And Isabella, realizing the same +to the exclusion of all else, clutched his arm and cowered against him +in the dark. + +There was worse to follow. Susan's address was received with a murmur +of applause, and then others spoke, and several were named, and their +presence thus disclosed. There was the influential Manuel Sauli, who +next to Susan was the wealthiest man in Seville; there was Torralba, the +Governor of Triana; Juan Abolafio, the farmer of the royal customs, and +his brother Fernandez, the licentiate, and there were others--all of +them men of substance, some even holding office under the Crown. Not one +was there who dissented from anything that Susan had said; rather did +each contribute some spur to the general resolve. In the end it was +concerted that each of those present should engage himself to raise a +proportion of the men, arms and money that would be needed for their +enterprise. And upon that the meeting was dissolved, and they departed. +Susan himself went with them. He had work to do in the common cause, he +announced, and he would do it that very night in which it was supposed +that he was absent at Palacios. + +At last, when all had gone, and the house was still again, Isabella and +her lover crept forth from their concealment, and in the light of the +lamp which Susan had left burning each looked into the other's white, +startled face. So shaken was Don Rodrigo with horror of what he had +overheard, and with the terror of discovery, that it was with difficulty +he kept his teeth from chattering. + +"Heaven protect us!" he gasped. "What Judaizing was this?" + +"Judaizing!" she echoed. It was the term applied to apostacy, to the +relapse of New-Christians to Judaism, an offense to be expiated at the +stake. "Here was no Judaizing. Are you mad, Rodrigo? You heard no single +word that sinned against the Faith." + +"Did I not? I heard treason enough to." + +"No, nor treason either. You heard honourable, upright men considering +measures of defence against oppression, injustice, and evil +acquisitiveness masquerading in the holy garments of religion." + +He stared askance at her for a moment, then his full lips curled into a +sneer. "Of course you would seek to justify them," he said. "You are of +that foul brood yourself. But you cannot think to cozen me, who am of +clean Old-christian blood and a true son of Mother Church. These men +plot evil against the Holy Inquisition. Is that not Judaizing when it is +done by Jews?" + +She was white to the lips, and a new horror stared at him from her +great dark eyes; her lovely bosom rose and fell in tumult. Yet still she +sought to reason with him. + +"They are not Jews--not one of them. Why, Perez is himself in holy +orders. All of them are Christians, and..." + +"Newly-baptized!" he broke in, sneering viciously. "A defilement of that +holy sacrament to gain them worldly advantages. That is revealed by what +passed here just now. Jews they were born, the sons of Jews, and Jews +they remain under their cloak of mock Christianity, to be damned as +Jews in the end." He was panting now with fiery indignation; a holy zeal +inflamed this profligate defiler. "God forgive me that ever I entered +here. Yet I do believe that it was His will that I should come to +overhear what is being plotted. Let me depart from hence." + +With a passionate gesture of abhorrence he swung towards the door. Her +clutch upon his arm arrested him. + +"Whither do you go?" she asked him sharply. He looked now into her eyes, +and of all that they contained he saw only fear; he saw nothing of the +hatred into which her love had been transmuted in that moment by his +unsparing insults to herself, her race and her home, by the purpose +which she clearly read in him. + +"Whither?" he echoed, and sought to shake her off. + +"Whither my Christian duty bids me." + +It was enough for her. Before he could prevent or suspect her purpose, +she had snatched the heavy Toledo blade from his girdle, and armed with +it stood between the door and him. + +"A moment, Don Rodrigo. Do not attempt to advance, or, as Heaven watches +us, I strike, and it maybe that I shall kill you. We must talk awhile +before you go." + +Amazed, chapfallen, half-palsied, he stood before her, his fine +religious zeal wiped out by fear of that knife in her weak woman's hand. +Rapidly to-night was she coming into real knowledge of this Castilian +gentleman, whom with pride she had taken for her lover. It was a +knowledge that was to sear her presently with self-loathing and +self-contempt. But for the moment her only consideration was that, as a +direct result of her own wantonness, her father stood in mortal peril. +If he should perish through the deletion of this creature, she would +account herself his slayer. + +"You have not considered that the deletion you intend will destroy my +father," she said quietly. + +"There is my Christian duty to consider," answered he, but without +boldness now. + +"Perhaps. But there is something you must set against it. Have you no +duty as a lover--no duty to me?" + +"No earthly duty can weigh against a spiritual obligation...." + +"Ah, wait! Have patience. You have not well considered, that is plain. +In coming here in secret you wronged my father. You will not trouble to +deny it. + +"Jointly we wronged him, you and I. Will you then take advantage of +something learnt whilst you were hiding there like a thief from the +consequences of what you did, and so do him yet this further wrong?" + +"Must I wrong my conscience?" he asked her sullenly. + +"Indeed, I fear you must." + +"Imperil my immortal soul?" He almost laughed. + +"You talk in vain." + +"But I have something more than words for you." With her left hand she +drew upon the fine gold chain about her neck, and brought forth a tiny +jewelled cross. Passing the chain over her head, she held it out. + +"Take this," she bade him. "Take it, I say. Now, with that sacred symbol +in your hand, make solemn oath to divulge no word of what you have +learnt here tonight, or else resign yourself to an unshriven death. For +either you take that oath, or I rouse the servants and have you dealt +with as one who has intruded here unbidden for an evil end." She backed +away from him as she spoke, and threw wide the door. Then, confronting +him from the threshold, she admonished him again, her voice no louder +than a whisper. "Quick now! Resolve yourself. Will you die here with all +your sins upon you, and so destroy for all eternity the immortal soul +that urges you to this betrayal, or will you take the oath that I +require?" + +He began an argument that was like a sermon of the Faith. But she cut +him short. "For the last time!" she bade him. "Will you decide?" + +He chose the coward's part, of course, and did violence tomb fine +conscience. With the cross in his hand he repeated after her the words +of the formidable oath that she administered, an oath which it must damn +his immortal soul to break. Because of that, because she imagined that +she had taken the measure of his faith, she returned him his dagger, +and let him go at last. She imagined that she had bound him fast in +irrefragable spiritual bonds. + +And even on the morrow, when her father and all those who had been +present at that meeting at Susan's house were arrested by order of the +Holy Office of the Inquisition, she still clung to that belief. Yet +presently a doubt crept in, a doubt that she must at all costs resolve. +And so presently she called for her litter, and had herself carried to +the Convent of St. Paul, where she asked to see Frey Alonso de Ojeda, +the Prior of the Dominicans of Seville. + +She was left to wait in a square, cheerless, dimly-lighted room pervaded +by a musty smell, that had for only furniture a couple of chairs and +a praying-stool, and for only ornament a great, gaunt crucifix hanging +upon one of its whitewashed walls. + +Thither came presently two Dominican friars. One of these was a +harsh-featured man of middle height and square build, the uncompromising +zealot Ojeda. The other was tall and lean, stooping slightly at the +shoulders, haggard and pale of countenance, with deep-set, luminous dark +eyes, and a tender, wistful mouth. This was the Queen's confessor, Frey +Tomas de Torquemada, Grand Inquisitor of Castile. He approached her, +leaving Ojeda in the background, and stood a moment regarding her with +eyes of infinite kindliness and compassion. + +"You are the daughter of that misguided man, Diego de Susan," he said, +in a gentle voice. "God help and strengthen you, my child, against the +trials that may be in store for you. What do you seek at our poor hands? +Speak, child, without fear." + +"Father," she faltered, "I come to implore your pity." + +"No need to implore it, child. Should I withhold pity who stand myself +in need of pity, being a sinner--as are we all." + +"It is for my father that I come to beg your mercy." + +"So I supposed." A shade crossed the gentle, wistful face; the tender +melancholy deepened in the eyes that regarded her. "If your father is +innocent of what has been alleged against him, the benign tribunal of +the Holy Office will bring his innocence to light, and rejoice therein; +if he is guilty, if he has strayed--as we may all stray unless fortified +by heavenly grace--he shall be given the means of expiation, that his +salvation may be assured him." + +She shivered at the words. She knew the mercy in which the inquisitors +dealt, a mercy so spiritual that it took no account of the temporal +agonies inflicted to ensure it. + +"My father is innocent of any sin against the Faith," said she. + +"Are you so sure?" croaked the harsh voice of Ojeda, breaking in. +"Consider well. Remember that your duty as a Christian is above your +duty as a daughter." + +Almost had she bluntly demanded the name of her father's accuser, that +thus she might reach the object of her visit. Betimes she checked the +rash impulse, perceiving that subtlety was here required; that a direct +question would close the door to all information. Skilfully, then, she +chose her line of attack. + +"I am sure," she exclaimed, "that he is a more fervent and pious +Christian--New-Christian though he be--than his accuser." + +The wistfulness faded from Torquemada's eyes. They grew keen, as became +the eyes of an inquisitor, the eyes of a sleuth, quick to fasten on a +spoor. But he shook his head. + +Ojeda advanced. "That I cannot believe," said he. "The deletion was +made from a sense of duty so pure that the delator did not hesitate to +confess the sin of his own commission through which he had discovered +the treachery of Don Diego and his associates." + +She could have cried out in anguish at this answer to her unspoken +question. Yet she controlled herself, and that no single doubt should +linger, she thrust boldly home. + +"He confessed it?" she cried, seemingly aghast. The friar slowly nodded. +"Don Rodrigo confessed?" she insisted, as will the incredulous. + +Abruptly the friar nodded again; and as abruptly checked, recollecting +himself. + +"Don Rodrigo?" he echoed, and asked: "Who mentioned Don Rodrigo?" + +But it was too late. His assenting nod had betrayed the truth, had +confirmed her worst fear. She swayed a little; the room swam round +her, she felt as she would swoon. Then blind indignation against that +forsworn betrayer surged to revive her. If it was through her weakness +and undutifulness that her father had been destroyed, through her +strength should he be avenged, though in doing so she pulled down and +destroyed herself. + +"And he confessed to his own sin?" she was repeating slowly, ever on +that musing, incredulous note. "He dared confess himself a Judaizer?" + +"A Judaizer!" Sheer horror now overspread the friar's grim countenance. +"A Judaizer! Don Rodrigo? Oh, impossible!" + +"But I thought you said he had confessed." + +"Why, yes, but... but not to that." Her pale lips smiled, sadly +contemptuous. + +"I see. He set limits of prudence upon his confession. He left out +his Judatting practices. He did not tell you, for instance, that this +deletion was an act of revenge against me who refused to marry him, +having discovered his unfaith, and fearing its consequences in this +world and the next." + +Ojeda stared at her in sheer, incredulous amazement. + +And then Torquemada spoke: "Do you say that Don Rodrigo de Cardona is a +Judaizer? Oh, it is unbelievable." + +"Yet I could give you evidence that should convince you." + +"Then so you shall. It is your sacred duty, lest you become an abettor +of heresy, and yourself liable to the extreme penalty." + +It would be a half-hour later, perhaps, when she quitted the Convent +of St. Paul to return home, with Hell in her heart, knowing in life no +purpose but that of avenging the parent her folly had destroyed. As she +was being carried past the Alcazar, she espied across the open space +a tall, slim figure in black, in whom she recognized her lover, and +straightway she sent the page who paced beside her litter to call him to +her side. The summons surprised him after what had passed between them; +moreover, considering her father's present condition, he was reluctant +to be seen in attendance upon the beautiful, wealthy Isabella de Susan. +Nevertheless, urged on by curiosity, he went. + +Her greeting increased his surprise. + +"I am in deep distress, Rodrigo, as you may judge," she told him sadly. +"You will have heard what has befallen my father?" + +He looked at her sharply, yet saw nothing but loveliness rendered more +appealing by sorrow. Clearly she did not suspect him of betrayal; did +not realize that an oath extorted by violence--and an oath, moreover, to +be false to a sacred duty--could not be accounted binding. + +"I... I heard of it an hour ago," he lied a thought unsteadily. "I... I +commiserate you deeply." + +"I deserve commiseration," answered she, "and so does my poor father, +and those others. It is plain that amongst those he trusted there was +a traitor, a spy, who went straight from that meeting to inform against +them. If I but had a list it were easy to discover the betrayer. One +need but ascertain who is the one of all who were present whose arrest +has been omitted." Her lovely sorrowful eyes turned full upon him. "What +is to become of me now, alone in the world?" she asked him. "My father +was my only friend." + +The subtle appeal of her did its work swiftly. Besides, he saw here a +noble opportunity worth surely some little risk. + +"Your only friend?" he asked her thickly. "Was there no one else? Is +there no one else, Isabella?" + +"There was," she said, and sighed heavily. "But after what befell last +night, when... You know what is in my mind. I was distraught then, +mad with fear for this poor father of mine, so that I could not even +consider his sin in its full heinousness, nor see how righteous was your +intent to inform against him. Yet I am thankful that it was not by +your deletion that he was taken. The thought of that is to-day my only +consolation." + +They had reached her house by now. Don Rodrigo put forth his arm to +assist her to alight from her litter, and begged leave to accompany her +within. But she denied him. + +"Not now--though I am grateful to you, Rodrigo. Soon, if you will come +and comfort me, you may. I will send you word when I am more able to +receive you--that is, if I am forgiven for..." + +"Not another word," he begged her. "I honour you for what you did. It is +I who should sue to you for forgiveness." + +"You are very noble and generous, Don Rodrigo. God keep you!" And so she +left him. + +She had found him--had she but known it--a dejected, miserable man in +the act of reckoning up all that he had lost. In betraying Susan he had +acted upon an impulse that sprang partly from rage, and partly from +a sense of religious duty. In counting later the cost to himself, +he cursed the folly of his rage, and began to wonder if such strict +observance of religious duty was really worth while to a man who had his +way to make in the world. In short, he was in the throes of reaction. +But now, in her unsuspicion, he found his hopes revive. She need never +know. The Holy Office preserved inviolate secrecy on the score of +deletions--since to do otherwise might be to discourage delators--and +there were no confrontations of accuser and accused, such as took place +in temporal courts. Don Rodrigo left the Calle de Ataud better pleased +with the world than he had been since morning. + +On the morrow he went openly to visit her; but he was denied, a servant +announcing her indisposed. This fretted him, damped his hopes, and +thereby increased his longing. But on the next day he received from her +a letter which made him the most ample amends: + +"Rodrigo,--There is a matter on which we must come early to an +understanding. Should my poor father be convicted of heresy and +sentenced, it follows that his property will be confiscated, since as +the daughter of a convicted heretic I may not inherit. For myself I care +little; but I am concerned for you, Rodrigo, since if in spite of what +has happened you would still wish to make me your wife, as you declared +on Monday, it would be my wish to come to you well dowered. Now the +inheritance which would be confiscated by the Holy Office from the +daughter of a heretic might not be so confiscated from the wife of a +gentleman of Castile. I say no more. Consider this well, and decide as +your heart dictates. I shall receive you to-morrow if you come to me. + +"Isabella." + +She bade him consider well. But the matter really needed little +consideration. Diego de Susan was sure to go to the fire. His fortune +was estimated at ten million maravedis. That fortune, it seemed, Rodrigo +was given the chance to make his own by marrying the beautiful Isabella +at once, before sentence came to be passed upon her father. The +Holy Office might impose a fine, but would not go further where the +inheritance of a Castilian nobleman of clean lineage was concerned. He +was swayed between admiration of her shrewdness and amazement at his own +good fortune. Also his vanity was immensely flattered. + +He sent her three lines to protest his undying love, and his resolve +to marry her upon the morrow, and went next day in person, as she had +bidden him, to carry out the resolve. + +She received him in the mansion's best room, a noble chamber furnished +with a richness such as no other house in Seville could have boasted. +She had arrayed herself for the interview with an almost wanton cunning +that should enhance her natural endowments. Her high-waisted gown, +low-cut and close-fitting in the bodice, was of cloth of gold, edged +with miniver at skirt and cuffs and neck. On her white bosom hung a +priceless carcanet of limpid diamonds, and through the heavy tresses of +her bronze-coloured hair was coiled a string of lustrous pearls. Never +had Don Rodrigo found her more desirable; never had he felt so secure +and glad in his possession of her. The quickening blood flushing now his +olive face, he gathered her slim shapeliness into his arms, kissing her +cheek, her lips, her neck. + +"My pearl, my beautiful, my wife!" he murmured, rapturously. Then added +the impatient question: "The priest? Where is the priest that shall make +us one?" + +Deep, unfathomable eyes looked up to meet his burning glance. +Languorously she lay against his breast, and her red lips parted in a +smile that maddened him. + +"You love me, Rodrigo--in spite of all?" + +"Love you!" It was a throbbing, strangled cry, an almost inarticulate +ejaculation. "Better than life--better than salvation." + +She fetched a sigh, as of deep content, and nestled closer. "Oh, I am +glad--so glad--that your love for me is truly strong. I am about to put +it to the test, perhaps." + +He held her very close. "What is this test, beloved?" + +"It is that I want this marriage knot so tied that it shall be +indissoluble save by death." + +"Why, so do I," quoth he, who had so much to gain. + +"And, therefore, because after all, though I profess Christianity, there +is Jewish blood in my veins, I would have a marriage that must satisfy +even my father when he regains his freedom, as I believe he will--for, +after all, he is not charged with any sin against the faith." + +She paused, and he was conscious of a premonitory chill upon his ardour. + +"What do you mean?" he asked her, and his voice was strained. + +"I mean--you'll not be angry with me?--I mean that I would have us +married not only by a Christian priest, and in the Christian manner, +but also and first of all by a Rabbi, and in accordance with the Jewish +rites." + +Upon the words, she felt his encircling arms turn limp, and relax their +grip upon her, whereupon she clung to him the more tightly. + +"Rodrigo! Rodrigo! If you truly love me, if you truly want me, you'll +not deny me this condition, for I swear to you that once I am your wife +you shall never hear anything again to remind you that I am of Jewish +blood." + +His face turned ghastly pale, his lips writhed and twitched, and beads +of sweat stood out upon his brow. + +"My God!" he groaned. "What do you ask? I... I can't. It were a +desecration, a defilement." + +She thrust him from her in a passion. "You regard it so? You protest +love, and in the very hour when I propose to sacrifice all to you, you +will not make this little sacrifice for my sake, you even insult the +faith that was my forbears', if it is not wholly mine. I misjudged you, +else I had not bidden you here to-day. I think you had better leave me." + +Trembling, appalled, a prey to an ineffable tangle of emotion, he sought +to plead, to extenuate his attitude, to move her from her own. He ranted +torrentially, but in vain. She stood as cold and aloof as earlier she +had been warm and clinging. He had proved the measure of his love. He +could go his ways. + +The thing she proposed was to him, as he had truly said, a desecration, +a defilement. Yet to have dreamed yourself master of ten million +maravedis, and a matchless woman, is a dream not easily relinquished. +There was enough cupidity in his nature, enough neediness in his +condition, to make the realization of that dream worth the defilement of +the abominable marriage rites upon which she insisted. But fear remained +where Christian scruples were already half-effaced. + +"You do not realize," he cried. "If it were known that I so much as +contemplated this, the Holy Office would account it clear proof of +apostasy, and send me to the fire." + +"If that were your only objection it were easily overcome," she informed +him coldly. "For who should ever inform against you? The Rabbi who is +waiting above-stairs dare not for his own life's sake betray us, and who +else will ever know?" + +"You can be sure of that?" + +He was conquered. But she played him yet awhile, compelling him in his +turn to conquer the reluctance which his earlier hesitation had begotten +in her, until it was he who pleaded insistently for this Jewish marriage +that filled him with such repugnance. + +And so at last she yielded, and led him up to that bower of hers in +which the conspirators had met. + +"Where is the Rabbi?" he asked impatiently, looking round that empty +room. + +"I will summon him if you are quite sure that you desire him." + +"Sure? Have I not protested enough? Can you still doubt me?" + +"No," she said. She stood apart, conning him steadily. "Yet I would not +have it supposed that you were in any way coerced to this." They were +odd words; but he heeded not their oddness. He was hardly master of the +wits which in themselves were never of the brightest. "I require you +to declare that it is your own desire that our marriage should be +solemnized in accordance with the Jewish rites and the law of Moses." + +And he, fretted now by impatience, anxious to have this thing done and +ended, made answer hastily: + +"Why, to be sure I do declare it to be my wish that we should be so +married--in the Jewish manner, and in accordance with the law of Moses. +And now, where is the Rabbi?" He caught a sound and saw a quiver in +the tapestries that masked the door of the alcove. "Ah! He is here, I +suppose...." + +He checked abruptly, and recoiled as from a blow, throwing up his hands +in a convulsive gesture. The tapestry had been swept aside, and forth +stepped not the Rabbi he expected, but a tall, gaunt man, stooping +slightly at the shoulders, dressed in the white habit and black cloak of +the order of St. Dominic, his face lost in the shadows of a black cowl. +Behind him stood two lay brothers of the order, two armed familiars of +the Holy Office, displaying the white cross on their sable doublets. + +Terrified by that apparition, evoked, as it seemed, by those terribly +damning words he had pronounced, Don Rodrigo stood blankly at gaze a +moment, not even seeking to understand how this dread thing had come to +pass. + +The friar pushed back his cowl, as he advanced, and displayed the +tender, compassionate, infinitely wistful countenance of Frey Tomas de +Torquemada. And infinitely compassionate and wistful came the voice of +that deeply sincere and saintly man. + +"My son, I was told this of you--that you were a Judaizer--yet before +I could bring myself to believe so incredible a thing in one of your +lineage, I required the evidence of my own senses. Oh, my poor child, by +what wicked counsels have you been led so far astray?" The sweet, tender +eyes of the inquisitor were luminous with unshed tears. Sorrowing pity +shook his gentle voice. + +And then Don Rodrigo's terror changed to wrath, and this exploded. He +flung out an arm towards Isabella in passionate denunciation. + +"It was that woman who bewitched and fooled and seduced me into this. It +was a trap she baited for my undoing." + +"It was, indeed. She had my consent to do so, to test the faith which I +was told you lacked. Had your heart been free of heretical pravity the +trap had never caught you; had your faith been strong, my son, you could +not have been seduced from loyalty to your Redeemers." + +"Father! Hear me, I implore you!" He flung down upon his knees, and held +out shaking, supplicating hands. + +"You shall be heard, my son. The Holy Office does not condemn any man +unheard. But what hope can you put in protestations? I had been told +that your life was disorderly and vain, and I grieved that it should be +so, trembled for you when I heard how wide you opened the gates of your +soul to evil. But remembering that age and reason will often make good +and penitent amends for the follies of early life, I hoped and prayed +for you. Yet that you should Judaize--that you should be bound in +wedlock by the unclean ties of Judaism--Oh!" The melancholy voice +broke off upon a sob, and Torquemada covered his pale face with his +hands--long, white, emaciated, almost transparent hands. "Pray now, +my child, for grace and strength," he exhorted. "Offer up the little +temporal suffering that may yet be yours in atonement for your error, +and so that your heart be truly contrite and penitent, you shall deserve +salvation from that Divine Mercy which is boundless. You shall have my +prayers, my son. I can do no more. Take him hence." + +On the 6th of February of that year 1481, Seville witnessed the first +Auto de Fe, the sufferers being Diego de Susan, his fellow-conspirators, +and Don Rodrigo de Cardona. The function presented but little of the +ghastly pomp that was soon to distinguish these proceedings. But the +essentials were already present. + +In a procession headed by a Dominican bearing aloft the green Cross of +the Inquisition, swathed in a veil of crepe, behind whom walked two +by two the members of the Confraternity of St. Peter the Martyr, the +familiars of the Holy Office, came the condemned, candle in hand, +barefoot, in the ignominious yellow penitential sack. Hemmed about by +halberdiers, they were paraded through the streets to the Cathedral, +where Mass was said and a sermon of the faith preached to them by +the stern Ojeda. Thereafter they were conveyed beyond the city to the +meadows of Tablada, where the stake and faggots awaited them. + +Thus the perjured accuser perished in the same holocaust with the +accused. Thus was Isabella de Susan, known as la Hermosa Fembra, avenged +by falseness upon the worthless lover who made her by falseness the +instrument of her father's ruin. + +For herself, when all was over, she sought the refuge of a convent. But +she quitted it without professing. The past gave her no peace, and she +returned to the world to seek in excesses an oblivion which the cloister +denied her and only death could give. In her will she disposed that her +skull should be placed over the doorway of the house in the Calle de +Ataud, as a measure of posthumous atonement for her sins. And there the +fleshless, grinning skull of that once lovely head abode for close upon +four hundred years. It was still to be seen there when Buonaparte's +legions demolished the Holy Office of the Inquisition. + + + + + + +IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + +The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + +There is not in all that bitter tragi-comic record of human frailty +which we call History a sadder story than this of the Princess Anne, the +natural daughter of the splendid Don John of Austria, natural son of the +Emperor Charles V. and, so, half-brother to the bowelless King Philip +II. of Spain. Never was woman born to royal or semi-royal state who was +more utterly the victim of the circumstances of her birth. + +Of the natural sons of princes something could be made, as witness the +dazzling career of Anne's own father; but for natural daughters--and +especially for one who, like herself, bore a double load of +cadency--there was little use or hope. Their royal blood set them in a +class apart; their bastardy denied them the worldly advantages of that +spurious eminence. Their royal blood prescribed that they must mate with +princes; their bastardy raised obstacles to their doing so. Therefore, +since the world would seem to hold no worthy place for them, it +was expedient to withdraw them from the world before its vanities +beglamoured them, and to immure them in convents, where they might +aspire with confidence to the sterile dignity of abbesshood. + +Thus it befell with Anne. At the early age of six she had been sent to +the Benedictine convent at Burgos, and in adolescence removed thence +to the Monastery of Santa Maria la Real at Madrigal, where it was +foreordained that she should take the veil. She went unwillingly. She +had youth, and youth's hunger of life, and not even the repressive +conditions in which she had been reared had succeeded in extinguishing +her high spirit or in concealing from her the fact that she was +beautiful. On the threshold of that convent which by her dread uncle's +will was to be her living tomb, above whose gates her spirit may have +beheld the inscription, "Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate!" she +made her protest, called upon the bishop who accompanied her to bear +witness that she did not go of her own free will. + +But what she willed was a matter of no account. King Philip's was, +under God's, the only will in Spain. Still, less perhaps to soften the +sacrifice imposed upon her than because of what he accounted due to one +of his own blood, his Catholic Majesty accorded her certain privileges +unusual to members of religious communities: he granted her a little +civil list--two ladies-in-waiting and two grooms--and conferred upon her +the title of Excellency, which she still retained even when after her +hurried novitiate of a single year she had taken the veil. She submitted +where to have striven would have been to have spent herself in vain; +but her resignation was only of the body, and this dejected body moved +mechanically through the tasks and recreations that go to make up the +grey monotone of conventual existence; in which one day is as another +day, one hour as another hour; in which the seasons of the year +lose their significance; in which time has no purpose save for its +subdivision into periods devoted to sleeping and waking, to eating and +fasting, to praying and contemplating, until life loses all purpose and +object, and sterilizes itself into preparation for death. + +Though they might command and compel her body, her spirit remained +unfettered in rebellion. Anon the claustral apathy might encompass her; +in time and by slow degrees she might become absorbed into the grey +spirit of the place. But that time was not yet. For the present she must +nourish her caged and starving soul with memories of glimpses caught in +passing of the bright, active, stirring world without; and where memory +stopped she had now beside her a companion to regale her with tales of +high adventure and romantic deeds and knightly feats, which served but +to feed and swell her yearnings. + +This companion, Frey Miguel de Souza, was a Portuguese friar of the +order of St. Augustine, a learned, courtly man who had moved in the +great world and spoke with the authority of an eye-witness. And above +all he loved to talk of that last romantic King of Portugal, with +whom he had been intimate, that high-spirited, headstrong, gallant, +fair-haired lad Sebastian, who at the age of four-and-twenty had led +the disastrous overseas expedition against the Infidel, which had been +shattered on the field of Alcacer-el-Kebir some fifteen years ago. + +He loved to paint for her in words the dazzling knightly pageants he had +seen along the quays at Lisbon, when that expedition was embarking with +crusader ardour, the files of Portuguese knights and men-at-arms, the +array of German and Italian mercenaries, the young king in his bright +armour, bare of head--an incarnation of St. Michael--moving forward +exultantly amid flowers and acclamations to take ship for Africa. And +she would listen with parted lips and glistening eyes, her slim body +bending forward in her eagerness to miss no word of this great epic. +Anon when he came to tell of that disastrous day of Alcacer-el-Kebir, +her dark, eager eyes would fill with tears. His tale of it was hardly +truthful. He did not say that military incompetence and a presumptuous +vanity which would listen to no counsels had been the cause of a ruin +that had engulfed the chivalry of Portugal, and finally the very kingdom +itself. He represented the defeat as due to the overwhelming numbers +of the Infidel, and dwelt at length upon the closing scene, told her +in fullest detail how Sebastian had scornfully rejected the counsels of +those who urged him to fly when all was lost, how the young king, who +had fought with a lion-hearted courage, unwilling to survive the day's +defeat, had turned and ridden back alone into the Saracen host to fight +his last fight and find a knightly death. Thereafter he was seen no +more. + +It was a tale she never tired of hearing, and it moved her more and more +deeply each time she listened to it. She would ply him with questions +touching this Sebastian, who had been her cousin, concerning his ways +of life, his boyhood, and his enactments when he came to the crown +of Portugal. And all that Frey Miguel de Souza told her served but +to engrave more deeply upon her virgin mind the adorable image of the +knightly king. Ever present in the daily thoughts of this ardent girl, +his empanoplied figure haunted now her sleep, so real and vivid that +her waking senses would dwell fondly upon the dream-figure as upon the +memory of someone seen in actual life; likewise she treasured up the +memory of the dream--words he had uttered, words it would seem begotten +of the longings of her starved and empty heart, words of a kind not +calculated to bring peace to the soul of a nun professed. She was +enamoured, deeply, fervently, and passionately enamoured of a myth, a +mental image of a man who had been dust these fifteen years. She mourned +him with a fond widow's mourning; prayed daily and nightly for the +repose of his soul, and in her exaltation waited now almost impatiently +for death that should unite her with him. Taking joy in the thought that +she should go to him a maid, she ceased at last to resent the maidenhood +that had been imposed upon her. + +One day a sudden, wild thought filled her with a strange excitement. + +"Is it so certain that he is dead?" she asked. "When all is said, none +actually saw him die, and you tell me that the body surrendered by +Mulai-Ahmed-ben-Mahomet was disfigured beyond recognition. Is it not +possible that he may have survived?" + +The lean, swarthy face of Frey Miguel grew pensive. He did not +impatiently scorn the suggestion as she had half-feared he would. + +"In Portugal," he answered slowly, "it is firmly believed that he lives, +and that one day he will come, like another Redeemer, to deliver his +country from the thrall of Spain." + +"Then... then..." + +Wistfully, he smiled. "A people will always believe what it wishes to +believe." + +"But you, yourself?" she pressed him. + +He did not answer her at once. The cloud of thought deepened on his +ascetic face. He half turned from her--they were standing in the shadow +of the fretted cloisters--and his pensive eyes roamed over the wide +quadrangle that was at once the convent garden and burial ground. +Out there in the sunshine amid the hum of invisible but ubiquitously +pulsating life, three nuns, young and vigorous, their arms bared to +the elbows, the skirts of their black habits shortened by a cincture of +rope, revealing feet roughly shod in wood, were at work with spade and +mattock, digging their own graves in memento mori. Amid the shadows of +the cloisters, within sight but beyond earshot, hovered Dona Maria de +Grado and Dona Luiza Nieto, the two nobly-born nuns appointed by King +Philip to an office as nearly akin to that of ladies-in-waiting as +claustral conditions would permit. + +At length Frey Miguel seemed to resolve himself. + +"Since you ask me, why should I not tell you? When I was on my way to +preach the funeral oration in the Cathedral at Lisbon, as befitted +one who had been Don Sebastian's preacher, I was warned by a person of +eminence to have a care of what I said of Don Sebastian, for not only +was he alive, but he would be secretly present at the Requiem." + +He met her dilating glance, noted the quivering of her parted lips. + +"But that," he added, "was fifteen years ago, and since then I have had +no sign. At first I thought it possible... there was a story afloat that +might have been true... But fifteen years!" He sighed, and shook his +head. + +"What... what was the story?" She was trembling from head to foot. + +"On the night after the battle three horsemen rode up to the gates of +the fortified coast-town of Arzilla. When the timid guard refused to +open to them, they announced that one of them was King Sebastian, and +so won admittance. One of the three was wrapped in a cloak, his +face concealed, and his two companions were observed to show him the +deference due to royalty." + +"Why, then..." she was beginning. + +"Ah, but afterwards," he interrupted her, "afterwards, when all +Portugal was thrown into commotion by that tale, it was denied that King +Sebastian had been among these horsemen. It was affirmed to have been no +more than a ruse of those men's to gain the shelter of the city." + +She questioned and cross-questioned him upon that, seeking to draw from +him the admission that it was possible denial and explanation obeyed the +wishes of the hidden prince. + +"Yes, it is possible," he admitted at length, "and it is believed by +many to be the fact. Don Sebastian was as sensitive as high-spirited. +The shame of his defeat may have hung so heavily upon him that he +preferred to remain in hiding, and to sacrifice a throne of which he +now felt himself unworthy. Half Portugal believes it so, and waits and +hopes." + +When Frey Miguel parted from her that day, he took with him the clear +conviction that not in all Portugal was there a soul who hoped +more fervently than she that Don Sebastian lived, or yearned more +passionately to acclaim him should he show himself. And that was much to +think, for the yearning of Portugal was as the yearning of the slave for +freedom. + +Sebastian's mother was King Philip's sister, whereby King Philip had +claimed the succession, and taken possession of the throne of Portugal. +Portugal writhed under the oppressive heel of that foreign rule, and +Frey Miguel de Sousa himself, a deeply, passionately patriotic man, +had been foremost among those who had sought to liberate her. When Don +Antonio, the sometime Prior of Crato, Sebastian's natural cousin, and +a bold, ambitious, enterprising man, had raised the standard of revolt, +the friar had been the most active of all his coadjutators. In those +days Frey Miguel, who was the Provincial of his order, a man widely +renowned for his learning and experience of affairs, who had been +preacher to Don Sebastian and confessor to Don Antonio, had wielded a +vast influence in Portugal. That influence he had unstintingly exerted +on behalf of the Pretender, to whom he was profoundly devoted. After Don +Antonio's army had been defeated on land by the Duke of Alba, and his +fleet shattered in the Azores in 1582 by the Marquis of Santa Cruz, +Frey Miguel found himself deeply compromised by his active share in the +rebellion. He was arrested and suffered a long imprisonment in Spain. In +the end, because he expressed repentance, and because Philip II., +aware of the man's gifts and worth, desired to attach him to himself by +gratitude, he was enlarged, and appointed Vicar of Santa Maria la Real, +where he was now become confessor, counsellor and confidant of the +Princess Anne of Austria. + +But his gratitude to King Philip was not of a kind to change his +nature, to extinguish his devotion to the Pretender, Don Antonio--who, +restlessly ambitious, continued ceaselessly to plot abroad--or yet to +abate the fervour of his patriotism. The dream of his life was ever +the independence of Portugal, with a native prince upon the throne. +And because of Anne's fervent hope, a hope that grew almost daily into +conviction, that Sebastian had survived and would return one day to +claim his kingdom, those two at Madrigal, in that quiet eddy of the +great stream of life, were drawn more closely to each other. + +But as the years passed, and Anne's prayers remained unanswered and the +deliverer did not come, her hopes began to fade again. Gradually she +reverted to her earlier frame of mind in which all hopes were set upon a +reunion with the unknown beloved in the world to come. + +One evening in the spring of 1594--four years after the name of +Sebastian had first passed between the priest and the princess--Frey +Miguel was walking down the main street of Madrigal, a village whose +every inhabitant was known to him, when he came suddenly face to face +with a stranger. A stranger would in any case have drawn his attention, +but there was about this man something familiar to the friar, something +that stirred in him vague memories of things long forgotten. His garb of +shabby black was that of a common townsman, but there was something in +his air and glance, his soldierly carriage, and the tilt of his bearded +chin, that belied his garb. He bore upon his person the stamp of +intrepidity and assurance. + +Both halted, each staring at the other, a faint smile on the lips of +the stranger--who, in the fading light, might have been of any age from +thirty to fifty--a puzzled frown upon the brow of the friar. Then the +man swept off his broad-brimmed hat. + +"God save your paternity," was his greeting. + +"God save you, my son," replied Frey Miguel, still pondering him. "I +seem to know you. Do I?" + +The stranger laughed. "Though all the world forget, your paternity +should remember me." + +And then Frey Miguel sucked in his breath sharply. "My God!" he cried, +and set a hand upon the fellow's shoulder, looking deeply into those +bold, grey eyes. "What make you here?" + +"I am a pastry-cook." + +"A pastry-cook? You?" + +"One must live, and it is a more honest trade than most. I was in +Valladolid, when I heard that your paternity was the Vicar of the +Convent here, and so for the sake of old times--of happier times--I +bethought me that I might claim your paternity's support." He spoke with +a careless arrogance, half-tinged with mockery. + +"Assuredly..." began the priest, and then he checked. "Where is your +shop?" + +"Just down the street. Will your paternity honour me?" + +Frey Miguel bowed, and together they departed. + +For three days thereafter the convent saw the friar only in the +celebration of the Mass. But on the morning of the fourth, he went +straight from the sacristy to the parlour, and, despite the early hour, +desired to see her Excellency. + +"Lady," he told her, "I have great news; news that will rejoice your +heart." She looked at him, and saw the feverish glitter in his sunken +eyes, the hectic flush on his prominent cheek-bones. "Don Sebastian +lives. I have seen him." + +A moment she stared at him as if she did not understand. Then she paled +until her face became as white as the nun's coil upon her brow; her +breath came in a faint moan, she stiffened, and swayed upon her feet, +and caught at the back of a prie-dieu to steady and save herself from +falling. He saw that he had blundered by his abruptness, that he had +failed to gauge the full depth of her feelings for the Hidden Prince, +and for a moment feared that she would swoon under the shock of the news +he had so recklessly delivered. + +"What do you say? Oh, what do you say?" she moaned, her eyes +half-closed. + +He repeated the news in more measured, careful terms, exerting all +the magnetism of his will to sustain her reeling senses. Gradually she +quelled the storm of her emotions. + +"And you say that you have seen him? Oh!" Once more the colour suffused +her cheeks, and her eyes glowed, her expression became radiant. "Where +is he?" + +"Here. Here in Madrigal." + +"In Madrigal?" She was all amazement. "But why in Madrigal?" + +"He was in Valladolid, and there heard that I--his sometime preacher and +counsellor--was Vicar here at Santa Maria la Real. He came to seek me. +He comes disguised, under the false name of Gabriel de Espinosa, +and setting up as a pastry-cook until his term of penance shall be +completed, and he shall be free to disclose himself once more to his +impatiently awaiting people." + +It was bewildering, intoxicating news to her. It set her mind in +turmoil, made of her soul a battle-ground for mad hope and dreadful +fear. This dream-prince, who for four years had been the constant +companion of her thoughts, whom her exalted, ardent, imaginative, +starved Soul had come to love with a consuming passion, was a living +reality near at hand, to be seen in the flesh by the eyes of her body. +It was a thought that set her in an ecstasy of terror, so that she dared +not ask Frey Miguel to bring Don Sebastian to her. But she plied him +with questions, and so elicited from him a very circumstantial story. + +Sebastian, after his defeat and escape, had made a vow upon the Holy +Sepulchre to lay aside the royal dignity of which he deemed that he +had proved himself unworthy, and to do penance for the pride that had +brought him down, by roaming the world in humble guise, earning his +bread by the labour of his hands and the sweat of his brow like any +common hind, until he should have purged his offense and rendered +himself worthy once more to resume the estate to which he had been born. + +It was a tale that moved her pity to the point of tears. It exalted her +hero even beyond the eminence he had already held in her fond dreams, +particularly when to that general outline were added in the days that +followed details of the wanderings and sufferings of the Hidden Prince. +At last, some few weeks after that first startling announcement of his +presence, in the early days of August of that year 1594, Frey Miguel +proposed to her the thing she most desired, yet dared not beg. + +"I have told His Majesty of your attachment to his memory in all these +years in which we thought him dead, and he is deeply touched. He desires +your leave to come and prostrate himself at your feet." + +She crimsoned from brow to chin, then paled again; her bosom heaved in +tumult. Between dread and yearning she spoke a faint consent. + +Next day he came, brought by Frey Miguel to the convent parlour, +where her Excellency waited, her two attendant nuns discreetly in the +background. Her eager, frightened eyes beheld a man of middle height, +dignified of mien and carriage, dressed with extreme simplicity, yet +without the shabbiness in which Frey Miguel had first discovered him. + +His hair was of a light brown--the colour to which the golden locks of +the boy who had sailed for Africa some fifteen years ago might well have +faded--his beard of an auburn tint, and his eyes were grey. His face was +handsome, and save for the colour of his eyes and the high arch of his +nose presented none of the distinguishing and marring features peculiar +to the House of Austria, from which Don Sebastian derived through his +mother. + +Hat in hand, he came forward, and went down on one knee before her. + +"I am here to receive your Excellency's commands," he said. + +She steadied her shuddering knees and trembling lips. + +"Are you Gabriel de Espinosa, who has come to Madrigal to set up as a +pastry-cook?" she asked him. + +"To serve your Excellency." + +"Then be welcome, though I am sure that the trade you least understand +is that of a pastry-cook." + +The kneeling man bowed his handsome head, and fetched a deep sigh. + +"If in the past I had better understood another trade, I should not now +be reduced to following this one." + +She urged him now to rise, hereafter the entertainment between them was +very brief on that first occasion. He departed upon a promise to come +soon again, and the undertaking on her side to procure for his shop the +patronage of the convent. + +Thereafter it became his custom to attend the morning Mass celebrated +by Frey Miguel in the convent chapel--which was open to the public--and +afterwards to seek the friar in the sacristy and accompany him thence +to the convent parlour, where the Princess waited, usually with one +or another of her attendant nuns. These daily interviews were brief +at first, but gradually they lengthened until they came to consume +the hours to dinner-time, and presently even that did not suffice, and +Sebastian must come again later in the day. + +And as the interviews increased and lengthened, so they grew also in +intimacy between the royal pair, and plans for Sebastian's future came +to be discussed. She urged him to proclaim himself. His penance had been +overlong already for what was really no fault at all, since it is the +heart rather than the deed that Heaven judges, and his heart had been +pure, his intention in making war upon the Infidel loftily pious. +Diffidently he admitted that it might be so, but both he and Frey Miguel +were of opinion that it would be wiser now to await the death of Philip +II., which, considering his years and infirmities, could not be long +delayed. Out of jealousy for his possessions, King Philip might oppose +Sebastian's claims. + +Meanwhile these daily visits of Espinosa's, and the long hours he spent +in Anne's company gave, as was inevitable, rise to scandal, within and +without the convent. She was a nun professed, interdicted from seeing +any man but her confessor other than through the parlour grating, +and even then not at such length or with such constancy as this. The +intimacy between them--fostered and furthered by Frey Miguel--had so +ripened in a few weeks that Anne was justified in looking upon him as +her saviour from the living tomb to which she had been condemned, in +hoping that he would restore her to the life and liberty for which she +had ever yearned by taking her to Queen when his time came to claim his +own. What if she was a nun professed? Her profession had been against +her will, preceded by only one year of novitiate, and she was still +within the five probationary years prescribed. Therefore, in her view, +her vows were revocable. + +But this was a matter beyond the general consideration or knowledge, +and so the scandal grew. Within the convent there was none bold +enough, considering Anne's royal rank, to offer remonstrance or advice, +particularly too, considering that her behaviour had the sanction of +Frey Miguel, the convent's spiritual adviser. But from without, from the +Provincial of the Order of St. Augustine, came at last a letter to Anne, +respectfully stern in tone, to inform her that the numerous visits she +received from a pastry-cook were giving rise to talk, for which it would +be wise to cease to give occasion. That recommendation scorched her +proud, sensitive soul with shame. She sent her servant Roderos at once +to fetch Frey Miguel, and placed the letter in his hands. + +The friar's dark eyes scanned it and grew troubled. + +"It was to have been feared," he said, and sighed. + +"There is but one remedy, lest worse follow and all be ruined. Don +Sebastian must go." + +"Go?" Fear robbed her of breath. "Go where?" + +"Away from Madrigal--anywhere--and at once; tomorrow at latest." And +then, seeing the look of horror in her face, "What else, what else?" +he added, impatiently. "This meddlesome provincial may be stirring up +trouble already." + +She fought down her emotion. "I... I shall see him before he goes?" she +begged. + +"I don't know. It may not be wise. I must consider." He flung away in +deepest perturbation, leaving her with a sense that life was slipping +from her. + +That late September evening, as she sat stricken in her room, hoping +against hope for at least another glimpse of him, Dona Maria de Grado +brought word that Espinosa was even then in the convent in Frey Miguel's +cell. Fearful lest he should be smuggled thence without her seeing +him, And careless of the impropriety of the hour--it was already eight +o'clock and dusk was falling--she at once dispatched Roderos to the +friar, bidding him bring Espinosa to her in the parlour. + +The friar obeyed, and the lovers--they were no less by now--came face to +face in anguish. + +"My lord, my lord," she cried, casting all prudence to the winds, "what +is decided?" + +"That I leave in the morning," he answered. + +"To go where?" She was distraught. + +"Where?" He shrugged. "To Valladolid at first, and then... where God +pleases." + +"And when shall I see you again?" + +"When... when God pleases." + +"Oh, I am terrified... if I should lose you... if I should never see you +more!" She was panting, distraught. + +"Nay, lady, nay," he answered. "I shall come for you when the time is +ripe. I shall return by All Saints, or by Christmas at the latest, and I +shall bring with me one who will avouch me." + +"What need any to avouch you to me?" she protested, on a note of +fierceness. "We belong to each other, you and I. But you are free to +roam the world, and I am caged here and helpless..." + +"Ah, but I shall free you soon, and we'll go hence together. See." +He stepped to the table. There was an ink-horn, a box of pounce, some +quills, and a sheaf of paper there. He took up a quill, and wrote with +labour, for princes are notoriously poor scholars: + +"I, Don Sebastian, by the Grace of God King of Portugal, take to wife +the most serene Dona ulna of Austria, daughter of the most serene +Prince, Don John of Austria, by virtue of the dispensation which I hold +from two pontiffs." + +And he signed it--after the manner of the Kings of Portugal in all +ages--"El Rey"--the King. + +"Will that content you, lady?" he pleaded, handing it to her. + +"How shall this scrawl content me?" + +"It is a bond I shall redeem as soon as Heaven will permit." + +Thereafter she fell to weeping, and he to protesting, until Frey Miguel +urged him to depart, as it grew late. And then she forgot her own grief, +and became all solicitude for him, until naught would content her but +she must empty into his hands her little store of treasure--a hundred +ducats and such jewels as she possessed, including a gold watch set with +diamonds and a ring bearing a cameo portrait of King Philip, and last of +all a portrait of herself, of the size of a playing-card. + +At last, as ten was striking, he was hurried away. Frey Miguel had gone +on his knees to him, and kissed his hand, what time he had passionately +urged him not to linger; and then Sebastian had done the same by the +Princess both weeping now. At last he was gone, and on the arm of Dona +Maria de Grado the forlorn Anne staggered back to her cell to weep and +pray. + +In the days that followed she moved, pale and listless, oppressed by her +sense of loss and desolation, a desolation which at last she sought to +mitigate by writing to him to Valladolid, whither he had repaired. Of +all those letters only two survive. + +"My king and lord," she wrote in one of these, "alas! How we suffer by +absence! I am so filled with the pain of it that if I did not seek +the relief of writing to your Majesty and thus spend some moments in +communion with you, there would be an end to me. What I feel to-day is +what I feel every day when I recall the happy moments so deliciously +spent, which are no more. This privation is for me so severe a +punishment of heaven that I should call it unjust, for without cause I +find myself deprived of the happiness missed by me for so many years +and purchased at the price of suffering and tears. Ah, my lord, +how willingly, nevertheless, would I not suffer all over again the +misfortunes that have crushed me if thus I might spare your Majesty the +least of them. May He who rules the world grant my prayers and set a +term to so great an unhappiness, and to the intolerable torment I +suffer through being deprived of the presence of your Majesty. It were +impossible for long to suffer so much pain and live. + +"I belong to you, my lord; you know it already. The troth I plighted to +you I shall keep in life and in death, for death itself could not +tear it from my soul, and this immortal soul will harbour it through +eternity..." + +Thus and much more in the same manner wrote the niece of King Philip of +Spain to Gabriel Espinosa, the pastry-cook, in his Valladolid retreat. +How he filled his days we do not know, beyond the fact that he moved +freely abroad. For it was in the streets of that town that meddlesome +Fate brought him face to face one day with Gregorio Gonzales, under whom +Espinosa had been a scullion once in the service of the Count of Nyeba. + +Gregorio hailed him, staring round-eyed; for although Espinosa's +garments were not in their first freshness they were far from being +those of a plebeian. + +"In whose service may you be now?" quoth the intrigued Gregorio, so soon +as greetings had passed between them. + +Espinosa shook off his momentary embarrassment, and took the hand of +his sometime comrade. "Times are changed, friend Gregorio. I am not in +anybody's service, rather do I require servants myself." + +"Why, what is your present situation?" + +Loftily Espinosa put him off. "No matter for that," he answered, with a +dignity that forbade further questions. He gathered his cloak about him +to proceed upon his way. "If there is anything you wish for I shall be +happy, for old times' sake, to oblige you." + +But Gregorio was by no means disposed to part from him. We do not +readily part from an old friend whom we rediscover in an unsuspected +state of affluence. Espinosa must home with Gregorio. Gregorio's wife +would be charmed to renew his acquaintance, and to hear from his own +lips of his improved and prosperous state. Gregorio would take no +refusal, and in the end Espinosa, yielding to his insistence, went with +him to the sordid quarter where Gregorio had his dwelling. + +About an unclean table of pine, in a squalid room, sat the +three--Espinosa, Gregorio, and Gregorio's wife; but the latter displayed +none of the signs of satisfaction at Espinosa's prosperity which +Gregorio had promised. Perhaps Espinosa observed her evil envy, and +it may have been to nourish it--which is the surest way to punish +envy--that he made Gregorio a magnificent offer of employment. + +"Enter my service," said he, "and I will pay you fifty ducats down and +four ducats a month." + +Obviously they were incredulous of his affluence. To convince them he +displayed a gold watch--most rare possession--set with diamonds, a ring +of price, and other costly jewels. The couple stared now with dazzled +eyes. + +"But didn't you tell me when we were in Madrid together that you had +been a pastry-cook at Ocana?" burst from Gregorio. + +Espinosa smiled. "How many kings and princes have been compelled to +conceal themselves under disguises?" he asked oracularly. And seeing +them stricken, he must play upon them further. Nothing, it seems, was +sacred to him--not even the portrait of that lovely, desolate royal lady +in her convent at Madrigal. Forth he plucked it, and thrust it to them +across the stains of wine and oil that befouled their table. + +"Look at this beautiful lady, the most beautiful in Spain," he bade +them. "A prince could not have a lovelier bride." + +"But she is dressed as a nun," the woman protested. "How, then, can she +marry?" + +"For kings there are no laws," he told her with finality. + +At last he departed, but bidding Gregorio to think of the offer he +had made him. He would come again for the cook's reply, leaving word +meanwhile of where he was lodged. + +They deemed him mad, and were disposed to be derisive. Yet the woman's +disbelief was quickened into malevolence by the jealous fear that +what he had told them of himself might, after all, be true. Upon that +malevolence she acted forthwith, lodging an information with Don Rodrigo +de Santillan, the Alcalde of Valladolid. + +Very late that night Espinosa was roused from his sleep to find his room +invaded by alguaziles--the police of the Alcalde. He was arrested and +dragged before Don Rodrigo to give an account of himself and of certain +objects of value found in his possession--more particularly of a ring, +on the cameo of which was carved a portrait of King Philip. + +"I am Gabriel de Espinosa," he answered firmly, "a pastry-cook of +Madrigal." + +"Then how come you by these jewels?" + +"They were given me by Dona Ana of Austria to sell for her account. That +is the business that has brought me to Valladolid." + +"Is this Dona Ana's portrait?" + +"It is." + +"And this lock of hair? Is that also Dona Ana's? And do you, then, +pretend that these were also given you to sell?" + +"Why else should they be given me?" + +Don Rodrigo wondered. They were useless things to steal, and as for the +lock of hair, where should the fellow find a buyer for that? The Alcalde +conned his man more closely, and noted that dignity of bearing, that +calm assurance which usually is founded upon birth and worth. He sent +him to wait in prison, what time he went to ransack the fellow's house +in Madrigal. + +Don Rodrigo was prompt in acting; yet even so his prisoner mysteriously +found means to send a warning that enabled Frey Miguel to forestall the +Alcalde. Before Don Rodrigo's arrival, the friar had abstracted +from Espinosa's house a box of papers which he reduced to ashes. +Unfortunately Espinosa had been careless. Four letters not confided +to the box were discovered by the alguaziles. Two of them were from +Anne--one of which supplies the extract I have given; the other two from +Frey Miguel himself. + +Those letters startled Don Rodrigo de Santillan. He was a shrewd +reasoner and well-informed. He knew how the justice of Castile was kept +on the alert by the persistent plottings of the Portuguese Pretender, +Don Antonio, sometime Prior of Crato. He was intimate with the past +life of Frey Miguel, knew his self-sacrificing patriotism and passionate +devotion to the cause of Don Antonio, remembered the firm dignity of +his prisoner, and leapt at a justifiable conclusion. The man in his +hands--the man whom the Princess Anne addressed in such passionate terms +by the title of Majesty--was the Prior of Crato. He conceived that he +had stumbled here upon something grave and dangerous. He ordered the +arrest of Frey Miguel, and then proceeded to visit Dona Ana at the +convent. His methods were crafty, and depended upon the effect of +surprise. He opened the interview by holding up before her one of the +letters he had found, asking her if she acknowledged it for her own. + +She stared a moment panic-stricken; then snatched it from his hands, +tore it across, and would have torn again, but that he caught her wrists +in a grip of iron to prevent her, with little regard in that moment for +the blood royal in her veins. King Philip was a stern master, pitiless +to blunderers, and Don Rodrigo knew he never would be forgiven did he +suffer that precious letter to be destroyed. + +Overpowered in body and in spirit, she surrendered the fragments and +confessed the letter her own. + +"What is the real name of this man, who calls himself a pastry-cook, and +to whom you write in such terms as these?" quoth the magistrate. + +"He is Don Sebastian, King of Portugal." And to that declaration +she added briefly the story of his escape from Alcacer-el-Kebir and +subsequent penitential wanderings. + +Don Rodrigo departed, not knowing what to think or believe, but +convinced that it was time he laid the whole matter before King Philip. +His Catholic Majesty was deeply perturbed. He at once dispatched Don +Juan de Llano, the Apostolic Commissary of the Holy Office to Madrigal +to sift the matter, and ordered that Anne should be solitarily confined +in her cell, and her nuns-in-waiting and servants placed under arrest. + +Espinosa, for greater security, was sent from Valladolid to the prison +of Medina del Campo. He was taken thither in a coach with an escort of +arquebusiers. + +"Why convey a poor pastry-cook with so much honour?" he asked his +guards, half-mockingly. + +Within the coach he was accompanied by a soldier named Cervatos, a +travelled man, who fell into talk with him, and discovered that he spoke +both French and German fluently. But when Cervatos addressed him in +Portuguese the prisoner seemed confused, and replied that although he +had been in Portugal, he could not speak the language. + +Thereafter, throughout that winter, examinations of the three chief +prisoners--Espinosa, Frey Miguel, and the Princess Anne--succeeded one +another with a wearisome monotony of results. The Apostolic Commissary +interrogated the princess and Frey Miguel; Don Rodrigo conducted the +examinations of Espinosa. But nothing was elicited that took the matter +forward or tended to dispel its mystery. + +The princess replied with a candour that became more and more +tinged with indignation under the persistent and at times insulting +interrogatories. She insisted that the prisoner was Don Sebastian, and +wrote passionate letters to Espinosa, begging him for her honour's sake +to proclaim himself what he really was, declaring to him that the time +had come to cast off all disguise. + +Yet the prisoner, unmoved by these appeals, persisted that he was +Gabriel de Espinosa, a pastry-cook. But the man's bearing, and the +air of mystery cloaking him, seemed in themselves to belie that +asseveration. That he could not be the Prior of Crato, Don Rodrigo had +now assured himself. He fenced skilfully under examination, ever evading +the magistrate's practiced point when it sought to pin him, and he was +no less careful to say nothing that should incriminate either of the +other two prisoners. He denied that he had ever given himself out to be +Don Sebastian, though he admitted that Frey Miguel and the princess had +persuaded themselves that he was that lost prince. + +He pleaded ignorance when asked who were his parents, stating that he +had never known either of them--an answer this which would have fitted +the case of Don Sebastian, who was born after his father's death, and +quitted in early infancy by his mother. + +As for Frey Miguel, he stated boldly under examination the conviction +that Don Sebastian had survived the African expedition, and the belief +that Espinosa might well be the missing monarch. He protested that +he had acted in good faith throughout, and without any thought of +disloyalty to the King of Spain. + +Late one night, after he had been some three months in prison, Espinosa +was roused from sleep by an unexpected visit from the Alcalde. At once +he would have risen and dressed. + +"Nay," said Don Rodrigo, restraining him, "that is not necessary for +what is intended." + +It was a dark phrase which the prisoner, sitting up in bed with tousled +hair, and blinking in the light of the torches, instantly interpreted +into a threat of torture. His face grew white. + +"It is impossible," he protested. "The King cannot have ordered what you +suggest. His Majesty will take into account that I am a man of honour. +He may require my death, but in an honourable manner, and not upon the +rack. And as for its being used to make me speak, I have nothing to add +to what I have said already." + +The stern, dark face of the Alcalde was overspread by a grim smile. + +"I would have you remark that you fall into contradictions. Sometimes +you pretend to be of humble and lowly origin, and sometimes a person of +honourable degree. To hear you at this moment one might suppose that to +submit you to torture would be to outrage your dignity. What then..." + +Don Rodrigo broke off suddenly to stare, then snatched a torch from the +hand of his alguaziles and held it close to the face of the prisoner, +who cowered now, knowing full well what it was the Alcalde had detected. +In that strong light Don Rodrigo saw that the prisoner's hair and beard +had turned grey at the roots, and so received the last proof that he had +to do with the basest of impostures. The fellow had been using dyes, +the supply of which had been cut short by his imprisonment. Don Rodrigo +departed well-satisfied with the results of that surprise visit. + +Thereafter Espinosa immediately shaved himself. But it was too late, and +even so, before many weeks were past his hair had faded to its natural +grey, and he presented the appearance of what in fact he was--a man of +sixty, or thereabouts. + +Yet the torture to which he was presently submitted drew nothing from +him that could explain all that yet remained obscure. It was from Frey +Miguel, after a thousand prevarications and tergiversations, that the +full truth--known to himself alone--was extracted by the rack. + +He confessed that, inspired by the love of country and the ardent desire +to liberate Portugal from the Spanish yoke, he had never abandoned the +hope of achieving this, and of placing Don Antonio, the Prior of +Crato, on the throne of his ancestors. He had devised a plan, primarily +inspired by the ardent nature of the Princess Anne and her impatience of +the conventual life. It was while casting about for the chief instrument +that he fortuitously met Espinosa in the streets of Madrigal. Espinosa +had been a soldier, and had seen the world. During the war between Spain +and Portugal he had served in the armies of King Philip, had befriended +Frey Miguel when the friar's convent was on the point of being invaded +by soldiery, and had rescued him from the peril of it. Thus they had +become acquainted, and Frey Miguel had had an instance of the man's +resource and courage. Further, he was of the height of Don Sebastian and +of the build to which the king might have grown in the years that were +sped, and he presented other superficial resemblances to the late king. +The colour of his hair and beard could be corrected; and he might be +made to play the part of the Hidden Prince for whose return Portugal was +waiting so passionately and confidently. There had been other impostors +aforetime, but they had lacked the endowments of Espinosa, and their +origins could be traced without difficulty. In addition to these natural +endowments, Espinosa should be avouched by Frey Miguel than whom nobody +in the world was better qualified in such a matter--and by the niece of +King Philip, to whom he would be married when he raised his standard. +It was arranged that the three should go to Paris so soon as the +arrangements were complete, where the Pretender would be accredited by +the exiled friends of Don Antonio residing there--the Prior of Crato +being a party to the plot. From France Frey Miguel would have worked in +Portugal through his agents, and presently would have gone there +himself to stir up a national movement in favour of a pretender so +fully accredited. Thus he had every hope of restoring Portugal to her +independence. Once this should have been accomplished, Don Antonio would +appear in Lisbon, unmask the impostor, and himself assume the crown of +the kingdom which had been forcibly and definitely wrenched from Spain. + +That was the crafty plan which the priest had laid with a singleness of +aim and a detachment from minor considerations that never hesitated +to sacrifice the princess, together with the chief instrument of the +intrigue. Was the liberation of a kingdom, the deliverance of a nation +from servitude, the happiness of a whole people, to weigh in the balance +against the fates of a natural daughter of Don John of Austria and a +soldier of fortune turned pastry-cook? Frey Miguel thought not, and his +plot might well have succeeded but for the base strain in Espinosa and +the man's overweening vanity, which had urged him to dazzle the Gonzales +at Valladolid. That vanity sustained him to the end, which he suffered +in October of 1595, a full year after his arrest. To the last he avoided +admissions that should throw light upon his obscure identity and origin. + +"If it were known who I am..." he would say, and there break off. + +He was hanged, drawn and quartered, and he endured his fate with calm +fortitude. Frey Miguel suffered in the same way with the like dignity, +after having undergone degradation from his priestly dignity. + +As for the unfortunate Princess Anne, crushed under a load of shame and +humiliation, she had gone to her punishment in the previous July. The +Apostolic Commissary notified her of the sentence which King Philip +had confirmed. She was to be transferred to another convent, there to +undergo a term of four years' solitary confinement in her cell, and to +fast on bread and water every Friday. She was pronounced incapable of +ever holding any office, and was to be treated on the expiry of her term +as an ordinary nun, her civil list abolished, her title of Excellency +to be extinguished, together with all other honours and privileges +conferred upon her by King Philip. + +The piteous letters of supplication that she addressed to the King, her +uncle, still exist. But they left the cold, implacable Philip of Spain +unmoved. Her only sin was that, yielding to the hunger of her starved +heart, and chafing under the ascetic life imposed upon her, she had +allowed herself to be fascinated by the prospect of becoming the +protectress of one whom she believed to be an unfortunate and romantic +prince, and of exchanging her convent for a throne. + +Her punishment--poor soul--endured for close upon forty years, but the +most terrible part of it was not that which lay within the prescription +of King Philip, but that which arose from her own broken and humiliated +spirit. She had been uplifted a moment by a glorious hope, to be cast +down again into the blackest despair, to which a shame unspeakable and a +tortured pride were added. + +Than hers, as I have said, there is in history no sadder story. + + + + + + +V. THE END OF THE "VERT GALANT" + +The Assassination of Henry IV + +In the year 1609 died the last Duke of Cleves, and King Henry IV. of +France and Navarre fell in love with Charlotte de Montmorency. + +In their conjunction these two events were to influence the destinies of +Europe. In themselves they were trivial enough, since it was as much +a commonplace that an old gentleman should die as that Henry of Bearn +should fall in love. Love had been the main relaxation of his otherwise +strenuous life, and neither the advancing years--he was fifty-six +at this date--nor the recriminations of Maria de' Medici, his +long-suffering Florentine wife, sufficed to curb his zest. + +Possibly there may have been a husband more unfaithful than King Henry; +probably there was not. His gallantries were outrageous, his taste in +women catholic, and his illegitimate progeny outnumbered that of his +grandson, the English sultan Charles II. He differs, however, from +the latter in that he was not quite as Oriental in the manner of his +self-indulgence. Charles, by comparison, was a mere dullard who turned +Whitehall into a seraglio. Henry preferred the romantic manner, the high +adventure, and knew how to be gallant in two senses. + +This gallantry of his is not, perhaps, seen to best advantage in the +affair of Charlotte de Montmorency To begin with he was, as I have said, +in his fifty-sixth year, an age at which it is difficult, without being +ridiculous, to unbridle a passion for a girl of twenty. Unfortunately +for him, Charlotte does not appear to have found him so. On the +contrary, her lovely, empty head was so turned by the flattery of his +addresses, that she came to reciprocate the passion she inspired. + +Her family had proposed to marry her to the gay and witty Marshal de +Bassompierre; and although his heart was not at all engaged, the marshal +found the match extremely suitable, and was willing enough, until the +King declared himself. Henry used the most impudent frankness. + +"Bassompierre, I will speak to you as a friend," said he. "I am in love, +and desperately in love, with Mademoiselle de Montmorency. If you should +marry her I should hate you. If she should love me you would hate me. A +breach of our friendship would desolate me, for I love you with sincere +affection." + +That was enough for Bassompierre. He had no mind to go further with a +marriage of convenience which in the sequel would most probably give him +to choose between assuming the ridiculous role of a complacent husband +and being involved in a feud with his prince. He said as much, and +thanked the King for his frankness, whereupon Henry, liking him more +than ever for his good sense, further opened his mind to him. + +"I am thinking of marrying her to my nephew, Conde. Thus I shall have +her in my family to be the comfort of my old age, which is coming on. +Conde, who thinks of nothing but hunting, shall have a hundred thousand +livres a year with which to amuse himself." + +Bassompierre understood perfectly the kind of bargain that was in +Henry's mind. As for the Prince de Conde, he appears to have been less +acute, no doubt because his vision was dazzled by the prospect of a +hundred thousand livres a year. So desperately poor was he that for half +that sum he would have taken Lucifer's own daughter to wife, without +stopping to consider the disadvantages it might entail. + +The marriage was quietly celebrated at Chantilly in February of 1609. +Trouble followed fast. Not only did Conde perceive at last precisely +what was expected of him, and indignantly rebel against it, but the +Queen, too, was carefully instructed in the matter by Concino Concini +and his wife Leonora Galigai, the ambitious adventurers who had come +from Florence in her train, and who saw in the King's weakness their own +opportunity. + +The scandal that ensued was appalling. Never before had the relations +between Henry and his queen been strained so nearly to breaking-point. +And then, whilst the trouble of Henry's own making was growing about +him until it threatened to overwhelm him, he received a letter from +Vaucelas, his ambassador at Madrid, containing revelations that changed +his annoyance into stark apprehension. + +When the last Duke of Cleves died a few months before, "leaving all the +world his heirs"--to use Henry's own phrase--the Emperor had stepped in, +and over-riding the rights of certain German princes had bestowed +the fief upon his own nephew, the Archduke Leopold. Now this was an +arrangement that did not suit Henry's policy at all, and being then--as +the result of a wise husbanding of resources--the most powerful prince +in Europe, Henry was not likely to submit tamely to arrangements that +did not suit him. His instructions to Vaucelas were to keep open the +difference between France and the House of Austria arising out of +this matter of Cleves. All Europe knew that Henry desired to marry the +Dauphin to the heiress of Lorraine, so that this State might one day be +united with France; and it was partly to support this claim that he was +now disposed to attach the German princes to his interests. + +Yet what Vaucelas told him in that letter was that certain agents at the +court of Spain, chief among whom was the Florentine ambassador, acting +upon instructions from certain members of the household of the Queen of +France, and from others whom Vaucelas said he dared not mention, were +intriguing to blast Henry's designs against the house of Austria, and to +bring him willy-nilly into a union with Spain. These agents had gone so +far in their utter disregard of Henry's own intentions as to propose to +the Council of Madrid that the alliance should be cemented by a marriage +between the Dauphin and the Infanta. + +That letter sent Henry early one morning hot-foot to the Arsenal, where +Sully, his Minister of State, had his residence. Maximilien de Bethune, +Duke of Sully, was not merely the King's servant, he was his closest +friend, the very keeper of his soul; and the King leaned upon him and +sought his guidance not only in State affairs, but in the most intimate +and domestic matters. Often already had it fallen to Sully to patch up +the differences created between husband and wife by Henry's persistent +infidelities. + +The King, arriving like the whirlwind, turned everybody out of the +closet in which the duke--but newly risen--received him in bed-gown and +night-cap. Alone with his minister, Henry came abruptly to the matter. + +"You have heard what is being said of me?" he burst out. He stood with +his back to the window, a sturdy, erect, soldierly figure, a little +above the middle height, dressed like a captain of fortune in jerkin and +long boots of grey leather, and a grey hat with a wine-coloured ostrich +plume. His countenance matched his raiment. Keeneyed, broad of brow, +with a high-bridged, pendulous nose, red lips, a tuft of beard and +a pair of grizzled, bristling moustachios, he looked half-hero, +half-satyr; half-Captain, half-Polichinelle. + +Sully, tall and broad, the incarnation of respectability and dignity, +despite bed-gown and slippers and the nightcap covering his high, bald +crown, made no presence of misunderstanding him. + +"Of you and the Princesse de Conde, you mean, sire?" quoth he, and +gravely he shook his head. "It is a matter that has filled me with +apprehension, for I foresee from it far greater trouble than from any +former attachment of yours." + +"So they have convinced you, too, Grand-Master?" Henry's tone was almost +sorrowful. "Yet I swear that all is greatly exaggerated. It is the work +of that dog Concini. Ventre St. Gris! If he has no respect for me, at +least he might consider how he slanders a child of such grace and wit +and beauty, a lady of her high birth and noble lineage." + +There was a dangerous quiver of emotion in his voice that was not missed +by the keen ears of Sully. Henry moved from the window, and flung into a +chair. + +"Concini works to enrage the Queen against me, and to drive her to +take violent resolutions which might give colour to their pernicious +designs." + +"Sire!" It was a cry of protest from Sully. + +Henry laughed grimly at his minister's incredulity, and plucked forth +the letter from Vaucelas. + +"Read that." + +Sully read, and, aghast at what the letter told him, ejaculated: "They +must be mad!" + +"Oh, no," said the King. "They are not mad. They are most wickedly sane, +which is why their designs fill me with apprehension. What do you infer, +Grand-Master, from such deliberate plots against resolutions from which +they know that nothing can turn me while I have life?" + +"What can I infer?" quoth Sully, aghast. + +"In acting thus--in daring to act thus," the King expounded, "they +proceed as if they knew that I can have but a short time to live." + +"Sire!" + +"What else? They plan events which cannot take place until I am dead." + +Sully stared at his master for a long moment, in stupefied silence, his +loyal Huguenot soul refusing to discount by flattery the truth that he +perceived. + +"Sire," he said at last, bowing his fine head, "you must take your +measures." + +"Ay, but against whom? Who are these that Vaucelas says he dare not +name? Can you suggest another than..." He paused, shrinking in horror +from completing the utterance of his thought. Then, with an abrupt +gesture, he went on, "... than the Queen herself?" + +Sully quietly placed the letter on the table, and sat down. He took his +chin in his hand and looked squarely across at Henry. + +"Sire, you have brought this upon yourself. You have exasperated +her Majesty; you have driven her in despair to seek and act upon the +councils of this scoundrel Concini. There never was an attachment of +yours that did not beget trouble with the Queen, but never such trouble +as I have been foreseeing from your attachment to the Princess of Conde. +Sire, will you not consider where you stand?" + +"They are lies, I tell you," Henry stormed. But Sully the uncompromising +gravely shook his head. "At least," Henry amended, "they are gross +exaggerations. Oh, I confess to you, my friend, that I am sick with love +of her. Day and night I see nothing but her gracious image. I sigh and +fret and fume like any callow lad of twenty. I suffer the tortures of +the damned. And yet... and yet, I swear to you, Sully, that I will curb +this passion though it kill me. I will stifle these fires, though they +consume my soul to ashes. No harm shall come to her from me. No harm +has come yet. I swear it. These stories that are put about are the +inventions of Concini to set my wife against me. Do you know how far +he and his wife have dared to go? They have persuaded the Queen to eat +nothing that is not prepared in the kitchen they have set up for her +in their own apartments. What can you conclude from that but that they +suggest that I desire to poison her?" + +"Why suffer it, sire?" quoth Sully gravely. "Send the pair packing back +to Florence, and so be rid of them." + +Henry rose in agitation. "I have a mind to. Ventre St. Gris! I have a +mind to. Yes, it is the only thing. You can manage it, Sully. Disabuse +her mind of her Suspicions regarding the Princess of Conde; make my +peace with her; convince her of my sincerity, of my firm intention +to have done with gallantry, so that she on her side will make me the +sacrifice of banishing the Concinis. You will do this, my friend?" + +It was no less than Sully had been expecting from past experience, +and the task was one in which he was by now well-practiced; but the +situation had never before been quite so difficult. He rose. + +"Why, surely, sire," said he. "But her Majesty on her side may require +something more to reconcile her to the sacrifice. She may reopen the +question of her coronation so long and--in her view--so unreasonably +postponed." + +Henry's face grew overcast, his brows knit. "I have always had an +instinct against it, as you know, Grand Master," said he, "and this +instinct is strengthened by what that letter has taught me. If she will +dare so much, having so little real power, what might she not do if..." +He broke off, and fell to musing. "If she demands it we must yield, +I suppose," he said at length. "But give her to understand that if I +discover any more of her designs with Spain I shall be provoked to the +last degree against her. And as an antidote to these machinations at +Madrid you may publish my intention to uphold the claims of the German +Princes in the matter of Cleves, and let all the world know that we are +arming to that end." + +He may have thought--as was long afterwards alleged--that the threat +itself should be sufficient, for there was at that time no power in +Europe that could have stood against his armies in the field. + +On that they parted, with a final injunction from Sully that Henry +should see the Princesse de Conde no more. + +"I swear to you, Grand Master, that I will use restraint and respect +the sacred tie I formed between my nephew and Charlotte solely so that I +might impose silence upon my own passion." + +And the good Sully writes in comment upon this: "I should have relied +absolutely upon these assurances had I not known how easy it is for a +heart tender and passionate as was his to deceive itself"--which is +the most amiable conceivable way of saying that he attached not the +slightest faith to the King's promise. + +Nevertheless he went about the task of making the peace between the +royal couple with all the skill and tact that experience had taught him; +and he might have driven a good bargain on his master's behalf but for +his master's own weakness in supporting him. Maria de' Medici would +not hear of the banishment of the Concinis, to whom she was so deeply +attached. She insisted with perfect justice that she was a bitterly +injured woman, and refused to entertain any idea of reconciliation save +with the condition that arrangements for her coronation as Queen of +France--which was no more than her due--should be made at once, and that +the King should give an undertaking not to make himself ridiculous any +longer by his pursuit of the Princess of Conde. Of the matters contained +in the letter of Vaucelas she denied all knowledge, nor would suffer any +further inquisition. + +From Henry's point of view this was anything but satisfactory. But he +yielded. Conscience made a coward of him. He had wronged her so much +in one way that he must make some compensating concessions to her in +another. This weakness was part of his mental attitude towards her, +which swung constantly between confidence and diffidence, esteem and +indifference, affection and coldness; at times he inclined to put her +from him entirely; at others he opined that no one on his Council was +more capable of the administration of affairs. Even in the indignation +aroused by the proof he held of her disloyalty, he was too just not +to admit the provocation he had given her. So he submitted to a +reconciliation on her own terms, and pledged himself to renounce +Charlotte. We have no right to assume from the sequel that he was not +sincere in the intention. + +By the following May events proved the accuracy of Sully's judgment. The +court was at Fontainebleau when the last bulwark of Henry's prudence was +battered down by the vanity of that lovely fool, Charlotte, who must be +encouraging her royal lover to resume his flattering homage. But both +appear to have reckoned without the lady's husband. + +Henry presented Charlotte with jewels to the value of eighteen thousand +livres, purchased from Messier, the jeweller of the Pont au Change; and +you conceive what the charitable ladies of the Court had to say about +it. At the first hint of scandal Monsieur de Conde put himself into +a fine heat, and said things which pained and annoyed the King +exceedingly. Henry had amassed a considerable and varied experience +of jealous husbands in his time; but he had never met one quite so +intolerable as this nephew of his. He complained of it in a letter to +Sully. + +"My friend,--Monsieur the Prince is here, but he acts like a man +possessed. You will be angry and ashamed at the things he says of me. I +shall end by losing all patience with him. In the meanwhile I am obliged +to talk to him with severity." + +More severe than any talk was Henry's instruction to Sully to withhold +payment of the last quarter of the prince's allowance, and to give +refusals to his creditors and purveyors. Thus he intended also, no +doubt, to make it clear to Conde that he did not receive a pension of a +hundred thousand livres a year for nothing. + +"If this does not keep him in bounds," Henry concluded, "we must think +of some other method, for he says the most injurious things of me." + +So little did it keep the prince in bounds--as Henry understood the +phrase--that he immediately packed his belongings, and carried his wife +off to his country house. It was quite in vain that Henry wrote to him +representing that this conduct was dishonouring to them both, and that +the only place for a prince of the blood was the court of his sovereign. + +The end of it all was that the reckless and romantic Henry took to +night-prowling about the grounds of Conde's chateau. In the disguise of +a peasant you see his Majesty of France and Navarre, whose will was +law in Europe, shivering behind damp hedges, ankle-deep in wet grass, +spending long hours in love-lore, ecstatic contemplation of her lighted +window, and all--so far as we can gather--for no other result than the +aggravation of certain rheumatic troubles which should have reminded him +that he was no longer of an age to pursue these amorous pernoctations. + +But where his stiffening joints failed, the Queen succeeded. Henry had +been spied upon, of course, as he always was when he strayed from the +path of matrimonial rectitude. The Concinis saw to that. And when they +judged the season ripe, they put her Majesty in possession of the facts. +So inflamed was she by this fresh breach of trust that war was declared +anew between the royal couple, and the best that Sully's wit and labours +could now accomplish was a sort of armed truce. + +And then at last in the following November the Prince de Conde took +the desperate resolve of quitting France with his wife, without +troubling--as was his duty--to obtain the King's consent. On the last +night of that month, as Henry was at cards in the Louvre, the Chevalier +du Guet brought him the news of the prince's flight. + +"I never in my life," says Bassompierre, who was present, "saw a man so +distracted or in so violent a passion." + +He flung down his cards, and rose, sending his chair crashing over +behind him. "I am undone!" was his cry. "Undone! This madman has carried +off his wife--perhaps to kill her." White and shaking, he turned to +Bassompierre. "Take care of my money," he bade him, "and go on with the +game." + +He lurched out of the room, and dispatched a messenger to the Arsenal to +fetch M. de Sully. Sully obeyed the summons and came at once, but in an +extremely bad temper, for it was late at night, and he was overburdened +with work. + +He found the King in the Queen's chamber, walking backward and forward, +his head sunk upon his breast, his hands clenched behind him. The Queen, +a squarely-built, square-faced woman, sat apart, attended by a few of +her ladies and one or two gentlemen of her train. Her countenance was +set and inscrutable, and her brooding eyes were fixed upon the King. + +"Ha, Grand Master!" was Henry's greeting, his voice harsh and strained. +"What do you say to this? What is to be done now?" + +"Nothing at all, sire," says Sully, as calm as his master was excited. + +"Nothing! What sort of advice is that?" + +"The best advice that you can follow, sire. This affair should be talked +of as little as possible, nor should it appear to be of any consequence +to you, or capable of giving you the least uneasiness." + +The Queen cleared her throat huskily. "Good advice, Monsieur le Duc," +she approved him. "He will be wise to follow it." Her voice strained, +almost threatening. "But, in this matter, I doubt wisdom and he have +long since become strangers." + +That put him in a passion, and in a passion he left her to do the +maddest thing he had ever done. In the garb of a courier, and with a +patch over one eye to complete his disguise, he set out in pursuit of +the fugitives. He had learnt that they had taken the road to Landrecy, +which was enough for him. Stage by stage he followed them in that flight +to Flanders, picking up the trail as he went, and never pausing until he +had reached the frontier without overtaking them. + +It was all most romantic, and the lady, when she learnt of it, shed +tears of mingled joy and rage, and wrote him impassioned letters in +which she addressed him as her knight, and implored him, as he loved +her, to come and deliver her from the detestable tyrant who held her in +thrall. Those perfervid appeals completed his undoing, drove him mad, +and blinded him to everything--even to the fact that his wife, too, was +shedding tears, and that these were of rage undiluted by any more tender +emotion. + +He began by sending Praslin to require the Archduke to order the Prince +of Conde to leave his dominions. And when the Archduke declined with +dignity to be guilty of any such breach of the law of nations, Henry +dispatched Coeuvres secretly to Brussels to carry off thence the +princess. But Maria de' Medici was on the alert, and frustrated the +design by sending a warning of what was intended to the Marquis Spinola, +as a result of which the Prince de Conde and his wife were housed for +greater security in the Archduke's own palace. + +Checkmated at all points, yet goaded further by the letters which he +continued to receive from that most foolish of princesses, Henry took +the wild decision that to obtain her he would invade the Low Countries +as the first step in the execution of that design of a war with Spain +which hitherto had been little more than a presence. The matter of the +Duchy of Cleves was a pretext ready to his hand. To obtain the woman he +desired he would set Europe in a blaze. + +He took that monstrous resolve at the very beginning of the new year, +and in the months that followed France rang with preparations. It rang, +too, with other things which should have given him pause. It rang with +the voice of preachers giving expression to the popular view; that +Cleves was not worth fighting for, that the war was unrighteous--a war +undertaken by Catholic France to defend Protestant interests against the +very champions of Catholicism in Europe. And soon it began to ring too, +with prophecies of the King's approaching end. + +These prognostics rained upon him from every quarter. Thomassin, and the +astrologer La Brosse, warned him of a message from the stars that May +would be fraught with danger for him. From Rome--from the very pope +himself came notice of a conspiracy against him in which he was told +that the very highest in the land were engaged. From Embrun, Bayonne, +and Douai came messages of like purport, and early in May a note was +found one morning on the altar of the church of Montargis announcing the +King's approaching death. + +But that is to anticipate. Meanwhile, Henry had pursued his preparations +undeterred by either warnings or prognostications. There had been so +many conspiracies against his life already that he was become careless +and indifferent in such matters. Yet surely there never had been one +that was so abundantly heralded from every quarter, or ever one that +was hatched under conditions so propitious as those which he had himself +created now. In his soul he was not at ease, and the source of his +uneasiness was the coronation of the Queen, for which the preparations +were now going forward. + +He must have known that if danger of assassination threatened him from +any quarter it was most to be feared from those whose influence with the +Queen was almost such as to give them a control over her--the Concinis +and their unavowed but obvious ally the Duke of Epernon. If he were +dead, and the Queen so left that she could be made absolute regent +during the Dauphin's minority, it was those adventurers who would become +through her the true rulers of France, and so enrich themselves and +gratify to the full their covetous ambitions. He saw clearly that his +safety lay in opposing this coronation--already fixed for the 13th +May--which Maria de' Medici was so insistent should take place before +his departure for the wars. The matter so preyed upon his mind that last +he unburdened himself to Sully one day at the Arsenal. + +"Oh, my friend," he cried, "this coronation does not please me. My heart +tells me that some fatality will follow." + +He sat down, grasping the case of his reading-glass, whilst Sully could +only stare at him amazed by this out-burst. Thus he remained awhile in +deep thought. Then he started up again. + +"Pardieu!" he cried. "I shall be murdered in this city. It is their only +resource. I see it plainly. This cursed coronation will be the cause of +my death." + +"What a thought, sir!" + +"You think that I have been reading the almanach or paying heed to the +prophets, eh? But listen to me now, Grand Master." And wrinkles deepened +about the bold, piercing eyes. "It is four months and more since we +announced our intention of going to war, and France has resounded with +our preparations. We have made no secret of it. Yet in Spain not a +finger has been lifted in preparation to resist us, not a sword has been +sharpened. Upon what does Spain build? Whence her confidence that in +despite of my firm resolve and my abundant preparations, despite the +fact announced that I am to march on the last of this month, despite the +fact that my troops are already in Champagne with a train of artillery +so complete and well-furnished that France has never seen the like of +it, and perhaps never will again--whence the confidence that despite all +this there is no need to prepare defences? Upon what do they build, I +say, when they assume, as assume they must, that there will be no war? +Resolve me that, Grand Master." + +But Sully, overwhelmed, could only gasp and ejaculate. + +"You had not thought of it, eh? Yet it is clear enough Spain builds on +my death. And who are the friends of Spain here in France? Who was it +intrigued with Spain in such a way and to such ends as in my lifetime +could never have been carried to an issue? Ha! You see." + +"I cannot, sire. It is too horrible. It is impossible!" cried that +loyal, honest gentleman. "And yet if you are convinced of it, you should +break off this coronation, your journey, and your war. If you wish it +so, it is not difficult to satisfy you." + +"Ay, that is it." He came to his feet, and gripped the duke's shoulder +in his strong, nervous hand. "Break off this coronation, and never +let me hear of it again. That will suffice. Thus I can rid my mind of +apprehensions, and leave Paris with nothing to fear." + +"Very well. I will send at once to Notre Dame and to St. Denis, to stop +the preparations and dismiss the workmen." + +"Ah, wait." The eyes that for a moment had sparkled with new hope, grew +dull again; the lines of care descended between the brows. "Oh, what to +decide! What to decide! It is what I wish, my friend. But how will my +wife take it?" + +"Let her take it as she will. I cannot believe that she will continue +obstinate when she knows what apprehensions you have of disaster." + +"Perhaps not, perhaps not," he answered. But his tone was not sanguine. +"Try to persuade her, Sully. Without her consent I cannot do this thing. +But you will know how to persuade her. Go to her." + +Sully suspended the preparations for the coronation, and sought the +Queen. For three days, he tells us, he used prayers, entreaties, and +arguments with which to endeavour to move her. But all was labour lost. +Maria de' Medici was not to be moved. To all Sully's arguments she +opposed an argument that was unanswerable. + +Unless she were crowned Queen of France, as was her absolute right, she +would be a person of no account and subject to the Council of Regency +during the King's absence, a position unworthy and intolerable to her, +the mother of the Dauphin. + +And so it was Henry's part to yield. His hands were tied by the wrongs +that he had done, and the culminating wrong that he was doing her by +this very war, as he had himself openly acknowledged. He had chanced one +day to ask the Papal Nuncio what Rome thought of this war. + +"Those who have the best information," the Nuncio answered boldly, +"are of opinion that the principal object of the war is the Princess of +Conde, whom your Majesty wishes to bring back to France." + +Angered by this priestly insolence, Henry's answer had been an +impudently defiant acknowledgment of the truth of that allegation. + +"Yes, by God!" he cried. "Yes--most certainly I want to have her +back, and I will have her back; no one shall hinder me, not even God's +viceregent on earth." + +Having uttered those words, which he knew to have been carried to the +Queen, and to have wounded her perhaps more deeply than anything that +had yet happened in this affair, his conscience left him, despite his +fears, powerless now to thwart her even to the extent of removing those +pernicious familiars of hers of whose plottings he had all but positive +evidence. + +And so the coronation was at last performed with proper pomp and +magnificence at St. Denis on Thursday, the 13th May. It had been +concerted that the festivities should last four days and conclude on the +Sunday with the Queen's public entry into Paris. On the Monday the +King was to set out to take command of his armies, which were already +marching upon the frontiers. + +Thus Henry proposed, but the Queen--convinced by his own admission of +the real aim and object of the war, and driven by outraged pride to hate +the man who offered her this crowning insult, and determined that at +all costs it must be thwarted--had lent an ear to Concini's purpose to +avenge her, and was ready to repay infidelity with infidelity. Concini +and his fellow-conspirators had gone to work so confidently that a week +before the coronation a courier had appeared in Liege, announcing +that he was going with news of Henry's assassination to the Princes of +Germany, whilst at the same time accounts of the King's death were being +published in France and Italy. + +Meanwhile, whatever inward misgivings Henry may have entertained, +outwardly at least he appeared serene and good-humoured at his wife's +coronation, gaily greeting her at the end of the ceremony by the title +of "Madam Regent." + +The little incident may have touched her, arousing her conscience. For +that night she disturbed his slumbers by sudden screams, and when he +sprang up in solicitous alarm she falteringly told him of a dream +in which she had seen him slain, and fell to imploring him with a +tenderness such as had been utterly foreign to her of late to take great +care of himself in the days to come. In the morning she renewed those +entreaties, beseeching him not to leave the Louvre that day, urging that +she had a premonition it would be fatal to him. + +He laughed for answer. "You have heard of the predictions of La Brosse," +said he. "Bah! You should not attach credit to such nonsense." + +Anon came the Duke of Vendome, his natural son by the Marquise de +Verneuil, with a like warning and a like entreaty, only to receive a +like answer. + +Being dull and indisposed as a consequence of last night's broken rest, +Henry lay down after dinner. But finding sleep denied him, he rose, +pensive and gloomy, and wandered aimlessly down, and out into the +courtyard. There an exempt of the guard, of whom he casually asked the +time, observing the King's pallor and listlessness, took the liberty of +suggesting that his Majesty might benefit if he took the air. + +That chance remark decided Henry's fate. His eyes quickened +responsively. "You advise well," said he. "Order my coach. I will go to +the Arsenal to see the Duc de Sully, who is indisposed." + +On the stones beyond the gates, where lackeys were wont to await their +masters, sat a lean fellow of some thirty years of age, in a dingy, +clerkly attire, so repulsively evil of countenance that he had once been +arrested on no better grounds than because it was deemed impossible that +a man with such a face could be other than a villain. + +Whilst the coach was being got ready, Henry re-entered the Louvre, and +startled the Queen by announcing his intention. With fearful insistence +she besought him to countermand the order, and not to leave the palace. + +"I will but go there and back," he said, laughing at her fears. "I shall +have returned before you realize that I have gone." And so he went, +never to return alive. + +He sat at the back of the coach, and the weather being fine all the +curtains were drawn up so that he might view the decorations of the city +against the Queen's public entry on Sunday. The Duc d'Epernon was on +his right, the Duc de Montbazon and the Marquis de la Force on his left. +Lavordin and Roquelaure were in the right boot, whilst near the left +boot, opposite to Henry, sat Mirebeau and du Plessis Liancourt. He was +attended only by a small number of gentlemen on horseback, and some +footmen. + +The coach turned from the Rue St. Honore into the narrow Rue de la +Ferronerie, and there was brought to a halt by a block occasioned by +the meeting of two carts, one laden with hay, the other with wine. The +footmen went ahead with the exception of two. Of these, one advanced to +clear a way for the royal vehicle, whilst the other took the opportunity +to fasten his garter. + +At that moment, gliding like a shadow between the coach and the shops, +came that shabby, hideous fellow who had been sitting on the stones +outside the Louvre an hour ago. Raising himself by deliberately standing +upon one of the spokes of the stationary wheel, he leaned over the Duc +d'Epernon, and, whipping a long, stout knife from his sleeve, stabbed +Henry in the breast. The King, who was in the act of reading a letter, +cried out, and threw up his arms in an instinctive warding movement, +thereby exposing his heart. The assassin stabbed again, and this time +the blade went deep. + +With a little gasping cough, Henry sank together, and blood gushed from +his mouth. + +The predictions were fulfilled; the tale borne by the courier riding +through Liege a week ago was made true, as were the stories of his death +already at that very hour circulating in Antwerp, Malines, Brussels, and +elsewhere. + +The murderer aimed yet a third blow, but this at last was parried by +Epernon, whereupon the fellow stepped back from the coach, and stood +there, making no attempt to escape, or even to rid himself of the +incriminating knife. St. Michel, one of the King's gentlemen-in-waiting, +who had followed the coach, whipped out his sword and would have slain +him on the spot had he not been restrained by Epernon. The footmen +seized the fellow, and delivered him over to the captain of the guard. +He proved to be a school-master of Angouleme--which was Epernon's +country. His name was Ravaillac. + +The curtains of the coach were drawn, the vehicle was put about, and +driven back to the Louvre, whilst to avoid all disturbance it was +announced to the people that the King was merely wounded. + +But St. Michel went on to the Arsenal, taking with him the knife that +had stabbed his master, to bear the sinister tidings to Henry's loyal +and devoted friend. Sully knew enough to gauge exactly whence the blow +had proceeded. With anger and grief in his heart he got to horse, ill +as he was, and, calling together his people, set out presently for the +Louvre, with a train one hundred strong, which was presently increased +to twice that number by many of the King's faithful servants who joined +his company as he advanced. In the Rue de la Pourpointicre a man in +passing slipped a note into his hand. + +It was a brief scrawl: "Monsieur, where are ye going? It is done. I have +seen him dead. If you enter the Louvre you will not escape any more than +he did." + +Nearing St. Innocent, the warning was repeated, this time by a gentleman +named du Jon, who stopped to mutter: + +"Monsieur le Duc, our evil is without remedy. Look to yourself, for this +strange blow will have fearful consequences." + +Again in the Rue St. Honore another note was thrown him, whose contents +were akin to those of the first. Yet with misgivings mounting swiftly +to certainty, Sully rode amain towards the Louvre, his train by now +amounting to some three hundred horse. But at the end of the street he +was stopped by M. de Vitry, who drew rein as they met. + +"Ah, monsieur," Vitry greeted him, "where are you going with such a +following? They will never suffer you to enter the Louvre with more than +two or three attendants, which I would not advise you to do. For this +plot does not end here. I have seen some persons so little sensible of +the loss they have sustained that they cannot even simulate the grief +they should feel. Go back, monsieur. There is enough for you to do +without going to the Louvre." + +Persuaded by Vitry's solemnity, and by what he knew in his heart, Sully +faced about and set out to retrace his steps. But presently he was +overtaken by a messenger from the Queen, begging him to come at once +to her at the Louvre, and to bring as few persons as possible with him. +"This proposal," he writes, "to go alone and deliver myself into the +hands of my enemies, who filled the Louvre, was not calculated to allay +my suspicions." + +Moreover he received word at that moment that an exempt of the guards +and a force of soldiers were already at the gates of the Arsenal, that +others had been sent to the Temple, where the powder was stored, and +others again to the treasurer of the Exchequer to stop all the money +there. + +"Convey to the Queen my duty and service," he bade the messenger, "and +assure her that until she acquaints me with her orders I shall continue +assiduously to attend the affairs of my office." And with that he went +to shut himself up in the Bastille, whither he was presently followed +by a stream of her Majesty's envoys, all bidding him to the Louvre. +But Sully, ill as he was, and now utterly prostrated by all that he had +endured, put himself to bed and made of his indisposition a sufficient +excuse. + +Yet on the morrow he allowed himself to be persuaded to obey her +summons, receiving certain assurances that he had no ground for any +apprehensions. Moreover, he may by now have felt a certain security in +the esteem in which the Parisians held him. An attempt against him in +the Louvre itself would prove that the blow that had killed his master +was not the independent act of a fanatic, as it was being represented; +and vengeance would follow swiftly upon the heads of those who would +thus betray themselves of having made of that poor wretch's fanaticism +an instrument to their evil ends. + +In that assurance he went, and he has left on record the burning +indignation aroused in him at the signs of satisfaction, complacency, +and even mirth that he discovered in that house of death. The +Queen herself, however, overwrought by the events, and perhaps +conscience-stricken by the tragedy which in the eleventh hour she had +sought to avert, burst into tears at sight of Sully, and brought in the +Dauphin, who flung himself upon the Duke's neck. + +"My son," the Queen addressed him, "this is Monsieur de Sully. You must +love him well, for he was one of the best and most faithful servants of +the King your father, and I entreat him to continue to serve you in the +same manner." + +Words so fair might have convinced a man less astute that all his +suspicions were unworthy. But, even then, the sequel would very quickly +have undeceived him. For very soon thereafter his fall was brought about +by the Concinis and their creatures, so that no obstacle should remain +between themselves and the full gratification of their fell ambitions. + +At once he saw the whole policy of the dead King subversed; he saw the +renouncing of all ancient alliances, and the union of the crowns +of France and Spain; the repealing of all acts of pacification; the +destruction of the Protestants; the dissipation of the treasures amassed +by Henry; the disgrace of those who would not receive the yoke of the +new favourites. All this Sully witnessed in his declining years, and he +witnessed, too, the rapid rise to the greatest power and dignity in the +State of that Florentine adventurer, Concino Concini--now bearing the +title of Marshal d'Ancre--who had so cunningly known how to profit by a +Queen's jealousy and a King's indiscretions. + +As for the miserable Ravaillac, it is pretended that he maintained under +torture and to the very hour of his death that he had no accomplices, +that what he had done he had done to prevent an unrighteous war against +Catholicism and the Pope--which was, no doubt, the falsehood with which +those who used him played upon his fanaticism and whetted him to their +service. I say "pretended" because, after all, complete records of his +examinations are not discoverable, and there is a story that when at the +point of death, seeing himself abandoned by those in whom perhaps he had +trusted, he signified a desire to confess, and did so confess; but the +notary Voisin, who took his depositions in articulo mortis, set them +down in a hand so slovenly as to be afterwards undecipherable. + +That may or may not be true. But the statement that when the President +du Harlay sought to pursue inquiries into certain allegations by a woman +named d'Escoman, which incriminated the Duc d'Epernon, he received a +royal order to desist, rests upon sound authority. + +That is the story of the assassination of Henry IV. re-told in the +light of certain records which appear to me to have been insufficiently +studied. They should suggest a train of speculation leading to +inferences which, whilst obvious, I hesitate to define absolutely. + +"If it be asked," says Perefixe, "who were the friends that suggested to +Ravaillac so damnable a design, history replies that it is ignorant and +that upon an action of such consequences it is not permissible to give +suspicions and conjectures for certain truths. The judges themselves who +interrogated him dared not open their mouths, and never mentioned the +matter but with gestures of horror and amazement." + + + + + + +VI. THE BARREN WOOING + +The Murder of Amy Robsart + +There had been a banquet, followed by a masque, and this again by a +dance in which the young queen had paired off with Lord Robert Dudley, +who in repute was the handsomest man in Europe, just as in fact he was +the vainest, shallowest, and most unscrupulous. There had been homage +and flattery lavishly expressed, and there was a hint of masked +hostility from certain quarters to spice the adventure, and to thrill +her bold young spirit. Never yet in all the months of her reign since +her coronation in January of last year had she felt so much a queen, and +so conscious of the power of her high estate; never so much a woman, +and so conscious of the weakness of her sex. The interaction of those +conflicting senses wrought upon her like a heady wine. She leaned more +heavily upon the silken arm of her handsome Master of the Horse, and +careless in her intoxication of what might be thought or said, she--who +by the intimate favour shown him had already loosed the tongue of +Scandal and set it chattering in every court in Europe--drew him forth +from that thronged and glittering chamber of the Palace of Whitehall +into the outer solitude and friendly gloom. + +And he, nothing loth to obey the suasion of that white hand upon his +arm, exultant, indeed, to parade before them all the power he had with +her, went willingly enough. Let Norfolk and Sussex scowl, let Arundel +bite his lip until it bled, and sober Cecil stare cold disapproval. They +should mend their countenances soon, and weigh their words or be for +ever silenced, when he was master in England. And that he would soon be +master he was assured to-night by every glance of her blue eyes, by the +pressure of that fair hand upon his arm, by the languishing abandonment +with which that warm young body swayed towards him, as they passed out +from the blaze of lights and the strains of music into the gloom and +silence of the gallery leading to the terrace. + +"Out--let us go out, Robin. Let me have air," she almost panted, as she +drew him on. + +Assuredly he would be master soon. Indeed, he might have been master +already but for that wife of his, that stumbling-block to his ambition, +who practiced the housewifely virtues at Cumnor Place, and clung so +tenaciously and so inconsiderately to life in spite of all his plans to +relieve her of the burden of it. + +For a year and more his name had been coupled with the Queen's in a +tale that hurt her honour as a woman and imperilled her dignity as a +sovereign. Already in October of 1559 Alvarez de Quadra, the Spanish +ambassador, had written home: "I have learnt certain things as to the +terms on which the Queen and Lord Robert stand towards each other which +I could not have believed." + +That was at a time when de Quadra was one of a dozen ambassadors who +were competing for her hand, and Lord Robert had, himself, appeared to +be an ally of de Quadra and an advocate of the Spanish marriage with the +Archduke Charles. But it was a presence which nowise deceived the astute +Spaniard, who employed a legion of spies to keep him well informed. + +"All the dallying with us," he wrote, "all the dallying with the Swede, +all the dallying there will be with the rest, one after another, is +merely to keep Lord Robert's enemies in play until his villainy about +his wife can be executed." + +What that particular villainy was, the ambassador had already stated +earlier in his letter. "I have learnt from a person who usually gives me +true information that Lord Robert has sent to have his wife poisoned." + +What had actually happened was that Sir Richard Verney--a trusted +retainer of Lord Robert's--had reported to Dr. Bayley, of New College, +Oxford, that Lady Robert Dudley was "sad and ailing," and had asked him +for a potion. But the doctor was learned in more matters than physic. He +had caught an echo of the tale of Lord Robert's ambition; he had heard +a whisper that whatever suitors might come from overseas for Elizabeth, +she would marry none but "my lord"--as Lord Robert was now commonly +styled. More, he had aforetime heard rumours of the indispositions of +Lady Robert, yet had never found those rumours verified by the fact. +Some months ago, it had been reported that her ladyship was suffering +from cancer of the breast and likely soon to die of it. Yet Dr. Bayley +had reason to know that a healthier woman did not live in Berkshire. + +The good doctor was a capable deductive reasoner, and the conclusion +to which he came was that if they poisoned her under cover of his +potion--she standing in no need of physic--he might afterwards be +hanged as a cover for their crime. So he refused to prescribe as he was +invited, nor troubled to make a secret of invitation and refusal. + +For awhile, then, Lord Robert had prudently held his hand; moreover, +the urgency there had been a year ago, when that host of foreign suitors +laid siege to Elizabeth of England, had passed, and his lordship could +afford to wait. But now of a sudden the urgency was returned. Under the +pressure brought to bear upon her to choose a husband, Elizabeth had +half-committed herself to marry the Archduke Charles, promising the +Spanish ambassador a definite answer within a few days. + +Lord Robert had felt the earth to be quaking under him; he had seen +the ruin of his high ambitions; he had watched with rage the expanding +mockery upon the countenances of Norfolk, Sussex, and those others who +hated and despised him; and he had cursed that wife of his who knew not +when to die. But for that obstinacy with which she clung to life he had +been the Queen's husband these many months, so making an end to suspense +and to the danger that lies in delay. + +To-night the wantonness with which the Queen flaunted before the eyes of +all her court the predilection in which she held him, came not merely to +lull his recent doubts and fears, to feed his egregious vanity, and to +assure him that in her heart he need fear no rival; it came also to +set his soul Quiver impotent rage. He had but to put forth his hands +to possess himself of this splendid prize. Yet those hands of his were +bound while that woman lived at Cumnor. Conceive his feelings as they +stole away together like any pair of lovers. + +Arm in arm they came by a stone gallery, where a stalwart scarlet +sentinel, a yeoman of the guard, with a Tudor rose embroidered in gold +upon his back, stood under a lamp set in the wall, with grounded pike +and body stiffly erect. + +The tall young Queen was in crimson satin with cunningly-wrought silver +embroideries, trimmed with tufted silver fringe, her stomacher stiff +with silver bullion studded with gold rosettes and Roman pearls, her +bodice cut low to display her splendid neck, decked by a carcanet of +pearls and rubies, and surmounted by a fan-like cuff of guipure, high +behind and sloping towards the bust. Thus she appeared to the sentinel +as the rays of the single lamp behind him struck fire from her red-gold +hair. As if by her very gait to express the wantonness of her mood, she +pointed her toes and walked with head thrown back, smiling up into +the gipsy face of her companion, who was arrayed from head to foot in +shimmering ivory satin, with an elegance no man in England could have +matched. + +They came by that stone gallery to a little terrace above the Privy +Steps. A crescent moon hung low over the Lambeth marshes across the +river. From a barge that floated gay with lights in mid-stream came +a tinkle of lutes, and the sweet voice of a singing boy. A moment +the lovers stood at gaze, entranced by the beauty of the soft, tepid +September night, so subtly adapted to their mood. Then she fetched a +sigh, and hung more heavily upon his arm, leaned nearer to his tall, +vigorous, graceful figure. + +"Robin, Robin!" was all she said, but in her voice throbbed a world of +passionate longing, an exquisite blend of delight and pain. + +Judging the season ripe, his arm flashed round her, and drew her +fiercely close. For a moment she was content to yield, her head against +his stalwart shoulder, a very woman nestling to the mate of her choice, +surrendering to her master. Then the queen in her awoke and strangled +nature. Roughly she disengaged herself from his arm, and stood away, her +breathing quickened. + +"God's Death, Robin!" There was a harsh note in the voice that lately +had cooed so softly. "You are strangely free, I think." + +But he, impudence incarnate, nothing abashed, accustomed to her +gusty moods, to her alternations between the two natures she had +inherited--from overbearing father and wanton mother--was determined at +all costs to take the fullest advantage of the hour, to make an end of +suspense. + +"I am not free, but enslaved--by love and worship of you. Would you deny +me; Would you?" + +"Not I, but fate," she answered heavily, and he knew that the woman at +Cumnor was in her mind. + +"Fate will soon mend the wrong that fate has done--very soon now." He +took her hand, and, melted again from her dignity, she let it lie in +his. "When that is done, sweet, then will I claim you for my own." + +"When that is done, Robin?" she questioned almost fearfully, as if a +sudden dread suspicion broke upon her mind. "When what is done?" + +He paused a moment to choose his words, what time she stared intently +into the face that gleamed white in the surrounding gloom. + +"When that poor ailing spirit is at rest." And he added: "It will be +soon." + +"Thou hast said the same aforetime, Robin. Yet it has not so fallen +out." + +"She has clung to life beyond what could have been believed of her +condition," he explained, unconscious of any sinister ambiguity. "But +the end, I know, is very near--a matter but of days." + +"Of days!" she shivered, and moved forward to the edge of the terrace, +he keeping step beside her. Then she stood awhile in silence, looking +down at the dark oily surge of water. "You loved her once, Robin?" she +asked, in a queer, unnatural voice. + +"I never loved but once," answered that perfect courtier. + +"Yet you married her--men say it was a love marriage. It was a marriage, +anyway, and you can speak so calmly of her death?" Her tone was +brooding. She sought understanding that should silence her own lingering +doubt of him. + +"Where lies the blame? Who made me what I am?" Again his bold arm +encompassed her. Side by side they peered down through the gloom at the +rushing waters, and he seized an image from them. "Our love is like that +seething tide," he said. "To resist it is to labour in agony awhile, and +then to perish." + +"And to yield is to be swept away." + +"To happiness," he cried, and reverted to his earlier prayer. "Say +that when... that afterwards, I may claim you for my own. Be true to +yourself, obey the voice of instinct, and so win to happiness." + +She looked up at him, seeking to scan the handsome face in that dim +light that baffled her, and he observed the tumultuous heave of her +white breast. + +"Can I trust thee, Robin? Can I trust thee? Answer me true!" she +implored him, adorably weak, entirely woman now. + +"What does your own heart answer you?" quoth he, loaning close above +her. + +"I think I can, Robin. And, anyway, I must. I cannot help myself. I am +but a woman, after all," she murmured, and sighed. "Be it as thou wilt. +Come to me again when thou art free." + +He bent lower, murmuring incoherently, and she put up a hand to pat his +swarthy bearded cheek. + +"I shall make thee greater than any man in England, so thou make me +happier than any woman." + +He caught the hand in his and kissed it passionately, his soul singing +a triumph song within him. Norfolk and Sussex and those other scowling +ones should soon be whistled to the master's heel. + +As they turned arm in arm into the gallery to retrace their steps, +they came suddenly face to face with a slim, sleek gentleman, who bowed +profoundly, a smile upon his crafty, shaven, priestly face. In a smooth +voice and an accent markedly foreign, he explained that he, too, sought +the cool of the terrace, not thinking to intrude; and upon that, bowing +again, he passed on and effaced himself. It was Alvarez de Quadra, +Bishop of Aquila, the argus-eyed ambassador of Spain. + +The young face of the Queen hardened. + +"I would I were as well served abroad as the King of Spain is here," +she said aloud, that the retreating ambassador might hear the dubious +compliment; and for my lord's ear alone she added under her breath: "The +spy! Philip of Spain will hear of this." + +"So that he hears something more, what shall it signify?" quoth my lord, +and laughed. + +They paced the length of the gallery in silence, past the yeoman of the +guard, who kept his watch, and into the first antechamber. Perhaps it +was that meeting with de Quadra and my lord's answer to her comment that +prompted what now she asked: "What is it ails her, Robin?" + +"A wasting sickness," he answered, never doubting to whom the question +alluded. + +"You said, I think, that... that the end is very near." + +He caught her meaning instantly. "Indeed, if she is not dead already, +she is very nearly so." + +He lied, for never had Amy Dudley been in better health. And yet he +spoke the truth, for in so much as her life depended upon his will, +it was as good as spent. This was, he knew, a decisive moment of his +career. The hour was big with fate. If now he were weak or hesitant, the +chance might slip away and be for ever lost to him. Elizabeth's moods +were as uncertain as were certain the hostile activities of my lord's +enemies. He must strike quickly whilst she was in her present frame of +mind, and bring her to wedlock, be it in public or in private. But first +he must shake off the paralysing encumbrance of that house-wife down at +Cumnor. + +I believe--from evidence that I account abundant--that he considered +it with the cold remorselessness of the monstrous egotist he was. An +upstart, great-grandson to a carpenter, noble only in two descents, and +in both of them stained by the block, he found a queen--the victim of +a physical passion that took no account of the worthlessness underlying +his splendid exterior--reaching out a hand to raise him to a throne. +Being what he was, he weighed his young wife's life at naught in the +evil scales of his ambition. And yet he had loved her once, more truly +perhaps than he could now pretend to love the Queen. + +It was some ten years since, as a lad of eighteen, he had taken Sir +John Robsart's nineteen-year-old daughter to wife. She had brought him +considerable wealth and still more devotion. Because of this devotion +she was content to spend her days at Cumnor, whilst he ruffled it at +court; content to take such crumbs of attention as he could spare her +upon occasion. And during the past year, whilst he had been plotting her +death, she had been diligently caring for his interests and fostering +the prosperity of the Berkshire estate. If he thought of this at all, he +allowed no weakly sentiment to turn him from his purpose. There was too +much at stake for that--a throne, no less. + +And so, on the morning after that half-surrender of Elizabeth's, we +find my lord closeted with his henchman, Sir Richard Verney. Sir +Richard--like his master--was a greedy, unscrupulous, ambitious +scoundrel, prepared to go to any lengths for the sake of such worldly +advancement as it lay in my lord's power to give him. My lord perforce +used perfect frankness with this perfect servant. + +"Thou'lt rise or fall with me, Dick," quoth he. "Help me up, then, and +so mount with me. When I am King, as soon now I shall be, look to me. +Now to the thing that is to do. Thou'lt have guessed it." + +To Sir Richard it was an easy guess, considering how much already he had +been about this business. He signified as much. + +My lord shifted in his elbow-chair, and drew his embroidered bedgown of +yellow satin closer about his shapely limbs. + +"Hast failed me twice before, Richard," said he. "God's death, man, fail +me not again, or the last chance may go the way of the others. There's a +magic in the number three. See that I profit by it, or I am undone, and +thou with me." + +"I'd not have failed before, but for that suspicious dotard Bayley," +grumbled Verney. "Your lordship bade me see that all was covered." + +"Aye, aye. And I bid thee so again. On thy life, leave no footprints +by which we may be tracked. Bayley is not the only physician in Oxford. +About it, then, and swiftly. Time is the very soul of fortune in this +business, with the Spaniard straining at the leash, and Cecil and the +rest pleading his case with her. Succeed, and thy fortune's made; fail, +and trouble not to seek me again." + +Sir Richard bowed, and took his leave. As he reached the door, his +lordship stayed him. "If thou bungle, do not look to me. The court goes +to Windsor to-morrow. Bring me word there within the week." He rose, +magnificently tall and stately, in his bedgown of embroidered yellow +satin, his handsome head thrown back, and went after his retainer. +"Thou'lt not fail me, Dick," said he, a hand upon the lesser scoundrel's +shoulder. "There is much at issue for me, and for thee with me." + +"I will not fail you, my lord," Sir Richard rashly promised, and on that +they parted. + +Sir Richard did not mean to fail. He knew the importance of succeeding, +and he appreciated the urgency of the business as much as did my lord +himself. But between his cold, remorseless will to succeed and success +itself there lay a gulf which it needed all his resource to bridge. +He paid a short visit to Lady Robert at Cumnor, and professed deepest +concern to find in her a pallor and an ailing air which no one else had +yet observed. He expressed himself on the subject to Mrs. Buttelar and +the other members of her ladyship's household, reproaching them with +their lack of care of their mistress. Mrs. Buttelar became indignant +under his reproaches. + +"Nay, now, Sir Richard, do you wonder that my lady is sad and downcast +with such tales as are going of my lord's doings at court, and of what +there is 'twixt the Queen and him? Her ladyship may be too proud to +complain, but she suffers the more for that, poor lamb. There was talk +of a divorce awhile ago that got to her ears." + +"Old wives' tales," snorted Sir Richard. + +"Likely," agreed Mrs. Buttelar. "Yet when my lord neither comes to +Cumnor, nor requires her ladyship to go to him, what is she to think, +poor soul?" + +Sir Richard made light of all, and went off to Oxford to find a +physician more accommodating than Dr. Bayley. But Dr. Bayley had talked +too much, and it was in vain that Sir Richard pleaded with each of +the two physicians he sought that her ladyship was ailing--"sad and +heavy"--and that he must have a potion for her. + +Each in turn shook his head. They had no medicine for sorrow, was their +discreet answer. From his description of her condition, said each, it +was plain that her ladyship's sickness was of the mind, and, considering +the tales that were afloat, neither was surprised. + +Sir Richard went back to his Oxford lodging with the feeling of a +man checkmated. For two whole days of that precious time he lay there +considering what to do. He thought of going to seek a physician in +Abingdon. But fearing no better success in that quarter, fearing, +indeed, that in view of the rumours abroad he would merely be +multiplying what my lord called "footprints," he decided to take +some other way to his master's ends. He was a resourceful, inventive +scoundrel, and soon he had devised a plan. + +On Friday he wrote from Oxford to Lady Robert, stating that he had a +communication for her on the subject of his lordship as secret as it was +urgent. That he desired to come to her at Cumnor again, but dared not do +so openly. He would come if she would contrive that her servants should +be absent, and he exhorted her to let no one of them know that he was +coming, else he might be ruined, out of his desire to serve her. + +That letter he dispatched by the hand of his servant Nunweek, desiring +him to bring an answer. It was a communication that had upon her +ladyship's troubled mind precisely the effect that the rascal conceived. +There was about Sir Richard's personality nothing that could suggest +the villain. He was a smiling, blue-eyed, florid gentleman, of a kindly +manner that led folk to trust him. And on the occasion of his late +visit to Cumnor he had displayed such tender solicitude that her +ladyship--starved of affection as she was--had been deeply touched. + +His letter so cunningly couched filled her with vague alarm and with +anxiety. She had heard so many and such afflicting rumours, and +had received in my lord's cruel neglect of her such circumstantial +confirmation of them, that she fastened avidly upon what she deemed the +chance of learning at last the truth. Sir Richard Verney had my lord's +confidence, and was much about the court in his attendance upon my lord. +He would know the truth, and what could this letter mean but that he was +disposed to tell it. + +So she sent him back a line in answer, bidding him come on Sunday +afternoon. She would contrive to be alone in the house, so that he need +not fear being seen by any. + +As she promised, so she performed, and on the Sunday packed off her +household to the fair that was being held at Abingdon that day, using +insistence with the reluctant, and particularly with one of her women, +a Mrs. Oddingsell, who expressed herself strongly against leaving her +ladyship alone in that lonely house. At length, however, the last of +them was got off, and my lady was left impatiently to await her secret +visitor. It was late afternoon when he arrived, accompanied by Nunweek, +whom he left to hold the horses under the chestnuts in the avenue. +Himself he reached the house across the garden, where the blighting hand +of autumn was already at work. + +Within the porch he found her waiting, fretted by her impatience. + +"It is very good in you to have come, Sir Richard," was her gracious +greeting. + +"I am your ladyship's devoted servant," was his sufficient answer, and +he doffed his plumed bonnet, and bowed low before her. "We shall be +private in your bower above stairs," he added. + +"Why, we are private anywhere. I am all alone, as you desired." + +"That is very wise--most wise," said he. "Will your ladyship lead the +way?" + +So they went up that steep, spiral staircase, which had loomed so +prominently in the plans the ingenious scoundrel had evolved. Across +the gallery on the first floor they entered a little room whose windows +overlooked the garden. This was her bower--an intimate cosy room, +reflecting on every hand the gentle, industrious personality of the +owner. On an oak table near the window were spread some papers and +account-books concerned with the estate--with which she had sought to +beguile the time of waiting. She led the way towards this, and, sinking +into the high-backed chair that stood before it, she looked up at him +expectantly. She was pale, there were dark stains under her eyes, and +wistful lines had crept into the sweet face of that neglected wife. + +Contemplating his poor victim now, Sir Richard may have compared her +with the woman by whom my lord desired so impatiently to supplant +her. She was tall and beautifully shaped, despite an almost maidenly +slenderness. Her countenance was gentle and adorable, with its soft grey +eyes and light brown hair, and tender, wistful mouth. + +It was not difficult to believe that Lord Robert had as ardently desired +her to wife five years ago as he now desired to be rid of her. Then he +obeyed the insistent spur of passion; now he obeyed the remorseless spur +of ambition. In reality, then as now, his beacon-light was love of self. + +Seeing her so frail and trusting, trembling in her anxious impatience +to hear the news of her lord which he had promised her, Sir Richard may +have felt some pang of pity. But, like my lord, he was of those whose +love of self suffers the rivalry of no weak emotion. + +"Your news, Sir Richard," she besought him, her dove-like glance upon +his florid face--less florid now than was its wont. + +He leaned against the table, his back to the window. "Why, it is briefly +this," said he. "My lord..." And then he checked, and fell into a +listening attitude. + +"What was that? Did you hear anything, my lady?" + +"No. What is it?" Her face betrayed alarm, her anxiety mounting under so +much mystery. + +"Sh! Stay you here," he enjoined. "If we are spied upon..." He left the +sentence there. Already he was moving quickly, stealthily, towards the +door. He paused before opening it. "Stay where you are, my lady," he +enjoined again, so gravely that she could have no thought of disobeying +him. "I will return at once." + +He stepped out, closed the door, and crossed to the stairs. There he +stopped. From his pouch he had drawn a fine length of whipcord, attached +at one end to a tiny bodkin of needle sharpness. That bodkin he drove +into the edge of one of the panels of the wainscot, in line with the +topmost step; drawing the cord taut at a height of a foot or so +above this step, he made fast its other end to the newel-post at +the stair-head. He had so rehearsed the thing in his mind that the +performance of it occupied but a few seconds. Such dim light of +that autumn afternoon as reached the spot would leave that fine cord +invisible. + +Sir Richard went back to her ladyship. She had not moved in his absence, +so brief as scarcely to have left her time in which to resolve upon +disobeying his injunction. + +"We move in secret like conspirators," said he, "and so we are easily +affrighted.. I should have known it could be none but my lord himself... +here?" + +"My lord!" she interrupted, coming excitedly to her feet. "Lord Robert?" + +"To be sure, my lady. It was he had need to visit you in secret--for did +the Queen have knowledge of his coming here, it would mean the Tower for +him. You cannot think what, out of love for you, his lordship suffers. +The Queen... + +"But do you say that he is here, man," her voice shrilled up in +excitement. + +"He is below, my lady. Such is his peril that he dared not set foot in +Cumnor until he was certain beyond doubt that you are here alone." + +"He is below!" she cried, and a flush dyed her pale cheeks, a light +of gladness quickened her sad eyes. Already she had gathered from his +cunning words a new and comforting explanation of the things reported to +her. "He is below!" she repeated. "Oh!" She turned from him, and in an +instant was speeding towards the door. + +He stood rooted there, his nether lip between his teeth, his face a +ghastly white, whilst she ran on. + +"My lord! Robin! Robin!" he heard her calling, as she crossed the +corridor. Then came a piercing scream that echoed through the silent +house; a pause; a crashing thud below; and--silence. + +Sir Richard remained by the table, immovable. Blood was trickling down +his chin. He had sunk his teeth through his lip when that scream rang +out. A long moment thus, as if entranced, awe-stricken. Then he braced +himself, and went forward, reeling at first like a drunken man. But +by the time he had reached the stairs he was master of himself again. +Swiftly, for all his trembling fingers, he unfastened the cord's end +from the newel-post. The wrench upon it had already pulled the bodkin +from the wainscot. He went down that abrupt spiral staircase at a +moderate pace, mechanically coiling the length of whip-cord, and +bestowing it with the bodkin in his pouch again, and all the while his +eyes were fixed upon the grey bundle that lay so still at the stairs' +foot. + +He came to it at last, and, pausing, looked more closely. He was +thankful that there was not the need to touch it. The position of the +brown-haired head was such as to leave no doubt of the complete success +of his design. Her neck was broken. Lord Robert Dudley was free to marry +the Queen. + +Deliberately Sir Richard stepped over the huddled body of that poor +victim of a knave's ambition, crossed the hall, and passed out, +closing the door. An excellent day's work, thought he, most excellently +accomplished. The servants, returning from Abingdon Fair on that Sunday +evening, would find her there. They would publish the fact that in their +absence her ladyship had fallen downstairs and broken her neck, and that +was the end of the matter. + +But that was not the end at all. Fate, the ironic interloper, had taken +a hand in this evil game. + +The court had moved a few days earlier to Windsor, and thither on +the Friday--the 6th of September--came Alvarez de Quadra to seek the +definite answer which the Queen had promised him on the subject of the +Spanish marriage. What he had seen that night at Whitehall, coupled +with his mistrust of her promises and experience of her fickleness, had +rendered him uneasy. Either she was trifling with him, or else she was +behaving in a manner utterly unbecoming the future wife of the Archduke. +In either case some explanation was necessary. De Quadra must know where +he stood. Having failed to obtain an audience before the court +left London, he had followed it to Windsor, cursing all women and +contemplating the advantages of the Salic law. + +He found at Windsor an atmosphere of constraint, and it was not until +the morrow that he obtained an audience with the Queen. Even then this +was due to chance rather than to design on the part of Elizabeth. For +they met on the terrace as she was returning from hunting. She dismissed +those about her, including the stalwart Robert Dudley, and, alone with +de Quadra, invited him to speak. + +"Madame," he said, "I am writing to my master, and I desire to know +whether your Majesty would wish me to add anything to what you have +announced already as your intention regarding the Archduke." + +She knit her brows. The wily Spaniard fenced so closely that there was +no alternative but to come to grips. + +"Why, sir," she answered dryly, "you may tell his Majesty that I +have come to an absolute decision, which is that I will not marry the +Archduke." + +The colour mounted to the Spaniard's sallow cheeks. Iron self-control +alone saved him from uttering unpardonable words. Even so he spoke +sternly: + +"This, madame, is not what you had led me to believe when last we talked +upon the subject." + +At another time Elizabeth might have turned upon him and rent him for +that speech. But it happened that she was in high good-humour that +afternoon, and disposed to indulgence. She laughed, surveying herself in +the small steel mirror that dangled from her waist. + +"You are ungallant to remind me, my lord," said she. "My sex, you may +have heard, is privileged to change of mind." + +"Then, madame, I pray that you may change it yet again." His tone was +bitter. + +"Your prayer will not be heard. This time I am resolved." + +De Quadra bowed. "The King, my master, will not be pleased, I fear." + +She looked him straightly in the face, her dark eyes kindling. + +"God's death!" said she, "I marry to please myself, and not the King +your master." + +"You are resolved on marriage then?" flashed he. + +"And it please you," she mocked him archly, her mood of joyousness +already conquering her momentary indignation. + +"What pleases you must please me also, madame," he answered, in a tone +so cold that it belied his words. "That it please you, is reason enough +why you should marry... Whom did your Majesty say?" + +"Nay. I named no names. Yet one so astute might hazard a shrewd guess." +Half-challenging, half-coy, she eyed him over her fan. + +"A guess? Nay, madame. I might affront your Majesty." + +"How so?" + +"If I were deluded by appearances. If I named a subject who signally +enjoys your royal favour." + +"You mean Lord Robert Dudley." She paled a little, and her bosom's heave +was quickened. "Why should the guess affront me?" + +"Because a queen--a wise queen, madame--does not mate with a +subject--particularly with one who has a wife already." + +He had stung her. He had wounded at once the pride of the woman and the +dignity of the queen, yet in a way that made it difficult for her to +take direct offense. She bit her lip and mastered her surge of anger. +Then she laughed, a thought sneeringly. + +"Why, as to my Lord Robert's wife, it seems you are less well-informed +than usual, sir. Lady Robert Dudley is dead, or very nearly so." + +And as blank amazement overspread his face, she passed upon her way and +left him. + +But anon, considering, she grew vaguely uneasy, and that very night +expressed her afflicting doubt to my lord, reporting to him de Quadra's +words. His lordship, who was mentally near-sighted, laughed. + +"He'll change his tone before long," said he. + +She set her hands upon his shoulders, and looked up adoringly into his +handsome gipsy face. Never had he known her so fond as in these +last days since her surrender to him that night upon the terrace at +Whitehall, never had she been more the woman and less the queen in her +bearing towards him. + +"You are sure, Robin? You are quite sure?" she pleaded. + +He drew her close, she yielding herself to his embrace. "With so much +at stake could I be less than sure, sweet?" said he, and so convinced +her--the more easily since he afforded her the conviction she desired. + +That was on the night of Saturday, and early on Monday came the news +which justified him of his assurances. It was brought him to Windsor +by one of Amy's Cumnor servants, a fellow named Bowes, who, with the +others, had been away at Abingdon Fair yesterday afternoon, and had +returned to find his mistress dead at the stairs' foot--the result of an +accident, as all believed. + +It was not quite the news that my lord had been expecting. It staggered +him a little that an accident so very opportune should have come to +resolve his difficulties, obviating the need for recourse to those more +dangerous measures with which he had charged Sir Richard Verney. He +perceived how suspicion might now fall upon himself, how his enemies +would direct it, and on the instant made provision. There and then he +seized a pen, and wrote to his kinsman, Sir Thomas Blount, who even then +was on his way to Cumnor. He stated in the letter what he had learnt +from Bowes, bade Blount engage the coroner to make the strictest +investigation, and send for Amy's natural brother, Appleyard. "Have no +respect to any living person," was the final injunction of that letter +which he sent Blount by the hand of Bowes. + +And, then, before he could carry to the Queen the news of this accident +which had broken his matrimonial shackles, Sir Richard Verney arrived +with the true account. He had expected praise and thanks from his +master. Instead, he met first dismay, and then anger and fierce +reproaches. + +"My lord, this is unjust," the faithful retainer protested. "Knowing the +urgency, I took the only way--contrived the accident." + +"Pray God," said Dudley, "that the jury find it to have been an +accident; for if the truth should come to be discovered, I leave you to +the consequences. I warned you of that before you engaged in this. Look +for no help from me." + +"I look for none," said Sir Richard, stung to hot contempt by the +meanness and cowardice so characteristic of the miserable egotist he +served. "Nor will there be the need, for I have left no footprints. + +"I hope that may be so, for I tell you, man, that I have ordered a +strict inquiry, bidding them have no respect to any living person, and +to that I shall adhere." + +"And if, in spite of that, I am not hanged?" quoth Sir Richard, a sneer +upon his white face. + +"Come to me again when the affair is closed, and we will talk of it." + +Sir Richard went out, rage and disgust in his heart, leaving my lord +with rage and fear in his. + +Grown calmer now, my lord dressed himself with care and sought the +Queen to tell her of the accident that had removed the obstacle to their +marriage. And that same night her Majesty coldly informed de Quadra that +Lady Robert Dudley had fallen down a flight of stairs and broken her +neck. + +The Spaniard received the information with a countenance that was +inscrutable. + +"Your Majesty's gift of prophecy is not so widely known as it deserves +to be," was his cryptic comment. + +She stared at him blankly a moment. Then a sudden uneasy memory awakened +by his words, she drew him forward to a window embrasure apart from +those who had stood about her, and for greater security addressed him, +as he tells us, in Italian. + +"I do not think I understand you, sir. Will you be plain with me?" She +stood erect and stiff, and frowned upon him after the manner of her +bullying father. But de Quadra held the trumps, and was not easily +intimidated. + +"About the prophecy?" said he. "Why, did not your Majesty foretell the +poor lady's death a full day before it came to pass? Did you not say +that she was already dead, or nearly so?" + +He saw her blench; saw fear stare from those dark eyes that could be so +very bold. Then her ever-ready anger followed swiftly. + +"'Sblood, man! What do you imply?" she cried, and went on without +waiting for his answer. "The poor woman was sick and ill, and must +soon have succumbed; it will no doubt be found that the accident which +anticipated nature was due to her condition." + +Gently he shook his head, relishing her discomfiture, taking +satisfaction in torturing her who had flouted him and his master, in +punishing her whom he had every reason to believe guilty. + +"Your Majesty, I fear, has been ill-informed on that score. The poor +lady was in excellent health--and like to have lived for many years--at +least, so I gather from Sir William Cecil, whose information is usually +exact." + +She clutched his arm. "You told him what I had said?" + +"It was indiscreet, perhaps. Yet, how was I to know...?" He left his +sentence there. "I but expressed my chagrin at your decision on the +score of the Archduke--hardly a wise decision, if I may be so bold," he +added slyly. + +She caught the suggestion of a bargain, and became instantly suspicious. + +"You transcend the duties of your office, my lord," she rebuked him, and +turned away. + +But soon that night she was closeted with Dudley, and closely +questioning him about the affair. My lord was mightily vehement. + +"I take Heaven to be my witness," quoth he, when she all but taxed him +with having procured his lady's death, "that I am innocent of any part +in it. My injunctions to Blount, who has gone to Cumnor, are that the +matter be sifted without respect to any person, and if it can be shown +that this is other than the accident I deem it, the murderer shall +hang." + +She flung her arms about his neck, and laid her head on his shoulder. +"Oh, Robin, Robin, I am full of fears," she wailed, and was nearer to +tears than he had ever seen her. + +But, anon, as the days passed their fears diminished, and finally the +jury at Cumnor--delayed in their finding, and spurred by my lord to +exhaustive inquiries--returned a verdict of "found dead," which in all +the circumstances left his lordship--who was known, moreover, to have +been at Windsor when his lady died--fully acquitted. Both he and the +Queen took courage from that finding, and made no secret of it now that +they would very soon be wed. + +But there were many whom that finding did not convince, who read my +lord too well, and would never suffer him to reap the fruits of his evil +deed. Prominent among these were Arundel--who himself had aimed at the +Queen's hand--Norfolk and Pembroke, and behind them was a great mass of +the people. Indignation against Lord Robert was blazing out, fanned +by such screaming preachers as Lever, who, from the London pulpits, +denounced the projected marriage, hinting darkly at the truth of Amy +Dudley's death. + +What was hinted at home was openly expressed abroad, and in Paris Mary +Stuart ventured a cruel witticism that Elizabeth was to conserve in +her memory: "The Queen of England," she said, "is about to marry her +horse-keeper, who has killed his wife to make a place for her." + +Yet Elizabeth persisted in her intent to marry Dudley, until the sober +Cecil conveyed to her towards the end of that month of September some +notion of the rebellion that was smouldering. + +She flared out at him, of course. But he stood his ground. + +"There is," he reminded her, "this unfortunate matter of a prophecy, as +the Bishop of Aquila persists in calling it." + +"God's Body! Is the rogue blabbing?" + +"What else did your Majesty expect from a man smarting under a sense of +injury? He has published it broadcast that on the day before Lady Robert +broke her neck, you told him that she was dead or nearly so. And he +argues from it a guilty foreknowledge on your Majesty's part of what was +planned." + +"A guilty foreknowledge!" She almost choked in rage, and then fell to +swearing as furiously in that moment as old King Harry at his worst. + +"Madame!" he cried, shaken by her vehemence. "I but report the phrase he +uses. It is not mine." + +"Do you believe it?" + +"I do not, madame. If I did I should not be here at present." + +"Does any subject of mine believe it?" + +"They suspend their judgment. They wait to learn the truth from the +sequel." + +"You mean?" + +"That if your motive prove to be such as de Quadra and others allege, +they will be in danger of believing." + +"Be plain, man, in God's name. What exactly is alleged?" + +He obeyed her very fully. + +"That my lord contrived the killing of his wife so that he might have +liberty to marry your Majesty, and that your Majesty was privy to the +deed." He spoke out boldly, and hurried on before she could let loose +her wrath. "It is still in your power, madame, to save your honour, +which is now in peril. But there is only one way in which you can +accomplish it. If you put from you all thought of marrying Lord Robert, +England will believe that de Quadra and those others lied. If you +persist and carry out your intention, you proclaim the truth of his +report; and you see what must inevitably follow." + +She saw indeed, and, seeing, was afraid. + +Within a few hours of that interview she delivered her answer to Cecil, +which was that she had no intention of marrying Dudley. + +Because of her fear she saved her honour by sacrificing her heart, by +renouncing marriage with the only man she could have taken for her mate +of all who had wooed her. Yet the wound of that renunciation was slow to +heal. She trifled with the notion of other marriages, but ever and anon, +in her despair, perhaps, we see her turning longing eyes towards the +handsome Lord Robert, later made Earl of Leicester. Once, indeed, some +six years after Amy's death, there was again some talk of her marrying +him, which was quickly quelled by a reopening of the question of how Amy +died. Between these two, between the fulfilment of her desire and his +ambition, stood the irreconcilable ghost of his poor murdered wife. + +Perhaps it was some thought of this that found expression in her +passionate outburst when she learnt of the birth of Mary Stuart's child: +"The Queen of Scots is lighter of a fair son; and I am but a barren +stock." + + + + + + +VII. SIR JUDAS + +The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + +Sir Walter was met on landing at Plymouth from his ill-starred voyage to +El Dorado by Sir Lewis Stukeley, which was but natural, seeing that Sir +Lewis was not only Vice-Admiral of Devon, but also Sir Walter's very +good friend and kinsman. + +If Sir Walter doubted whether it was in his quality as kinsman or as +Vice-Admiral that Sir Lewis met him, the cordiality of the latter's +embrace and the noble entertainment following at the house of Sir +Christopher Hare, near the port, whither Sir Lewis conducted him, set +this doubt at rest and relighted the lamp of hope in the despairing soul +of our adventurer. In Sir Lewis he saw only his kinsman--his very +good friend and kinsman, to insist upon Stukeley's own description of +himself--at a time when of all others in his crowded life he needed the +support of a kinsman and the guidance of a friend. + +You know the story of this Sir Walter, who had been one of the brightest +ornaments of the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and might have added lustre +to that of King James, had not his Sowship--to employ the title bestowed +upon that prince by his own queen--been too mean of soul to appreciate +the man's great worth. Courtier, philosopher, soldier, man of letters +and man of action alike, Ralegh was at once the greatest prose-writer, +and one of the greatest captains of his age, the last survivor of that +glorious company--whose other members were Drake and Frobisher and +Hawkins--that had given England supremacy upon the seas, that had broken +the power and lowered the pride of Spain. + +His was a name that had resounded, to the honour and glory of England, +throughout the world, a name that, like Drake's, was a thing of hate and +terror to King Philip and his Spaniards; yet the King of Scots, unclean +of body and of mind, who had succeeded to the throne of Elizabeth, must +affect ignorance of that great name which shall never die while England +lives. + +When the splendid courtier stood before him--for at fifty Sir Walter was +still handsome of person and magnificent of Apparel--James looked him +over and inquired who he might be. When they had told him: + +"I've rawly heard of thee," quoth the royal punster, who sought by such +atrocities of speech to be acclaimed a wit. + +It was ominous of what must follow, and soon thereafter you see this +great and gallant gentleman arrested on a trumped-up charge of high +treason, bullied, vituperated, and insulted by venal, peddling lawyers, +and, finally, although his wit and sincerity had shattered every +fragment of evidence brought against him, sentenced to death. Thus far +James went; but he hesitated to go further, hesitated to carry out the +sentence. Sir Walter had too many friends in England then; the memory of +his glorious deeds was still too fresh in the public mind, and execution +might have been attended by serious consequences for King James. +Besides, one at least of the main objects was achieved. Sir Walter's +broad acres were confiscate by virtue of that sentence, and King James +wanted the land--filched thus from one who was England's pride--to +bestow it upon one of those golden calves of his who were England's +shame. + +"I maun hae the land for Carr. I maun hae it," was his brazen and +peevish answer to an appeal against the confiscation. + +For thirteen years Sir Walter lay in the Tower, under that sentence of +death passed in 1603, enjoying after a season a certain liberty, visited +there by his dear lady and his friends, among whom was Henry, Prince of +Wales, who did not hesitate to publish that no man but his father--whom +he detested--would keep such a bird in a cage. He beguiled the time in +literary and scientific pursuits, distilling his essences and writing +that stupendous work of his, "The History of the World." Thus old age +crept upon him; but far from quenching the fires of enterprise within +his adventurer's soul, it brought a restlessness that urged him at last +to make a bid for liberty. Despairing of winning it from the clemency of +James, he applied his wits to extracting it from the King's cupidity. + +Throughout his life, since the day when first he had brought himself to +the notice of a Queen by making of his cloak a carpet for her feet, he +had retained side by side with the dignity of the sage and the +greatness of the hero, the craft and opportunism of the adventurer. His +opportunity now was the straitened condition of the royal treasury, a +hint of which had been let fall by Winwood the Secretary of State. He +announced at once that he knew of a gold mine in Guiana, the El Dorado +of the Spaniards. + +On his return from a voyage to Guiana in 1595, he had written of it +thus: + +"There the common soldier shall fight for gold instead of pence, pay +himself with plates half a foot broad, whereas he breaks his bones in +other wars for provant and penury Those commanders and chieftains that +shoot at honour and abundance shall find here more rich and beautiful +cities, more temples adorned with golden images, more sepulchres filled +with treasure than either Cortez found in Mexico or Pizarro in Peru." + +Winwood now reminded him that as a consequence many expeditions had gone +out, but failed to discover any of these things. + +"That," said Ralegh, "is because those adventurers were ignorant alike +of the country and of the art of conciliating its inhabitants. Were I +permitted to go, I would make Guiana to England what Peru has been to +Spain." + +That statement, reported to James in his need, was enough to fire his +cupidity, and when Ralegh had further added that he would guarantee +to the Crown one-fifth of the treasure without asking any contribution +towards the adventure either in money or in ships, he was permitted to +come forth and prepare for the expedition. + +His friends came to his assistance, and in March of 1617 he set sail for +El Dorado with a well-manned and well-equipped fleet of fourteen ships, +the Earls of Arundel and Pembroke standing sureties for his return. + +From the outset the fates were unpropitious. Disaster closed the +adventure. Gondomar, the Ambassador of Spain at Whitehall, too +well-informed of what was afoot, had warned his master. Spanish ships +waited to frustrate Sir Walter, who was under pledge to avoid all +conflict with the forces of King Philip. But conflict there was, and +bloodshed in plenty, about the city of Manoa, which the Spaniards held +as the key to the country into which the English adventurers sought +to penetrate. Among the slain were the Governor of Manoa, who was +Gondomar's own brother, and Sir Walter's eldest son. + +To Ralegh, waiting at the mouth of the Orinoco, came his beaten forces +in retreat, with the terrible news of a happening that meant his +ruin. Half-maddened, his anguish increased by the loss of his boy, he +upbraided them so fiercely that Keymis, who had been in charge of +the expedition, shut himself up in his cabin and shot himself with +a pocket-pistol. Mutiny followed, and Whitney--most trusted of Sir +Walter's captains--set sail for England, being followed by six other +ships of that fleet, which meanwhile had been reduced to twelve. With +the remaining five the stricken Sir Walter had followed more at leisure. +What need to hurry? Disgrace, and perhaps death, awaited him in England. +He knew the power of Spain with James, who was so set upon a Spanish +marriage for his heir, knew Spain's hatred of himself, and what +eloquence it would gather in the mouth of Gondomar, intent upon avenging +his brother's death. + +He feared the worst, and so was glad upon landing to have by him a +kinsman upon whom he could lean for counsel and guidance in this the +darkest hour of all his life. Sitting late that night in the library of +Sir Christopher Hare's house, Sir Walter told his cousin in detail the +story of his misadventure, and confessed to his misgivings. + +"My brains are broken," was his cry. + +Stukeley combed his beard in thought. He had little comfort to offer. + +"It was not expected," said he, "that you would return. + +"Not expected?" Sir Walter's bowed white head was suddenly flung back. +Indignation blazed in the eyes that age had left undimmed. "What act in +all my life justified the belief I should be false to honour? My danger +here was made quite plain, and Captain King would have had me steer a +course for France, where I had found a welcome and a harbour. But to +consent I must have been false to my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, +who were sureties to the King for my return. Life is still sweet to me, +despite my three-score years and more, but honour is sweeter still." + +And then, because life was sweet, he bluntly asked his cousin: "What is +the King's intent by me?" + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley, "who shall know what passes in the King's +mind? From the signs, I judge your case to be none so desperate. You +have good friends in plenty, among whom, although the poorest, count +myself the first. Anon, when you are rested, we'll to London by easy +stages, baiting at the houses of your friends, and enlisting their good +offices on your behalf." + +Ralegh took counsel on the matter with Captain King, a bluff, +tawny-bearded seaman, who was devoted to him body and soul. + +"Sir Lewis proposes it, eh?" quoth the hardy seaman. "And Sir Lewis +is Vice-Admiral of Devon? He is not by chance bidden to escort you to +London?" + +The Captain, clearly, had escaped the spell of Stukeley's affability. +Sir Walter was indignant. He had never held his kinsman in great +esteem, and had never been on the best of terms with him in the past. +Nevertheless, he was very far from suspecting him of what King implied. +To convince him that he did Sir Lewis an injustice, Ralegh put the blunt +question to his kinsman in King's presence. + +"Nay," said Sir Lewis, "I am not yet bidden to escort you. But as +Vice-Admiral of Devon I may at any moment be so bidden. It were wiser, I +hold, not to await such an order. Though even if it come," he made +haste to add, "you may still count upon my friendship. I am your kinsman +first, and Vice-Admiral after." + +With a smile that irradiated his handsome, virile countenance, Sir +Walter held out his hand to clasp his cousin's in token of appreciation. +Captain King expressed no opinion save what might be conveyed in a grunt +and a shrug. + +Guided now unreservedly by his cousin's counsel, Sir Walter set out with +him upon that journey to London. Captain King went with them, as well +as Sir Walter's body-servant, Cotterell, and a Frenchman named Manourie, +who had made his first appearance in the Plymouth household on the +previous day. Stukeley explained the fellow as a gifted man of medicine, +whom he had sent for to cure him of a trivial but inconvenient ailment +by which he was afflicted. + +Journeying by slow stages, as Sir Lewis had directed, they came at +last to Brentford. Sir Walter, had he followed his own bent, would have +journeyed more slowly still, for in a measure, as he neared London, +apprehensions of what might await him there grew ever darker. He spoke +of them to King, and the blunt Captain said nothing to dispel them. + +"You are being led like a sheep to the shambles," he declared, "and +you go like a sheep. You should have landed in France, where you have +friends. Even now it is not too late. A ship could be procured..." + +"And my honour could be sunk at sea," Sir Walter harshly concluded, in +reproof of such counsel. + +But at the inn at Brentford he was sought out by a visitor, who brought +him the like advice in rather different terms. This was De Chesne, the +secretary of the French envoy, Le Clerc. Cordially welcomed by Ralegh, +the Frenchman expressed his deep concern to see Sir Walter under arrest. + +"You conclude too hastily," laughed Sir Walter. + +"Monsieur, I do not conclude. I speak of what I am inform'." + +"Misinformed, sir. I am not a prisoner--at least, not yet," he added, +with a sigh. "I travel of my own free will to London with my good friend +and kinsman Stukeley to lay the account of my voyage before the King." + +"Of your own free will? You travel of your own free will? And you are +not a prisoner? Ha!" There was bitter mockery in De Chesne's short +laugh. "C'est bien drole!" And he explained: "Milord the Duke o +Buckingham, he has write in his master's name to the ambassador Gondomar +that you are taken and held at the disposal of the King of Spain. +Gondomar is to inform him whether King Philip wish that you be sent to +Spain to essay the justice of his Catholic Majesty, or that you suffer +here. Meanwhile your quarters are being made ready in the Tower. Yet you +tell me you are not prisoner! You go of your own free will to London. +Sir Walter, do not be deceive'. If you reach London, you are lost." + +Now here was news to shatter Sir Walter's last illusion. Yet desperately +he clung to the fragments of it. The envoy's secretary must be at fault. + +"'Tis yourself are at fault, Sir Walter, in that you trust those about +you," the Frenchman insisted. + +Sir Walter stared at him, frowning. "D'ye mean Stukeley?" quoth he, +half-indignant already at the mere suggestion. + +"Sir Lewis, he is your kinsman." De Chesne shrugged. "You should know +your family better than I. But who is this Manourie who accompanies you? +Where is he come from? What you know of him?" + +Sir Walter confessed that he knew nothing. + +"But I know much. He is a fellow of evil reputation. A spy who does not +scruple to sell his own people. And I know that letters of commission +from the Privy Council for your arrest were give' to him in London ten +days ago. Whether those letters were to himself, or he was just the +messenger to another, imports nothing. The fact is everything. The +warrant against you exists, and it is in the hands of one or another of +those that accompany you. I say no more. As I have tol' you, you should +know your own family. But of this be sure, they mean that you go to +the Tower, and so to your death. And now, Sir Walter, if I show you the +disease I also bring the remedy. I am command' by my master to offer +you a French barque which is in the Thames, and a safe conduct to the +Governor of Calais. In France you will find safety and honour, as your +worth deserve'." + +Up sprang Sir Walter from his chair, and flung off the cloak of thought +in which he had been mantled. + +"Impossible," he said. "Impossible! There is my plighted word to return, +and there are my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who are sureties for me. +I cannot leave them to suffer by my default." + +"They will not suffer at all," De Chesne assured him. He was very well +informed. "King James has yielded to Spain partly because he fears, +partly because he will have a Spanish marriage for Prince Charles, and +will do nothing to trouble his good relations with King Philip. But, +after all, you have friends, whom his Majesty also fears. If you escape' +you would resolve all his perplexities. I do not believe that any +obstacle will be offer' to your escape--else why they permit you to +travel thus without any guard, and to retain your sword?" + +Half distracted as he was by what he had learnt, yet Sir Walter clung +stoutly and obstinately to what he believed to be the only course for a +man of honour. And so he dismissed De Chesne with messages of gratitude +but refusal to his master, and sent for Captain King. Together they +considered all that the secretary had stated, and King agreed with De +Chesne's implied opinion that it was Sir Lewis himself who held the +warrant. + +They sent for him at once, and Ralegh straightly taxed him with it. Sir +Lewis as straightly admitted it, and when King thereupon charged him +with deceit he showed no anger, but only the profoundest grief. He sank +into a chair, and took his head in his hands. + +"What could I do? What could I do?" he cried. "The warrant came in the +very moment we were setting out. At first I thought of telling you; and +then I bethought me that to do so would be but to trouble your mind, +without being able to offer you help." + +Sir Walter understood what was implied. "Did you not say," he asked, +"that you were my kinsman first and Vice-Admiral of Devon after?" + +"Ay--and so I am. Though I must lose my office of Vice-Admiral, which +has cost me six hundred pounds, if I suffer you to escape, I'd never +hesitate if it were not for Manourie, who watches me as closely as he +watches you, and would baulk us at the last. And that is why I have held +my peace on the score of this warrant. What can it help that I should +trouble you with the matter until at the same time I can offer you some +way out?" + +"The Frenchman has a throat, and throats can be slit," said the +downright King. + +"So they can; and men can be hanged for slitting them," returned Sir +Lewis, and thereafter resumed and elaborated his first argument, using +now such forceful logic and obvious sincerity that Sir Walter was +convinced. He was no less convinced, too, of the peril in which he +stood. He plied those wits of his, which had rarely failed him in an +extremity. Manourie was the difficulty. But in his time he had known +many of these agents who, without sentimental interest and purely for +the sake of gold, were ready to play such parts; and never yet had +he known one who was not to be corrupted. So that evening he desired +Manourie's company in the room above stairs that had been set apart for +Sir Walter's use. Facing him across the table at which both were seated, +Sir Walter thrust his clenched fist upon the board, and, suddenly +opening it, dazzled the Frenchman's beady eyes with the jewel sparkling +in his palm. + +"Tell me, Manourie, are you paid as much as that to betray me?" + +Manourie paled a little under his tan. He was a swarthy, sharp-featured +fellow, slight and wiry. He looked into Sir Walter's grimly smiling +eyes, then again at the white diamond, from which the candlelight was +striking every colour of the rainbow. He made a shrewd estimate of its +price, and shook his black head. He had quite recovered from the shock +of Sir Walter's question. + +"Not half as much," he confessed, with impudence. + +"Then you might find it more remunerative to serve me," said the knight. +"This jewel is to be earned." + +The agent's eyes flickered; he passed his tongue over his lips. "As +how?" quoth he. + +"Briefly thus: I have but learnt of the trammel in which I am taken. I +must have time to concert my measures of escape, and time is almost at +an end. You are skilled in drugs, so my kinsman tells me. Can you so +drug me as to deceive physicians that I am in extremis?" + +Manourie considered awhile. + +"I... I think I could," he answered presently. + +"And keep faith with me in this, at the price of, say.. two such +stones?" + +The venal knave gasped in amazement. This was not generosity; it was +prodigality. He recovered again, and swore himself Sir Walter's. + +"About it, then." Sir Walter rolled the gem across the board into the +clutch of the spy, which pounced to meet it. "Keep that in earnest. The +other will follow when we have cozened them." + +Next morning Sir Walter could not resume the journey. When Cotterell +went to dress him he found his master taken with vomits, and reeling +like a drunkard. The valet ran to fetch Sir Lewis, and when they +returned together they found Sir Walter on all fours gnawing the rushes +on the floor, his face livid and horribly distorted, his brow glistening +with sweat. + +Stukeley, in alarm, ordered Cotterell to get his master back to bed +and to foment him, which was done. But on the next day there was no +improvement, and on the third things were in far more serious case. +The skin of his brow and arms and breast was inflamed, and covered with +horrible purple blotches--the result of an otherwise harmless ointment +with which the French empiric had supplied him. + +When Stukeley beheld him thus disfigured, and lying apparently inert +and but half-conscious upon his bed, he backed away in terror. The +Vice-Admiral had seen afore-time the horrible manifestations of the +plague, and could not be mistaken here. He fled from the infected air +of his kinsman's chamber, and summoned what physicians were available +to pronounce and prescribe. The physicians came--three in number--but +manifested no eagerness to approach the patient closely. The mere sight +of him was enough to lead them to the decision that he was afflicted +with the plague in a singularly virulent form. + +Presently one of them plucked up courage so far as to feel the pulse +of the apparently delirious patient. Its feebleness confirmed his +diagnosis; moreover the hand he held was cold and turgid. He was not to +know that Sir Walter had tightly wrapped about his upper arm the ribbon +from his poniard, and so he was entirely deceived. + +The physicians withdrew, and delivered their verdict, whereupon Sir +Lewis at once sent word of it to the Privy Council. + +That afternoon the faithful Captain King, sorely afflicted by the news, +came to visit his master, and was introduced to Sir Walter's chamber by +Manourie, who was in attendance upon him. To the seaman's amazement he +found Sir Walter sitting up in bed, surveying in a hand-mirror a face +that was horrible beyond description with the complacent smile of one +who takes satisfaction in his appearance. Yet there was no fevered +madness in the smiling eyes. They were alive with intelligence, +amounting, indeed, to craft. + +"Ah, King!" was the glad welcome "The prophet David did make himself a +fool, and suffered spittle to fall upon his beard, to escape from the +hands of his enemies And there was Brutus, ay, and others as memorable +who have descended to such artifice." + +Though he laughed, it is clear that he was seeking to excuse an +unworthiness of which he was conscious. + +"Artifice?" quoth King, aghast. "Is this artifice?" + +"Ay--a hedge against my enemies, who will be afraid to approach me." + +King sat himself down by his master's bed. "A better hedge against your +enemies, Sir Walter, would have been the strip of sea 'twixt here and +France. Would to Heaven you had done as I advised ere you set foot in +this ungrateful land." + +"The omission may be repaired," said Sir Walter. + +Before the imminence of his peril, as now disclosed to him, Sir Walter +had been reconsidering De Chesne's assurance touching my Lords of +Arundel and Pembroke, and he had come to conclude--the more readily, +perhaps because it was as he would have it--that De Chesne was right; +that to break faith with them were no such great matter after all, nor +one for which they would be called upon to suffer. And so, now, when it +was all but too late, he yielded to the insistence of Captain King, and +consented to save himself by flight to France. King was to go about the +business of procuring a ship without loss of time. Yet there was no need +of desperate haste, as was shown when presently orders came to Brentford +for the disposal of the prisoner. The King, who was at Salisbury, +desired that Sir Walter should be conveyed to his own house in London. +Stukeley reported this to him, proclaiming it a sign of royal favour. +Sir Walter was not deceived. He knew the reason to be fear lest he +should infect the Tower with the plague by which he was reported +stricken. + +So the journey was resumed, and Sir Walter was brought to London, and +safely bestowed in his own house, but ever in the care of his loving +friend and kinsman. Manourie's part being fulfilled and the aim +accomplished, Sir Walter completed the promised payment by bestowing +upon him the second diamond--a form of eminently portable currency with +which the knight was well supplied. On the morrow Manourie was gone, +dismissed as a consequence of the part he had played. + +It was Stukeley who told Sir Walter this--a very well informed and +injured Stukeley, who asked to know what he had done to forfeit the +knight's confidence that behind his back Sir Walter secretly concerted +means of escape. Had his cousin ceased to trust him? + +Sir Walter wondered. Looking into that lean, crafty face, he considered +King's unquenchable mistrust of the man, bethought him of his kinsman's +general neediness, remembered past events that shed light upon his ways +and nature, and began now at last to have a sense of the man's hypocrisy +and double-dealing. Yet he reasoned in regard to him precisely as he +had reasoned in regard to Manourie. The fellow was acquisitive, and +therefore corruptible. If, indeed, he was so base that he had been +bought to betray Sir Walter, then he could be bought again to betray +those who had so bought him. + +"Nay, nay," said Sir Walter easily. "It is not lack of trust in you, my +good friend. But you are the holder of an office, and knowing as I do +the upright honesty of your character I feared to embarrass you with +things whose very knowledge must give you the parlous choice of being +false to that office or false to me." + +Stukeley broke forth into imprecations. He was, he vowed, the most +accursed and miserable of men that such a task as this should have +fallen to his lot. And he was a poor man, too, he would have his cousin +remember. It was unthinkable that he should use the knowledge he had +gained to attempt to frustrate Sir Walter's plans of escape to France. +And this notwithstanding that if Sir Walter escaped, it is certain he +would lose his office of Vice-Admiral and the six hundred pounds he had +paid for it. + +"As to that, you shall be at no loss," Sir Walter assured him. "I could +not suffer it. I pledge you my honour, Lewis, that you shall have a +thousand pounds from my wife on the day that I am safely landed in +France or Holland. Meanwhile, in earnest of what is to come, here is a +toy of value for you." And he presented Sir Lewis with a jewel of price, +a great ruby encrusted in diamonds. + +Thus reassured that he would be immune from pecuniary loss, Sir Lewis +was ready to throw himself whole-heartedly into Sir Walter's plans, +and to render him all possible assistance. True, this assistance was a +costly matter; there was this person to be bought and that one; there +were expenses here and expenses there, incurred by Sir Lewis on his +kinsman's behalf; and there were odd presents, too, which Stukeley +seemed to expect and which Sir Walter could not deny him. He had no +illusions now that King had been right; that here he was dealing with +a rogue who would exact the uttermost farthing for his services, but +he was gratified at the shrewdness with which he had taken his cousin's +measure, and did not grudge the bribes by which he was to escape the +scaffold. + +De Chesne came again to the house in London, to renew his master's offer +of a ship to carry Sir Walter overseas, and such other assistance as Sir +Walter might require But by now the knight's arrangements were complete. +His servant Cotterell had come to inform him that his own boatswain, +now in London, was the owner of a ketch, at present lying at Tilbury, +admirably suited for the enterprise and entirely at Sir Walter's +disposal. It had been decided, then, with the agreement of Captain King, +that they should avail themselves of this; and accordingly Cotterell +was bidden desire the boatswain to have the craft made ready for sea at +once. In view of this, and anxious to avoid unnecessarily compromising +the French envoy, Sir Walter gratefully declined the latter's offer. + +And so we come at last to that July evening appointed for the flight. +Ralegh, who, having for some time discarded the use of Manourie's +ointment, had practically recovered his normal appearance, covering his +long white hair under a Spanish hat, and muffling the half of his face +in the folds of a cloak, came to Wapping Stairs--that ill-omened place +of execution of pirates and sea-rovers--accompanied by Cotterell, who +carried the knight's cloak-bag, and by Sir Lewis and Sir Lewis's son. +Out of solicitude for their dear friend and kinsman, the Stukeleys could +not part from him until he was safely launched upon his voyage. At the +head of the stairs they were met by Captain King; at the foot of them a +boat was waiting, as concerted, the boatswain at the tiller. + +King greeted them with an air of obvious relief. + +"You feared perhaps we should not come," said Stukeley, with a sneer at +the Captain's avowed mistrust of him. "Yet now, I trust, you'll do me +the justice to admit that I have shown myself an honest man." + +The uncompromising King looked at him and frowned, misliking the words. + +"I hope that you'll continue so," he answered stiffly. + +They went down the slippery steps to the boat, and then the shore glided +slowly past them as they pushed off into the stream of the ebbing tide. + +A moment later, King, whose suspicious eyes kept a sharp look-out, +observed another boat put off some two hundred yards higher up the +river. At first he saw it breast the stream as if proceeding towards +London Bridge, then abruptly swing about and follow them. Instantly he +drew the attention of Sir Walter to that pursuing wherry. + +"What's this?" quoth Sir Walter harshly. "Are we betrayed?" + +The watermen, taking fright at the words, hung now upon their oars. + +"Put back," Sir Walter bade them. "I'll not betray my friends to no +purpose. Put back, and let us home again." + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley gravely, himself watching the wherry. "We are +more than a match for them in oars, even if their purpose be such as you +suspect--for which suspicion, when all is said, there is no ground. On +then!" He addressed himself to the watermen, whipping out a pistol, and +growing truculent in mien and voice. "To your oars! Row, you dogs, or +I'll pistol you where you sit." + +The men bent their backs forthwith, and the boat swept on. But Sir +Walter was still full of apprehensions, still questioning the wisdom of +keeping to their down-stream course if they were being followed. + +"But are we followed?" cried the impatient Sir Lewis. "'Sdeath, cousin, +is not the river a highway for all the world to use, and must every +wherry that chances to go our way be in pursuit of us? If you are to +halt at every shadow, faith, you'll never accomplish anything. I vow I +am unfortunate in having a friend whom I would save so full of doubts +and fears." + +Sir Walter gave him reason, and even King came to conclude that he had +suspected him unjustly, whilst the rowers, under Stukeley's suasion, +now threw themselves heartily into their task, and onward sped the boat +through the deepening night, taking but little account of that other +wherry that hung ever in their wake. In this wise they came at length to +Greenwich on the last of the ebb. But here finding the water beginning +to grow against them, and wearied by the exertion into which Stukeley's +enthusiasm had flogged them, the watermen paused again, declaring that +they could not reach Gravesend before morning. + +Followed a brief discussion, at the end of which Sir Walter bade them +put him ashore at Purfleet. + +"And that's the soundest counsel," quoth the boatswain. "For at Purfleet +we can get horses on to Tilbury." + +Stukeley was of the same opinion; but not so the more practical Captain +King. + +"'Tis useless," he declared to them. "At this hour how shall you get +horses to go by land?" + +And now, Sir Walter, looking over his shoulder, saw the other wherry +bearing down upon them through the faintly opalescent mists of dawn. A +hail came to them across the water. + +"Oh, 'Sdeath! We are betrayed!" cried Ralegh bitterly, and Stukeley +swore more fiercely still. Sir Walter turned to him. "Put ashore," he +said shortly, "and let us home." + +"Ay, perhaps 'twere best. For to-night there's an end to the enterprise, +and if I am taken in your company now, what shall be said to me for this +active assistance in your escape?" His voice was gloomy, his face drawn +and white. + +"Could you not plead that you had but pretended to go with me to seize +on my private papers?" suggested the ingenious mind of Ralegh. + +"I could. But shall I be believed? Shall I?" His loom was deepening to +despair. + +Ralegh was stricken almost with remorse on his cousin's account. His +generous heart was now more concerned with the harm to his friends than +with his own doom. He desired to make amends to Stukeley, but had no +means save such as lay in the power of that currency he used. Having +naught else to give, he must give that. He plunged his hand into an +inner pocket, and brought forth a handful of jewels, which he thrust +upon his kinsman. + +"Courage," he urged him. "Up now, and we may yet win out and home, so +that all will be well with you at least, and you shall not suffer for +your friendship to me." + +Stukeley embraced him then, protesting his love and desire to serve him. + +They came to land at last, just below Greenwich bridge, and almost at +the same moment the other wherry grounded immediately above them. Men +sprang from her, with the obvious intent of cutting off their retreat. + +"Too late!" said Ralegh, and sighed, entirely without passion now that +the dice had fallen and showed that the game was lost. "You must act on +my suggestion to explain your presence, Lewis." + +"Indeed, there is no other course," Sir Lewis agreed. "And you are in +the same case, Captain King. You must confess that you joined with me +but to betray Sir Walter. I'll bear you out. Thus, each supporting the +other..." + +"I'll roast in Hell before I brand myself a traitor," roared the Captain +furiously. "And were you an honest man, Sir Lewis, you'ld understand my +meaning." + +"So, so?" said Stukeley, in a quiet, wicked voice. And it was observed +that his son and one or two of the watermen had taken their stand beside +him as if in readiness for action. "Why, then, since you will have it +so, Captain, I arrest you, in the King's name, on a charge of abetting +treason." + +The Captain fell back a step, stricken a moment by sheer amazement. Then +he groped for a pistol to do at last what he realized he should have +done long since. Instantly he was overpowered. It was only then that Sir +Walter understood the thing that had happened, and with understanding +came fury. The old adventurer flung back his cloak, and snatched at his +rapier to put it through the vitals of his dear friend and kinsman. But +he was too late. Hands seized upon him, and he found himself held by the +men from the wherry, confronted by a Mr. William Herbert, whom he knew +for Stukeley's cousin, and he heard Mr. Herbert formally asking him for +the surrender of his sword. + +Instantly he governed himself, repressed his fury. He looked coldly at +his kinsman, whose face showed white and evil in the growing light of +the early summer dawn "Sir Lewis," was all he said, "these actions will +not turn out to your credit." + +He had no illusion left. His understanding was now a very full one. His +dear friend and kinsman had played him false throughout, intending first +to drain him of his resources before finally flinging the empty husk to +the executioner. Manourie had been in the plot; he had run with the hare +and hunted with the hounds; and Sir Walter's own servant Cotterell had +done no less. Amongst them they had "cozened the great cozener"--to use +Stukeley's own cynical expression. Even so, it was only on his trial +that Sir Walter plumbed the full depth of Stukeley's baseness; for it +was only then he learnt that his kinsman had been armed by a warrant +of immunity to assist his projects of escape, so that he might the more +effectively incriminate and betray him; and Sir Walter discovered also +that the ship in which he had landed, and other matters, were to provide +additional Judas' fees to this acquisitive betrayer. + +If to escape his enemies Sir Walter had had recourse to artifices +unworthy the great hero that he was, now that all hope was lost he +conducted himself with a dignity and cheerfulness beyond equal. So +calm and self-possessed and masterly was his defence from the charge of +piracy preferred at the request of Spain, and so shrewd in its inflaming +appeal to public opinion, that his judges were constrained to abandon +that line of prosecution, and could discover no way of giving his head +to King James save by falling back upon the thirteen-year old sentence +of death against him. Of this they now ordered execution. + +Never a man who loved his life as dearly as Sir Walter loved it met +death as blithely. He dressed himself for the scaffold with that +elegance and richness which all his life he had observed. He wore a ruff +band and black velvet wrought nightgown over a doublet of hair-coloured +satin, a black wrought waistcoat, black cut taffety breeches and +ash-coloured silk stockings. Under his plumed hat he covered his white +locks with a wrought nightcap. This last he bestowed on his way to the +scaffold upon a bald-headed old man who had come to take a last look of +him, with the observation that he was more in need of it than himself. +When he had removed it, it was observed that his hair was not curled as +usual. This was a matter that had fretted his barber Peter in the prison +of the Gatehouse at Westminster that morning. But Sir Walter had put him +off with a laugh and a jest. + +"Let them comb it that shall have it," he had said of his own head. + +Having taken his leave of the friends who had flocked about him with +the observation that he had a long journey before him, he called for +the axe, and, when presented to him, ran his fingers along the edge, and +smiled. + +"Sharp medicine," quoth he, "but a sound cure for all diseases." + +When presently the executioner bade him turn his head to the East: + +"It is no great matter which way a man's head stands, so that his heart +lies right," he said. + +Thus passed one of England's greatest heroes, indeed one of the very +makers of this England, and than his death there is no more shameful +blot upon the shameful reign of that pusillanimous James, unclean of +body and of soul, who sacrificed him to the King of Spain. + +A spectator of his death, who suffered for his words--as men must ever +suffer for the regardless utterance of Truth--declared that England had +not such another head to cut off. + +As for Stukeley, the acquisitiveness which had made a Judas of him was +destined, by a poetic justice, ever desired but rarely forthcoming for +knaves, soon to be his ruin. He was caught diminishing the gold coin of +the realm by the operation known to-day as "clipping," and with him was +taken his creature Manourie, who, to save himself, turned chief witness +against Stukeley. Sir Lewis was sentenced to death, but saved himself +by purchasing his pardon at the cost of every ill-gotten shilling he +possessed, and he lived thereafter as bankrupt of means as he was of +honour. + +Yet before all this happened, Sir Lewis had for his part in Sir Walter +Ralegh's death come to be an object of execration throughout the land, +and to be commonly known as "Sir Judas." At Whitehall he suffered +rebuffs and insults that found a climax in the words addressed to him by +the Lord Admiral, to whom he went to give an account of his office. + +"Base fellow, darest thou who art the contempt and scorn of men offer +thyself in my presence?" + +For a man of honour there was but one course. Sir Judas was not a man of +honour. He carried his grievance to the King. James leered at him. + +"What wouldst thou have me do? Wouldst thou have me hang him? On my +soul, if I should hang all that speak ill of thee, all the trees of the +country would not suffice, so great is the number." + + + + + + +VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + +George Villier's Courtship of Ann of Austria + +He was Insolence incarnate. + +Since the day when, a mere country lad, his singular good looks +had attracted the attention of King James--notoriously partial to +good-looking lads--and had earned him the office of cup-bearer to his +Majesty, the career of George Villiers is to be read in a series of +acts of violent and ever-increasing arrogance, expressing the vanity and +levity inherent in his nature. Scarcely was he established in the royal +favour than he distinguished himself by striking an offending gentleman +in the very presence of his sovereign--an act of such gross disrespect +to royalty that his hand would have paid forfeit, as by law demanded, +had not the maudlin king deemed him too lovely a fellow to be so cruelly +maimed. + +Over the mind and will of King Charles his ascendancy became even +greater than it had been over that of King James; and it were easy to +show that the acts of George Villiers' life supplied the main planks +of that scaffold in Whitehall whereupon Charles Stuart came to lose his +head. Charles was indeed a martyr; a martyr chiefly to the reckless, +insolent, irresponsible vanity of this Villiers, who, from a simple +country squire with nothing but personal beauty to recommend him, had +risen to be, as Duke of Buckingham, the first gentleman in England. + +The heady wine of power had gone to his brain, and so addled it that, as +John Chamberlain tells us, there was presently a touch of craziness +in him--of the variety, no doubt, known to modern psychologists as +megalomania He lost the sense of proportion, and was without respect for +anybody or anything. The Commons of England and the immensely dignified +Court of Spain--during that disgraceful, pseudo-romantic adventure at +Madrid--were alike the butts of this parvenu's unmeasured arrogance But +the crowning insolence of his career was that tragicomedy the second act +of which was played on a June evening in an Amiens garden on the banks +of the river Somme. + +Three weeks ago--on the 14th May, 1625, to be precise--Buckingham had +arrived in Paris as Ambassador Extra-ordinary, charged with the task of +conducting to England the King of France's sister, Henrietta Maria, who +three days earlier had been married by proxy to King Charles. + +The occasion enabled Buckingham to fling the reins on to the neck of +his mad vanity, to indulge to the very fullest his crazy passion +for ostentation and magnificence. Because the Court of France was +proverbially renowned for splendour and luxury, Buckingham felt it due +to himself to extinguish its brilliance by his own. On his first coming +to the Louvre he literally blazed. He wore a suit of white satin velvet +with a short cloak in the Spanish fashion, the whole powdered over with +diamonds to the value of some ten thousand pounds. An enormous diamond +clasped the heron's plume in his hat; diamonds flashed in the hilt of +his sword; diamonds studded his very spurs, which were of beaten gold; +the highest orders of England, Spain, and France flamed on his breast. +On the occasion of his second visit he wore a suit of purple satin, of +intent so lightly sewn with pearls that as he moved he shook them off +like raindrops, and left them to lie where they fell, as largesse for +pages and the lesser fry of the Court. + +His equipages and retinue were of a kind to match his personal +effulgence. His coaches were lined with velvet and covered with cloth +of gold, and some seven hundred people made up his train. There were +musicians, watermen, grooms of the chamber, thirty chief yeomen, a +score of cooks, as many grooms, a dozen pages, two dozen footmen, six +outriders, and twenty gentlemen, each with his own attendants, all +arrayed as became the satellites of a star of such great magnitude. + +Buckingham succeeded in his ambition. Paris, that hitherto had set the +fashion to the world, stared mouth-agape, dazzled by the splendour of +this superb and scintillating ambassador. + +Another, by betraying consciousness of the figure that he cut, might +have made himself ridiculous. But Buckingham's insolent assurance was +proof against that peril. Supremely self-satisfied, he was conscious +only that what he did could not be better done, and he ruffled it with +an air of easy insouciance, as if in all this costly display there was +nothing that was not normal. He treated with princes, and even with +the gloomy Louis XIII., as with equals; and, becoming more and more +intoxicated with his very obvious success, he condescended to observe +approvingly the fresh beauty of the young Queen. + +Anne of Austria, then in her twenty-fourth year, was said to be one +of the most beautiful women in Europe. She was of a good height and +carriage, slight, and very gracefully built, of a ravishing fairness of +skin and hair, whilst a look of wistfulness had come to invest with an +indefinable tenderness her splendid eyes. Her childless marriage to the +young King of France, which had endured now for ten years, had hardly +been successful. Gloomy, taciturn, easily moved to suspicion, and +difficult to convince of error, Louis XIII. held his wife aloof, +throwing up between himself and her a wall of coldness, almost of +dislike. + +There is a story--and Tallemant des Raux gives credit to it--that in the +early days of her reign as Queen of France, Richelieu had fallen deeply +in love with her, and that she, with the mischief of an irresponsible +young girl, had encouraged him, merely to betray him to a ridicule which +his proud spirit had never been able to forgive. Be that or another +the reason, the fact that Richelieu hated her, and subjected her to +his vindictive persecution, is beyond dispute. And it was he who by a +hundred suggestions poisoned against her the King's mind, and thus kept +ever open the gulf between the two. + +The eyes of that neglected young wife dilated a little, and admiration +kindled in them, when they rested upon the dazzling figure of my Lord of +Buckingham. He must have seemed to her a figure of romance, a prince out +of a fairy-tale. + +That betraying glance he caught, and it inflamed at once his monstrous +arrogance. To the scalps already adorning the belt of his vanity he +would add that of the love of a beautiful young queen. Perhaps he was +thrilled in his madness by the thought of the peril that would spice +such an adventure. Into that adventure he plunged forthwith. He wooed +her during the eight days that he abode in Paris, flagrantly, openly, +contemptuous of courtiers and of the very King himself. At the Louvre, +at the Hotel de Chevreuse, at the Luxembourg, where the Queen-Mother +held her Court, at the Hotel de Guise, and elsewhere he was ever at the +Queen's side. + +Richelieu, whose hard pride and self-love had been wounded by the Duke's +cavalier behaviour, who despised the fellow for an upstart, and may even +have resented that so shallow a man should have been sent to treat with +a statesman of his own caliber--for other business beside the marriage +had brought Buckingham to Paris--suggested to the King that the Duke's +manner in approaching the Queen lacked a proper deference, and the +Queen's manner of receiving him a proper circumspection. Therefore the +King's long face became longer, his gloomy eyes gloomier, as he looked +on. Far, however, from acting as a deterrent, the royal scowl was mere +incense to the vanity of Buckingham, a spur to goad him on to greater +daring. + +On the 2nd of June a splendid company of some four thousand French +nobles and ladies, besides Buckingham and his retinue, quitted Paris to +accompany Henrietta Maria, now Queen of England, on the first stage of +her journey to her new home. The King was not of the party. He had +gone with Richelieu to Fontainebieau, leaving it to the Queen and the +Queen-Mother to accompany his sister. + +Buckingham missed no chance upon that journey of pressing his attentions +upon Anne of Austria. Duty dictated that his place should be beside the +carriage of Henrietta Maria. But duty did not apply to His Insolence of +Buckingham, so indifferent of whom he might slight or offend. And then +the devil took a hand in the game. + +At Amiens, the Queen-Mother fell ill, so that the Court was compelled to +halt there for a few days to give her Majesty the repose she required. +Whilst Amiens was thus honoured by the presence of three queens at +one and the same time within its walls, the Duc de Chaulnes gave an +entertainment in the Citadel. Buckingham attended this, and in the dance +that followed the banquet it was Buckingham who led out the Queen. + +Thereafter the royal party had returned to the Bishop's Palace, where it +was lodged, and a small company went out to take the evening cool in the +Bishop's fragrant gardens on the Somme, Buckingham ever at the Queen's +side. Anne of Austria was attended by her Mistress of the Household, +the beautiful, witty Marie de Rohan, Duchess of Chevreuse, and by her +equerry, Monsieur de Putange. Madame de Chevreuse had for cavalier that +handsome coxcomb, Lord Holland, who was one of Buckingham's creatures, +between whom and herself a certain transient tenderness had sprung up. +M. de Putange was accompanied by Madame de Vernet, with whom at the time +he was over head and ears in love. Elsewhere about the spacious gardens +other courtiers sauntered. + +Now either Madame de Chevreuse and M. de Putange were too deeply +engrossed in their respective companions, or else the state of their +own hearts and the tepid, languorous eventide disposed them complacently +towards the affair of gallantry upon which their mistress almost seemed +to wish to be embarked. They forgot, it would seem, that she was a +queen, and remembered sympathetically that she was a woman, and that she +had for companion the most splendid cavalier in all the world. Thus they +committed the unpardonable fault of lagging behind, and allowing her to +pass out of their sight round the bend of an avenue by the water. + +No sooner did Buckingham realize that he was alone with the Queen, that +the friendly dusk and a screen of trees secured them from observation, +than, piling audacity up on audacity, he determined to accomplish here +and now the conquest of this lovely lady who had used him so graciously +and received his advances with such manifest pleasure. + +"How soft the night! How exquisite!" he sighed. + +"Indeed," she agreed. "And how still, but for the gentle murmur of the +river." + +"The river!" he cried, on a new note. "That is no gentle murmur. The +river laughs, maliciously mocking. The river is evil." + +"Evil?" quoth she. He had checked in his step, and they stood now side +by side. + +"Evil," he repeated. "Evil and cruel. It goes to swell the sea that soon +shall divide me from you, and it mocks me, rejoicing wickedly in the +pain that will presently be mine." + +It took her aback. She laughed, a little breathlessly, to hide her +discomposure, and scarce knew how to answer him, scarce knew whether +she took pleasure or offense in his daring encroachment upon that royal +aloofness in which she dwelt, and in which her Spanish rearing had +taught her she must ever dwell. + +"Oh, but Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, you will be with us again, perhaps +before so very long." + +His answer came in a swift, throbbing question, his lips so near her +face that she could feel his breath hot upon her cheek. + +"Do you wish it, madame? Do you wish it? I implore you, of your pity, +say but that you wish it, and I will come, though I tear down half a +world to reach you." + +She recoiled in fright and displeasure before a wooing so impetuous and +violently outspoken; though the displeasure was perhaps but a passing +emotion, the result of early training. Yet she contrived to answer him +with the proper icy dignity due to her position as a princess of Spain, +now Queen of France. + +"Monsieur, you forget yourself. The Queen of France does not listen to +such words. You are mad, I think." + +"Yes, I am mad," he flung back. "Mad with love--so mad that I have +forgot that you are a queen and I an ambassador. Under the ambassador +there is a man, under the queen a woman--our real selves, not the titles +with which Fate seeks to dissemble our true natures. And with the whole +strength of my true nature do I love you, so potently, so overwhelmingly +that I will not believe you sensible of no response." + +Thus torrentially he delivered himself, and swept her a little off +her feet. She was a woman, as he said; a queen, it is true; but also +a neglected, coldly-used wife; and no one had ever addressed her in +anything approaching this manner, no one had ever so much as suggested +that her existence could matter greatly, that in her woman's nature +there was the magic power of awakening passion and devotion. He was so +splendidly magnificent, so masterful and unrivalled, and he came thus +to lay his being, as it were, in homage at her feet. It touched her a +little, who knew so little of the real man. It cost her an effort to +repulse him, and the effort was not very convincing. + +"Hush, monsieur, for pity's sake! You must not talk so to me. It ... it +hurts." + +O fatal word! She meant that it was her dignity as Queen he wounded, for +she clung to that as to the anchor of salvation. But he in his egregious +vanity must of course misunderstand. + +"Hurts!" he cried, and the rapture in his accents should have warned +her. "Because you resist it, because you fight against the commands of +your true self. Anne!" He seized her, and crushed her to him. "Anne!" + +Wild terror gripped her at that almost brutal contact, and anger, too, +her dignity surging up in violent outraged rebellion. A scream, loud and +piercing, broke from her and rang through the still garden. It brought +him to his senses. It was as if he had been lifted up into the air, and +then suddenly allowed to fall. + +He sprang away from her, an incoherent exclamation on his lips, and when +an instant later Monsieur de Putange came running up in alarm, his hand +upon his sword, those two stood with the width of the avenue between +them, Buckingham erect and defiant, the Queen breathing hard and +trembling, a hand upon her heaving breast as if to repress its tumult. + +"Madame! Madame!" had been Putange's cry, as he sprang forward in alarm +and self-reproach. + +He stood now almost between them, looking from one to the other in +bewilderment. Neither spoke. + +"You cried out, Madame," M. de Putange reminded her, and Buckingham +may well have wondered whether presently he would be receiving M. de +Putange's sword in his vitals. He must have known that his life now hung +upon her answer. + +"I called you, that was all," said the Queen, in a voice that she strove +to render calm. "I confess that I was startled to find myself alone with +M. L'Ambassadeur. Do not let it occur again, M. de Putange!" + +The equerry bowed in silence. His itching fingers fell away from his +sword-hilt, and he breathed more freely. He had no illusions as to +what must have happened. But he was relieved there were to be no +complications. The others now coming up with them, the party thereafter +kept together until presently Buckingham and Lord Holland took their +leave. + +On the morrow the last stage of the escorting journey was accomplished. +A little way beyond Amiens the Court took its leave of Henrietta Maria, +entrusting her now to Buckingham and his followers, who were to convey +her safely to Charles. + +It was a very contrite and downcast Buckingham who came now to Anne of +Austria as she sat in her coach with the Princesse de Conti for only +companion. + +"Madame," he said, "I am come to take my leave." + +"Fare you well, Monsieur l'Ambassadeur," she said, and her voice was +warm and gentle, as if to show him that she bore no malice. + +"I am come to ask your pardon, madame," he said, in a low voice. + +"Oh, monsieur--no more, I beg you." She looked down; her hands were +trembling, her cheeks going red and white by turns. + +He put his head behind the curtains of the coach, so that none might see +him from outside, and looking at him now, she beheld tears in his eyes. + +"Do not misunderstand me, madame. I ask your pardon only for having +discomposed you, startled you. As for what I said, it were idle to ask +pardon, since I could no more help saying it than I can help drawing +breath. I obeyed an instinct stronger than the will to live. I gave +expression to something that dominates my whole being, and will ever +dominate it as long as I have life. Adieu, madame! At need you know +where a servant who will gladly die for you is to be found." He kissed +the hem of her robe, dashed the back of his hand across his eyes, and +was gone before she could say a word in answer. + +She sat pale, and very thoughtful, and the Princesse de Conti, watching +her furtively, observed that her eyes were moist. + +"I will answer for the Queen's virtue," she stated afterwards, "but I +cannot speak so positively for the hardness of her heart, since without +doubt the Duke's tears affected her spirits." + +But it was not yet the end. As Buckingham was nearing Calais, he was +met by a courier from Whitehall, with instructions for him regarding +the negotiations he had been empowered to carry out with France in the +matter of an alliance against Spain--negotiations which had not +thriven with Louis and Richelieu, possibly because the ambassador was +ill-chosen. The instructions came too late to be of use, but in time to +serve as a pretext for Buckingham's return to Amiens. There he sought an +audience of the Queen-Mother, and delivered himself to her of a futile +message for the King. This chimerical business--as Madame de Motteville +shrewdly calls it--being accomplished, he came to the real matter which +had prompted him to use that pretext for his return, and sought audience +of Anne of Austria. + +It was early morning, and the Queen was not yet risen. But the levees at +the Court of France were precisely what the word implies, and they were +held by royalty whilst still abed. It was not, therefore, amazing that +he should have been admitted to her presence. She was alone save for her +lady-in-waiting, Madame de Lannoi, who was, we are told, aged, prudent +and virtuous. Conceive, therefore, the outraged feelings of this lady +upon seeing the English duke precipitate himself wildly into the room, +and on his knees at the royal bedside seize the coverlet and bear it to +his lips. + +Whilst the young Queen looked confused and agitated, Madame de Lannoi +became a pillar of icy dignity. + +"M. le Duc," says she, "it is not customary in France to kneel when +speaking to the Queen." + +"I care nothing for the customs of France, madame," he answered rudely. +"I am not a Frenchman." + +"That is too obvious, monsieur," snapped the elderly, prudent and +virtuous countess. "Nevertheless, whilst in France perhaps monsieur will +perceive the convenience of conforming to French customs. Let me call +for a chair for Monsieur le Duc." + +"I do not want a chair, madame." + +The countess cast her eyes to Heaven, as if to say, "I suppose one +cannot expect anything else in a foreigner," and let him kneel as he +insisted, placing herself, however, protectingly at the Queen's pillow. + +Nevertheless, entirely unabashed, heeding Madame de Lannoi's presence +no more than if she had been part of the room's furniture, the Duke +delivered himself freely of what was in his mind. He had been obliged to +return to Amiens on a matter of State. It was unthinkable that he should +be so near to her Majesty and not hasten to cast himself at her feet; +and whilst gladdening the eyes of his body with the sight of her +matchless perfection, the image of which was ever before the eyes of +his soul, allow himself the only felicity life now held for him--that of +protesting himself her utter slave. This, and much more of the kind, +did he pour out, what time the Queen, embarrassed and annoyed beyond +utterance, could only stare at him in silence. + +Apart from the matchless impudence of it, it was also of a rashness +beyond pardon. Unless Madame de Lannoi were the most circumspect of +women, here was a fine tale for Court gossips, and for the King's ears, +a tale that must hopelessly compromise the Queen. For that, Buckingham, +in his self-sufficiency and arrogance, appears to have cared nothing. +One suspects that it would have pleased his vanity to have his name +linked with the Queen's by the lips of scandal. + +She found her tongue at last. + +"Monsieur le Duc," she said in her confusion, "it was not necessary, +it was not worth while, to have asked audience of me for this. You have +leave to go." + +He looked up in doubt, and saw only confusion; attributed it perhaps +to the presence of that third party to which himself he had been so +indifferent. He kissed the coverlet again, stumbled to his feet, and +reached the door. Thence he sent her a flaming glance of his bold eyes, +and hand on heart-- + +"Adieu, madame!" said he in tragic tones, and so departed. + +Madame de Lannoi was discreet, and related at the time nothing of what +had passed at that interview. But that the interview itself had taken +place under such conditions was enough to set the tongue of gossip +wagging. An echo of it reached the King, together with the story of that +other business in the garden, and he was glad to know that the Duke of +Buckingham was back in London. Richelieu, to vent his own malice against +the Queen, sought to feed the King's suspicions. + +"Why did she cry out, sire?" he will have asked. "What did M. de +Buckingham do to make her cry out?" + +"I don't know. But whatever it was, she was no party to it since she did +cry out." + +Richelieu did not pursue the matter just then. But neither did he +abandon it. He had his agents in London and elsewhere, and he desired +of them a close report upon the Duke of Buckingham's movements, and the +fullest particulars of his private life. + +Meanwhile, Buckingham had left behind him in France two faithful agents +of his own, with instructions to keep his memory green with the Queen. +For he intended to return upon one pretext or another before very long, +and complete the conquest. Those agents of his were Lord Holland and +the artist Balthazar Gerbier. It is to be presumed that they served the +Duke's interests well, and it is no less to be presumed from that which +followed that they found her Majesty willing enough to hear news of that +amazingly romantic fellow who had flashed across the path of her grey +life, touching it for a moment with his own flaming radiance. In her +loneliness she came to think of him with tenderness and pity, in which +pity for herself and her dull lot was also blent. He was away, overseas; +she might never see him again; therefore there could be little harm in +indulging the romantic tenderness he had inspired. + +So one day, many months after his departure, she begged Gerbier--as +La Rochefoucauld tells us--to journey to London and bear the Duke a +trifling memento of her--a set of diamond studs. That love-token--for it +amounted to no less--Gerbier conveyed to England, and delivered to the +Duke. + +Buckingham's head was so completely turned by the event, and his desire +to see Anne of Austria again became thereupon so overmastering, that he +at once communicated to France that he was coming over as the ambassador +of the King of England to treat of certain matters connected with +Spain. But Richelieu had heard from the French ambassador in London +that portraits of the Queen of France were excessively abundant at York +House, the Duke's residence, and he had considered it his duty to inform +the King. Louis was angry, but not with the Queen. To have believed her +guilty of any indiscretion would have hurt his gloomy pride too +deeply. All that he believed was that this was merely an expression of +Buckingham's fanfaronading, thrasonical disposition, a form of vain, +empty boasting peculiar to megalomaniacs. + +As a consequence, the King of England was informed that the Duke of +Buckingham, for reasons well known to himself, would not be agreeable as +Charles's ambassador to his Most Christian Majesty. Upon learning this, +the vainglorious Buckingham was loud in proclaiming the reason ("well +known to himself") and in protesting that he would go to France to see +the Queen with the French King's consent or without it. This was duly +reported to Richelieu, and by Richelieu to King Louis. But his Most +Christian Majesty merely sneered, accounted it more empty boasting on +the part of the parvenu, and dismissed it from his mind. + +Richelieu found this attitude singularly exasperating in a King who +was temperamentally suspicious. It so piqued and annoyed him, that when +considered in addition to his undying rancour against Anne of Austria, +it is easily believed he spared no pains to obtain something in the +nature of a proof that the Queen was not as innocent as Louis insisted +upon believing. + +Now it happened that one of his London agents informed him, among other +matters connected with the Duke's private life, that he had a bitter and +secret enemy in the Countess of Carlisle, between whom and himself there +had been a passage of some tenderness too abruptly ended by the Duke. +Richelieu, acting upon this information, contrived to enter into +correspondence with Lady Carlisle, and in the course of this +correspondence he managed her so craftily--says La Rochefoucauld--that +very soon she was, whilst hardly realizing it, his Eminence's most +valuable spy near Buckingham. Richelieu informed her that he was +mainly concerned with information that would throw light upon the real +relations of Buckingharn and the Queen of France, and he persuaded her +that nothing was too insignificant to be communicated. Her resentment +of the treatment she had received from Buckingham, a resentment the more +bitter for being stifled--since for her reputation's sake she dared +not have given it expression--made her a very ready instrument in +Richelieu's hands, and there was no scrap of gossip she did not +carefully gather up and dispatch to him. But all was naught until one +day at last she was able to tell him something that set his pulses +beating more quickly than their habit. + +She had it upon the best authority that a set of diamond studs +constantly worn of late by the Duke was a love-token from the Queen of +France sent over to Buckingham by a messenger of her own. Here, indeed, +was news. Here was a weapon by which the Queen might be destroyed. +Richelieu considered. If he could but obtain possession of the studs, +the rest would be easy. There would be an end--and such an end!--to +the King's obstinate, indolent faith in his wife's indifference to that +boastful, flamboyant English upstart. Richelieu held his peace for the +time being, and wrote to the Countess. + +Some little time thereafter there was a sumptuous ball given at York +House, graced by the presence of King Charles and his young French +Queen. Lady Carlisle was present, and in the course of the evening +Buckingham danced with her. She was a very beautiful, accomplished and +ready-witted woman, and to-night his Grace found her charms so alluring +that he was almost disposed to blame himself for having perhaps treated +her too lightly. Yet she seemed at pains to show him that it was his to +take up again the affair at the point at which it had been dropped. +She was gay, arch, provoking and irresistible. So irresistible that +presently, yielding to the lure of her, the Duke slipped away from his +guests with the lady on his arm, and they found themselves at the foot +of the garden in the shadow of the water-gate that Inigo Jones had just +completed for him. My lady languished at his side, permitted him to +encircle her with a protecting arm, and for a moment lay heavily against +him. He caught her violently to him, and now her ladyship, hitherto so +yielding, with true feminine contrariness set herself to resist him. A +scuffle ensued between them. She broke from him at last, and sped swift +as a doe across the lawn towards the lights of the great house, his +Grace in pursuit between vexation and amusement. + +But he did not overtake her, and it was with a sense of having been +fooled that he rejoined his guests. His questing eyes could discern her +nowhere. Presently he made inquiries, to be told that she had desired +her carriage to be called, and had left York House immediately upon +coming in from the garden. + +He concluded that she was gone off in a pet. It was very odd. It was, in +fact, most flagrantly contradictory that she should have taken offense +at that which she had so obviously invited. But then she always had been +a perverse and provoking jade. With that reflection he put her from his +mind. + +But anon, when his guests had departed, and the lights in the great +house were extinguished, Buckingham thought of the incident again. +Cogitating it, he sat in his room, his fingers combing his fine, +pointed, auburn beard. At last, with a shrug and a half-laugh, he rose +to undress for bed. And then a cry escaped him, and brought in his valet +from an adjoining room. The riband of diamond studs was gone. + +Reckless and indifferent as he was, a sense of evil took him in the +moment of his discovery of that loss, so that he stood there pale, +staring, and moist of brow. It was no ordinary theft. There were upon +his person a dozen ornaments of greater value, any one of which could +have been more easily detached. This was the work of some French agent. +He had made no secret of whence those studs had come to him. + +There his thoughts checked on a sudden. As in a flash of revelation, he +saw the meaning of Lady Carlisle's oddly contradictory behaviour. The +jade had fooled him. It was she who had stolen the riband. He sat down +again, his head in his hands, and swiftly, link by link, he pieced +together a complete chain. + +Almost as swiftly he decided upon the course of action which he must +adopt so as to protect the Queen of France's honour. He was virtually +the ruler of England, master in these islands of an almost boundless +power. That power he would exert to the full this very night to thwart +those enemies of his own and of the Queen's, who worked so subtly in +concert. Many would be wronged, much harm would be done, the liberties +of some thousands of freeborn Englishmen would be trampled underfoot. +What did it matter? It was necessary that his Grace of Buckingham should +cover up an indiscretion. + +"Set ink and paper yonder," he bade his gaping valet. "Then go call M. +Gerbier. Rouse Lacy and Thom, and send them to me at once, and leave +word that I shall require a score of couriers to be in the saddle and +ready to set out in half an hour." + +Bewildered, the valet went off upon his errand. The Duke sat down to +write. And next morning English merchants learnt that the ports of +England were closed by the King's express command--delivered by his +minister, the Duke of Buckingham--that measures were being taken--were +already taken in all southern ports--so that no vessel of any kind +should leave the island until the King's further pleasure were made +known. Startled, the people wondered was this enactment the forerunner +of war. Had they known the truth, they might have been more startled +still, though in a different manner. As swiftly as couriers could +travel--and certainly well ahead of any messenger seeking escape +overseas--did this blockade spread, until the gates of England were +tight locked against the outgoing of those diamond studs which meant the +honour of the Queen of France. + +And meanwhile a diamond-cutter was replacing the purloined stones by +others, matching them so closely that no man should be able to say which +were the originals and which the copies. Buckingham and Gerbier between +them guided the work. Soon it was accomplished, and a vessel slipped +down the Thames, allowed to pass by those who kept close watch to +enforce the royal decree, and made sail for Calais, which was beginning +to manifest surprise at this entire cessation of traffic from England. +From that vessel landed Gerbier, and rode straight to Paris, carrying +the Queen of France the duplicate studs, which were to replace those +which she had sent to Buckingham. + +Twenty-four hours later the ports of England were unsealed, and commerce +was free and unhampered once more. But it was twenty-four hours too +late for Richelieu and his agent, the Countess of Carlisle. His Eminence +deplored a fine chance lost through the excessive power that was wielded +in England by the parvenu. + +Yet that is not quite the end of the story. Buckingham's inflamed and +reckless mind would stop at nothing now to achieve the object of his +desires--go to France and see the Queen. Since the country was closed +to him, he would force a way into it, the red way of war. Blood should +flow, ruin and misery desolate the land, but in the end he would go to +Paris to negotiate a peace, and that should be his opportunity. Other +reasons there may have been, but none so dominant, none that could not +have been removed by negotiation. The pretexted casus belli was the +matter of the Protestants of La Rochelle, who were in rebellion against +their king. + +To their aid sailed Buckingham with an English expedition. Disaster +and defeat awaited it. Its shattered remnant crept back in disgrace to +England, and the Duke found himself more detested by the people than he +had been already--which is saying much. He went off to seek comfort at +the hands of the two persons who really loved him--his doting King and +his splendid wife. + +But the defeat had neither lessened his resolve nor chastened his +insolence. He prepared a second expedition in the very teeth of a +long-suffering nation's hostility, indifferent to the mutinies and +mutterings about him. What signified to him the will of a nation? He +desired to win to the woman whom he loved, and to accomplish that he +nothing recked that he should set Europe in a blaze, nothing recked what +blood should be poured out, what treasure dissipated. + +Hatred of him by now was so widespread and vocal, that his friends, +fearing that soon it would pass from words to deeds, urged him to take +precautions, advised the wearing of a shirt of mail for greater safety. + +But he laughed sneeringly, ever arrogant and scornful. + +"It needs not. There are no Roman spirits left," was his contemptuous +answer. + +He was mistaken. One morning after breakfast, as he was leaving +the house in the High Street, Portsmouth, where he lodged whilst +superintending the final preparations for that unpopular expedition, +John Felton, a self-appointed instrument of national vengeance, drove a +knife to the hilt into the Duke's breast. + +"May the Lord have mercy on your soul!" was the pious exclamation with +which the slayer struck home. And, in all the circumstances, there seems +to have been occasion for the prayer. + + + + + + +IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + +The Fall of Lord Clarendon + +Tight-wrapped in his cloak against the icy whips of the black winter's +night, a portly gentleman, well advanced in years, picked his way +carefully down the wet, slippery steps of the jetty by the light of +a lanthorn, whose rays gleamed lividly on crushed brown seaweed and +trailing green sea slime. Leaning heavily upon the arm which a sailor +held out to his assistance, he stepped into the waiting boat that rose +and fell on the heaving black waters. A boathook scraped against the +stones, and the frail craft was pushed off. + +The oars dipped, and the boat slipped away through the darkness, +steering a course for the two great poop lanterns that were swinging +rhythmically high up against the black background of the night. The +elderly gentleman, huddled now in the stern-sheets, looked behind +him--to look his last upon the England he had loved and served and +ruled. The lanthorn, shedding its wheel of yellow light upon the jetty +steps, was all of it that he could now see. + +He sighed, and settled down again to face the poop lights, dancing there +above the invisible hull of the ship that was to carry Edward Hyde, Earl +of Clarendon, lately Lord Chancellor of England, into exile. As a dying +man looks down the foreshortened vista of his active life, so may Edward +Hyde--whose career had reached a finality but one degree removed from +the finality of death--have reviewed in that moment those thirty years +of sincere endeavour and high achievement since he had been a law +student in the Temple when Charles I. was King. + +That King he had served faithfully, so faithfully that when the +desperate fortunes of the Royalist party made it necessary to place +the Prince of Wales beyond the reach of Cromwell, it was in Sir Edward +Hyde's care that the boy was sent upon his travels. The present was not +to be Hyde's first experience of exile. He had known it, and of a bitter +sort, in those impecunious days when the Second Charles, whose steps +he guided, was a needy, homeless outcast. A man less staunch and loyal +might have thrown over so profitless a service. He had talents that +would have commanded a price in the Roundhead market. Yet staunchly +adhering to the Stuart fortunes, labouring ceaselessly and shrewdly +in the Stuart interest, employing his great ability and statecraft, he +achieved at long length the restoration of the Stuarts to the Throne of +England. And for all those loyal, self-denying labours in exile on the +Stuart behalf, all the reward he had at the time was that James Stuart, +Duke of York, debauched his daughter. + +Nor did Hyde's labours cease when he had made possible the Restoration; +it was Hyde who, when that Restoration was accomplished, took in hand +and carried out the difficult task of welding together the old and +the new conditions of political affairs. And it was Hyde who was the +scapegoat when things did not run the course that Englishmen desired. +As the head of the administration he was held responsible even for those +acts which he had strongly but vainly reprobated in Council. It was Hyde +who was blamed when Charles sold Dunkirk to the French, and spent the +money in harlotry; it was Hyde who was blamed because the Queen was +childless. + +The reason for this last lay in the fact that the wrong done to Hyde's +daughter Anne had now been righted by marriage with the Duke of York. +Now the Duke of York was the heir-apparent, and the people, ever ready +to attach most credit to that which is most incredible and fantastic, +believed that to ensure the succession of his own grandchildren Hyde had +deliberately provided Charles with a barren wife. + +When the Dutch, sailing up the Thames, had burnt the ships of war at +Chatham, and Londoners heard the thunder of enemy guns, Hyde was openly +denounced as a traitor by a people stricken with terror and seeking a +victim in the blind, unreasoning way of public feeling. They broke his +windows, ravaged his garden, and erected a gibbet before the gates of +his superb mansion on the north side of Piccadilly. + +Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, and Lord Chancellor of England, +commanded the love of his intimates, but did not possess those qualities +of cheap glitter that make for popularity with the masses. Nor did he +court popularity elsewhere. Because he was austere in his morals, +grave and sober in his conduct, he was hated by those who made up the +debauched court of his prince. Because he was deeply religious in his +principles, the Puritans mistrusted him for a bigot. Because he was +autocratic in his policy he was detested by the Commons, the day of +autocracy being done. + +Yet might he have weathered the general hostility had Charles been half +as loyal to him as he had ever been loyal to Charles. For a time, it is +true, the King stood his friend, and might so have continued to the +end had not the women become mixed up in the business. As Evelyn, the +diarist, puts it, this great man's fall was the work of "the buffoones +and ladys of pleasure." + +It really is a very tangled story--this inner history of the fall of +Clarendon, with which the school-books are not concerned. In a sense, it +is also the story of the King's marriage and of Catherine of Braganza, +his unfortunate little ugly Queen, who must have suffered as much as +any woman wedded to a sultan in any country where the seraglio is not a +natural and proper institution. + +If Clarendon could not be said to have brought about the marriage, at +least he had given it his suffrages when proposed by Portugal, which was +anxious to establish an alliance with England as some protection against +the predatory designs of Spain. He had been influenced by the dowry +offered--five hundred thousand pounds in money, Tangier, which would +give England a commanding position on the Mediterranean, and the Island +of Bombay. Without yet foreseeing that the possession of Bombay, and the +freedom to trade in the East Indies--which Portugal had hitherto kept +jealously to herself--were to enable England to build up her great +Indian Empire, yet the commercial advantages alone were obvious enough +to make the match desirable. + +Catherine of Braganza sailed for England, and on the lath of May, 1662, +Charles, attended by a splendid following, went to meet his bride at +Portsmouth. He was himself a very personable man, tall--he stood a full +six feet high--lean and elegantly vigorous. The ugliness of his drawn, +harsh-featured face was mitigated by the glory of full, low-lidded, +dark eyes, and his smile could be irresistibly captivating. He was +as graceful in manner as in person, felicitous of speech, and of an +indolent good temper that found expression in a charming urbanity. + +Good temper and urbanity alike suffered rudely when he beheld the wife +they brought him. Catherine, who was in her twenty-fifth year, was of +an absurdly low stature, so long in the body and short in the legs that, +dressed as she was in an outlandish, full-skirted farthingale, she had +the appearance of being on her knees when she stood before him. Her +complexion was sallow, and though her eyes, like his own, were fine, +they were not fine enough to redeem the dull plainness of her face. Her +black hair was grotesquely dressed, with a long fore-top and two great +ribbon bows standing out, one on each side of her head, like a pair of +miniature wings. + +It is little wonder that the Merry Monarch, the fastidious voluptuary, +with his nice discernment in women, should have checked in his long +stride, and halted a moment in consternation. + +"Lord!" was his wry comment to Etheredge, who was beside him. "They've +brought me a bat, not a woman." + +But if she lacked beauty, she was well dowered, and Charles was in +desperate need of money. + +"I suppose," he told Clarendon anon, "I must swallow this black draught +to get the jam that goes with it." + +The Chancellor's grave eyes considered him almost sternly what time he +coldly recited the advantages of this marriage. If he did not presume to +rebuke the ribaldry of his master, neither would he condescend to smile +at it. He was too honest ever to be a sycophant. + +Catherine was immediately attended--in the words of Grammont--by six +frights who called themselves maids-of-honour, and a governess who was +a monster. With this retinue she repaired to Hampton Court, where +the honeymoon was spent, and where for a brief season the poor +woman--entirely enamoured of the graceful, long-legged rake she had +married--lived in a fool's paradise. + +Disillusion was to follow soon enough. She might be, by he grace of +her dowry, Queen of England, but she was soon to discover that to King +Charles she was no more than a wife de jure. With wives de facto Charles +would people his seraglio as fancy moved him; and the present wife de +facto, the mistress of his heart, the first lady of his harem, was that +beautiful termagant, Barbara Villiers, wife of the accommodating Roger +Palmer, Earl of Castle-maine. + +There was no lack--there never is in such cases--of those who out of +concern and love for the happily deluded wife lifted the veil for her, +and made her aware of the facts of his Majesty's association with my +Lady Castle-maine--an association dating back to the time when he was +still a homeless wanderer. The knowledge would appear to have troubled +the poor soul profoundly; but the climax of her distress was reached +when, on her coming to Whitehall, she found at the head of the list of +ladies-in-waiting assigned to her the name of my Lady Castlemaine. The +forlorn little woman's pride rose up before this outrage. She struck out +that offending name, and gave orders that the favourite was not to be +admitted to her presence. + +But she reckoned without Charles. For all his urbane, good-tempered, +debonair ways, there was an ugly cynical streak in his nature, +manifested now in the manner in which he dealt with this situation. +Himself he led his boldly handsome favourite by the hand into his wife's +presence, before the whole Court assembled, and himself presented her +to Catherine, what time that Court, dissolute and profligate as it was, +looked on in amazement at so outrageous a slight to the dignity of a +queen. + +What followed may well have exceeded all expectations. Catherine +stiffened as if the blow dealt her had been physical. Gradually her +face paled until it was grey and drawn; tears of outraged pride and +mortification flooded her eyes. And then, as if something snapped within +her brain under this stress of bitter emotion, blood gushed from her +nostrils, and she sank back in a swoon into the arms of her Portuguese +ladies. + +Confusion followed, and under cover of it Charles and his light of +love withdrew, realizing that if he lingered not all his easy skill in +handling delicate situations could avail him to save his royal dignity. + +Naturally the experiment was not to be repeated. But since it was his +wish that the Countess of Castlemaine should be established as one of +the Queen's ladies--or, rather, since it was her ladyship's wish, and +since Charles was as wax in her ladyship's hands--it became necessary to +have the Queen instructed in what was, in her husband's view, fitting. +For this task he selected Clarendon. But the Chancellor, who had so long +and loyally played Mentor to Charles's Telemachus, sought now to guide +him in matters moral as he had hitherto guided him in matters political. + +Clarendon declined the office of mediator, and even expostulated with +Charles upon the unseemliness of the course upon which his Majesty was +bent. + +"Surely, sire, it is for her Majesty to say who shall and who shall not +be the ladies of her bedchamber. And I nothing marvel at her decision in +this instance." + +"Yet I tell you, my lord, that it is a decision that shall be revoked." + +"By whom, sire?" the Chancellor asked him gravely. + +"By her Majesty, of course." + +"Under coercion, of which you ask me to be the instrument," said +Clarendon, in the tutorly manner he had used with the King from the +latter's boyhood. "Yourself, sire, at a time when your own wishes did +not warp your judgment, have condemned the very thing that now you +are urging. Yourself, sire, hotly blamed your cousin, King Louis, for +thrusting Mademoiselle de Valliere upon his queen. You will not have +forgotten the things you said then of King Louis." + +Charles remembered those unflattering criticisms which he was now +invited to apply to his own case. He bit his lip, admitting himself in +check. + +But anon--no doubt in obedience to the overbearing suasion of my Lady +Castlemaine--he returned to the attack, and sent the Chancellor his +orders in a letter demanding unquestioning obedience. + +"Use your best endeavours," wrote Charles, "to facilitate what I am sure +my honour is so much concerned in. And whosoever I find to be my Lady +Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do promise upon my word to be his +enemy so long as I live." + +My Lord Clarendon had few illusions on the score of mankind. He knew +his world from froth to dregs--having studied it under a variety of +conditions. Yet that letter from his King was a bitter draught. All that +Charles possessed and was he owed to Clarendon. Yet in such a contest +as this, Charles did not hesitate to pen that bitter, threatening line: +"Whosoever I find to be my Lady Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do +promise upon my word to be his enemy so long as I live." + +All that Clarendon had done in the past was to count for nothing unless +he also did the unworthy thing that Charles now demanded. All that +he had accomplished in the service of his King was to be swept into +oblivion by the breath of a spiteful wanton. + +Clarendon swallowed the draught and sought the Queen, upon that odious +embassy with whose ends he was so entirely out of sympathy. He used +arguments whose hollowness was not more obvious to the Queen than to +himself. + +That industrious and entertaining chronicler of trifles, Mr. Pepys, +tells us, scandalized, in his diary that on the following day the talk +of the Court was all upon a midnight scene between the royal couple in +the privacy of their own apartments, so stormy that the sounds of it +were plainly to be heard in the neighbouring chambers. + +You conceive the poor little woman, smarting under the insult of +Charles's proposal by the mouth of Clarendon, assailing her royal +husband, and fiercely upbraiding him with his lack not merely of +affection but even of the respect that was her absolute due. And +Charles, his purpose set, urged to it by the handsome termagant whom he +dared not refuse, stirred out of his indolent good-nature, turning +upon her, storming back, and finally threatening her with the greater +disgrace of seeing herself pack ed home to Portugal, unless she would +submit to the lesser disgrace he thrust upon her here. + +Whether by these or by other arguments he made his will prevail, prevail +it did. Catherine of Braganza swallowed her pride and submitted. And a +very complete submission it was. Lady Castlemaine was not only installed +as a Lady of the Bedchamber, but very soon we find the Queen treating +her with a friendliness that provoked comment and amazement. + +The favourite's triumph was complete, and marked by an increasing +insolence, most marked in her demeanour towards the Chancellor, of +whose views on the subject, as expressed to the King, she was aware. +Consequently she hated him with all the spiteful bitterness that is +inseparable from the nature of such women. And she hated him the more +because, wrapped in his cold contempt, he moved in utter unconcern of +her hostility. In this hatred she certainly did not lack for allies, +members of that licentious court whose hostility towards the austere +Chancellor was begotten of his own scorn of them. Among them they worked +to pull him down. + +The attempt to undermine his influence with the King proving vain--for +Charles was as well aware of its inspiration as of the Chancellor's +value to him--that crew of rakes went laboriously and insidiously to +work upon the public mind, which is to say the public ignorance--most +fruitful soil for scandal against the great. Who shall say how far my +lady and the Court were responsible for the lampoon affixed one day to +my Lord Clarendon's gatepost: + + + Three sights to be seen: + Dunkirk, Tangier, and a barren queen. + +Her ladyship might well have considered the unpopularity of the +Chancellor as the crown of her triumph, had this triumph been as stable +as she could have wished. But, Charles being what he was, it follows +that her ladyship had frequent, if transient, anxious jealousies to +mar the perfection of her existence, to remind her how insecure is the +tenure of positions such as hers, ever at the mercy of the very caprice +to existence. + +And then, at long length, there came a day of horrid dread for her, a +day when she found herself bereft of her influence with her royal lover, +when pleadings and railings failed alike to sway him. In part she owed +it to an indiscretion of her own, but in far greater measure to a child +of sixteen, of a golden-headed, fresh, youthful loveliness, and a nature +that still found pleasure in dolls and kindred childish things, yet of +a quick and lively wit, and a clear, intelligent mind, untroubled either +by the assiduity of the royal attentions or the fact that she was become +the toast of the day. + +This was Miss Frances Stewart, the daughter of Lord Blantyre, newly come +to Court as a Lady-in-Waiting to her Majesty. How profound an impression +her beauty made upon the admittedly impressionable old Pepys you may +study in his diary. He had a glimpse of her one day riding in the Park +with the King, and a troop of ladies, among whom my Lady Castlemaine, +looking, as he tells us, "mighty out of humour." There was a moment when +Miss Stewart came very near to becoming Queen of England, and although +she never reached that eminence, yet her effigy not only found its way +into the coinage, but abides there to this day (more perdurable than +that of any actual queen) in the figure of Britannia, for which she was +the model. + +Charles wooed her openly. It was never his way to study appearances +in these matters. He was so assiduous that it became customary in +that winter of 1666 for those seeking the King at Whitehall to +inquire whether he were above or below--"below" meaning Miss Stewart's +apartments on the ground-floor of the palace, in which apartments his +Majesty was a constant visitor. And since where the King goes the Court +follows, and where the King smiles there the Court fawns, it resulted +that this child now found herself queening it over a court that flocked +to her apartments. Gallants and ladies came there to flirt and to +gossip, to gamble and to pay homage. + +About a great table in her splendid salon, a company of rustling, +iridescent fops in satin and heavy periwigs, and of ladies with curled +head-dresses and bare shoulders, played at basset one night in January. +Conversation rippled, breaking here and there into laughter, white, +jewelled hands reached out for cards, or for a share of the heaps of +gold that swept this way and that with the varying fortunes of the game. + +My Lady Castlemaine, seated between Etheredge and Rochester, played +in silence, with lips tight-set and brooding eyes. She had lost, it is +true, some L1500 that night; yet, a prodigal gamester, and one who came +easily by money, she had been known to lose ten times that sum and yet +preserve her smile. The source of her ill-humour was not the game. She +played recklessly, her attention wandering; those handsome, brooding +eyes of hers were intent upon watching what went on at the other end of +the long room. There, at a smaller table, sat Miss Stewart, half a dozen +gallants hovering near her, engaged upon a game of cards of a vastly +different sort. Miss Stewart did not gamble. The only purpose she could +find for cards was to build castles; and here she was building one with +the assistance of her gallants, and under the superintendence of his +Grace of Buckingham, who was as skilled in this as in other equally +unstable forms of architecture. + +Apart, over by the fire, in a great chair of gilt leather, lounged the +King, languidly observing this smaller party, a faint, indolent smile on +his swarthy, saturnine countenance. Absently, with one hand he stroked +a little spaniel that was curled in his lap. A black boy in a gorgeous, +plumed turban and a long, crimson surcoat arabesqued in gold--there were +three or four such attendants about the room--proffered him a cup of +posset on a golden salver. + +The King rose, thrust aside the little blackamoor, and with his spaniel +under his arm, sauntered across to Miss Stewart's table. Soon he found +himself alone with her--the others having removed themselves on his +approach, as jackals fall back before the coming of the lion. The last +to go, and with signs of obvious reluctance, was his Grace of Richmond, +a delicately-built, uncomely, but very glittering gentleman. + +Charles faced her across the table, the tall house of cards standing +between them. + +Miss invited his Majesty's admiration for my Lord of Buckingham's +architecture. Pouf! His Majesty blew, and the edifice rustled down to a +mere heap of cards again. + +"Symbol of kingly power," said Miss, pertly. "You demolish better than +you build, sire." + +"Oddsfish! If you challenge me, it were easy to prove you wrong," quoth +he. + +"Pray do. The cards are here." + +"Cards! Pooh! Card castles are well enough for Buckingham. But such is +not the castle I'll build you if you command me." + +"I command the King's Majesty? Mon Dieu! But it would be treason +surely." + +"Not greater treason than to have enslaved me." His fine eyes were oddly +ardent. "Shall I build you this castle, child?" + +Miss looked at him, and looked away. Her eyelids fluttered +distractingly. She fetched a sigh. + +"The castle that your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must +prove a prison." + +She rose, and, looking across the room, she met the handsome, scowling +eyes of the neglected favourite. "My Lady Castlemaine looks as if she +feared that fortune were not favouring her." She was so artless that +Charles could not be sure there was a double meaning to her speech. +"Shall we go see how she is faring?" she added, with a disregard for +etiquette, whose artlessness he also doubted. + +He yielded, of course. That was his way with beauty, especially with +beauty not yet reduced into possession. But the characteristic urbanity +with which he sauntered beside her across the room was no more than a +mask upon his chagrin. It was always thus that pretty Frances Stewart +used him. She always knew how to elude him and, always with that cursed +air of artlessness, uttered seemingly simple sentences that clung to his +mind to tantalize him. + +"The castle your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must prove +a prison." What had she meant by that? Must he take her to queen before +she would allow him to build a castle for her? + +It was an insistent, haunting thought, wracking his mind. He knew there +was a party hostile to the Duke of York and Clarendon, which, fearing +the succession of the former, and, so, of the grandchildren of the +latter, as a result of Catherine of Braganza's childlessness, strongly +favoured the King's divorce. + +It was a singular irony that my Lady Castlemaine should be largely +responsible for the existence of that party. In her hatred for +Clarendon, and her blind search for weapons that would slay the +Chancellor, she had, if not actually invented, at least helped to give +currency to the silly slander that Clarendon had deliberately chosen for +Charles a barren queen, so as to ensure the ultimate succession of his +own daughter's children. But she had never thought to see that slander +recoil upon her as it now did; she had never thought that a party would +come to rise up in consequence that would urge divorce upon the King at +the very moment when he was consumed by passion for the unattainable, +artlessly artful Frances Stewart. + +It was Buckingham, greatly daring, who slyly made himself that party's +mouthpiece. The suggestion startled Charles, voicing, as perhaps it +did, the temptation by which he was secretly assailed. He looked at +Buckingham, frowning. + +"I verily believe you are the wickedest dog in England." + +The impudent gallant made a leg. "For a subject, sire, I believe I am." + +Charles--with whom the amusing word seems ever to have been more +compelling than the serious--laughed his soft, mellow laugh. Then he +sighed, and the frown of thought returned. + +"It would be a wicked thing to make a poor lady miserable only because +she is my wife, and has no children by me, which is no fault of hers." + +He was a thoroughly bad husband, but his indolent good-nature shrank +from purchasing his desires at the price of so much ignominy to the +Queen. Before that could come to pass it would be necessary to give the +screw of temptation another turn or two. And it was Miss Stewart herself +who--in all innocence--supplied what was required in that direction. +Driven to bay by the importunities of Charles, she announced at last +that it was her intention to retire from Court, so as to preserve +herself from the temptations by which she was beset, and to determine +the uneasiness which, through no fault of her own, her presence was +occasioning the Queen; and she announced further, that, so desperate had +she been rendered that she would marry any gentleman of fifteen hundred +pounds a year who would have her in honour. + +You behold Charles reduced to a state of panic. He sought to bribe +her with offers of any settlements she chose to name, or any title she +coveted, offering her these things at the nation's expense as freely +and lightly as the jewels he had tossed into her lap, or the collar +of pearls worth sixteen hundred pounds he had put about her neck. The +offers were ineffectual, and Charles, driven almost to distraction +by such invulnerable virtue, might now have yielded to the insidious +whispers of divorce and re-marriage had not my Lady Castlemaine taken a +hand in the game. + +Her ladyship, dwelling already, as a consequence of that royal +infatuation for Miss Stewart, in the cold, rarefied atmosphere of a +neglect that amounted almost to disgrace, may have considered with +bitterness how her attempt to exploit her hatred of the Chancellor had +recoiled upon herself. + +In the blackest hour of her despair, when hope seemed almost dead, she +made a discovery--or, rather, the King's page, the ineffable Chiffinch, +Lord Keeper of the Back Stairs and Grand-Eunuch of the Royal Seraglio, +who was her ladyship's friend, made it and communicated it to her +There had been one ardent respondent in the Duke of Richmond to that +proclamation of Miss Stewart's that she would marry any gentleman of +fifteen hundred pounds a year. Long enamoured of her, his Grace saw here +his opportunity, and he seized it. Consequently he was now in constant +attendance upon her, but very secretly, since he feared the King's +displeasure. + +My Lady Castlemaine, having discovered this, and being well served in +the matter by Chiffinch, spied her opportunity. It came one cold night +towards the end of February of that year 1667. Charles, going below at a +late hour to visit Miss Stewart, when he judged that she would be +alone, was informed by her maid that Miss was not receiving, a headache +compelling her to keep her room. + +His Majesty returned above in a very ill-humour, to find himself +confronted in his own apartments by my Lady Castlemaine. Chiffinch had +introduced her by the back-stairs entrance. Charles stiffened at sight +of her. + +"I hope I may be allowed to pay my homage," says she, on a note of +irony, "although the angelic Stewart has forbid you to see me at my own +house. I come to condole with you upon the affliction and grief into +which the new-fashioned chastity of the inhuman Stewart has reduced your +Majesty." + +"You are pleased to be amused, ma'am," says Charles frostily. + +"I will not," she returned him, "make use of reproaches which would +disgrace myself; still less will I endeavour to excuse frailties in +myself which nothing can justify, since your constancy for me deprives +me of all defence." Her ladyship, you see, had a considerable gift of +sarcasm. + +"In that case, may I ask you why you have come?" + +"To open your eyes. Because I cannot bear that you should be made the +jest of your own Court." + +"Madam!" + +"Ah! You didn't know, of course, that you are being laughed at for +the gross manner in which you are being imposed upon by the Stewart's +affectations, any more than you know that whilst you are denied +admittance to her apartments, under the presence of some indisposition, +the Duke of Richmond is with her now." + +"That is false," he was beginning, very indignantly. + +"I do not desire you to take my word for it. If you will follow me, +you will no longer be the dupe of a false prude, who makes you act so +ridiculous a part." + +She took him, still half-resisting, by the hand, and in silence led him, +despite his reluctance, back by the way he had so lately come. Outside +her rival's door she left him, but she paused at the end of the gallery +to make sure that he had entered. + +Within he found himself confronted by several of Miss Stewart's +chambermaids, who respectfully barred his way, one of them informing him +scarcely above a whisper that her mistress had been very ill since his +Majesty left, but that, being gone to bed, she was, God be thanked, in a +very fine sleep. + +"That I must see," said the King. And, since one of the women placed +herself before the door of the inner room, his Majesty unceremoniously +took her by the shoulders and put her aside. + +He thrust open the door, and stepped without further ceremony into the +well-lighted bedroom. Miss Stewart occupied the handsome, canopied bed. +But far from being as he had been told, in "a very fine sleep," she was +sitting up; and far from presenting an ailing appearance, she looked +radiantly well and very lovely in her diaphanous sleeping toilet, with +golden ringlets in distracting disarray Nor was she alone. By her pillow +sat one who, if at first to be presumed her physician, proved upon +scrutiny to be the Duke of Richmond. + +The King's swarthy face turned a variety of colours, his languid eyes +lost all trace of languor. Those who knew his nature might have expected +that he would now deliver himself with that sneering sarcasm, that +indolent cynicism, which he used upon occasion. But he was too deeply +stirred for acting. His self-control deserted him entirely. Exactly what +he said has not been preserved for us. All that we are told is that he +signified his resentment in such terms as he had never before used; and +that his Grace, almost petrified by the King's most royal rage, uttered +never a word in answer. The windows of the room overlooked the Thames. +The King's eyes strayed towards them. Richmond was slight of build, +Charles vigorous and athletic. His Grace took the door betimes lest the +window should occur to his Majesty, and so he left the lady alone with +the outraged monarch. + +Thereafter Charles did not have it all quite his own way. Miss Stewart +faced him in an indignation nothing less than his own, and she was very +far from attempting any such justification of herself, or her conduct, +as he may have expected. + +"Will your Majesty be more precise as to the grounds of your complaint?" +she invited him challengingly. + +That checked his wildness. It brought him up with a round turn. His jaw +fell, and he stared at her, lost now for words. Of this she took the +fullest advantage. + +"If I am not allowed to receive visits from a man of the Duke of +Richmond's rank, who comes with honourable intentions, then I am a slave +in a free country. I know of no engagement that should prevent me from +disposing of my hand as I think fit. But if this is not permitted me in +your Majesty's dominions, I do not believe there is any power on earth +can prevent me going back to France, and throwing myself into a convent, +there to enjoy the peace denied me at this Court." + +With that she melted into tears, and his discomfiture was complete. On +his knees he begged her forgiveness for the injury he had done her. But +Miss was not in a forgiving humour. + +"If your Majesty would graciously consent to leave me now in peace," +said she, "you would avoid offending by a longer visit those who +accompanied or conducted you to my apartments." + +She had drawn a bow at a venture but shrewdly, and the shaft went home. +Charles rose, red in the face. Swearing he would never speak to her +again, he stalked out. + +Later, however, he considered. If he felt bitterly aggrieved, he must +also have realized that he had no just grounds for this, and that in his +conduct in Miss Stewart's room he had been entirely ridiculous. She was +rightly resolved against being lightly worn by any man. If anything, the +reflection must have fanned his passion. It was impossible, he thought, +that she should love that knock-kneed fellow, Richmond, who had no +graces either of body or of mind, and if she suffered the man's suit, +it must be, as she had all but said, so that she might be delivered from +the persecution to which his Majesty had submitted her. The thought of +her marrying Richmond, or, indeed, anybody, was unbearable to Charles, +and it may have stifled his last scruple in the matter of the divorce. + +His first measure next morning was to banish Richmond from the Court. +But Richmond had not stayed for the order to quit. The King's messenger +found him gone already. + +Then Charles took counsel in the matter with the Chancellor. +Clarendon's habitual gravity was increased to sternness. He spoke to the +King--taking the fullest advantage of the tutelary position in which for +the last twenty-five years he had stood to him--much as he had spoken +when Charles had proposed to make Barbara Palmer a Lady of the Queen's +Bedchamber, saving that he was now even more uncompromising. The King +was not pleased with him. But just as he had had his way, despite the +Chancellor, in that other matter, so he would have his way despite him +now. This time, however, the Chancellor took no risks. He feared too +much the consequences for Charles, and he determined to spare no effort +to avoid a scandal, and to save the already deeply-injured Queen. So he +went secretly to work to outwit the King. He made himself the protector +of those lovers, the Duke of Richmond and Miss Stewart, with the result +that one dark night, a week or two later, the lady stole away from +the Palace of Whitehall, and made her way to the Bear Tavern, at the +Bridge-foot, Westminster, where Richmond awaited her with a coach. And +so, by the secret favour of the Lord Chancellor, they stole away to Kent +and matrimony. + +That was checkmate indeed to Charles who swore all manner of things in +his mortification. But it was not until some six weeks later that he +learnt by whose agency the thing had been accomplished. He learnt it, +not a doubt, from my Lady Castlemaine. + +The estrangement between her ladyship and the King, which dated back to +the time of his desperate courtship of Miss Stewart, was at last +made up; and once again we see her ladyship triumphant, and firmly +established in the amorous King's affections. She had cause to +be grateful to the Chancellor for this. But her vindictive nature +remembered only the earlier injury still unavenged. Here at last was her +chance to pay off that score. Clarendon, beset by enemies on every hand, +yet trusting in the King whom he had served so well, stood his ground +unintimidated and unmoved--an oak that had weathered mightier storms +than this. He did not dream that he was in the power of an evil woman. +And that woman used her power. When all else failed, she told the King +of Clarendon's part in the flight of Miss Stewart, and lest the King +should be disposed to pardon the Chancellor out of consideration for his +motives, represented him as a self-seeker, and charged him with having +acted thus so as to make sure of keeping his daughter's children by the +Duke of York in the succession. + +That was the end. Charles withdrew his protection, threw Clarendon to +the wolves. He sent the Duke of Albemarle to him with a command that he +should surrender his seals of office. The proud old man refused to yield +his seals to any but the King himself. He may have hoped that the memory +of all that lay between them would rise up once more when they were face +to face. So he came in person to Whitehall to make surrender. He walked +deliberately, firmly, and with head erect, through the hostile throng of +courtiers--"especially the buffoones and ladys of pleasure," as Evelyn +says. + +Of his departure thence, his disgrace now consummated, Pepys has left us +a vivid picture: + +"When he went from the King on Monday morning my Lady Castlemaine was +in bed (though about twelve o'clock), and ran out in her smock into her +aviary looking into Whitehall Gardens; and thither her woman brought her +her nightgown; and she stood, blessing herself at the old man's going +away; and several of the gallants of Whitehall--of which there were many +staying to see the Chancellor's return--did talk to her in her birdcage; +among others Blandford, telling her she was the bird of passage." + +Clarendon lingered, melancholy and disillusioned, at his fine house in +Piccadilly until, impeached by Parliament, he remembered Strafford's +fate, and set out to tread once more and for the remainder of his days +the path of exile. + +Time avenged him. Two of his granddaughters--Mary and Anne--reigned +successively as queens in England. + + + + + + +X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + +Count Philip Koenigsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + +He was accounted something of a scamp throughout Europe, and +particularly in England, where he had been associated with his brother +in the killing of Mr. Thynne. But the seventeenth century did not +look for excessively nice scruples in a soldier of fortune; and so it +condoned the lack of virtue in Count Philip Christof Koenigsmark for +the sake of his personal beauty, his elegance, his ready wit, and his +magnificent address. The court of Hanover made him warmly welcome, +counting itself the richer for his presence; whilst he, on his side, was +retained there by the Colonelcy in the Electoral Guard to which he +had been appointed, and by his deep and ill-starred affection for the +Princess Sophia Dorothea, the wife of the Electoral Prince, who later +was to reign in England as King George I. + +His acquaintance with her dated back to childhood, for they had been +playmates at her father's ducal court of Zell, where Koenigsmark had been +brought up. With adolescence he had gone out into the world to seek the +broader education which it offered to men of quality and spirit. He had +fought bulls in Madrid, and the infidel overseas; he had wooed adventure +wherever it was to be met, until romance hung about him like an aura. +Thus Sophia met him again, a dazzling personality, whose effulgence +shone the more brightly against the dull background of that gross +Hanoverian court; an accomplished, graceful, self-reliant man of the +world, in whom she scarcely recognized her sometime playmate. + +The change he found in her was no less marked, though of a different +kind. The sweet child he had known--she had been married in 1682, at +the age of sixteen--had come in her ten years of wedded life to the +fulfilment of the handsome promise of her maidenhood. But her beauty was +spiritualized by a certain wistfulness that had not been there before, +that should not have been there now had all been well. The sprightliness +inherent in her had not abated, but it had assumed a certain warp of +bitterness; humour, which is of the heart, had given place in her +to wit, which is of the mind, and this wit was barbed, and a little +reckless of how or where it offended. + +Koenigsmark observed these changes that the years had wrought, and knew +enough of her story to account for them. He knew of her thwarted love +for her cousin, the Duke of Wolfenbuttel, thwarted for the sake of +dynastic ambition, to the end that by marrying her to the Electoral +Prince George the whole of the Duchy of Luneberg might be united. +Thus, for political reasons, she had been thrust into a union that was +mutually loveless; for Prince George had as little affection to bring to +it as herself. Yet for a prince the door to compensations is ever open. +Prince George's taste, as is notorious, was ever for ugly women, and +this taste he indulged so freely, openly, and grossly that the coldness +towards him with which Sophia had entered the alliance was eventually +converted into disgust and contempt. + +Thus matters stood between that ill-matched couple; contempt on her +side, cold dislike on his, a dislike that was fully shared by his +father, the Elector, Ernest Augustus, and encouraged in the latter by +the Countess von Platen. + +Madame von Platen, the wife of the Elector's chief minister of state, +was--with the connivance of her despicable husband, who saw therein +the means to his own advancement--the acknowledged mistress of Ernest +Augustus. She was a fleshly, gauche, vain, and ill-favoured woman. +Malevolence sat in the creases of her painted face, and peered from her +mean eyes. Yet, such as she was, the Elector Ernest loved her. His son's +taste for ugly women would appear to have been hereditary. + +Between the Countess and Sophia there was a deadly feud. The princess +had mortally offended her father-in-law's favourite. Not only had she +never troubled to dissemble the loathing which that detestable woman +inspired in her, but she had actually given it such free and stinging +expression as had provoked against Madame von Platen the derision of +the court, a derision so ill-concealed that echoes of it had reached its +object, and made her aware of the source from whence it sprang. + +It was into this atmosphere of hostility that the advent of the elegant, +romantic Koenigsmark took place. He found the stage set for comedy of +a grim and bitter kind, which he was himself, by his recklessness, to +convert into tragedy. + +It began by the Countess von Platen's falling in love with him. It was +some time before he suspected it, though heaven knows he did not lack +for self-esteem. Perhaps it was this very self-esteem that blinded him +here to the appalling truth. Yet in the end understanding came to +him. When the precise significance of the fond leer of that painted +harridan's repellent coquetry was borne in upon him he felt the skin of +his body creep and roughen But he dissembled craftily. He was a venal +scamp, after all, and in the court of Hanover he saw opportunities to +employ his gifts and his knowledge of the great world in such a way as +to win to eminence. He saw that the Elector's favourite could be of use +to him; and it is not your adventurer's way to look too closely into the +nature of the ladder by which he has the chance to climb. + +Skilfully, craftily, then, he played the enamoured countess so long as +her fondness for him might be useful, her hostility detrimental. But +once the Colonelcy of the Electoral Guards was firmly in his grasp, +and an intimate friendship had ripened between himself and Prince +Charles--the Elector's younger son--sufficiently to ensure his future, +he plucked off the mask and allied himself with Sophia in her hostility +towards Madame von Platen. He did worse. Some little time thereafter, +whilst on a visit to the court of Poland, he made one night in his cups +a droll story of the amorous persecution which he had suffered at Madame +von Platen's hands. + +It was a tale that set the profligate company in a roar. But there was +one present who afterwards sent a report of it to the Countess, and you +conceive the nature of the emotions it aroused in her. Her rage was the +greater for being stifled. It was obviously impossible for her to appeal +to her lover, the Elector, to avenge her. From the Elector, above all +others, must the matter be kept concealed. But not on that account would +she forgo the vengeance due. She would present a reckoning in full ere +all was done, and bitterly should the presumptuous young adventurer who +had flouted her be made to pay. + +The opportunity was very soon to be afforded her. It arose more or less +directly out of an act in which she indulged her spite against Sophia. +This lay in throwing Melusina Schulemberg into the arms of the Electoral +Prince. Melusina, who was years afterwards to be created Duchess +of Kendal, had not yet attained to that completeness of lank, bony +hideousness that was later to distinguish her in England. But even in +youth she could boast of little attraction. Prince George, however, +was easily attracted. A dull, undignified libertine, addicted to +over-eating, heavy drinking, and low conversation, he found in Melusina +von Schulemberg an ideal mate. Her installation as maitresse en-titre +took place publicly at a ball given by Prince George at Herrenhausen, a +ball at which the Princess Sophia was present. + +Accustomed, inured, as she was to the coarse profligacy of her dullard +husband, and indifferent to his philandering as her contempt of him now +left her, yet in the affront thus publicly offered her, she felt that +the limit of endurance had been reached. Next day it was found that she +had disappeared from Herrenhausen. She had fled to her father's court at +Zell. + +But her father received her coldly; lectured her upon the freedom and +levity of her manners, which he condemned as unbecoming the dignity +of her rank; recommended her to use in future greater prudence, and a +proper, wifely submission; and, the homily delivered, packed her back to +her husband at Herrenhausen. + +George's reception of her on her return was bitterly hostile. She had +been guilty of a more than usual, of an unpardonable want of respect for +him. She must learn what was due to her station, and to her husband. He +would thank her to instruct herself in these matters against his return +from Berlin, whither he was about to journey, and he warned her that he +would suffer no more tantrums of that kind. + +Thus he delivered himself, with cold hate in his white, flabby, +frog-face and in the very poise of his squat, ungainly figure. + +Thereafter he departed for Berlin, bearing hate of her with him, and +leaving hate and despair behind. + +It was then, in this despair, that Sophia looked about her for a true +friend to lend her the aid she so urgently required; to rescue her from +her intolerable, soul-destroying fate. And at her elbow, against this +dreadful need, Destiny had placed her sometime playmate, her most +devoted friend--as she accounted him, and as, indeed, he was--the +elegant, reckless Koenigsmark, with his beautiful face, his golden mane, +and his unfathomable blue eyes. + +Walking with him one summer day between clipped hedges in the formal +gardens of Herrenhausen--that palace as squat and ungraceful as those +who had built and who inhabited it--she opened her heart to him very +fully, allowed him, in her overwhelming need of sympathy, to see things +which for very shame she had hitherto veiled from all other eyes. She +kept nothing back; she dwelt upon her unhappiness with her boorish +husband, told him of slights and indignities innumerable, whose pain she +had hitherto so bravely dissembled, confessed, even, that he had beaten +her upon occasion. + +Koenigsmark went red and white by turns, with the violent surge of his +emotions, and the deep sapphire eyes blazed with wrath when she came at +last to the culminating horror of blows endured. + +"It is enough, madame," he cried. "I swear to you, as Heaven hears me, +that he shall be punished." + +"Punished?" she echoed, checking in her stride, and looked at him with +a smile of sad incredulity. "It is not his punishment I seek, my friend, +but my own salvation." + +"The one can be accomplished with the other," he answered hotly, and +struck the cut-steel hilt of his sword. "You shall be rid of this lout +as soon as ever I can come to him. I go after him to Berlin to-night." + +The colour all faded from her cheeks, her sensitive lips fell apart, as +she looked at him aghast. + +"Why, what would you do? What do you mean?" she asked him. + +"I will send him the length of my sword, and so make a widow of you, +madame." + +She shook her head. "Princes do not fight," she said, on a note of +contempt. + +"I shall so shame him that he will have no alternative--unless, indeed, +he is shameless. I will choose my occasion shrewdly, put an affront +on him one evening in his cups, when drink shall have made him valiant +enough to commit himself to a meeting. If even that will not answer, and +he still shields himself behind his rank--why, there are other ways to +serve him." He was thinking, perhaps, of Mr. Thynne. + +The heat of so much reckless, romantic fury on her behalf warmed the +poor lady, who had so long been chilled for want of sympathy, and +starved of love. Impulsively she caught his hand in hers. + +"My friend, my friend!" she cried, on a note that quivered and broke. +"You are mad--wonderfully beautifully mad, but mad. What would become of +you if you did this?" + +He swept the consideration aside by a contemptuous, almost angry +gesture. "Does that matter? I am concerned with what is to become of +you. I was born for your service, my princess, and the service being +rendered..." He shrugged and smiled, threw out his hands and let them +fall again to his sides in an eloquent gesture. He was the complete +courtier, the knight-errant, the romantic preux-chevalier all in one. + +She drew closer to him, took the blue lapels of his military coat in her +white hands, and looked pathetically up into his beautiful face. If ever +she wanted to kiss a man, she surely wanted to kiss Koenigsmark in that +moment, but as she might have kissed a loving brother, in token of her +deep gratitude for his devotion to her who had known so little true +devotion. + +"If you knew," she said, "what balsam this proof of your friendship has +poured upon the wounds of my soul, you would understand my utter lack of +words in which to thank you. You dumbfound me, my friend; I can find no +expression for my gratitude." + +"I ask no gratitude," quoth he. "I am all gratitude myself that you +should have come to me in the hour of your need. I but ask your leave to +serve you in my own way." + +She shook her head. She saw his blue eyes grow troubled. + +He was about to speak, to protest, but she hurried on. "Serve me if you +will--God knows I need the service of a loyal friend--but serve me as I +shall myself decide--no other way." + +"But what alternative service can exist?" he asked, almost impatiently. + +"I have it in mind to escape from this horrible place--to quit Hanover, +never to return." + +"But to go whither?" + +"Does it matter? Anywhere away from this hateful court, and this hateful +life; anywhere, since my father will not let me find shelter at Zell, +as I had hoped. Had it not been for the thought of my children, I +should have fled long ago. For the sake of those two little ones I have +suffered patiently through all these years. But the limit of endurance +has been reached and passed. Take me away. Koenigsmark!" She was +clutching his lapels again. "If you would really serve me, help me to +escape." + +His hands descended upon hers, and held them prisoned against his +breast. A flush crept into his fair cheeks, there was a sudden kindling +of the eyes that looked down into her own piteous ones. These sensitive, +romantic natures are quickly stirred to passion, ever ready to yield to +the adventure of it. + +"My princess," he said, "you may count upon your Koenigsmark while he has +life." Disengaging her hands from his lapels, but still holding them, he +bowed low over them, so low that his heavy golden mane tumbled forward +on either side of his handsome head to form a screen under cover of +which he pressed his lips upon her fingers. + +She let him have his will with her hands. It was little enough reward +for so much devotion. + +"I thank you again," she breathed. "And now I must think--I must +consider where I can count upon finding refuge." + +That cooled his ardour a little. His own high romantic notion was, no +doubt, to fling her there and then upon the withers of his horse, and so +ride out into the wide world to carve a kingdom for her with his sword. +Her sober words dispelled the dream, revealed to him that it was not +quite intended he should hereafter be her custodian. And there for the +moment the matter was suspended. + +Both had behaved quite recklessly. Each should have remembered that +an Electoral Princess is not wise to grant a protracted interview, +accompanied by lapel-holding, hand-holding, and hand-kissings, within +sight of the windows of a palace. And, as it happened, behind one of +those windows lurked the Countess von Platen, watching them jealously, +and without any disposition to construe the meeting innocently. Was she +not the deadly enemy of both? Had not the Princess whetted satire upon +her, and had not Koenigsmark scorned the love she proffered him, and +then unpardonably published it in a ribald story to excite the mirth of +profligates? + +That evening the Countess purposefully sought her lover, the Elector. + +"Your son is away in Prussia," quoth she. "Who guards his honour in his +absence?" + +"George's honour?" quoth the Elector, bulging eyes staring at the +Countess. He did not laugh, as might have been expected at the notion of +guarding something whose existence was not easily discerned. He had no +sense of humour, as his appearance suggested. He was a short, fat man +with a face shaped like a pear--narrow in the brow and heavy in the +jowl. "What the devil do you mean?" he asked. + +"I mean that this foreign adventurer, Koenigsmark, and Sophia grow too +intimate." + +"Sophia!" Thick eyebrows were raised until they almost met the line of +his ponderous peruke. His face broke into malevolent creases expressive +of contempt. + +"That white-faced ninny! Bah!" Her very virtue was matter for his scorn. + +"It is these white-faced ninnies can be most sly," replied the Countess, +out of her worldly wisdom. "Listen a moment now." And she related, with +interest rather than discount, you may be sure, what she had witnessed +that afternoon. + +The malevolence deepened in his face. He had never loved Sophia, and he +felt none the kinder towards her for her recent trip to Zell. Then, too, +being a libertine, and the father of a libertine, it logically followed +that unchastity in his women-folk was in his eyes the unpardonable sin. + +He heaved himself out of his deep chair. "How far has this gone?" he +demanded. + +Prudence restrained the Countess from any over-statement that might +afterwards be disproved. Besides, there was not the need, if she could +trust her senses. Patience and vigilance would presently afford her all +the evidence required to damn the pair. She said as much, and promised +the Elector that she would exercise herself the latter quality in his +son's service. Again the Elector did not find it grotesque that his +mistress should appoint herself the guardian of his son's honour. + +The Countess went about that congenial task with zeal--though George's +honour was the least thing that concerned her. What concerned her was +the dishonour of Sophia, and the ruin of Koenigsmark. So she watched +assiduously, and set others, too, to watch for her and to report. And +almost daily now she had for the Elector a tale of whisperings and +hand-pressings, and secret stolen meetings between the guilty twain. +The Elector enraged, and would have taken action, but that the guileful +Countess curbed him. All this was not enough. An accusation that could +not be substantiated would ruin all chance of punishing the offenders, +might recoil, indeed, upon the accusers by bringing the Duke of Zell to +his daughter's aid. So they must wait yet awhile until they held more +absolute proof of this intrigue. + +And then at last one day the Countess sped in haste to the Elector with +word that Koenigsmark and the Princess had shut themselves up together +in the garden pavilion. Let him come at once, and he should so discover +them for himself, and thus at last be able to take action. The Countess +was flushed with triumph. Be that meeting never so innocent--and Madame +von Platen could not, being what she was, and having seen what she +had seen, conceive it innocent--it was in an Electoral Princess an +unforgivable indiscretion, to take the most charitable view, which none +would dream of taking. So the Elector, fiercely red in the face, hurried +off to the pavilion with Madame von Platen following. He came too late, +despite the diligence of his spy. + +Sophia had been there, but her interview with the Count had been a +brief one. She had to tell him that at last she was resolved in all +particulars. She would seek a refuge at the court of her cousin, the +Duke of Wolfenbuttel, who, she was sure--for the sake of what once had +lain between them--would not now refuse to shelter and protect her. Of +Koenigsmark she desired that he should act as her escort to her cousin's +court. + +Koenigsmark was ready, eager. In Hanover he would leave nothing that +he regretted. At Wolfenbuttel, having served Sophia faithfully, his +ever-growing, romantic passion for her might find expression. She would +make all dispositions, and advise him when she was ready to set out. +But they must use caution, for they were being spied upon. Madame von +Platen's over-eagerness had in part betrayed her. It was, indeed, their +consciousness of espionage which had led to this dangerous meeting +in the seclusion of the pavilion, and which urged him to linger after +Sophia had left him. They were not to be seen to emerge together. + +The young Dane sat alone on the window-seat, his chin in his hands, his +eyes dreamy, a faint smile on his shapely lips, when Ernest Augustus +burst furiously in, the Countess von Platen lingering just beyond the +threshold. The Elector's face was apoplectically purple from rage and +haste, his breath came in wheezing gasps. His bulging eyes swept +round the chamber, and fastened finally, glaring, upon the startled +Koenigsmark. + +"Where is the Princess?" he blurted out. + +The Count espied Madame von Platen in the back ground, and had the +scent of mischief very strong. But he preserved an air of innocent +mystification. He rose and answered with courteous ease: + +"Your Highness is seeking her? Shall I ascertain for you?" + +At a loss, Ernest Augustus stared a moment, then flung a glance over his +shoulder at the Countess. + +"I was told that her Highness was here," he said. + +"Plainly," said Koenigsmark, with perfect calm, "you have been +misinformed." And his quiet glance and gesture invited the Elector to +look round for himself. + +"How long have you been here yourself?" Feeling at a disadvantage, the +Elector avoided the direct question that was in his mind. + +"Half an hour at least." + +"And in that time you have not seen the Princess?" + +"Seen the Princess?" Koenigsmark's brows were knit perplexedly. "I +scarcely understand your Highness." + +The Elector moved a step and trod on a soft substance. He looked down, +then stooped, and rose again, holding in his hand a woman's glove. + +"What's this?" quoth he. "Whose glove is this?" + +If Koenigsmark's heart missed a beat--as well it may have done--he did +not betray it outwardly. He smiled; indeed he almost laughed. + +"Your Highness is amusing himself at my expense by asking me questions +that only a seer could answer." + +The Elector was still considering him with his ponderously suspicious +glance, when quick steps approached. A serving-maid, one of Sophia's +women, appeared in the doorway of the pavilion. + +"What do you want?" the Elector snapped at her. + +"A glove her Highness lately dropped here," was the timid answer, +innocently precipitating the very discovery which the woman had been too +hastily dispatched to avert. + +The Elector flung the glove at her, and there was a creak of evil +laughter from him. When she had departed' he turned again to Koenigsmark. + +"You fence skilfully," said he, sneering, "too skilfully for an honest +man. Will you now tell me without any more of this, precisely what the +Princess Sophia was doing here with you?" + +Koenigsmark drew himself stiffly up, looking squarely into the furnace of +the Elector's face. + +"Your Highness assumes that the Princess was here with me, and a prince +is not to be contradicted, even when he insults a lady whose spotless +purity is beyond his understanding. But your Highness can hardly expect +me to become in never so slight a degree a party to that insult by +vouchsafing any answer to your question." + +"That is your last word, sir?" The Elector shook with suppressed anger. + +"Your Highness cannot think that words are necessary?" + +The bulging eyes grew narrow, the heavy nether lip was thrust forth in +scorn and menace. + +"You are relieved, sir, of your duties in the Electoral Guard, and as +that is the only tie binding you to Hanover, we see no reason why your +sojourn here should be protracted." + +Koenigsmark bowed stiffly, formally. "It shall end, your Highness, as +soon as I can make the necessary arrangements for my departure--in a +week at most." + +"You are accorded three days, sir." The Elector turned, and waddled +out, leaving Koenigsmark to breathe freely again. The three days should +suffice for the Princess also. It was very well. + +The Elector, too, thought that it was very well. He had given this +troublesome fellow his dismissal, averted a scandal, and placed his +daughter-in-law out of the reach of harm. Madame von Platen was the only +one concerned who thought that it was not well at all, the consummation +being far from that which she had desired. She had dreamt of a flaming +scandal, that should utterly consume her two enemies, Sophia and +Koenigsmark. Instead, she saw them both escaping, and the fact that she +was--as she may have supposed--effectively separating two loving hearts +could be no sort of adequate satisfaction for such bitter spite as hers. +Therefore she plied her wicked wits to force an issue more germane to +her desires. + +The course she took was fraught with a certain peril. Yet confident that +at worst she could justify it, and little fearing that the worst would +happen, she boldly went to work. She forged next day a brief note in +which the Princess Sophia urgently bade Koenigsmark to come to her at +ten o'clock that night in her own apartments, and with threat and bribe +induced the waiting woman of the glove to bear that letter. + +Now it so happened that Koenigsmark, through the kind offices of Sophia's +maid-of-honour, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck, who was in the secret of +their intentions, had sent the Princess a note that morning, briefly +stating the urgency of departure, and begging her so to arrange that she +could leave Herrenhausen with him on the morrow. He imagined the note +now brought him to be in answer to that appeal of his. Its genuineness +he never doubted, being unacquainted with Sophia's writing. He was +aghast at the rashness which dictated such an assignation, yet never +hesitated as to keeping it. It was not his way to hesitate. He trusted +to the gods who watch over the destinies of the bold. + +And meanwhile Madame von Platen was reproaching her lover with having +dealt too softly with the Dane. + +"Bah!" said the Elector. "To-morrow he goes his ways, and we are rid of +him. Is not that enough?" + +"Enough, if, soon as he goes, he goes not too late already," quoth she. + +"Now what will you be hinting?" he asked her peevishly. + +"I'll be more plain. I will tell you what I know. It is this. Koenigsmark +has an assignation with the Princess Sophia this very night at ten +o'clock--and where do you suppose? In her Highness's own apartments." + +The Elector came to his feet with an oath. "That is not true!" he cried. +"It cannot be!" + +"Then I'll say no more," quoth Jezebel, and snapped her thin lips. + +"Ah, but you shall. How do you know this?" + +"That I cannot tell you without betraying a confidence. Let it suffice +you that I do know it. Consider now whether in banishing this profligate +you have sufficiently avenged the honour of your son." + +"My God, if I thought this were true...." He choked with rage, stood +shaking a moment, then strode to the door, calling. + +"The truth is easily ascertained," said Madame. "Conceal yourself in the +Rittersaal, and await his coming forth. But you had best go attended, +for it is a very reckless rogue, and he has been known aforetime to +practice murder." + +Whilst the Elector, acting upon this advice, was getting his men +together, Koenigsmark was wasting precious moments in Sophia's +antechamber, whilst Mademoiselle de Knesebeck apprised her Highness +of his visit. Sophia had already retired to bed, and the amazing +announcement of the Count's presence there startled her into a fear of +untoward happenings. She was overwhelmed, too, by the rashness of this +step of his, coming after the events of yesterday. If it should be known +that he had visited her thus, terrible consequences might ensue. She +rose, and with Mademoiselle de Knesebeck's aid made ready to receive +him. Yet for all that she made haste, the precious irreclaimable moments +sped. + +She came to him at last, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck following, for +propriety's sake. + +"What is it?" she asked him breathlessly. "What brings you here at such +an hour?" + +"What brings me?" quoth he, surprised at that reception. "Why, your +commands--your letter." + +"My letter? What letter?" + +A sense of doom, of being trapped, suddenly awoke in him. He plucked +forth the treacherous note, and proffered it. + +"Why, what does this mean?" She swept a white hand over her eyes and +brows, as if to brush away some thing that obscured her vision. "That is +not mine. I never wrote it. How could you dream I should be imprudent as +to bid you hither, and at such an hour How could you dream it?" + +"You are right," said he, and laughed, perhaps to ease her alarm, +perhaps in sheer bitter mirth. "It will be, no doubt, the work of +our friend, Madame von Platen. I had best begone. For the rest, my +travelling chaise will wait from noon until sunset to-morrow by the +Markt Kirck in Hanover, and I shall wait within it. I shall hope to +conduct you safely to Wolfenbuttel." + +"I will come, I will come. But go now--oh, go!" + +He looked very deeply into her eyes--a valedictory glance against the +worst befalling him. Then he took her hand, bowed over it and kissed it, +and so departed. + +He crossed the outer ante-room, descended the short flight of stairs, +and pushed open the heavy door of the Hall of Knights. He passed +through, and thrust the door behind him, then stood a moment looking +round the vast apartment. If he was too late to avoid the springs of +the baited trap, it was here that they should snap upon him. Yet all was +still. A single lamp on a table in the middle of the vast chamber shed +a feeble, flickering light, yet sufficient to assure him that no one +waited here. He sighed relief, wrapped his cloak about him, and set out +swiftly to cross the hall. + +But even as he passed, four shadows detached themselves from the tall +stove, resolved themselves into armed men, and sprang after him. + +He heard them, wheeled about, flung off his cloak, and disengaged his +sword, all with the speed of lightning and the address of the man who +for ten years had walked amid perils, and learned to depend upon his +blade. That swift action sealed his doom. Their orders were to take him +living or dead, and standing in awe of his repute, they were not the men +to incur risks. Even as he came on guard, a partisan grazed his head, +and another opened his breast. + +He went down, coughing and gasping, blood dabbling his bright golden +hair, and staining the priceless Mechlin at his throat, yet his right +hand still desperately clutching his useless sword. + +His assassins stood about him, their partisans levelled to strike again, +and summoned him to yield. Then, beside one of them, he suddenly beheld +the Countess von Platen materializing out of the surrounding shadows as +it seemed, and behind her the squat, ungraceful figure of the Elector. +He fought for breath. "I am slain," he gasped, "and as I am to appear +before my Maker I swear to you that the Princess Sophia is innocent. +Spare her at least, your Highness." + +"Innocent!" said the Elector hoarsely. "Then what did you now in her +apartments? + +"It was a trap set for us by this foul hag, who..." + +The heel of the vindictive harridan ground viciously upon the lips of +the dying man and choked his utterance. Thereafter the halberts finished +him off, and he was buried there and then, in lime, under the floor of +the Hall of Knights, under the very spot where he had fallen, which was +long to remain imbrued with his blood. + +Thus miserably perished the glittering Koenigsmark, a martyr to his own +irrepressible romanticism. + +As for Sophia, better might it have been for her had she shared his fate +that night. She was placed under arrest next morning, and Prince George +was summoned back from Berlin at once. + +The evidence may have satisfied him that his honour had not suffered, +for he was disposed to let the matter drop, content that they should +remain in the forbidding relations which had existed between them before +this happening. But Sophia was uncompromising in her demand for strict +justice. + +"If I am guilty, I am unworthy of you," she told him. "If innocent, you +are unworthy of me." + +There was no more to be said. A consistory court was assembled to +divorce them. But since with the best intentions there was no faintest +evidence of her adultery, this court had to be content to pronounce the +divorce upon the ground of her desertion. + +She protested against the iniquity of this. But she protested in vain. +She was carried off into the grim captivity of a castle on the Ahlen, to +drag out in that melancholy duress another thirty-two years of life. + +Her death took place in November of 1726. And the story runs that on her +death-bed she delivered to a person of trust a letter to her sometime +husband, now King George I. of England. Seven months later, as King +George was on his way to his beloved Hanover, that letter was placed +in his carriage as it crossed the frontier into Germany. It contained +Sophia's dying declaration of innocence, and her solemn summons to King +George to stand by her side before the judgment-seat of Heaven within a +year, and there make answer in her presence for the wrongs he had done +her, for her blighted life and her miserable death. + +King George's answer to that summons was immediate. The reading of +that letter brought on the apoplectic seizure of which he died in his +carriage next day--the 9th of June, 1727--on the road to Osnabruck. + + + + + + +XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + +Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Morat + +Tyrannicide was the term applied to her deed by Adam Lux, her lover in +the sublimest and most spiritual sense of the word--for he never so much +as spoke to her, and she never so much as knew of his existence. + +The sudden spiritual passion which inflamed him when he beheld her in +the tumbril on her way to the scaffold is a fitting corollary to her +action. She in her way and he in his were alike sublime; her tranquil +martyrdom upon the altar of Republicanism and his exultant martyrdom +upon the altar of Love were alike splendidly futile. + +It is surely the strangest love-story enshrined in history. It has its +pathos, yet leaves no regrets behind, for there is no might-have-been +which death had thwarted. Because she died, he loved her; because he +loved her, he died. That is all, but for the details which I am now to +give you. + +The convent-bred Marie Charlotte Corday d'Armont was the daughter of a +landless squire of Normandy, a member of the chetive noblesse, a man +of gentle birth, whose sadly reduced fortune may have predisposed him +against the law of entail or primogeniture--the prime cause of the +inequality out of which were sprung so many of the evils that afflicted +France. Like many of his order and condition he was among the earliest +converts to Republicanism--the pure, ideal republicanism, demanding +constitutional government of the people by the people, holding +monarchical and aristocratic rule an effete and parasitic anachronism. + +From M. de Corday Charlotte absorbed the lofty Republican doctrines to +which anon she was to sacrifice her life; and she rejoiced when the hour +of awakening sounded and the children of France rose up and snapped the +fetters in which they had been trammelled for centuries by an insolent +minority of their fellow-countrymen. + +In the early violence of the revolution she thought she saw a transient +phase--horrible, but inevitable in the dread convulsion of that +awakening. Soon this would pass, and the sane, ideal government of +her dreams would follow--must follow, since among the people's elected +representatives was a goodly number of unselfish, single-minded men of +her father's class of life; men of breeding and education, impelled by +a lofty altruistic patriotism; men who gradually came to form a party +presently to be known as the Girondins. + +But the formation of one party argues the formation of at least another. +And this other in the National Assembly was that of the Jacobins, +less pure of motive, less restrained in deed, a party in which +stood pre-eminent such ruthless, uncompromising men as Robespierre, +Danton,--and Marat. + +Where the Girondins stood for Republicanism, the Jacobins stood for +Anarchy. War was declared between the two. The Girondins arraigned Marat +and Robespierre for complicity in the September massacres, and thereby +precipitated their own fall. The triumphant acquittal of Marat was +the prelude to the ruin of the Girondins, and the proscription of +twenty-nine deputies followed at once as the first step. These fled into +the country, hoping to raise an army that should yet save France, and +several of the fugitives made their way to Caen. Thence by pamphlets and +oratory they laboured to arouse true Republican enthusiasm. They were +gifted, able men, eloquent speakers and skilled writers, and they might +have succeeded but that in Paris sat another man no less gifted, and +with surer knowledge of the temper of the proletariat, tirelessly +wielding a vitriolic pen, skilled in the art of inflaming the passions +of the mob. + +That man was Jean Paul Marat, sometime medical practitioner, sometime +professor of literature, a graduate of the Scottish University of +St. Andrews, author of some scientific and many sociological works, +inveterate pamphleteer and revolutionary journalist, proprietor and +editor of L'Ami du Peuple, and idol of the Parisian rabble, who had +bestowed upon him the name borne by his gazette, so that he was known as +The People's Friend. + +Such was the foe of the Girondins, and of the pure, altruistic, Utopian +Republicanism for which they stood; and whilst he lived and laboured, +their own endeavours to influence the people were all in vain. From his +vile lodging in the Rue de l'Ecole de Medecine in Paris he spun with +his clever, wicked pen a web that paralysed their high endeavours and +threatened finally to choke them. + +He was not alone, of course. He was one of the dread triumvirate in +which Danton and Robespierre were his associates. But to the Girondins +he appeared by far the most formidable and ruthless and implacable of +the three, whilst to Charlotte Corday--the friend and associate now of +the proscribed Girondins who had sought refuge in Caen--he loomed so +vast and terrible as to eclipse his associates entirely. To her young +mind, inflamed with enthusiasm for the religion of Liberty as preached +by the Girondins, Marat was a loathly, dangerous heresiarch, threatening +to corrupt that sublime new faith with false, anarchical doctrine, and +to replace the tyranny that had been overthrown by a tyranny more odious +still. + +She witnessed in Caen the failure of the Girondin attempt to raise an +army with which to deliver Paris from the foul clutches of the Jacobins. +An anguished spectator of this failure, she saw in it a sign that +Liberty was being strangled at its birth. On the lips of her friends the +Girondins she caught again the name of Marat, the murderer of Liberty; +and, brooding, she reached a conclusion embodied in a phrase of a letter +which she wrote about that time. + +"As long as Marat lives there will never be any safety for the friends +of law and humanity." + +From that negative conclusion to its positive, logical equivalent it +was but a step. That step she took. She may have considered awhile the +proposition thus presented to her, or resolve may have come to her with +realization. She understood that a great sacrifice was necessary; that +who undertook to rid France of that unclean monster must go prepared for +self-immolation. She counted the cost calmly and soberly--for calm and +sober was now her every act. + +She made her packages, and set out one morning by the Paris coach from +Caen, leaving a note for her father, in which she had written: + +"I am going to England, because I do not believe that it will be +possible for a long time to live happily and tranquilly in France. On +leaving I post this letter to you. When you receive it I shall no longer +be here. Heaven denied us the happiness of living together, as it has +denied us other happinesses. May it show itself more clement to our +country. Good-by, dear Father. Embrace my sister for me, and do not +forget me." + +That was all. The fiction that she was going to England was intended to +save him pain. For she had so laid her plans that her identity should +remain undisclosed. She would seek Marat in the very Hall of the +Convention, and publicly slay him in his seat. Thus Paris should behold +Nemesis overtaking the false Republican in the very Assembly which he +corrupted, and anon should adduce a moral from the spectacle of the +monster's death. For herself she counted upon instant destruction at the +hands of the furious spectators. Thus, thinking to die unidentified, +she trusted that her father, hearing, as all France must hear, the great +tidings that Marat was dead, would never connect her with the instrument +of Fate shattered by the fury of the mob. + +You realize, then, how great and how terrible was the purpose of +this maid of twenty-five, who so demurely took her seat in the Paris +diligence on that July morning of the Year 2 of the Republic--1793, old +style. She was becomingly dressed in brown cloth, a lace fichu folded +across her well-developed breast, a conical hat above her light brown +hair. She was of a good height and finely proportioned, and her carriage +as full of dignity as of grace. Her skin was of such white loveliness +that a contemporary compares it with the lily. Like Athene, she was +gray-eyed, and, like Athene, noble-featured, the oval of her face +squaring a little at the chin, in which there was a cleft. Calm was her +habit, calm her slow-moving eyes, calm and deliberate her movements, and +calm the mind reflected in all this. + +And as the heavy diligence trundles out of Caen and takes the open +country and the Paris road, not even the thought of the errand upon +which she goes, of her death-dealing and death-receiving mission, +can shake that normal calm. Here is no wild exaltation, no hysterical +obedience to hotly-conceived impulse. Here is purpose, as cold as it +is lofty, to liberate France and pay with her life for the privilege of +doing so. + +That lover of hers, whom we are presently to see, has compared her +ineptly with Joan of Arc, that other maid of France. But Joan moved with +pomp in a gorgeous pageantry, amid acclamations, sustained by the heady +wine of combat and of enthusiasm openly indulged, towards a goal of +triumph. Charlotte travelled quietly in the stuffy diligence with the +quiet conviction that her days were numbered. + +So normal did she appear to her travelling companions, that one among +them, with an eye for beauty, pestered her with amorous attentions, and +actually proposed marriage to her before the coach had rolled over the +bridge of Neuilly into Paris two days later. + +She repaired to the Providence Inn in the Rue des Vieux Augustine, where +she engaged a room on the first floor, and then she set out in quest of +the Deputy Duperret. She had a letter of introduction to him from the +Girondin Barbaroux, with whom she had been on friendly terms at Caen. +Duperret was to assist her to obtain an interview with the Minister of +the Interior. She had undertaken to see the latter on the subject of +certain papers relating to the affairs of a nun of Caen, an old convent +friend of her own, and she was in haste to discharge this errand, so as +to be free for the great task upon which she was come. + +From inquiries that she made, she learnt at once that Marat was ill, and +confined to his house. This rendered necessary a change of plans, and +the relinquishing of her project of affording him a spectacular death in +the crowded hall of the Convention. + +The next day, which was Friday, she devoted to furthering the business +of her friend the nun. On Saturday morning she rose early, and by +six o'clock she was walking in the cool gardens of the Palais Royal, +considering with that almost unnatural calm of hers the ways and means +of accomplishing her purpose in the unexpected conditions that she +found. + +Towards eight o'clock, when Paris was awakening to the business of the +day and taking down its shutters, she entered a cutler's shop in the +Palais Royal, and bought for two francs a stout kitchen knife in +a shagreen case. She then returned to her hotel to breakfast, and +afterwards, dressed in her brown travelling-gown and conical hat, she +went forth again, and, hailing a hackney carriage, drove to Marat's +house in the Rue de l'Ecole de Medecine. + +But admittance to that squalid dwelling was denied her. The Citizen +Marat was ill, she was told, and could receive no visitors. It was +Simonne Everard, the triumvir's mistress--later to be known as the Widow +Marat--who barred her ingress with this message. + +Checked, she drove back to the Providence Inn and wrote a letter to the +triumvir: + +"Paris, 13th July, Year 2 of the Republic. + +"Citizen,--I have arrived from Caen. Your love for your country leads +me to assume that you will be anxious to hear of the unfortunate events +which are taking place in that part of the Republic. I shall therefore +call upon you towards one o'clock. Have the kindness to receive me, and +accord me a moment's audience. I shall put you in the way of rendering a +great service to France. + +"Marie Corday." + +Having dispatched that letter to Marat, she sat until late afternoon +waiting vainly for an answer. Despairing at last of receiving any, she +wrote a second note, more peremptory in tone: + +"I wrote to you this morning, Marat. Have you received my letter? May I +hope for a moment's audience? If you have received my letter, I hope you +will not refuse me, considering the importance of the matter. It should +suffice for you that I am very unfortunate to give me the right to your +protection." + +Having changed into a gray-striped dimity gown--you observe this further +manifestation of a calm so complete that it admits of no departure from +the ordinary habits of life--she goes forth to deliver in person this +second letter, the knife concealed in the folds of the muslin fichu +crossed high upon her breast. + +In a mean, brick-paved, ill-lighted, and almost unfurnished room of that +house in the Rue de l'Ecole de Medecine, the People's Friend is seated +in a bath. It is no instinct of cleanliness he is obeying, for in all +France there is no man more filthy in his person and his habits than +this triumvir. His bath is medicated. The horrible, loathsome disease +that corrodes his flesh demands these long immersions to quiet the +gnawing pains which distract his active, restless mind. In these baths +he can benumb the torment of the body with which he is encumbered. + +For Marat is an intellect, and nothing more--leastways, nothing more +that matters. What else there is to him of trunk and limbs and organs +he has neglected until it has all fallen into decay. His very lack of +personal cleanliness, the squalor in which he lives, the insufficient +sleep which he allows himself, his habit of careless feeding at +irregular intervals, all have their source in his contempt for +the physical part of him. This talented man of varied attainments, +accomplished linguist, skilled physician, able naturalist and profound +psychologist, lives in his intellect alone, impatient of all physical +interruptions. If he consents to these immersions, if he spends whole +days seated in this medicated bath, it is solely because it quenches or +cools the fires that are devouring him, and thus permits him to bend +his mind to the work that is his life. But his long-suffering body is +avenging upon the mind the neglect to which it has been submitted. The +morbid condition of the former is being communicated to the latter, +whence results that disconcerting admixture of cold, cynical cruelty and +exalted sensibility which marked his nature in the closing years of his +life. + +In his bath, then, sat the People's Friend on that July evening, +immersed to the hips, his head swathed in a filthy turban, his emaciated +body cased in a sleeveless waistcoat. He is fifty years of age, dying of +consumption and other things, so that, did Charlotte but know it, there +is no need to murder him. Disease and Death have marked him for their +own, and grow impatient. + +A board covering the bath served him for writing-table; an empty wooden +box at his side bore an inkstand, some pens, sheets of paper, and two or +three copies of L'Ami do Peuple. There was no sound in the room but the +scratch and splutter of his quill. He was writing diligently, revising +and editing a proof of the forthcoming issue of his paper. + +A noise of voices raised in the outer room invaded the quiet in which he +was at work, and gradually penetrated his absorption, until it disturbed +and irritated him. He moved restlessly in his bath, listened a moment, +then, with intent to make an end of the interruption, he raised a +hoarse, croaking voice to inquire what might be taking place. + +The door opened, and Simonne, his mistress and household drudge, entered +the room. She was fully twenty years younger than himself, and under the +slattern appearance which life in that house had imposed upon her there +were vestiges of a certain comeliness. + +"There is a young woman here from Caen, who demands insistently to see +you upon a matter of national importance." + +The dull eyes kindle at the mention of Caen; interest quickens in that +leaden-hued countenance. Was it not in Caen that those old foes of his, +the Girondins, were stirring up rebellion? + +"She says," Simonne continued, "that she wrote a letter to you this +morning, and she brings you a second note herself. I have told her that +you will not receive anyone, and..." + +"Give me the note," he snapped. Setting down his pen, he thrust out an +unclean paw to snatch the folded sheet from Simonne's hand. He spread +it, and read, his bloodless lips compressed, his eyes narrowing to +slits. + +"Let her in," he commanded sharply, and Simonne obeyed him without more +ado. She admitted Charlotte, and left them alone together--the avenger +and her victim. For a moment each regarded the other. Marat beheld +a handsome young woman, elegantly attired. But these things had no +interest for the People's Friend. What to him was woman and the lure of +beauty? Charlotte beheld a feeble man of a repulsive hideousness, and +was full satisfied, for in this outward loathsomeness she imagined a +confirmation of the vileness of the mind she was come to blot out. + +Then Marat spoke. "So you are from Caen, child?" he said. "And what is +doing in Caen that makes you so anxious to see me?" + +She approached him. + +"Rebellion is stirring there, Citizen Marat." + +"Rebellion, ha!" It was a sound between a laugh and a croak. "Tell me +what deputies are sheltered in Caen. Come, child, their names." He took +up and dipped his quill, and drew a sheet of paper towards him. + +She approached still nearer; she came to stand close beside him, erect +and calm. She recited the names of her friends, the Girondins, whilst +hunched there in his bath his pen scratched briskly. + +"So many for the guillotine," he snarled, when it was done. + +But whilst he was writing, she had drawn the knife from her fichu, and +as he uttered those words of doom to others his own doom descended upon +him in a lightning stroke. Straight driven by that strong young arm, the +long, stout blade was buried to its black hilt in his breast. + +He looked at her with eyes in which there was a faint surprise as he +sank back. Then he raised his voice for the last time. + +"Help, chere amie! Help!" he cried, and was for ever silent. + +The hand still grasping the pen trailed on the ground beside the bath at +the end of his long, emaciated arm. His body sank sideways in the same +direction, the head lolling nervelessly upon his right shoulder, whilst +from the great rent in his breast the blood gushed forth, embruing +the water of his bath, trickling to the brick-paved floor, +bespattering--symbolically almost--a copy of L'Ami du Peuple, the +journal to which he had devoted so much of his uneasy life. + +In answer to that cry of his came now Simonne in haste. A glance +sufficed to reveal to her the horrible event, and, like a tigress, she +sprang upon the unresisting slayer, seizing her by the head, and calling +loudly the while for assistance. Came instantly from the anteroom +Jeanne, the old cook, the Fortress of the house, and Laurent Basse, a +folder of Marat's paper; and now Charlotte found herself confronted +by four maddened, vociferous beings, at whose hands she may well have +expected to receive the death for which she was prepared. + +Laurent, indeed, snatched up a chair, and felled her by a blow of it +across her head. He would, no doubt, have proceeded in his fury to +have battered her to death, but for the arrival of gens d'armes and the +police commissioner of the district, who took her in their protecting +charge. + +The soul of Paris was convulsed by the tragedy when it became known. +All night terror and confusion were abroad. All night the revolutionary +rabble, in angry grief, surged about and kept watch upon the house +wherein the People's Friend lay dead. + +That night, and for two days and nights thereafter, Charlotte Corday lay +in the Prison of the Abbaye, supporting with fortitude the indignities +that for a woman were almost inseparable from revolutionary +incarceration. She preserved throughout her imperturbable calm, based +now upon a state of mind content in the contemplation of accomplished +purpose, duty done. She had saved France, she believed; saved Liberty, +by slaying the man who would have strangled it. In that illusion she +was content. Her own life was a small price to pay for the splendid +achievement. + +Some of her time of waiting she spent in writing letters to her friends, +in which tranquilly and sanely she dwelt upon what she had done, +expounding fully the motives that had impelled her, dwelling upon +the details of the execution, and of all that had followed. Among the +letters written by her during those "days of the preparation of peace +"--as she calls that period, dating in such terms a long epistle to +Barbaroux--was one to the Committee of Public Safety, in which she begs +that a miniature-painter may be sent to her to paint her portrait, so +that she may leave this token of remembrance to her friends. It is only +in this, as the end approaches, that we see in her conduct any thought +for her own self, any suggestion that she is anything more than a +instrument in the hands of Fate. + +On the 15th, at eight o'clock in the morning, her trial began before the +Revolutionary Tribunal. A murmur ran through the hall as she appeared in +her gown of grey-striped dimity, composed and calm--always calm. + +The trial opened with the examination of witnesses; into that of the +cutler, who had sold her the knife, she broke impatiently. + +"These details are a waste of time. It is I who killed Marat." + +The audience gasped, and rumbled ominously. Montane turned to examine +her. + +"What was the object of your visit to Paris?" he asks. + +"To kill Marat." + +"What motives induced you to this horrible deed?" + +"His many crimes." + +"Of what crimes do you accuse him?" + +"That he instigated the massacre of September; that he kept alive the +fires of civil war, so that he might be elected dictator; that he sought +to infringe upon the sovereignty of the People by causing the arrest and +imprisonment of the deputies to the Convention on May 31st." + +"What proof have you of this?" + +"The future will afford the proof. Marat hid his designs behind a mask +of patriotism." + +Montane shifted the ground of his interrogatory. + +"Who were your accomplices in this atrocious act?" + +"I have none." + +Montane shook his head. "You cannot convince anyone that a person of +your age and sex could have conceived such a crime unless instigated by +some person or persons whom you are unwilling to name." + +Charlotte almost smiled. "That shows but a poor knowledge of the human +heart. It is easier to carry out such a project upon the strength of +one's own hatred than upon that of others." And then, raising her voice, +she proclaimed: "I killed one man to save a hundred thousand; I killed +a villain to save innocents; I killed a savage wild-beast to give repose +to France. I was a Republican before the Revolution. I never lacked for +energy." + +What more was there to say? Her guilt was completely established. Her +fearless self-obssession was not to be ruffled. Yet Fouquier-Tinville, +the dread prosecutor, made the attempt. Beholding her so virginal and +fair and brave, feeling perhaps that the Tribunal had not had the best +of it, he sought with a handful of revolutionary filth to restore the +balance. He rose slowly, his ferrety eyes upon her. + +"How many children have you had?" he rasped, sardonic, his tone a slur, +an insult. + +Faintly her cheeks crimsoned. But her voice was composed, disdainful, as +she answered coldly: + +"Have I not stated that I am not married?" + +A leer, a dry laugh, a shrug from Tinville to complete the impression he +sought to convey, and he sat down again. + +It was the turn of Chauveau de la Garde, the advocate instructed +to defend her. But what defence was possible? And Chauveau had been +intimidated. He had received a note from the jury ordering him to remain +silent, another from the President bidding him declare her mad. + +Yet Chauveau took a middle course. His brief speech is admirable; it +satisfied his self-respect, without derogating from his client. It +uttered the whole truth. + +"The prisoner," he said, "confesses with calm the horrible crime she has +committed; she confesses with calm its premeditation; she confesses its +most dreadful details; in short, she confesses everything, and does +not seek to justify herself. That, citizens of the jury, is her whole +defence. This imperturbable calm, this utter abnegation of self, which +displays no remorse even in the very presence of death, are contrary +to nature. They can only be explained by the excitement of political +fanaticism which armed her hand. It is for you, citizens of the jury, to +judge what weight that moral consideration should have in the scales of +justice." + +The jury voted her guilty, and Tinville rose to demand the full sentence +of the law. + +It was the end. She was removed to the Conciergerie, the antechamber +of the guillotine. A constitutional priest was sent to her, but +she dismissed him with thanks, not requiring his ministrations. +She preferred the painter Hauer, who had received the Revolutionary +Tribunal's permission to paint her portrait in accordance with her +request. And during the sitting, which lasted half an hour, she +conversed with him quietly on ordinary topics, the tranquillity of +her spirit unruffled by any fear of the death that was so swiftly +approaching. + +The door opened, and Sanson, the public executioner, came in. He carried +the red smock worn by those convicted of assassination. She showed no +dismay; no more, indeed, than a faint surprise that the time spent with +Hauer should have gone so quickly. She begged for a few moments in +which to write a note, and, the request being granted, acquitted herself +briskly of that task, then announcing herself ready, she removed her +cap that Sanson might cut her luxuriant hair. Yet first, taking +his scissors, she herself cut off a lock and gave it to Hauer for +remembrance. When Sanson would have bound her hands, she begged that she +might be allowed to wear gloves, as her wrists were bruised and cut by +the cord with which she had been pinioned in Marat's house. He answered +that she might do so if she wished, but that it was unnecessary, as he +could bind her without causing pain. + +"To be sure," she said, "those others had not your experience," and she +proffered her bare wrists to his cord without further demur. "If this +toilet of death is performed by rude hands," she commented, "at least it +leads to immortality." + +She mounted the tumbril awaiting in the prison yard, and, disdaining +the chair offered her by Sanson, remained standing, to show herself +dauntless to the mob and brave its rage. And fierce was that rage, +indeed. So densely thronged were the streets that the tumbril proceeded +at a crawl, and the people surging about the cart screamed death and +insult at the doomed woman. It took two hours to reach the Place de la +Revolution, and meanwhile a terrific summer thunderstorm had broken +over Paris, and a torrential rain had descended upon the densely packed +streets. Charlotte's garments were soaked through and through, so that +her red smock, becoming glued now to her body and fitting her like a +skin, threw into relief its sculptural beauty, whilst a reflection of +the vivid crimson of the garment faintly tinged her cheeks, and thus +heightened her appearance of complete composure. + +And it is now in the Rue St. Honore that at long last we reach the +opening of our tragic love-story. + +A tall, slim, fair young man, named Adam Lux--sent to Paris by the +city of Mayence as Deputy Extraordinary to the National Convention--was +standing there in the howling press of spectators. He was an +accomplished, learned young gentleman, doctor at once of philosophy +and of medicine, although in the latter capacity he had never practiced +owing to an extreme sensibility of nature, which rendered anatomical +work repugnant to him. He was a man of a rather exalted imagination, +unhappily married--the not uncommon fate of such delicate +temperaments--and now living apart from his wife. He had heard, as all +Paris had heard, every detail of the affair, and of the trial, and he +waited there, curious to see this woman, with whose deed he was secretly +in sympathy. + +The tumbril slowly approached, the groans and execrations swelled up +around him, and at last he beheld her--beautiful, serene, full of +life, a still smile upon her lips. For a long moment he gazed upon her, +standing as if stricken into stone. Then heedless of those about him, +he bared his head, and thus silently saluted and paid homage to her. She +did not see him. He had not thought that she would. He saluted her as +the devout salute the unresponsive image of a saint. The tumbril crawled +on. He turned his head, and followed her with his eyes for awhile; then, +driving his elbows into the ribs of those about him, he clove himself a +passage through the throng, and so followed, bare-headed now, with fixed +gaze, a man entranced. + +He was at the foot of the scaffold when her head fell. To the last he +had seen that noble countenance preserve its immutable calm, and in +the hush that followed the sibilant fall of the great knife his voice +suddenly rang out. + +"She is greater than Brutus!" was his cry; and he added, addressing +those who stared at him in stupefaction: "It were beautiful to have died +with her!" + +He was suffered to depart unmolested. Chiefly, perhaps because at that +moment the attention of the crowd was upon the executioner's attendant, +who, in holding up Charlotte's truncated head, slapped the cheek with +his hand. The story runs that the dead face reddened under the blow. +Scientists of the day disputed over this, some arguing from it a proof +that consciousness does not at once depart the brain upon decapitation. + +That night, while Paris slept, its walls were secretly placarded with +copies of a eulogy of Charlotte Corday, the martyr of Republicanism, the +deliverer of France, in which occurs the comparison with Joan of Arc, +that other great heroine of France. This was the work of Adam Lux. +He made no secret of it. The vision of her had so wrought upon the +imagination of this susceptible dreamer, had fired his spirit with such +enthusiasm, that he was utterly reckless in yielding to his emotions, in +expressing the phrenetic, immaterial love with which in her last moments +of life she had inspired him. + +Two days after her execution he issued a long manifesto, in which he +urged the purity of her motive as the fullest justification of her act, +placed her on the level of Brutus and Cato, and passionately demanded +for her the honour and veneration of posterity. It is in this manifesto +that he applies euphemistically to her deed the term "tyrannicide." That +document he boldly signed with his own name, realizing that he would pay +for that temerity with his life. + +He was arrested on the 24th of July--exactly a week from the day on +which he had seen her die. He had powerful friends, and they exerted +themselves to obtain for him a promise of pardon and release if he would +publicly retract what he had written. But he laughed the proposal to +scorn, ardently resolved to follow into death the woman who had aroused +the hopeless, immaterial love that made his present torment. + +Still his friends strove for him. His trial was put off. A doctor named +Wetekind was found to testify that Adam Lux was mad, that the sight of +Charlotte Corday had turned his head. He wrote a paper on this plea, +recommending that clemency be shown to the young doctor on the score of +his affliction, and that he should be sent to a hospital or to America. +Adam Lux was angry when he heard of this, and protested indignantly +against the allegations of Dr. Wetekind. He wrote to the Journal de la +Montagne, which published his declaration on the 26th of September, to +the effect that he was not mad enough to desire to live, and that his +anxiety to meet death half-way was a crowning proof of his sanity. + +He languished on in the prison of La Force until the 10th of October, +when at last he was brought to trial. He stood it joyously, in a mood of +exultation at his approaching deliverance. He assured the court that he +did not fear the guillotine, and that all ignominy had been removed from +such a death by the pure blood of Charlotte. + +They sentenced him to death, and he thanked them for the boon. + +"Forgive me, sublime Charlotte," he exclaimed, "if I should find it +impossible to exhibit at the last the courage and gentleness that were +yours. I glory in your superiority, for it is right that the adored +should be above the adorer." + +Yet his courage did not fail him. Far from it, indeed; if hers had +been a mood of gentle calm, his was one of ecstatic exaltation. At five +o'clock that same afternoon he stepped from the tumbril under the gaunt +shadow of the guillotine. He turned to the people, his eyes bright, a +flush on his cheeks. + +"At last I am to have the happiness of dying for Charlotte," he told +them, and mounted the scaffold with the eager step of the bridegroom on +his way to the nuptial altar. + + + + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Historical Nights +Entertainment, Second Series, by Rafael Sabatini + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS *** + +***** This file should be named 7949.txt or 7949.zip ***** This and +all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/7/9/4/7949/ + +Produced by J. C. 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Proofreading by Abdulh Ameed Alhassan. + + + +THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENT, SECOND SERIES + +by RAFAEL SABATINI + + + + + + + +To +David Whitelaw + +My Dear David, + +Since the narratives collected here as well as in the preceding +volume under the title of the Historical Nights Entertainment-- +narratives originally published in The Premier Magazine, which +you so ably edit--owe their being to your suggestion, it is +fitting that some acknowledgment of the fact should be made. To +what is hardly less than a duty, allow me to add the pleasure of +dedicating to you, in earnest of my friendship and esteem, not +merely this volume, but the work of which this volume is the +second. + +Sincerely yours, + +Rafael Sabatini + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + +Preface + +The kindly reception accorded to the first volume of the +Historical Nights Entertainment, issued in December of 1917, has +encouraged me to prepare the second series here assembled. + +As in the case of the narratives that made up the first volume, +I set out again with the same ambitious aim of adhering +scrupulously in every instance to actual, recorded facts; and +once again I find it desirable at the outset to reveal how far +the achievement may have fallen short of the admitted aim. + +On the whole, I have to confess to having allowed myself perhaps +a wider latitude, and to having taken greater liberties than was +the case with the essays constituting the previous collection. +This, however, applies, where applicable, to the parts rather +than to the whole. + +The only entirely apocryphal narrative here included is the +first--"The Absolution." This is one of those stories which, if +resting upon no sufficient authority to compel its acceptance, +will, nevertheless, resist all attempts at final refutation, +having its roots at least in the soil of fact. It is given in the +rather discredited Portuguese chronicles of Acenheiro, and finds +place, more or less as related here, in Duarte Galvao's +"Chronicle of Affonso Henriques," whence it was taken by the +Portuguese historical writer, Alexandre Herculano, to be included +in his "Lendas e Narrativas." If it is to be relegated to the +Limbo of the ben trovato, at least I esteem it to afford us a +precious glimpse of the naive spirit of the age in which it is +set, and find in that my justification for including it. + +The next to require apology is "His Insolence of Buckingham," but +only in so far as the incident of the diamond studs is concerned. +The remainder of the narrative, the character of Buckingham, the +details of his embassy to Paris, and the particulars of his +audacious courtship of Anne of Austria, rest upon unassailable +evidence. I would have omitted the very apocryphal incident of +the studs, but that I considered it of peculiar interest as +revealing the source of the main theme of one of the most famous +historical romances ever written--"The Three Musketeers." I give +the story as related by La Rochefoucauld in his "Memoirs," whence +Alexandre Dumas culled it that he might turn it to such excellent +romantic account. In La Rochefoucauld's narrative it is the +painter Gerbier who, in a far less heroic manner, plays the part +assigned by Dumas to d'Artagnan, and it is the Countess of +Carlisle who carries out the political theft which Dumas +attributes to Milady. For the rest, I do not invite you to attach +undue credit to it, which is not, however, to say that I account +it wholly false. + +In the case of "The _Hermosa Fembra_" I confess to having +blended together into one single narrative two historical +episodes closely connected in time and place. Susan's daughter +was, in fact, herself the betrayer of her father, and it was in +penitence for that unnatural act that she desired her skull to be +exhibited as I describe. Into the story of Susan's daughter I +have woven that of another New-Christian girl, who, like the +Hermosa Fembra, her taken a Castilian lover--in this case a youth +of the house of Guzman. This youth was driven into concealment in +circumstances more or less as I describe them. He overheard the +judaizing of several New-Christians there assembled, and bore +word of it at once to Ojeda. The two episodes were separated in +fact by an interval of three years, and the first afforded Ojeda +a strong argument for the institution of the Holy Office in +Seville. Between the two there are many points of contact, and +each supplies what the other lacks to make an interesting +narrative having for background the introduction of the +Inquisition to Castile. The denouement I supply is entirely +fictitious, and the introduction of Torquemada is quite +arbitrary. Ojeda was the inquisitor who dealt with both cases. +But if there I stray into fiction, at least I claim to have +sketched a faithful portrait of the Grand Inquisitor as I know +him from fairly exhaustive researches into his life and times. + +The story of the False Demetrius is here related from the point +of view of my adopted solution of what is generally regarded as a +historical mystery. The mystery lies, of course, in the man's +identity. He has been held by some to have been the unfrocked +monk, Grishka Otropiev, by others to have been a son of Stephen +Bathory, King of Poland. I am not aware that the theory that he +was both at one and the same time has ever been put forward, and +whilst admitting that it is speculative, yet I claim that no +other would appear so aptly to fit all the known facts of his +career or to shed light upon its mysteries. + +Undoubtedly I have allowed myself a good deal of licence and +speculation in treating certain unwitnessed scenes in "The +Barren Wooing." But the theory that I develop in it to account +for the miscarriage of the matrimonial plans of Queen Elizabeth +and Robert Dudley seems to me to be not only very fully warranted +by de Quadra's correspondence, but the only theory that will +convincingly explain the events. Elizabeth, as I show, was widely +believed to be an accessory to the murder of Amy Robsart. But in +carefully following her words and actions at that critical time, +as reported by de Quadra, my reading of the transaction is as +given here. The most damning fact against Elizabeth was held to +be her own statement to de Quadra on the eve of Lady Robert +Dudley's murder to the effect that Lady Robert was "already dead, +or very nearly so." This foreknowledge of the fate of that +unfortunate lady has been accepted as positive evidence that the +Queen was a party to the crime at Cumnor, which was to set her +lover free to marry again. Far from that, however, I account it +positive proof of Elizabeth's innocence of any such part in the +deed. Elizabeth was far too crafty and clear-sighted not to +realize how her words must incriminate her afterwards if she knew +that the murder of Lady Robert was projected. She must have been +merely repeating what Dudley himself had told her; and what he +must have told her--and she believed--was that his wife was at +the point of a natural death. Similarly, Dudley would not have +told her this, unless his aim had been to procure his wife's +removal by means which would admit of a natural interpretation. +Difficulties encountered, much as I relate them--and for which +there is abundant evidence--drove his too-zealous agents to +rather desperate lengths, and thus brought suspicion, not only +upon the guilty Dudley, but also upon the innocent Queen. The +manner of Amy's murder is pure conjecture; but it should not be +far from what actually took place. The possibility of an +accident--extraordinarily and suspiciously opportune for Dudley +as it would have been--could not be altogether ruled out but for +the further circumstance that Lady Robert had removed everybody +from Cumnor on that day. To what can this point--unless we accept +an altogether incredible chain of coincidence--but to some such +plotting as I here suggest? + +In the remaining six essays in this volume the liberties taken +with the absolute facts are so slight as to require no apology or +comment. + +R. S. + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + +CONTENTS + + + +I. THE ABSOLUTION + Affonso Henriques, First King of Portugal +II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible +III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville +IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal +V. THE END OF THE VERT GALANT + The Assassination of Henry IV +VI. THE BARREN WOOING + The Murder of Amy Robsart +VII. SIR JUDAS + The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh +VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + George Villiers' Courtship of Anne of Austria +IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + The Fall of Lord Clarendon +X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + Count Philip Koenigsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea +XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Marat + + + + + +I. THE ABSOLUTION + +Aftonso Henriques, first King of Portugal + + + +In 1093 the Moors of the Almoravide dynasty, under the Caliph +Yusuf, swept irresistibly upwards into the Iberian Peninsula, +recapturing Lisbon and Santarem in the west, and pushing their +conquest as far as the river Mondego. + +To meet this revival of Mohammedan power, Alfonso VI. Of Castile +summoned the chivalry of Christendom to his aid. Among the +knights who answered the call was Count Henry of Burgundy +(grandson of Robert, first Duke of Burgundy) to whom Alfonso gave +his natural daughter Theresa in marriage, together with the +Counties of Oporto and Coimbra, with the title of Count of +Portugal. + +That is the first chapter of the history of Portugal. + +Count Henry fought hard to defend his southern frontiers from the +incursion of the Moors until his death in 1114. Thereafter his +widow Theresa became Regent of Portugal during the minority of +their son, Affonso Henriques. A woman of great energy, resource +and ambition, she successfully waged war against the Moors, and +in other ways laid the foundations upon which her son was to +build the Kingdom of Portugal. But her passionate infatuation for +one of her knights--Don Fernando Peres de Trava--and the +excessive honours she bestowed upon him, made enemies for her in +the new state, and estranged her from her son. + +In 1127 Alfonso VII. of Castile invaded Portugal, compelling +Theresa to recognize him as her suzerain. But Affonso Henriques, +now aged seventeen--and declared by the citizens of the capital +to be of age and competent to reign--incontinently refused to +recognize the submission made by his mother, and in the following +year assembled an army for the purpose of expelling her and her +lover from the country. The warlike Theresa resisted until +defeated in the battle of San Mamede and taken prisoner. + + * * * * * * + +He was little more than a boy, although four years were sped +already since, as a mere lad of fourteen, he had kept vigil +throughout the night over his arms in the Cathedral of Zamora, +preparatory to receiving the honour of knighthood at the hands of +his cousin, Alfonso VII. of Castile. Yet already he was looked +upon as the very pattern of what a Christian knight should be, +worthy son of the father who had devoted his life to doing battle +against the Infidel, wheresoever he might be found. He was +well-grown and tall, and of a bodily strength that is almost a +byword to this day in that Portugal of which he was the real +founder and first king. He was skilled beyond the common wont in +all knightly exercises of arms and horsemanship, and equipped +with far more learning--though much of it was ill-digested, as +this story will serve to show--than the twelfth century +considered useful or even proper in a knight. And he was at least +true to his time in that he combined a fervid piety with a +weakness of the flesh and an impetuous arrogance that was to +bring him under the ban of greater excommunication at the very +outset of his reign. + +It happened that his imprisonment of his mother was not at all +pleasing in the sight of Rome. Dona Theresa had powerful friends, +who so used their influence at the Vatican on her behalf that the +Holy Father--conveniently ignoring the provocation she had given +and the scandalous, unmotherly conduct of which she had been +guilty--came to consider the behaviour of the Infante of Portugal +as reprehensibly unfilial, and commanded him to deliver Dona +Theresa at once from duress. + +This Papal order, backed by a threat of excommunication in the +event of disobedience, was brought to the young prince by the +Bishop of Coimbra, whom he counted among his friends. + +Affonso Henriques, ever impetuous and quick to anger, flushed +scarlet when he heard that uncompromising message. His dark eyes +smouldered as they considered the aged prelate. + +"You come here to bid me let loose again upon this land of +Portugal that author of strife, to deliver over the people once +more to the oppression of the Lord of Trava?" he asked. "And you +tell me that unless by obeying this command I am false to the +duty I owe this country, you will launch the curse of Rome +against me? You tell me this?" + +The bishop, deeply stirred, torn between his duty to the Holy See +and his affection for his prince, bowed his head and wrung his +hands. "What choice have I?" he asked, on a quavering note. + +"I raised you from the dust." Thunder was rumbling in the +prince's voice. "Myself I placed the episcopal ring upon your +finger." + +"My lord, my lord! Could I forget? All that I have I owe to you-- +save only my soul, which I owe to God; my faith, which I owe to +Christ; and my obedience, which I owe to our Holy Father the +Pope." + +The prince considered him in silence, mastering his passionate, +impetuous nature. "Go," he growled at last. + +The prelate bowed his head, his eyes not daring to meet his +prince's. + +"God keep you, lord," he almost sobbed, and so went out. + +But though stirred by his affection for the prince to whom he +owed so much, though knowing in his inmost heart that Affonso +Henriques was in the right, the Bishop of Coimbra did not swerve +from his duty to Rome, which was as plain as it was unpalatable. +Betimes next morning word was brought to Affonso Henriques in the +Alcazar of Coimbra that a parchment was nailed to the door of the +Cathedral, setting forth his excommunication, and that the +Bishop--either out of fear or out of sorrow--had left the city, +journeying northward towards Oporto. + +Affonso Henriques passed swiftly from incredulity to anger; then +almost as swiftly came to a resolve, which was as mad and +harebrained as could have been expected from a lad in his +eighteenth year who held the reins of power. Yet by its very +directness and its superb ignoring of all obstacles, legal and +canonical, it was invested with a certain wild sanity. + +In full armour, a white cloak simply embroidered in gold at the +edge and knotted at the shoulder, he rode to the Cathedral, +attended by his half-brother Pedro Affonso, and two of his +knights, Emigio Moniz and Sancho Nunes. There on the great +iron-studded doors he found, as he had been warned, the Roman +parchment pronouncing him accursed, its sonorous Latin periods +set forth in a fine round clerkly hand. + +He swung down from his great horse and clanked up the Cathedral +steps, his attendants following. He had for witnesses no more +than a few loiterers, who had paused at sight of their prince. + +The interdict had so far attracted no attention, for in the +twelfth century the art of letters was a mystery to which there +were few initiates. + +Affonso Henriques tore the sheepskin from its nails, and crumpled +it in his hand; then he passed into the Cathedral, and thence +came out presently into the cloisters. Overhead a bell was +clanging by his orders, summoning the chapter. + +To the Infante, waiting there in the sun-drenched close, came +presently the canons, austere, aloof, majestic in their unhurried +progress through the fretted cloisters, with flowing garments and +hands tucked into their wide sleeves before them. In a semi- +circle they arrayed themselves before him, and waited impassively +to learn his will. Overhead the bell had ceased. + +Affonso Henriques wasted no words. + +"I have summoned you," he announced, "to command that you proceed +to the election of a bishop." + +A rustle stirred through the priestly throng. The canons looked +askance at the prince and at one another. Then one of them spoke. + +"Habemus episcopum," he said gravely, and several instantly made +chorus: "We have a bishop." + +The eyes of the young sovereign kindled. "You are wrong," he told +them. "You had a bishop, but he is here no longer. He has +deserted his see, after publishing this shameful thing" And he +held aloft the crumpled interdict. "As I am a God-fearing, +Christian knight, I will not live under this ban. Since the +bishop who excommunicated me is gone, you will at once elect +another in his place who shall absolve me." + +They stood before him, silent and impassive, in their priestly +dignity, and in their assurance that the law was on their side. + +"Well?" the boy growled at them. + +"Habemus episcopum," droned a voice again. + +"Amen," boomed in chorus through the cloisters. + +"I tell you that your bishop is gone," he insisted, his voice +quivering now with anger, "and I tell you that he shall not +return, that he shall never set foot again within my city of +Coimbra. Proceed you therefore at once to the election of his +successor." + +"Lord," he was answered coldly by one of them, "no such election +is possible or lawful." + +"Do you dare stand before my face, and tell me this?" he roared, +infuriated by their cold resistance. He flung out an arm in a +gesture of terrible dismissal. "Out of my sight, you proud and +evil men! Back to your cells, to await my pleasure. Since in your +arrogant, stiff-necked pride you refuse to do my will, you shall +receive the bishop I shall myself select." + +He was so terrific in his rage that they dared not tell him that +he had no power, prince though he might be, to make such an +election, bowed to him, ever impassively, and with their hands +still folded, unhurried as they had come, they now turned and +filed past him in departure. + +He watched them with scowling brows and tightened lips, Moniz and +Nunes silent behind him. Suddenly those dark, watchful eyes of +his were held by the last figure of all in that austere +procession--a tall, gaunt young man, whose copper-coloured skin +and hawk-featured face proclaimed his Moorish blood. Instantly, +maliciously, it flashed through the prince's boyish mind how he +might make of this man an instrument to humble the pride of that +insolent clergy. He raised his hand, and beckoned the cleric to +him. + +"What is your name?" he asked him. + +"I am called Zuleyman, lord," he was answered, and the name +confirmed--where, indeed, no confirmation was necessary--the +fellow's Moorish origin. + +Affonso Henriques laughed. It would be an excellent jest to +thrust upon these arrogant priests, who refused to appoint a +bishop of their choice, a bishop who was little better than a +blackamoor. + +"Don Zuleyman," said the prince, "I name you Bishop of Coimbra in +the room of the rebel who has fled. You will prepare to celebrate +High Mass this morning, and to pronounce my absolution." + +The Christianized Moor fell back a step, his face paling under +its copper skin to a sickly grey. In the background, the hindmost +members of the retreating clerical procession turned and stood at +gaze, angered and scandalized by what they heard, which was +indeed a thing beyond belief. + +"Ah no, my lord! Ah no!" Don Zuleyman was faltering. "Not that!" + +The prospect terrified him, and in his agitation he had recourse +to Latin. "Domine, non sum dignus," he cried, and beat his +breast. + +But the uncompromising Affonso Henriques gave him back Latin for +Latin. + +"Dixi--I have spoken!" he answered sternly. "Do not fail me in +obedience, on your life." And on that he clanked out again with +his attendants, well-pleased with his morning's work. + +As he had disposed with boyish, almost irresponsible rashness, +and in flagrant contravention of all canon law, so it fell out. +Don Zuleyman, wearing the bishop's robes and the bishop's mitre, +intoned the Kyrie Eleison before noon that day in the Cathedral +of Coimbra, and pronounced the absolution of the Infante of +Portugal, who knelt so submissively and devoutly before him. + +Affonso Henriques was very pleased with himself. He made a jest +of the affair, and invited his intimates to laugh with him. But +Emigio Moniz and the elder members of his council refused to +laugh. They looked with awe upon a deed that went perilously near +to sacrilege, and implored him to take their own sober view of +the thing he had done. + +"By the bones of St. James!" he cried. "A prince is not to be +brow-beaten by a priest." + +Such a view in the twelfth century was little short of +revolutionary. The chapter of the Cathedral of Coimbra held the +converse opinion that priests were not to be browbeaten by a +prince, and set themselves to make Affonso Henriques realize this +to his bitter cost. They dispatched to Rome an account of his +unconscionable, high-handed, incredible sacrilege, and invited +Rome to administer condign spiritual flagellation upon this +errant child of Mother Church. Rome made haste to vindicate her +authority, and dispatched a legate to the recalcitrant, audacious +boy who ruled in Portugal. But the distance being considerable, +and means of travel inadequate and slow, it was not until Don +Zuleyman had presided in the See of Coimbra for a full two months +that the Papal Legate made his appearance in Affonso Henriques' +capital. + +A very splendid Prince of the Church was Cardinal Corrado, the +envoy dispatched by Pope Honorius II., full armed with apostolic +weapons to reduce the rebellious Infante of Portugal into proper +subjection. + +His approach was heralded by the voice of rumour. Affonso +Henriques heard of it without perturbation. His conscience at +ease in the absolution which he had wrung from Mother Church +after his own fashion, he was entirely absorbed in preparations +for a campaign against the Moors which was to widen his +dominions. Therefore when at length the thunderbolt descended, it +fell--so far as he was concerned--from a sky entirely clear. + +It was towards dusk of a summer evening when the legate, in a +litter slung in line between two mules, entered Coimbra. He was +attended by two nephews, Giannino and Pierluigi da Corrado, both +patricians of Rome, and a little knot of servants. Empanoplied in +his sacred office, the cardinal had no need of the protection of +men-at-arms upon a journey through god-fearing lands. + +He was borne straight to the old Moorish palace where the Infante +resided, and came upon him there amid a numerous company in the +great pillared hall. Against a background of battle trophies, +livid weapons, implements of war, and suits of mail both Saracen +and Christian, with which the bare walls were hung, moved a +gaily-clad, courtly gathering of nobles and their women-folk, +when the great cardinal, clad from head to foot in scarlet, +entered unannounced. + +Laughter rippled into silence. A hush descended upon the company, +which stood now at gaze, considering the imposing and unbidden +guest. Slowly the legate, followed by the two Roman youths, +advanced down the hall, the soft pad of his slippered feet and +the rustle of his silken robes being at first the only sound. +On he came, until he stood before the shallow dais, where in a +massively carved chair sat the Infante of Portugal, mistrustfully +observing him. Affonso Henriques scented here an enemy, an ally +of his mother's, the bearer of a fresh declaration of hostilities. +Therefore of deliberate purpose he kept his seat, as if to stress +the fact that here he was the master. + +"Lord Cardinal," he greeted the legate, "be welcome to my land of +Portugal." + +The cardinal bowed stiffly, resentful of this reception. In his +long journey across the Spains, princes and nobles had flocked to +kiss his hand, and bend the knee before him, seeking his +blessing. Yet this mere boy, beardless save for a silky down +about his firm young cheeks, retained his seat and greeted him +with no more submissiveness than if he had been the envoy of some +temporal prince. + +"I am the representative of our Holy Father," he announced, in a +voice of stern reproof. "I am from Rome, with these my well- +beloved nephews." + +"From Rome?" quoth Affonso Henriques. For all his length of limb +and massive thews he could be impish upon occasion. He was impish +now. "Although no good has ever yet come to me from Rome, you +make me hopeful. His Holiness will have heard of the preparations +I am making for a war against the Infidel that shall carry the +Cross where new stands the Crescent, and sends me perhaps, a gift +of gold or assist me in this holy work." + +The mockery of it stung the legate sharply. His sallow, ascetic +face empurpled. + +"It is not gold I bring you," he answered, "but a lesson in the +faith which you would seem to have forgotten. I am come to teach +you your Christian duty, and to require of you immediate +reparation of the sacrilegious wrongs you have done. The Holy +Father demands of you the instant re-instatement of the Bishop of +Coimbra, whom you have driven out with threats of violence, and +the degradation of the cleric you blasphemously appointed Bishop +in his stead." + +"And is that all?" quoth the boy, in a voice dangerously quiet. + +"No." Fearless in his sense of right, the legate towered before +him. "It is demanded of you further that you instantly release +the lady, your mother, from the unjust confinement in which you +hold her." + +"That confinement is not unjust, as all here can witness," the +Infante answered. "Rome may believe it, because lies have been +carried to Rome. Dona Theresa's life was a scandal, her regency +an injustice to my people. She and the infamous Lord of Trava +lighted the torch of civil war in these dominions. Learn here the +truth, and carry it to Rome. Thus shall you do worthy service." + +But the prelate was obstinate and proud. + +"That is not the answer that our Holy Father awaits." + +"It is the answer that I send." + +"Rash, rebellious youth, beware!" The cardinal's anger flamed up, +and his voice swelled. "I come armed with spiritual weapons of +destruction. Do not abuse the patience of Mother Church, or you +shall feel the full weight of her wrath released against you." + +Exasperated, Affonso Henriques bounded to his feet, his face +livid now with passion, his eyes ablaze. + +"Out! Away!" he cried. "Go, my lord, and go quickly, or as God +watches us I will add here and now yet another sacrilege to those +of which you accuse me." + +The prelate gathered his ample robes about him. If pale, he was +entirely calm once more. With stern dignity, he bowed to the +angry youth, and so departed, but with such outward impassivity +that it would have been difficult to say with whom lay the +victory. If Affonso Henriques thought that night that he had +conquered, morning was to shatter the illusion. + +He was awakened early by a chamberlain at the urgent instances of +Emigio Moniz, who was demanding immediate audience. Affonso +Henriques sat up in bed, and bade him to be admitted. + +The elderly knight and faithful counsellor came in, treading +heavily. His swarthy face was overcast, his mouth set in stern +lines under its grizzled beard. + +"God keep you, lord," was his greeting, so lugubriously delivered +as to sound like a pious, but rather hopeless, wish. + +"And you, Emigio," answered him the Infante. "You are early +astir. What is the cause?" + +"III tidings, lord." He crossed the room, unlatched and flung +wide a window. "Listen," he bade the prince. + +On the still morning air arose a sound like the drone of some +gigantic hive, or of the sea when the tide is making. Affonso +Henriques recognized it for the murmur of the multitude. + +"What does it mean?" he asked, and thrust a sinewy leg from the +bed. + +"It means that the Papal Legate has done all that he threatened, +and something more. He has placed your city of Coimbra under a +ban of excommunication. The churches are closed, and until the +ban is lifted no priest Will be found to baptize, marry, shrive +or perform any other Sacrament of Holy Church. The people are +stricken with terror, knowing that they share the curse with you. +They are massing below at the gates of the alcazar, demanding to +see you that they may implore you to lift from them the horror of +this excommunication." + +Affonso Henriques had come to his feet by now, and he stood there +staring at the old knight, his face blenched, his stout heart +clutched by fear of these impalpable, blasting weapons that were +being used against him. + +"My God!" he groaned, and asked: "What must I do?" + +Moniz was preternaturally grave. "It is of the first importance +that the people should be pacified." + +"But how?" + +"There is one way only--by a promise that you will submit to the +will of the Holy Father, and by penance seek absolution for +yourself and your city." + +A red flush swept into the young cheeks that had been so pale. + +"What?" he cried, his voice a roar. "Release my mother, depose +Zuleyman, recall that fugitive recreant who cursed me, and humble +myself to seek pardon at the hands of this insolent Italian +cleric? May my bones rot, may I roast for ever in hell-fire if I +show myself such a craven! And do you counsel it, Emigio--do you +really counsel that?" He was in a towering rage. + +"Listen to that voice," Emigio answered him, and waved a hand to +the open window. "How else will you silence it?" + +Affonso Henriques sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his +head in his hands. He was checkmated--and yet.... + +He rose and beat his hands together, summoning chamberlain and +pages to help him dress and arm. + +"Where is the legate lodged?" he asked Moniz. + +"He is gone," the knight answered him. "He left at cock-crow, +taking the road to Spain along the Mondego--so I learnt from the +watch at the River Gate." + +"How came they to open for him?" + +"His office, lord, is a key that opens all doors at any hour of +day or night. They dared not detain or delay him." + +"Ha!" grunted the Infante. "We will go after him, then." And he +made haste to complete his dressing. Then he buckled on his great +sword, and they departed. + +In the courtyard of the alcazar, he summoned Sancho Nunes and a +half-dozen men-at-arms to attend him, mounted a charger and with +Emigio Moniz at his side and the others following, he rode out +across the draw-bridge into the open space that was thronged with +the clamant inhabitants of the stricken city. + +A great cry went up when he showed himself--a mighty appeal to +him for mercy and the remission of the curse. Then silence fell, +a silence that invited him to answer and give comfort. + +He reined in his horse, and standing in his stirrups very tall +and virile, he addressed them. + +"People of Coimbra," he announced, "I go to obtain this city's +absolution from the ban that has been laid upon it. I shall +return before sunset. Till then do you keep the peace." + +The voice of the multitude was raised again, this time to hail +him as the father and protector of the Portuguese, and to invoke +the blessing of Heaven upon his handsome head. + +Riding between Moniz and Nunes, and followed by his glittering +men-at-arms, he crossed the city and took the road along the +river by which it was known that the legate had departed. All +that morning they rode briskly amain, the Infante fasting, as he +had risen, yet unconscious of hunger and of all else but the +purpose that was consuming him. He rode in utter silence, his +face set, his brows stern; and Moniz, watching him furtively the +while, wondered what thoughts were stirring in that rash, +impetuous young brain, and was afraid. + +Towards noon at last they overtook the legate's party. They +espied his mule-litter at the door of an inn in a little village +some ten miles beyond the foothills of the Bussaco range. The +Infante reined up sharply, a hoarse, fierce cry escaping him, +akin to that of some creature of the wild when it espies its +prey. + +Moniz put forth a hand to seize his arm. + +"My lord, my lord," he cried, fearfully. "What is your purpose?" + +The prince looked him between the eyes, and his lips curled in a +smile that was not altogether sweet. + +"I am going to beg Cardinal Corrado to have compassion on me," he +answered, subtly mocking, and on that he swung down from his +horse, and tossed the reins to a man-at-arms. + +Into the inn he clanked, Moniz and Nunes following closely. He +thrust aside the vinter who, not knowing him, would have hindered +him, great lord though he seemed, from disturbing the holy guest +who was honouring the house. He strode on, and into the room +where the Cardinal with his noble nephews sat at dinner. + +At sight of him, fearing violence, Giannino and Pierluigi came +instantly to their feet, their hands upon their daggers. But +Cardinal da Corrado sat unmoved. He looked up, a smile of +ineffable gentleness upon his ascetic face. + +"I had hoped that you would come after me, my son," he said. "If +you come a penitent, then has my prayer been heard." + +"A penitent!" cried Affonso Henriques. He laughed wickedly, and +plucked his dagger from its sheath. + +Sancho Nunes, in terror, set a detaining hand upon his prince's +arm. + +"My lord," he cried in a voice that shook, "you will not strike +the Lord's anointed--that were to destroy yourself for ever." + +"A curse," said Affonso Henriques, "perishes with him that +uttered it." He could reason loosely, you see, this hot-blooded, +impetuous young cutter of Gordian knots. "And it imports above +all else that the curse should be lifted from my city of +Coimbra." + +"It shall be, my son, as soon as you show penitence and a +Christian submission to the Holy Father's will," said the +undaunted Cardinal. + +"God give me patience with you," Affonso Henriques answered him. +"Listen to me now, lord Cardinal." And he leaned forward on his +dagger, burying the point of it some inches into the deal table. +"That you should punish me with the weapons of the Faith for the +sins that you allege against me I can understand and suffer. +There is reason in that, perhaps. But will you tell me what +reasons there can be in punishing a whole city for an offence +which, if it exists at all, is mine alone?--and in punishing it +by a curse so terrible that all the consolations of religion are +denied those true children of Mother Church, that no priestly +office may be performed within the city, that men and women may +not approach the altars of the Faith, that they must die +unshriven with their sins upon them, and so be damned through all +eternity? Where is the reason that urges this?" + +The cardinal's smile had changed from one of benignity to one of +guile. + +"Why, I will answer you. Out of their terror they will be moved +to revolt against you, unless you relieve them of the ban. Thus, +Lord Prince, I hold you in check. You make submission or else you +are destroyed." + +Affonso Henriques considered him a moment. "You answer me +indeed," said he, and then his voice swelled up in denunciation. +"But this is statecraft, not religion. And when a prince has no +statecraft to match that which is opposed to him, do you know +what follows? He has recourse to force, Lord Cardinal. You compel +me to it; upon your own head the consequences." + +The legate almost sneered. "What is the force of your poor lethal +weapons compared with the spiritual power I wield? Do you +threaten me with death? Do you think I fear it?" He rose in a +surge of sudden wrath, and tore open his scarlet robe. "Strike +here with your poniard. I wear no mail. Strike if you dare, and +by the sacrilegious blow destroy yourself in this world and the +next." + +The Infante considered him. Slowly he sheathed his dagger, smiling +a little. Then he beat his hands together. His men-at-arms came +in. + +"Seize me those two Roman whelps," he commanded, and pointed to +Giannino and Pierlulgi. "Seize them, and make them fast. About +it!" + +"Lord Prince!" cried the legate in a voice of appeal, wherein +fear and anger trembled. + +It was the note of fear that heartened Affonso Henriques. "About +it!" he cried again, though needlessly, for already his +men-at-arms were at grips with the Cardinal's nephews. In a trice +the kicking, biting, swearing pair were overpowered, deprived of +arms, and pinioned. The men looked to their prince for further +orders. In the background Moniz and Nunes witnessed all with +troubled countenances, whilst the Cardinal, beyond the table, +white to the lips, demanded in a quavering voice to know what +violence was intended, implored the Infante to consider, and in +the same breath threatened him with dread consequences of this +affront. + +Affonso Henriques, unmoved, pointed through the window to a +stalwart oak that stood before the inn. + +"Take them out there, and hang them unshriven," he commanded. + +The Cardinal swayed, and almost fell forward. He clutched the +table, speechless with terror for those lads who were as the very +apple of his eye, he who so fearlessly had bared his own breast +to the steel. + +The two comely Italian youths were dragged out writhing in their +captors' hands. + +At last the half-swooning legate found his voice. "Lord Prince," +he gasped. "Lord Prince . . . you cannot do this infamy! You +cannot! I warn you that . . . that. . ." The threat perished +unuttered, slain by mounting terror. "Mercy! Have mercy, lord! as +you hope for mercy!" + +"What mercy do you practice, you who preach a gospe of mercy in +the world, and cry for mercy now?" the Infante asked him. + +"But this is an infamy! What harm have those poor children done? +What concern is it of theirs that I have offended you in +performing my sacred duty?" + +Swift into that opening flashed the home-thrust of the Infante's +answer. + +"What harm have my people of Coimbra done? What concern is it of +theirs that I have offended you? Yet to master me you did not +hesitate to strike at them with the spiritual weapons that are +yours. To master you I do not hesitate to strike at your nephews +with the lethal weapons that are mine. When you shall have seen +them hang you will understand the things that argument could not +make clear to you. In the vileness of my act you will see a +reflection of the vileness of your own, and perhaps your heart +will be touched, your monstrous pride abated." + +Outside, under the tree, the figures of the men-at-arms were +moving. Expeditiously, and with indifference, they went about the +preparations for the task entrusted to them. + +The Cardinal writhed, and fought for breath. "Lord Prince, this +must not be!" He stretched forth supplicating hands. "Lord +Prince, you must release my nephews." + +"Lord Cardinal, you must absolve my people." + +"If . . . if you will first make submission. My duty . . . to the +Holy See . . . Oh God! Will nothing move you?" + +"When they have been hanged you will understand, and out of your +own affliction learn compassion." The Infante's voice was so +cold, his mien so resolute that the legate despaired of +conquering his purpose. Abruptly he capitulated, even as the +halters went about the necks of his two cherished lads. + +"Stop!" he screamed. "Bid them stop! The curse shall be lifted." + +Affonso Henriques opened the window with a leisureliness which to +the legate seemed to belong to the realm of nightmare. + +"Wait yet a moment," the Infante called to those outside, about +whom by now a little knot of awe-stricken villagers had gathered. +Then he turned again to Cardinal Corrado, who had sunk to his +chair like a man exhausted, and sat now panting, his elbows on +the table, his head in his hands. "Here," said the prince, "are +the terms upon which you may have their lives: Complete +absolution, and Apostolic benediction for my people and myself +this very night, I on my side making submission to the Holy +Father's will to the extent of releasing my mother from duress, +with the condition that she leaves Portugal at once and does not +return. As for the banished bishop and his successor, matters +must remain as they are; but you can satisfy your conscience on +that score by yourself confirming the appointment of Don +Zuleyman. Come, my lord, I am being generous, I think. In the +enlargement of my mother I afford you the means of satisfying +Rome. If you have learnt your lesson from what I here proposed, +your conscience should satisfy you of the rest." + +"Be it so," the Cardinal answered hoarsely. "I will return with +you to Coimbra and do your will." + +Thereupon, without any tinge of mockery, but in completest +sincerity in token that the feud between them was now completely +healed, Affonso Henriques went down upon his knees, like the true +and humble son of Holy Church he accounted himself, to ask a +blessing at the Cardinal's hands. + + + + + +II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + +Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + + + +The news of it first reached him whilst he sat at supper in the +great hall of his palace in the Kremlin. It came at a time when +already there was enough to distract his mind; for although the +table before him was spread and equipped as became an emperor's, +the gaunt spectre of famine stalked outside in the streets of +Moscow, and men and women were so reduced by it that cannibalism +was alleged to be breaking out amongst them. + +Alone, save for the ministering pages, sat Boris Godunov under +the iron lamps that made of the table, with its white napery and +vessels of gold and silver plate, an island of light in the gloom +of that vast apartment. The air was fragrant with the scent of +burning pine, for although the time of year was May, the nights +were chill, and a great log-fire was blazing on the distant +hearth. To him, as he sat there, came his trusted Basmanov with +those tidings which startled him at first, seeming to herald that +at last the sword of Nemesis was swung above his sinful head. + +Basmanov, a flush tinting the prominent cheek-bones of his sallow +face, an excited glitter in his long eyes, began by ordering the +pages out of earshot, then leaning forward quickly muttered forth +his news. + +At the first words of it, the Tsar's knife clashed into his +golden platter, and his short, powerful hands clutched the carved +arms of his great gilded chair. Quickly he controlled himself, +and then as he continued to listen he was moved to scorn, and a +faint smile began to stir under his grizzled beard. + +A man had appeared in Poland--such was the burden of Basmanov's +story--coming none knew exactly whence, who claimed to be +Demetrius, the son of Ivan Vassielivitch, and lawful Tsar of +Russia--Demetrius, who was believed to have died at Uglich ten +years ago, and whose remains lay buried in Moscow, in the Church +of St. Michael. This man had found shelter in Lithuania, in the +house of Prince Wisniowiecki, and thither the nobles of Poland +were now flocking to do him homage, acknowledging him the son of +Ivan the Terrible. He was said to be the living image of the dead +Tsar, save that he was swarthy and black-haired, like the dowager +Tsarina, and there were two warts on his face, such as it was +remembered had disfigured the countenance of the boy Demetrius. + +Thus Basmanov, adding that he had dispatched a messenger into +Lithuania to obtain more precise confirmation of the story. That +messenger--chosen in consequence of something else that Basmanov +had been told--was Smirnoy Otrepiev. + +The Tsar Boris sat back in his chair, his eyes on the gem +encrusted goblet, the stem of which his fingers were mechanically +turning. There was now no vestige of the smile on his round white +face. It had grown set and thoughtful. + +"Find Prince Shuiski," he said presently, "and send him to me +here." + +Upon the tale the boyar had brought him he offered now no +comment. + +"We will talk of this again, Basmanov," was all he said in +acknowledgment that he had heard, and in dismissal. + +But when the boyar had gone, Boris Godunov heaved himself to his +feet, and strode over to the fire, his great head sunk between +his massive shoulders. He was a short, thick-set, bow-legged man, +inclining to corpulence. He set a foot, shod in red leather +reversed with ermine, upon an andiron, and, leaning an elbow on +the carved overmantel, rested his brow against his hand. His eyes +stared into the very heart of the fire, as if they beheld there +the pageant of the past, upon which his mind was bent. + +Nineteen years were sped since Ivan the Terrible had passed away, +leaving two sons, Feodor Ivanovitch, who had succeeded him, and +the infant Demetrius. Feodor, a weakling who was almost imbecile, +had married Irene, the daughter of Boris Godunov, whereby it had +fallen out that Boris became the real ruler of Russia, the power +behind the throne. But his insatiable ambition coveted still +more. He must wear the crown as well as wield the sceptre; and +this could not be until the Ruric dynasty which had ruled Russia +for nearly seven centuries should be stamped out. Between himself +and the throne stood his daughter's husband and their child, and +the boy Demetrius, who had been dispatched with his mother, the +dowager Tsarina, to Uglich. The three must be removed. + +Boris began with the last, and sought at first to drive him out +of the succession without bloodshed. He attempted to have him +pronounced illegitimate, on the ground that he was the son of +Ivan's seventh wife (the orthodox Church recognizing no wife as +legitimate beyond the third). But in this he failed. The memory +of the terrible Tsar, the fear of him, was still alive in +superstitious Russia, and none dared to dishonour his son. So +Boris had recourse to other and surer means. He dispatched his +agents to Uglich, and presently there came thence a story that +the boy, whilst playing with a knife, had been taken with a fit +of epilepsy, and had fallen, running the blade into his throat. +But it was not a story that could carry conviction to the +Muscovites, since with it came the news that the town of Uglich +had risen against the emissaries of Boris, charging them with the +murder of the boy, and killing them out of hand. + +Terrible had been the vengeance which Boris had exacted. Of the +luckless inhabitants of the town two hundred were put to death by +his orders, and the rest sent into banishment beyond the Ural +Mountains, whilst the Tsarina Maria, Demetrius's mother, for +having said that her boy was murdered at the instigation of +Boris, was packed off to a convent, and had remained there ever +since in close confinement. + +That had been in 1591. The next to go was Feodor's infant son, +and lastly--in 1598--Feodor himself, succumbing to a mysterious +illness, and leaving Boris a clear path to the throne. But he +ascended it under the burden of his daughter's curse. Feodor's +widow had boldly faced her father, boldly accused him of +poisoning her husband to gratify his remorseless ambitions, and +on a passionate appeal to God to let it be done by him as he had +done by others she had departed to a convent, swearing never to +set eyes upon him again. + +The thought of her was with him now, as he stood there looking +into the heart of the fire; and perhaps it was the memory of her +curse that turned his stout heart to water, and made him afraid +where there could surely be no cause for fear. For five years now +had he been Tsar of Russia, and in these five years he had taken +such a grip of power as was not lightly to be loosened. + +Long he stood there, and there he was found by the magnificent +Prince Shuiski, whom he had bidden Basmanov to summon. + +"You went to Uglich when the Tsarevitch Demetrius was slain," +said Boris. His voice and mien were calm and normal. "Yourself +you saw the body. There is no possibility that you could have +been mistaken in it?" + +"Mistaken?" The boyar was taken aback by the question. He was a +tall man, considerably younger than Boris, who was in his +fiftieth year. His face was lean and saturnine, and there was +something sinister in the dark, close-set eyes under a single, +heavy line of eyebrow. + +Boris explained his question, telling him what he had learnt from +Basmanov. Basil Shuiski laughed. The story was an absurd one. +Demetrius was dead. Himself he had held the body in his arms, and +no mistake was possible. + +Despite himself, a sigh of relief fluttered from the lips of +Boris. Shuiski was right. It was an absurd story, this. There was +nothing to fear. He had been a fool to have trembled for a +moment. + +Nevertheless, in the weeks that followed, he brooded more and +more over all that Basmanov had said. It was in the thought that +the nobility of Poland was flocking to the house of Wisniowiecki +to do honour to this false son of Ivan the Terrible, that Boris +found the chief cause of uneasiness. There was famine in Moscow, +and empty bellies do not make for loyalty. Then, too, the +Muscovite nobles did not love him. He had ruled too sternly, and +had curbed their power. There were men like Basil Shuiski who +knew too much--greedy, ambitious men, who might turn their +knowledge to evil account. The moment might be propitious to the +pretender, however false his claim. Therefore Boris dispatched a +messenger to Wisniowiecki with the offer of a heavy bribe if he +would yield up the person of this false Demetrius. + +But that messenger returned empty-handed. He had reached Bragin +too late. The pretender had already left the place, and was +safely lodged in the castle of George Mniszek, the Palatine of +Sandomir, to whose daughter Maryna he was betrothed. If these +were ill tidings for Boris, there were worse to follow soon. +Within a few months he learned from Sandomir that Demetrius +had removed to Cracow, and that there he had been publicly +acknowledged by Sigismund III. of Poland as the son of Ivan +Vassielivitch, the rightful heir to the crown of Russia. He +heard, too, the story upon which this belief was founded. +Demetrius had declared that one of the agents employed by Boris +Godunov to procure his murder at Uglich had bribed his physician +Simon to perform the deed. Simon had pretended to agree as the +only means of saving him. He had dressed the son of a serf, who +slightly resembled Demetrius, in garments similar to those worn +by the young prince, and thereafter cut the lad's throat, leaving +those who had found the body to presume it to be the prince's. +Meanwhile, Demetrius himself had been concealed by the physician, +and very shortly thereafter carried away from Uglich, to be +placed in safety in a monastery, where he had been educated. + +Such, in brief, was the story with which Demetrius convinced the +court of Poland, and not a few who had known the boy at Uglich +came forward now to identify with him the grown man, who carried +in his face so strong a resemblance to Ivan the Terrible. That +story which Boris now heard was soon heard by all Russia, and +Boris realized that something must be done to refute it. + +But something more than assurances--his own assurances--were +necessary if the Muscovites were to believe him. And so at last +Boris bethought him of the Tsarina Maria, the mother of the +murdered boy. He had her fetched to Moscow from her convent, and +told her of this pretender who was setting up a claim to the +throne of Russia, supported by the King of Poland. + +She listened impassively, standing before him in the black robes +and conventual coif which his tyranny had imposed upon her. When +he had done, a faint smile swept over the face that had grown so +hard in these last twelve years since that day when her boy had +been slain almost under her very eyes. + +"It is a circumstantial tale," she said. "It is perhaps true. It +is probably true." + +"True!" He bounded from his seat. "True? What are you saying, +woman? Yourself you saw the boy dead." + +"I did, and I know who killed him." + +"But you saw him. You recognized him for your own, since you set +the people on to kill those whom you believed had slain him." + +"Yes," she answered. And added the question: "What do you want of +me now?" + +"What do I want?" He was amazed that she should ask, exasperated. +Had the conventual confinement turned her head? "I want your +testimony. I want you to denounce this fellow for the impostor +that he is. The people will believe you." + +"You think they will?" Interest had kindled in her glance. + +"What else? Are you not the mother of Demetrius, and shall not a +mother know her own son?" + +"You forget. He was ten years of age then--a child. Now he is a +grown man of three-and-twenty. How can I be sure? How can I be +sure of anything?" + +He swore a full round oath at her. "Because you saw him dead." + +"Yet I may have been mistaken. I thought I knew the agents of +yours who killed him. Yet you made me swear--as the price of my +brothers' lives--that I was mistaken. Perhaps I was more mistaken +than we thought. Perhaps my little Demetrius was not slain at +all. Perhaps this man's tale is true." + +"Perhaps . . ." He broke off to stare at her, mistrustfully, +searchingly. "What do you mean?" he asked her sharply. + +Again that wan smile crossed the hard, sharp-featured face that +once had been so lovely. "I mean that if the devil came out of +hell and called himself my son, I should acknowledge him to your +undoing." + +Thus the pent-up hate and bitterness of years of brooding upon +her wrongs broke forth. Taken aback, he quailed before it. His +jaw dropped foolishly, and he stared at her with wide, unblinking +eyes. + +"The people will believe me, you say--they will believe that a +mother should know her own son. Then are your hours of usurpation +numbered." + +If for a moment it appalled him, yet in the end, forewarned, he +was forearmed. It was foolish of her to let him look upon the +weapon with which she could destroy him. The result of it was +that she went back to her convent under close guard, and was +thereafter confined with greater rigour than hitherto. + +Desperately Boris heard how the belief in Demetrius was gaining +ground in Russia with the people. The nobles might still be +sceptical, but Boris knew that he could not trust them, since +they had no cause to love him. He began perhaps to realize that +it is not good to rule by fear. + +And then at last came Smirnoy Otrepiev back from Cracow, where he +had been sent by Basmanov to obtain with his own eyes confirmation +of the rumour which had reached the boyar on the score of the +pretender's real identity. + +The rumour, he declared, was right. The false Demetrius was none +other than his own nephew, Grishka Otrepiev, who had once been a +monk, but, unfrocked, had embraced the Roman heresy, and had +abandoned himself to licentious ways. You realize now why Smirnoy +had been chosen by Basmanov for this particular mission. + +The news heartened Boris. At last he could denounce the impostor +in proper terms, and denounce him he did. He sent an envoy to +Sigismund III. to proclaim the fellow's true identity, and to +demand his expulsion from the Kingdom of Poland; and his +denunciation was supported by a solemn excommunication pronounced +by the Patriarch of Moscow against the unfrocked monk, Grishka +Otrepiev, who now falsely called himself Demetrius Ivanovitch. + +But the denunciation did not carry the conviction that Boris +expected. It was reported that the Tsarevitch was a courtly, +accomplished man, speaking Polish and Latin, as well as Russian, +skilled in horsemanship and in the use of arms, and it was asked +how an unfrocked monk had come by these accomplishments. +Moreover, although Boris, fore-warned, had prevented the Tsarina +Maria from supporting the pretender out of motives of revenge, he +had forgotten her two brothers; he had not foreseen that, +actuated by the same motives, they might do that which he had +prevented her from doing. This was what occurred. The brothers +Nagoy repaired to Cracow publicly to acknowledge Demetrius their +nephew, and to enrol themselves under his banner. + +Against this Boris realized that mere words were useless. The +sword of Nemesis was drawn indeed. His sins had found him out. +Nothing remained him but to arm and go forth to meet the +impostor, who was advancing upon Moscow with a great host of +Poles and Cossacks. + +He appraised the support of the Nagoys at its right value. They, +too, had been at Uglich, and had seen the dead boy, almost seen +him slain. Vengeance upon himself was their sole motive. But was +it possible that Sigismund of Poland was really deceived, as well +as the Palatine of Sandomir, whose daughter was betrothed to the +adventurer, Prince Adam Wisniowiecki, in whose house the false +Demetrius had first made his appearance, and all those Polish +nobles who flocked to his banner? Or were they, too, moved by +some ulterior motive which he could not fathom? + +That was the riddle that plagued Boris Godunov what time--in the +winter of 1604--he sent his armies to meet the invader. He sent +them because, crippled now by gout, even the satisfaction of +leading them was denied him. He was forced to stay at home in the +gloomy apartments of the Kremlin, fretted by care, with the +ghosts of his evil past to keep him company, and assure him that +the hour of judgment was at hand. + +With deepening rage he heard how town after town capitulated to +the adventurer, and mistrusting Basmanov, who was in command, he +sent Shuiski to replace him. In January of 1605 the armies met at +Dobrinichi, and Demetrius suffered a severe defeat, which +compelled him to fall back on Putioli. He lost all his infantry, +and every Russian taken in arms on the pretender's side was +remorselessly hanged as Boris had directed. + +Hope began to revive in the heart of Boris; but as months passed +and no decision came, those hopes faded again, and the canker of +the past gnawed at his vitals and sapped his strength. And then +there was ever present to his mind the nightmare riddle of the +pretender's identity. At last, one evening in April, he sent for +Smirnoy Otrepiev to question him again concerning that nephew of +his. Otrepiev came in fear this time. It is not good to be the +uncle of a man who is giving so much trouble to a great prince. + +Boris glared at him from blood-injected eyes. His round, white +face was haggard, his cheeks sagged, and his fleshly body had +lost all its erstwhile firm vigour. + +"I have sent for you to question you again," he said, "touching +this lewd nephew of yours, this Grishka Otrepiev, this unfrocked +monk, who claims to be Tsar of Muscovy. Are you sure, man, that +you have made no mistake--are you sure?" + +Otrepiev was shaken by the Tsar's manner, by the ferocity of his +mien. But he made answer: "Alas, Highness! I could not be +mistaken. I am sure." + +Boris grunted, and moved his body irritably in his chair. His +terrible eyes watched Otrepiev mistrustfully. He had reached the +mental stage in which he mistrusted everything and everybody. + +"You lie, you dog," he snarled savagely. + +"Highness, I swear . . ." + +"Lies!" Boris roared him down. "And here's the proof. Would +Sigismund of Poland have acknowledged him had he been what you +say? When I denounced him the unfrocked monk Grishka Otrepiev, +would not Sigismund have verified the statement had it been +true?" + +"The brothers Nagoy, the uncles of the dead Demetrius . . ." +Otrepiev was beginning, when again Boris interrupted him. + +"Their acknowledgment of him came after Sigismund's, after--long +after--my denunciation." He broke into oaths. "I say you lie. +Will you stand there and pelter with me, man? Will you wait until +the rack pulls you joint from joint before you speak the truth?" + +"Highness!" cried Otrepiev, "I have served you faithfully these +years." + +"The truth, man; as you hope for life," thundered the Tsar, "the +whole truth of this foul nephew of yours, if so be he is your +nephew." + +And Otrepiev spoke the whole truth at last in his great dread. +"He is not my nephew." + +"Not?" It was a roar of rage. "You dared lie to me?" + +Otrepiev's knees were loosened by terror, and he went down upon +them before the irate Tsar. + +"I did not lie--not altogether. I told you a half-truth, +Highness. His name is Grishka Otrepiev; it is the name by which +he always has been known, and he is an unfrocked monk, all as I +said, and the son of my brother's wife." + +"Then . . . then . . ." Boris was bewildered. Suddenly he +understood. "And his father?" + +"Was Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. Grishka Otrepiev is King +Stephen's natural son." + +Boris seemed to fight for breath for a moment. + +"This is true?" he asked, and himself answered the question. "Of +course it is true. It is the light at last . . . at last. You may +go." + +Otrepiev stumbled out, thankful, surprised to escape so lightly. +He could not know of how little account to Boris was the +deception he had practiced in comparison with the truth he had +now revealed, a truth that shed a fearful, dazzling light upon +the dark mystery of the false Demetrius. The problem that so long +had plagued the Tsar was solved at last. + +This pretended Demetrius, this unfrocked monk, was a natural son +of Stephen Bathory, and a Roman Catholic. Such men as Sigismund +of Poland and the Voyvode of Sandomir were not deceived on the +score of his identity. They, and no doubt other of the leading +nobles of Poland, knew the man for what he was, and because of it +supported him, using the fiction of his being Demetrius +Ivanovitch to impose upon the masses, and facilitate the +pretenders occupation of the throne of Russia. And the object of +it was to set up in Muscovy a ruler who should be a Pole and a +Roman Catholic. Boris knew the bigotry of Sigismund, who already +had sacrificed a throne--that of Sweden--to his devout conscience, +and he saw clearly to the heart of this intrigue. Had he not +heard that a Papal Nuncio had been at Cracow, and that this +Nuncio had been a stout supporter of the pretender's claim? +What could be the Pope's concern in the Muscovite succession? Why +should a Roman priest support the claim of a prince to the throne +of a country devoted to the Greek faith? + +At last all was clear indeed to Boris. Rome was at the bottom of +this business, whose true aim was the Romanization of Russia; and +Sigismund had fetched Rome into it, had set Rome on. Himself an +elected King of Poland, Sigismund may have seen in the ambitious +son of Stephen Bathory one who might perhaps supplant him on the +Polish throne. To divert his ambition into another channel he had +fathered--if he had not invented--this fiction that the pretender +was the dead Demetrius. + +Had that fool Smirnoy Otrepiev but dealt frankly with him from +the first, what months of annoyance might he not have been +spared; how easy it might have been to prick this bubble of +imposture. But better late than never. To-morrow he would publish +the true facts, and all the world should know the truth; and it +was a truth that must give pause to those fools in this +superstitious Russia, so devoted to the Orthodox Greek Church, +who favoured the pretender. They should see the trap that was +being baited for them. + +There was a banquet in the Kremlin that night to certain foreign +envoys, and Boris came to table in better spirits than he had +been for many a day. He was heartened by the thought of what was +now to do, by the conviction that he held the false Demetrius in +the hollow of his hand. There to those envoys he would announce +to-night what to-morrow he would announce to all Russia--tell +them of the discovery he had made, and reveal to his subjects the +peril in which they stood. Towards the close of the banquet he +rose to address his guests, announcing that he had an important +communication for them. In silence they waited for him to speak. +And then, abruptly, with no word yet spoken, he sank back into +his chair, fighting for breath, clawing the air, his face +empurpling until suddenly the blood gushed copiously from his +mouth and nostrils. + +He was vouchsafed time in which to strip off his splendid apparel +and wrap himself in a monk's robe, thus symbolizing the putting +aside of earthly vanities, and then he expired. + +It has been now and then suggested that he was poisoned. His +death was certainly most opportune to Demetrius. But there is +nothing in the manner of it to justify the opinion that it +resulted from anything other than an apoplexy. + +His death brought the sinister opportunist Shuiski back to Moscow +to place Boris's son Feodor on the throne. But the reign of this +lad of sixteen was very brief. Basmanov, who had gone back to the +army, being now inspired by jealousy and fear of the ambitious +Shuiski, went over at once to the pretender, and proclaimed him +Tsar of Russia. Thereafter events moved swiftly. Basmanov marched +on Moscow, entered it in triumph, and again proclaimed Demetrius, +whereupon the people rose in revolt against the son of the +usurper Boris, stormed the Kremlin, and strangled the boy and his +mother. + +Basil Shuiski would have shared their fate had he not bought his +life at the price of betrayal. Publicly he declared to the +Muscovites that the boy whose body he had seen at Uglich was not +that of Demetrius, but of a peasant's son, who had been murdered +in his stead. + +That statement cleared the last obstacle from the pretender's +path, and he advanced now to take possession of his throne. Yet +before he occupied it, he showed the real principles that +actuated him, proved how true had been Boris's conclusion. He +ordered the arrest and degradation of the Patriarch who had +denounced and excommunicated him, and in his place appointed +Ignatius, Bishop of Riazan, a man suspected of belonging to the +Roman communion. + +On the 30th of June of that year 1605, Demetrius made his +triumphal entry into Moscow. He went to prostrate himself before +the tomb of Ivan the Terrible, and then to visit the Tsarina +Maria, who, after a brief communion with him in private, came +forth publicly to acknowledge him as her son. + +Just as Shuiski had purchased his life by a falsehood, so did she +purchase her enlargement from that convent where so long she had +been a prisoner, and restoration to the rank that was her proper +due. After all, she had cause for gratitude to Demetrius, who, in +addition to restoring her these things, had avenged her upon the +hated Boris Godunov. + +His coronation followed in due season, and at last this amazing +adventurer found himself firmly seated upon the throne of Russia, +with Basmanov at his right hand to help and guide him. And at +first all went well, and the young Tsar earned a certain measure +of popularity. If his swarthy face was coarse-featured, yet his +bearing was so courtly and gracious that he won his way quickly +to the hearts of his people. For the rest he was of a tall, +graceful figure, a fine horseman, and of a knightly address at +arms. + +But he soon found himself in the impossible position of having to +serve two masters. On the one hand there was Russia, and the +orthodox Russians whose tsar he was, and on the other there were +the Poles, who had made him so at a price, and who now demanded +payment. Because he saw that this payment would be difficult and +fraught with peril to himself he would--after the common wont of +princes who have attained their objects--have repudiated the +debt. And so he was disposed to ignore, or at least to evade, the +persistent reminders that reached him from the Papal Nuncio, to +whom he had promised the introduction into Russia of the Roman +faith. + +But presently came a letter from Sigismund couched in different +terms. The King of Poland wrote to Demetrius that word had +reached him that Boris Godunov was still alive, and that he had +taken refuge in England, adding that he might be tempted to +restore the fugitive to the throne of Muscovy. + +The threat contained in that bitter piece of sarcasm aroused +Demetrius to a sense of the responsibilities he had undertaken, +which were precisely as Boris Godunov had surmised. As a +beginning he granted the Jesuits permission to build a church +within the sacred walls of the Kremlin, whereby he gave great +scandal. Soon followed other signs that he was not a true son of +the Orthodox Greek Church; he gave offence by his indifference to +public worship, by his neglect of Russian customs, and by +surrounding himself with Roman Catholic Poles, upon whom he +conferred high offices and dignities. + +And there were those at hand ready to stir up public feeling +against him, resentful boyars quick to suspect that perhaps they +had been swindled. Foremost among these was the sinister turncoat +Shuiski, who had not derived from his perjury all the profit he +expected, who resented, above all, to see Basmanov--who had ever +been his rival--invested with a power second only to that of the +Tsar himself. Shuiski, skilled in intrigue, went to work in his +underground, burrowing fashion. He wrought upon the clergy, who +in their turn wrought upon the populace, and presently all was +seething disaffection under a surface apparently calm. + +The eruption came in the following May, when Maryna, the daughter +of the Palatine of Sandomir, made her splendid entry into Moscow, +the bride-elect of the young Tsar. The dazzling procession and +the feasting that followed found little favour in the eyes of the +Muscovites, who now beheld their city aswarm with heretic Poles. + +The marriage was magnificently solemnized on the 18th of May, +1606. And now Shuiski applied a match to the train he had so +skilfully laid. Demetrius had caused a timber fort to be built +before the walls of Moscow for a martial spectacle which he had +planned for the entertainment of his bride. Shuiski put it abroad +that the fort was intended to serve as an engine of destruction, +and that the martial spectacle was a pretence, the real object +being that from the fort the Poles were to cast firebrands into +the city, and then proceed to the slaughter of the inhabitants. + +No more was necessary to infuriate an already exasperated +populace. They flew to arms, and on the night of the 29th of May +they stormed the Kremlin, led on by the arch-traitor Shuiski +himself, to the cry of "Death to the heretic! Death to the +impostor!" + +They broke into the palace, and swarmed up the stairs into the +Tsar's bedchamber, slaying the faithful Basmanov, who stood sword +in hand to bar the way and give his master time to escape. The +Tsar leapt from a balcony thirty feet to the ground, broke his +leg, and lay there helpless, to be dispatched by his enemies, who +presently discovered him. + +He died firmly and fearlessly protesting that he was Demetrius +Ivanovitch. nevertheless, he was Grishka Otrepiev, the unfrocked +monk. + +It has been said that he was no more than an instrument in the +hands of priestcraft, and that because he played his part badly +he met his doom. But something more he was. He was an instrument +indeed, not of priestcraft, but of Fate, to bring home to Boris +Godunov the hideous sins that stained his soul, and to avenge his +victims by personating one of them. In that personation he had +haunted Boris as effectively as if he had been the very ghost of +the boy murdered at Uglich, haunted and tortured, and finally +broken him so that he died. + +That was the part assigned him by Fate in the mysterious scheme +of human things. And that part being played, the rest mattered +little. In the nature of him and of his position it was +impossible that his imposture should be other than ephemeral. + + + + + +III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + +An Eposode of the Inquisition in Seville + + + +Apprehension hung like a thundercloud over the city of Seville in +those early days of the year 1481. It had been growing since the +previous October, when the Cardinal of Spain and Frey Tomas de +Torquemada, acting jointly on behalf of the Sovereigns--Ferdinand +and Isabella--had appointed the first inquisitors for Castile, +ordering them to set up a Tribunal of the Faith in Seville, to +deal with the apostatizing said to be rampant among the New- +Christians, or baptized Jews, who made up so large a proportion +of the population. + +Among the many oppressive Spanish enactments against the Children +of Israel, it was prescribed that all should wear the distinguishing +circlet of red cloth on the shoulder of their gabardines; that +they should reside within the walled confines of their ghettos +and never be found beyond them after nightfall, and that they +should not practice as doctors, surgeons, apothecaries, or +innkeepers. The desire to emancipate themselves from these and +other restrictions upon their commerce with Christians and from +the generally intolerable conditions of bondage and ignominy +imposed upon them, had driven many to accept baptism and embrace +Christianity. + +But even such New-Christians as were sincere in their professions +of faith failed to find in this baptism the peace they sought. +Bitter racial hostility, though sometimes tempered, was never +extinguished by their conversion. + +Hence the alarm with which they viewed the gloomy, funereal, +sinister pageant--the white-robed, black-mantled and hooded +inquisitors, with their attendant familiars and barefoot friars-- +headed by a Dominican bearing the white Cross, which invaded the +city of Seville one day towards the end of December and took its +way to the Convent of St. Paul, there to establish the Holy +Office of the Inquisition. The fear of the New-Christians that +they were to be the object of the attentions of this dread +tribunal had sufficed to drive some thousands of them out of the +city, to seek refuge in such feudal lordships as those of the +Duke of Medina Sidonia, the Marquis of Cadiz, and the Count of +Arcos. + +This exodus had led to the publication by the newly appointed +inquisitors of the edict of 2nd January, in which they set forth +that inasmuch as it had come to their knowledge that many persons +had departed out of Seville in fear of prosecution upon grounds +of heretical pravity, they commanded the nobles of the Kingdom of +Castile that within fifteen days they should make an exact return +of the persons of both sexes who had sought refuge in their +lordships or jurisdictions; that they arrest all these and lodge +them in the prison of the Inquisition in Seville, confiscating +their property, and holding it at the disposal of the inquisitors; +that none should shelter any fugitive under pain of greater +excommunication and of other penalties by law established against +abettors of heretics. + +The harsh injustice that lay in this call to arrest men and women +merely because they had departed from Seville before departure +was in any way forbidden, revealed the severity with which the +inquisitors intended to proceed. It completed the consternation +of the New-Christians who had remained behind, and how numerous +these were may be gathered from the fact that in the district of +Seville alone they numbered a hundred thousand, many of them +occupying, thanks to the industry and talent characteristic of +their race, positions of great eminence. It even disquieted the +well-favoured young Don Rodrigo de Cardona, who in all his vain, +empty, pampered and rather vicious life had never yet known +perturbation. Not that he was a New-Christian. He was of a +lineage that went back to the Visigoths, of purest red Castilian +blood, untainted by any strain of that dark-hued, unclean fluid +alleged to flow in Hebrew veins. But it happened that he was in +love with the daughter of the millionaire Diego de Susan, a girl +whose beauty was so extraordinary that she was known throughout +Seville and for many a mile around as la Hermosa Fembra; and he +knew that such commerce--licit or illicitly conducted--was +disapproved by the holy fathers. His relations with the girl had +been perforce clandestine, because the disapproval of the holy +fathers was matched in thoroughness by that of Diego de Susan. It +had been vexatious enough on that account not to be able to boast +himself the favoured of the beautiful and opulent Isabella de +Susan; it was exasperating to discover now a new and more +imperative reason for this odious secrecy. + +Never sped a lover to his mistress in a frame of mind more +aggrieved than that which afflicted Don Rodrigo as, tight-wrapped +in his black cloak, he gained the Calle de Ataud on that January +night. + +Anon, however, when by way of a garden gate and an easily +escaladed balcony he found himself in the presence of Isabella, +the delight of her effaced all other considerations. Her father +was from home, as she had told him in the note that summoned him; +he was away at Palacios on some merchant's errand, and would not +return until the morrow. The servants were all abed, and so Don +Rodrigo might put off his cloak and hat, and lounge at his ease +upon the low Moorish divan, what time she waited upon him with a +Saracen goblet filled with sweet wine of Malaga. The room in +which she received him was one set apart for her own use, her +bower, a long, low ceilinged chamber, furnished with luxury and +taste. The walls were hung with tapestries, the floor spread with +costly Eastern rugs; on an inlaid Moorish table a tall, three- +beaked lamp of beaten copper charged with aromatic oil shed light +and perfume through the apartment. + +Don Rodrigo sipped his wine, and his dark, hungry eyes followed +her as she moved about him with vaguely voluptuous, almost feline +grace. The wine, the heavy perfume of the lamp, and the beauty of +her played havoc among them with his senses, so that he forgot +for the moment his Castilian lineage and clean Christian blood, +forgot that she derived from the accursed race of the Crucifiers. +All that he remembered was that she was the loveliest woman in +Seville, daughter to the wealthiest man, and in that hour of +weakness he decided to convert into reality that which had +hitherto been no more than an infamous presence. He would loyally +fulfil the false, disloyal promises he had made. He would take +her to wife. It was a sacrifice which her beauty and her wealth +should make worth while. Upon that impulse he spoke now, +abruptly: + +"Isabella, when will you marry me?" + +She stood before him, looking down into his weak, handsome face, +her fingers interlacing his own. She merely smiled. The question +did not greatly move her. Not knowing him for the scoundrel that +he was, guessing nothing of the present perturbation of his +senses, she found it very natural that he should ask her to +appoint the day. + +"It is a question you must ask my father," she answered him. + +"I will," said he, "to-morrow, on his return." And he drew her +down beside him. + +But that father was nearer than either of them dreamed. At that +very moment the soft thud of the closing housedoor sounded +through the house. It brought her sharply to her feet, and loose +from his coiling arms, with quickened breath and blanching face. +A moment she hung there, tense, then sped to the door of the +room, set it ajar and listened. + +Up the stairs came the sound of footsteps and of muttering +voices. It was her father, and others with him. + +With ever-mounting fear she turned to Don Rodrigo, and breathed +the question: "If they should come here?" + +The Castilian stood where he had risen by the divan, his face +paler now than its pale, aristocratic wont, his eyes reflecting +the fear that glittered in her own. He had no delusion as to what +action Diego de Susan would take upon discovering him. These +Jewish dogs were quickly stirred to passion, and as jealous as +their betters of the honour of their womenfolk. Already Don +Rodrigo in imagination saw his clean red Christian blood +bespattering that Hebrew floor, for he had no weapon save the +heavy Toledo dagger at his girdle, and Diego de Susan was not +alone. + +It was, he felt, a ridiculous position for a Hidalgo of Spain. +But his dignity was to suffer still greater damage. In another +moment she had bundled him into an alcove behind the arras at the +chamber's end, a tiny closet that was no better than a cupboard +contrived for the storing of household linen. She had-moved with +a swift precision which at another time might have provoked his +admiration, snatching up his cloak and hat, and other evidences +of his presence, quenching the lamp, and dragging him to that +place of cramped concealment, which she remained to share with +him. + +Came presently movements in the room beyond, and the voice of her +father: + +"We shall be securest from intrusion here. It is my daughter's +room. If you will give me leave, I will go down again to admit +our other friends." + +Those other friends, as Don Rodrigo gathered, continued to arrive +for the next half-hour, until in the end there must have been +some twenty of them assembled in that chamber. The mutter of +voices had steadily increased, but so confused that no more than +odd words, affording no clue to the reason of this gathering, had +reached the hidden couple. + +And then quite suddenly a silence fell, and on that silence beat +the sharp, clear voice of Diego de Susan addressing them. + +"My friends," he said, "I have called you hither that we may +concert measures for the protection of ourselves and all New- +Christians in Seville from the fresh peril by which we are +menaced. The edict of the inquisitors reveals how much we have to +fear. You may gather from it that the court of the Holy Office is +hardly likely to deal in justice, and that the most innocent may +find himself at any moment exposed to its cruel mercies. +Therefore it is for us now to consider how to protect ourselves +and our property from the unscrupulous activities of this +tribunal. You are the principal New Christian citizens of +Seville; you are wealthy, not only in property, but also in the +goodwill of the people, who trust and respect, and at need will +follow, you. If nothing less will serve, we must have recourse to +arms; and so that we are resolute and united, my friends, we +shall prevail against the inquisitors." + +Within the alcove, Don Rodrigo felt his skin roughening with +horror at this speech, which breathed sedition not only against +the Sovereigns, but against the very Church. And with his horror +was blent a certain increase of fear. If his situation had been +perilous before, it was tenfold more dangerous now. Discovery, +since he had overheard this treason, must mean his certain death. +And Isabella, realizing the same to the exclusion of all else, +clutched his arm and cowered against him in the dark. + +There was worse to follow. Susan's address was received with a +murmur of applause, and then others spoke, and several were +named, and their presence thus disclosed. There was the +influential Manuel Sauli, who next to Susan was the wealthiest +man in Seville; there was Torralba, the Governor of Triana; Juan +Abolafio, the farmer of the royal customs, and his brother +Fernandez, the licentiate, and there were others--all of them men +of substance, some even holding office under the Crown. Not one +was there who dissented from anything that Susan had said; rather +did each contribute some spur to the general resolve. In the end +it was concerted that each of those present should engage himself +to raise a proportion of the men, arms and money that would be +needed for their enterprise. And upon that the meeting was +dissolved, and they departed. Susan himself went with them. He +had work to do in the common cause, he announced, and he would do +it that very night in which it was supposed that he was absent at +Palacios. + +At last, when all had gone, and the house was still again, +Isabella and her lover crept forth from their concealment, and in +the light of the lamp which Susan had left burning each looked +into the other's white, startled face. So shaken was Don Rodrigo +with horror of what he had overheard, and with the terror of +discovery, that it was with difficulty he kept his teeth from +chattering. + +"Heaven protect us!" he gasped. "What Judaizing was this?" + +"Judaizing!" she echoed. It was the term applied to apostacy, to +the relapse of New-Christians to Judaism, an offense to be +expiated at the stake. "Here was no Judaizing. Are you mad, +Rodrigo? You heard no single word that sinned against the +Faith." + +"Did I not? I heard treason enough to." + +"No, nor treason either. You heard honourable, upright men +considering measures of defence against oppression, injustice, +and evil acquisitiveness masquerading in the holy garments of +religion." + +He stared askance at her for a moment, then his full lips curled +into a sneer. "Of course you would seek to justify them," he said. +"You are of that foul brood yourself. But you cannot think to +cozen me, who am of clean Old-christian blood and a true son of +Mother Church. These men plot evil against the Holy Inquisition. +Is that not Judaizing when it is done by Jews?" + +She was white to the lips, and a new horror stared at him from +her great dark eyes; her lovely bosom rose and fell in tumult. +Yet still she sought to reason with him. + +"They are not Jews--not one of them. Why, Perez is himself in +holy orders. All of them are Christians, and . . ." + +"Newly-baptized!" he broke in, sneering viciously. "A defilement +of that holy sacrament to gain them worldly advantages. That is +revealed by what passed here just now. Jews they were born, the +sons of Jews, and Jews they remain under their cloak of mock +Christianity, to be damned as Jews in the end." He was panting +now with fiery indignation; a holy zeal inflamed this profligate +defiler. "God forgive me that ever I entered here. Yet I do +believe that it was His will that I should come to overhear what +is being plotted. Let me depart from hence." + +With a passionate gesture of abhorrence he swung towards the +door. Her clutch upon his arm arrested him. + +"Whither do you go?" she asked trim sharply. He looked now into +her eyes, and of all that they contained he saw only fear; he saw +nothing of the hatred into which her love had been transmuted in +that moment by his unsparing insults to herself, her race and her +home, by the purpose which she clearly read in him. + +"Whither?" he echoed, and sought to shake her off. + +"Whither my Christian duty bids me." + +It was enough for her. Before he could prevent or suspect her +purpose, she had snatched the heavy Toledo blade from his girdle, +and armed with it stood between the door and him. + +"A moment, Don Rodrigo. Do not attempt to advance, or, as Heaven +watches us, I strike, and it maybe that I shall kill you. We must +talk awhile before you go." + +Amazed, chapfallen, half-palsied, he stood before her, his fine +religious zeal wiped out by fear of that knife in her weak +woman's hand. Rapidly to-night was she coming into real knowledge +of this Castilian gentleman, whom with pride she had taken for +her lover. It was a knowledge that was to sear her presently with +self-loathing and self-contempt. But for the moment her only +consideration was that, as a direct result of her own wantonness, +her father stood in mortal peril. If he should perish through the +deletion of this creature, she would account herself his slayer. + +"You have not considered that the deletion you intend will +destroy my father," she said quietly. + +"There is my Christian duty to consider," answered he, but +without boldness now. + +"Perhaps. But there is something you must set against it. Have +you no duty as a lover--no duty to me?" + +"No earthly duty can weigh against a spiritual obligation. . . ." + +"Ah, wait! Have patience. You have not well considered, that is +plain. In coming here in secret you wronged my father. You will +not trouble to deny it. + +"Jointly we wronged him, you and I. Will you then take advantage +of something learnt whilst you were hiding there like a thief +from the consequences of what you did, and so do him yet this +further wrong?" + +"Must I wrong my conscience?" he asked her sullenly. + +"Indeed, I fear you must." + +"Imperil my immortal soul?" He almost laughed. + +"You talk in vain." + +"But I have something more than words for you." With her left +hand she drew upon the fine gold chain about her neck, and +brought forth a tiny jewelled cross. Passing the chain over her +head, she held it out. + +"Take this," she bade him. "Take it, I say. Now, with that sacred +symbol in your hand, make solemn oath to divulge no word of what +you have learnt here tonight, or else resign yourself to an +unshriven death. For either you take that oath, or I rouse the +servants and have you dealt with as one who has intruded here +unbidden for an evil end." She backed away from him as she spoke, +and threw wide the door. Then, confronting him from the +threshold, she admonished him again, her voice no louder than a +whisper. "Quick now! Resolve yourself. Will you die here with +all your sins upon you, and so destroy for all eternity the +immortal soul that urges you to this betrayal, or will you take +the oath that I require?" + +He began an argument that was like a sermon of the Faith. But she +cut him short. "For the last time!" she bade him. "Will you +decide?" + +He chose the coward's part, of course, and did violence tomb fine +conscience. With the cross in his hand he repeated after her the +words of the formidable oath that she administered an oath which +it must damn his immortal soul to break. Because of that, because +she imagined that she had taken the measure of his faith, she +returned him his dagger, and let him go at last. She imagined +that she had bound him fast in irrefragable spiritual bonds. + +And even on the morrow, when her father and all those who had +been present at that meeting at Susan's house were arrested by +order of the Holy Office of the Inquisition, she still clung to +that belief. Yet presently a doubt crept in, a doubt that she +must at all costs resolve. And so presently she called for her +litter, and had herself carried to the Convent of St. Paul, where +she asked to see Frey Alonso de Ojeda, the Prior of the +Dominicans of Seville. + +She was left to wait in a square, cheerless, dimly-lighted room +pervaded by a musty smell, that had for only furniture a couple +of chairs and a praying-stool, and for only ornament a great, +gaunt crucifix hanging upon one of its whitewashed walls. + +Thither came presently two Dominican friars. One of these was a +harsh-featured man of middle height and square build, the +uncompromising zealot Ojeda. The other was tall and lean, +stooping slightly at the shoulders, haggard and pale of +countenance, with deep-set, luminous dark eyes, and a tender, +wistful mouth. This was the Queen's confessor, Frey Tomas de +Torquemada, Grand Inquisitor of Castile. He approached her, +leaving Ojeda in the background, and stood a moment regarding her +with eyes of infinite kindliness and compassion. + +"You are the daughter of that misguided man, Diego de Susan," he +said, in a gentle voice. "God help and strengthen you, my child, +against the trials that may be in store for you. What do you seek +at our poor hands? Speak, child, without fear." + +"Father," she faltered, "I come to implore your pity." + +"No need to implore it, child. Should I withhold pity who stand +myself in need of pity, being a sinner--as are we all." + +"It is for my father that I come to beg your mercy." + +"So I supposed." A shade crossed the gentle, wistful face; the +tender melancholy deepened in the eyes that regarded her. "If +your father is innocent of what has been alleged against him, the +benign tribunal of the Holy Office will bring his innocence to +light, and rejoice therein; if he is guilty, if he has strayed-- +as we may all stray unless fortified by heavenly grace--he shall +be given the means of expiation, that his salvation may be +assured him." + +She shivered at the words. She knew the mercy in which the +inquisitors dealt, a mercy so spiritual that it took no account +of the temporal agonies inflicted to ensure it. + +"My father is innocent of any sin against the Faith," said she. + +"Are you so sure?" croaked the harsh voice of Ojeda, breaking in. +"Consider well. Remember that your duty as a Christian is above +your duty as a daughter." + +Almost had she bluntly demanded the name of her father's accuser, +that thus she might reach the object of her visit. Betimes she +checked the rash impulse, perceiving that subtlety was here +required; that a direct question would close the door to all +information. Skilfully, then, she chose her line of attack. + +"I am sure," she exclaimed, "that he is a more fervent and pious +Christian--New-Christian though he be--than his accuser." + +The wistfulness faded from Torquemada's eyes. They grew keen, as +became the eyes of an inquisitor, the eyes of a sleuth, quick to +fasten on a spoor. But he shook his head. + +Ojeda advanced. "That I cannot believe," said he. "The deletion +was made from a sense of duty so pure that the delator did not +hesitate to confess the sin of his own commission through which +he had discovered the treachery of Don Diego and his associates." + +She could have cried out in anguish at this answer to her +unspoken question. Yet she controlled herself, and that no single +doubt should linger, she thrust boldly home. + +"He confessed it?" she cried, seemingly aghast. The friar slowly +nodded. "Don Rodrigo confessed?" she insisted, as will the +incredulous. + +Abruptly the friar nodded again; and as abruptly checked, +recollecting himself. + +"Don Rodrigo?" he echoed, and asked: "Who mentioned Don Rodrigo?" + +But it was too late. His assenting nod had betrayed the truth, +had confirmed her worst fear. She swayed a little; the room swam +round her, she felt as she would swoon. Then blind indignation +against that forsworn betrayer surged to revive her. If it was +through her weakness and undutifulness that her father had been +destroyed, through her strength should he be avenged, though in +doing so she pulled down and destroyed herself. + +"And he confessed to his own sin?" she was repeating slowly, ever +on that musing, incredulous note. "He dared confess himself a +Judaizer?" + +"A Judaizer!" Sheer horror now overspread the friar's grim +countenance. "A Judaizer! Don Rodrigo? Oh, impossible!" + +"But I thought you said he had confessed." + +"Why, yes, but . . . but not to that." Her pale lips smiled, +sadly contemptuous. + +"I see. He set limits of prudence upon his confession. He left +out his Judatting practices. He did not tell you, for instance, +that this deletion was an act of revenge against me who refused +to marry him, having discovered his unfaith, and fearing its +consequences in this world and the next." + +Ojeda stared at her in sheer, incredulous amazement. + +And then Torquemada spoke: "Do you say that Don Rodrigo de +Cardona is a Judaizer? Oh, it is unbelievable." + +"Yet I could give you evidence that should convince you." + +"Then so you shall. It is your sacred duty, lest you become an +abettor of heresy, and yourself liable to the extreme penalty." + +It would be a half-hour later, perhaps, when she quitted the +Convent of St. Paul to return home, with Hell in her heart, +knowing in life no purpose but that of avenging the parent her +folly had destroyed. As she was being carried past the Alcazar, +she espied across the open space a tall, slim figure in black, in +whom she recognized her lover, and straightway she sent the page +who paced beside her litter to call him to her side. The summons +surprised him after what had passed between them; moreover, +considering her father's present condition, he was reluctant to +be seen in attendance upon the beautiful, wealthy Isabella de +Susan. Nevertheless, urged on by curiosity, he went. + +Her greeting increased his surprise. + +"I am in deep distress, Rodrigo, as you may judge," she told him +sadly. "You will have heard what has befallen my father?" + +He looked at her sharply, yet saw nothing but loveliness rendered +more appealing by sorrow. Clearly she did not suspect him of +betrayal; did not realize that an oath extorted by violence--and +an oath, moreover, to be false to a sacred duty--could not be +accounted binding. + +"I . . . I heard of it an hour ago," he lied a thought +unsteadily. "I . . . I commiserate you deeply." + +"I deserve commiseration," answered she, "and so does my poor +father, and those others. It is plain that amongst those he +trusted there was a traitor, a spy, who went straight from that +meeting to inform against them. If I but had a list it were easy +to discover the betrayer. One need but ascertain who is the one +of all who were present whose arrest has been omitted." Her +lovely sorrowful eyes turned full upon him. "What is to become +of me now, alone in the world?" she asked him. "My father was +my only friend." + +The subtle appeal of her did its work swiftly. Besides, he saw +here a noble opportunity worth surely some little risk. + +"Your only friend?" he asked her thickly. "Was there no one else? +Is there no one else, Isabella?" + +"There was," she said, and sighed heavily. "But after what befell +last night, when . . . You know what is in my mind. I was +distraught then, mad with fear for this poor father of mine, so +that I could not even consider his sin in its full heinousness, +nor see how righteous was your intent to inform against him. Yet +I am thankful that it was not by your deletion that he was taken. +The thought of that is to-day my only consolation." + +They had reached her house by now. Don Rodrigo put forth his arm +to assist her to alight from her litter, and begged leave to +accompany her within. But she denied him. + +"Not now--though I am grateful to you, Rodrigo. Soon, if you will +come and comfort me, you may. I will send you word when I am more +able to receive you--that is, if I am forgiven for . . ." + +"Not another word," he begged her. "I honour you for what you +did. It is I who should sue to you for forgiveness." + +"You are very noble and generous, Don Rodrigo. God keep you!" And +so she left him. + +She had found him--had she but known it--a dejected, miserable +man in the act of reckoning up all that he had lost. In betraying +Susan he had acted upon an impulse that sprang partly from rage, +and partly from a sense of religious duty. In counting later the +cost to himself, he cursed the folly of his rage, and began to +wonder if such strict observance of religious duty was really +worth while to a man who had his way to make in the world. In +short, he was in the throes of reaction. But now, in her +unsuspicion, he found his hopes revive. She need never know. +The Holy Office preserved inviolate secrecy on the score of +deletions--since to do otherwise might be to discourage delators-- +and there were no confrontations of accuser and accused, such as +took place in temporal courts. Don Rodrigo left the Calle de +Ataud better pleased with the world than he had been since +morning. + +On the morrow he went openly to visit her; but he was denied, a +servant announcing her indisposed. This fretted him, damped his +hopes, and thereby increased his longing. But on the next day he +received from her a letter which made him the most ample amends: + +"Rodrigo,--There is a matter on which we must come early to an +understanding. Should my poor father be convicted of heresy and +sentenced, it follows that his property will be confiscated, +since as the daughter of a convicted heretic I may not inherit. +For myself I care little; but I am concerned for you, Rodrigo, +since if in spite of what has happened you would still wish to +make me your wife, as you declared on Monday, it would be my wish +to come to you well cowered. Now the inheritance which would be +confiscated by the Holy Office from the daughter of a heretic +might not be so confiscated from the wife of a gentleman of +Castile. I say no more. Consider this well, and decide as your +heart dictates. I shall receive you to-morrow if you come to me. + +"Isabella." + +She bade him consider well. But the matter really needed little +consideration. Diego de Susan was sure to go to the fire. His +fortune was estimated at ten million maravedis. That fortune, it +seemed, Rodrigo was given the chance to make his own by marrying +the beautiful Isabella at once, before sentence came to be passed +upon her father. The Holy Office might impose a fine, but would +not go further where the inheritance of a Castilian nobleman of +clean lineage was concerned. He was swayed between admiration of +her shrewdness and amazement at his own good fortune. Also his +vanity was immensely flattered. + +He sent her three lines to protest his undying love, and his +resolve to marry her upon the morrow, and went next day in +person, as she had bidden him, to carry out the resolve. + +She received him in the mansion's best room, a noble chamber +furnished with a richness such as no other house in Seville could +have boasted. She had arrayed herself for the interview with an +almost wanton cunning that should enhance her natural endowments. +Her high-waisted gown, low-cut and close-fitting in the bodice, +was of cloth of gold, edged with miniver at skirt and cuffs and +neck. On her white bosom hung a priceless carcanet of limpid +diamonds, and through the heavy tresses of her bronze-coloured +hair was coiled a string of lustrous pearls. Never had Don +Rodrigo found her more desirable; never had he felt so secure and +glad in his possession of her. The quickening blood flushing now +his olive face, he gathered her slim shapeliness into his arms, +kissing her cheek, her lips, her neck. + +"My pearl, my beautiful, my wife!" he murmured, rapturously. Then +added the impatient question: "The priest? Where is the priest +that shall make us one?" + +Deep, unfathomable eyes looked up to meet his burning glance. +Languorously she lay against his breast, and her red lips parted +in a smile that maddened him. + +"You love me, Rodrigo--in spite of all?" + +"Love you!" It was a throbbing, strangled cry, an almost +inarticulate ejaculation. "Better than life--better than +salvation." + +She fetched a sigh, as of deep content, and nestled closer. "Oh, +I am glad--so glad--that your love for me is truly strong. I am +about to put it to the test, perhaps." + +He held her very close. "What is this test, beloved?" + +"It is that I want this marriage knot so tied that it shall be +indissoluble save by death." + +"Why, so do I," quoth he, who had so much to gain. + +"And, therefore, because after all, though I profess +Christianity, there is Jewish blood in my veins, I would have a +marriage that must satisfy even my father when he regains his +freedom, as I believe he will--for, after all, he is not charged +with any sin against the faith." + +She paused, and he was conscious of a premonitory chill upon his +ardour. + +"What do you mean?" he asked her, and his voice was strained. + +"I mean--you'll not be angry with me?--I mean that I would have +us married not only by a Christian priest, and in the Christian +manner, but also and first of all by a Rabbi, and in accordance +with the Jewish rites." + +Upon the words, she felt his encircling arms turn limp, and relax +their grip upon her, whereupon she clung to him the more tightly. + +"Rodrigo! Rodrigo! If you truly love me, if you truly want me, +you'll not deny me this condition, for I swear to you that once I +am your wife you shall never hear anything again to remind you +that I am of Jewish blood." + +His face turned ghastly pale, his lips writhed and twitched, and +beads of sweat stood out upon his brow. + +"My God!" he groaned. "What do you ask? I . . . I can't. It were +a desecration, a defilement." + +She thrust him from her in a passion. "You regard it so? You +protest love, and in the very hour when I propose to sacrifice +all to you, you will not make this little sacrifice for my sake, +you even insult the faith that was my forbears', if it is not +wholly mine. I misjudged you, else I had not bidden you here to- +day. I think you had better leave me." + +Trembling, appalled, a prey to an ineffable tangle of emotion, he +sought to plead, to extenuate his attitude, to move her from her +own. He ranted torrentially, but in vain. She stood as cold and +aloof as earlier she had been warm and clinging. He had proved +the measure of his love. He could go his ways. + +The thing she proposed was to him, as he had truly said, a +desecration, a defilement. Yet to have dreamed yourself master of +ten million maravedis, and a matchless woman, is a dream not +easily relinquished. There was enough cupidity in his nature, +enough neediness in his condition, to make the realization of +that dream worth the defilement of the abominable marriage rites +upon which she insisted. But fear remained where Christian +scruples were already half-effaced. + +"You do not realize," he cried. "If it were known that I so much +as contemplated this, the Holy Office would account it clear +proof of apostasy, and send me to the fire." + +"If that were your only objection it were easily overcome," she +informed him coldly. "For who should ever inform against you? +The Rabbi who is waiting above-stairs dare not for his own life's +sake betray us, and who else will ever know?" + +"You can be sure of that?" + +He was conquered. But she played him yet awhile, compelling him +in his turn to conquer the reluctance which his earlier +hesitation had begotten in her, until it was he who pleaded +insistently for this Jewish marriage that filled him with such +repugnance. + +And so at last she yielded, and led him up to that bower of hers +in which the conspirators had met. + +"Where is the Rabbi?" he asked impatiently, looking round that +empty room. + +"I will summon him if you are quite sure that you desire him." + +"Sure? Have I not protested enough? Can you still doubt me?" + +"No," she said. She stood apart, conning him steadily. "Yet I +would not have it supposed that you were in any way coerced to +this." They were odd words; but he heeded not their oddness. He +was hardly master of the wits which in themselves were never of +the brightest. "I require you to declare that it is your own +desire that our marriage should be solemnized in accordance with +the Jewish rites and the law of Moses." + +And he, fretted now by impatience, anxious to have this thing +done and ended, made answer hastily: + +"Why, to be sure I do declare it to be my wish that we should be +so married--in the Jewish manner, and in accordance with the law +of Moses. And now, where is the Rabbi?" He caught a sound and saw +a quiver in the tapestries that masked the door of the alcove. +"Ah! He is here, I suppose...." + +He checked abruptly, and recoiled as from a blow, throwing up his +hands in a convulsive gesture. The tapestry had been swept aside, +and forth stepped not the Rabbi he expected, but a tall, gaunt +man, stooping slightly at the shoulders, dressed in the white +habit and black cloak of the order of St. Dominic, his face lost +in the shadows of a black cowl. Behind him stood two lay +brothers of the order, two armed familiars of the Holy Office, +displaying the white cross on their sable doublets. + +Terrified by that apparition, evoked, as it seemed, by those +terribly damning words he had pronounced, Don Rodrigo stood +blankly at gaze a moment, not even seeking to understand how this +dread thing had come to pass. + +The friar pushed back his cowl, as he advanced, and displayed the +tender, compassionate, infinitely wistful countenance of Frey +Tomas de Torquemada. And infinitely compassionate and wistful +came the voice of that deeply sincere and saintly man. + +"My son, I was told this of you--that you were a Judaizer--yet +before I could bring myself to believe so incredible a thing in +one of your lineage, I required the evidence of my own senses. +Oh, my poor child, by what wicked counsels have you been led so +far astray?" The sweet, tender eyes of the inquisitor were +luminous with unshed tears. Sorrowing pity shook his gentle +voice. + +And then Don Rodrigo's terror changed to wrath, and this +exploded. He flung out an arm towards Isabella in passionate +denunciation. + +"It was that woman who bewitched and fooled and seduced me into +this. It was a trap she baited for my undoing." + +"It was, indeed. She had my consent to do so, to test the faith +which I was told you lacked. Had your heart been free of +heretical pravity the trap had never caught you; had your faith +been strong, my son, you could not have been seduced from loyalty +to your Redeemers" + +"Father! Hear me, I implore you!" He flung down upon his knees, +and held out shaking, supplicating hands. + +"You shall be heard, my son. The Holy Office does not condemn any +man unheard. But what hope can you put in protestations? I had +been told that your life was disorderly and vain, and I grieved +that it should be so, trembled for you when I heard how wide you +opened the gates of your soul to evil. But remembering that age +and reason will often make good and penitent amends for the +follies of early life, I hoped and prayed for you. Yet that you +should Judaize--that you should be bound in wedlock by the +unclean ties of Judaism--Oh!" The melancholy voice broke off upon +a sob, and Torquemada covered his pale face with his hands--long, +white, emaciated, almost transparent hands. "Pray now, my child, +for grace and strength," he exhorted. "Offer up the little +temporal suffering that may yet be yours in atonement for your +error, and so that your heart be truly contrite and penitent, you +shall deserve salvation from that Divine Mercy which is +boundless. You shall have my prayers, my son. I can do no more. +Take him hence." + +On the 6th of February of that year 1481, Seville witnessed the +first Auto de Fe, the sufferers being Diego de Susan, his fellow- +conspirators, and Don Rodrigo de Cardona. The function presented +but little of the ghastly pomp that was soon to distinguish these +proceedings. But the essentials were already present. + +In a procession headed by a Dominican bearing aloft the green +Cross of the Inquisition, swathed in a veil of crepe, behind whom +walked two by two the members of the Confraternity of St. Peter +the Martyr, the familiars of the Holy Office, came the condemned, +candle in hand, barefoot, in the ignominious yellow penitential +sack. Hemmed about by halberdiers, they were paraded through the +streets to the Cathedral, where Mass was said and a sermon of the +faith preached to them by the stern Ojeda. Thereafter they were +conveyed beyond the city to the meadows of Tablada, where the +stake and faggots awaited them. + +Thus the perjured accuser perished in the same holocaust with the +accused. Thus was Isabella de Susan, known as la Hermosa Fembra, +avenged by falseness upon the worthless lover who made her by +falseness the instrument of her father's ruin. + +For herself, when all was over, she sought the refuge of a +convent. But she quitted it without professing. The past gave her +no peace, and she returned to the world to seek in excesses an +oblivion which the cloister denied her and only death could give. +In her will she disposed that her skull should be placed over the +doorway of the house in the Calle de Ataud, as a measure of +posthumous atonement for her sins. And there the fleshless, +grinning skull of that once lovely head abode for close upon four +hundred years. It was still to be seen there when Buonaparte's +legions demolished the Holy Office of the Inquisition. + + + + + + +IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + +The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + + + +There is not in all that bitter tragi-comic record of human +frailty which we call History a sadder story than this of the +Princess Anne, the natural daughter of the splendid Don John of +Austria, natural son of the Emperor Charles V. and, so, half- +brother to the bowelless King Philip II. of Spain. Never was +woman born to royal or semi-royal state who was more utterly the +victim of the circumstances of her birth. + +Of the natural sons of princes something could be made, as +witness the dazzling career of Anne's own father; but for natural +daughters--and especially for one who, like herself, bore a +double load of cadency--there was little use or hope. Their royal +blood set them in a class apart; their bastardy denied them the +worldly advantages of that spurious eminence. Their royal blood +prescribed that they must mate with princes; their bastardy +raised obstacles to their doing so. Therefore, since the world +would seem to hold no worthy place for them, it was expedient to +withdraw them from the world before its vanities beglamoured +them, and to immure them in convents, where they might aspire +with confidence to the sterile dignity of abbesshood. + +Thus it befell with Anne. At the early age of six she had been +sent to the Benedictine convent at Burgos, and in adolescence +removed thence to the Monastery of Santa Maria la Real at +Madrigal, where it was foreordained that she should take the +veil. She went unwillingly. She had youth, and youth's hunger of +life, and not even the repressive conditions in which she had +been reared had succeeded in extinguishing her high spirit or in +concealing from her the fact that she was beautiful. On the +threshold of that convent which by her dread uncle's will was to +be her living tomb, above whose gates her spirit may have beheld +the inscription, "Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate!" she +made her protest, called upon the bishop who accompanied her to +bear witness that she did not go of her own free will. + +But what she willed was a matter of no account. King Philip's +was, under God's, the only will in Spain. Still, less perhaps to +soften the sacrifice imposed upon her than because of what he +accounted due to one of his own blood, his Catholic Majesty +accorded her certain privileges unusual to members of religious +communities: he granted her a little civil list--two ladies-in- +waiting and two grooms--and conferred upon her the title of +Excellency, which she still retained even when after her hurried +novitiate of a single year she had taken the veil. She submitted +where to have striven would have been to have spent herself in +vain; but her resignation was only of the body, and this dejected +body moved mechanically through the tasks and recreations that go +to make up the grey monotone of conventual existence; in which +one day is as another day, one hour as another hour; in which the +seasons of the year lose their significance; in which time has no +purpose save for its subdivision into periods devoted to sleeping +and waking, to eating and fasting, to praying and contemplating, +until life loses all purpose and object, and sterilizes itself +into preparation for death. + +Though they might command and compel her body, her spirit +remained unfettered in rebellion. Anon the claustral apathy might +encompass her; in time and by slow degrees she might become +absorbed into the grey spirit of the place. But that time was not +yet. For the present she must nourish her caged and starving soul +with memories of glimpses caught in passing of the bright, +active, stirring world without; and where memory stopped she had +now beside her a companion to regale her with tales of high +adventure and romantic deeds and knightly feats, which served but +to feed and swell her yearnings. + +This companion, Frey Miguel de Souza, was a Portuguese friar of +the order of St. Augustine, a learned, courtly man who had moved +in the great world and spoke with the authority of an eye- +witness. And above all he loved to talk of that last romantic +King of Portugal, with whom he had been intimate, that high- +spirited, headstrong, gallant, fair-haired lad Sebastian, who at +the age of four-and-twenty had led the disastrous overseas +expedition against the Infidel, which had been shattered on the +field of Alcacer-el-Kebir some fifteen years ago. + +He loved to paint for her in words the dazzling knightly pageants +he had seen along the quays at Lisbon, when that expedition was +embarking with crusader ardour, the files of Portuguese knights +and men-at-arms, the array of German and Italian mercenaries, the +young king in his bright armour, bare of head--an incarnation of +St. Michael--moving forward exultantly amid flowers and +acclamations to take ship for Africa. And she would listen with +parted lips and glistening eyes, her slim body bending forward in +her eagerness to miss no word of this great epic. Anon when he +came to tell of that disastrous day of Alcacer-el-Kebir, her +dark, eager eyes would fill with tears. His tale of it was hardly +truthful. He did not say that military incompetence and a +presumptuous vanity which would listen to no counsels had been +the cause of a ruin that had engulfed the chivalry of Portugal, +and finally the very kingdom itself. He represented the defeat as +due to the overwhelming numbers of the Infidel, and dwelt at +length upon the closing scene, told her in fullest detail how +Sebastian had scornfully rejected the counsels of those who urged +him to fly when all was lost, how the young king, who had fought +with a lion-hearted courage, unwilling to survive the day's +defeat, had turned and ridden back alone into the Saracen host to +fight his last fight and find a knightly death. Thereafter he was +seen no more. + +It was a tale she never tired of hearing, and it moved her more +and more deeply each time she listened to it. She would ply him +with questions touching this Sebastian, who had been her cousin, +concerning his ways of life, his boyhood, and his enactments when +he came to the crown of Portugal. And all that Frey Miguel de +Souza told her served but to engrave more deeply upon her virgin +mind the adorable image of the knightly king. Ever present in the +daily thoughts of this ardent girl, his empanoplied figure +haunted now her sleep, so real and vivid that her waking senses +would dwell fondly upon the dream-figure as upon the memory of +someone seen in actual life; likewise she treasured up the memory +of the dream--words he had uttered, words it would seem begotten +of the longings of her starved and empty heart, words of a kind +not calculated to bring peace to the soul of a nun professed. She +was enamoured, deeply, fervently, and passionately enamoured of a +myth, a mental image of a man who had been dust these fifteen +years. She mourned him with a fond widow's mourning; prayed daily +and nightly for the repose of his soul, and in her exaltation +waited now almost impatiently for death that should unite her +with him. Taking joy in the thought that she should go to him a +maid, she ceased at last to resent the maidenhood that had been +imposed upon her. + +One day a sudden, wild thought filled her with a strange +excitement. + +"Is it so certain that he is dead?" she asked. "When all is said, +none actually saw him die, and you tell me that the body +surrendered by Mulai-Ahmed-ben-Mahomet was disfigured beyond +recognition. Is it not possible that he may have survived?" + +The lean, swarthy face of Frey Miguel grew pensive. He did not +impatiently scorn the suggestion as she had half-feared he would. + +"In Portugal," he answered slowly, "it is firmly believed that he +lives, and that one day he will come, like another Redeemer, to +deliver his country from the thrall of Spain." + +"Then . . . then . . ." + +Wistfully, he smiled. "A people will always believe what it +wishes to believe." + +"But you, yourself?" she pressed him. + +He did not answer her at once. The cloud of thought deepened on +his ascetic face. He half turned from her--they were standing in +the shadow of the fretted cloisters--and his pensive eyes roamed +over the wide quadrangle that was at once the convent garden and +burial ground. Out there in the sunshine amid the hum of +invisible but ubiquitously pulsating life, three nuns, young and +vigorous, their arms bared to the elbows, the skirts of their +black habits shortened by a cincture of rope, revealing feet +roughly shod in wood, were at work with spade and mattock, +digging their own graves in memento mori. Amid the shadows of the +cloisters, within sight but beyond earshot, hovered Dona Maria de +Grado and Dona Luiza Nieto, the two nobly-born nuns appointed by +King Philip to an office as nearly akin to that of ladies-in- +waiting as claustral conditions would permit. + +At length Frey Miguel seemed to resolve himself. + +"Since you ask me, why should I not tell you? When I was on my +way to preach the funeral oration in the Cathedral at Lisbon, as +befitted one who had been Don Sebastian's preacher, I was warned +by a person of eminence to have a care of what I said of Don +Sebastian, for not only was he alive, but he would be secretly +present at the Requiem." + +He met her dilating glance, noted the quivering of her parted +lips. + +"But that," he added, "was fifteen years ago, and since then I +have had no sign. At first I thought it possible . . . there was +a story afloat that might have been true . . . But fifteen +years!" He sighed, and shook his head. + +"What . . . what was the story?" She was trembling from head to +foot. + +"On the night after the battle three horsemen rode up to the +gates of the fortified coast-town of Arzilla. When the timid +guard refused to open to them, they announced that one of them +was King Sebastian, and so won admittance. One of the three was +wrapped in a cloak, his face concealed, and his two companions +were observed to show him the deference due to royalty." + +"Why, then . . ." she was beginning. + +"Ah, but afterwards," he interrupted her, "afterwards, when all +Portugal was thrown into commotion by that tale, it was denied +that King Sebastian had been among these horsemen. It was +affirmed to have been no more than a ruse of those men's to gain +the shelter of the city." + +She questioned and cross-questioned him upon that, seeking to +draw from him the admission that it was possible denial and +explanation obeyed the wishes of the hidden prince. + +"Yes, it is possible," he admitted at length, "and it is believed +by many to be the fact. Don Sebastian was as sensitive as high- +spirited. The shame of his defeat may have hung so heavily upon +him that he preferred to remain in hiding, and to sacrifice a +throne of which he now felt himself unworthy. Half Portugal +believes it so, and waits and hopes." + +When Frey Miguel parted from her that day, he took with him the +clear conviction that not in all Portugal was there a soul who +hoped more fervently than she that Don Sebastian lived, or +yearned more passionately to acclaim him should he show himself. +And that was much to think, for the yearning of Portugal was as +the yearning of the slave for freedom. + +Sebastian's mother was King Philip's sister, whereby King Philip +had claimed the succession, and taken possession of the throne of +Portugal. Portugal writhed under the oppressive heel of that +foreign rule, and Frey Miguel de Sousa himself, a deeply, +passionately patriotic man, had been foremost among those who had +sought to liberate her. When Don Antonio, the sometime Prior of +Crato, Sebastian's natural cousin, and a bold, ambitious, +enterprising man, had raised the standard of revolt, the friar +had been the most active of all his coadjutators. In those days +Frey Miguel, who was the Provincial of his order, a man widely +renowned for his learning and experience of affairs, who had been +preacher to Don Sebastian and confessor to Don Antonio, had +wielded a vast influence in Portugal. That influence he had +unstintingly exerted on behalf of the Pretender, to whom he was +profoundly devoted. After Don Antonio's army had been defeated on +land by the Duke of Alba, and his fleet shattered in the Azores +in 1582 by the Marquis of Santa Cruz, Frey Miguel found himself +deeply compromised by his active share in the rebellion. He was +arrested and suffered a long imprisonment in Spain. In the end, +because he expressed repentance, and because Philip II., aware of +the man's gifts and worth, desired to attach him to himself by +gratitude, he was enlarged, and appointed Vicar of Santa Maria la +Real, where he was now become confessor, counsellor and confidant +of the Princess Anne of Austria. + +But his gratitude to King Philip was not of a kind to change his +nature, to extinguish his devotion to the Pretender, Don Antonio-- +who, restlessly ambitious, continued ceaselessly to plot abroad-- +or yet to abate the fervour of his patriotism. The dream of his +life was ever the independence of Portugal, with a native prince +upon the throne. And because of Anne's fervent hope, a hope that +grew almost daily into conviction, that Sebastian had survived +and would return one day to claim his kingdom, those two at +Madrigal, in that quiet eddy of the great stream of life, were +drawn more closely to each other. + +But as the years passed, and Anne's prayers remained unanswered +and the deliverer did not come, her hopes began to fade again. +Gradually she reverted to her earlier frame of mind in which all +hopes were set upon a reunion with the unknown beloved in the +world to come. + +One evening in the spring of 1594--four years after the name of +Sebastian had first passed between the priest and the princess-- +Frey Miguel was walking down the main street of Madrigal, a +village whose every inhabitant was known to him, when he came +suddenly face to face with a stranger. A stranger would in any +case have drawn his attention, but there was about this man +something familiar to the friar, something that stirred in him +vague memories of things long forgotten. His garb of shabby black +was that of a common townsman, but there was something in his air +and glance, his soldierly carriage, and the tilt of his bearded +chin, that belied his garb. He bore upon his person the stamp of +intrepidity and assurance. + +Both halted, each staring at the other, a faint smile on the lips +of the stranger--who, in the fading light, might have been of any +age from thirty to fifty--a puzzled frown upon the brow of the +friar. Then the man swept off his broad-brimmed hat. + +"God save your paternity," was his greeting. + +"God save you, my son," replied Frey Miguel, still pondering him. +"I seem to know you. Do I?" + +The stranger laughed. "Though all the world forget, your +paternity should remember me" + +And then Frey Miguel sucked in his breath sharply. "My God!" he +cried, and set a hand upon the fellow's shoulder, looking deeply +into those bold, grey eyes. "What make you here?" + +"I am a pastry-cook." + +"A pastry-cook? You?" + +"One must live, and it is a more honest trade than most. I was in +Valladolid, when I heard that your paternity was the Vicar of the +Convent here, and so for the sake of old times--of happier times-- +I bethought me that I might claim your paternity's support." He +spoke with a careless arrogance, half-tinged with mockery. + +"Assuredly . . ." began the priest, and then he checked. "Where +is your shop?" + +"Just down the street. Will your paternity honour me?" + +Frey Miguel bowed, and together they departed. + +For three days thereafter the convent saw the friar only in the +celebration of the Mass. But on the morning of the fourth, he +went straight from the sacristy to the parlour, and, despite the +early hour, desired to see her Excellency. + +"Lady," he told her, "I have great news; news that will rejoice +your heart." She looked at him, and saw the feverish glitter in +his sunken eyes, the hectic flush on his prominent cheek-bones. +"Don Sebastian lives. I have seen him." + +A moment she stared at him as if she did not understand. Then she +paled until her face became as white as the nun's coil upon her +brow; her breath came in a faint moan, she stiffened, and swayed +upon her feet, and caught at the back of a prie-dieu to steady +and save herself from falling. He saw that he had blundered by +his abruptness, that he had failed to gauge the full depth of her +feelings for the Hidden Prince, and for a moment feared that she +would swoon under the shock of the news he had so recklessly +delivered. + +"What do you say? Oh, what do you say?" she moaned, her eyes +half-closed. + +He repeated the news in more measured, careful terms, exerting +all the magnetism of his will to sustain her reeling senses. +Gradually she quelled the storm of her emotions. + +"And you say that you have seen him? Oh!" Once more the colour +suffused her cheeks, and her eyes glowed, her expression became +radiant. "Where is he?" + +"Here. Here in Madrigal." + +"In Madrigal?" She was all amazement. "But why in Madrigal?" + +"He was in Valladolid, and there heard that I--his sometime +preacher and counsellor--was Vicar here at Santa Maria la Real. +He came to seek me. He comes disguised, under the false name of +Gabriel de Espinosa, and setting up as a pastry-cook until his +term of penance shall be completed, and he shall be free to +disclose himself once more to his impatiently awaiting people." + +It was bewildering, intoxicating news to her. It set her mind in +turmoil, made of her soul a battle-ground for mad hope and +dreadful fear. This dream-prince, who for four years had been the +constant companion of her thoughts, whom her exalted, ardent, +imaginative, starved Soul had come to love with a consuming +passion, was a living reality near at hand, to be seen in the +flesh by the eyes of her body. It was a thought that set her in +an ecstasy of terror, so that she dared not ask Frey Miguel to +bring Don Sebastian to her. But she plied him with questions, and +so elicited from him a very circumstantial story. + +Sebastian, after his defeat and escape, had made a vow upon the +Holy Sepulchre to lay aside the royal dignity of which he deemed +that he had proved himself unworthy, and to do penance for the +pride that had brought him down, by roaming the world in humble +guise, earning his bread by the labour of his hands and the sweat +of his brow like any common hind, until he should have purged his +offense and rendered himself worthy once more to resume the +estate to which he had been born. + +It was a tale that moved her pity to the point of tears. It +exalted her hero even beyond the eminence he had already held in +her fond dreams, particularly when to that general outline were +added in the days that followed details of the wanderings and +sufferings of the Hidden Prince. At last, some few weeks after +that first startling announcement of his presence, in the early +days of August of that year 1594, Frey Miguel proposed to her the +thing she most desired, yet dared not beg. + +"I have told His Majesty of your attachment to his memory in all +these years in which we thought him dead, and he is deeply +touched. He desires your leave to come and prostrate himself at +your feet." + +She crimsoned from brow to chin, then paled again; her bosom +heaved in tumult. Between dread and yearning she spoke a faint +consent. + +Next day he came, brought by Frey Miguel to the convent parlour, +where her Excellency waited, her two attendant nuns discreetly in +the background. Her eager, frightened eyes beheld a man of middle +height, dignified of mien and carriage, dressed with extreme +simplicity, yet without the shabbiness in which Frey Miguel had +first discovered him. + +His hair was of a light brown--the colour to which the golden +locks of the boy who had sailed for Africa some fifteen years ago +might well have faded--his beard of an auburn tint, and his eyes +were grey. His face was handsome, and save for the colour of his +eyes and the high arch of his nose presented none of the +distinguishing and marring features peculiar to the House of +Austria, from which Don Sebastian derived through his mother. + +Hat in hand, he came forward, and went down on one knee before +her. + +"I am here to receive your Excellency's commands," he said. + +She steadied her shuddering knees and trembling lips. + +"Are you Gabriel de Espinosa, who has come to Madrigal to set up +as a pastry-cook?" she asked him. + +"To serve your Excellency." + +"Then be welcome, though I am sure that the trade you least +understand is that of a pastry-cook." + +The kneeling man bowed his handsome head, and fetched a deep +sigh. + +"If in the past I had better understood another trade, I should +not now be reduced to following this one." + +She urged him now to rise, hereafter the entertainment between +them was very brief on that first occasion. He departed upon a +promise to come soon again, and the undertaking on her side to +procure for his shop the patronage of the convent. + +Thereafter it became his custom to attend the morning Mass +celebrated by Frey Miguel in the convent chapel--which was open +to the public--and afterwards to seek the friar in the sacristy +and accompany him thence to the convent parlour, where the +Princess waited, usually with one or another of her attendant +nuns. These daily interviews were brief at first, but gradually +they lengthened until they came to consume the hours to dinner- +time, and presently even that did not suffice, and Sebastian must +come again later in the day. + +And as the interviews increased and lengthened, so they grew also +in intimacy between the royal pair, and plans for Sebastian's +future came to be discussed. She urged him to proclaim himself. +His penance had been overlong already for what was really no +fault at all, since it is the heart rather than the deed that +Heaven judges, and his heart had been pure, his intention in +making war upon the Infidel loftily pious. Diffidently he +admitted that it might be so, but both he and Frey Miguel were of +opinion that it would be wiser now to await the death of Philip +II., which, considering his years and infirmities, could not be +long delayed. Out of jealousy for his possessions, King Philip +might oppose Sebastian's claims. + +Meanwhile these daily visits of Espinosa's, and the long hours he +spent in Anne's company gave, as was inevitable, rise to scandal, +within and without the convent. She was a nun professed, +interdicted from seeing any man but her confessor other than +through the parlour grating, and even then not at such length or +with such constancy as this. The intimacy between them--fostered +and furthered by Frey Miguel--had so ripened in a few weeks that +Anne was justified in looking upon him as her saviour from the +living tomb to which she had been condemned, in hoping that he +would restore her to the life and liberty for which she had ever +yearned by taking her to Queen when his time came to claim his +own. What if she was a nun professed? Her profession had been +against her will, preceded by only one year of novitiate, and she +was still within the five probationary years prescribed. +Therefore, in her view, her vows were revocable. + +But this was a matter beyond the general consideration or +knowledge, and so the scandal grew. Within the convent there +was none bold enough, considering Anne's royal rank, to offer +remonstrance or advice, particularly too, considering that her +behaviour had the sanction of Frey Miguel, the convent's +spiritual adviser. But from without, from the Provincial of +the Order of St. Augustine, came at last a letter to Anne, +respectfully stern in tone, to inform her that the numerous +visits she received from a pastry-cook were giving rise to talk, +for which it would be wise to cease to give occasion. That +recommendation scorched her proud, sensitive soul with shame. She +sent her servant Roderos at once to fetch Frey Miguel, and placed +the letter in his hands. + +The friar's dark eyes scanned it and grew troubled. + +"It was to have been feared," he said, and sighed. + +"There is but one remedy, lest worse follow and all be ruined. +Don Sebastian must go." + +"Go?" Fear robbed her of breath. "Go where?" + +"Away from Madrigal--anywhere--and at once; tomorrow at latest." +And then, seeing the look of horror in her face, "What else, what +else?" he added, impatiently. "This meddlesome provincial may be +stirring up trouble already." + +She fought down her emotion. "I . . . I shall see him before he +goes?" she begged. + +"I don't know. It may not be wise. I must consider." He flung +away in deepest perturbation, leaving her with a sense that life +was slipping from her. + +That late September evening, as she sat stricken in her room, +hoping against hope for at least another glimpse of him, Dona +Maria de Grado brought word that Espinosa was even then in the +convent in Frey Miguel's cell. Fearful lest he should be smuggled +thence without her seeing him, And careless of the impropriety of +the hour--it was already eight o'clock and dusk was falling--she +at once dispatched Roderos to the friar, bidding him bring +Espinosa to her in the parlour. + +The friar obeyed, and the lovers--they were no less by now--came +face to face in anguish. + +"My lord, my lord," she cried, casting all prudence to the winds, +"what is decided?" + +"That I leave in the morning," he answered. + +"To go where?" She was distraught. + +"Where?" He shrugged. "To Valladolid at first, and then . . . +where God pleases." + +"And when shall I see you again?" + +"When . . . when God pleases." + +"Oh, I am terrified . . . if I should lose you . . . if I should +never see you more!" She was panting, distraught. + +"Nay, lady, nay," he answered. "I shall come for you when the +time is ripe. I shall return by All Saints, or by Christmas at +the latest, and I shall bring with me one who will avouch me." + +"What need any to avouch you to me?" she protested, on a note of +fierceness. "We belong to each other, you and I. But you are free +to roam the world, and I am caged here and helpless. . ." + +"Ah, but I shall free you soon, and we'll go hence together. +See." He stepped to the table. There was an ink-horn, a box of +pounce, some quills, and a sheaf of paper there. He took up a +quill, and wrote with labour, for princes are notoriously poor +scholars: + +"I, Don Sebastian, by the Grace of God King of Portugal, take to +wife the most serene Dona ulna of Austria, daughter of the most +serene Prince, Don John of Austria, by virtue of the disiensation +which I hold from two pontiffs." + +And he signed it--after the manner of the Kings of Portugal in +all ages--"El Rey"--the King. + +"Will that content you, lady?" he pleaded, handing it to her. + +"How shall this scrawl content me?" + +"It is a bond I shall redeem as soon as Heaven will permit." + +Thereafter she fell to weeping, and he to protesting, until Frey +Miguel urged him to depart, as it grew late. And then she forgot +her own grief, and became all solicitude for him, until naught +would content her but she must empty into his hands her little +store of treasure--a hundred ducats and such jewels as she +possessed, including a gold watch set with diamonds and a ring +bearing a cameo portrait of King Philip, and last of all a +portrait of herself, of the size of a playing-card. + +At last, as ten was striking, he was hurried away. Frey Miguel +had gone on his knees to him, and kissed his hand, what time he +had passionately urged him not to linger; and then Sebastian had +done the same by the Princess both weeping now. At last he was +gone, and on the arm of Dona Maria de Grado the forlorn Anne +staggered back to her cell to weep and pray. + +In the days that followed she moved, pale and listless, oppressed +by her sense of loss and desolation, a desolation which at last +she sought to mitigate by writing to him to Valladolid, whither +he had repaired. Of all those letters only two survive. + +"My king and lord," she wrote in one of these, "alas! How we +suffer by absence! I am so filled with the pain of it that if I +did not seek the relief of writing to your Majesty and thus spend +some moments in communion with you, there would be an end to me. +What I feel to-day is what I feel every day when I recall the +happy moments sodeliciously spent, which are no more. This +privation is for me so severe a punishment of heaven that I +should call it unjust, for without cause I find myself deprived +of the happiness missed by me for so many years and purchased at +the price of suffering and tears. Ah, my lord, how willingly, +nevertheless, would I not suffer all over again the misfortunes +that have crushed me if thus I might spare your Majesty the least +of them. May He who rules the world grant my prayers and set a +term to so great an unhappiness, and to the intolerable torment I +suffer through being deprived of the presence of your Majesty. It +were impossible for long to suffer so much pain and live. + +"I belong to you, my lord; you know it already. The troth I +plighted to you I shall keep in life and in death, for death +itself could not tear it from my soul, and this immortal soul +will harbour it through eternity. . ." + +Thus and much more in the same manner wrote the niece of King +Philip of Spain to Gabriel Espinosa, the pastry-cook, in his +Valladolid retreat. How he filled his days we do not know, +beyond the fact that he moved freely abroad. For it was in the +streets of that town that meddlesome Fate brought him face to +face one day with Gregorio Gonzales, under whom Espinosa had been +a scullion once in the service of the Count of Nyeba. + +Gregorio hailed him, staring round-eyed; for although Espinosa's +garments were not in their first freshness they were far from +being those of a plebeian. + +"In whose service may you be now?" quoth the intrigued Gregorio, +so soon as greetings had passed between them. + +Espinosa shook off his momentary embarrassment, and took the hand +of his sometime comrade. "Times are changed, friend Gregorio. I +am not in anybody's service, rather do I require servants +myself." + +"Why, what is your present situation?" + +Loftily Espinosa put him off. "No matter for that," he answered, +with a dignity that forbade further questions. He gathered his +cloak about him to proceed upon his way. "If there is anything +you wish for I shall be happy, for old times' sake, to oblige +you." + +But Gregorio was by no means disposed to part from him. We do not +readily part from an old friend whom we rediscover in an +unsuspected state of affluence. Espinosa must home with Gregorio. +Gregorio's wife would be charmed to renew his acquaintance, and +to hear from his own lips of his improved and prosperous state. +Gregorio would take no refusal, and in the end Espinosa, yielding +to his insistence, went with him to the sordid quarter where +Gregorio had his dwelling. + +About an unclean table of pine, in a squalid room, sat the +three--Espinosa, Gregorio, and Gregorio's wife; but the latter +displayed none of the signs of satisfaction at Espinosa's +prosperity which Gregorio had promised. Perhaps Espinosa observed +her evil envy, and it may have been to nourish it--which is the +surest way to punish envy--that he made Gregorio a magnificent +offer of employment. + +"Enter my service," said he, "and I will pay you fifty ducats +down and four ducats a month." + +Obviously they were incredulous of his affluence. To convince +them he displayed a gold watch--most rare possession--set with +diamonds, a ring of price, and other costly jewels. The couple +stared now with dazzled eyes. + +"But didn't you tell me when we were in Madrid together that you +had been a pastry-cook at Ocana?" burst from Gregorio. + +Espinosa smiled. "How many kings and princes have been compelled +to conceal themselves under disguises?" he asked oracularly. And +seeing them stricken, he must play upon them further. Nothing, it +seems, was sacred to him--not even the portrait of that lovely, +desolate royal lady in her convent at Madrigal. Forth he plucked +it, and thrust it to them across the stains of wine and oil that +befouled their table. + +"Look at this beautiful lady, the most beautiful in Spain," he +bade them. "A prince could not have a lovelier bride." + +"But she is dressed as a nun," the woman protested. "How, then, +can she marry?" + +"For kings there are no laws," he told her with finality. + +At last he departed, but bidding Gregorio to think of the offer +he had made him. He would come again for the cook's reply, +leaving word meanwhile of where he was lodged. + +They deemed him mad, and were disposed to be derisive. Yet the +woman's disbelief was quickened into malevolence by the jealous +fear that what he had told them of himself might, after all, be +true. Upon that malevolence she acted forthwith, lodging an +information with Don Rodrigo de Santillan, the Alcalde of +Valladolid. + +Very late that night Espinosa was roused from his sleep to find +his room invaded by alguaziles--the police of the Alcalde. He was +arrested and dragged before Don Rodrigo to give an account of +himself and of certain objects of value found in his possession-- +more particularly of a ring, on the cameo of which was carved a +portrait of King Philip. + +"I am Gabriel de Espinosa," he answered firmly, "a pastry-cook of +Madrigal." + +"Then how come you by these jewels?" + +"They were given me by Dona Ana of Austria to sell for her +account. That is the business that has brought me to Valladolid." + +"Is this Dona Ana's portrait?" + +"It is." + +"And this lock of hair? Is that also Dona Ana's? And do you, +then, pretend that these were also given you to sell?" + +"Why else should they be given me?" + +Don Rodrigo wondered. They were useless things to steal, and as +for the lock of hair, where should the fellow find a buyer for +that? The Alcalde conned his man more closely, and noted that +dignity of bearing, that calm assurance which usually is founded +upon birth and worth. He sent him to wait in prison, what time he +went to ransack the fellow's house in Madrigal. + +Don Rodrigo was prompt in acting; yet even so his prisoner +mysteriously found means to send a warning that enabled Frey +Miguel to forestall the Alcalde. Before Don Rodrigo's arrival, +the friar had abstracted from Espinosa's house a box of papers +which he reduced to ashes. Unfortunately Espinosa had been +careless. Four letters not confided to the box were discovered by +the alguaziles. Two of them were from Anne--one of which supplies +the extract I have given; the other two from Frey Miguel himself. + +Those letters startled Don Rodrigo de Santillan. He was a shrewd +reasoner and well-informed. He knew how the justice of Castile +was kept on the alert by the persistent plottings of the +Portuguese Pretender, Don Antonio, sometime Prior of Crato. He +was intimate with the past life of Frey Miguel, knew his self- +sacrificing patriotism and passionate devotion to the cause of +Don Antonio, remembered the firm dignity of his prisoner, and +leapt at a justifiable conclusion. The man in his hands--the man +whom the Princess Anne addressed in such passionate terms by the +title of Majesty--was the Prior of Crato. He conceived that he +had stumbled here upon something grave and dangerous. He ordered +the arrest of Frey Miguel, and then proceeded to visit Dona Ana +at the convent. His methods were crafty, and depended upon the +effect of surprise. He opened the interview by holding up +before her one of the letters he had found, asking her if she +acknowledged it for her own. + +She stared a moment panic-stricken; then snatched it from his +hands, tore it across, and would have torn again, but that he +caught her wrists in a grip of iron to prevent her, with little +regard in that moment for the blood royal in her veins. King +Philip was a stern master, pitiless to blunderers, and Don +Rodrigo knew he never would be forgiven did he suffer that +precious letter to be destroyed. + +Overpowered in body and in spirit, she surrendered the fragments +and confessed the letter her own. + +"What is the real name of this man, who calls himself a pastry- +cook, and to whom you write in such terms as these?" quoth the +magistrate. + +"He is Don Sebastian, King of Portugal." And to that declaration +she added briefly the story of his escape from Alcacer-el-Kebir +and subsequent penitential wanderings. + +Don Rodrigo departed, not knowing what to think or believe, but +convinced that it was time he laid the whole matter before King +Philip. His Catholic Majesty was deeply perturbed. He at once +dispatched Don Juan de Llano, the Apostolic Commissary of the +Holy Office to Madrigal to sift the matter, and ordered that Anne +should be solitarily confined in her cell, and her nuns-in- +waiting and servants placed under arrest. + +Espinosa, for greater security, was sent from Valladolid to the +prison of Medina del Campo. He was taken thither in a coach with +an escort of arquebusiers. + +"Why convey a poor pastry-cook with so much honour?" he asked his +guards, half-mockingly. + +Within the coach he was accompanied by a soldier named Cervatos, +a travelled man, who fell into talk with him, and discovered that +he spoke both French and German fluently. But when Cervatos +addressed him in Portuguese the prisoner seemed confused, and +replied that although he had been in Portugal, he could not speak +the language. + +Thereafter, throughout that winter, examinations of the three +chief prisoners--Espinosa, Frey Miguel, and the Princess Anne-- +succeeded one another with a wearisome monotony of results. The +Apostolic Commissary interrogated the princess and Frey Miguel; +Don Rodrigo conducted the examinations of Espinosa. But nothing +was elicited that took the matter forward or tended to dispel its +mystery. + +The princess replied with a candour that became more and more +tinged with indignation under the persistent and at times +insulting interrogatories. She insisted that the prisoner was Don +Sebastian, and wrote passionate letters to Espinosa, begging him +for her honour's sake to proclaim himself what he really was, +declaring to him that the time had come to cast off all disguise. + +Yet the prisoner, unmoved by these appeals, persisted that he was +Gabriel de Espinosa, a pastry-cook. But the man's bearing, and +the air of mystery cloaking him, seemed in themselves to belie +that asseveration. That he could not be the Prior of Crato, Don +Rodrigo had now assured himself. He fenced skilfully under +exurnination, ever evading the magistrate's practiced point when +it sought to pin him, and he was no less careful to say nothing +that should incriminate either of the other two prisoners. He +denied that he had ever given himself out to be Don Sebastian, +though he admitted that Frey Miguel and the princess had +persuaded themselves that he was that lost prince. + +He pleaded ignorance when asked who were his parents, stating +that he had never known either of them--an answer this which +would have fitted the case of Don Sebastian, who was born after +his father's death, and quitted in early infancy by his mother. + +As for Frey Miguel, he stated boldly under examination the conviction +that Don Sebastian had survived the African expedition, and the +belief that Espinosa might well be the missing monarch. He +protested that he had acted in good faith throughout, and without +any thought of disloyalty to the King of Spain. + +Late one night, after he had been some three months in prison, +Espinosa was roused from sleep by an unexpected visit from the +Alcalde. At once he would have risen and dressed. + +"Nay," said Don Rodrigo, restraining him, "that is not necessary +for what is intended." + +It was a dark phrase which the prisoner, sitting up in bed with +tousled hair, and blinking in the light of the torches, instantly +interpreted into a threat of torture. His face grew white. + +"It is impossible," he protested. "The King cannot have ordered +what you suggest. His Majesty will take into account that I am a +man of honour. He may require my death, but in an honourable +manner, and not upon the rack. And as for its being used to make +me speak, I have nothing to add to what I have said already." + +The stern, dark face of the Alcalde was overspread by a grim +smile. + +"I would have you remark that you fall into contradictions. +Sometimes you pretend to be of humble and lowly origin, and +sometimes a person of honourable degree. To hear you at this +moment one might suppose that to submit you to torture would be +to outrage your dignity. What then . . ." + +Don Rodrigo broke off suddenly to stare, then snatched a torch +from the hand of his alguaziles and held it close to the face of +the prisoner, who cowered now, knowing full well what it was the +Alcalde had detected. In that strong light Don Rodrigo saw that +the prisoner's hair and beard had turned grey at the roots, and +so received the last proof that he had to do with the basest of +impostures. The fellow had been using dyes, the supply of which +had been cut short by his imprisonment. Don Rodrigo departed +well-satisfied with the results of that surprise visit. + +Thereafter Espinosa immediately shaved himself. But it was too +late, and even so, before many weeks were past his hair had faded +to its natural grey, and he presented the appearance of what in +fact he was--a man of sixty, or thereabouts. + +Yet the torture to which he was presently submitted drew nothing from +him that could explain all that yet remained obscure. It was from +Frey Miguel, after a thousand prevarications and tergiversations, +that the full truth--known to himself alone--was extracted by the +rack. + +He confessed that, inspired by the love of country and the ardent +desire to liberate Portugal from the Spanish yoke, he had never +abandoned the hope of achieving this, and of placing Don Antonio, +the Prior of Crato, on the throne of his ancestors. He had +devised a plan, primarily inspired by the ardent nature of the +Princess Anne and her impatience of the conventual life. It was +while casting about for the chief instrument that he fortuitously +met Espinosa in the streets of Madrigal. Espinosa had been a +soldier, and had seen the world. During the war between Spain and +Portugal he had served in the armies of King Philip, had +befriended Frey Miguel when the friar's convent was on the point +of being invaded by soldiery, and had rescued him from the peril +of it. Thus they had become acquainted, and Frey Miguel had had +an instance of the man's resource and courage. Further, he was of +the height of Don Sebastian and of the build to which the king +might have grown in the years that were sped, and he presented +other superficial resemblances to the late king. The colour of +his hair and beard could be corrected; and he might be made to +play the part of the Hidden Prince for whose return Portugal was +waiting so passionately and confidently. There had been other +impostors aforetime, but they had lacked the endowments of +Espinosa, and their origins could be traced without difficulty. +In addition to these natural endowments, Espinosa should be +avouched by Frey Miguel than whom nobody in the world was better +qualified in such a matter--and by the niece of King Philip, to +whom he would be married when he raised his standard. It was +arranged that the three should go to Paris so soon as the +arrangements were complete, where the Pretender would be +accredited by the exiled friends of Don Antonio residing there-- +the Prior of Crato being a party to the plot. From France Frey +Miguel would have worked in Portugal through his agents, and +presently would have gone there himself to stir up a national +movement in favour of a pretender so fully accredited. Thus he +had every hope of restoring Portugal to her independence. Once +this should have been accomplished, Don Antonio would appear in +Lisbon, unmask the impostor, and himself assume the crown of the +kingdom which had been forcibly and definitely wrenched from +Spain. + +That was the crafty plan which the priest had laid with a +singleness of aim and a detachment from minor considerations that +never hesitated to sacrifice the princess, together with the +chief instrument of the intrigue. Was the liberation of a +kingdom, the deliverance of a nation from servitude, the +happiness of a whole people, to weigh in the balance against the +fates of a natural daughter of Don John of Austria and a soldier +of fortune turned pastry-cook? Frey Miguel thought not, and his +plot might well have succeeded but for the base strain in +Espinosa and the man's overweening vanity, which had urged him to +dazzle the Gonzales at Valladolid. That vanity sustained him to +the end, which he suffered in October of 1595, a full year after +his arrest. To the last he avoided admissions that should throw +light upon his obscure identity and origin. + +"If it were known who I am . . ." he would say, and there break +off. + +He was hanged, drawn and quartered, and he endured his fate with +calm fortitude. Frey Miguel suffered in the same way with the +like dignity, after having undergone degradation from his +priestly dignity. + +As for the unfortunate Princess Anne, crushed under a load of +shame and humiliation, she had gone to her punishment in the +previous July. The Apostolic Commissary notified her of the +sentence which King Philip had confirmed. She was to be +transferred to another convent, there to undergo a term of four +years' solitary confinement in her cell, and to fast on bread and +water every Friday. She was pronounced incapable of ever holding +any office, and was to be treated on the expiry of her term as an +ordinary nun, her civil list abolished, her title of Excellency +to be extinguished, together with all other honours and +privileges conferred upon her by King Philip. + +The piteous letters of supplication that she addressed to the +King, her uncle, still exist. But they left the cold, implacable +Philip of Spain unmoved. Her only sin was that, yielding to the +hunger of her starved heart, and chafingunder the ascetic life +imposed upon her, she had allowed herself to be fascinated by the +prospect of becoming the protectress of one whom she believed to +be an unfortunate and romantic prince, and of exchanging her +convent for a throne. + +Her punishment--poor soul--endured for close upon forty years, +but the most terrible part of it was not that which lay within +the prescription of King Philip, but that which arose from her +own broken and humiliated spirit. She had been uplifted a moment +by a glorious hope, to be cast down again into the blackest +despair, to which a shame unspeakable and a tortured pride were +added. + +Than hers, as I have said, there is in history no sadder story. + + + + + +V. THE END OF THE "VERT GALANT" + +The Assassination of Henry IV + + + +In the year 1609 died the last Duke of Cleves, and King Henry IV. +of France and Navarre fell in love with Charlotte de Montmorency. + +In their conjunction these two events were to influence the +destinies of Europe. In themselves they were trivial enough, +since it was as much a commonplace that an old gentleman should +die as that Henry of Bearn should fall in love. Love had been the +main relaxation of his otherwise strenuous life, and neither the +advancing years--he was fifty-six at this date--nor the +recriminations of Maria de' Medici, his long-suffering Florentine +wife, sufficed to curb his zest. + +Possibly there may have been a husband more unfaithful than King +Henry; probably there was not. His gallantries were outrageous, +his taste in women catholic, and his illegitimate progeny +outnumbered that of his grandson, the English sultan Charles II. +He differs, however, from the latter in that he was not quite as +Oriental in the manner of his self-indulgence. Charles, by +comparison, was a mere dullard who turned Whitehall into a +seraglio. Henry preferred the romantic manner, the high +adventure, and knew how to be gallant in two senses. + +This gallantry of his is not, perhaps, seen to best advantage in +the affair of Charlotte de Montmorency To begin with he was, as I +have said, in his fifty-sixth year, an age at which it is +difficult, without being ridiculous, to unbridle a passion for a +girl of twenty. Unfortunately for him, Charlotte does not appear +to have found him so. On the contrary, her lovely, empty head was +so turned by the flattery of his addresses, that she came to +reciprocate the passion she inspired. + +Her family had proposed to marry her to the gay and witty Marshal +de Bassompierre; and although his heart was not at all engaged, +the marshal found the match extremely suitable, and was willing +enough, until the King declared himself. Henry used the most +impudent frankness. + +"Bassompierre, I will speak to you as a friend," said he. "I am in +love, and desperately in love, with Mademoiselle de Montmorency. +If you should marry her I should hate you. If she should love me +you would hate me. A breach of our friendship would desolate me, +for I love you with sincere affection." + +That was enough for Bassompierre. He had no mind to go further +with a marriage of convenience which in the sequel would most +probably give him to choose between assuming the ridiculous role +of a complacent husband and being involved in a feud with his +prince. He said as much, and thanked the King for his frankness, +whereupon Henry, liking him more than ever for his good sense, +further opened his mind to him. + +"I am thinking of marrying her to my nephew, Conde. Thus I shall +have her in my family to be the comfort of my old age, which is +coming on. Conde, who thinks of nothing but hunting, shall have a +hundred thousand livres a year with which to amuse himself." + +Bassompierre understood perfectly the kind of bargain that was in +Henry's mind. As for the Prince de Conde, he appears to have been +less acute, no doubt because his vision was dazzled by the +prospect of a hundred thousand livres a year. So desperately poor +was he that for half that sum he would have taken Lucifer's own +daughter to wife, without stopping to consider the disadvantages +it might entail. + +The marriage was quietly celebrated at Chantilly in February of +1609. Trouble followed fast. Not only did Conde perceive at last +precisely what was expected of him, and indignantly rebel against +it, but the Queen, too, was carefully instructed in the matter by +Concino Concini and his wife Leonora Galigai, the ambitious +adventurers who had come from Florence in her train, and who saw +in the King's weakness their own opportunity. + +The scandal that ensued was appalling. Never before had the +relations between Henry and his queen been strained so nearly to +breaking-point. And then, whilst the trouble of Henry's own +making was growing about him until it threatened to overwhelm +him, he received a letter from Vaucelas, his ambassador at +Madrid, containing revelations that changed his annoyance into +stark apprehension. + +When the last Duke of Cleves died a few months before, "leaving +all the world his heirs"--to use Henry's own phrase--the Emperor +had stepped in, and over-riding the rights of certain German +princes had bestowed the fief upon his own nephew, the Archduke +Leopold. Now this was an arrangement that did not suit Henry's +policy at all, and being then--as the result of a wise husbanding +of resources--the most powerful prince in Europe, Henry was not +likely to submit tamely to arrangements that did not suit him. +His instructions to Vaucelas were to keep open the difference +between France and the House of Austria arising out of this +matter of Cleves. All Europe knew that Henry desired to marry the +Dauphin to the heiress of Lorraine, so that this State might one +day be united with France; and it was partly to support this +claim that he was now disposed to attach the German princes to +his interests. + +Yet what Vaucelas told him in that letter was that certain agents +at the court of Spain, chief among whom was the Florentine +ambassador, acting upon instructions from certain members of the +household of the Queen of France, and from others whom Vaucelas +said he dared not mention, were intriguing to blast Henry's +designs against the house of Austria, and to bring him willy- +nilly into a union with Spain. These agents had gone so far in +their utter disregard of Henry's own intentions as to propose to +the Council of Madrid that the alliance should be cemented by a +marriage between the Dauphin and the Infanta. + +That letter sent Henry early one morning hot-foot to the Arsenal, +where Sully, his Minister of State, had his residence. Maximilien +de Bethune, Duke of Sully, was not merely the King's servant, he +was his closest friend, the very keeper of his soul; and the King +leaned upon him and sought his guidance not only in State affairs, +but in the most intimate and domestic matters. Often already had +it fallen to Sully to patch up the differences created between +husband and wife by Henry's persistent infidelities. + +The King, arriving like the whirlwind, turned everybody out of +the closet in which the duke--but newly risen--received him in +bed-gown and night-cap. Alone with his minister, Henry came +abruptly to the matter. + +"You have heard what is being said of me?" he burst out. He stood +with his back to the window, a sturdy, erect, soldierly figure, a +little above the middle height, dressed like a captain of fortune +in jerkin and long boots of grey leather, and a grey hat with a +wine-coloured ostrich plume. His countenance matched his raiment. +Keeneyed, broad of brow, with a high-bridged, pendulous nose, red +lips, a tuft of beard and a pair of grizzled, bristling +moustachios, he looked half-hero, half-satyr; half-Captain, half- +Polichinelle. + +Sully, tall and broad, the incarnation of respectability and +dignity, despite bed-gown and slippers and the nightcap covering +his high, bald crown, made no presence of misunderstanding him. + +"Of you and the Princesse de Conde, you mean, sire?" quoth he, +and gravely he shook his head. "It is a matter that has filled me +with apprehension, for I foresee from it far greater trouble than +from any former attachment of yours." + +"So they have convinced you, too, Grand-Master?" Henry's tone was +almost sorrowful. "Yet I swear that all is greatly exaggerated. +It is the work of that dog Concini. Ventre St. Gris! If he has no +respect for me, at least he might consider how he slanders a +child of such grace and wit and beauty, a lady of her high birth +and noble lineage." + +There was a dangerous quiver of emotion in his voice that was not +missed by the keen ears of Sully. Henry moved from the window, +and flung into a chair. + +"Concini works to enrage the Queen against me, and to drive her +to take violent resolutions which might give colour to their +pernicious designs." + +"Sire!" It was a cry of protest from Sully. + +Henry laughed grimly at his minister's incredulity, and plucked +forth the letter from Vaucelas. + +"Read that." + +Sully read, and, aghast at what the letter told him, ejaculated: +"They must be mad!" + +"Oh, no," said the King. "They are not mad. They are most wickedly +sane, which is why their designs fill me with apprehension. What +do you infer, Grand-Master, from such deliberate plots against +resolutions from which they know that nothing can turn me while +I have life?" + +"What can I infer?" quoth Sully, aghast. + +"In acting thus--in daring to act thus," the King expounded, +"they proceed as if they knew that I can have but a short time to +live." + +"Sire!" + +"What else? They plan events which cannot take place until I am +dead." + +Sully stared at his master for a long moment, in stupefied +silence, his loyal Huguenot soul refusing to discount by flattery +the truth that he perceived. + +"Sire," he said at last, bowing his fine head, "you must take +your measures." + +"Ay, but against whom? Who are these that Vaucelas says he dare +not name? Can you suggest another than . . ." He paused, +shrinking in horror from completing the utterance of his thought. +Then, with an abrupt gesture, he went on, ". . . than the Queen +herself?" + +Sully quietly placed the letter on the table, and sat down. He +took his chin in his hand and looked squarely across at Henry. + +"Sire, you have brought this upon yourself. You have exasperated +her Majesty; you have driven her in despair to seek and act upon +the councils of this scoundrel Concini. There never was an +attachment of yours that did not beget trouble with the Queen, +but never such trouble as I have been foreseeing from your +attachment to the Princess of Conde. Sire, will you not consider +where you stand?" + +"They are lies, I tell you," Henry stormed. But Sully the +uncompromising gravely shook his head. "At least," Henry amended, +"they are gross exaggerations. Oh, I confess to you, my friend, +that I am sick with love of her. Day and night I see nothing but +her gracious image. I sigh and fret and fume like any callow lad +of twenty. I suffer the tortures of the damned. And yet . . . and +yet, I swear to you, Sully, that I will curb this passion though +it kill me. I will stifle these fires, though they consume my +soul to ashes. No harm shall come to her from me. No harm has +come yet. I swear it. These stories that are put about are the +inventions of Concini to set my wife against me. Do you know how +far he and his wife have dared to go? They have persuaded the +Queen to eat nothing that is not prepared in the kitchen they +have set up for her in their own apartments. What can you +conclude from that but that they suggest that I desire to poison +her?" + +"Why suffer it, sire?" quoth Sully gravely. "Send the pair +packing back to Florence, and so be rid of them." + +Henry rose in agitation. "I have a mind to. Ventre St. Gris! I +have a mind to. Yes, it is the only thing. You can manage it, +Sully. Disabuse her mind of her Suspicions regarding the Princess +of Conde; make my peace with her; convince her of my sincerity, +of my firm intention to have done with gallantry, so that she on +her side will make me the sacrifice of banishing the Concinis. +You will do this, my friend?" + +It was no less than Sully had been expecting from past +experience, and the task was one in which he was by now well- +practiced; but the situation had never before been quite so +difficult. He rose. + +"Why, surely, sire," said he. "But her Majesty on her side may +require something more to reconcile her to the sacrifice. She may +reopen the question of her coronation so long and--in her view-- +so unreasonably postponed." + +Henry's face grew overcast, his brows knit. "I have always had an +instinct against it, as you know, Grand Master," said he, "and +this instinct is strengthened by what that letter has taught me. +If she will dare so much, having so little real power, what might +she not do if . . ." He broke off, and fell to musing. "If she +demands it we must yield, I suppose," he said at length. "But +give her to understand that if I discover any more of her designs +with Spain I shall be provoked to the last degree against her. +And as an antidote to these machinations at Madrid you may +publish my intention to uphold the claims of the German Princes +in the matter of Cleves, and let all the world know that we are +arming to that end." + +He may have thought--as was long afterwards alleged--that the +threat itself should be sufficient, for there was at that time no +power in Europe that could have stood against his armies in the +field. + +On that they parted, with a final injunction from Sully that +Henry should see the Princesse de Conde no more. + +"I swear to you, Grand Master, that I will use restraint and +respect the sacred tie I formed between my nephew and Charlotte +solely so that I might impose silence upon my own passion." + +And the good Sully writes in comment upon this: "I should have +relied absolutely upon these assurances had I not known how easy +it is for a heart tender and passionate as was his to deceive +itself"--which is the most amiable conceivable way of saying that +he attached not the slightest faith to the King's promise. + +Nevertheless he went about the task of making the peace between +the royal couple with all the skill and tact that experience had +taught him; and he might have driven a good bargain on his +master's behalf but for his master's own weakness in supporting +him. Maria de' Medici would not hear of the banishment of the +Concinis, to whom she was so deeply attached. She insisted with +perfect justice that she was a bitterly injured woman, and +refused to entertain any idea of reconciliation save with the +condition that arrangements for her coronation as Queen of +France--which was no more than her due--should be made at once, +and that the King should give an undertaking not to make himself +ridiculous any longer by his pursuit of the Princess of Conde. Of +the matters contained in the letter of Vaucelas she denied all +knowledge, nor would suffer any further inquisition. + +From Henry's point of view this was anything but satisfactory. +But he yielded. Conscience made a coward of him. He had wronged +her so much in one way that he must make some compensating +concessions to her in another. This weakness was part of his +mental attitude towards her, which swung constantly between +confidence and diffidence, esteem and indifference, affection and +coldness; at times he inclined to put her from him entirely; at +others he opined that no one on his Council was more capable of +the administration of affairs. Even in the indignation aroused +by the proof he held of her disloyalty, he was too just not to +admit the provocation he had given her. So he submitted to a +reconciliation on her own terms, and pledged himself to renounce +Charlotte. We have no right to assume from the sequel that he was +not sincere in the intention. + +By the following May events proved the accuracy of Sully's +judgment. The court was at Fontainebleau when the last bulwark of +Henry's prudence was battered down by the vanity of that lovely +fool, Charlotte, who must be encouraging her royal lover to +resume his flattering homage. But both appear to have reckoned +without the lady's husband. + +Henry presented Charlotte with jewels to the value of eighteen +thousand livres, purchased from Messier, the jeweller of the Pont +au Change; and you conceive what the charitable ladies of the +Court had to say about it. At the first hint of scandal Monsieur +de Conde put himself into a fine heat, and said things which +pained and annoyed the King exceedingly. Henry had amassed a +considerable and varied experience of jealous husbands in his +time; but he had never met one quite so intolerable as this +nephew of his. He complained of it in a letter to Sully. + +"My friend,--Monsieur the Prince is here, but he acts like a man +possessed. You will be angry and ashamed at the things he says of +me. I shall end by losing all patience with him. In the meanwhile +I am obliged to taut to him with severity." + +More severe than any talk was Henry's instruction to Sully to +withhold payment of the last quarter of the prince's allowance, +and to give refusals to his creditors and purveyors. Thus he +intended also, no doubt, to make it clear to Conde that he did +not receive a pension of a hundred thousand livres a year for +nothing. + +"If this does not keep him in bounds," Henry concluded, "we must +think of some other method, for he says the most injurious things +of me." + +So little did it keep the prince in bounds--as Henry understood +the phrase--that he immediately packed his belongings, and +carried his wife off to his country house. It was quite in vain +that Henry wrote to him representing that this conduct was +dishonouring to them both, and that the only place for a prince +of the blood was the court of his sovereign. + +The end of it all was that the reckless and romantic Henry took +to night-prowling about the grounds of Conde's chateau. In the +disguise of a peasant you see his Majesty of France and Navarre, +whose will was law in Europe, shivering behind damp hedges, +ankle-deep in wet grass, spending long hours in love-lore, +ecstatic contemplation of her lighted window, and all--so far as +we can gather--for no other result than the aggravation of +certain rheumatic troubles which should have reminded him that he +was no longer of an age to pursue these amorous pernoctations. + +But where his stiffening joints failed, the Queen succeeded. +Henry had been spied upon, of course, as he always was when he +strayed from the path of matrimonial rectitude. The Concinis saw +to that. And when they judged the season ripe, they put her +Majesty in possession of the facts. So inflamed was she by this +fresh breach of trust that war was declared anew between the +royal couple, and the best that Sully's wit and labours could now +accomplish was a sort of armed truce. + +And then at last in the following November the Prince de Conde +took the desperate resolve of quitting France with his wife, +without troubling--as was his duty--to obtain the King's consent. +On the last night of that month, as Henry was at cards in the +Louvre, the Chevalier du Guet brought him the news of the +prince's flight. + +"I never in my life," says Bassompierre, who was present, "saw a +man so distracted or in so violent a passion." + +He flung down his cards, and rose, sending his chair crashing +over behind him. "I am undone!" was his cry. "Undone! This madman +has carried off his wife--perhaps to kill her." White and +shaking, he turned to Bassompierre. "Take care of my money," he +bade him, "and go on with the game." + +He lurched out of the room, and dispatched a messenger to the +Arsenal to fetch M. de Sully. Sully obeyed the summons and came +at once, but in an extremely bad temper, for it was late at +night, and he was overburdened with work. + +He found the King in the Queen's chamber, walking backward and +forward, his head sunk upon his breast, his hands clenched behind +him. The Queen, a squarely-built, square-faced woman, sat apart, +attended by a few of her ladies and one or two gentlemen of her +train. Her countenance was set and inscrutable, and her brooding +eyes were fixed upon the King. + +"Ha, Grand Master!" was Henry's greeting, his voice harsh and +strained. "What do you say to this? What is to be done now?" + +"Nothing at all, sire," says Sully, as calm as his master was +excited. + +"Nothing! What sort of advice is that?" + +"The best advice that you can follow, sire. This affair should be +talked of as little as possible, nor should it appear to be of +any consequence to you, or capable of giving you the least +uneasiness." + +The Queen cleared her throat huskily. "Good advice, Monsieur le +Duc," she approved him. "He will be wise to follow it." Her voice +strained, almost threatening. "But in this matter I doubt wisdom +and he have long since become strangers." + +That put him in a passion, and in a passion he left her to do the +maddest thing he had ever done. In the garb of a courier, and +with a patch over one eye to complete his disguise, he set out in +pursuit of the fugitives. He had learnt that they had taken the +road to Landrecy, which was enough for him. Stage by stage he +followed them in that flight to Flanders, picking up the trail as +he went, and never pausing until he had reached the frontier +without overtaking them. + +It was all most romantic, and the lady, when she learnt of it, +shed tears of mingled joy and rage, and wrote him impassioned +letters in which she addressed him as her knight, and implored +him, as he loved her, to come and deliver her from the detestable +tyrant who held her in thrall. Those perfervid appeals completed +his undoing, drove him mad, and blinded him to everything--even +to the fact that his wife, too, was shedding tears, and that +these were of rage undiluted by any more tender emotion. + +He began by sending Praslin to require the Archduke to order the +Prince of Conde to leave his dominions. And when the Archduke +declined with dignity to be guilty of any such breach of the law +of nations, Henry dispatched Cccuvres secretly to Brussels to +carry off thence the princess. But Maria de' Medici was on the +alert, anti frustrated the design by sending a warning of what +was intended to the Marquis Spinola, as a result of which the +Prince de Conde and his wife were housed for greater security in +the Archduke's own palace. + +Checkmated at all points, yet goaded further by the letters which +he continued to receive from that most foolish of princesses, +Henry took the wild decision that to obtain her he would invade +the Low Countries as the first step in the execution of that +design of a war with Spain which hitherto had been little more +than a presence. The matter of the Duchy of Cleves was a pretext +ready to his hand. To obtain the woman he desired he would set +Europe in a blaze. + +He took that monstrous resolve at the very beginning of the +new year, and in the months that followed France rang with +preparations. It rang, too, with other things which should have +given him pause. It rang with the voice of preachers giving +expression to the popular vied; that Cleves was not worth +fighting for, that the war was unrighteous--a war undertaken by +Catholic France to defend Protestant interests against the very +champions of Catholicism in Europe. And soon it began to ring, +tool with prophecies of the King's approaching end. + +These prognostics rained upon him from every quarter. Thomassin, +and the astrologer La Brosse, warned him of a message from the +stars that May would be fraught with danger for him. From Rome-- +from the very pope himself Came notice of a conspiracy against +him in which he was told that the very highest in the land +were engaged. From Embrun, Bayonne, and Douai came messages of +like purport, and early in May a note was found one morning on +the altar of the church of Montargis announcing the King's +approaching death. + +But that is to anticipate. Meanwhile, Henry had pursued his +preparations undeterred by either warnings or prognostications. +There had been so many conspiracies against his life already that +he was become careless and indifferent in such matters. Yet +surely there never had been one that was so abundantly heralded +from every quarter, or ever one that was hatched under conditions +so propitious as those which he had himself created now. In his +soul he was not at ease, and the source of his uneasiness was the +coronation of the Queen, for which the preparations were now +going forward. + +He must have known that if danger of assassination threatened him +from any quarter it was most to be feared from those whose +influence with the Queen was almost such as to give them a +control over her--the Concinis and their unavowed but obvious +ally the Duke of Epernon. If he were dead, and the Queen so left +that she could be made absolute regent during the Dauphin's +minority, it was those adventurers who would become through her +the true rulers of France, and so enrich themselves and gratify +to the full their covetous ambitions. He saw clearly that his +safety lay in opposing this coronation--already fixed for the +13th May--which Maria de' Medici was so insistent should take +place before his departure for the wars. The matter so preyed +upon his mind that last he unburdened himself to Sully one day at +the Arsenal. + +"Oh, my friend," he cried, "this coronation does not please me. +My heart tells me that some fatality will follow." + +He sat down, grasping the case of his reading-glass, whilst Sully +could only stare at him amazed by this out-burst. Thus he remained +awhile in deep thought. Then he started up again. + +"Pardieu!" he cried. "I shall be murdered in this city. It is +their only resource. I see it plainly. This cursed coronation +will be the cause of my death." + +"What a thought, sir!" + +"You think that I have been reading the almanach or paying heed +to the prophets, eh? But listen to me now, Grand Master." And +wrinkles deepened about the bold, piercing eyes. "It is four +months and more since we announced our intention of going to war, +and France has resounded with our preparations. We have made no +secret of it. Yet in Spain not a finger has been lifted in +preparation to resist us, not a sword has been sharpened. Upon +what does Spain build? Whence her confidence that in despite of +my firm resolve and my abundant preparations, despite the fact +announced that I am to march on the lath of this month, despite +the fact that my troops are already in Champagne with a train of +artillery so complete and well-furnished that France has never +seen the like of it, and perhaps never will again--whence the +confidence that despite all this there is no need to prepare +defences? Upon what do they build, I say, when they assume, as +assume they must, that there will be no war? Resolve me that, +Grand Master." + +But Sully, overwhelmed, could only gasp and ejaculate. + +"You had not thought of it, eh? Yet it is clear enough Spain +builds on my death. And who are the friends of Spain here in +France? Who was it intrigued with Spain in such a way and to +such ends as in my lifetime could never have been carried to an +issue? Ha! You see." + +"I cannot, sire. It is too horrible. It is impossible!" cried +that loyal, honest gentleman. "And yet if you are convinced of +it, you should break off this coronation, your journey, and your +war. If you wish it so, it is not difficult to satisfy you." + +"Ay, that is it." He came to his feet, and gripped the duke's +shoulder in his strong, nervous hand. "Break off this coronation, +and never let me hear of it again. That will suffice. Thus I can +rid my mind of apprehensions, and leave Paris with nothing to +fear." + +"Very well. I will send at once to Notre Dame and to St. Denis, +to stop the preparations and dismiss the workmen." + +"Ah, wait." The eyes that for a moment had sparkled with new +hope, grew dull again; the lines of care descended between the +brows. "Oh, what to decide! What to decide! It is what I wish, my +friend. But how will my wife take it?" + +"Let her take it as she will. I cannot believe that she will +continue obstinate when she knows what apprehensions you have of +disaster." + +"Perhaps not, perhaps not," he answered. But his tone was not +sanguine. "Try to persuade her, Sully. Without her consent I +cannot do this thing. But you will know how to persuade her. Go +to her." + +Sully suspended the preparations for the coronation, and sought +the Queen. For three days, he tells us, he used prayers, entreaties, +and arguments with which to endeavour to move her. But all was +labour lost. Maria de' Medici was not to be moved. To all Sully's +arguments she opposed an argument that was unanswerable. + +Unless she were crowned Queen of France, as was her absolute +right, she would be a person of no account and subject to the +Council of Regency during the King's absence, a position unworthy +and intolerable to her, the mother of the Dauphin. + +And so it was Henry's part to yield. His hands were tied by the +wrongs that he had done, and the culminating wrong that he was +doing her by this very war, as he had himself openly acknowledged. +He had chanced one day to ask the Papal Nuncio what Rome thought +of this war. + +"Those who have the best information," the Nuncio answered +boldly, "are of opinion that the principal object of the war is +the Princess of Conde, whom your Majesty wishes to bring back to +France." + +Angered by this priestly insolence, Henry's answer had been an +impudently defiant acknowledgment of the truth of that allegation. + +"Yes, by God!" he cried. "Yes--most certainly I want to have her +back, and I will have her back; no one shall hinder me, not even +God's viceregent on earth." + +Having uttered those words, which he knew to have been carried to +the Queen, and to have wounded her perhaps more deeply than +anything that had yet happened in this affair, his conscience +left him, despite his fears, powerless now to thwart her even to +the extent of removing those pernicious familiars of hers of +whose plottings he had all but positive evidence. + +And so the coronation was at last performed with proper pomp and +magnificence at St. Denis on Thursday, the 13th May. It had been +concerted that the festivities should last four days and conclude +on the Sunday with the Queen's public entry into Paris. On the +Monday the King was to set out to take command of his armies, +which were already marching upon the frontiers. + +Thus Henry proposed, but the Queen--convinced by his own +admission of the real aim and object of the war, and driven by +outraged pride to hate the man who offered her this crowning +insult, and determined that at all costs it must be thwarted--had +lent an ear to Concini's purpose to avenge her, and was ready to +repay infidelity with infidelity. Concini and his fellow- +conspirators had gone to work so confidently that a week before +the coronation a courier had appeared in Liege, announcing that +he was going with news of Henry's assassination to the Princes of +Germany, whilst at the same time accounts of the King's death +were being published in France and Italy. + +Meanwhile, whatever inward misgivings Henry may have entertained, +outwardly at least he appeared serene and good-humoured at his +wife's coronation, gaily greeting her at the end of the ceremony +by the title of "Madam Regent." + +The little incident may have touched her, arousing her conscience. +For that night she disturbed his slumbers by sudden screams, and +when he sprang up in solicitous alarm she falteringly told him +of a dream in which she had seen him slain, and fell to imploring +him with a tenderness such as had been utterly foreign to her of +late to take great care of himself in the days to come. In the +morning she renewed those entreaties, beseeching him not to leave +the Louvre that day, urging that she had a premonition it would +be fatal to him. + +He laughed for answer. "You have heard of the predictions of La +Brosse," said he. "Bah! You should not attach credit to such +nonsense." + +Anon came the Duke of Vendome, his natural son by the Marquise de +Verneuil, with a like warning and a like entreaty, only to +receive a like answer. + +Being dull and indisposed as a consequence of last night's broken +rest, Henry lay down after dinner. But finding sleep denied him, +he rose, pensive and gloomy, and wandered aimlessly down, and out +into the courtyard. There an exempt of the guard, of whom he +casually asked the time, observing the King's pallor and +listlessness, took the liberty of suggesting that his Majesty +might benefit if he took the air. + +That chance remark decided Henry's fate. His eyes quickened +responsively. "You advise well," said he. "Order my coach. I will +go to the Arsenal to see the Duc de Sully, who is indisposed." + +On the stones beyond the gates, where lackeys were wont to await +their masters, sat a lean fellow of some thirty years of age, in +a dingy, clerkly attire, so repulsively evil of countenance that +he had once been arrested on no better grounds than because it +was deemed impossible that a man with such a face could be other +than a villain. + +Whilst the coach was being got ready, Henry re-entered the +Louvre, and startled the Queen by announcing his intention. With +fearful insistence she besought him to countermand the order, and +not to leave the palace. + +"I will but go there and back," he said, laughing at her fears. +"I shall have returned before you realize that I have gone." And +so he went, never to return alive. + +He sat at the back of the coach, and the weather being fine all +the curtains were drawn up so that he might view the decorations +of the city against the Queen's public entry on Sunday. The Duc +d'Epernon was on his right, the Duc de Montbazon and the Marquis +de la Force on his left. Lavordin and Roquelaure were in the +right boot, whilst near the left boot, opposite to Henry, sat +Mirebeau and du Plessis Liancourt. He was attended only by a +small number of gentlemen on horseback, and some footmen. + +The coach turned from the Rue St. Honore into the narrow Rue de +la Ferronerie, and there was brought to a halt by a block +occasioned by the meeting of two carts, one laden with hay, the +other with wine. The footmen went ahead with the exception of +two. Of these, one advanced to clear a way for the royal vehicle, +whilst the other took the opportunity to fasten his garter. + +At that moment, gliding like a shadow between the coach and the +shops, came that shabby, hideous fellow who had been sitting on +the stones outside the Louvre an hour ago. Raising himself by +deliberately standing upon one of the spokes of the stationary +wheel, he leaned over the Duc d'Epernon, and, whipping a long, +stout knife from his sleeve, stabbed Henry in the breast. The +King, who was in the act of reading a letter, cried out, and +threw up his arms in an instinctive warding movement, thereby +exposing his heart. The assassin stabbed again, and this time the +blade went deep. + +With a little gasping cough, Henry sank together, and blood +gushed from his mouth. + +The predictions were fulfilled; the tale borne by the courier +riding through Liege a week ago was made true, as were the +stories of his death already at that very hour circulating in +Antwerp, Malines, Brussels, and elsewhere. + +The murderer aimed yet a third blow, but this at last was parried +by Epernon, whereupon the fellow stepped back from the coach, and +stood there, making no attempt to escape, or even to rid himself +of the incriminating knife. St. Michel, one of the King's +gentlemen-in-waiting, who had followed the coach, whipped out his +sword and would have slain him on the spot had he not been +restrained by Epernon. The footmen seized the fellow, and +delivered him over to the captain of the guard. He proved to be a +school-master of Angouleme--which was Epernon's country. His name +was Ravaillac. + +The curtains of the coach were drawn, the vehicle was put about, +and driven back to the Louvre, whilst to avoid all disturbance it +was announced to the people that the King was merely wounded. + +But St. Michel went on to the Arsenal, taking with him the knife +that had stabbed his master, to bear the sinister tidings to +Henry's loyal and devoted friend. Sully knew enough to gauge +exactly whence the blow had proceeded. With anger and grief in +his heart he got to horse, ill as he was, and, calling together +his people, set out presently for the Louvre, with a train one +hundred strong, which was presently increased to twice that +number by many of the King's faithful servants who joined his +company as he advanced. In the Rue de la Pourpointicre a man in +passing slipped a note into his hand. + +It was a brief scrawl: "Monsieur, where are ye going? It is done. +I have seen him dead. If you enter the Louvre you will not escape +any more than he did." + +Nearing St. Innocent, the warning was repeated, this time by a +gentleman named du Jon, who stopped to mutter: + +"Monsieur le Duc, our evil is without remedy. Look to yourself, +for this strange blow will have fearful consequences." + +Again in the Rue St. Honore another note was thrown him, whose +contents were akin to those of the first. Yet with misgivings +mounting swiftly to certainty, Sully rode amain towards the +Louvre, his train by now amounting to some three hundred horse. +But at the end of the street he was stopped by M. de Vitry, who +drew rein as they met. + +"Ah, monsieur," Vitry greeted him, "where are you going with such +a following? They will never suffer you to enter the Louvre with +more than two or three attendants, which I would not advise you +to do. For this plot does not end here. I have seen some persons +so little sensible of the loss they have sustained that they +cannot even simulate the grief they should feel. Go back, +monsieur. There is enough for you to do without going to the +Louvre." + +Persuaded by Vitry's solemnity, and by what he knew in his heart, +Sully faced about and set out to retrace his steps. But presently +he was overtaken by a messenger from the Queen, begging him to +come at once to her at the Louvre, and to bring as few persons as +possible with him. "This proposal," he writes, "to go alone and +deliver myself into the hands of my enemies, who filled the +Louvre, was not calculated to allay my suspicions." + +Moreover he received word at that moment that an exempt of the +guards and a force of soldiers were already at the gates of the +Arsenal, that others had been sent to the Temple, where the +powder was stored, and others again to the treasurer of the +Exchequer to stop all the money there. + +"Convey to the Queen my duty and service," he bade the messenger, +"and assure her that until she acquaints me with her orders I +shall continue assiduously to attend the affairs of my office." +And with that he went to shut himself up in the Bastille, whither +he was presently followed by a stream of her Majesty's envoys, +all bidding him to the Louvre. But Sully, ill as he was, and now +utterly prostrated by all that he had endured, put himself to bed +and made of his indisposition a sufficient excuse. + +Yet on the morrow he allowed himself to be persuaded to obey her +summons, receiving certain assurances that he had no ground for +any apprehensions. Moreover, he may by now have felt a certain +security in the esteem in which the Parisians held him. An +attempt against him in the Louvre itself would prove that the +blow that had killed his master was not the independent act of a +fanatic, as it was being represented; and vengeance would follow +swiftly upon the heads of those who would thus betray themselves +of having made of that poor wretch's fanaticism an instrument to +their evil ends. + +In that assurance he went, and he has left on record the burning +indignation aroused in him at the signs of satisfaction, +complacency, and even mirth that he discovered in that house of +death. The Queen herself, however, overwrought by the events, and +perhaps conscience-stricken by the tragedy which in the eleventh +hour she had sought to avert, burst into tears at sight of Sully, +and brought in the Dauphin, who flung himself upon the Duke's +neck. + +"My son," the Queen addressed him, "this is Monsieur de Sully. +You must love him well, for he was one of the best and most +faithful servants of the King your father, and I entreat him to +continue to serve you in the same manner." + +Words so fair might have convinced a man less astute that all his +suspicions were unworthy. But, even then, the sequel would very +quickly have undeceived him. For very soon thereafter his fall +was brought about by the Concinis and their creatures, so that no +obstacle should remain between themselves and the full gratification +of their fell ambitions. + +At once he saw the whole policy of the dead King subversed; he +saw the renouncing of all ancient alliances, and the union of the +crowns of France and Spain; the repealing of all acts of +pacification; the destruction of the Protestants; the dissipation +of the treasures amassed by Henry; the disgrace of those who +would not receive the yoke of the new favourites. All this Sully +witnessed in his declining years, and he witnessed, too, the +rapid rise to the greatest power and dignity in the State of that +Florentine adventurer, Concino Concini--now bearing the title of +Marshal d'Ancre--who had so cunningly known how to profit by a +Queen's jealousy and a King's indiscretions. + +As for the miserable Ravaillac, it is pretended that he +maintained under torture and to the very hour of his death that +he had no accomplices, that what he had done he had done to +prevent an unrighteous war against Catholicism and the Pope-- +which was, no doubt, the falsehood with which those who used him +played upon his fanaticism and whetted him to their service. I +say "pretended" because, after all, complete records of his +examinations are not discoverable, and there is a story that when +at the point of death, seeing himself abandoned by those in whom +perhaps he had trusted, he signified a desire to confess, and did +so confess; but the notary Voisin, who took his depositions in +articulo mortis, set them down in a hand so slovenly as to be +afterwards undecipherable. + +That may or may not be true. But the statement that when the +President du Harlay sought to pursue inquiries into certain +allegations by a woman named d'Escoman, which incriminated the +Duc d'Epernon, he received a royal order to desist, rests upon +sound authority. + + * * * * * * + +That is the story of the assassination of Henry IV. re-told in +the light of certain records which appear to me to have been +insufficiently studied. They should suggest a train of speculation +leading to inferences which, whilst obvious, I hesitate to define +absolutely. + +"If it be asked," says Perefixe, "who were the friends that +suggested to Ravaillac so damnable a design, history replies that +it is ignorant and that upon an action of Such consequences it is +not permissible to give suspicions and conjectures for certain +truths. The judges themselves who interrogated him dared not open +their mouths, and never mentioned the matter but with gestures of +horror and amazement." + + + + + +VI. THE BARREN WOOING + +The Murder of Amy Robsart + + + +There had been a banquet, followed by a masque, and this again by +a dance in which the young queen had paired off with Lord Robert +Dudley, who in repute was the handsomest man in Europe, just as +in fact he was the vainest, shallowest, and most unscrupulous. +There had been homage and flattery lavishly expressed, and there +was a hint of masked hostility from certain quarters to spice the +adventure, and to thrill her bold young spirit. Never yet in all +the months of her reign since her coronation in January of last +year had she felt so much a queen, and so conscious of the power +of her high estate; never so much a woman, and so conscious of +the weakness of her sex. The interaction of those conflicting +senses wrought upon her like a heady wine. She leaned more +heavily upon the silken arm of her handsome Master of the Horse, +and careless in her intoxication of what might be thought or +said, she--who by the intimate favour shown him had already +loosed the tongue of Scandal and set it chattering in every court +in Europe--drew him forth from that thronged and glittering +chamber of the Palace of Whitehall into the outer solitude and +friendly gloom. + +And he, nothing loth to obey the suasion of that white hand upon +his arm, exultant, indeed, to parade before them all the power he +had with her, went willingly enough. Let Norfolk and Sussex +scowl, let Arundel bite his lip until it bled, and sober Cecil +stare cold disapproval. They should mend their countenances soon, +and weigh their words or be for ever silenced, when he was master +in England. And that he would soon be master he was assured to- +night by every glance of her blue eyes, by the pressure of that +fair hand upon his arm, by the languishing abandonment with which +that warm young body swayed towards him, as they passed out from +the blaze of lights and the strains of music into the gloom and +silence of the gallery leading to the terrace. + +"Out--let us go out, Robin. Let me have air," she almost panted, +as she drew him on. + +Assuredly he would be master soon. Indeed, he might have been +master already but for that wife of his, that stumbling-block to +his ambition, who practiced the housewifely virtues at Cumnor +Place, and clung so tenaciously and so inconsiderately to life in +spite of all his plans to relieve her of the burden of it. + +For a year and more his name had been coupled with the Queen's in +a tale that hurt her honour as a woman and imperilled her dignity +as a sovereign. Already in October of 1559 Alvarez de Quadra, the +Spanish ambassador, had written home: "I have learnt certain +things as to the terms on which the Queen and Lord Robert stand +towards each other which I could not have believed." + +That was at a time when de Quadra was one of a dozen ambassadors +who were competing for her hand, and Lord Robert had, himself, +appeared to be an ally of de Quadra and an advocate of the +Spanish marriage with the Archduke Charles. But it was a presence +which nowise deceived the astute Spaniard, who employed a legion +of spies to keep him well informed. + +"All the dallying with us," he wrote, "all the dallying with the +Swede, all the dallying there will be with the rest, one after +another, is merely to keep Lord Robert's enemies in play until +his villainy about his wife can be executed." + +What that particular villainy was, the ambassador had already +stated earlier in his letter. "I have learnt from a person who +usually gives me true information that Lor d Robert has sent to +have his wife poisoned." + +What had actually happened was that Sir Richard Verney--a trusted +retainer of Lord Robert's--had reported to Dr. Bayley, of New +College, Oxford, that Lady Robert Dudley was "sad and ailing," +and had asked him for a potion. But the doctor was learned in +more matters than physic. He had caught an echo of the tale of +Lord Robert's ambition; he had heard a whisper that whatever +suitors might come from overseas for Elizabeth, she would marry +none but "my lord"--as Lord Robert was now commonly styled. More, +he had aforetime heard rumours of the indispositions of Lady +Robert, yet had never found those rumours verified by the fact. +Some months ago, it had been reported that her ladyship was +suffering from cancer of the breast and likely soon to die of it. +Yet Dr. Bayley had reason to know that a healthier woman did not +live in Berkshire. + +The good doctor was a capable deductive reasoner, and the +conclusion to which he came was that if they poisoned her under +cover of his potion--she standing in no need of physic--he might +afterwards be hanged as a cover for their crime. So he refused to +prescribe as he was invited, nor troubled to make a secret of +invitation and refusal. + +For awhile, then, Lord Robert had prudently held his hand; +moreover, the urgency there had been a year ago, when that host +of foreign suitors laid siege to Elizabeth of England, had +passed, and his lordship could afford to wait. But now of a +sudden the urgency was returned. Under the pressure brought to +bear upon her to choose a husband, Elizabeth had half-committed +herself to marry the Archduke Charles, promising the Spanish +ambassador a definite answer within a few days. + +Lord Robert had felt the earth to be quaking under him; he had +seen the ruin of his high ambitions; he had watched with rage the +expanding mockery upon the countenances of Norfolk, Sussex, and +those others who hated and despised him; and he had cursed that +wife of his who knew not when to die. But for that obstinacy with +which she clung to life he had been the Queen's husband these +many months, so making an end to suspense and to the danger that +lies in delay. + +To-night the wantonness with which the Queen flaunted before the +eyes of all her court the predilection in which she held him, +came not merely to lull his recent doubts and fears, to feed his +egregious vanity, and to assure him that in her heart he need +fear no rival; it came also to set his soul Quiver impotent rage. +He had but to put forth his hands to possess himself of this +splendid prize. Yet those hands of his were bound while that +woman lived at Cumnor. Conceive his feelings as they stole away +together like any pair of lovers. + +Arm in arm they came by a stone gallery, where a stalwart scarlet +sentinel, a yeoman of the guard, with a Tudor rose embroidered in +gold upon his back, stood under a lamp set in the wall, with +grounded pike and body stiffly erect. + +The tall young Queen was in crimson satin with cunningly-wrought +silver embroideries, trimmed with tufted silver fringe, her +stomacher stiff with silver bullion studded with gold rosettes +and Roman pearls, her bodice cut low to display her splendid +neck, decked by a carcanet of pearls and rubies, and surmounted +by a fan-like cuff of guipure, high behind and sloping towards +the bust. Thus she appeared to the sentinel as the rays of the +single lamp behind him struck fire from her red-gold hair. As if +by her very gait to express the wantonness of her mood, she +pointed her toes and walked with head thrown back, smiling up +into the gipsy face of her companion, who was arrayed from head +to foot in shimmering ivory satin, with an elegance no man in +England could have matched. + +They came by that stone gallery to a little terrace above the +Privy Steps. A crescent moon hung low over the Lambeth marshes +across the river. From a barge that floated gay with lights in +mid-stream came a tinkle of lutes, and the sweet voice of a +singing boy. A moment the lovers stood at gaze, entranced by the +beauty of the soft, tepid September night, so subtly adapted to +their mood. Then she fetched a sigh, and hung more heavily upon +his arm, leaned nearer to his tall, vigorous, graceful figure. + +"Robin, Robin!" was all she said, but in her voice throbbed a +world of passionate longing, an exquisite blend of delight and +pain. + +Judging the season ripe, his arm flashed round her, and drew her +fiercely close. For a moment she was content to yield, her head +against his stalwart shoulder, a very woman nestling to the mate +of her choice, surrendering to her master. Then the queen in her +awoke and strangled nature. Roughly she disengaged herself from +his arm, and stood away, her breathing quickened. + + +"God's Death, Robin!" There was a harsh note in the voice that +lately had cooed so softly. "You are strangely free, I think." + +But he, impudence incarnate, nothing abashed, accustomed to her +gusty moods, to her alternations between the two natures she had +inherited--from overbearing father and wanton mother--was +determined at all costs to take the fullest advantage of the +hour, to make an end of suspense. + +"I am not free, but enslaved--by love and worship of you. Would +you deny me; Would you?" + +"Not I, but fate," she answered heavily, and he knew that the +woman at Cumnor was in her mind. + +"Fate will soon mend the wrong that fate has done--very soon +now." He took her hand, and, melted again from her dignity, she +let it lie in his. "When that is done, sweet, then will I claim +you for my own." + +"When that is done, Robin?" she questioned almost fearfully, as +if a sudden dread suspicion broke upon her mind. "When what is +done?" + +He paused a moment to choose his words, what time she stared +intently into the face that gleamed white in the surrounding +gloom. + +"When that poor ailing spirit is at rest." And he added: "It will +be soon." + +"Thou hast said the same aforetime, Robin. Yet it has not so +fallen out." + +"She has clung to life beyond what could have been believed of +her condition," he explained, unconscious of any sinister +ambiguity. "But the end, I know, is very near--a matter but of +days." + +"Of days!" she shivered, and moved forward to the edge of the +terrace, he keeping step beside her. Then she stood awhile in +silence, looking down at the dark oily surge of water. "You loved +her once, Robin?" she asked, in a queer, unnatural voice. + +"I never loved but once," answered that perfect courtier. + +"Yet you married her--men say it was a love marriage. It was a +marriage, anyway, and you can speak so calmly of her death?" Her +tone was brooding. She sought understanding that should silence +her own lingering doubt of him. + +"Where lies the blame? Who made me what I am?" Again his bold arm +encompassed her. Side by side they peered down through the gloom +at the rushing waters, and he seized an image from them. "Our +love is like that seething tide," he said. "To resist it is to +labour in agony awhile, and then to perish." + +"And to yield is to be swept away." + +"To happiness," he cried, and reverted to his earlier prayer. +"Say that when . . . that afterwards, I may claim you for my own. +Be true to yourself, obey the voice of instinct, and so win to +happiness." + +She looked up at him, seeking to scan the handsome face in that +dim light that baffled her, and he observed the tumultuous heave +of her white breast. + +"Can I trust thee, Robin? Can I trust thee? Answer me true!" she +implored him, adorably weak, entirely woman now. + +"What does your own heart answer you?" quoth he, loaning close +above her. + +"I think I can, Robin. And, anyway, I must. I cannot help myself. +I am but a woman, after all," she murmured, and sighed. "Be it as +thou wilt. Come to me again when thou art free." + +He bent lower, murmuring incoherently, and she put up a hand to +pat his swarthy bearded cheek. + +"I shall make thee greater than any man in England, so thou make +me happier than any woman." + +He caught the hand in his and kissed it passionately, his soul +singing a triumph song within him. Norfolk and Sussex and those +other scowling ones should soon be whistled to the master's heel. + +As they turned arm in arm into the gallery to retrace their +steps, they came suddenly face to face with a slim, sleek +gentleman, who bowed profoundly, a smile upon h is crafty, +shaven, priestly face. In a smooth voice and an accent markedly +foreign, he explained that he, too, sought the cool of the +terrace, not thinking to intrude; and upon that, bowing again, he +passed on and effaced himself. It was Alvarez de Quadra, Bishop +of Aquila, the argus-eyed ambassador of Spain. + +The young face of the Queen hardened. + +"I would I were as well served abroad as the King of Spain is +here," she said aloud, that the retreating ambassador might hear +the dubious compliment; and for my lord's ear alone she added +under her breath: "The spy! Philip of Spain will hear of this." + +"So that he hears something more, what shall it signify?" quoth +my lord, and laughed. + +They paced the length of the gallery in silence, past the yeoman +of the guard, who kept his watch, and into the first antechamber. +Perhaps it was that meeting with de Quadra and my lord's answer +to her comment that prompted what now she asked: "What is it ails +her, Robin?" + +"A wasting sickness," he answered, never doubting to whom the +question alluded. + +"You said, I think, that . . . that the end is very near." + +He caught her meaning instantly. "Indeed, if she is not dead +already, she is very nearly so." + +He lied, for never had Amy Dudley been in better health. And yet +he spoke the truth, for in so much as her life depended upon his +will, it was as good as spent. This was, he knew, a decisive +moment of his career. The hour was big with fate. If now he were +weak or hesitant, the chance might slip away and be for ever lost +to him. Elizabeth's moods were as uncertain as were certain the +hostile activities of my lord's enemies. He must strike quickly +whilst she was in her present frame of mind, and bring her to +wedlock, be it in public or in private. But first he must shake +off the paralysing encumbrance of that house-wife down at Cumnor. + +I believe--from evidence that I account abundant--that he +considered it with the cold remorselessness of the monstrous +egotist he was. An upstart, great-grandson to a carpenter, noble +only in two descents, and in both of them stained by the block, +he found a queen--the victim of a physical passion that took no +account of the worthlessness underlying his splendid exterior-- +reaching out a hand to raise him to a throne. Being what he was, +he weighed his young wife's life at naught in the evil scales of +his ambition. And yet he had loved her once, more truly perhaps +than he could now pretend to love the Queen. + +It was some ten years since, as a lad of eighteen, he had taken +Sir John Robsart's nineteen-year-old daughter to wife. She had +brought him considerable wealth and still more devotion. Because +of this devotion she was content to spend her days at Cumnor, +whilst he ruffled it at court; content to take such crumbs of +attention as he could spare her upon occasion. And during the +past year, whilst he had been plotting her death, she had been +diligently caring for his interests and fostering the prosperity +of the Berkshire estate. If he thought of this at all, he allowed +no weakly sentiment to turn him from his purpose. There was too +much at stake for that--a throne, no less. + +And so, on the morning after that half-surrender of Elizabeth's, +we find my lord closeted with his henchman, Sir Richard Verney. +Sir Richard--like his master--was a greedy, unscrupulous, +ambitious scoundrel, prepared to go to any lengths for the sake +of such worldly advancement as it lay in my lord's power to give +him. My lord perforce used perfect frankness with this perfect +servant. + +"Thou'lt rise or fall with me, Dick," quoth he. "Help me up, +then, and so mount with me. When I am King, as soon now I shall +be, look to me. Now to the thing that is to do. Thou'lt have +guessed it." + +To Sir Richard it was an easy guess, considering how much already +he had been about this business. He signified as much. + +My lord shifted in his elbow-chair, and drew his embroidered +bedgown of yellow satin closer about his shapely limbs. + +"Hast failed me twice before, Richard," said he. "God's death, +man, fail me not again, or the last chance may go the way of the +others. There's a magic in the number three. See that I profit by +it, or I am undone, and thou with me." + +"I'd not have failed before, but for that suspicious dotard +Bayley," grumbled Verney. "Your lordship bade me see that all was +covered." + +"Aye, aye. And I bid thee so again. On thy life, leave no +footprints by which we may be tracked. Bayley is not the only +physician in Oxford. About it, then, and swiftly. Time is the +very soul of fortune in this business, with the Spaniard +straining at the leash, and Cecil and the rest pleading his case +with her. Succeed, and thy fortune's made; fail, and trouble not +to seek me again." + +Sir Richard bowed, and took his leave. As he reached the door, +his lordship stayed him. "If thou bungle, do not look to me. The +court goes to Windsor to-morrow. Bring me word there within the +week." He rose, magnificently tall and stately, in his bedgown of +embroidered yellow satin, his handsome head thrown back, and went +after his retainer. "Thou'lt not fail me, Dick," said he, a hand +upon the lesser scoundrel's shoulder. "There is much at issue for +me, and for thee with me." + +"I will not fail you, my lord," Sir Richard rashly promised, and +on that they parted. + +Sir Richard did not mean to fail. He knew the importance of +succeeding, and he appreciated the urgency of the business as +much as did my lord himself. But between his cold, remorseless +will to succeed and success itself there lay a gulf which it +needed all his resource to bridge. He paid a short visit to Lady +Robert at Cumnor, and professed deepest concern to find in her a +pallor and an ailing air which no one else had yet observed. He +expressed himself on the subject to Mrs. Buttelar and the other +members of her ladyship's household, reproaching them with their +lack of care of their mistress. Mrs. Buttelar became indignant +under his reproaches. + +"Nay, now, Sir Richard, do you wonder that my lady is sad and +downcast with such tales as are going of my lord's doings at +court, and of what there is 'twixt the Queen and him? Her +ladyship may be too proud to complain, but she suffers the more +for that, poor lamb. There was talk of a divorce awhile ago that +got to her ears." + +"Old wives' tales," snorted Sir Richard. + +"Likely," agreed Mrs. Buttelar. "Yet when my lord neither comes +to Cumnor, nor requires her ladyship to go to him, what is she to +think, poor soul?" + +Sir Richard made light of all, and went off to Oxford to find a +physician more accommodating than Dr. Bayley. But Dr. Bayley had +talked too much, and it was in vain that Sir Richard pleaded with +each of the two physicians he sought that her ladyship was +ailing--"sad and heavy"--and that he must have a potion for her. + +Each in turn shook his head. They had no medicine for sorrow, was +their discreet answer. From his description of her condition, +said each, it was plain that her ladyship's sickness was of the +mind, and, considering the tales that were afloat, neither was +surprised. + +Sir Richard went back to his Oxford lodging with the feeling of a +man checkmated. For two whole days of that precious time he lay +there considering what to do. He thought of going to seek a +physician in Abingdon. But fearing no better success in that +quarter, fearing, indeed, that in view of the rumours abroad he +would merely be multiplying what my lord called "footprints," he +decided to take some other way to his master's ends. He was a +resourceful, inventive scoundrel, and soon he had devised a plan. + +On Friday he wrote from Oxford to Lady Robert, stating that he +had a communication for her on the subject of his lordship as +secret as it was urgent. That he desired to come to her at Cumnor +again, but dared not do so openly. He would come if she would +contrive that her servants should be absent, and he exhorted her +to let no one of them know that he was coming, else he might be +ruined, out of his desire to serve her. + +That letter he dispatched by the hand of his servant Nunweek, +desiring him to bring an answer. It was a communication that had +upon her ladyship's troubled mind precisely the effect that the +rascal conceived. There was about Sir Richard's personality +nothing that could suggest the villain. He was a smiling, blue- +eyed, florid gentleman, of a kindly manner that led folk to trust +him. And on the occasion of his late visit to Cumnor he had +displayed such tender solicitude that her ladyship--starved of +affection as she was--had been deeply touched. + +His letter so cunningly couched filled her with vague alarm and +with anxiety. She had heard so many and such afflicting rumours, +and had received in my lord's cruel neglect of her such +circumstantial confirmation of them, that she fastened avidly +upon what she deemed the chance of learning at last the truth. +Sir Richard Verney had my lord's confidence, and was much about +the court in his attendance upon my lord. He would know the +truth, and what could this letter mean but that he was disposed +to tell it. + +So she sent him back a line in answer, bidding him come on Sunday +afternoon. She would contrive to be alone in the house, so that +he need not fear being seen by any. + +As she promised, so she performed, and on the Sunday packed off +her household to the fair that was being held at Abingdon that +day, using insistence with the reluctant, and particularly with +one of her women, a Mrs. Oddingsell, who expressed herself +strongly against leaving her ladyship alone in that lonely house. +At length, however, the last of them was got off, and my lady was +left impatiently to await her secret visitor. It was late +afternoon when he arrived, accompanied by Nunweek, whom he left +to hold the horses under the chestnuts in the avenue. Himself he +reached the house across the garden, where the blighting hand of +autumn was already at work. + +Within the porch he found her waiting, fretted by her impatience. + +"It is very good in you to have come, Sir Richard," was her +gracious greeting. + +"I am your ladyship's devoted servant," was his sufficient +answer, and he doffed his plumed bonnet, and bowed 1ow before +her. "We shall be private in your bower above stairs," he added. + +"Why, we are private anywhere. I am all alone, as you desired." + +"That is very wise--most wise," said he. "Will your ladyship lead +the way?" + +So they went up that steep, spiral staircase, which had loomed so +prominently in the plans the ingenious scoundrel had evolved. +Across the gallery on the first floor they entered a little room +whose windows overlooked the garden. This was her bower--an +intimate cosy room, reflecting on every hand the gentle, +industrious personality of the owner. On an oak table near the +window were spread some papers and account-books concerned with +the estate--with which she had sought to beguile the time of +waiting. She led the way towards this, and, sinking into the +high-backed chair that stood before it, she looked up at him +expectantly. She was pale, there were dark stains under her eyes, +and wistful lines had crept into the sweet face of that neglected +wife. + +Contemplating his poor victim now, Sir Richard may have compared +her with the woman by whom my lord desired so impatiently to +supplant her. She was tall and beautifully shaped, despite an +almost maidenly slenderness. Her countenance was gentle and +adorable, with its soft grey eyes and light brown hair, and +tender, wistful mouth. + +It was not difficult to believe that Lord Robert had as ardently +desired her to wife five years ago as he now desired to be rid of +her. Then he obeyed the insistent spur of passion; now he obeyed +the remorseless spur of ambition. In reality, then as now, his +beacon-light was love of self. + +Seeing her so frail and trusting, trembling in her anxious +impatience to hear the news of her lord which he had promised +her, Sir Richard may have felt some pang of pity. But, like my +lord, he was of those whose love of self suffers the rivalry of +no weak emotion. + +"Your news, Sir Richard," she besought him, her dove-like glance +upon his florid face--less florid now than was its wont. + +He leaned against the table, his back to the window. "Why, it is +briefly this," said he. "My lord . . ." And then he checked, and +fell into a listening attitude. + +"What was that? Did you hear anything, my lady?" + +"No. What is it?" Her face betrayed alarm, her anxiety mounting +under so much mystery. + +"Sh! Stay you here," he enjoined. "If we are spied upon . . ." He +left the sentence there. Already he was moving quickly, +stealthily, towards the door. He paused before opening it. "Stay +where you are, my lady," he enjoined again, so gravely that she +could have no thought of disobeying him. "I will return at once." + +He stepped out, closed the door, and crossed to the stairs. There +he stopped. From his pouch he had drawn a fine length of +whipcord, attached at one end to a tiny bodkin of needle +sharpness. That bodkin he drove into the edge of one of the +panels of the wainscot, in line with the topmost step; drawing +the cord taut at a height of a foot or so above this step, he +made fast its other end to the newel-post at the stair-head. He +had so rehearsed the thing in his mind that the performance of it +occupied but a few seconds. Such dim light of that autumn +afternoon as reached the spot would leave that fine cord +invisible. + +Sir Richard went back to her ladyship. She had not moved in his +absence, so brief as scarcely to have left her time in which to +resolve upon disobeying his injunction. + +"We move in secret like conspirators," said he, "and so we are +easily affrighted.. I should have known it could be none but my +lord himself . . . here?" + +"My lord!" she interrupted, coming excitedly to her feet. "Lord +Robert?" + +"To be sure, my lady. It was he had need to visit you in secret-- +for did the Queen have knowledge of his coming here, it would +mean the Tower for him. You cannot think what, out of love for +you, his lordship suffers. The Queen . . I, + +"But do you say that he is here, man", her voice shrilled up in +excitement. + +"He is below, my lady. Such is his peril that he dared not set +foot in Cumnor until he was certain beyond doubt that you are +here alone." + +"He is below!" she cried, and a flush dyed her pale cheeks, a +light of gladness quickened her sad eyes. Already she had +gathered from his cunning words a new and comforting explanation +of the things reported to her. "He is below!" she repeated. "Oh!" +She turned from him, and in an instant was speeding towards the +door. + +He stood rooted there, his nether lip between his teeth, his face +a ghastly white, whilst she ran on. + +"My lord! Robin! Robin!" he heard her calling, as she crossed the +corridor. Then came a piercing scream that echoed through the +silent house; a pause; a crashing thud below; and--silence. + +Sir Richard remained by the table, immovable. Blood was trickling +down his chin. He had sunk his teeth through his lip when that +scream rang out. A long moment thus, as if entranced, awe- +stricken. Then he braced himself, and went forward, reeling at +first like a drunken man. But by the time he had reached the +stairs he was master of himself again. Swiftly, for all his +trembling fingers, he unfastened the cord's end from the newel- +post. The wrench upon it had already pulled the bodkin from the +wainscot. He went down that abrupt spiral staircase at a moderate +pace, mechanically coiling the length of whip-cord, and bestowing +it with the bodkin in his pouch again, and all the while his eyes +were fixed upon the grey bundle that lay so still at the stairs' +foot. + +He came to it at last, and, pausing, looked more closely. He was +thankful that there was not the need to touch it. The position of +the brown-haired head was such as to leave no doubt of the +complete success of his design. Her neck was broken. Lord Robert +Dudley was free to marry the Queen. + +Deliberately Sir Richard stepped over the huddled body of that +poor victim of a knave's ambition, crossed the hall, and passed +out, closing the door. An excellent day's work, thought he, most +excellently accomplished. The servants, returning from Abingdon +Fair on that Sunday evening, would find her there. They would +publish the fact that in their absence her ladyship had fallen +downstairs and broken her neck, and that was the end of the +matter. + + * * * * * * + +But that was not the end at all. Fate, the ironic interloper, had +taken a hand in this evil game. + +The court had moved a few days earlier to Windsor, and thither on +the Friday--the 6th of September--came Alvarez de Quadra to seek +the definite answer which the Queen had promised him on the +subject of the Spanish marriage. What he had seen that night at +Whitehall, coupled with his mistrust of her promises and +experience of her fickleness, had rendered him uneasy. Either she +was trifling with him, or else she was behaving in a manner +utterly unbecoming the future wife of the Archduke. In either +case some explanation was necessary. De Quadra must know where he +stood. Having failed to obtain an audience before the court left +London, he had followed it to Windsor, cursing all women and +contemplating the advantages of the Salic law. + +He found at Windsor an atmosphere of constraint, and it was not +until the morrow that he obtained an audience with the Queen. +Even then this was due to chance rather than to design on the +part of Elizabeth. For they met on the terrace as she was +returning from hunting. She dismissed those about her, including +the stalwart Robert Dudley, and, alone with de Quadra, invited +him to speak. + +"Madame," he said, "I am writing to my master, and I desire to +know whether your Majesty would wish me to add anything to what +you have announced already as your intention regarding the +Archduke." + +She knit her brows. The wily Spaniard fenced so closely that +there was no alternative but to come to grips. + +"Why, sir," she answered dryly, "you may tell his Majesty that I +have come to an absolute decision, which is that I will not marry +the Archduke." + +The colour mounted to the Spaniard's sallow cheeks. Iron self- +control alone saved him from uttering unpardonable words. Even so +he spoke sternly: + +"This, madame, is not what you had led me to believe when last we +talked upon the subject." + +At another time Elizabeth might have turned upon him and rent him +for that speech. But it happened that she was in high good-humour +that afternoon, and disposed to indulgence. She laughed, +surveying herself in the small steel mirror that dangled from her +waist. + +"You are ungallant to remind me, my lord," said she. "My sex, you +may have heard, is privileged to change of mind." + +"Then, madame, I pray that you may change it yet again." His tone +was bitter. + +"Your prayer will not be heard. This time I am resolved." + +De Quadra bowed. "The King, my master, will not be pleased, I +fear." + +She looked him straightly in the face, her dark eyes kindling. + +"God's death!" said she, "I marry to please myself, and not the +King your master." + +"You are resolved on marriage then?" flashed he. + +"And it please you," she mocked him archly, her mood of +joyousness already conquering her momentary indignation. + +"What pleases you must please me also, madame," he answered, in a +tone so cold that it belied his words. "That it please you, is +reason enough why you should marry . . . Whom did your Majesty +say?" + +"Nay. I named no names. Yet one so astute might hazard a shrewd +guess." Half-challenging, half-coy, she eyed him over her fan. + +"A guess? Nay, madame. I might affront your Majesty." + +"How so?" + +"If I were deluded by appearances. If I named a subject who +signally enjoys your royal favour." + +"You mean Lord Robert Dudley." She paled a little, and her +bosom's heave was quickened. "Why should the guess affront me?" + +"Because a queen--a wise queen, madame--does not mate with a +subject--particularly with one who has a wife already." + +He had stung her. He had wounded at once the pride of the woman +and the dignity of the queen, yet in a way that made it difficult +for her to take direct offense. She bit her lip and mastered her +surge of anger. Then she laughed, a thought sneeringly. + +"Why, as to my Lord Robert's wife, it seems you are less well- +informed than usual, sir. Lady Robert Dudley is dead, or very +nearly so." + +And as blank amazement overspread his face, she passed upon her +way and left him. + +But anon, considering, she grew vaguely uneasy, and that very +night expressed her afflicting doubt to my lord, reporting to him +de Quadra's words. His lordship, who was mentally near-sighted, +laughed. + +"He'll change his tone before long," said he. + +She set her hands upon his shoulders, and looked up adoringly +into his handsome gipsy face. Never had he known her so fond as +in these last days since her surrender to him that night upon the +terrace at Whitehall, never had she been more the woman and less +the queen in her bearing towards him. + +"You are sure, Robin? You are quite sure?" she pleaded. + +He drew her close, she yielding herself to his embrace. "With so +much at stake could I be less than sure, sweet?" said he, and so +convinced her--the more easily since he afforded her the +conviction she desired. + +That was on the night of Saturday, and early on Monday came the +news which justified him of his assurances. It was brought him to +Windsor by one of Amy's Cumnor servants, a fellow named Bowes, +who, with the others, had been away at Abingdon Fair yesterday +afternoon, and had returned to find his mistress dead at the +stairs' foot--the result of an accident, as all believed. + +It was not quite the news that my lord had been expecting. It +staggered him a little that an accident so very opportune should +have come to resolve his difficulties, obviating the need for +recourse to those more dangerous measures with which he had +charged Sir Richard Verney. He perceived how suspicion might now +fall upon himself, how his enemies would direct it, and on the +instant made provision. There and then he seized a pen, and wrote +to his kinsman, Sir Thomas Blount, who even then was on his way +to Cumnor. He stated in the letter what he had learnt from Bowes, +bade Blount engage the coroner to make the strictest investigation, +and send for Amy's natural brother, Appleyard. "Have no respect +to any living person," was the final injunction of that letter +which he sent Blount by the hand of Bowes. + +And, then, before he could carry to the Queen the news of this +accident which had broken his matrimonial shackles, Sir Richard +Verney arrived with the true account. He had expected praise and +thanks from his master. Instead, he met first dismay, and then +anger and fierce reproaches. + +"My lord, this is unjust," the faithful retainer protested. +"Knowing the urgency, I took the only way--contrived the +accident." + +"Pray God," said Dudley, "that the jury find it to have been an +accident; for if the truth should come to be discovered, I leave +you to the consequences. I warned you of that before you engaged +in this. Look for no help from me." + +"I look for none," said Sir Richard, stung to hot contempt by the +meanness and cowardice so characteristic of the miserable egotist +he served. "Nor will there be the need, for I have left no +footprints. + +"I hope that may be so, for I tell you, man, that I have ordered +a strict inquiry, bidding them have no respect to any living +person, and to that I shall adhere." + +"And if, in spite of that, I am not hanged?" quoth Sir Richard, a +sneer upon his white face. + +"Come to me again when the affair is closed, and we will talk of +it." + +Sir Richard went out, rage and disgust in his heart, leaving my +lord with rage and fear in his. + +Grown calmer now, my lord dressed himself with care and sought +the Queen to tell her of the accident that had removed the +obstacle to their marriage. And that same night her Majesty +coldly informed de Quadra that Lady Robert Dudley had fallen down +a flight of stairs and broken her neck. + +The Spaniard received the information with a countenance that was +inscrutable. + +"Your Majesty's gift of prophecy is not so widely known as it +deserves to be," was his cryptic comment. + +She stared at him blankly a moment. Then a sudden uneasy memory +awakened by his words, she drew him forward to a window embrasure +apart from those who had stood about her, and for greater +security addressed him, as he tells us, in Italian. + +"I do not think I understand you, sir. Will you be plain with +me?" She stood erect and stiff, and frowned upon him after the +manner of her bullying father. But de Quadra held the trumps, and +was not easily intimidated. + +"About the prophecy?" said he. "Why, did not your Majesty +foretell the poor lady's death a full day before it came to pass? +Did you not say that she was already dead, or nearly so?" + +He saw her blench; saw fear stare from those dark eyes that could +be so very bold. Then her ever-ready anger followed swiftly. + +"'Sblood, man! What do you imply?" she cried, and went on without +waiting for his answer. "The poor woman was sick and ill, and +must soon have succumbed; it will no doubt be found that the +accident which anticipated nature was due to her condition." + +Gently he shook his head, relishing her discomfiture, taking +satisfaction in torturing her who had flouted him and his master, +in punishing her whom he had every reason to believe guilty. + +"Your Majesty, I fear, has been ill-informed on that score. The +poor lady was in excellent health--and like to have lived for +many years--at least, so I gather from Sir William Cecil, whose +information is usually exact." + +She clutched his arm. "You told him what I had said?" + +"It was indiscreet, perhaps. Yet, how was I to know . . . ?" He +left his sentence there. "I but expressed my chagrin at your +decision on the score of the Archduke--hardly a wise decision, if +I may be so bold," he added slyly. + +She caught the suggestion of a bargain, and became instantly +suspicious, + +"You transcend the duties of your office, my lord," she rebuked +him, and turned away. + +But soon that night she was closeted with Dudley, and closely +questioning him about the affair. My lord was mightily vehement. + +"I take Heaven to be my witness," quoth he, when she all but +taxed him with having procured his lady's death, "that I am +innocent of any part in it. My injunctions to Blount, who has +gone to Cumnor, are that the matter be sifted without respect to +any person, and if it can be shown that this is other than the +accident I deem it, the murderer shall hang." + +She flung her arms about his neck, and laid her head on his +shoulder. "Oh, Robin, Robin, I am full of fears," she wailed, and +was nearer to tears than he had ever seen her. + +But, anon, as the days passed their fears diminished, and finally +the jury at Cumnor--delayed in their finding, and spurred by my +lord to exhaustive inquiries--returned a verdict of "found dead," +which in all the circumstances left his lordship--who was known, +moreover, to have been at Windsor when his lady died--fully +acquitted. Both he and the Queen took courage from that finding, +and made no secret of it now that they would very soon be wed. + +But there were many whom that finding did not convince, who read +my lord too well, and would never suffer him to reap the fruits +of his evil deed. Prominent among these were Arundel--who himself +had aimed at the Queen's hand--Norfolk and Pembroke, and behind +them was a great mass of the people. Indignation against Lord +Robert was blazing out, fanned by such screaming preachers as +Lever, who, from the London pulpits, denounced the projected +marriage, hinting darkly at the truth of Amy Dudley's death. + +What was hinted at home was openly expressed abroad, and in Paris +Mary Stuart ventured a cruel witticism that Elizabeth was to +conserve in her memory: "The Queen of England," she said, "is +about to marry her horse-keeper, who has killed his wife to make +a place for her." + +Yet Elizabeth persisted in her intent to marry Dudley, until the +sober Cecil conveyed to her towards the end of that month of +September some notion of the rebellion that was smouldering. + +She flared out at him, of course. But he stood his ground. + +"There is," he reminded her, "this unfortunate matter of a +prophecy, as the Bishop of Aquila persists in calling it." + +"God's Body! Is the rogue blabbing?" + +"What else did your Majesty expect from a man smarting under a +sense of injury? He has published it broadcast that on the day +before Lady Robert broke her neck, you told him that she was dead +or nearly so. And he argues from it a guilty foreknowledge on +your Majesty's part of what was planned." + +"A guilty foreknowledge!" She almost choked in rage, and then +fell to swearing as furiously in that moment as old King Harry at +his worst. + +"Madame!" he cried, shaken by her vehemence. "I but report the +phrase he uses. It is not mine." + +"Do you believe it?" + +"I do not, madame. If I did I should not be here at present." + +"Does any subject of mine believe it?" + +"They suspend their judgment. They wait to learn the truth from +the sequel." + +"You mean?" + +"That if your motive prove to be such as de Quadra and others +allege, they will be in danger of believing." + +"Be plain, man, in God's name. What exactly is alleged?" + +He obeyed her very fully. + +"That my lord contrived the killing of his wife so that he might +have liberty to marry your Majesty, and that your Majesty was +privy to the deed." He spoke out boldly, and hurried on before +she could let loose her wrath. "It is still in your power, +madame, to save your honour, which is now in peril. But there is +only one way in which you can accomplish it. If you put from you +all thought of marrying Lord Robert, England will believe that de +Quadra and those others lied. If you persist and carry out your +intention, you proclaim the truth of his report; and you see what +must inevitably follow." + +She saw indeed, and, seeing, was afraid. + +Within a few hours of that interview she delivered her answer to +Cecil, which was that she had no intention of marrying Dudley. + +Because of her fear she saved her honour by sacrificing her +heart, by renouncing marriage with the only man she could have +taken for her mate of all who had wooed her. Yet the wound of +that renunciation was slow to heal. She trifled with the notion +of other marriages, but ever and anon, in her despair, perhaps, +we see her turning longing eyes towards the handsome Lord Robert, +later made Earl of Leicester. Once, indeed, some six years after +Amy's death, there was again some talk of her marrying him, which +was quickly quelled by a reopening of the question of how Amy +died. Between these two, between the fulfilment of her desire and +his ambition, stood the irreconcilable ghost of his poor murdered +wife. + +Perhaps it was some thought of this that found expression in her +passionate outburst when she learnt of the birth of Mary Stuart's +child: "The Queen of Scots is lighter of a fair son; and I am but +a barren stock." + + + + + +VII. SIR JUDAS + +The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + + + +Sir Walter was met on landing at Plymouth from his ill-starred +voyage to El Dorado by Sir Lewis Stukeley, which was but natural, +seeing that Sir Lewis was not only Vice-Admiral of Devon, but +also Sir Walter's very good friend and kinsman. + +If Sir Walter doubted whether it was in his quality as kinsman or +as Vice-Admiral that Sir Lewis met him, the cordiality of the +latter's embrace and the noble entertainment following at the +house of Sir Christopher Hare, near the port, whither Sir Lewis +conducted him, set this doubt at rest and relighted the lamp of +hope in the despairing soul of our adventurer. In Sir Lewis he +saw only his kinsman--his very good friend and kinsman, to insist +upon Stukeley's own description of himself--at a time when of all +others in his crowded life he needed the support of a kinsman and +the guidance of a friend. + +You know the story of this Sir Walter, who had been one of the +brightest ornaments of the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and might +have added lustre to that of King James, had not his Sowship--to +employ the title bestowed upon that prince by his own queen--been +too mean of soul to appreciate the man's great worth. Courtier, +philosopher, soldier, man of letters and man of action alike, +Ralegh was at once the greatest prose-writer, and one of the +greatest captains of his age, the last survivor of that glorious +company--whose other members were Drake and Frobisher and +Hawkins--that had given England supremacy upon the seas, that had +broken the power and lowered the pride of Spain. + +His was a name that had resounded, to the honour and glory of +England, throughout the world, a name that, like Drake's, was a +thing of hate and terror to King Philip and his Spaniards; yet +the King of Scots, unclean of body and of mind, who had succeeded +to the throne of Elizabeth, must affect ignorance of that great +name which shall never die while England lives. + +When the splendid courtier stood before him--for at fifty Sir +Walter was still handsome of person and magnificent of Apparel-- +James looked him over and inquired who he might be. When they had +told him: + +"I've rawly heard of thee," quoth the royal punster, who sought +by such atrocities of speech to be acclaimed a wit. + +It was ominous of what must follow, and soon thereafter you see +this great and gallant gentleman arrested on a trumped-up charge +of high treason, bullied, vituperated, and insulted by venal, +peddling lawyers, and, finally, although his wit and sincerity +had shattered every fragment of evidence brought against him, +sentenced to death. Thus far James went; but he hesitated to go +further, hesitated to carry out the sentence. Sir Walter had too +many friends in England then; the memory of his glorious deeds +was still too fresh in the public mind, and execution might have +been attended by serious consequences for King James. Besides, +one at least of the main objects was achieved. Sir Walter's broad +acres were confiscate by virtue of that sentence, and King James +wanted the land--filched thus from one who was England's pride-- +to bestow it upon one of those golden calves of his who were +England's shame. + +"I maun hae the land for Carr. I maun hae it," was his brazen and +peevish answer to an appeal against the confiscation. + +For thirteen years Sir Walter lay in the Tower, under that +sentence of death passed in 1603, enjoying after a season a +certain liberty, visited there by his dear lady and his friends, +among whom was Henry, Prince of Wales, who did not hesitate to +publish that no man but his father--whom he detested--would keep +such a bird in a cage. He beguiled the time in literary and +scientific pursuits, distilling his essences and writing that +stupendous work of his, "The History of the World." Thus old age +crept upon him; but far from quenching the fires of enterprise +within his adventurer's soul, it brought a restlessness that +urged him at last to make a bid for liberty. Despairing of +winning it from the clemency of James, he applied his wits to +extracting it from the King's cupidity. + +Throughout his life, since the day when first he had brought +himself to the notice of a Queen by making of his cloak a carpet +for her feet, he had retained side by side with the dignity of +the sage and the greatness of the hero, the craft and opportunism +of the adventurer. His opportunity now was the straitened +condition of the royal treasury, a hint of which had been let +fall by Winwood the Secretary of State. He announced at once that +he knew of a gold mine in Guiana, the El Dorado of the Spaniards. + +On his return from a voyage to Guiana in 1595, he had written of +it thus: + +"There the common soldier shall fight for gold instead of pence, +pay himself with plates half a foot broad, whereas he breaks his +bones in other wars for provant and penury Those commanders and +chieftains that shoot at honour and abundance shall find here +more rich and beautiful cities, more temples adorned with golden +images, more sepulchres filled with treasure than either Cortez +found in Mexico or Pizarro in Peru." + +Winwood now reminded him that as a consequence many expeditions +had gone out, but failed to discover any of these things. + +"That," said Ralegh, "is because those adventurers were ignorant +alike of the country and of the art of conciliating its +inhabitants. Were I permitted to go, I would make Guiana to +England what Peru has been to Spain." + +That statement, reported to James in his need, was enough to fire +his cupidity, and when Ralegh had further added that he would +guarantee to the Crown one-fifth of the treasure without asking +any contribution towards the adventure either in money or in +ships, he was permitted to come forth and prepare for the +expedition. + + +His friends came to his assistance, and in March of 1617 he set +sail for E1 Dorado with a well-manned and wellequipped fleet of +fourteen ships, the Earls of Arundel and Pembroke standing +sureties for his return. + +From the outset the fates were unpropitious. Disaster closed the +adventure. Gondomar, the Ambassador of Spain at Whitehall, too +well-informed of what was afoot, had warned his master. Spanish +ships waited to frustrate Sir Walter, who was under pledge to +avoid all conflict with the forces of King Philip. But conflict +there was, and bloodshed in plenty, about the city of Manoa, +which the Spaniards held as the key to the country into which the +English adventurers sought to penetrate. Among the slain were the +Governor of Manoa, who was Gondomar's own brother, and Sir +Walter's eldest son. + +To Ralegh, waiting at the mouth of the Orinoco, came his beaten +forces in retreat, with the terrible news of a happening that +meant his ruin. Half-maddened, his anguish increased by the loss +of his boy, he upbraided them so fiercely that Keymis, who had +been in charge of the expedition, shut himself up in his cabin +and shot himself with a pocket-pistol. Mutiny followed, and +Whitney--most trusted of Sir Walter's captains--set sail for +England, being followed by six other ships of that fleet, which +meanwhile had been reduced to twelve. With the remaining five the +stricken Sir Walter had followed more at leisure. What need to +hurry? Disgrace, and perhaps death, awaited him in England. He +knew the power of Spain with James, who was so set upon a Spanish +marriage for his heir, knew Spain's hatred of himself, and what +eloquence it would gather in the mouth of Gondomar, intent upon +avenging his brother's death. + +He feared the worst, and so was glad upon landing to have by him +a kinsman upon whom he could lean for counsel and guidance in +this the darkest hour of all his life. Sitting late that night in +the library of Sir Christopher Hare's house, Sir Walter told his +cousin in detail the story of his misadventure, and confessed to +his misgivings. + +"My brains are broken," was his cry. + +Stukeley combed his beard in thought. He had little comfort to +offer. + +"It was not expected," said he, "that you would return. + +"Not expected?" Sir Walter's bowed white head was suddenly flung +back. Indignation blazed in the eyes that age had left undimmed. +"What act in all my life justified the belief I should be false +to honour? My danger here was made quite plain, and Captain King +would have had me steer a course for France, where I had found a +welcome and a harbour. But to consent I must have been false to +my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who were sureties to the King +for my return. Life is still sweet to me, despite my three-score +years and more, but honour is sweeter still." + +And then, because life was sweet, he bluntly asked his cousin: +"What is the King's intent by me?" + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley, "who shall know what passes in the +King's mind? From the signs, I judge your case to be none so +desperate. You have good friends in plenty, among whom, although +the poorest, count myself the first. Anon, when you are rested, +we'll to London by easy stages, baiting at the houses of your +friends, and enlisting their good offices on your behalf." + +Ralegh took counsel on the matter with Captain King, a bluff, +tawny-bearded seaman, who was devoted to him body and soul. + +"Sir Lewis proposes it, eh?" quoth the hardy seaman. "And Sir +Lewis is Vice-Admiral of Devon? He is not by chance bidden to +escort you to London?" + +The Captain, clearly, had escaped the spell of Stukeley's +affability. Sir Walter was indignant. He had never held his +kinsman in great esteem, and had never been on the best of terms +with him in the past. Nevertheless, he was very far from +suspecting him of what King implied. To convince him that he did +Sir Lewis an injustice, Ralegh put the blunt question to his +kinsman in King's presence. + +"Nay," said Sir Lewis, "I am not yet bidden to escort you. But as +Vice-Admiral of Devon I may at any moment be so bidden. It were +wiser, I hold, not to await such an order. Though even if it +come," he made haste to add, "you may still count upon my +friendship. I am your kinsman first, and Vice-Admiral after." + +With a smile that irradiated his handsome, virile countenance, +Sir Walter held out his hand to clasp his cousin's in token of +appreciation. Captain King expressed no opinion save what might +be conveyed in a grunt and a shrug. + +Guided now unreservedly by his cousin's counsel, Sir Walter set +out with him upon that journey to London. Captain King went with +them, as well as Sir Walter's body-servant, Cotterell, and a +Frenchman named Manourie, who had made his first appearance in +the Plymouth household on the previous day. Stukeley explained +the fellow as a gifted man of medicine, whom he had sent for to +cure him of a trivial but inconvenient ailment by which he was +afflicted. + +Journeying by slow stages, as Sir Lewis had directed, they came +at last to Brentford. Sir Walter, had he followed his own bent, +would have journeyed more slowly still, for in a measure, as he +neared London, apprehensions of what might await him there grew +ever darker. He spoke of them to King, and the blunt Captain said +nothing to dispel them. + +"You are being led like a sheep to the shambles," he declared, +"and you go like a sheep. You should have landed in France, where +you have friends. Even now it is not too late. A ship could be +procured . . ." + +"And my honour could be sunk at sea," Sir Walter harshly +concluded, in reproof of such counsel. + +But at the inn at Brentford he was sought out by a visitor, who +brought him the like advice in rather different terms. This was +De Chesne, the secretary of the French envoy, Le Clerc. Cordially +welcomed by Ralegh, the Frenchman expressed his deep concern to +see Sir Walter under arrest. + +"You conclude too hastily," laughed Sir Walter. + +"Monsieur, I do not conclude. I speak of what I am inform'." + +"Misinformed, sir. I am not a prisoner--at least, not yet," he +added, with a sigh. "I travel of my own free will to London with +my good friend and kinsman Stukeley to lay the account of my +voyage before the King." + +"Of your own free will? You travel of your own frets will? And +you are not a prisoner? Ha !" There was bitter mockery in De +Chesne's short laugh. "C'est bien drole!" And he explained: +"Milord the Duke o Buckingham, he has write in his master's name +to the ambassador Gondomar that you are taken and held at the +disposal of the King of Spain. Gondomar is to inform him whether +King Philip wish that you be sent to Spain to essay the justice +of his Catholic Majesty, or that you suffer here. Meanwhile your +quarters are being made ready in the Tower. Yet you tell me you +are not prisoner! You go of your own free will to London. Sir +Walter, do not be deceive'. If you reach London, you are lost." + +Now here was news to shatter Sir Walter's last illusion. Yet +desperately he clung to the fragments of it. The envoy's secretary +must be at fault. + +"'Tis yourself are at fault, Sir Walter, in that you trust those +about you," the Frenchman insisted. + +Sir Walter stared at him, frowning. "D'ye mean Stukeley?" quoth +he, half-indignant already at the mere suggestion. + +"Sir Lewis, he is your kinsman." De Chesne shrugged. "You should +know your family better than I. But who is this Manourie who +accompanies you? Where is he come from? What you know of him?" + +Sir Walter confessed that he knew nothing. + +"But I know much. He is a fellow of evil reputation. A spy who +does not scruple to sell his own people. And I know that letters +of commission from the Privy Council for your arrest were give' +to him in London ten days ago. Whether those letters were to +himself, or he was just the messenger to another, imports +nothing. The fact is everything. The warrant against you exists, +and it is in the hands of one or another of those that accompany +you. I say no more. As I have tol' you, you should know your own +family. But of this be sure, they mean that you go to the Tower, +and so to your death. And now, Sir Walter, if I show you the +disease I also bring the remedy. I am command' by my master to +offer you a French barque which is in the Thames, and a safe +conduct to the Governor of Calais. In France you will find safety +and honour, as your worth deserve'." + +Up sprang Sir Walter from his chair, and flung off the cloak of +thought in which he had been mantled. + +"Impossible," he said. "Impossible! There is my plighted word to +return, and there are my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who are +sureties for me. I cannot leave them to suffer by my default." + +"They will not suffer at all," De Chesne assured him. He was very +well informed. "King James has yielded to Spain partly because he +fears, partly because he will have a Spanish marriage for Prince +Charles, and will do nothing to trouble his good relations with +King Philip. But, after all, you have friends, whom his Majesty +also fears. If you escape' you would resolve all his perplexities. +I do not believe that any obstacle will be offer' to your escape-- +else why they permit you to travel thus without any guard, and to +retain your sword?" + +Half distracted as he was by what he had learnt, yet Sir Walter +clung stoutly and obstinately to what he believed to be the only +course for a man of honour. And so he dismissed De Chesne with +messages of gratitude but refusal to his master, and sent for +Captain King. Together they considered all that the secretary had +stated, and King agreed with De Chesne's implied opinion that it +was Sir Lewis himself who held the warrant. + +They sent for him at once, and Ralegh straightly taxed him with +it. Sir Lewis as straightly admitted it, and when King thereupon +charged him with deceit he showed no anger, but only the +profoundest grief. He sank into a chair, and took his head in his +hands. + +"What could I do? What could I do?" he cried. "The warrant came +in the very moment we were setting out. At first I thought of +telling you; and then I bethought me that to do so would be but +to trouble your mind, without being able to offer you help." + +Sir Walter understood what was implied. "Did you not say," he +asked, "that you were my kinsman first and Vice-Admiral of Devon +after?" + +"Ay--and so I am. Though I must lose my office of Vice-Admiral, +which has cost me six hundred pounds, if I suffer you to escape, +I'd never hesitate if it were not for Manourie, who watches me as +closely as he watches you, and would baulk us at the last. And +that is why I have held my peace on the score of this warrant. +What can it help that I should trouble you with the matter until +at the same time I can offer you some way out?" + +"The Frenchman has a throat, and throats can be slit," said the +downright King. + +"So they can; and men can be hanged for slitting them," returned +Sir Lewis, and thereafter resumed and elaborated his first +argument, using now such forceful logic and obvious sincerity +that Sir Walter was convinced. He was no less convinced, too, of +the peril in which he stood. He plied those wits of his, which +had rarely failed him in an extremity. Manourie was the +difficulty. But in his time he had known many of these agents +who, without sentimental interest and purely for the sake of +gold, were ready to play such parts; and never yet had he known +one who was not to be corrupted. So that evening he desired +Manourie's company in the room above stairs that had been set +apart for Sir Walter's use. Facing him across the table at which +both were seated, Sir Walter thrust his clenched fist upon the +board, and, suddenly opening it, dazzled the Frenchman's beady +eyes with the jewel sparkling in his palm. + +"Tell me, Manourie, are you paid as much as that to betray me?" + +Manourie paled a little under his tan. He was a swarthy, sharp- +featured fellow, slight and wiry. He looked into Sir Walter's +grimly smiling eyes, then again at the white diamond, from which +the candlelight was striking every colour of the rainbow. He made +a shrewd estimate of its price, and shook his black head. He had +quite recovered from the shock of Sir Walter's question. + +"Not half as much," he confessed, with impudence. + +"Then you might find it more remunerative to serve me," said the +knight. "This jewel is to be earned." + +The agent's eyes flickered; he passed his tongue over his lips. +"As how?" quoth he. + +"Briefly thus: I have but learnt of the trammel in which I am +taken. I must have time to concert my measures of escape, and +time is almost at an end. You are skilled in drugs, so my kinsman +tells me. Can you so drug me as to deceive physicians that I am +in extremis?" + +Manourie considered awhile. + +"I . . . I think I could," he answered presently. + +"And keep faith with me in this, at the price of, say .. two such +stones?" + +The venal knave gasped in amazement. This was not generosity; it +was prodigality. He recovered again, and swore himself Sir +Walter's. + +"About it, then." Sir Walter rolled the gem across the board into +the clutch of the spy, which pounced to meet it. "Keep that in +earnest. The other will follow when we have cozened them." + +Next morning Sir Walter could not resume the journey. When +Cotterell went to dress him he found his master taken with +vomits, and reeling like a drunkard. The valet ran to fetch Sir +Lewis, and when they returned together they found Sir Walter on +all fours gnawing the rushes on the floor, his face livid and +horribly distorted, his brow glistening with sweat. + +Stukeley, in alarm, ordered Cotterell to get his master back to +bed and to foment him, which was done. But on the next day there +was no improvement, and on the third things were in far more +serious case. The skin of his brow and arms and breast was +inflamed, and covered with horrible purple blotches--the result +of an otherwise harmless ointment with which the French empiric +had supplied him. + +When Stukeley beheld him thus disfigured, and lying apparently +inert and but half-conscious upon his bed, he backed away in +terror. The Vice-Admiral had seen afore-time the horrible +manifestations of the plague, and could not be mistaken here. He +fled from the infected air of his kinsman's chamber, and summoned +what physicians were available to pronounce and prescribe. The +physicians came--three in number--but manifested no eagerness to +approach the patient closely. The mere sight of him was enough to +lead them to the decision that he was afflicted with the plague +in a singularly virulent form. + +Presently one of them plucked up courage so far as to feel the +pulse of the apparently delirious patient. Its feebleness +confirmed his diagnosis; moreover the hand he held was cold and +turgid. He was not to know that Sir Walter had tightly wrapped +about his upper arm the ribbon from his poniard, and so he was +entirely deceived. + +The physicians withdrew, and delivered their verdict, whereupon +Sir Lewis at once sent word of it to the Privy Council. + +That afternoon the faithful Captain King, sorely afflicted by the +news, came to visit his master, and was introduced to Sir Walter's +chamber by Manourie, who was in attendance upon him. To the seaman's +amazement he found Sir Walter sitting up in bed, surveying in a +hand-mirror a face that was horrible beyond description with the +complacent smile of one who takes satisfaction in his appearance. +Yet there was no fevered madness in the smiling eyes. They were +alive with intelligence, amounting, indeed, to craft. + +"Ah, King!" was the glad welcome "The prophet David did make +himself a fool, and suffered spittle to fall upon his beard, to +escape from the hands of his enemies And there was Brutus, ay, +and others as memorable who have descended to such artifice." + +Though he laughed, it is clear that he was seeking to excuse an +unworthiness of which he was conscious. + +"Artifice?" quoth King, aghast. "Is this artifice?" + +"Ay--a hedge against my enemies, who will be afraid to approach +me." + +King sat himself down by his master's bed. "A better hedge +against your enemies, Sir Walter, would have been the strip of +sea 'twixt here and France. Would to Heaven you had done as I +advised ere you set foot in this ungrateful land." + +"The omission may be repaired," said Sir Walter. + +Before the imminence of his peril, as now disclosed to him, Sir +Walter had been reconsidering De Chesne's assurance touching my +Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, and he had come to conclude--the +more readily, perhaps because it was as he would have it--that De +Chesne was right; that to break faith with them were no such +great matter after all, nor one for which they would be called +upon to suffer. And so, now, when it was all but too late, he +yielded to the insistence of Captain King, and consented to save +himself by flight to France. King was to go about the business of +procuring a ship without loss of time. Yet there was no need of +desperate haste, as was shown when presently orders came to +Brentford for the disposal of the prisoner. The King, who was at +Salisbury, desired that Sir Walter should be conveyed to his own +house in London. Stukeley reported this to him, proclaiming it a +sign of royal favour. Sir Walter was not deceived. He knew the +reason to be fear lest he should infect the Tower with the plague +by which he was reported stricken. + +So the journey was resumed, and Sir Walter was brought to London, +and safely bestowed in his own house, but ever in the care of his +loving friend and kinsman. Manourie's part being fulfilled and +the aim accomplished, Sir Walter completed the promised payment +by bestowing upon him the second diamond--a form of eminently +portable currency with which the knight was well supplied. On the +morrow Manourie was gone, dismissed as a consequence of the part +he had played. + +It was Stukeley who told Sir Walter this--a very well informed +and injured Stukeley, who asked to know what he had done to +forfeit the knight's confidence that behind his back Sir Walter +secretly concerted means of escape. Had his cousin ceased to +trust him? + +Sir Walter wondered. Looking into that lean, crafty face, he +considered King's unquenchable mistrust of the man, bethought him +of his kinsman's general neediness, remembered past events that +shed light upon his ways and nature, and began now at last to have +a sense of the man's hypocrisy and double-dealing. Yet he reasoned +in regard to him precisely as he had reasoned in regard to Manourie. +The fellow was acquisitive, and therefore corruptible. If, indeed, +he was so base that he had been bought to betray Sir Walter, then +he could be bought again to betray those who had so bought him. + +"Nay, nay," said Sir Walter easily. "It is not lack of trust in +you, my good friend. But you are the holder of an office, and +knowing as I do the upright honesty of your character I feared to +embarrass you with things whose very knowledge must give you the +parlous choice of being false to that office or false to me." + +Stukeley broke forth into imprecations. He was, he vowed, the +most accursed and miserable of men that such a task as this +should have fallen to his lot. And he was a poor man, too, +he would have his cousin remember. It was unthinkable that he +should use the knowledge he had gained to attempt to frustrate +Sir Walter's plans of escape to France. And this notwithstanding +that if Sir Walter escaped, it is certain he would lose his +office of Vice-Admiral and the six hundred pounds he had paid for +it. + +"As to that, you shall be at no loss," Sir Walter assured him. "I +could not suffer it. I pledge you my honour, Lewis, that you +shall have a thousand pounds from my wife on the day that I am +safely landed in France or Holland. Meanwhile, in earnest of what +is to come, here is a toy of value for you." And he presented Sir +Lewis with a jewel of price, a great ruby encrusted in diamonds. + +Thus reassured that he would be immune from pecuniary loss, Sir +Lewis was ready to throw himself whole-heartedly into Sir +Walter's plans, and to render him all possible assistance. True, +this assistance was a costly matter; there was this person to be +bought and that one; there were expenses here and expenses there, +incurred by Sir Lewis on his kinsman's behalf; and there were odd +presents, too, which Stukeley seemed to expect and which Sir +Walter could not deny him. He had no illusions now that King had +been right; that here he was dealing with a rogue who would exact +the uttermost farthing for his services, but he was gratified at +the shrewdness with which he had taken his cousin's measure, and +did not grudge the bribes by which he was to escape the scaffold. + +De Chesne came again to the house in London, to renew his +master's offer of a ship to carry Sir Walter overseas, and such +other assistance as Sir Walter might require But by now the +knight's arrangements were complete. His servant Cotterell had +come to inform him that his own boatswain, now in London, was the +owner of a ketch, at present lying at Tilbury, admirably suited +for the enterprise and entirely at Sir Walter's disposal. It had +been decided, then, with the agreement of Captain King, that they +should avail themselves of this; and accordingly Cotterell was +bidden desire the boatswain to have the craft made ready for sea +at once. In view of this, and anxious to avoid unnecessarily +compromising the French envoy, Sir Walter gratefully declined the +latter's offer. + +And so we come at last to that July evening appointed for the +flight. Ralegh, who, having for some time discarded the use of +Manourie's ointment, had practically recovered his normal +appearance, covering his long white hair under a Spanish hat, and +muffling the half of his face in the folds of a cloak, came to +Wapping Stairs--that ill-omened place of execution of pirates and +sea-rovers--accompanied by Cotterell, who carried the knight's +cloak-bag, and by Sir Lewis and Sir Lewis's son. Out of +solicitude for their dear friend and kinsman, the Stukeleys could +not part from him until he was safely launched upon his voyage. +At the head of the stairs they were met by Captain King; at the +foot of them a boat was waiting, as concerted, the boatswain at +the tiller. + +King greeted them with an air of obvious relief. + +"You feared perhaps we should not come," said Stukeley, with a +sneer at the Captain's avowed mistrust of him. "Yet now, I trust, +you'll do me the justice to admit that I have shown myself an +honest man." + +The uncompromising King looked at him and frowned, misliking the +words. + +"I hope that you'll continue so," he answered stiffly. + +They went down the slippery steps to the boat, and then the shore +glided slowly past them as they pushed off into the stream of the +ebbing tide. + +A moment later, King, whose suspicious eyes kept a sharp look- +out, observed another boat put off some two hundred yards higher +up the river. At first he saw it breast the stream as if +proceeding towards London Bridge, then abruptly swing about and +follow them. Instantly he drew the attention of Sir Walter to +that pursuing wherry. + +"What's this?" quoth Sir Walter harshly. "Are we betrayed?" + +The watermen, taking fright at the words, hung now upon their +oars. + +"Put back," Sir Walter bade them. "I'll not betray my friends to +no purpose. Put back, and let us home again." + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley gravely, himself watching the wherry. +"We are more than a match for them in oars, even if their purpose +be such as you suspect--for which suspicion, when all is said, +there is no ground. On then!" He addressed himself to the +watermen, whipping out a pistol, and growing truculent in mien +and voice. "To your oars! Row, you dogs, or I'll pistol you where +you sit." + +The men bent their backs forthwith, and the boat swept on. But +Sir Walter was still full of apprehensions, still questioning the +wisdom of keeping to their down-stream course if they were being +followed. + +"But are we followed?" cried the impatient Sir Lewis. "'Sdeath, +cousin, is not the river a highway for all the world to use, and +must every wherry that chances to go our way be in pursuit of us? +If you are to halt at every shadow, faith, you'll never +accomplish anything. I vow I am unfortunate in having a friend +whom I would save so full of doubts and fears." + +Sir Walter gave him reason, and even King came to conclude that +he had suspected him unjustly, whilst the rowers, under +Stukeley's suasion, now threw themselves heartily into their +task, and onward sped the boat through the deepening night, +taking but little account of that other wherry that hung ever in +their wake. In this wise they came at length to Greenwich on the +last of the ebb. But here finding the water beginning to grow +against them, and wearied by the exertion into which Stukeley's +enthusiasm had flogged them, the watermen paused again, declaring +that they could not reach Gravesend before morning. + +Followed a brief discussion, at the end of which Sir Walter bade +them put him ashore at Purfleet. + +"And that's the soundest counsel," quoth the boatswain. "For at +Purfleet we can get horses on to Tilbury." + +Stukeley was of the same opinion; but not so the more practical +Captain King. + +"'Tis useless," he declared to them. "At this hour how shall you +get horses to go by land?" + +And now, Sir Walter, looking over his shoulder, saw the other +wherry bearing down upon them through the faintly opalescent +mists of dawn. A hail came to them across the water. + +"Oh, 'Sdeath! We are betrayed!" cried Ralegh bitterly, and +Stukeley swore more fiercely still. Sir Walter turned to him. +"Put ashore," he said shortly, "and let us home." + +"Ay, perhaps 'twere best. For to-night there's an end to the +enterprise, and if I am taken in your company now, what shall be +said to me for this active assistance in your escape?" His voice +was gloomy, his face drawn and white. + +"Could you not plead that you had but pretended to go with me to +seize on my private papers?" suggested the ingenious mind of +Ralegh. + +"I could. But shall I be believed? Shall I?" His loom was +deepening to despair. + +Ralegh was stricken almost with remorse on his cousin's account. +His generous heart was now more concerned with the harm to his +friends than with his own doom. He desired to make amends to +Stukeley, but had no means save such as lay in the power of that +currency he used. Having naught else to give, he must give that. +He plunged his hand into an inner pocket, and brought forth a +handful of jewels, which he thrust upon his kinsman. + +"Courage," he urged him. "Up now, and we may yet win out and +home, so that all will be well with you at least, and you shall +not suffer for your friendship to me." + +Stukeley embraced him then, protesting his love and desire to +serve him. + +They came to land at last, just below Greenwich bridge, and +almost at the same moment the other wherry grounded immediately +above them. Men sprang from her, with the obvious intent of +cutting off their retreat. + +"Too late!" said Ralegh, and sighed, entirely without passion +now that the dice had fallen and showed that the game was lost. +"You must act on my suggestion to explain your presence, Lewis." + +"Indeed, there is no other course," Sir Lewis agreed. "And you are +in the same case, Captain King. You must confess that you joined +with me but to betray Sir Walter. I'll bear you out. Thus, each +supporting the other . . ." + +"I'll roast in Hell before I brand myself a traitor," roared the +Captain furiously. "And were you an honest man, Sir Lewis, you'ld +understand my meaning." + +"So, so?" said Stukeley, in a quiet, wicked voice. And it was +observed that his son and one or two of the watermen had taken +their stand beside him as if in readiness for action. "Why, then, +since you will have it so, Captain, I arrest you, in the King's +name, on a charge of abetting treason." + +The Captain fell back a step, stricken a moment by sheer +amazement. Then he groped for a pistol to do at last what he +realized he should have done long since. Instantly he was +overpowered. It was only then that Sir Walter understood the +thing that had happened, and with understanding came fury. The +old adventurer flung back his cloak, and snatched at his rapier +to put it through the vitals of his dear friend and kinsman. But +he was too late. Hands seized upon him, and he found himself held +by the men from the wherry, confronted by a Mr. William Herbert, +whom he knew for Stukeley's cousin, and he heard Mr. Herbert +formally asking him for the surrender of his sword. + +Instantly he governed himself, repressed his fury. He looked +coldly at his kinsman, whose face showed white and evil in the +growing light of the early summer dawn "Sir Lewis," was all he +said, "these actions will not turn out to your credit." + +He had no illusion left. His understanding was now a very full +one. His dear friend and kinsman had played him false throughout, +intending first to drain him of his resources before finally +flinging the empty husk to the executioner. Manourie had been in +the plot; he had run with the hare and hunted with the hounds; +and Sir Walter's own servant Cotterell had done no less. Amongst +them they had "cozened the great cozener"--to use Stukeley's own +cynical expression. Even so, it was only on his trial that Sir +Walter plumbed the full depth of Stukeley's baseness; for it was +only then he learnt that his kinsman had been armed by a warrant +of immunity to assist his projects of escape, so that he might +the more effectively incriminate and betray him; and Sir Walter +discovered also that the ship in which he had landed, and other +matters, were to provide additional Judas' fees to this +acquisitive betrayer. + +If to escape his enemies Sir Walter had had recourse to artifices +unworthy the great hero that he was, now that all hope was lost +he conducted himself with a dignity and cheerfulness beyond +equal. So calm and self-possessed and masterly was his defence +from the charge of piracy preferred at the request of Spain, and +so shrewd in its inflaming appeal to public opinion, that his +judges were constrained to abandon that line of prosecution, and +could discover no way of giving his head to King James save by +falling back upon the thirteen-year old sentence of death against +him. Of this they now ordered execution. + +Never a man who loved his life as dearly as Sir Walter loved it +met death as blithely. He dressed himself for the scaffold with +that elegance and richness which all his life he had observed. He +wore a ruff band and black velvet wrought nightgown over a +doublet of hair-coloured satin, a black wrought waistcoat, black +cut taffety breeches and ash-coloured silk stockings. Under his +plumed hat he covered his white locks with a wrought nightcap. +This last he bestowed on his way to the scaffold upon a bald- +headed old man who had come to take a last look of him, with the +observation that he was more in need of it than himself. When he +had removed it, it was observed that his hair was not curled as +usual. This was a matter that had fretted his barber Peter in the +prison of the Gatehouse at Westminster that morning. But Sir +Walter had put him off with a laugh and a jest. + +"Let them comb it that shall have it," he had said of his own +head. + +Having taken his leave of the friends who had flocked about him +with the observation that he had a long journey before him, he +called for the axe, and, when presented to him, ran his fingers +along the edge, and smiled. + +"Sharp medicine," quoth he, "but a sound cure for all diseases." + +When presently the executioner bade him turn his head to the +East: + +"It is no great matter which way a man's head stands, so that his +heart lies right," he said. + +Thus passed one of Englanl's greatest heroes, indeed one of the +very makers of this England, and than his death there is no more +shameful blot upon the shameful reign of that pusillanimous +James, unclean of body and of soul, who sacrificed him to the +King of Spain. + +A spectator of his death, who suffered for his words--as men must +ever suffer for the regardless utterance of Truth--declared that +England had not such another head to cut off. + +As for Stukeley, the acquisitiveness which had made a Judas of +him was destined, by a poetic justice, ever desired but rarely +forthcoming for knaves, soon to be his ruin. He was caught +diminishing the gold coin of the realm by the operation known to- +day as "clipping," and with him was taken his creature Manourie, +who, to save himself, turned chief witness against Stukeley. Sir +Lewis was sentenced to death, but saved himself by purchasing his +pardon at the cost of every ill-gotten shilling he possessed, and +he lived thereafter as bankrupt of means as he was of honour. + +Yet before all this happened, Sir Lewis had for his part in Sir +Walter Ralegh's death come to be an object of execration +throughout the land, and to be commonly known as "Sir Judas." At +Whitehall he suffered rebuffs and insults that found a climax in +the words addressed to him by the Lord Admiral, to whom he went +to give an account of his office. + +"Base fellow, darest thou who art the contempt and scorn of men +offer thyself in my presence?" + +For a man of honour there was but one course. Sir Judas was not a +man of honour. He carried his grievance to the King. James leered +at him. + +"What wouldst thou have me do? Wouldst thou have me hang him? On +my soul, if I should hang all that speak ill of thee, all the +trees of the country would not suffice, so great is the number." + + + + + +VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + +George Villier's Courtship of Ann of Austria + + + +He was Insolence incarnate. + +Since the day when, a mere country lad, his singular good looks +had attracted the attention of King James--notoriously partial to +good-looking lads--and had earned him the office of cup-bearer to +his Majesty, the career of George Villiers is to be read in a +series of acts of violent and ever-increasing arrogance, +expressing the vanity and levity inherent in his nature. Scarcely +was he established in the royal favour than he distinguished +himself by striking an offending gentleman in the very presence +of his sovereign--an act of such gross disrespect to royalty that +his hand would have paid forfeit, as by law demanded, had not the +maudlin king deemed him too lovely a fellow to be so cruelly +maimed. + +Over the mind and will of King Charles his ascendancy became even +greater than it had been over that of King James; and it were +easy to show that the acts of George Villiers' life supplied the +main planks of that scaffold in Whitehall whereupon Charles +Stuart came to lose his head. Charles was indeed a martyr; a +martyr chiefly to the reckless, insolent, irresponsible vanity of +this Villiers, who, from a simple country squire with nothing but +personal beauty to recommend him, had risen to be, as Duke of +Buckingham, the first gentleman in England. + +The heady wine of power had gone to his brain, and so addled it +that, as John Chamberlain tells us, there was presently a touch +of craziness in him--of the variety, no doubt, known to modern +psychologists as megalomania He lost the sense of proportion, and +was without respect for anybody or anything. The Commons of +England and the immensely dignified Court of Spain--during that +disgraceful, pseudo-romantic adventure at Madrid--were alike the +butts of this parvenu's unmeasured arrogance But the crowning +insolence of his career was that tragicomedy the second act of +which was played on a June evening in an Amiens garden on the +banks of the river Somme. + +Three weeks ago--on the 14th May, 1625, to be precise--Buckingham +had arrived in Paris as Ambassador Extra-ordinary, charged with +the task of conducting to England the King of France's sister, +Henrietta Maria, who three days earlier had been married by proxy +to King Charles. + +The occasion enabled Buckingham to fling the reins on to the neck +of his mad vanity, to indulge to the very fullest his crazy +passion for ostentation and magnificence. Because the Court of +France was proverbially renowned for splendour and luxury, +Buckingham felt it due to himself to extinguish its brilliance by +his own. On his first coming to the Louvre he literally blazed. +He wore a suit of white satin velvet with a short cloak in the +Spanish fashion, the whole powdered over with diamonds to the +value of some ten thousand pounds. An enormous diamond clasped +the heron's plume in his hat; diamonds flashed in the hilt of his +sword; diamonds studded his very spurs, which were of beaten +gold; the highest orders of England, Spain, and France flamed on +his breast. On the occasion of his second visit he wore a suit of +purple satin, of intent so lightly sewn with pearls that as he +moved he shook them off like raindrops, and left them to lie +where they fell, as largesse for pages and the lesser fry of the +Court. + +His equipages and retinue were of a kind to match his personal +effulgence. His coaches were lined with velvet and covered with +cloth of gold, and some seven hundred people made up his train. +There were musicians, watermen, grooms of the chamber, thirty +chief yeomen, a score of cooks, as many grooms, a dozen pages, +two dozen footmen, six outriders, and twenty gentlemen, each with +his own attendants, all arrayed as became the satellites of a +star of such great magnitude. + +Buckingham succeeded in his ambition. Paris, that hitherto had +set the fashion to the world, stared mouth-agape, dazzled by the +splendour of this superb and scintillating ambassador. + +Another, by betraying consciousness of the figure that he cut, +might have made himself ridiculous. But Buckingham's insolent +assurance was proof against that peril. Supremely self-satisfied, +he was conscious only that what he did could not be better done, +and he ruffled it with an air of easy insouciance, as if in all +this costly display there was nothing that was not normal. He +treated with princes, and even with the gloomy Louis XIII., as +with equals; and, becoming more and more intoxicated with his +very obvious success, he condescended to observe approvingly the +fresh beauty of the young Queen. + +Anne of Austria, then in her twenty-fourth year, was said to be +one of the most beautiful women in Europe. She was of a good +height and carriage, slight, and very gracefully built, of a +ravishing fairness of skin and hair, whilst a look of wistfulness +had come to invest with an indefinable tenderness her splendid +eyes. Her childless marriage to the young King of France, which +had endured now for ten years, had hardly been successful. +Gloomy, taciturn, easily moved to suspicion, and difficult to +convince of error, Louis XIII. held his wife aloof, throwing up +between himself and her a wall of coldness, almost of dislike. + +There is a story--and Tallemant des Raux gives credit to it-- +that in the early days of her reign as Queen of France, Richelieu +had fallen deeply in love with her, and that she, with the +mischief of an irresponsible young girl, had encouraged him, +merely to betray him to a ridicule which his proud spirit had +never been able to forgive. Be that or another the reason, the +fact that Richelieu hated her, and subjected her to his +vindictive persecution, is beyond dispute. And it was he who by a +hundred suggestions poisoned against her the King's mind, and +thus kept ever open the gulf between the two. + +The eyes of that neglected young wife dilated a little, and +admiration kindled in them, when they rested upon the dazzling +figure of my Lord of Buckingham. He must have seemed to her a +figure of romance, a prince out of a fairy-tale. + +That betraying glance he caught, and it inflamed at once his +monstrous arrogance. To the scalps already adorning the belt of +his vanity he would add that of the love of a beautiful young +queen. Perhaps he was thrilled in his madness by the thought of +the peril that would spice such an adventure. Into that adventure +he plunged forthwith. He wooed her during the eight days that he +abode in Paris, flagrantly, openly, contemptuous of courtiers and +of the very King himself. At the Louvre, at the Hotel de +Chevreuse, at the Luxembourg, where the Queen-Mother held her +Court, at the Hotel de Guise, and elsewhere he was ever at the +Queen's side. + +Richelieu, whose hard pride and self-love had been wounded by the +Duke's cavalier behaviour, who despised the fellow for an upstart, +and may even have resented that so shallow a man should have been +sent to treat with a statesman of his own caliber--for other +business beside the marriage had brought Buckingham to Paris-- +suggested to the King that the Duke's manner in approaching the +Queen lacked a proper deference, and the Queen's manner of +receiving him a proper circumspection. Therefore the King's long +face became longer, his gloomy eyes gloomier, as he looked on. +Far, however, from acting as a deterrent, the royal scowl was +mere incense to the vanity of Buckingham, a spur to goad him on +to greater daring. + +On the 2nd of June a splendid company of some four thousand +French nobles and ladies, besides Buckingham and his retinue, +quitted Paris to accompany Henrietta Maria, now Queen of England, +on the first stage of her journey to her new home. The King was +not of the party. He had gone with Richelieu to Fontainebieau, +leaving it to the Queen and the Queen-Mother to accompany his +sister. + +Buckingham missed no chance upon that journey of pressing his +attentions upon Anne of Austria. Duty dictated that his place +should be beside the carriage of Henrietta Maria. But duty did +not apply to His Insolence of Buckingham, so indifferent of whom +he might slight or offend. And then the devil took a hand in the +game. + +At Amiens, the Queen-Mother fell ill, so that the Court was +compelled to halt there for a few days to give her Majesty the +repose she required. Whilst Amiens was thus honoured by the +presence of three queens at one and the same time within its +walls, the Duc de Chaulnes gave an entertainment in the Citadel. +Buckingham attended this, and in the dance that followed the +banquet it was Buckingham who led out the Queen. + +Thereafter the royal party had returned to the Bishop's Palace, +where it was lodged, and a small company went out to take the +evening cool in the Bishop's fragrant gardens on the Somme, +Buckingham ever at the Queen's side. Anne of Austria was attended +by her Mistress of the Household, the beautiful, witty Marie de +Rohan, Duchess of Chevreuse, and by her equerry, Monsieur de +Putange. Madame de Chevreuse had for cavalier that handsome +coxcomb, Lord Holland, who was one of Buckingham's creatures, +between whom and herself a certain transient tenderness had +sprung up. M. de Putange was accompanied by Madame de Vernet, +with whom at the time he was over head and ears in love. +Elsewhere about the spacious gardens other courtiers sauntered. + +Now either Madame de Chevreuse and M. de Putange were too deeply +engrossed in their respective companions, or else the state of +their own hearts and the tepid, languorous eventide disposed them +complacently towards the affair of gallantry upon which their +mistress almost seemed to wish to be embarked. They forgot, it +would seem, that she was a queen, and remembered sympathetically +that she was a woman, and that she had for companion the most +splendid cavalier in all the world. Thus they committed the +unpardonable fault of lagging behind, and allowing her to pass +out of their sight round the bend of an avenue by the water. + +No sooner did Buckingham realize that he was alone with the +Queen, that the friendly dusk and a screen of trees secured them +from observation, than, piling audacity up on audacity, he +determined to accomplish here and now the conquest of this lovely +lady who had used him so graciously and received his advances +with such manifest pleasure. + +"How soft the night! How exquisite!" he sighed. + +"Indeed," she agreed. "And how still, but for the gentle murmur +of the river." + +"The river!" he cried, on a new note. "That is no gentle murmur. +The river laughs, maliciously mocking. The river is evil." + +"Evil?" quoth she. He had checked in his step, and they stood now +side by side. + +"Evil," he repeated. "Evil and cruel. It goes to swell the sea +that soon shall divide me from you, and it mocks me, rejoicing +wickedly in the pain that will presently be mine." + +It took her aback. She laughed, a little breathlessly, to hide +her discomposure, and scarce knew how to answer him, scarce knew +whether she took pleasure or offense in his daring encroachment +upon that royal aloofness in which she dwelt, and in which her +Spanish rearing had taught her she must ever dwell. + + +"Oh, but Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, you will be with us again, +perhaps before so very long." + +His answer came in a swift, throbbing question, his lips so near +her face that she could feel his breath hot upon her cheek. + +"Do you wish it, madame? Do you wish it? I implore you, of your +pity, say but that you wish it, and I will come, though I tear +down half a world to reach you." + +She recoiled in Wright and displeasure before a wooing so +impetuous and violently outspoken; though the displeasure was +perhaps but a passing emotion, the result of early training. Yet +she contrived to answer him with the proper icy dignity due to +her position as a princess of Spain, now Queen of France. + +"Monsieur, you forget yourself. The Queen of France does not +listen to such words. You are mad, I think." + +"Yes, I am mad," he flung back. "Mad with love--so mad that I +have forgot that you are a queen and I an ambassador. Under the +ambassador there is a man, under the queen a woman--our real +selves, not the titles with which Fate seeks to dissemble our +true natures. And with the whole strength of my true nature do I +love you, so potently, so overwhelmingly that I will not believe +you sensible of no response." + +Thus torrentially he delivered himself, and swept her a little +off her feet. She was a woman, as he said; a queen, it is true; +but also a neglected, coldly-used wife; and no one had ever +addressed her in anything approaching this manner, no one had +ever so much as suggested that her existence could matter +greatly, that in her woman's nature there was the magic power of +awakening passion and devotion. He was so splendidly magnificent, +so masterful and unrivalled, and he came thus to lay his being, +as it were, in homage at her feet. It touched her a little, who +knew so little of the real man. It cost her an effort to repulse +him, and the effort was not very convincing. + +"Hush, monsieur, for pity's sake! You must not talk so to me. It +. . . it hurts." + +O fatal word! She meant that it was her dignity as Queen he +wounded, for she clung to that as to the anchor of salvation. But +he in his egregious vanity must of cours e misunderstand. + +"Hurts!" he cried, and the rapture in his accents should have +warned her. "Because you resist it, because you fight against the +commands of your true self. Anne!" He seized her, and crushed her +to him. "Anne!" + +Wild terror gripped her at that almost brutal contact, and anger, +too, her dignity surging up in violent outraged rebellion. A +scream, loud and piercing, broke from her and rang through the +still garden. It brought him to his senses. It was as if he had +been lifted up into the air, and then suddenly allowed to fall. + +He sprang away from her, an incoherent exclamation on his lips, +and when an instant later Monsieur de Putange came running up in +alarm, his hand upon his sword, those two stood with the width of +the avenue between them, Buckingham erect and defiant, the Queen +breathing hard and trembling, a hand upon her heaving breast as +if to repress its tumult. + +"Madame! Madame!" had been Putange's cry, as he sprang forward in +alarm and self-reproach. + +He stood now almost between them, looking from one to the other +in bewilderment. Neither spoke. + +"You cried out, Madame," M. de Putange reminded her, and +Buckingham may well have wondered whether presently he would be +receiving M. de Putange's sword in his vitals. He must have known +that his life now hung upon her answer. + +"I called you, that was all," said the Queen, in a voice that she +strove to render calm. "I confess that I was startled to find +myself alone with M. I'Ambassadeur. Do not let it occur again, +M. de Putange!" + +The equerry bowed in silence. His itching fingers fell away from +his sword-hilt, and he breathed more freely. He had no illusions +as to what must have happened. But he was relieved there were to +be no complications. The others now coming up with them, the +party thereafter kept together until presently Buckingham and +Lord Holland took their leave. + +On the morrow the last stage of the escorting journey was +accomplished. A little way beyond Amiens the Court took its leave +of Henrietta Maria, entrusting her now to Buckingham and his +followers, who were to convey her safely to Charles. + +It was a very contrite and downcast Buckingham who came now to +Anne of Austria as she sat in her coach with the Princesse de +Conti for only companion. + +"Madame," he said, "I am come to take my leave." + +"Fare you well, Monsieur l'Ambassadeur," she said, and her voice +was warm and gentle, as if to show him that she bore no malice. + +"I am come to ask your pardon, madame," he said, in a low voice. + +"Oh, monsieur--no more, I beg you." She looked down; her hands +were trembling, her cheeks going red and white by turns. + +He put his head behind the curtains of the coach, so that none +might see him from outside, and looking at him now, she beheld +tears in his eyes. + +"Do not misunderstand me, madame. I ask your pardon only for +having discomposed you, startled you. As for what I said, it were +idle to ask pardon, since I could no more help saying it than I +can help drawing breath. I obeyed an instinct stronger than the +will to live. I gave expression to something that dominates my +whole being, and will ever dominate it as long as I have life. +Adieu, madame! At need you know where a servant who will gladly +die for you is to be found." He kissed the hem of her robe, +dashed the back of his hand across his eyes, and was gone before +she could say a word in answer. + +She sat pale, and very thoughtful, and the Princesse de Conti, +watching her furtively, observed that her eyes were moist. + +"I will answer for the Queen's virtue," she stated afterwards, +"but I cannot speak so positively for the hardness of her heart, +since without doubt the Duke's tears affected her spirits." + +But it was not yet the end. As Buckingham was nearing Calais, he +was met by a courier from Whitehall, with instructions for him +regarding the negotiations he had been empowered to carry out +with France in the matter of an alliance against Spain-- +negotiations which had not thriven with Louis and Richelieu, +possibly because the ambassador was ill-chosen. The instructions +came too late to be of use, but in time to serve as a pretext for +Buckingham's return to Amiens. There he sought an audience of the +Queen-Mother, and delivered himself to her of a futile message +for the King. This chimerical business--as Madame de Motteville +shrewdly calls it--being accomplished, he came to the real matter +which had prompted him to use that pretext for his return, and +sought audience of Anne of Austria. + +It was early morning, and the Queen was not yet risen. But the +levees at the Court of France were precisely what the word +implies, and they were held by royalty whilst still abed. It was +not, therefore, amazing that he should have been admitted to her +presence. She was alone save for her lady-in-waiting, Madame de +Lannoi, who was, we are told, aged, prudent and virtuous. +Conceive, therefore, the outraged feelings of this lady upon +seeing the English duke precipitate himself wildly into the room, +and on his knees at the royal bedside seize the coverlet and bear +it to his lips. + +Whilst the young Queen looked confused and agitated, Madame de +Lannoi became a pillar of icy dignity. + +"M. le Duc," says she, "it is not customary in France to kneel +when speaking to the Queen." + +"I care nothing for the customs of France, madame" he answered +rudely. "I am not a Frenchman." + +"That is too obvious, monsieur," snapped the elderly, prudent and +virtuous countess. "Nevertheless, whilst in France perhaps +monsieur will perceive the convenience of conforming to French +customs. Let me call for a chair for Monsieur le Duc." + +"I do not want a chair, madame." + +The countess cast her eyes to Heaven, as if to say, "I suppose +one cannot expect anything else in a foreigner," and let him +kneel as he insisted, placing herself, however, protectingly at +the Queen's pillow. + +Nevertheless, entirely unabashed, heeding Madame de Lannoi's +presence no more than if she had been part of the room's +furniture, the Duke delivered himself freely of what was in his +mind. He had been obliged to return to Amiens on a matter of +State. It was unthinkable that he should be so near to her +Majesty and not hasten to cast himself at her feet; and whilst +gladdening the eyes of his body with the sight of her matchless +perfection, the image of which was ever before the eyes of his +soul, allow himself the only felicity life now held for him--that +of protesting himself her utter slave. This, and much more of the +kind, did he pour out, what time the Queen, embarrassed and +annoyed beyond utterance, could only stare at him in silence. + +Apart from the matchless impudence of it, it was also of a +rashness beyond pardon. Unless Madame de Lannoi were the most +circumspect of women, here was a fine tale for Court gossips, and +for the King's ears, a tale that must hopelessly compromise the +Queen. For that, Buckingham, in his self-sufficiency and +arrogance, appears to have cared nothing. One suspects that it +would have pleased his vanity to have his name linked with the +Queen's by the lips of scandal. + +She found her tongue at last. + +"Monsieur le Duc," she said in her confusion, "it was not +necessary, it was not worth while, to have asked audience of me +for this. You have leave to go." + +He looked up in doubt, and saw only confusion; attributed it +perhaps to the presence of that third party to which himself he +had been so indifferent. He kissed the coverlet again, stumbled +to his feet, and reached the door. Thence he sent her a flaming +glance of his bold eyes, and hand on heart-- + +"Adieu, madame!" said he in tragic tones, and so departed. + +Madame de Lannoi was discreet, and related at the time nothing of +what had passed at that interview. But that the interview itself +had taken place under such conditions was enough to set the +tongue of gossip wagging. An echo of it reached the King, +together with the story of that other business in the garden, and +he was glad to know that the Duke of Buckingham was back in +London. Richelieu, to vent his own malice against the Queen, +sought to feed the King's suspicions. + +"Why did she cry out, sire?" he will have asked. "What did M. de +Buckingham do to make her cry out?" + +"I don't know. But whatever it was, she was no party to it since +she did cry out." + +Richelieu did not pursue the matter just then. But neither did he +abandon it. He had his agents in London and elsewhere, and he +desired of them a close report upon the Duke of Buckingham's +movements, and the fullest particulars of his private life. + +Meanwhile, Buckingham had left behind him in France two faithful +agents of his own, with instructions to keep his memory green +with the Queen. For he intended to return upon one pretext or +another before very long, and complete the conquest. Those agents +of his were Lord Holland and the artist Balthazar Gerbier. It is +to be presumed that they served the Duke's interests well, and it +is no less to be presumed from that which followed that they +found her Majesty willing enough to hear news of that amazingly +romantic fellow who had flashed across the path of her grey life, +touching it for a moment with his own flaming radiance. In her +loneliness she came to think of him with tenderness and pity, in +which pity for herself and her dull lot was also blent. He was +away, overseas; she might never see him again; therefore there +could be little harm in indulging the romantic tenderness he had +inspired. + +So one day, many months after his departure, she begged Gerbier-- +as La Rochefoucauld tells us--to journey to London and bear the +Duke a trifling memento of her--a set of diamond studs. That +love-token--for it amounted to no less--Gerbier conveyed to +England, and delivered to the Duke. + +Buckingham's head was so completely turned by the event, and his +desire to see Anne of Austria again became thereupon so +overmastering, that he at once communicated to France that he was +coming over as the ambassador of the King of England to treat of +certain masters connected with Spain. But Richelieu had heard +from the French ambassador in London that portraits of the Queen +of France were excessively abundant at York House, the Duke's +residence, and he had considered it his duty to inform the King. +Louis was angry, but not with the Queen. To have believed her +guilty of any indiscretion would have hurt his gloomy pride +too deeply. All that he believed was that this was merely an +expression of Buckingham's fanfaronading, thrasonical disposition, +a form of vain, empty boasting peculiar to megalomaniacs. + +As a consequence, the King of England was informed that the Duke +of Buckingham, for reasons well known to himself, would not be +agreeable as Charles's ambassador to his Most Christian Majesty. +Upon learning this, the vainglorious Buckingham was loud in +proclaiming the reason ("well known to himself") and in +protesting that he would go to France to see the Queen with the +French King's consent or without it. This was duly reported to +Richelieu, and by Richelieu to King Louis. But his Most Christian +Majesty merely sneered, accounted it more empty boasting on the +part of the parvenu, and dismissed it from his mind. + +Richelieu found this attitude singularly exasperating in a King +who was temperamentally suspicious. It so piqued and annoyed him, +that when considered in addition to his undying rancour against +Anne of Austria, it is easily believed he spared no pains to +obtain something in the nature of a proof that the Queen was not +as innocent as Louis insisted upon believing. + +Now it happened that one of his London agents informed him, among +other matters connected with the Duke's private life, that he had +a bitter and secret enemy in the Countess of Carlisle, between +whom and himself there had been a passage of some tenderness too +abruptly ended by the Duke. Richelieu, acting upon this +information, contrived to enter into correspondence with Lady +Carlisle, and in the course of this correspondence he managed her +so craftily--says La Rochefoucauld--that very soon she was, +whilst hardly realizing it, his Eminence's most valuable spy near +Buckingham. Richelieu informed her that he was mainly concerned +with information that would throw light upon the real relations +of Buckingharn and the Queen of France, and he persuaded her that +nothing was too insignificant to be communicated. Her resentment +of the treatment she had received from Buckingham, a resentment +the more bitter for being stifled--since for her reputation's +sake she dared not have given it expression--made her a very +ready instrument in Richelieu's hands, and there was no scrap of +gossip she did not carefully gather up and dispatch to him. But +all was naught until one day at last she was able to tell him +something that set his pulses beating more quickly than their +habit. + +She had it upon the best authority that a set of diamond studs +constantly worn of late by the Duke was a love-token from the +Queen of France sent over to Buckingham by a messenger of her +own. Here, indeed, was news. Here was a weapon by which the Queen +might be destroyed. Richelieu considered. If he could but obtain +possession of the studs, the rest would be easy. There would be +an end--and such an end!--to the King's obstinate, indolent faith +in his wife's indifference to that boastful, flamboyant English +upstart. Richelieu held his peace for the time being, and wrote +to the Countess. + +Some little time thereafter there was a sumptuous ball given at +York House, graced by the presence of King Charles and his young +French Queen. Lady Carlisle was present, and in the course of the +evening Buckingham danced with her. She was a very beautiful, +accomplished and ready-witted woman, and to-night his Grace found +her charms so alluring that he was almost disposed to blame +himself for having perhaps treated her too lightly. Yet she +seemed at pains to show him that it was his to take up again the +affair at the point at which it had been dropped. She was gay, +arch, provoking and irresistible. So irresistible that presently, +yielding to the lure of her, the Duke slipped away from his +guests with the lady on his arm, and they found themselves at the +foot of the garden in the shadow of the water-gate that Inigo +Jones had just completed for him. My lady languished at his side, +permitted him to encircle her with a protecting arm, and for a +moment lay heavily against him. He caught her violently to him, +and now her ladyship, hitherto so yielding, with true feminine +contrariness set herself to resist him. A scuffle ensued between +them. She broke from him at last, and sped swift as a doe across +the lawn towards the lights of the great house, his Grace in +pursuit between vexation and amusement. + +But he did not overtake her, and it was with a sense of having +been fooled that he rejoined his guests. His questing eyes could +discern her nowhere. Presently he made inquiries, to be told that +she had desired her carriage to be called, and had left York +House immediately upon coming in from the garden. + +He concluded that she was gone off in a pet. It was very odd. It +was, in fact, most flagrantly contradictory that she should have +taken offense at that which she had so obviously invited. But +then she always had been a perverse and provoking jade. With that +reflection he put her from his mind. + +But anon, when his guests had departed, and the lights in the +great house were extinguished, Buckingham thought of the incident +again. Cogitating it, he sat in his room, his fingers combing his +fine, pointed, auburn beard. At last, with a shrug and a half- +laugh, he rose to undress for bed. And then a cry escaped him, +and brought in his valet from an adjoining room. The riband of +diamond studs was gone. + +Reckless and indifferent as he was, a sense of evil took him in +the moment of his discovery of that loss, so that he stood there +pale, staring, and moist of brow. It was no ordinary theft. There +were upon his person a dozen ornaments of greater value, any one +of which could have been more easily detached. This was the work +of some French agent. He had made no secret of whence those studs +had come to him. + +There his thoughts checked on a sudden. As in a flash of +revelation, he saw the meaning of Lady Carlisle's oddly +contradictory behaviour. The jade had fooled him. It was she who +had stolen the riband. He sat down again, his head in his hands, +and swiftly, link by link, he pieced together a complete chain. + +Almost as swiftly he decided upon the course of action which he +must adopt so as to protect the Queen of France's honour. He was +virtually the ruler of England, master in these islands of an +almost boundless power. That power he would exert to the full +this very night to thwart those enemies of his own and of the +Queen's, who worked so subtly in concert. Many would be wronged, +much harm would be done, the liberties of some thousands of +freeborn Englishmen would be trampled underfoot. What did it +matter? It was necessary that his Grace of Buckingham should +cover up an indiscretion. + +"Set ink and paper yonder," he bade his gaping valet. "Then go +call M. Gerbier. Rouse Lacy and Thom, and send them to me at +once, and leave word that I shall require a score of couriers to +be in the saddle and ready to set out in half an hour." + +Bewildered, the valet went off upon his errand. The Duke sat down +to write. And next morning English merchants learnt that the +ports of England were closed by the King's express command-- +delivered by his minister, the Duke of Buckingham--that measures +were being taken--were already taken in all southern ports--so +that no vessel of any kind should leave the island until the +King's further pleasure were made known. Startled, the people +wondered was this enactment the forerunner of war. Had they known +the truth, they might have been more startled still, though in a +different manner. As swiftly as couriers could travel--and +certainly well ahead of any messenger seeking escape overseas-- +did this blockade spread, until the gates of England were tight +locked against the outgoing of those diamond studs whirls meant +the honour of the Queen of France. + +And meanwhile a diamond-cutter was replacing the purloined stones +by others, matching them so closely that no man should be able to +say which were the originals and which the copies. Buckingham and +Gerbier between them guided the work. Soon it was accomplished, +and a vessel slipped down the Thames, allowed to pass by those +who kept close watch to enforce the royal decree, and made sail +for Calais, which was beginning to manifest surprise at this +entire cessation of traffic from England. From that vessel landed +Gerbier, and rode straight to Paris, carrying the Queen of France +the duplicate studs, which were to replace those which she had +sent to Buckingham. + +Twenty-four hours later the ports of England were unsealed, and +commerce was free and unhampered once more. But it was twenty- +four hours too late for Richelieu and his agent, the Countess of +Carlisle. His Eminence deplored a fine chance lost through the +excessive power that was wielded in England by the parvenu. + +Yet that is not quite the end of the story. Buckingham's inflamed +and reckless mind would stop at nothing now to achieve the object +of his desires--go to France and see the Queen. Since the country +was closed to him, he would force a way into it, the red way of +war. Blood should flow, ruin and misery desolate the land, but in +the end he would go to Paris to negotiate a peace, and that +should be his opportunity. Other reasons there may have been, but +none so dominant, none that could not have been remved by +negotiation. The pretexted casus belli was the matter of the +Protestants of La Rochelle, who were in rebellion against their +king. + +To their aid sailed Buckingham with an English expedition. +Disaster and defeat awaited it. Its shattered remnant crept back +in disgrace to England, and the Duke found himself more detested +by the people than he had been already--which is saying much. He +went off to seek comfort at the hands of the two persons who +really loved him--his doting King and his splendid wife. + +But the defeat had neither lessened his resolve nor chastened his +insolence. He prepared a second expedition in the very teeth of a +long-suffering nation's hostility, indifferent to the mutinies +and mutterings about him. What signified to him the will of a +nation? He desired to win to the woman whom he loved, and to +accomplish that he nothing recked that he should set Europe in a +blaze, nothing recked what blood should be poured out, what +treasure dissipated. + +Hatred of him by now was so widespread and vocal, that his +friends, fearing that soon it would pass from words to deeds, +urged him to take precautions, advised the wearing of a shirt of +mail for greater safety. + +But he laughed sneeringly, ever arrogant and scornful. + +"It needs not. There are no Roman spirits left," was his +contemptuous answer. + +He was mistaken. One morning after breakfast, as he was leaving +the house in the High Street, Portsmouth, where he lodged whilst +superintending the final preparations for that unpopular +expedition, John Felton, a self-appointed instrument of national +vengeance, drove a knife to the hilt into the Duke's breast. + +"May the Lord have mercy on your soul!" was the pious exclamation +with which the slayer struck home. And, in all the circumstances, +there seems to have been occasion for the prayer. + + + + + + +IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + +The Fall of Lord Clarendon + + + +Tight-wrapped in his cloak against the icy whips of the black +winter's night, a portly gentleman, well advanced in years, +picked his way carefully down the wet, slippery steps of the +jetty by the light of a lanthorn, whose rays gleamed lividly on +crushed brown seaweed and trailing green sea slime. Leaning +heavily upon the arm which a sailor held out to his assistance, +he stepped into the waiting boat that rose and fell on the +heaving black waters. A boathook scraped against the stones, and +the frail craft was pushed off. + +The oars dipped, and the boat slipped away through the darkness, +steering a course for the two great poop lanterns that were +swinging rhythmically high up against the black background of the +night. The elderly gentleman, huddled now in the stern-sheets, +looked behind him--to look his last upon the England he had loved +and served and ruled. The lanthorn, shedding its wheel of yellow +light upon the jetty steps, was all of it that he could now see. + +He sighed, and settled down again to face the poop lights, +dancing there above the invisible hull of the ship that was to +carry Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, lately Lord Chancellor of +England, into exile. As a dying man looks down the foreshortened +vista of his active life, so may Edward Hyde--whose career had +reached a finality but one degree removed from the finality of +death--have reviewed in that moment those thirty years of sincere +endeavour and high achievement since he had been a law student in +the Temple when Charles I. was King. + +That King he had served faithfully, so faithfully that when the +desperate fortunes of the Royalist party made it necessary to +place the Prince of Wales beyond the reach of Cromwell, it was in +Sir Edward Hyde's care that the boy was sent upon his travels. +The present was not to be Hyde's first experience of exile. He +had known it, and of a bitter sort, in those impecunious days +when the Second Charles, whose steps he guided, was a needy, +homeless outcast. A man less staunch and loyal might have thrown +over so profitless a service. He had talents that would have +commanded a price in the Roundhead market. Yet staunchly adhering +to the Stuart fortunes, labouring ceaselessly and shrewdly in the +Stuart interest, employing his great ability and statecraft, he +achieved at long length the restoration of the Stuarts to the +Throne of England. And for all those loyal, self-denying labours +in exile on the Stuart behalf, all the reward he had at the time +was that James Stuart, Duke of York, debauched his daughter. + +Nor did Hyde's labours cease when he had made possible the +Restoration; it was Hyde who, when that Restoration was +accomplished, took in hand and carried out the difficult task of +welding together the old and the new conditions of political +affairs. And it was Hyde who was the scapegoat when things did +not run the course that Englishmen desired. As the head of the +administration he was held responsible even for those acts which +he had strongly but vainly reprobated in Council. It was Hyde who +was blamed when Charles sold Dunkirk to the French, and spent the +money in harlotry; it was Hyde who was blamed because the Queen +was childless. + +The reason for this last lay in the fact that the wrong done to +Hyde's daughter Anne had now been righted by marri age with the +Duke of York. Now the Duke of York was the heir-apparent, and the +people, ever ready to attach most credit to that which is most +incredible and fantastic, believed that to ensure the succession +of his own grandchildren Hyde had deliberately provided Charles +with a barren wife. + +When the Dutch, sailing up the Thames, had burnt the ships of war +at Chatham, and Londoners heard the thunder of enemy guns, Hyde +was openly denounced as a traitor by a people stricken with +terror and seeking a victim in the blind, unreasoning way of +public feeling. They broke his windows, ravaged his garden, and +erected a gibbet before the gates of his superb mansion on the +north side of Piccadilly. + +Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, and Lord Chancellor of England, +commanded the love of his intimates, but did not possess those +qualities of cheap glitter that make for popularity with the +masses. Nor did he court popularity elsewhere. Because he was +austere in his morals, grave and sober in his conduct, he was +hated by those who made up the debauched court of his prince. +Because he was deeply religious in his principles, the Puritans +mistrusted him for a bigot. Because he was autocratic in his +policy he was detested by the Commons, the day of autocracy being +done. + +Yet might he have weathered the general hostility had Charles +been half as loyal to him as he had ever been loyal to Charles. +For a time, it is true, the King stood his friend, and might so +have continued to the end had not the women become mixed up in +the business. As Evelyn, the diarist, puts it, this great man's +fall was the work of "the buffoones and ladys of pleasure." + +It really is a very tangled story--this inner history of the fall +of Clarendon, with which the school-books are not concerned. In a +sense, it is also the story of the King's marriage and of Catherine +of Braganza, his unfortunate little ugly Queen, who must have +suffered as much as any woman wedded to a sultan in any country +where the seraglio is not a natural and proper institution. + +If Clarendon could not be said to have brought about the +marriage, at least he had given it his suffrages when proposed by +Portugal, which was anxious to establish an alliance with England +as some protection against the predatory designs of Spain. He had +been influenced by the dowry offered--five hundred thousand +pounds in money, Tangier, which would give England a commanding +position on the Mediterranean, and the Island of Bombay. Without +yet foreseeing that the possession of Bombay, and the freedom to +trade in the East Indies--which Portugal had hitherto kept +jealously to herself--were to enable England to build up her +great Indian Empire, yet the commercial advantages alone were +obvious enough to make the match desirable. + +Catherine of Braganza sailed for England, and on the lath of May, +1662, Charles, attended by a splendid following, went to meet his +bride at Portsmouth. He was himself a very personable man, tall-- +he stood a full six feet high--lean and elegantly vigorous. The +ugliness of his drawn, harsh-featured face was mitigated by the +glory of full, low-ridded, dark eyes, and his smile could be +irresistibly captivating. He was as graceful in manner as in +person, felicitous of speech, and of an indolent good temper that +found expression in a charming urbanity. + +Good temper and urbanity alike suffered rudely when he beheld the +wife they brought him. Catherine, who was in her twenty-fifth +year, was of an absurdly low stature, so long in the body and +short in the legs that, dressed as she was in an outlandish, +full-skirted farthingale, she had the appearance of being on her +knees when she stood before him. Her complexion was sallow, and +though her eyes, like his own, were fine, they were not fine +enough to redeem the dull plainness of her face. Her black hair +was grotesquely dressed, with a long fore-top and two great +ribbon bows standing out, one on each side of her head, like a +pair of miniature wings. + +It is little wonder that the Merry Monarch, the fastidious +voluptuary, with his nice discernment in women, should have +checked in his long stride, and halted a moment in consternation. + +"Lord!" was his wry comment to Etheredge, who was beside him. +"They've brought me a bat, not a woman." + +But if she lacked beauty, she was well cowered, and Charles was +in desperate need of money. + +"I suppose," he told Clarendon anon, "I must swallow this black +draught to get the jam that goes with it." + +The Chancellor's grave eyes considered him almost sternly what +time he coldly recited the advantages of this marriage. If he did +riot presume to rebuke the ribaldry of his master, neither would +he condescend to smile at it. He was too honest ever to be a +sycophant. + +Catherine was immediately attended--in the words of Grammont--by +six frights who called themselves maids-of-honour, and a +governess who was a monster. With this retinue she repaired to +Hampton Court, where the honeymoon was spent, and where for a +brief season the poor woman--entirely enamoured of the graceful, +long-legged rake she had married--lived in a fool's paradise. + +Disillusion was to follow soon enough. She might be, by he grace +of her dowry, Queen of England, but she was soon to discover that +to King Charles she was no more than a wife de jure. With wives +de facto Charles would people his seraglio as fancy moved him; +and the present wife defacto, the mistress of his heart, the +first lady of his harem, was that beautiful termagant, Barbara +Villiers, wife of the accommodating Roger Palmer, Earl of Castle- +maine. + +There was no lack--there never is in such cases--of those who out +of concern and love for the happily deluded wife lifted the veil +for her, and made her aware of the facts of his Majesty's +association with my Lady Castle-maine--an association dating back +to the time when he was still a homeless wanderer. The knowledge +would appear to have troubled the poor soul profoundly; but the +climax of her distress was reached when, on her coming to +Whitehall, she found at the head of the list of ladies-in-waiting +assigned to her the name of my Lady Castlemaine. The forlorn +little woman's pride rose up before this outrage. She struck out +that offending name, and gave orders that the favourite was not +to be admitted to her presence. + +But she reckoned without Charles. For all his urbane, good- +tempered, debonair ways, there was an ugly cynical streak in his +nature, manifested now in the manner in which he dealt with this +situation. Himself he led his boldly handsome favourite by the +hand into his wife's presence, before the whole Court assembled, +and himself presented her to Catherine, what time that Court, +dissolute and profligate as it was, looked on in amazement at so +outrageous a slight to the dignity of a queen. + +What followed may well have exceeded all expectations. Catherine +stiffened as if the blow dealt her had been physical. Gradually +her face paled until it was grey and drawn; tears of outraged +pride and mortification flooded her eyes. And then, as if +something snapped within her brain under this stress of bitter +emotion, blood gushed from her nostrils, and she sank back in a +swoon into the arms of her Portuguese ladies. + +Confusion followed, and under cover of it Charles and his light +of love withdrew, realizing that if he lingered not all his easy +skill in handling delicate situations could avail him to save his +royal dignity. + +Naturally the experiment was not to be repeated. But since it was +his wish that the Countess of Castlemaine should be established +as one of the Queen's ladies--or, rather, since it was her +ladyship's wish, and since Charles was as wax in her ladyship's +hands--it became necessary to have the Queen instructed in what +was, in her husband's view, fitting. For this task he selected +Clarendon. But the Chancellor, who had so long and loyally played +Mentor to Charles's Telemachus, sought now to guide him in +matters moral as he had hitherto guided him in matters political. + +Clarendon declined the office of mediator, and even expostulated +with Charles upon the unseemliness of the course upon which his +Majesty was bent. + +"Surely, sire, it is for her Majesty to say who shall and who +shall not be the ladies of her bedchamber. And I nothing marvel +at her decision in this instance." + +"Yet I tell you, my lord, that it is a decision that shall be +revoked." + +"By whom, sire?" the Chancellor asked him gravely. + +"By her Majesty, of course." + +"Under coercion, of which you ask me to be the instrument," said +Clarendon, in the tutorly manner he had used with the King from +the latter's boyhood. "Yourself, sire, at a time when your own +wishes did not warp your judgment, have condemned the very thing +that now you are urging. Yourself, sire, hotly blamed your +cousin, King Louis, for thrusting Mademoiselle de Valliere upon +his queen. You will not have forgotten the things you said then +of King Louis." + +Charles remembered those unflattering criticisms which he was now +invited to apply to his own case. He bit his lip, admitting +himself in check. + +But anon--no doubt in obedience to the overbearing suasion of my +Lady Castlemaine--he returned to the attack, and sent the +Chancellor his orders in a letter demanding unquestioning +obedience. + +"Use your best endeavours," wrote Charles, "to facilitate what I +am sure my honour is so much concerned in. And whosoever I find +to be my Lady Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do promise +upon my word to be his enemy so long as I live." + +My Lord Clarendon had few illusions on the score of mankind. He +knew his world from froth to dregs--having studied it under a +variety of conditions. Yet that letter from his King was a bitter +draught. All that Charles possessed and was he owed to Clarendon. +Yet in such a contest as this, Charles did not hesitate to pen +that bitter, threatening line: "Whosoever I find to be my Lady +Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do promise upon my word to +be his enemy so long as I live." + +All that Clarendon had done in the past was to count for nothing +unless he also did the unworthy thing that Charles now demanded. +All that he had accomplished in the service of his King was to be +swept into oblivion by the breath of a spiteful wanton. + +Clarendon swallowed the draught and sought the Queen, upon that +odious embassy with whose ends he was so entirely out of +sympathy. He used arguments whose hollowness was not more obvious +to the Queen than to himself. + +That industrious and entertaining chronicler of trifles, Mr. +Pepys, tells us, scandalized, in his diary that on the following +day the talk of the Court was all upon a midnight scene between +the royal couple in the privacy of their own apartments, so +stormy that the sounds of it were plainly to be heard in the +neighbouring chambers. + +You conceive the poor little woman, smarting under the insult of +Charles's proposal by the mouth of Clarendon, assailing her royal +husband, and fiercely upbraiding him with his lack not merely of +affection but even of the respect that was her absolute due. And +Charles, his purpose set, urged to it by the handsome termagant +whom he dared not refuse, stirred out of his indolent good- +nature, turning upon her, storming back, and finally threatening +her with the greater disgrace of seeing herself pack ed home to +Portugal, unless she would submit to the lesser disgrace he +thrust upon her here. + +Whether by these or by other arguments he made his will prevail, +prevail it did. Catherine of Braganza swallowed her pride and +submitted. And a very complete submission it was. Lady Castlemaine +was not only installed as a Lady of the Bedchamber, but very soon +we find the Queen treating her with a friendliness that provoked +comment and amazement. + +The favourite's triumph was complete, and marked by an increasing +insolence, most marked in her demeanour towards the Chancellor, +of whose views on the subject, as expressed to the King, she was +aware. Consequently she hated him with all the spiteful +bitterness that is inseparable from the nature of such women. And +she hated him the more because, wrapped in his cold contempt, he +moved in utter unconcern of her hostility. In this hatred she +certainly did not lack for allies, members of that licentious +court whose hostility towards the austere Chancellor was begotten +of his own scorn of them. Among them they worked to pull him +down. + +The attempt to undermine his influence with the King proving +vain--for Charles was as well aware of its inspiration as of the +Chancellor's value to him--that crew of rakes went laboriously +and insidiously to work upon the public mind, which is to say the +public ignorance--most fruitful soil for scandal against the +great. Who shall say how far my lady and the Court were +responsible for the lampoon affixed one day to my Lord +Clarendon's gatepost: + + Three sights to be seen: + Dunkirk, Tangier, and a barren queen. + +Her ladyship might well have considered the unpopularity of the +Chancellor as the crown of her triumph, had this triumph been as +stable as she could have wished. But, Charles being what he was, +it follows that her ladyship had frequent, if transient, anxious +jealousies to mar the perfection of her existence, to remind her +how insecure is the tenure of positions such as hers, ever at the +mercy of the very caprice to existence. + +And then, at long length, there came a day of horrid dread for +her, a day when she found herself bereft of her influence with +her royal lover, when pleadings and railings failed alike to sway +him. In part she owed it to an indiscretion of her own, but in +far greater measure to a child of sixteen, of a golden-headed, +fresh, youthful loveliness, and a nature that still found +pleasure in dolls and kindred childish things, yet of a quick and +lively wit, and a clear, intelligent mind, untroubled either by +the assiduity of the royal attentions or the fact that she was +become the toast of the day. + +This was Miss Frances Stewart, the daughter of Lord Blantyre, +newly come to Court as a Lady-in-Waiting to her Majesty. How +profound an impression her beauty made upon the admittedly +impressionable old Pepys you may study in his diary. He had a +glimpse of her one day riding in the Park with the King, and a +troop of ladies, among whom my Lady Castlemaine, looking, as he +tells us, "mighty out of humour." There was a moment when Miss +Stewart came very near to becoming Queen of England, and although +she never reached that eminence, yet her effigy not only found +its way into the coinage, but abides there to this day (more +perdurable than that of any actual queen) in the figure of +Britannia, for which she was the model. + +Charles wooed her openly. It was never his way to study +appearances in these matters. He was so assiduous that it became +customary in that winter of 1666 for those seeking the King at +Whitehall to inquire whether he were above or below--"below" +meaning Miss Stewart's apartments on the ground-floor of the +palace, in which apartments his Majesty was a constant visitor. +And since where the King goes the Court follows, and where the +King smiles there the Court fawns, it resulted that this child +now found herself queering it over a court that flocked to her +apartments. Gallants and ladies came there to flirt and to +gossip, to gamble and to pay homage. + +About a great table in her splendid salon, a company of rustling, +iridescent fops in satin and heavy periwigs, and of ladies with +curled head-dresses and bare shoulders, played at basset one +night in January. Conversation rippled, breaking here and there +into laughter, white, jewelled hands reached out for cards, or +for a share of the heaps of gold that swept this way and that +with the varying fortunes of the game. + +My Lady Castlemaine, seated between Etheredge and Rochester, +played in silence, with lips tight-set and brooding eyes. She had +lost, it is true, some L1500 that night; yet, a prodigal +gamester, and one who came easily by money, she had been known to +lose ten times that sum and yet preserve her smile. The source of +her ill-humour was not the game. She played recklessly, her +attention wandering; those handsome, brooding eyes of hers were +intent upon watching what went on at the other end of the long +room. There, at a smaller table, sat Miss Stewart, half a dozen +gallants hovering near her, engaged upon a game of cards of a +vastly different sort. Miss Stewart did not gamble. The only +purpose she could find for cards was to build castles; and +here she was building one with the assistance of her gallants, +and under the superintendence of his Grace of Buckingham, who +was as skilled in this as in other equally unstable forms of +architecture. + +Apart, over by the fire, in a great chair of gilt leather, +lounged the King, languidly observing this smaller party, a +faint, indolent smile o n his swarthy, saturnine countenance. +Absently, with one hand he stroked a little spaniel that was +curled in his lap. A black boy in a gorgeous, plumed turban and a +long, crimson surcoat arabesqued in gold--there were three or +four such attendants about the room--proffered him a cup of +posses on a golden salver. + +The King rose, thrust aside the little blackamoor, and with his +spaniel under his arm, sauntered across to Miss Stewart's table. +Soon he found himself alone with her--the others having removed +themselves on his approach, as jackals fall back before the +coming of the lion. The last to go, and with signs of obvious +reluctance, was his Grace of Richmond, a delicately-built, +uncomely, but very glittering gentleman. + +Charles faced her across the table, the tall house of cards +standing between them. + +Miss invited his Majesty's admiration for my Lord of Buckingham's +architecture. Pouf! His Majesty blew, and the edifice rustled +down to a mere heap of cards again. + +"Symbol of kingly power," said Miss, pertly. "You demolish better +than you build, sire." + +"Oddsfish! If you challenge me, it were easy to prove you wrong," +quoth he. + +"Pray do. The cards are here." + +"Cards! Pooh! Card castles are well enough for Buckingham. But +such is not the castle I'll build you if you command me." + +"I command the King's Majesty? Mon Dieu! But it would be treason +surely." + +"Not greater treason than to have enslaved me." His fine eyes +were oddly ardent. "Shall I build you this castle, child?" + +Miss looked at him, and looked away. Her eyelids fluttered +distractingly. She fetched a sigh. + +"The castle that your Majesty would build for any but your Queen +must prove a prison." + +She rose, and, looking across the room, she met the handsome, +scowling eyes of the neglected favourite. "My Lady Castlemaine +looks as if she feared that fortune were not favouring her." She +was so artless that Charles could not be sure there was a double +meaning to her speech. "Shall we go see how she is faring?" she +added, with a disregard for etiquette, whose artlessness he also +doubted. + +He yielded, of course. That was his way with beauty, especially +with beauty not yet reduced into possession. But the characteristic +urbanity with which he sauntered beside her across the room was +no more than a mask upon his chagrin. It was always thus that +pretty Frances Stewart used him. She always knew how to elude him +and, always with that cursed air of artlessness, uttered seemingly +simple sentences that clung to his mind to tantalize him. + +"The castle your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must +prove a prison." What had she meant by that? Must he take her to +queen before she would allow him to build a castle for her? + +It was an insistent, haunting thought, wracking his mind. He knew +there was a party hostile to the Duke of York and Clarendon, +which, fearing the succession of the former, and, so, of the +grandchildren of the latter, as a result of Catherine of +Braganza's childlessness, strongly favoured the King's divorce. + +It was a singular irony that my Lady Castlemaine should be +largely responsible for the existence of that party. In her +hatred for Clarendon, and her blind search for weapons that would +slay the Chancellor, she had, if not actually invented, at least +helped to give currency to the silly slander that Clarendon had +deliberately chosen for Charles a barren queen, so as to ensure +the ultimate succession of his own daughter's children. But she +had never thought to see that slander recoil upon her as it now +did; she had never thought that a party would come to rise up in +consequence that would urge divorce upon the King at the very +moment when he was consumed by passion for the unattainable, +artlessly artful Frances Stewart. + +It was Buckingham, greatly daring, who slyly made himself that +party's mouthpiece. The suggestion startled Charles, voicing, as +perhaps it did, the temptation by which he was secretly assailed. +He looked at Buckingham, frowning. + +"I verily believe you are the wickedest dog in England." + +The impudent gallant made a leg. "For a subject, sire, I believe +I am." + +Charles--with whom the amusing word seems ever to have been more +compelling than the serious--laughed his soft, mellow laugh. Then +he sighed, and the frown of thought returned. + +"It would be a wicked thing to make a poor lady miserable only +because she is my wife, and has no children by me, which is no +fault of hers." + +He was a thoroughly bad husband, but his indolent good-nature +shrank from purchasing his desires at the price of so much +ignominy to the Queen. Before that could come to pass it would be +necessary to give the screw of temptation another turn or two. +And it was Miss Stewart herself who--in all innocence--supplied +what was required in that direction. Driven to bay by the +importunities of Charles, she announced at last that it was her +intention to retire from Court, so as to preserve herself from +the temptations by which she was beset, and to determine the +uneasiness which, through no fault of her own, her presence was +occasioning the Queen; and she announced further, that, so +desperate had she been rendered that she would marry any +gentleman of fifteen hundred pounds a year who would have her in +honour. + +You behold Charles reduced to a state of panic. He sought to +bribe her with offers of any settlements she chose to name, or +any title she coveted, offering her these things at the nation's +expense as freely and lightly as the jewels he had tossed into +her lap, or the collar of pearls worth sixteen hundred pounds he +had put about her neck. The offers were ineffectual, and Charles, +driven almost to distraction by such invulnerable virtue, might +now have yielded to the insidious whispers of divorce and re- +marriage had not my Lady Castlemaine taken a hand in the game. + +Her ladyship, dwelling already, as a consequence of that royal +infatuation for Miss Stewart, in the cold, rarefied atmosphere of +a neglect that amounted almost to disgrace, may have considered +with bitterness how her attempt to exploit her hatred of the +Chancellor had recoiled upon herself. + +In the blackest hour of her despair, when hope seemed almost +dead, she made a discovery--or, rather, the King's page, the +ineffable Chiffinch, Lord Keeper of the Back Stairs and Grand- +Eunuch of the Royal Seraglio, who was her ladyship's friend, made +it and communicated it to her There had been one ardent +respondent in the Duke of Richmond to that proclamation of Miss +Stewart's that she would marry any gentleman of fifteen hundred +pounds a year. Long enamoured of her, his Grace saw here his +opportunity, and he seized it. Consequently he was now in +constant attendance upon her, but very secretly, since he feared +the King's displeasure. + +My Lady Castlemaine, having discovered this, and being well +served in the matter by Chiffinch, spied her opportunity. It came +one cold night towards the end of February of that year 1667. +Charles, going below at a late hour to visit Miss Stewart, when +he judged that she would be alone, was informed by her maid that +Miss was not receiving, a headache compelling her to keep her +room. + +His Majesty returned above in a very ill-humour, to find himself +confronted in his own apartments by my Lady Castlemaine. +Chiffinch had introduced her by the back-stairs entrance. Charles +stiffened at sight of her. + +"I hope I may be allowed to pay my homage," says she, on a note +of irony, "although the angelic Stewart has forbid you to see me +at my own house. I come to condole with you upon the affliction +and grief into which the new-fashioned chastity of the inhuman +Stewart has reduced your Majesty." + +"You are pleased to be amused, ma'am," says Charles frostily. + +"I will not," she returned him, "make use of reproaches which +would disgrace myself; still less will I endeavour to excuse +frailties in myself which nothing can justify, since your +constancy for me deprives me of all defence." Her ladyship, you +see, had a considerable gift of sarcasm. + +"In that case, may I ask you why you have come?" + +"To open your eyes. Because I cannot bear that you should be made +the jest of your own Court." + +"Madam!" + +"Ah! You didn't know, of course, that you are being laughed at +for the gross manner in which you are being imposed upon by the +Stewart's affectations, any more than you know that whilst you +are denied admittance to her apartments, under the presence of +some indisposition, the Duke of Richmond is with her now." + +"That is false," he was beginning, very indignantly. + +"I do not desire you to take my word for it. If you will follow +me, you will no longer be the dupe of a false prude, who makes +you act so ridiculous a part." + +She took him, still half-resisting, by the hand, and in silence +led him, despite his reluctance, back by the way he had so lately +come. Outside her rival's door she left him, but she paused at +the end of the gallery to make sure that he had entered. + +Within he found himself confronted by several of Miss Stewart's +chambermaids, who respectfully barred his way, one of them +informing him scarcely above a whisper that her mistress had been +very ill since his Majesty left, but that, being gone to bed, she +was, God be thanked, in a very fine sleep. + +"That I must see," said the King. And, since one of the women +placed herself before the door of the inner room, his Majesty +unceremoniously took her by the shoulders and put her aside. + +He thrust open the door, and stepped without further ceremony +into the well-lighted bedroom. Miss Stewart occupied the +handsome, canopied bed. But far from being as he had been told, +in "a very fine sleep," she was sitting up; and far from +presenting an ailing appearance, she looked radiantly well and +very lovely in her diaphanous sleeping toilet, with golden +ringlets in distracting disarray Nor was she alone. By her pillow +sat one who, if at first to be presumed her physician, proved +upon scrutiny to be the Duke of Richmond. + +The King's swarthy face turned a variety of colours, his languid +eyes lost all trace of languor. Those who knew his nature might +have expected that he would now deliver himself with that +sneering sarcasm, that indolent cynicism, which he used upon +occasion. But he was too deeply stirred for acting. His self- +control deserted him entirely. Exactly what he said has not been +preserved for us. All that we are told is that he signified his +resentment in such terms as he had never before used; and that +his Grace, almost petrified by the King's most royal rage, +uttered never a word in answer. The windows of the room +overlooked the Thames. The King's eyes strayed towards them. +Richmond was slight of build, Charles vigorous and athletic. His +Grace took the door betimes lest the window should occur to his +Majesty, and so he left the lady alone with the outraged monarch. + +Thereafter Charles did not have it all quite his own way. Miss +Stewart faced him in an indignation nothing less than his own, +and she was very far from attempting any such justification of +herself, or her conduct, as he may have expected. + +"Will your Majesty be more precise as to the grounds of your +complaint?" she invited him challengingly. + +That checked his wildness. It brought him up with a round turn. +His jaw fell, and he stared at her, lost now for words. Of this +she took the fullest advantage. + +"If I am not allowed to receive visits from a man of the Duke of +Richmond's rank, who comes with honourable intentions, then I am +a slave in a free country. I know of no engagement that should +prevent me from disposing of my hand as I think fit. But if this +is not permitted me in your Majesty's dominions, I do not believe +there is any power on earth can prevent me going back to France, +and throwing myself into a convent, there to enjoy the peace +denied me at this Court." + +With that she melted into tears, and his discomfiture was +complete. On his knees he begged her forgiveness for the injury +he had done her. But Miss was not in a forgiving humour. + +"If your Majesty would graciously consent to leave me now in +peace," said she, "you would avoid offending by a longer visit +those who accompanied or conducted you to my apartments." + +She had drawn a bow at a venture but shrewdly, and the shaft went +home Charles rose, red in the face. Swearing he would never speak +to her again, he stalked out. + +Later, however, he considered. If he felt bitterly aggrieved, he +must also have realized that he had no just grounds for this, and +that in his conduct in Miss Stewart's room he had been entirely +ridiculous. She was rightly resolved against being lightly worn +by any man. If anything, the reflection must have fanned his +passion. It was impossible, he thought, that she should love that +knock-kneed fellow, Richmond, who had no graces either of body or +of mind, and if she suffered the man's suit, it must be, as she +had all but said, so that she might be delivered from the +persecution to which his Majesty had submitted her. The thought +of her marrying Richmond, or, indeed, anybody, was unbearable to +Charles, and it may have stifled his last scruple in the matter +of the divorce. + +His first measure next morning was to banish Richmond from the +Court. But Richmond had not stayed for the order to quit. The +King's messenger found him gone already. + +Then Charles took counsel in the matter with the Chancellor. +Clarendon's habitual gravity was increased to sternness. He spoke +to the King--taking the fullest advantage of the tutelary +position in which for the last twenty-five years he had stood to +him--much as he had spoken when Charles had proposed to make +Barbara Palmer a Lady of the Queen's Bedchamber, saving that he +was now even more uncompromising. The King was not pleased with +him. But just as he had had his way, despite the Chancellor, in +that other matter, so he would have his way despite him now. +This time, however, the Chancellor took no risks. He feared too +much the consequences for Charles, and he determined to spare no +effort to avoid a scandal, and to save the already deeply-injured +Queen. So he went secretly to work to outwit the King. He made +himself the protector of those lovers, the Duke of Richmond and +Miss Stewart, with the result that one dark night, a week or two +later, the lady stole away from the Palace of White-hall, and +made her way to the Bear Tavern, at the Bridge-foot, Westminster, +where Richmond awaited her with a coach. And so, by the secret +favour of the Lord Chancellor, they stole away to Kent and +matrimony. + +That was checkmate indeed to Charles who swore all manner of +things in his mortification. But it was not until some six weeks +later that he learnt by whose agency the thing had been +accomplished. He learnt it, not a doubt, from my Lady +Castlemaine. + +The estrangement between her ladyship and the King, which dated +back to the time of his desperate courtship of Miss Stewart, was +at last made up; and once again we see her ladyship triumphant, +and firmly established in the amorous King's affections. She had +cause to be grateful to the Chancellor for this. But her +vindictive nature remembered only the earlier injury still +unavenged. Here at last was her chance to pay off that score. +Clarendon, beset by enemies on every hand, yet trusting in the +King whom he had served so well, stood his ground unintimidated +and unmoved--an oak that had weathered mightier storms than this. +He did not dream that he was in the power of an evil woman. And +that woman used her power. When all else failed, she told the +King of Clarendon's part in the flight of Miss Stewart, and lest +the King should be disposed to pardon the Chancellor out of +consideration for his motives, represented him as a self-seeker, +and charged him with having acted thus so as to make sure of +keeping his daughter's children by the Duke of York in the +succession. + +That was the end. Charles withdrew his protection, threw +Clarendon to the wolves. He sent the Duke of Albemarle to him +with a command that he should surrender his seals of office. The +proud old man refused to yield his seals to any but the King +himself. He may have hoped that the memory of all that lay +between them would rise up once more when they were face to face. +So he came in person to Whitehall to make surrender. He walked +deliberately, firmly, and with head erect, through the hostile +throng of courtiers--"especially the buffoones and ladys of +pleasure," as Evelyn says. + +Of his departure thence, his disgrace now consummated, Pepys has +left us a vivid picture: + +"When he went from the King on Monday morning my Lady Castlemaine +was in bed (though about twelve o'clock), and ran out in her +smock into her aviary looking into Whitehall Gardens; and thither +her woman brought her her nightgown; and she stood, blessing +herself at the old man's going away; and several of the gallants +of Whitehall--of which there were many staying to see the +Chancellor's return--did talk to her in her birdcage; among +others Blandford, telling her she was the bird of passage." + +Clarendon lingered, melancholy and disillusioned, at his fine +house in Piccadilly until, impeached by Parliament, he remembered +Strafford's fate, and set out to tread once more and for the +remainder of his days the path of exile. + +Time avenged him. Two of his granddaughters--Mary and Anne-- +reigned successively as queens in England. + + + + + +X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + +Count Philip Koenigsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + + + +He was accounted something of a scamp throughout Europe, and +particularly in England, where he had been associated with his +brother in the killing of Mr. Thynne. But the seventeenth century +did not look for excessively nice scruples in a soldier of +fortune; and so it condoned the lack of virtue in Count Philip +Christof Koenigsmark for the sake of his personal beauty, his +elegance, his ready wit, and his magnificent address. The court +of Hanover made him warmly welcome, counting itself the richer +for his presence; whilst he, on his side, was retained there by +the Colonelcy in the Electoral Guard to which he had been +appointed, and by his deep and ill-starred affection for the +Princess Sophia Dorothea, the wife of the Electoral Prince, who +later was to reign in England as King George I. + +His acquaintance with her dated back to childhood, for they had +been playmates at her father's ducal court of Zell, where +Koenigsmark had been brought up. With adolescence he had gone out +into the world to seek the broader education which it offered to +men of quality and spirit. He had fought bulls in Madrid, and the +infidel overseas; he had wooed adventure wherever it was to be +met, until romance hung about him like an aura. Thus Sophia met +him again, a dazzling personality, whose effulgence shone the +more brightly against the dull background of that gross +Hanoverian court; an accomplished, graceful, self-reliant man of +the world, in whom she scarcely recognized her sometime playmate. + +The change he found in her was no less marked, though of a +different kind. The sweet child he had known--she had been +married in 1682, at the age of sixteen--had come in her ten years +of wedded life to the fulfilment of the handsome promise of her +maidenhood. But her beauty was spiritualized by a certain +wistfulness that had not been there before, that should not have +been there now had all been well. The sprightliness inherent in +her had not abated, but it had assumed a certain warp of +bitterness; humour, which is of the heart, had given place in her +to wit, which is of the mind, and this wit was barbed, and a +little reckless of how or where it offended. + +Koenigsmark observed these changes that the years had wrought, and +knew enough of her story to account for them. He knew of her +thwarted love for her cousin, the Duke of Wolfenbuttel, thwarted +for the sake of dynastic ambition, to the end that by marrying +her to the Electoral Prince George the whole of the Duchy of +Luneberg might be united. Thus, for political reasons, she had +been thrust into a union that was mutually loveless; for Prince +George had as little affection to bring to it as herself. Yet for +a prince the door to compensations is ever open. Prince George's +taste, as is notorious, was ever for ugly women, and this taste +he indulged so freely, openly, and grossly that the coldness +towards him with which Sophia had entered the alliance was +eventually converted into disgust and contempt. + +Thus matters stood between that ill-matched couple; contempt on +her side, cold dislike on his, a dislike that was fully shared by +his father, the Elector, Ernest Augustus, and encouraged in the +latter by the Countess von Platen. + +Madame von Platen, the wife of the Elector's chief minister of +state, was--with the connivance of her despicable husband, who +saw therein the means to his own advancement--the acknowledged +mistress of Ernest Augustus. She was a fleshly, gauche, vain, and +ill-favoured woman. Malevolence sat in the creases of her painted +face, and peered from her mean eyes. Yet, such as she was, the +Elector Ernest loved her. His son's taste for ugly women would +appear to have been hereditary. + +Between the Countess and Sophia there was a deadly feud. The +princess had mortally offended her father-in-law's favourite. Not +only had she never troubled to dissemble the loathing which that +detestable woman inspired in her, but she had actually given it +such free and stinging expression as had provoked against Madame +von Platen the derision of the court, a derision so ill-concealed +that echoes of it had reached its object, and made her aware of +the source from whence it sprang. + +It was into this atmosphere of hostility that the advent of the +elegant, romantic Koenigsmark took place. He found the stage set +for comedy of a grim and bitter kind, which he was himself, by +his recklessness, to convert into tragedy. + +It began by the Countess von Platen's falling in love with him. +It was some time before he suspected it, though heaven knows he +did not lack for self-esteem. Perhaps it was this very self- +esteem that blinded him here to the appalling truth. Yet in the +end understanding came to him. When the precise significance of +the fond leer of that painted harridan's repellent coquetry was +borne in upon him he felt the skin of his body creep and roughen +But he dissembled craftily. He was a venal scamp, after all, and +in the court of Hanover he saw opportunities to employ his gifts +and his knowledge of the great world in such a way as to win to +eminence. He saw that the Elector's favourite could be of use to +him; and it is not your adventurer's way to look too closely into +the nature of the ladder by which he has the chance to climb. + +Skilfully, craftily, then, he played the enamoured countess so +long as her fondness for him might be useful, her hostility +detrimental. But once the Colonelcy of the Electoral Guards was +firmly in his grasp, and an intimate friendship had ripened +between himself and Prince Charles--the Elector's younger son-- +sufficiently to ensure his future, he plucked off the mask and +allied himself with Sophia in her hostility towards Madame von +Platen. He did worse. Some little time thereafter, whilst on a +visit to the court of Poland, he made one night in his cups a +droll story of the amorous persecution which he had suffered at +Madame von Platen's hands. + +It was a tale that set the profligate company in a roar. But +there was one present who afterwards sent a report of it to the +Countess, and you conceive the nature of the emotions it aroused +in her. Her rage was the greater for being stifled. It was +obviously impossible for her to appeal to her lover, the Elector, +to avenge her. From the Elector, above all others, must the +matter be kept concealed. But not on that account would she forgo +the vengeance due. She would present a reckoning in full ere all +was done, and bitterly should the presumptuous young adventurer +who had flouted her be made to pay. + +The opportunity was very soon to be afforded her. It arose more +or less directly out of an act in which she indulged her spite +against Sophia. This lay in throwing Melusina Schulemberg into +the arms of the Electoral Prince. Melusina, who was years +afterwards to be created Duchess of Kendal, had not yet attained +to that completeness of lank, bony hideousness that was later to +distinguish her in England. But even in youth she could boast of +little attraction. Prince George, however, was easily attracted. +A dull, undignified libertine, addicted to over-eating, heavy +drinking, and low conversation, he found in Melusina von +Schulemberg an ideal mate. Her installation as maitresse en-titre +took place publicly at a ball given by Prince George at +Herrenhausen, a ball at which the Princess Sophia was present. + +Accustomed, inured, as she was to the coarse profligacy of her +dullard husband, and indifferent to his philandering as her +contempt of him now left her, yet in the affront thus publicly +offered her, she felt that the limit of endurance had been +reached. Next day it was found that she had disappeared from +Herrenhausen. She had fled to her father's court at Zell. + +But her father received her coldly; lectured her upon the freedom +and levity of her manners, which he condemned as unbecoming the +dignity of her rank; recommended her to use in future greater +prudence, and a proper, wifely submission; and, the homily +delivered, packed her back to her husband at Herrenhausen. + +George's reception of her on her return was bitterly hostile. She +had been guilty of a more than usual, of an unpardonable want of +respect for him. She must learn what was due to her station, and +to her husband. He would thank her to instruct herself in these +matters against his return from Berlin, whither he was about to +journey, and he warned her that he would suffer no more tantrums +of that kind. + +Thus he delivered himself, with cold hate in his white, flabby, +frog-face and in the very poise of his squat, ungainly figure. + +Thereafter he departed for Berlin, bearing hate of her with him, +and leaving hate and despair behind. + +It was then, in this despair, that Sophia looked about her for a +true friend to lend her the aid she so urgently required; to +rescue her from her intolerable, soul-destroying fate. And at her +elbow, against this dreadful need, Destiny had placed her +sometime playmate, her most devoted friend--as she accounted +him, and as, indeed, he was--the elegant, reckless Koenigsmark, +with his beautiful face, his golden mane, and his unfathomable +blue eyes. + +Walking with him one summer day between clipped hedges in the +formal gardens of Herrenhausen--that palace as squat and +ungraceful as those who had built and who inhabited it--she +opened her heart to him very fully, allowed him, in her +overwhelming need of sympathy, to see things which for very shame +she had hitherto veiled from all other eyes. She kept nothing +back; she dwelt upon her unhappiness with her boorish husband, +told him of slights and indignities innumerable, whose pain she +had hitherto so bravely dissembled, confessed, even, that he had +beaten her upon occasion. + +Koenigsmark went red and white by turns, with the violent surge of +his emotions, and the deep sapphire eyes blazed with wrath when +she came at last to the culminating horror of blows endured. + +"It is enough, madame," he cried. "I swear to you, as Heaven +hears me, that he shall be punished." + +"Punished?" she echoed, checking in her stride, and looked at him +with a smile of sad incredulity. "It is not his punishment I +seek, my friend, but my own salvation." + +"The one can be accomplished with the other," he answered hotly, +and struck the cut-steel hilt of his sword. "You shall be rid of +this lout as soon as ever I can come to him. I go after him to +Berlin to-night." + +The colour all faded from her cheeks, her sensitive lips fell +apart, as she looked at him aghast. + +"Why, what would you do? What do you mean?" she asked him. + +"I will send him the length of my sword, and so make a widow of +you, madame." + +She shook her head. "Princes do not fight," she said, on a note +of contempt. + +"I shall so shame him that he will have no alternative--unless, +indeed, he is shameless. I will choose my occasion shrewdly, put +an affront on him one evening in his cups, when drink shall have +made him valiant enough to commit himself to a meeting. If even +that will not answer, and he still shields himself behind his +rank--why, there are other ways to serve him." He was thinking, +perhaps, of Mr. Thynne. + +The heat of so much reckless, romantic fury on her behalf warmed +the poor lady, who had so long been chilled for want of sympathy, +and starved of love. Impulsively she caught his hand in hers. + +"My friend, my friend!" she cried, on a note that quivered and +broke. "You are mad--wonderfully beautifully mad, but mad. What +would become of you if you did this?" + +He swept the consideration aside by a contemptuous, almost angry +gesture. "Does that matter? I am concerned with what is to become +of you. I was born for your service, my princess, and the service +being rendered . . ." He shrugged and smiled, threw out his hands +and let them fall again to his sides in an eloquent gesture. He +was the complete courtier, the knight-errant, the romantic preux- +chevalier all in one. + +She drew closer to him, took the blue lapels of his military coat +in her white hands, and looked pathetically up into his beautiful +face. If ever she wanted to kiss a man, she surely wanted to kiss +Koenigsmark in that moment, but as she might have kissed a loving +brother, in token of her deep gratitude for his devotion to her +who had known so little true devotion. + +"If you knew," she said, "what balsam this proof of your +friendship has poured upon the wounds of my soul, you would +understand my utter lack of words in which to thank you. You +dumbfound me, my friend; I can find no expression for my +gratitude." + +"I ask no gratitude," quoth he. "I am all gratitude myself that +you should have come to me in the hour of your need. I but ask +your leave to serve you in my own way." + +She shook her head. She saw his blue eyes grow troubled. + +He was about to speak, to protest, but she hurried on. "Serve me +if you will--God knows I need the service of a loyal friend--but +serve me as I shall myself decide--no other way." + +"But what alternative service can exist?" he asked, almost +impatiently. + +"I have it in mind to escape from this horrible place--to quit +Hanover, never to return." + +"But to go whither?" + +"Does it matter? Anywhere away from this hateful court, and this +hateful life; anywhere, since my father will not let me find +shelter at Zell, as I had hoped. Had it not been for the thought +of my children, I should have fled long ago. For the sake of +those two little ones I have suffered patiently through all these +years. But the limit of endurance has been reached and passed. +Take me away. Koenigsmark!" She was clutching his lapels again. +"If you would really serve me, help me to escape." + +His hands descended upon hers, and held them prisoned against his +breast. A flush crept into his fair cheeks, there was a sudden +kindling of the eyes that looked down into her own piteous ones. +These sensitive, romantic natures are quickly stirred to passion, +ever ready to yield to the adventure of it. + +"My princess," he said, "you may count upon your Koenigsmark while +he has life." Disengaging her hands from his lapels, but still +holding them, he bowed low over them, so low that his heavy +golden mane tumbled forward on either side of his handsome head +to form a screen under cover of which he pressed his lips upon +her fingers. + +She let him have his will with her hands. It was little enough +reward for so much devotion. + +"I thank you again," she breathed. "And now I must think--I must +consider where I can count upon finding refuge." + +That cooled his ardour a little. His own high romantic notion +was, no doubt, to fling her there and then upon the withers of +his horse, and so ride out into the wide world to carve a kingdom +for her with his sword. Her sober words dispelled the dream, +revealed to him that it was not quite intended he should +hereafter be her custodian. And there for the moment the matter +was suspended. + +Both had behaved quite recklessly. Each should have remembered +that an Electoral Princess is not wise to grant a protracted +interview, accompanied by lapel-holding, hand-holding, and hand- +kissings, within sight of the windows of a palace. And, as it +happened, behind one of those windows lurked the Countess von +Platen, watching them jealously, and without any disposition to +construe the meeting innocently. Was she not the deadly enemy of +both? Had not the Princess whetted satire upon her, and had not +Koenigsmark scorned the love she proffered him, and then +unpardonably published it in a ribald story to excite the mirth +of profligates? + +That evening the Countess purposefully sought her lover, the +Elector. + +"Your son is away in Prussia," quoth she. "Who guards his honour +in his absence?" + +"George's honour?" quoth the Elector, bulging eyes staring at the +Countess. He did not laugh, as might have been expected at the +notion of guarding something whose existence was not easily +discerned. He had no sense of humour, as his appearance +suggested. He was a short, fat man with a face shaped like a +pear--narrow in the brow and heavy in the jowl. "What the devil +do you mean?" he asked. + +"I mean that this foreign adventurer, Koenigsmark, and Sophia grow +too intimate." + +"Sophia!" Thick eyebrows were raised until they almost met the +line of his ponderous peruke. His face broke into malevolent +creases expressive of contempt. + +"That white-faced ninny! Bah!" Her very virtue was matter for +his scorn. + +"It is these white-faced ninnies can be most sly," replied the +Countess, out of her worldly wisdom. "Listen a moment now." And +she related, with interest rather than discount, you may be sure, +what she had witnessed that afternoon. + +The malevolence deepened in his face. He had never loved Sophia, +and he felt none the kinder towards her for her recent trip to +Zell. Then, too, being a libertine, and the father of a +libertine, it logically followed that unchastity in his women- +folk was in his eyes the unpardonable sin. + +He heaved himself out of his deep chair. "How far has this +gone?" he demanded. + +Prudence restrained the Countess from any over-statement that +might afterwards be disproved. Besides, there was not the need, +if she could trust her senses. Patience and vigilance would +presently afford her all the evidence required to damn the pair. +She said as much, and promised the Elector that she would +exercise herself the latter quality in his son's service. Again +the Elector did not find it grotesque that his mistress should +appoint herself the guardian of his son's honour. + +The Countess went about that congenial task with zeal--though +George's honour was the least thing that concerned her. What +concerned her was the dishonour of Sophia, and the ruin of +Koenigsmark. So she watched assiduously, and set others, too, to +watch for her and to report. And almost daily now she had for the +Elector a tale of whisperings and hand-pressings, and secret +stolen meetings between the guilty twain. The Elector enraged, +and would have taken action, but that the guileful Countess +curbed him. All this was not enough. An accusation that could not +be substantiated would ruin all chance of punishing the +offenders, might recoil, indeed, upon the accusers by bringing +the Duke of Zell to his daughter's aid. So they must wait yet +awhile until they held more absolute proof of this intrigue. + +And then at last one day the Countess sped in haste to the +Elector with word that Koenigsmark and the Princess had shut +themselves up together in the garden pavilion. Let him come at +once, and he should so discover them for himself, and thus at +last be able to take action. The Countess was flushed with +triumph. Be that meeting never so innocent--and Madame von Platen +could not, being what she was, and having seen what she had seen, +conceive it innocent--it was in an Electoral Princess an +unforgivable indiscretion, to take the most charitable view, +which none would dream of taking. So the Elector, fiercely red in +the face, hurried off to the pavilion with Madame von Platen +following. He came too late, despite the diligence of his spy. + +Sophia had been there, but her interview with the Count had been +a brief one. She had to tell him that at last she was resolved in +all particulars. She would seek a refuge at the court of her +cousin, the Duke of Wolfenbuttel, who, she was sure--for the sake +of what once had lain between them--would not now refuse to +shelter and protect her. Of Koenigsmark she desired that he should +act as her escort to her cousin's court. + +Koenigsmark was ready, eager. In Hanover he would leave nothing +that he regretted. At Wolfenbuttelyy, having served Sophia +faithfully, his ever-growing, romantic passion for her might find +expression. She would make all dispositions, and advise him when +she was ready to set out. But they must use caution, for they +were being spied upon. Madame von Platen's over-eagerness had in +part betrayed her. It was, indeed, their consciousness of +espionage which had led to this dangerous meeting in the +seclusion of the pavilion, and which urged him to linger after +Sophia had left him. They were not to be seen to emerge together. + +The young Dane sat alone on the window-seat, his chin in his +hands, his eyes dreamy, a faint smile on his shapely lips, when +Ernest Augustus burst furiously in, the Countess von Platen +lingering just beyond the threshold. The Elector's face was +apoplectically purple from rage and haste, his breath came in +wheezing gasps. His bulging eyes swept round the chamber, and +fastened finally, glaring, upon the startled Koenigsmark. + +"Where is the Princess?" he blurted out. + +The Count espied Madame von Platen in the back ground, and had +the scent of mischief very strong. But he preserved an air of +innocent mystification. He rose and answered with courteous ease: + +"Your Highness is seeking her? Shall I ascertain for you?" + +At a loss, Ernest Augustus stared a moment, then flung a glance +over his shoulder at the Countess. + +"I was told that her Highness was here," he said. + +"Plainly," said Koenigsmark, with perfect calm, "you have been +misinformed." And his quiet glance and gesture invited the +Elector to look round for himself. + +"How long have you been here yourself?" Feeling at a +disadvantage, the Elector avoided the direct question that was in +his mind. + +"Half an hour at least." + +"And in that time you have not seen the Princess?" + +"Seen the Princess?" Koenigsmark's brows were knit perplexedly. "I +scarcely understand your Highness." + +The Elector moved a step and trod on a soft substance. He looked +down, then stooped, and rose again, holding in his hand a woman's +glove. + +"What's this?" quoth he. "Whose glove is this?" + +If Koenigsmark's heart missed a beat--as well it may have done-- +he did not betray it outwardly. He smiled; indeed he almost +laughed. + +"Your Highness is amusing himself at my expense by asking me +questions that only a seer could answer." + +The Elector was still considering him with his ponderously +suspicious glance, when quick steps approached. A serving-maid, +one of Sophia's women, appeared in the doorway of the pavilion. + +"What do you want?" the Elector snapped at her. + +"A glove her Highness lately dropped here," was the timid answer, +innocently precipitating the very discovery which the woman had +been too hastily dispatched to avert. + +The Elector flung the glove at her, and there was a creak of evil +laughter from him. When she had departed' he turned again to +Koenigsmark. + +"You fence skilfully," said he, sneering, "too skilfully for an +honest man. Will you now tell me without any more of this, +precisely what the Princess Sophia was doing here with you?" + +Koenigsmark drew himself stiffly up, looking squarely into the +furnace of the Elector's face. + +"Your Highness assumes that the Princess was here with me, and a +prince is not to be contradicted, even when he insults a lady +whose spotless purity is beyond his understanding. But your +Highness can hardly expect me to become in never so slight a +degree a party to that insult by vouchsafing any answer to your +question." + +"That is your last word, sir?" The Elector shook with suppressed +anger. + +"Your Highness cannot think that words are necessary?" + +The bulging eyes grew narrow, the heavy nether lip was thrust +forth in scorn and menace. + +"You are relieved, sir, of your duties in the Electoral Guard, +and as that is the only tie binding you to Hanover, we see no +reason why your sojourn here should be protracted." + +Koenigsmark bowed stiffly, formally. "It shall end, your Highness, +as soon as I can make the necessary arrangements for my +departure--in a week at most." + +"You are accorded three days, sir." The Elector turned, and +waddled out, leaving Koenigsmark to breathe freely again. The +three days should suffice for the Princess also. It was very +well. + +The Elector, too, thought that it was very well. He had given +this troublesome fellow his dismissal, averted a scandal, and +placed his daughter-in-law out of the reach of harm. Madame von +Platen was the only one concerned who thought that it was not +well at all, the consummation being far from that which she had +desired. She had dreamt of a flaming scandal, that should utterly +consume her two enemies, Sophia and Koenigsmark. Instead, she saw +them both escaping, and the fact that she was--as she may have +supposed--effectively separating two loving hearts could be no +sort of adequate satisfaction for such bitter spite as hers. +Therefore she plied her wicked wits to force an issue more +germane to her desires. + +The course she took was fraught with a certain peril. Yet +confident that at worst she could justify it, and little fearing +that the worst would happen, she boldly went to work. She forged +next day a brief note in which the Princess Sophia urgently bade +Koenigsmark to come to her at ten o'clock that night in her own +apartments, and with threat and bribe induced the waiting woman +of the glove to bear that letter. + +Now it so happened that Koenigsmark, through the kind offices of +Sophia's maid-of-honour, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck, who was in +the secret of their intentions, had sent the Princess a note that +morning, briefly stating the urgency of departure, and begging +her so to arrange that she could leave Herrenhausen with him on +the morrow. He imagined the note now brought him to be in answer +to that appeal of his. Its genuineness he never doubted, being +unacquainted with Sophia's writing. He was aghast at the rashness +which dictated such an acsignation, yet never hesitated as to +keeping it. It was not his way to hesitate. He trusted to the +gods who watch over the destinies of the bold. + +And meanwhile Madame von Platen was reproaching her lover with +having dealt too softly with the Dane. + +"Bah!" said the Elector. "To-morrow he goes his ways, and we are +rid of him. Is not that enough?" + +"Enough, if, soon as he goes, he goes not too late already," +quoth she. + +"Now what will you be hinting?" he asked her peevishly. + +"I'll be more plain. I will tell you what I know. It is this. +Koenigsmark has an assignation with the Princess Sophia this +very night at ten o'clock--and where do you suppose? In her +Highness's own apartments." + +The Elector came to his feet with an oath. "That is not true!" he +cried. "It cannot be!" + +"Then I'll say no more," quoth Jezebel, and snapped her thin +lips. + +"Ah, but you shall. How do you know this?" + +"That I cannot tell you without betraying a confidence. Let it +suffice you that I do know it. Consider now whether in banishing +this profligate you have sufficiently avenged the honour of your +son." + +"My God, if I thought this were true...." He choked with rage, +stood shaking a moment, then strode to the door, calling. + +"The truth is easily ascertained," said Madame. "Conceal yourself +in the Rittersaal, and await his coming forth. But you had best +go attended, for it is a very reckless rogue, and he has been +known aforetime to practice murder." + +Whilst the Elector, acting upon this advice, was getting his men +together, Koenigsmark was wasting precious moments in Sophia's +antechamber, whilst Mademoiselle de Knesebeck apprised her +Highness of his visit. Sophia had already retired to bed, and +the amazing announcement of the Count's presence there startled +her into a fear of untoward happenings. She was overwhelmed, too, +by the rashness of this step of his, coming after the events +of yesterday. If it should be known that he had visited her +thus, terrible consequences might ensue. She rose, and with +Mademoiselle de Knesebeck's aid made ready to receive him. Yet +for all that she made haste, the precious irreclaimable moments +sped. + +She came to him at last, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck following, for +propriety's sake. + +"What is it?" she asked him breathlessly. "What brings you here +at such an hour?" + +"What brings me?" quoth he, surprised at that reception. "Why, +your commands--your letter." + +"My letter? What letter?" + +A sense of doom, of being trapped, suddenly awoke in him. He +plucked forth the treacherous note, and proffered it. + +"Why, what does this mean?" She swept a white hand over her eyes +and brows, as if to brush away some thing that obscured her +vision. "That is not mine. I never wrote it. How could you dream +I should be imprudent as to bid you hither, and at such an hour +How could you dream it?" + +"You are right," said he, and laughed, perhaps to ease her alarm, +perhaps in sheer bitter mirth. "It will be, no doubt, the work of +our friend, Madame von Platen. I had best begone. For the rest, +my travelling chaise will wait from noon until sunset to-morrow +by the Markt Kirck in Hanover, and I shall wait within it. I +shall hope to conduct you safely to Wolfenbuttelyy." + +"I will come, I will come. But go now--oh, go!" + +He looked very deeply into her eyes--a valedictory glance against +the worst befalling him. Then he took her hand, bowed over it and +kissed it, and so departed. + +He crossed the outer ante-room, descended the short flight of +stairs, and pushed open the heavy door of the Hall of Knights. He +passed through, and thrust the door behind him, then stood a +moment looking round the vast apartment. If he was too late to +avoid the springs of the baited trap, it was here that they +should snap upon him. Yet all was still. A single lamp on a table +in the middle of the vast chamber shed a feeble, flickering +light, yet sufficient to assure him that no one waited here. He +sighed relief, wrapped his cloak about him, and set out swiftly +to cross the hall. + +But even as he passed, four shadows detached themselves from the +tall stove, resolved themselves into armed men, and sprang after +him. + +He heard them, wheeled about, flung off his cloak, and disengaged +his sword, all with the speed of lightning and the address of the +man who for ten years had walked amid perils, and learned to +depend upon his blade. That swift action sealed his doom. Their +orders were to take him living or dead, and standing in awe of +his repute, they were not the men to incur risks. Even as he came +on guard, a partisan grazed his head, and another opened his +breast. + +He went down, coughing and gasping, blood dabbling his bright +golden hair, and staining the priceless Mechlin at his throat, +yet his right hand still desperately clutching his useless sword. + +His assassins stood about him, their partisans levelled to strike +again, and summoned him to yield. Then, beside one of them, he +suddenly beheld the Countess von Platen materializing out of the +surrounding shadows as it seemed, and behind her the squat, +ungraceful figure of the Elector. He fought for breath. +"I am slain," he gasped, "and as I am to appear before my Maker +I swear to you that the Princess Sophia is innocent. Spare her at +least, your Highness." + +"Innocent!" said the Elector hoarsely. "Then what did you now in +her apartments? + +"It was a trap set for us by this foul hag, who . . ." + +The heel of the vindictive harridan ground viciously upon the +lips of the dying man and choked his utterance. Thereafter the +halberts finished him off, and he was buried there and then, in +lime, under the floor of the Hall of Knights, under the very spot +where he had fallen, which was long to remain imbrued with his +blood. + +Thus miserably perished the glittering Koenigsmark, a martyr to +his own irrepressible romanticism. + +As for Sophia, better might it have been for her had she shared +his fate that night. She was placed under arrest next morning, +and Prince George was summoned back from Berlin at once. + +The evidence may have satisfied him that his honour had not +suffered, for he was disposed to let the matter drop, content +that they should remain in the forbidding relations which had +existed between them before this happening. But Sophia was +uncompromising in her demand for strict justice. + +"If I am guilty, I am unworthy of you," she told him. "If +innocent, you are unworthy of me." + +There was no more to be said. A consistory court was assembled to +divorce them. But since with the best intentions there was no +faintest evidence of her adultery, this court had to be content +to pronounce the divorce upon the ground of her desertion. + +She protested against the iniquity of this. But she protested in +vain. She was carried off into the grim captivity of a castle on +the Ahlen, to drag out in that melancholy duress another thirty- +two years of life. + +Her death took place in November of 1726. And the story runs that +on her death-bed she delivered to a person of trust a letter to +her sometime husband, now King George I. of England. Seven months +later, as King George was on his way to his beloved Hanover, that +letter was placed in his carriage as it crossed the frontier into +Germany. It contained Sophia's dying declaration of innocence, +and her solemn summons to King George to stand by her side before +the judgment-seat of Heaven within a year, and there make answer +in her presence for the wrongs he had done her, for her blighted +life and her miserable death. + +King George's answer to that summons was immediate. The reading +of that letter brought on the apoplectic seizure of which he died +in his carriage next day--the 9th of June, 1727--on the road to +Osnabruck. + + + + + +XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + +Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Morat + + + +Tyrannicide was the term applied to her deed by Adam Lux, her +lover in the sublimest and most spiritual sense of the word--for +he never so much as spoke to her, and she never so much as knew +of his existence. + +The sudden spiritual passion which inflamed him when he beheld +her in the tumbril on her way to the scaffold is a fitting +corollary to her action. She in her way and he in his were alike +sublime; her tranquil martyrdom upon the altar of Republicanism +and his exultant martyrdom upon the altar of Love were alike +splendidly futile. + +It is surely the strangest love-story enshrined in history. It +has its pathos, yet leaves no regrets behind, for there is no +might-have-been which death had thwarted. Because she died, he +loved her; because he loved her, he died. That is all, but for +the details which I am now to give you. + +The convent-bred Marie Charlotte Corday d'Armont was the daughter +of a landless squire of Normandy, a member of the chetive +noblesse, a man of gentle birth, whose sadly reduced fortune may +have predisposed him against the law of entail or primogeniture-- +the prime cause of the inequality out of which were sprung so +many of the evils that afflicted France. Like many of his order +and condition he was among the earliest converts to Republicanism-- +the pure, ideal republicanism, demanding constitutional government +of the people by the people, holding monarchical and aristocratic +rule an effete and parasitic anachronism. + +From M. de Corday Charlotte absorbed the lofty Republican +doctrines to which anon she was to sacrifice her life; and she +rejoiced when the hour of awakening sounded and the children of +France rose up and snapped the fetters in which they had been +trammelled for centuries by an insolent minority of their fellow- +countrymen. + +In the early violence of the revolution she thought she saw a +transient phase--horrible, but inevitable in the dread convulsion +of that awakening. Soon this would pass, and the sane, ideal +government of her dreams would follow--must follow, since among +the people's elected representatives was a goodly number of +unselfish, single-minded men of her father's class of life; men +of breeding and education, impelled by a lofty altruistic +patriotism; men who gradually came to form a party presently to +be known as the Girondins. + +But the formation of one party argues the formation of at least +another. And this other in the National Assembly was that of the +Jacobins, less pure of motive, less restrained in deed, a party +in which stood pre-eminent such ruthless, uncompromising men as +Robespierre, Danton,--and Marat. + +Where the Girondins stood for Republicanism, the Jacobins stood +for Anarchy. War was declared between the two. The Girondins +arraigned Marat and Robespierre for complicity in the September +massacres, and thereby precipitated their own fall. The triumphant +acquittal of Marat was the prelude to the ruin of the Girondins, +and the proscription of twenty-nine deputies followed at once as +the first step. These fled into the country, hoping to raise an +army that should yet save France, and several of the fugitives +made their way to Caen. Thence by pamphlets and oratory they +laboured to arouse true Republican enthusiasm. They were gifted, +able men, eloquent speakers and skilled writers, and they might +have succeeded but that in Paris sat another man no less gifted, +and with surer knowledge of the temper of the proletariat, +tirelessly wielding a vitriolic pen, skilled in the art of +inflaming the passions of the mob. + +That man was Jean Paul Marat, sometime medical practitioner, +sometime professor of literature, a graduate of the Scottish +University of St. Andrews, author of some scientific and many +sociological works, inveterate pamphleteer and revolutionary +journalist, proprietor and editor of L'Ami du Peuple, and idol of +the Parisian rabble, who had bestowed upon him the name borne by +his gazette, so that he was known as The People's Friend. + +Such was the foe of the Girondins, and of the pure, altruistic, +Utopian Republicanism for which they stood; and whilst he lived +and laboured, their own endeavours to influence the people were +all in vain. From his vile lodging in the Rue de l'Ecole de +Medecine in Paris he span with his clever, wicked pen a web that +paralysed their high endeavours and threatened finally to choke +them. + +He was not alone, of course. He was one of the dread triumvirate +in which Danton and Robespierre were his associates. But to the +Girondins he appeared by far the most formidable and ruthless and +implacable of the three, whilst to Charlotte Corday--the friend +and associate now of the proscribed Girondins who had sought +refuge in Caen--he loomed so vast and terrible as to eclipse his +associates entirely. To her young mind, inflamed with enthusiasm +for the religion of Liberty as preached by the Girondins, Marat +was a loathly, dangerous heresiarch, threatening to corrupt that +sublime new faith with false, anarchical doctrine, and to replace +the tyranny that had been overthrown by a tyranny more odious +still. + +She witnessed in Caen the failure of the Girondin attempt to +raise an army with which to deliver Paris from the foul clutches +of the Jacobins. An anguished spectator of this failure, she saw +in it a sign that Liberty was being strangled at its birth. On +the lips of her friends the Girondins she caught again the name +of Marat, the murderer of Liberty; and, brooding, she reached a +conclusion embodied in a phrase of a letter which she wrote about +that time. + +"As long as Marat lives there will never be any safety for the +friends of law and humanity." + +From that negative conclusion to its positive, logical equivalent +it was but a step. That step she took. She may have considered +awhile the proposition thus presented to her, or resolve may have +come to her with realization. She understood that a great +sacrifice was necessary; that who undertook to rid France of that +unclean monster must go prepared for self-immolation. She counted +the cost calmly and soberly--for calm and sober was now her every +act. + +She made her packages, and set out one morning by the Paris coach +from Caen, leaving a note for her father, in which she had +written: + +"I am going to England, because I do not believe that it will be +possible for a long time to live happily and tranquilly in +France. On leaving I post this letter to you. When you receive it +I shall no longer be here. Heaven denied us the happiness of +living together, as it has denied us other happinesses. May it +show itself more clement to our country. Good-by, dear Father. +Embrace my sister for me, and do not forget me." + +That was all. The fiction that she was going to England was +intended to save him pain. For she had so laid her plans that her +identity should remain undisclosed. She would seek Marat in the +very Hall of the Convention, and publicly slay him in his seat. +Thus Paris should behold Nemesis overtaking the false Republican +in the very Assembly which he corrupted, and anon should adduce a +moral from the spectacle of the monster's death. For herself she +counted upon instant destruction at the hands of the furious +spectators. Thus, thinking to die unidentified, she trusted that +her father, hearing, as all France must hear, the great tidings +that Marat was dead, would never connect her with the instrument +of Fate shattered by the fury of the mob. + +You realize, then, how great and how terrible was the purpose of +this maid of twenty-five, who so demurely took her seat in the +Paris diligence on that July morning of the Year 2 of the +Republic--1793, old style. She was becomingly dressed in brown +cloth, a lace fichu folded across her well-developed breast, a +conical hat above her light brown hair. She was of a good height +and finely proportioned, and her carriage as full of dignity as +of grace. Her skin was of such white loveliness that a contemporary +compares it with the lily. Like Athene, she was gray-eyed, and, +like Athene, noble-featured, the oval of her face squaring a little +at the chin, in which there was a cleft. Calm was her habit, calm +her slow-moving eyes, calm and deliberate her movements, and calm +the mind reflected in all this. + +And as the heavy diligence trundles out of Caen and takes the +open country and the Paris road, not even the thought of the +errand upon which she goes, of her death-dealing and death- +receiving mission, can shake that normal calm. Here is no wild +exaltation, no hysterical obedience to hotly-conceived impulse. +Here is purpose, as cold as it is lofty, to liberate France and +pay with her life for the privilege of doing so. + +That lover of hers, whom we are presently to see, has compared +her ineptly with Joan of Arc, that other maid of France. But Joan +moved with pomp in a gorgeous pageantry, amid acclamations, +sustained by the heady wine of combat and of enthusiasm openly +indulged, towards a goal of triumph. Charlotte travelled quietly +in the stuffy diligence with the quiet conviction that her days +were numbered. + +So normal did she appear to her travelling companions, that one +among them, with an eye for beauty, pestered her with amorous +attentions, and actually proposed marriage to her before the +coach had rolled over the bridge of Neuilly into Paris two days +later. + +She repaired to the Providence Inn in the Rue des Vieux +Augustine, where she engaged a room on the first floor, and then +she set out in quest of the Deputy Duperret. She had a letter of +introduction to him from the Girondin Barbaroux, with whom she +had been on friendly terms at Caen. Duperret was to assist her to +obtain an interview with the Minister of the Interior. She had +undertaken to see the latter on the subject of certain papers +relating to the affairs of a nun of Caen, an old convent friend +of her own, and she was in haste to discharge this errand, so as +to be free for the great task upon which she was come. + +From inquiries that she made, she learnt at once that Marat was +ill, and confined to his house. This rendered necessary a change +of plans, and the relinquishing of her project of affording him a +spectacular death in the crowded hall of the Convention. + +The next day, which was Friday, she devoted to furthering the +business of her friend the nun. On Saturday morning she rose +early, and by six o'clock she was walking in the cool gardens of +the Palais Royal, considering with that almost unnatural calm of +hers the ways and means of accomplishing her purpose in the +unexpected conditions that she found. + +Towards eight o'clock, when Paris was awakening to the business +of the day and taking down its shutters, she entered a cutler's +shop in the Palais Royal, and bought for two francs a stout +kitchen knife in a shagreen case. She then returned to her hotel +to breakfast, and afterwards, dressed in her brown travelling- +gown and conical hat, she went forth again, and, hailing a +hackney carnage, drove to Marat's house in the Rue de l'Ecole de +Medecine. + +But admittance to that squalid dwelling was denied her. The +Citizen Marat was ill, she was told, and could receive no +visitors. It was Simonne Everard, the triumvir's mistress--later +to be known as the Widow Marat--who barred her ingress with this +message. + +Checked, she drove back to the Providence Inn and wrote a letter +to the triumvir: + +"Paris, 13th July, Year 2 of the Republic. +"Citizen,--I have arrived from Caen. Your love for your country +leads me to assume that you will be anxious to hear of the +unfortunate events which are taking place in that part of the +Republic. I shall therefore call upon you towards one o'clock. +Have the kindness to receive me, and accord me a moment's +audience. I shall put you in the way of rendering a great service +to France. +"Marie Corday." + +Having dispatched that letter to Marat, she sat until late +afternoon waiting vainly for an answer. Despairing at last of +receiving any, she wrote a second note, more peremptory in tone: + +"I wrote to you this morning, Marat. Have you received my letter? +May I hope for a moment's audience? If you have received my +letter, I hope you will not refuse me, considering the importance +of the matter. It should suffice for you that I am very +unfortunate to give me the right to your protection." + +Having changed into a gray-striped dimity gown--you observe this +further manifestation of a calm so complete that it admits of no +departure from the ordinary habits of life--she goes forth to +deliver in person this second letter, the knife concealed in the +folds of the muslin fichu crossed high upon her breast. + +In a mean, brick-paved, ill-lighted, and almost unfurnished room +of that house in the Rue de l'Ecole de Medecine, the People's +Friend is seated in a bath. It is no instinct of cleanliness he +is obeying, for in all France there is no man more filthy in his +person and his habits than this triumvir. His bath is medicated. +The horrible, loathsome disease that corrodes his flesh demands +these long immersions to quiet the gnawing pains which distract +his active, restless mind. In these baths he can benumb the +torment of the body with which he is encumbered. + +For Marat is an intellect, and nothing more--leastways, nothing +more that matters. What else there is to him of trunk and limbs +and organs he has neglected until it has all fallen into decay. +His very lack of personal cleanliness, the squalor in which he +lives, the insufficient sleep which he allows himself, his habit +of careless feeding at irregular intervals, all have their source +in his contempt for the physical part of him. This talented man +of varied attainments, accomplished linguist, skilled physician, +able naturalist and profound psychologist, lives in his intellect +alone, impatient of all physical interruptions. If he consents to +these immersions, if he spends whole days seated in this +medicated bath, it is solely because it quenches or cools the +fires that are devouring him, and thus permits him to bend his +mind to the work that ishis life. But his long-suffering body is +avenging upon the mind the neglect to which it has been +submitted. The morbid condition of the former is being +communicated to the latter, whence results that disconcerting +admixture of cold, cynical cruelty and exalted sensibility which +marked his nature in the closing years of his life. + +In his bath, then, sat the People's Friend on that July evening, +immersed to the hips, his head swathed in a filthy turban, his +emaciated body cased in a sleeveless waistcoat. He is fifty years +of age, dying of consumption and other things, so that, did +Charlotte but know it, there is no need to murder him. Disease +and Death have marked him for their own, and grow impatient. + +A board covering the bath served him for writing-table; an empty +wooden box at his side bore an inkstand, some pens, sheets of +paper, and two or three copies of L'Ami do Peuple. There was no +sound in the room but the scratch and splutter of his quill. He +was writing diligently, revising and editing a proof of the +forthcoming issue of his paper. + +A noise of voices raised in the outer room invaded the quiet in +which he was at work, and gradually penetrated his absorption, +until it disturbed and irritated him. He moved restlessly in his +bath, listened a moment, then, with intent to make an end of the +interruption, he raised a hoarse, croaking voice to inquire what +might be taking place. + +The door opened, and Simonne, his mistress and household drudge, +entered the room. She was fully twenty years younger than +himself, and under the slattern appearance which life in that +house had imposed upon her there were vestiges of a certain +comeliness. + +"There is a young woman here from Caen, who demands insistently +to see you upon a matter of national importance." + +The dull eyes kindle at the mention of Caen; interest quickens in +that leaden-hued countenance. Was it not in Caen that those old +foes of his, the Girondins, were stirring up rebellion? + +"She says," Simonne continued, "that she wrote a letter to you +this morning, and she brings you a second note herself. I have +told her that you will not receive anyone, and . . ." + +"Give me the note," he snapped. Setting down his pen, he thrust +out an unclean paw to snatch the folded sheet from Simonne's +hand. He spread it, and read, his bloodless lips compressed, his +eyes narrowing to slits. + +"Let her in," he commanded sharply, and Simonne obeyed him +without more ado. She admitted Charlotte, and left them alone +together--the avenger and her victim. For a moment each regarded +the other. Marat beheld a handsome young woman, elegantly +attired. But these things had no interest for the People's +Friend. What to him was woman and the lure of beauty? Charlotte +beheld a feeble man of a repulsive hideousness, and was full +satisfied, for in this outward loathsomeness she imagined a +confirmation of the vileness of the mind she was come to blot +out. + +Then Marat spoke. "So you are from Caen, child?" he said. "And +what is doing in Caen that makes you so anxious to see me?" + +She approached him. + +"Rebellion is stirring there, Citizen Marat." + +"Rebellion, ha!" It was a sound between a laugh and a croak. +"Tell me what deputies are sheltered in Caen. Come, child, their +names." He took up and dipped his quill, and drew a sheet of +paper towards him. + +She approached still nearer; she came to stand close beside him, +erect and calm. She recited the names of her friends, the +Girondins, whilst hunched there in his bath his pen scratched +briskly. + +"So many for the guillotine," he snarled, when it was done. + +But whilst he was writing, she had drawn the knife from her +fichu, and as he uttered those words of doom to others his own +doom descended upon him in a lightning stroke. Straight driven by +that strong young arm, the long, stout blade was buried to its +black hilt in his breast. + +He looked at her with eyes in which there was a faint surprise as +he sank back. Then he raised his voice for the last time. + +"Help, chere amie! Help!" he cried, and was for ever silent. + +The hand still grasping the pen trailed on the ground beside the +bath at the end of his long, emaciated arm. His body sank +sideways in the same direction, the head lolling nervelessly upon +his right shoulder, whilst from the great rent in his breast the +blood gushed forth, embruing the water of his bath, trickling to +the brick-paved floor, bespattering--symbolically almost--a copy +of L'Ami du Peuple, the journal to which he had devoted so much +of his uneasy life. + +In answer to that cry of his came now Simonne in haste. A glance +sufficed to reveal to her the horrible event, and, like a +tigress, she sprang upon the unresisting slayer, seizing her by +the head, and calling loudly the while for assistance. Came +instantly from the anteroom Jeanne, the old cook, the Fortress of +the house, and Laurent Basse, a folder of Marat's paper; and now +Charlotte found herself confronted by four maddened, vociferous +beings, at whose hands she may well have expected to receive the +death for which she was prepared. + +Laurent, indeed, snatched up a chair, and felled her by a blow of +it across her head. He would, no doubt, have proceeded in his +fury to have battered her to death, but for the arrival of gens +d'armes and the police commissioner of the district, who took her +in their protecting charge. + +The soul of Paris was convulsed by the tragedy when it became +known. All night terror and confusion were abroad. All night the +revolutionary rabble, in angry grief, surged about and kept watch +upon the house wherein the People's Friend lay dead. + +That night, and for two days and nights thereafter, Charlotte +Corday lay in the Prison of the Abbaye, supporting with fortitude +the indignities that for a woman were almost inseparable from +revolutionary incarceration. She preserved throughout her +imperturbable calm, based now upon a state of mind content in the +contemplation of accomplished purpose, duty done. She had saved +France, she believed; saved Liberty, by slaying the man who would +have strangled it. In that illusion she was content. Her own life +was a small price to pay for the splendid achievement. + +Some of her time of waiting she spent in writing letters to her +friends, in which tranquilly and sanely she dwelt upon what she +had done, expounding fully the motives that had impelled her, +dwelling upon the details of the execution, and of all that had +followed. Among the letters written by her during those "days of +the preparation of peace "--as she calls that period, dating in +such terms a long epistle to Barbaroux--was one to the Committee +of Public Safety, in which she begs that a miniature-painter may +be sent to her to paint her portrait, so that she may leave this +token of remembrance to her friends. It is only in this, as the +end approaches, that we see in her conduct any thought for her +own self, any suggestion that she is anything more than a +instrument in the hands of Fate. + +On the 15th, at eight o'clock in the morning, her trial began +before the Revolutionary Tribunal. A murmur ran through the hall +as she appeared in her gown of grey-striped dimity, composed and +calm--always calm. + +The trial opened with the examination of witnesses; into that of +the cutler, who had sold her the knife, she broke impatiently. + +"These details are a waste of time. It is I who killed Marat." + +The audience gasped, and rumbled ominously. Montane turned to +examine her. + +"What was the object of your visit to Paris?" he asks. + +"To kill Marat." + +"What motives induced you to this horrible deed?" + +"His many crimes." + +"Of what crimes do you accuse him?" + +"That he instigated the massacre of September; that he kept alive +the fires of civil war, so that he might be elected dictator; +that he sought to infringe upon the sovereignty of the People by +causing the arrest and imprisonment of the deputies to the +Convention on May 31st." + +"What proof have you of this?" + +"The future will afford the proof. Marat hid his designs behind a +mask of patriotism." + +Montane shifted the ground of his interrogatory. + +"Who were your accomplices in this atrocious act?" + +"I have none." + +Montane shook his head. "You cannot convince anyone that a person +of your age and sex could have conceived such a crime unless +instigated by some person or persons whom you are unwilling to +name." + +Charlotte almost smiled. "That shows but a poor knowledge of the +human heart. It is easier to carry out such a project upon the +strength of one's own hatred than upon that of others." And then, +raising her voice, she proclaimed: "I killed one man to save a +hundred thousand; I killed a villain to save innocents; I killed +a savage Wild-beast to give repose to France. I was a Republican +before the Revolution. I never lacked for energy." + +What more was there to say? Her guilt was completely established. +Her fearless self-ossession was not to be ruffled. Yet Fouquier- +Tinville, the dread prosecutor, made the attempt. Beholding her +so virginal and fair and brave, feeling perhaps that the Tribunal +had not had the best of it, he sought with a handful of +revolutionary filth to restore the balance. He rose slowly, his +ferrety eyes upon her. + +"How many children have you had?" he rasped, sardonic, his tone a +slur, an insult. + +Faintly her cheeks crimsoned. But her voice was composed, +disdainful, as she answered coldly: + +"Have I not stated that I am not married?" + +A leer, a dry laugh, a shrug from Tinville to complete the +impression he sought to convey, and he sat down again. + +It was the turn of Chauveau de la Garde, the advocate instructed +to defend her. But what defence was possible? And Chauveau had +been intimidated. He had received a note from the jury ordering +him to remain silent, another from the President bidding him +declare her mad. + +Yet Chauveau took a middle course. His brief speech is admirable; +it satisfied his self-respect, without derogating from his +client. It uttered the whole truth. + +"The prisoner," he said, "confesses with calm the horrible crime +she has committed; she confesses with calm its premeditation; she +confesses its most dreadful details; in short, she confesses +everything, and does riot seek to justify herself. That, citizens +of the jury, is her whole defence. This imperturbable calm, this +utter abnegation of self, which displays no remorse even in the +very presence of death, are contrary to nature. They can only be +explained by the excitement of political fanaticism which armed +her hand. It is for you, citizens of the jury, to judge what +weight that moral consideration should have in the scales of +justice." + +The jury voted her guilty, and Tinville rose to demand the full +sentence of the law. + +It was the end. She was removed to the Conciergerie, the +antechamber of the guillotine. A constitutional priest was sent +to her, but she dismissed him with thanks, not requiring his +ministrations. She preferred the painter Hauer, who had received +the Revolutionary Tribunal's permission to paint her portrait in +accordance with her request. And during the sitting, which lasted +half an hour, she conversed with him quietly on ordinary topics, +the tranquillity of her spirit unruffled by any fear of the death +that was so swiftly approaching. + +The door opened, and Sanson, the public executioner, came in. He +carried the red smock worn by those convicted of assassination. +She showed no dismay; no more, indeed, than a faint surprise that +the time spent with Hauer should have gone so quickly. She begged +for a few moments in which to write a note, and, the request +being granted, acquitted herself briskly of that task, then +announcing herself ready, she removed her cap that Sanson might +cut her luxuriant hair. Yet first, taking his scissors, she +herself cut off a lock and gave it to Hauer for remembrance. When +Sanson would have bound her hands, she begged that she might be +allowed to wear gloves, as her wrists were bruised and cut by the +cord with which she had been pinioned in Marat's house. He +answered that she might do so if she wished, but that it was +unnecessary, as he could bind her without causing pain. + +"To be sure," she said, "those others had not your experience," +and she proffered her bare wrists to his cord without further +demur. "If this toilet of death is performed by rude hands," she +commented, "at least it leads to immortality." + +She mounted the tumbril awaiting in the prison yard, and, +disdaining the chair offered her by Sanson, remained standing, to +show herself dauntless to the mob and brave its rage. And fierce +was that rage, indeed. So densely thronged were the streets that +the tumbril proceeded at a crawl, and the people surging about +the cart screamed death and insult at the doomed woman. It took +two hours to reach the Place de la Revolution, and meanwhile a +terrific summer thunderstorm had broken over Paris, and a +torrential rain had descended upon the densely packed streets. +Charlotte's garments were soaked through and through, so that her +red smock, becoming glued now to her body and fitting her like a +skin, threw into relief its sculptural beauty, whilst a +reflection of the vivid crimson of the garment faintly tinged her +cheeks, and thus heightened her appearance of complete composure. + +And it is now in the Rue St. Honore that at long last we reach +the opening of our tragic love-story. + +A tall, slim, fair young man, named Adam Lux--sent to Paris by the +city of Mayence as Deputy Extraordinary to the National Convention-- +was standing there in the howling press of spectators. He was an +accomplished, learned young gentleman, doctor at once of philosophy +and of medicine, although in the latter capacity he had never +practiced owing to an extreme sensibility of nature, which rendered +anatomical work repugnant to him. He was a man of a rather exalted +imagination, unhappily married--the not uncommon fate of such +delicate temperaments--and now living apart from his wife. He had +heard, as all Paris had heard, every detail of the affair, and of +the trial, and he waited there, curious to see this woman, with +whose deed he was secretly in sympathy. + +The tumbril slowly approached, the groans and execrations swelled +up around him, and at last he beheld her--beautiful, serene, full +of life, a still smile upon her lips. For a long moment he gazed +upon her, standing as if stricken into stone. Then heedless of +those about him, he bared his head, and thus silently saluted and +paid homage to her. She did not see him. He had not thought that +she would. He saluted her as the devout salute the unresponsive +image of a saint. The tumbril crawled on. He turned his head, and +followed her with his eyes for awhile; then, driving his elbows +into the ribs of those about him, he clove himself a passage +through the throng, and so followed, bare-headed now, with fixed +gaze, a man entranced. + +He was at the foot of the scaffold when her head fell. To the +last he had seen that noble countenance preserve its immutable +calm, and in the hush that followed the sibilant fall of the +great knife his voice suddenly rang out. + +"She is greater than Brutus!" was his cry; and he added, +addressing those who stared at him in stupefaction: "It were +beautiful to have died with her!" + +He was suffered to depart unmolested. Chiefly, perhaps because at +that moment the attention of the crowd was upon the executioner's +attendant, who, in holding up Charlotte's truncated head, slapped +the cheek with his hand. The story runs that the dead face +reddened under the blow. Scientists of the day disputed over this, +some arguing from it a proof that consciousness does not at once +depart the brain upon decapitation. + +That night, while Paris slept, its walls were secretly placarded +with copies of a eulogy of Charlotte Corday, the martyr of +Republicanism, the deliverer of France, in which occurs the +comparison with Joan of Arc, that other great heroine of France. +This was the work of Adam Lux. He made no secret of it. The +vision of her had so wrought upon the imagination of this +susceptible dreamer, had fired his spirit with such enthusiasm, +that he was utterly reckless in yielding to his emotions, in +expressing the phrenetic, immaterial love with which in her last +moments of life she had inspired him. + +Two days after her execution he issued a long manifesto, in which he +urged the purity of her motive as the fullest justification of her +act, placed her on the level of Brutus and Cato, and passionately +demanded for her the honour and veneration of posterity. It is in +this manifesto that he applies euphemistically to her deed the term +"tyrannicide." That document he boldly signed with his own name, +realizing that he would pay for that temerity with his life. + +He was arrested on the 24th of July--exactly a week from the day +on which he had seen her die. He had powerful friends, and they +exerted themselves to obtain for him a promise of pardon and +release if he would publicly retract what he had written. But he +laughed the proposal to scorn, ardently resolved to follow into +death the woman who had aroused the hopeless, immaterial love +that made his present torment. + +Still his friends strove for him. His trial was put off. A doctor +named Wetekind was found to testify that Adam Lux was mad, that +the sight of Charlotte Corday had turned his head. He wrote a +paper on this plea, recommending that clemency be shown to the +young doctor on the score of his affliction, and that he should +be sent to a hospital or to America. Adam Lux was angry when he +heard of this, and protested indignantly against the allegations +of Dr. Wetekind. He wrote to the Journal de la Montagne, which +published his declaration on the 26th of September, to the effect +that he was not mad enough to desire to live, and that his +anxiety to meet death half-way was a crowning proof of his +sanity. + +He languished on in the prison of La Force until the 10th of +October, when at last he was brought to trial. He stood it +joyously, in a mood of exultation at his approaching deliverance. +He assured the court that he did not fear the guillotine, and +that all ignominy had been removed from such a death by the pure +blood of Charlotte. + +They sentenced him to death, and he thanked them for the boon. + +"Forgive me, sublime Charlotte," he exclaimed, "if I should find +it impossible to exhibit at the last the courage and gentleness +that were yours. I glory in your superiority, for it is right +that the adored should be above the adorer." + +Yet his courage did not fail him. Far from it, indeed; if hers +had been a mood of gentle calm, his was one of ecstatic +exaltation. At five o'clock that same afternoon he stepped from +the tumbril under the gaunt shadow of the guillotine. He turned +to the people, his eyes bright, a flush on his cheeks. + +"At last I am to have the happiness of dying for Charlotte," he +told them, and mounted the scaffold with the eager step of the +bridegroom on his way to the nuptial altar. + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENT, SECOND SERIES *** + +This file should be named 7hne210.txt or 7hne210.zip +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, 7hne211.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, 7hne210a.txt + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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Proofreading by Abdulh Ameed Alhassan. + + + +THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENT, SECOND SERIES + +by RAFAEL SABATINI + + + + + + + +To +David Whitelaw + +My Dear David, + +Since the narratives collected here as well as in the preceding +volume under the title of the Historical Nights Entertainment-- +narratives originally published in The Premier Magazine, which +you so ably edit--owe their being to your suggestion, it is +fitting that some acknowledgment of the fact should be made. To +what is hardly less than a duty, allow me to add the pleasure of +dedicating to you, in earnest of my friendship and esteem, not +merely this volume, but the work of which this volume is the +second. + +Sincerely yours, + +Rafael Sabatini + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + +Preface + +The kindly reception accorded to the first volume of the +Historical Nights Entertainment, issued in December of 1917, has +encouraged me to prepare the second series here assembled. + +As in the case of the narratives that made up the first volume, +I set out again with the same ambitious aim of adhering +scrupulously in every instance to actual, recorded facts; and +once again I find it desirable at the outset to reveal how far +the achievement may have fallen short of the admitted aim. + +On the whole, I have to confess to having allowed myself perhaps +a wider latitude, and to having taken greater liberties than was +the case with the essays constituting the previous collection. +This, however, applies, where applicable, to the parts rather +than to the whole. + +The only entirely apocryphal narrative here included is the +first--"The Absolution." This is one of those stories which, if +resting upon no sufficient authority to compel its acceptance, +will, nevertheless, resist all attempts at final refutation, +having its roots at least in the soil of fact. It is given in the +rather discredited Portuguese chronicles of Acenheiro, and finds +place, more or less as related here, in Duarte Galvao's +"Chronicle of Affonso Henriques," whence it was taken by the +Portuguese historical writer, Alexandre Herculano, to be included +in his "Lendas e Narrativas." If it is to be relegated to the +Limbo of the ben trovato, at least I esteem it to afford us a +precious glimpse of the naive spirit of the age in which it is +set, and find in that my justification for including it. + +The next to require apology is "His Insolence of Buckingham," but +only in so far as the incident of the diamond studs is concerned. +The remainder of the narrative, the character of Buckingham, the +details of his embassy to Paris, and the particulars of his +audacious courtship of Anne of Austria, rest upon unassailable +evidence. I would have omitted the very apocryphal incident of +the studs, but that I considered it of peculiar interest as +revealing the source of the main theme of one of the most famous +historical romances ever written--"The Three Musketeers." I give +the story as related by La Rochefoucauld in his "Memoirs," whence +Alexandre Dumas culled it that he might turn it to such excellent +romantic account. In La Rochefoucauld's narrative it is the +painter Gerbier who, in a far less heroic manner, plays the part +assigned by Dumas to d'Artagnan, and it is the Countess of +Carlisle who carries out the political theft which Dumas +attributes to Milady. For the rest, I do not invite you to attach +undue credit to it, which is not, however, to say that I account +it wholly false. + +In the case of "The _Hermosa Fembra_" I confess to having +blended together into one single narrative two historical +episodes closely connected in time and place. Susan's daughter +was, in fact, herself the betrayer of her father, and it was in +penitence for that unnatural act that she desired her skull to be +exhibited as I describe. Into the story of Susan's daughter I +have woven that of another New-Christian girl, who, like the +Hermosa Fembra, her taken a Castilian lover--in this case a youth +of the house of Guzman. This youth was driven into concealment in +circumstances more or less as I describe them. He overheard the +judaizing of several New-Christians there assembled, and bore +word of it at once to Ojeda. The two episodes were separated in +fact by an interval of three years, and the first afforded Ojeda +a strong argument for the institution of the Holy Office in +Seville. Between the two there are many points of contact, and +each supplies what the other lacks to make an interesting +narrative having for background the introduction of the +Inquisition to Castile. The denouement I supply is entirely +fictitious, and the introduction of Torquemada is quite +arbitrary. Ojeda was the inquisitor who dealt with both cases. +But if there I stray into fiction, at least I claim to have +sketched a faithful portrait of the Grand Inquisitor as I know +him from fairly exhaustive researches into his life and times. + +The story of the False Demetrius is here related from the point +of view of my adopted solution of what is generally regarded as a +historical mystery. The mystery lies, of course, in the man's +identity. He has been held by some to have been the unfrocked +monk, Grishka Otropiev, by others to have been a son of Stephen +Bathory, King of Poland. I am not aware that the theory that he +was both at one and the same time has ever been put forward, and +whilst admitting that it is speculative, yet I claim that no +other would appear so aptly to fit all the known facts of his +career or to shed light upon its mysteries. + +Undoubtedly I have allowed myself a good deal of licence and +speculation in treating certain unwitnessed scenes in "The +Barren Wooing." But the theory that I develop in it to account +for the miscarriage of the matrimonial plans of Queen Elizabeth +and Robert Dudley seems to me to be not only very fully warranted +by de Quadra's correspondence, but the only theory that will +convincingly explain the events. Elizabeth, as I show, was widely +believed to be an accessory to the murder of Amy Robsart. But in +carefully following her words and actions at that critical time, +as reported by de Quadra, my reading of the transaction is as +given here. The most damning fact against Elizabeth was held to +be her own statement to de Quadra on the eve of Lady Robert +Dudley's murder to the effect that Lady Robert was "already dead, +or very nearly so." This foreknowledge of the fate of that +unfortunate lady has been accepted as positive evidence that the +Queen was a party to the crime at Cumnor, which was to set her +lover free to marry again. Far from that, however, I account it +positive proof of Elizabeth's innocence of any such part in the +deed. Elizabeth was far too crafty and clear-sighted not to +realize how her words must incriminate her afterwards if she knew +that the murder of Lady Robert was projected. She must have been +merely repeating what Dudley himself had told her; and what he +must have told her--and she believed--was that his wife was at +the point of a natural death. Similarly, Dudley would not have +told her this, unless his aim had been to procure his wife's +removal by means which would admit of a natural interpretation. +Difficulties encountered, much as I relate them--and for which +there is abundant evidence--drove his too-zealous agents to +rather desperate lengths, and thus brought suspicion, not only +upon the guilty Dudley, but also upon the innocent Queen. The +manner of Amy's murder is pure conjecture; but it should not be +far from what actually took place. The possibility of an +accident--extraordinarily and suspiciously opportune for Dudley +as it would have been--could not be altogether ruled out but for +the further circumstance that Lady Robert had removed everybody +from Cumnor on that day. To what can this point--unless we accept +an altogether incredible chain of coincidence--but to some such +plotting as I here suggest? + +In the remaining six essays in this volume the liberties taken +with the absolute facts are so slight as to require no apology or +comment. + +R. S. + +London, June, 1919. + + + + + +CONTENTS + + + +I. THE ABSOLUTION + Affonso Henriques, First King of Portugal +II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible +III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + An Episode of the Inquisition in Seville +IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal +V. THE END OF THE VERT GALANT + The Assassination of Henry IV +VI. THE BARREN WOOING + The Murder of Amy Robsart +VII. SIR JUDAS + The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh +VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + George Villiers' Courtship of Anne of Austria +IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + The Fall of Lord Clarendon +X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + Count Philip Königsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea +XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Marat + + + + + +I. THE ABSOLUTION + +Aftonso Henriques, first King of Portugal + + + +In 1093 the Moors of the Almoravide dynasty, under the Caliph +Yusuf, swept irresistibly upwards into the Iberian Peninsula, +recapturing Lisbon and Santarem in the west, and pushing their +conquest as far as the river Mondego. + +To meet this revival of Mohammedan power, Alfonso VI. Of Castile +summoned the chivalry of Christendom to his aid. Among the +knights who answered the call was Count Henry of Burgundy +(grandson of Robert, first Duke of Burgundy) to whom Alfonso gave +his natural daughter Theresa in marriage, together with the +Counties of Oporto and Coimbra, with the title of Count of +Portugal. + +That is the first chapter of the history of Portugal. + +Count Henry fought hard to defend his southern frontiers from the +incursion of the Moors until his death in 1114. Thereafter his +widow Theresa became Regent of Portugal during the minority of +their son, Affonso Henriques. A woman of great energy, resource +and ambition, she successfully waged war against the Moors, and +in other ways laid the foundations upon which her son was to +build the Kingdom of Portugal. But her passionate infatuation for +one of her knights--Don Fernando Peres de Trava--and the +excessive honours she bestowed upon him, made enemies for her in +the new state, and estranged her from her son. + +In 1127 Alfonso VII. of Castile invaded Portugal, compelling +Theresa to recognize him as her suzerain. But Affonso Henriques, +now aged seventeen--and declared by the citizens of the capital +to be of age and competent to reign--incontinently refused to +recognize the submission made by his mother, and in the following +year assembled an army for the purpose of expelling her and her +lover from the country. The warlike Theresa resisted until +defeated in the battle of San Mamede and taken prisoner. + + * * * * * * + +He was little more than a boy, although four years were sped +already since, as a mere lad of fourteen, he had kept vigil +throughout the night over his arms in the Cathedral of Zamora, +preparatory to receiving the honour of knighthood at the hands of +his cousin, Alfonso VII. of Castile. Yet already he was looked +upon as the very pattern of what a Christian knight should be, +worthy son of the father who had devoted his life to doing battle +against the Infidel, wheresoever he might be found. He was +well-grown and tall, and of a bodily strength that is almost a +byword to this day in that Portugal of which he was the real +founder and first king. He was skilled beyond the common wont in +all knightly exercises of arms and horsemanship, and equipped +with far more learning--though much of it was ill-digested, as +this story will serve to show--than the twelfth century +considered useful or even proper in a knight. And he was at least +true to his time in that he combined a fervid piety with a +weakness of the flesh and an impetuous arrogance that was to +bring him under the ban of greater excommunication at the very +outset of his reign. + +It happened that his imprisonment of his mother was not at all +pleasing in the sight of Rome. Dona Theresa had powerful friends, +who so used their influence at the Vatican on her behalf that the +Holy Father--conveniently ignoring the provocation she had given +and the scandalous, unmotherly conduct of which she had been +guilty--came to consider the behaviour of the Infante of Portugal +as reprehensibly unfilial, and commanded him to deliver Dona +Theresa at once from duress. + +This Papal order, backed by a threat of excommunication in the +event of disobedience, was brought to the young prince by the +Bishop of Coimbra, whom he counted among his friends. + +Affonso Henriques, ever impetuous and quick to anger, flushed +scarlet when he heard that uncompromising message. His dark eyes +smouldered as they considered the aged prelate. + +"You come here to bid me let loose again upon this land of +Portugal that author of strife, to deliver over the people once +more to the oppression of the Lord of Trava?" he asked. "And you +tell me that unless by obeying this command I am false to the +duty I owe this country, you will launch the curse of Rome +against me? You tell me this?" + +The bishop, deeply stirred, torn between his duty to the Holy See +and his affection for his prince, bowed his head and wrung his +hands. "What choice have I?" he asked, on a quavering note. + +"I raised you from the dust." Thunder was rumbling in the +prince's voice. "Myself I placed the episcopal ring upon your +finger." + +"My lord, my lord! Could I forget? All that I have I owe to you-- +save only my soul, which I owe to God; my faith, which I owe to +Christ; and my obedience, which I owe to our Holy Father the +Pope." + +The prince considered him in silence, mastering his passionate, +impetuous nature. "Go," he growled at last. + +The prelate bowed his head, his eyes not daring to meet his +prince's. + +"God keep you, lord," he almost sobbed, and so went out. + +But though stirred by his affection for the prince to whom he +owed so much, though knowing in his inmost heart that Affonso +Henriques was in the right, the Bishop of Coimbra did not swerve +from his duty to Rome, which was as plain as it was unpalatable. +Betimes next morning word was brought to Affonso Henriques in the +Alcazar of Coimbra that a parchment was nailed to the door of the +Cathedral, setting forth his excommunication, and that the +Bishop--either out of fear or out of sorrow--had left the city, +journeying northward towards Oporto. + +Affonso Henriques passed swiftly from incredulity to anger; then +almost as swiftly came to a resolve, which was as mad and +harebrained as could have been expected from a lad in his +eighteenth year who held the reins of power. Yet by its very +directness and its superb ignoring of all obstacles, legal and +canonical, it was invested with a certain wild sanity. + +In full armour, a white cloak simply embroidered in gold at the +edge and knotted at the shoulder, he rode to the Cathedral, +attended by his half-brother Pedro Affonso, and two of his +knights, Emigio Moniz and Sancho Nunes. There on the great +iron-studded doors he found, as he had been warned, the Roman +parchment pronouncing him accursed, its sonorous Latin periods +set forth in a fine round clerkly hand. + +He swung down from his great horse and clanked up the Cathedral +steps, his attendants following. He had for witnesses no more +than a few loiterers, who had paused at sight of their prince. + +The interdict had so far attracted no attention, for in the +twelfth century the art of letters was a mystery to which there +were few initiates. + +Affonso Henriques tore the sheepskin from its nails, and crumpled +it in his hand; then he passed into the Cathedral, and thence +came out presently into the cloisters. Overhead a bell was +clanging by his orders, summoning the chapter. + +To the Infante, waiting there in the sun-drenched close, came +presently the canons, austere, aloof, majestic in their unhurried +progress through the fretted cloisters, with flowing garments and +hands tucked into their wide sleeves before them. In a semi- +circle they arrayed themselves before him, and waited impassively +to learn his will. Overhead the bell had ceased. + +Affonso Henriques wasted no words. + +"I have summoned you," he announced, "to command that you proceed +to the election of a bishop." + +A rustle stirred through the priestly throng. The canons looked +askance at the prince and at one another. Then one of them spoke. + +"Habemus episcopum," he said gravely, and several instantly made +chorus: "We have a bishop." + +The eyes of the young sovereign kindled. "You are wrong," he told +them. "You had a bishop, but he is here no longer. He has +deserted his see, after publishing this shameful thing" And he +held aloft the crumpled interdict. "As I am a God-fearing, +Christian knight, I will not live under this ban. Since the +bishop who excommunicated me is gone, you will at once elect +another in his place who shall absolve me." + +They stood before him, silent and impassive, in their priestly +dignity, and in their assurance that the law was on their side. + +"Well?" the boy growled at them. + +"Habemus episcopum," droned a voice again. + +"Amen," boomed in chorus through the cloisters. + +"I tell you that your bishop is gone," he insisted, his voice +quivering now with anger, "and I tell you that he shall not +return, that he shall never set foot again within my city of +Coimbra. Proceed you therefore at once to the election of his +successor." + +"Lord," he was answered coldly by one of them, "no such election +is possible or lawful." + +"Do you dare stand before my face, and tell me this?" he roared, +infuriated by their cold resistance. He flung out an arm in a +gesture of terrible dismissal. "Out of my sight, you proud and +evil men! Back to your cells, to await my pleasure. Since in your +arrogant, stiff-necked pride you refuse to do my will, you shall +receive the bishop I shall myself select." + +He was so terrific in his rage that they dared not tell him that +he had no power, prince though he might be, to make such an +election, bowed to him, ever impassively, and with their hands +still folded, unhurried as they had come, they now turned and +filed past him in departure. + +He watched them with scowling brows and tightened lips, Moniz and +Nunes silent behind him. Suddenly those dark, watchful eyes of +his were held by the last figure of all in that austere +procession--a tall, gaunt young man, whose copper-coloured skin +and hawk-featured face proclaimed his Moorish blood. Instantly, +maliciously, it flashed through the prince's boyish mind how he +might make of this man an instrument to humble the pride of that +insolent clergy. He raised his hand, and beckoned the cleric to +him. + +"What is your name?" he asked him. + +"I am called Zuleyman, lord," he was answered, and the name +confirmed--where, indeed, no confirmation was necessary--the +fellow's Moorish origin. + +Affonso Henriques laughed. It would be an excellent jest to +thrust upon these arrogant priests, who refused to appoint a +bishop of their choice, a bishop who was little better than a +blackamoor. + +"Don Zuleyman," said the prince, "I name you Bishop of Coimbra in +the room of the rebel who has fled. You will prepare to celebrate +High Mass this morning, and to pronounce my absolution." + +The Christianized Moor fell back a step, his face paling under +its copper skin to a sickly grey. In the background, the hindmost +members of the retreating clerical procession turned and stood at +gaze, angered and scandalized by what they heard, which was +indeed a thing beyond belief. + +"Ah no, my lord! Ah no!" Don Zuleyman was faltering. "Not that!" + +The prospect terrified him, and in his agitation he had recourse +to Latin. "Domine, non sum dignus," he cried, and beat his +breast. + +But the uncompromising Affonso Henriques gave him back Latin for +Latin. + +"Dixi--I have spoken!" he answered sternly. "Do not fail me in +obedience, on your life." And on that he clanked out again with +his attendants, well-pleased with his morning's work. + +As he had disposed with boyish, almost irresponsible rashness, +and in flagrant contravention of all canon law, so it fell out. +Don Zuleyman, wearing the bishop's robes and the bishop's mitre, +intoned the Kyrie Eleison before noon that day in the Cathedral +of Coimbra, and pronounced the absolution of the Infante of +Portugal, who knelt so submissively and devoutly before him. + +Affonso Henriques was very pleased with himself. He made a jest +of the affair, and invited his intimates to laugh with him. But +Emigio Moniz and the elder members of his council refused to +laugh. They looked with awe upon a deed that went perilously near +to sacrilege, and implored him to take their own sober view of +the thing he had done. + +"By the bones of St. James!" he cried. "A prince is not to be +brow-beaten by a priest." + +Such a view in the twelfth century was little short of +revolutionary. The chapter of the Cathedral of Coimbra held the +converse opinion that priests were not to be browbeaten by a +prince, and set themselves to make Affonso Henriques realize this +to his bitter cost. They dispatched to Rome an account of his +unconscionable, high-handed, incredible sacrilege, and invited +Rome to administer condign spiritual flagellation upon this +errant child of Mother Church. Rome made haste to vindicate her +authority, and dispatched a legate to the recalcitrant, audacious +boy who ruled in Portugal. But the distance being considerable, +and means of travel inadequate and slow, it was not until Don +Zuleyman had presided in the See of Coimbra for a full two months +that the Papal Legate made his appearance in Affonso Henriques' +capital. + +A very splendid Prince of the Church was Cardinal Corrado, the +envoy dispatched by Pope Honorius II., full armed with apostolic +weapons to reduce the rebellious Infante of Portugal into proper +subjection. + +His approach was heralded by the voice of rumour. Affonso +Henriques heard of it without perturbation. His conscience at +ease in the absolution which he had wrung from Mother Church +after his own fashion, he was entirely absorbed in preparations +for a campaign against the Moors which was to widen his +dominions. Therefore when at length the thunderbolt descended, it +fell--so far as he was concerned--from a sky entirely clear. + +It was towards dusk of a summer evening when the legate, in a +litter slung in line between two mules, entered Coimbra. He was +attended by two nephews, Giannino and Pierluigi da Corrado, both +patricians of Rome, and a little knot of servants. Empanoplied in +his sacred office, the cardinal had no need of the protection of +men-at-arms upon a journey through god-fearing lands. + +He was borne straight to the old Moorish palace where the Infante +resided, and came upon him there amid a numerous company in the +great pillared hall. Against a background of battle trophies, +livid weapons, implements of war, and suits of mail both Saracen +and Christian, with which the bare walls were hung, moved a +gaily-clad, courtly gathering of nobles and their women-folk, +when the great cardinal, clad from head to foot in scarlet, +entered unannounced. + +Laughter rippled into silence. A hush descended upon the company, +which stood now at gaze, considering the imposing and unbidden +guest. Slowly the legate, followed by the two Roman youths, +advanced down the hall, the soft pad of his slippered feet and +the rustle of his silken robes being at first the only sound. +On he came, until he stood before the shallow dais, where in a +massively carved chair sat the Infante of Portugal, mistrustfully +observing him. Affonso Henriques scented here an enemy, an ally +of his mother's, the bearer of a fresh declaration of hostilities. +Therefore of deliberate purpose he kept his seat, as if to stress +the fact that here he was the master. + +"Lord Cardinal," he greeted the legate, "be welcome to my land of +Portugal." + +The cardinal bowed stiffly, resentful of this reception. In his +long journey across the Spains, princes and nobles had flocked to +kiss his hand, and bend the knee before him, seeking his +blessing. Yet this mere boy, beardless save for a silky down +about his firm young cheeks, retained his seat and greeted him +with no more submissiveness than if he had been the envoy of some +temporal prince. + +"I am the representative of our Holy Father," he announced, in a +voice of stern reproof. "I am from Rome, with these my well- +beloved nephews." + +"From Rome?" quoth Affonso Henriques. For all his length of limb +and massive thews he could be impish upon occasion. He was impish +now. "Although no good has ever yet come to me from Rome, you +make me hopeful. His Holiness will have heard of the preparations +I am making for a war against the Infidel that shall carry the +Cross where new stands the Crescent, and sends me perhaps, a gift +of gold or assist me in this holy work." + +The mockery of it stung the legate sharply. His sallow, ascetic +face empurpled. + +"It is not gold I bring you," he answered, "but a lesson in the +faith which you would seem to have forgotten. I am come to teach +you your Christian duty, and to require of you immediate +reparation of the sacrilegious wrongs you have done. The Holy +Father demands of you the instant re-instatement of the Bishop of +Coimbra, whom you have driven out with threats of violence, and +the degradation of the cleric you blasphemously appointed Bishop +in his stead." + +"And is that all?" quoth the boy, in a voice dangerously quiet. + +"No." Fearless in his sense of right, the legate towered before +him. "It is demanded of you further that you instantly release +the lady, your mother, from the unjust confinement in which you +hold her." + +"That confinement is not unjust, as all here can witness," the +Infante answered. "Rome may believe it, because lies have been +carried to Rome. Dona Theresa's life was a scandal, her regency +an injustice to my people. She and the infamous Lord of Trava +lighted the torch of civil war in these dominions. Learn here the +truth, and carry it to Rome. Thus shall you do worthy service." + +But the prelate was obstinate and proud. + +"That is not the answer that our Holy Father awaits." + +"It is the answer that I send." + +"Rash, rebellious youth, beware!" The cardinal's anger flamed up, +and his voice swelled. "I come armed with spiritual weapons of +destruction. Do not abuse the patience of Mother Church, or you +shall feel the full weight of her wrath released against you." + +Exasperated, Affonso Henriques bounded to his feet, his face +livid now with passion, his eyes ablaze. + +"Out! Away!" he cried. "Go, my lord, and go quickly, or as God +watches us I will add here and now yet another sacrilege to those +of which you accuse me." + +The prelate gathered his ample robes about him. If pale, he was +entirely calm once more. With stern dignity, he bowed to the +angry youth, and so departed, but with such outward impassivity +that it would have been difficult to say with whom lay the +victory. If Affonso Henriques thought that night that he had +conquered, morning was to shatter the illusion. + +He was awakened early by a chamberlain at the urgent instances of +Emigio Moniz, who was demanding immediate audience. Affonso +Henriques sat up in bed, and bade him to be admitted. + +The elderly knight and faithful counsellor came in, treading +heavily. His swarthy face was overcast, his mouth set in stern +lines under its grizzled beard. + +"God keep you, lord," was his greeting, so lugubriously delivered +as to sound like a pious, but rather hopeless, wish. + +"And you, Emigio," answered him the Infante. "You are early +astir. What is the cause?" + +"III tidings, lord." He crossed the room, unlatched and flung +wide a window. "Listen," he bade the prince. + +On the still morning air arose a sound like the drone of some +gigantic hive, or of the sea when the tide is making. Affonso +Henriques recognized it for the murmur of the multitude. + +"What does it mean?" he asked, and thrust a sinewy leg from the +bed. + +"It means that the Papal Legate has done all that he threatened, +and something more. He has placed your city of Coimbra under a +ban of excommunication. The churches are closed, and until the +ban is lifted no priest Will be found to baptize, marry, shrive +or perform any other Sacrament of Holy Church. The people are +stricken with terror, knowing that they share the curse with you. +They are massing below at the gates of the alcazar, demanding to +see you that they may implore you to lift from them the horror of +this excommunication." + +Affonso Henriques had come to his feet by now, and he stood there +staring at the old knight, his face blenched, his stout heart +clutched by fear of these impalpable, blasting weapons that were +being used against him. + +"My God!" he groaned, and asked: "What must I do?" + +Moniz was preternaturally grave. "It is of the first importance +that the people should be pacified." + +"But how?" + +"There is one way only--by a promise that you will submit to the +will of the Holy Father, and by penance seek absolution for +yourself and your city." + +A red flush swept into the young cheeks that had been so pale. + +"What?" he cried, his voice a roar. "Release my mother, depose +Zuleyman, recall that fugitive recreant who cursed me, and humble +myself to seek pardon at the hands of this insolent Italian +cleric? May my bones rot, may I roast for ever in hell-fire if I +show myself such a craven! And do you counsel it, Emigio--do you +really counsel that?" He was in a towering rage. + +"Listen to that voice," Emigio answered him, and waved a hand to +the open window. "How else will you silence it?" + +Affonso Henriques sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his +head in his hands. He was checkmated--and yet.... + +He rose and beat his hands together, summoning chamberlain and +pages to help him dress and arm. + +"Where is the legate lodged?" he asked Moniz. + +"He is gone," the knight answered him. "He left at cock-crow, +taking the road to Spain along the Mondego--so I learnt from the +watch at the River Gate." + +"How came they to open for him?" + +"His office, lord, is a key that opens all doors at any hour of +day or night. They dared not detain or delay him." + +"Ha!" grunted the Infante. "We will go after him, then." And he +made haste to complete his dressing. Then he buckled on his great +sword, and they departed. + +In the courtyard of the alcazar, he summoned Sancho Nunes and a +half-dozen men-at-arms to attend him, mounted a charger and with +Emigio Moniz at his side and the others following, he rode out +across the draw-bridge into the open space that was thronged with +the clamant inhabitants of the stricken city. + +A great cry went up when he showed himself--a mighty appeal to +him for mercy and the remission of the curse. Then silence fell, +a silence that invited him to answer and give comfort. + +He reined in his horse, and standing in his stirrups very tall +and virile, he addressed them. + +"People of Coimbra," he announced, "I go to obtain this city's +absolution from the ban that has been laid upon it. I shall +return before sunset. Till then do you keep the peace." + +The voice of the multitude was raised again, this time to hail +him as the father and protector of the Portuguese, and to invoke +the blessing of Heaven upon his handsome head. + +Riding between Moniz and Nunes, and followed by his glittering +men-at-arms, he crossed the city and took the road along the +river by which it was known that the legate had departed. All +that morning they rode briskly amain, the Infante fasting, as he +had risen, yet unconscious of hunger and of all else but the +purpose that was consuming him. He rode in utter silence, his +face set, his brows stern; and Moniz, watching him furtively the +while, wondered what thoughts were stirring in that rash, +impetuous young brain, and was afraid. + +Towards noon at last they overtook the legate's party. They +espied his mule-litter at the door of an inn in a little village +some ten miles beyond the foothills of the Bussaco range. The +Infante reined up sharply, a hoarse, fierce cry escaping him, +akin to that of some creature of the wild when it espies its +prey. + +Moniz put forth a hand to seize his arm. + +"My lord, my lord," he cried, fearfully. "What is your purpose?" + +The prince looked him between the eyes, and his lips curled in a +smile that was not altogether sweet. + +"I am going to beg Cardinal Corrado to have compassion on me," he +answered, subtly mocking, and on that he swung down from his +horse, and tossed the reins to a man-at-arms. + +Into the inn he clanked, Moniz and Nunes following closely. He +thrust aside the vinter who, not knowing him, would have hindered +him, great lord though he seemed, from disturbing the holy guest +who was honouring the house. He strode on, and into the room +where the Cardinal with his noble nephews sat at dinner. + +At sight of him, fearing violence, Giannino and Pierluigi came +instantly to their feet, their hands upon their daggers. But +Cardinal da Corrado sat unmoved. He looked up, a smile of +ineffable gentleness upon his ascetic face. + +"I had hoped that you would come after me, my son," he said. "If +you come a penitent, then has my prayer been heard." + +"A penitent!" cried Affonso Henriques. He laughed wickedly, and +plucked his dagger from its sheath. + +Sancho Nunes, in terror, set a detaining hand upon his prince's +arm. + +"My lord," he cried in a voice that shook, "you will not strike +the Lord's anointed--that were to destroy yourself for ever." + +"A curse," said Affonso Henriques, "perishes with him that +uttered it." He could reason loosely, you see, this hot-blooded, +impetuous young cutter of Gordian knots. "And it imports above +all else that the curse should be lifted from my city of +Coimbra." + +"It shall be, my son, as soon as you show penitence and a +Christian submission to the Holy Father's will," said the +undaunted Cardinal. + +"God give me patience with you," Affonso Henriques answered him. +"Listen to me now, lord Cardinal." And he leaned forward on his +dagger, burying the point of it some inches into the deal table. +"That you should punish me with the weapons of the Faith for the +sins that you allege against me I can understand and suffer. +There is reason in that, perhaps. But will you tell me what +reasons there can be in punishing a whole city for an offence +which, if it exists at all, is mine alone?--and in punishing it +by a curse so terrible that all the consolations of religion are +denied those true children of Mother Church, that no priestly +office may be performed within the city, that men and women may +not approach the altars of the Faith, that they must die +unshriven with their sins upon them, and so be damned through all +eternity? Where is the reason that urges this?" + +The cardinal's smile had changed from one of benignity to one of +guile. + +"Why, I will answer you. Out of their terror they will be moved +to revolt against you, unless you relieve them of the ban. Thus, +Lord Prince, I hold you in check. You make submission or else you +are destroyed." + +Affonso Henriques considered him a moment. "You answer me +indeed," said he, and then his voice swelled up in denunciation. +"But this is statecraft, not religion. And when a prince has no +statecraft to match that which is opposed to him, do you know +what follows? He has recourse to force, Lord Cardinal. You compel +me to it; upon your own head the consequences." + +The legate almost sneered. "What is the force of your poor lethal +weapons compared with the spiritual power I wield? Do you +threaten me with death? Do you think I fear it?" He rose in a +surge of sudden wrath, and tore open his scarlet robe. "Strike +here with your poniard. I wear no mail. Strike if you dare, and +by the sacrilegious blow destroy yourself in this world and the +next." + +The Infante considered him. Slowly he sheathed his dagger, smiling +a little. Then he beat his hands together. His men-at-arms came +in. + +"Seize me those two Roman whelps," he commanded, and pointed to +Giannino and Pierlulgi. "Seize them, and make them fast. About +it!" + +"Lord Prince!" cried the legate in a voice of appeal, wherein +fear and anger trembled. + +It was the note of fear that heartened Affonso Henriques. "About +it!" he cried again, though needlessly, for already his +men-at-arms were at grips with the Cardinal's nephews. In a trice +the kicking, biting, swearing pair were overpowered, deprived of +arms, and pinioned. The men looked to their prince for further +orders. In the background Moniz and Nunes witnessed all with +troubled countenances, whilst the Cardinal, beyond the table, +white to the lips, demanded in a quavering voice to know what +violence was intended, implored the Infante to consider, and in +the same breath threatened him with dread consequences of this +affront. + +Affonso Henriques, unmoved, pointed through the window to a +stalwart oak that stood before the inn. + +"Take them out there, and hang them unshriven," he commanded. + +The Cardinal swayed, and almost fell forward. He clutched the +table, speechless with terror for those lads who were as the very +apple of his eye, he who so fearlessly had bared his own breast +to the steel. + +The two comely Italian youths were dragged out writhing in their +captors' hands. + +At last the half-swooning legate found his voice. "Lord Prince," +he gasped. "Lord Prince . . . you cannot do this infamy! You +cannot! I warn you that . . . that. . ." The threat perished +unuttered, slain by mounting terror. "Mercy! Have mercy, lord! as +you hope for mercy!" + +"What mercy do you practice, you who preach a gospe of mercy in +the world, and cry for mercy now?" the Infante asked him. + +"But this is an infamy! What harm have those poor children done? +What concern is it of theirs that I have offended you in +performing my sacred duty?" + +Swift into that opening flashed the home-thrust of the Infante's +answer. + +"What harm have my people of Coimbra done? What concern is it of +theirs that I have offended you? Yet to master me you did not +hesitate to strike at them with the spiritual weapons that are +yours. To master you I do not hesitate to strike at your nephews +with the lethal weapons that are mine. When you shall have seen +them hang you will understand the things that argument could not +make clear to you. In the vileness of my act you will see a +reflection of the vileness of your own, and perhaps your heart +will be touched, your monstrous pride abated." + +Outside, under the tree, the figures of the men-at-arms were +moving. Expeditiously, and with indifference, they went about the +preparations for the task entrusted to them. + +The Cardinal writhed, and fought for breath. "Lord Prince, this +must not be!" He stretched forth supplicating hands. "Lord +Prince, you must release my nephews." + +"Lord Cardinal, you must absolve my people." + +"If . . . if you will first make submission. My duty . . . to the +Holy See . . . Oh God! Will nothing move you?" + +"When they have been hanged you will understand, and out of your +own affliction learn compassion." The Infante's voice was so +cold, his mien so resolute that the legate despaired of +conquering his purpose. Abruptly he capitulated, even as the +halters went about the necks of his two cherished lads. + +"Stop!" he screamed. "Bid them stop! The curse shall be lifted." + +Affonso Henriques opened the window with a leisureliness which to +the legate seemed to belong to the realm of nightmare. + +"Wait yet a moment," the Infante called to those outside, about +whom by now a little knot of awe-stricken villagers had gathered. +Then he turned again to Cardinal Corrado, who had sunk to his +chair like a man exhausted, and sat now panting, his elbows on +the table, his head in his hands. "Here," said the prince, "are +the terms upon which you may have their lives: Complete +absolution, and Apostolic benediction for my people and myself +this very night, I on my side making submission to the Holy +Father's will to the extent of releasing my mother from duress, +with the condition that she leaves Portugal at once and does not +return. As for the banished bishop and his successor, matters +must remain as they are; but you can satisfy your conscience on +that score by yourself confirming the appointment of Don +Zuleyman. Come, my lord, I am being generous, I think. In the +enlargement of my mother I afford you the means of satisfying +Rome. If you have learnt your lesson from what I here proposed, +your conscience should satisfy you of the rest." + +"Be it so," the Cardinal answered hoarsely. "I will return with +you to Coimbra and do your will." + +Thereupon, without any tinge of mockery, but in completest +sincerity in token that the feud between them was now completely +healed, Affonso Henriques went down upon his knees, like the true +and humble son of Holy Church he accounted himself, to ask a +blessing at the Cardinal's hands. + + + + + +II. THE FALSE DEMETRIUS + +Boris Godunov and the Pretended Son of Ivan the Terrible + + + +The news of it first reached him whilst he sat at supper in the +great hall of his palace in the Kremlin. It came at a time when +already there was enough to distract his mind; for although the +table before him was spread and equipped as became an emperor's, +the gaunt spectre of famine stalked outside in the streets of +Moscow, and men and women were so reduced by it that cannibalism +was alleged to be breaking out amongst them. + +Alone, save for the ministering pages, sat Boris Godunov under +the iron lamps that made of the table, with its white napery and +vessels of gold and silver plate, an island of light in the gloom +of that vast apartment. The air was fragrant with the scent of +burning pine, for although the time of year was May, the nights +were chill, and a great log-fire was blazing on the distant +hearth. To him, as he sat there, came his trusted Basmanov with +those tidings which startled him at first, seeming to herald that +at last the sword of Nemesis was swung above his sinful head. + +Basmanov, a flush tinting the prominent cheek-bones of his sallow +face, an excited glitter in his long eyes, began by ordering the +pages out of earshot, then leaning forward quickly muttered forth +his news. + +At the first words of it, the Tsar's knife clashed into his +golden platter, and his short, powerful hands clutched the carved +arms of his great gilded chair. Quickly he controlled himself, +and then as he continued to listen he was moved to scorn, and a +faint smile began to stir under his grizzled beard. + +A man had appeared in Poland--such was the burden of Basmanov's +story--coming none knew exactly whence, who claimed to be +Demetrius, the son of Ivan Vassielivitch, and lawful Tsar of +Russia--Demetrius, who was believed to have died at Uglich ten +years ago, and whose remains lay buried in Moscow, in the Church +of St. Michael. This man had found shelter in Lithuania, in the +house of Prince Wisniowiecki, and thither the nobles of Poland +were now flocking to do him homage, acknowledging him the son of +Ivan the Terrible. He was said to be the living image of the dead +Tsar, save that he was swarthy and black-haired, like the dowager +Tsarina, and there were two warts on his face, such as it was +remembered had disfigured the countenance of the boy Demetrius. + +Thus Basmanov, adding that he had dispatched a messenger into +Lithuania to obtain more precise confirmation of the story. That +messenger--chosen in consequence of something else that Basmanov +had been told--was Smirnoy Otrepiev. + +The Tsar Boris sat back in his chair, his eyes on the gem +encrusted goblet, the stem of which his fingers were mechanically +turning. There was now no vestige of the smile on his round white +face. It had grown set and thoughtful. + +"Find Prince Shuiski," he said presently, "and send him to me +here." + +Upon the tale the boyar had brought him he offered now no +comment. + +"We will talk of this again, Basmanov," was all he said in +acknowledgment that he had heard, and in dismissal. + +But when the boyar had gone, Boris Godunov heaved himself to his +feet, and strode over to the fire, his great head sunk between +his massive shoulders. He was a short, thick-set, bow-legged man, +inclining to corpulence. He set a foot, shod in red leather +reversed with ermine, upon an andiron, and, leaning an elbow on +the carved overmantel, rested his brow against his hand. His eyes +stared into the very heart of the fire, as if they beheld there +the pageant of the past, upon which his mind was bent. + +Nineteen years were sped since Ivan the Terrible had passed away, +leaving two sons, Feodor Ivanovitch, who had succeeded him, and +the infant Demetrius. Feodor, a weakling who was almost imbecile, +had married Irene, the daughter of Boris Godunov, whereby it had +fallen out that Boris became the real ruler of Russia, the power +behind the throne. But his insatiable ambition coveted still +more. He must wear the crown as well as wield the sceptre; and +this could not be until the Ruric dynasty which had ruled Russia +for nearly seven centuries should be stamped out. Between himself +and the throne stood his daughter's husband and their child, and +the boy Demetrius, who had been dispatched with his mother, the +dowager Tsarina, to Uglich. The three must be removed. + +Boris began with the last, and sought at first to drive him out +of the succession without bloodshed. He attempted to have him +pronounced illegitimate, on the ground that he was the son of +Ivan's seventh wife (the orthodox Church recognizing no wife as +legitimate beyond the third). But in this he failed. The memory +of the terrible Tsar, the fear of him, was still alive in +superstitious Russia, and none dared to dishonour his son. So +Boris had recourse to other and surer means. He dispatched his +agents to Uglich, and presently there came thence a story that +the boy, whilst playing with a knife, had been taken with a fit +of epilepsy, and had fallen, running the blade into his throat. +But it was not a story that could carry conviction to the +Muscovites, since with it came the news that the town of Uglich +had risen against the emissaries of Boris, charging them with the +murder of the boy, and killing them out of hand. + +Terrible had been the vengeance which Boris had exacted. Of the +luckless inhabitants of the town two hundred were put to death by +his orders, and the rest sent into banishment beyond the Ural +Mountains, whilst the Tsarina Maria, Demetrius's mother, for +having said that her boy was murdered at the instigation of +Boris, was packed off to a convent, and had remained there ever +since in close confinement. + +That had been in 1591. The next to go was Feodor's infant son, +and lastly--in 1598--Feodor himself, succumbing to a mysterious +illness, and leaving Boris a clear path to the throne. But he +ascended it under the burden of his daughter's curse. Feodor's +widow had boldly faced her father, boldly accused him of +poisoning her husband to gratify his remorseless ambitions, and +on a passionate appeal to God to let it be done by him as he had +done by others she had departed to a convent, swearing never to +set eyes upon him again. + +The thought of her was with him now, as he stood there looking +into the heart of the fire; and perhaps it was the memory of her +curse that turned his stout heart to water, and made him afraid +where there could surely be no cause for fear. For five years now +had he been Tsar of Russia, and in these five years he had taken +such a grip of power as was not lightly to be loosened. + +Long he stood there, and there he was found by the magnificent +Prince Shuiski, whom he had bidden Basmanov to summon. + +"You went to Uglich when the Tsarevitch Demetrius was slain," +said Boris. His voice and mien were calm and normal. "Yourself +you saw the body. There is no possibility that you could have +been mistaken in it?" + +"Mistaken?" The boyar was taken aback by the question. He was a +tall man, considerably younger than Boris, who was in his +fiftieth year. His face was lean and saturnine, and there was +something sinister in the dark, close-set eyes under a single, +heavy line of eyebrow. + +Boris explained his question, telling him what he had learnt from +Basmanov. Basil Shuiski laughed. The story was an absurd one. +Demetrius was dead. Himself he had held the body in his arms, and +no mistake was possible. + +Despite himself, a sigh of relief fluttered from the lips of +Boris. Shuiski was right. It was an absurd story, this. There was +nothing to fear. He had been a fool to have trembled for a +moment. + +Nevertheless, in the weeks that followed, he brooded more and +more over all that Basmanov had said. It was in the thought that +the nobility of Poland was flocking to the house of Wisniowiecki +to do honour to this false son of Ivan the Terrible, that Boris +found the chief cause of uneasiness. There was famine in Moscow, +and empty bellies do not make for loyalty. Then, too, the +Muscovite nobles did not love him. He had ruled too sternly, and +had curbed their power. There were men like Basil Shuiski who +knew too much--greedy, ambitious men, who might turn their +knowledge to evil account. The moment might be propitious to the +pretender, however false his claim. Therefore Boris dispatched a +messenger to Wisniowiecki with the offer of a heavy bribe if he +would yield up the person of this false Demetrius. + +But that messenger returned empty-handed. He had reached Bragin +too late. The pretender had already left the place, and was +safely lodged in the castle of George Mniszek, the Palatine of +Sandomir, to whose daughter Maryna he was betrothed. If these +were ill tidings for Boris, there were worse to follow soon. +Within a few months he learned from Sandomir that Demetrius +had removed to Cracow, and that there he had been publicly +acknowledged by Sigismund III. of Poland as the son of Ivan +Vassielivitch, the rightful heir to the crown of Russia. He +heard, too, the story upon which this belief was founded. +Demetrius had declared that one of the agents employed by Boris +Godunov to procure his murder at Uglich had bribed his physician +Simon to perform the deed. Simon had pretended to agree as the +only means of saving him. He had dressed the son of a serf, who +slightly resembled Demetrius, in garments similar to those worn +by the young prince, and thereafter cut the lad's throat, leaving +those who had found the body to presume it to be the prince's. +Meanwhile, Demetrius himself had been concealed by the physician, +and very shortly thereafter carried away from Uglich, to be +placed in safety in a monastery, where he had been educated. + +Such, in brief, was the story with which Demetrius convinced the +court of Poland, and not a few who had known the boy at Uglich +came forward now to identify with him the grown man, who carried +in his face so strong a resemblance to Ivan the Terrible. That +story which Boris now heard was soon heard by all Russia, and +Boris realized that something must be done to refute it. + +But something more than assurances--his own assurances--were +necessary if the Muscovites were to believe him. And so at last +Boris bethought him of the Tsarina Maria, the mother of the +murdered boy. He had her fetched to Moscow from her convent, and +told her of this pretender who was setting up a claim to the +throne of Russia, supported by the King of Poland. + +She listened impassively, standing before him in the black robes +and conventual coif which his tyranny had imposed upon her. When +he had done, a faint smile swept over the face that had grown so +hard in these last twelve years since that day when her boy had +been slain almost under her very eyes. + +"It is a circumstantial tale," she said. "It is perhaps true. It +is probably true." + +"True!" He bounded from his seat. "True? What are you saying, +woman? Yourself you saw the boy dead." + +"I did, and I know who killed him." + +"But you saw him. You recognized him for your own, since you set +the people on to kill those whom you believed had slain him." + +"Yes," she answered. And added the question: "What do you want of +me now?" + +"What do I want?" He was amazed that she should ask, exasperated. +Had the conventual confinement turned her head? "I want your +testimony. I want you to denounce this fellow for the impostor +that he is. The people will believe you." + +"You think they will?" Interest had kindled in her glance. + +"What else? Are you not the mother of Demetrius, and shall not a +mother know her own son?" + +"You forget. He was ten years of age then--a child. Now he is a +grown man of three-and-twenty. How can I be sure? How can I be +sure of anything?" + +He swore a full round oath at her. "Because you saw him dead." + +"Yet I may have been mistaken. I thought I knew the agents of +yours who killed him. Yet you made me swear--as the price of my +brothers' lives--that I was mistaken. Perhaps I was more mistaken +than we thought. Perhaps my little Demetrius was not slain at +all. Perhaps this man's tale is true." + +"Perhaps . . ." He broke off to stare at her, mistrustfully, +searchingly. "What do you mean?" he asked her sharply. + +Again that wan smile crossed the hard, sharp-featured face that +once had been so lovely. "I mean that if the devil came out of +hell and called himself my son, I should acknowledge him to your +undoing." + +Thus the pent-up hate and bitterness of years of brooding upon +her wrongs broke forth. Taken aback, he quailed before it. His +jaw dropped foolishly, and he stared at her with wide, unblinking +eyes. + +"The people will believe me, you say--they will believe that a +mother should know her own son. Then are your hours of usurpation +numbered." + +If for a moment it appalled him, yet in the end, forewarned, he +was forearmed. It was foolish of her to let him look upon the +weapon with which she could destroy him. The result of it was +that she went back to her convent under close guard, and was +thereafter confined with greater rigour than hitherto. + +Desperately Boris heard how the belief in Demetrius was gaining +ground in Russia with the people. The nobles might still be +sceptical, but Boris knew that he could not trust them, since +they had no cause to love him. He began perhaps to realize that +it is not good to rule by fear. + +And then at last came Smirnoy Otrepiev back from Cracow, where he +had been sent by Basmanov to obtain with his own eyes confirmation +of the rumour which had reached the boyar on the score of the +pretender's real identity. + +The rumour, he declared, was right. The false Demetrius was none +other than his own nephew, Grishka Otrepiev, who had once been a +monk, but, unfrocked, had embraced the Roman heresy, and had +abandoned himself to licentious ways. You realize now why Smirnoy +had been chosen by Basmanov for this particular mission. + +The news heartened Boris. At last he could denounce the impostor +in proper terms, and denounce him he did. He sent an envoy to +Sigismund III. to proclaim the fellow's true identity, and to +demand his expulsion from the Kingdom of Poland; and his +denunciation was supported by a solemn excommunication pronounced +by the Patriarch of Moscow against the unfrocked monk, Grishka +Otrepiev, who now falsely called himself Demetrius Ivanovitch. + +But the denunciation did not carry the conviction that Boris +expected. It was reported that the Tsarevitch was a courtly, +accomplished man, speaking Polish and Latin, as well as Russian, +skilled in horsemanship and in the use of arms, and it was asked +how an unfrocked monk had come by these accomplishments. +Moreover, although Boris, fore-warned, had prevented the Tsarina +Maria from supporting the pretender out of motives of revenge, he +had forgotten her two brothers; he had not foreseen that, +actuated by the same motives, they might do that which he had +prevented her from doing. This was what occurred. The brothers +Nagoy repaired to Cracow publicly to acknowledge Demetrius their +nephew, and to enrol themselves under his banner. + +Against this Boris realized that mere words were useless. The +sword of Nemesis was drawn indeed. His sins had found him out. +Nothing remained him but to arm and go forth to meet the +impostor, who was advancing upon Moscow with a great host of +Poles and Cossacks. + +He appraised the support of the Nagoys at its right value. They, +too, had been at Uglich, and had seen the dead boy, almost seen +him slain. Vengeance upon himself was their sole motive. But was +it possible that Sigismund of Poland was really deceived, as well +as the Palatine of Sandomir, whose daughter was betrothed to the +adventurer, Prince Adam Wisniowiecki, in whose house the false +Demetrius had first made his appearance, and all those Polish +nobles who flocked to his banner? Or were they, too, moved by +some ulterior motive which he could not fathom? + +That was the riddle that plagued Boris Godunov what time--in the +winter of 1604--he sent his armies to meet the invader. He sent +them because, crippled now by gout, even the satisfaction of +leading them was denied him. He was forced to stay at home in the +gloomy apartments of the Kremlin, fretted by care, with the +ghosts of his evil past to keep him company, and assure him that +the hour of judgment was at hand. + +With deepening rage he heard how town after town capitulated to +the adventurer, and mistrusting Basmanov, who was in command, he +sent Shuiski to replace him. In January of 1605 the armies met at +Dobrinichi, and Demetrius suffered a severe defeat, which +compelled him to fall back on Putioli. He lost all his infantry, +and every Russian taken in arms on the pretender's side was +remorselessly hanged as Boris had directed. + +Hope began to revive in the heart of Boris; but as months passed +and no decision came, those hopes faded again, and the canker of +the past gnawed at his vitals and sapped his strength. And then +there was ever present to his mind the nightmare riddle of the +pretender's identity. At last, one evening in April, he sent for +Smirnoy Otrepiev to question him again concerning that nephew of +his. Otrepiev came in fear this time. It is not good to be the +uncle of a man who is giving so much trouble to a great prince. + +Boris glared at him from blood-injected eyes. His round, white +face was haggard, his cheeks sagged, and his fleshly body had +lost all its erstwhile firm vigour. + +"I have sent for you to question you again," he said, "touching +this lewd nephew of yours, this Grishka Otrepiev, this unfrocked +monk, who claims to be Tsar of Muscovy. Are you sure, man, that +you have made no mistake--are you sure?" + +Otrepiev was shaken by the Tsar's manner, by the ferocity of his +mien. But he made answer: "Alas, Highness! I could not be +mistaken. I am sure." + +Boris grunted, and moved his body irritably in his chair. His +terrible eyes watched Otrepiev mistrustfully. He had reached the +mental stage in which he mistrusted everything and everybody. + +"You lie, you dog," he snarled savagely. + +"Highness, I swear . . ." + +"Lies!" Boris roared him down. "And here's the proof. Would +Sigismund of Poland have acknowledged him had he been what you +say? When I denounced him the unfrocked monk Grishka Otrepiev, +would not Sigismund have verified the statement had it been +true?" + +"The brothers Nagoy, the uncles of the dead Demetrius . . ." +Otrepiev was beginning, when again Boris interrupted him. + +"Their acknowledgment of him came after Sigismund's, after--long +after--my denunciation." He broke into oaths. "I say you lie. +Will you stand there and pelter with me, man? Will you wait until +the rack pulls you joint from joint before you speak the truth?" + +"Highness!" cried Otrepiev, "I have served you faithfully these +years." + +"The truth, man; as you hope for life," thundered the Tsar, "the +whole truth of this foul nephew of yours, if so be he is your +nephew." + +And Otrepiev spoke the whole truth at last in his great dread. +"He is not my nephew." + +"Not?" It was a roar of rage. "You dared lie to me?" + +Otrepiev's knees were loosened by terror, and he went down upon +them before the irate Tsar. + +"I did not lie--not altogether. I told you a half-truth, +Highness. His name is Grishka Otrepiev; it is the name by which +he always has been known, and he is an unfrocked monk, all as I +said, and the son of my brother's wife." + +"Then . . . then . . ." Boris was bewildered. Suddenly he +understood. "And his father?" + +"Was Stephen Bathory, King of Poland. Grishka Otrepiev is King +Stephen's natural son." + +Boris seemed to fight for breath for a moment. + +"This is true?" he asked, and himself answered the question. "Of +course it is true. It is the light at last . . . at last. You may +go." + +Otrepiev stumbled out, thankful, surprised to escape so lightly. +He could not know of how little account to Boris was the +deception he had practiced in comparison with the truth he had +now revealed, a truth that shed a fearful, dazzling light upon +the dark mystery of the false Demetrius. The problem that so long +had plagued the Tsar was solved at last. + +This pretended Demetrius, this unfrocked monk, was a natural son +of Stephen Bathory, and a Roman Catholic. Such men as Sigismund +of Poland and the Voyvode of Sandomir were not deceived on the +score of his identity. They, and no doubt other of the leading +nobles of Poland, knew the man for what he was, and because of it +supported him, using the fiction of his being Demetrius +Ivanovitch to impose upon the masses, and facilitate the +pretenders occupation of the throne of Russia. And the object of +it was to set up in Muscovy a ruler who should be a Pole and a +Roman Catholic. Boris knew the bigotry of Sigismund, who already +had sacrificed a throne--that of Sweden--to his devout conscience, +and he saw clearly to the heart of this intrigue. Had he not +heard that a Papal Nuncio had been at Cracow, and that this +Nuncio had been a stout supporter of the pretender's claim? +What could be the Pope's concern in the Muscovite succession? Why +should a Roman priest support the claim of a prince to the throne +of a country devoted to the Greek faith? + +At last all was clear indeed to Boris. Rome was at the bottom of +this business, whose true aim was the Romanization of Russia; and +Sigismund had fetched Rome into it, had set Rome on. Himself an +elected King of Poland, Sigismund may have seen in the ambitious +son of Stephen Bathory one who might perhaps supplant him on the +Polish throne. To divert his ambition into another channel he had +fathered--if he had not invented--this fiction that the pretender +was the dead Demetrius. + +Had that fool Smirnoy Otrepiev but dealt frankly with him from +the first, what months of annoyance might he not have been +spared; how easy it might have been to prick this bubble of +imposture. But better late than never. To-morrow he would publish +the true facts, and all the world should know the truth; and it +was a truth that must give pause to those fools in this +superstitious Russia, so devoted to the Orthodox Greek Church, +who favoured the pretender. They should see the trap that was +being baited for them. + +There was a banquet in the Kremlin that night to certain foreign +envoys, and Boris came to table in better spirits than he had +been for many a day. He was heartened by the thought of what was +now to do, by the conviction that he held the false Demetrius in +the hollow of his hand. There to those envoys he would announce +to-night what to-morrow he would announce to all Russia--tell +them of the discovery he had made, and reveal to his subjects the +peril in which they stood. Towards the close of the banquet he +rose to address his guests, announcing that he had an important +communication for them. In silence they waited for him to speak. +And then, abruptly, with no word yet spoken, he sank back into +his chair, fighting for breath, clawing the air, his face +empurpling until suddenly the blood gushed copiously from his +mouth and nostrils. + +He was vouchsafed time in which to strip off his splendid apparel +and wrap himself in a monk's robe, thus symbolizing the putting +aside of earthly vanities, and then he expired. + +It has been now and then suggested that he was poisoned. His +death was certainly most opportune to Demetrius. But there is +nothing in the manner of it to justify the opinion that it +resulted from anything other than an apoplexy. + +His death brought the sinister opportunist Shuiski back to Moscow +to place Boris's son Feodor on the throne. But the reign of this +lad of sixteen was very brief. Basmanov, who had gone back to the +army, being now inspired by jealousy and fear of the ambitious +Shuiski, went over at once to the pretender, and proclaimed him +Tsar of Russia. Thereafter events moved swiftly. Basmanov marched +on Moscow, entered it in triumph, and again proclaimed Demetrius, +whereupon the people rose in revolt against the son of the +usurper Boris, stormed the Kremlin, and strangled the boy and his +mother. + +Basil Shuiski would have shared their fate had he not bought his +life at the price of betrayal. Publicly he declared to the +Muscovites that the boy whose body he had seen at Uglich was not +that of Demetrius, but of a peasant's son, who had been murdered +in his stead. + +That statement cleared the last obstacle from the pretender's +path, and he advanced now to take possession of his throne. Yet +before he occupied it, he showed the real principles that +actuated him, proved how true had been Boris's conclusion. He +ordered the arrest and degradation of the Patriarch who had +denounced and excommunicated him, and in his place appointed +Ignatius, Bishop of Riazan, a man suspected of belonging to the +Roman communion. + +On the 30th of June of that year 1605, Demetrius made his +triumphal entry into Moscow. He went to prostrate himself before +the tomb of Ivan the Terrible, and then to visit the Tsarina +Maria, who, after a brief communion with him in private, came +forth publicly to acknowledge him as her son. + +Just as Shuiski had purchased his life by a falsehood, so did she +purchase her enlargement from that convent where so long she had +been a prisoner, and restoration to the rank that was her proper +due. After all, she had cause for gratitude to Demetrius, who, in +addition to restoring her these things, had avenged her upon the +hated Boris Godunov. + +His coronation followed in due season, and at last this amazing +adventurer found himself firmly seated upon the throne of Russia, +with Basmanov at his right hand to help and guide him. And at +first all went well, and the young Tsar earned a certain measure +of popularity. If his swarthy face was coarse-featured, yet his +bearing was so courtly and gracious that he won his way quickly +to the hearts of his people. For the rest he was of a tall, +graceful figure, a fine horseman, and of a knightly address at +arms. + +But he soon found himself in the impossible position of having to +serve two masters. On the one hand there was Russia, and the +orthodox Russians whose tsar he was, and on the other there were +the Poles, who had made him so at a price, and who now demanded +payment. Because he saw that this payment would be difficult and +fraught with peril to himself he would--after the common wont of +princes who have attained their objects--have repudiated the +debt. And so he was disposed to ignore, or at least to evade, the +persistent reminders that reached him from the Papal Nuncio, to +whom he had promised the introduction into Russia of the Roman +faith. + +But presently came a letter from Sigismund couched in different +terms. The King of Poland wrote to Demetrius that word had +reached him that Boris Godunov was still alive, and that he had +taken refuge in England, adding that he might be tempted to +restore the fugitive to the throne of Muscovy. + +The threat contained in that bitter piece of sarcasm aroused +Demetrius to a sense of the responsibilities he had undertaken, +which were precisely as Boris Godunov had surmised. As a +beginning he granted the Jesuits permission to build a church +within the sacred walls of the Kremlin, whereby he gave great +scandal. Soon followed other signs that he was not a true son of +the Orthodox Greek Church; he gave offence by his indifference to +public worship, by his neglect of Russian customs, and by +surrounding himself with Roman Catholic Poles, upon whom he +conferred high offices and dignities. + +And there were those at hand ready to stir up public feeling +against him, resentful boyars quick to suspect that perhaps they +had been swindled. Foremost among these was the sinister turncoat +Shuiski, who had not derived from his perjury all the profit he +expected, who resented, above all, to see Basmanov--who had ever +been his rival--invested with a power second only to that of the +Tsar himself. Shuiski, skilled in intrigue, went to work in his +underground, burrowing fashion. He wrought upon the clergy, who +in their turn wrought upon the populace, and presently all was +seething disaffection under a surface apparently calm. + +The eruption came in the following May, when Maryna, the daughter +of the Palatine of Sandomir, made her splendid entry into Moscow, +the bride-elect of the young Tsar. The dazzling procession and +the feasting that followed found little favour in the eyes of the +Muscovites, who now beheld their city aswarm with heretic Poles. + +The marriage was magnificently solemnized on the 18th of May, +1606. And now Shuiski applied a match to the train he had so +skilfully laid. Demetrius had caused a timber fort to be built +before the walls of Moscow for a martial spectacle which he had +planned for the entertainment of his bride. Shuiski put it abroad +that the fort was intended to serve as an engine of destruction, +and that the martial spectacle was a pretence, the real object +being that from the fort the Poles were to cast firebrands into +the city, and then proceed to the slaughter of the inhabitants. + +No more was necessary to infuriate an already exasperated +populace. They flew to arms, and on the night of the 29th of May +they stormed the Kremlin, led on by the arch-traitor Shuiski +himself, to the cry of "Death to the heretic! Death to the +impostor!" + +They broke into the palace, and swarmed up the stairs into the +Tsar's bedchamber, slaying the faithful Basmanov, who stood sword +in hand to bar the way and give his master time to escape. The +Tsar leapt from a balcony thirty feet to the ground, broke his +leg, and lay there helpless, to be dispatched by his enemies, who +presently discovered him. + +He died firmly and fearlessly protesting that he was Demetrius +Ivanovitch. nevertheless, he was Grishka Otrepiev, the unfrocked +monk. + +It has been said that he was no more than an instrument in the +hands of priestcraft, and that because he played his part badly +he met his doom. But something more he was. He was an instrument +indeed, not of priestcraft, but of Fate, to bring home to Boris +Godunov the hideous sins that stained his soul, and to avenge his +victims by personating one of them. In that personation he had +haunted Boris as effectively as if he had been the very ghost of +the boy murdered at Uglich, haunted and tortured, and finally +broken him so that he died. + +That was the part assigned him by Fate in the mysterious scheme +of human things. And that part being played, the rest mattered +little. In the nature of him and of his position it was +impossible that his imposture should be other than ephemeral. + + + + + +III. THE HERMOSA FEMBRA + +An Eposode of the Inquisition in Seville + + + +Apprehension hung like a thundercloud over the city of Seville in +those early days of the year 1481. It had been growing since the +previous October, when the Cardinal of Spain and Frey Tomas de +Torquemada, acting jointly on behalf of the Sovereigns--Ferdinand +and Isabella--had appointed the first inquisitors for Castile, +ordering them to set up a Tribunal of the Faith in Seville, to +deal with the apostatizing said to be rampant among the New- +Christians, or baptized Jews, who made up so large a proportion +of the population. + +Among the many oppressive Spanish enactments against the Children +of Israel, it was prescribed that all should wear the distinguishing +circlet of red cloth on the shoulder of their gabardines; that +they should reside within the walled confines of their ghettos +and never be found beyond them after nightfall, and that they +should not practice as doctors, surgeons, apothecaries, or +innkeepers. The desire to emancipate themselves from these and +other restrictions upon their commerce with Christians and from +the generally intolerable conditions of bondage and ignominy +imposed upon them, had driven many to accept baptism and embrace +Christianity. + +But even such New-Christians as were sincere in their professions +of faith failed to find in this baptism the peace they sought. +Bitter racial hostility, though sometimes tempered, was never +extinguished by their conversion. + +Hence the alarm with which they viewed the gloomy, funereal, +sinister pageant--the white-robed, black-mantled and hooded +inquisitors, with their attendant familiars and barefoot friars-- +headed by a Dominican bearing the white Cross, which invaded the +city of Seville one day towards the end of December and took its +way to the Convent of St. Paul, there to establish the Holy +Office of the Inquisition. The fear of the New-Christians that +they were to be the object of the attentions of this dread +tribunal had sufficed to drive some thousands of them out of the +city, to seek refuge in such feudal lordships as those of the +Duke of Medina Sidonia, the Marquis of Cadiz, and the Count of +Arcos. + +This exodus had led to the publication by the newly appointed +inquisitors of the edict of 2nd January, in which they set forth +that inasmuch as it had come to their knowledge that many persons +had departed out of Seville in fear of prosecution upon grounds +of heretical pravity, they commanded the nobles of the Kingdom of +Castile that within fifteen days they should make an exact return +of the persons of both sexes who had sought refuge in their +lordships or jurisdictions; that they arrest all these and lodge +them in the prison of the Inquisition in Seville, confiscating +their property, and holding it at the disposal of the inquisitors; +that none should shelter any fugitive under pain of greater +excommunication and of other penalties by law established against +abettors of heretics. + +The harsh injustice that lay in this call to arrest men and women +merely because they had departed from Seville before departure +was in any way forbidden, revealed the severity with which the +inquisitors intended to proceed. It completed the consternation +of the New-Christians who had remained behind, and how numerous +these were may be gathered from the fact that in the district of +Seville alone they numbered a hundred thousand, many of them +occupying, thanks to the industry and talent characteristic of +their race, positions of great eminence. It even disquieted the +well-favoured young Don Rodrigo de Cardona, who in all his vain, +empty, pampered and rather vicious life had never yet known +perturbation. Not that he was a New-Christian. He was of a +lineage that went back to the Visigoths, of purest red Castilian +blood, untainted by any strain of that dark-hued, unclean fluid +alleged to flow in Hebrew veins. But it happened that he was in +love with the daughter of the millionaire Diego de Susan, a girl +whose beauty was so extraordinary that she was known throughout +Seville and for many a mile around as la Hermosa Fembra; and he +knew that such commerce--licit or illicitly conducted--was +disapproved by the holy fathers. His relations with the girl had +been perforce clandestine, because the disapproval of the holy +fathers was matched in thoroughness by that of Diego de Susan. It +had been vexatious enough on that account not to be able to boast +himself the favoured of the beautiful and opulent Isabella de +Susan; it was exasperating to discover now a new and more +imperative reason for this odious secrecy. + +Never sped a lover to his mistress in a frame of mind more +aggrieved than that which afflicted Don Rodrigo as, tight-wrapped +in his black cloak, he gained the Calle de Ataud on that January +night. + +Anon, however, when by way of a garden gate and an easily +escaladed balcony he found himself in the presence of Isabella, +the delight of her effaced all other considerations. Her father +was from home, as she had told him in the note that summoned him; +he was away at Palacios on some merchant's errand, and would not +return until the morrow. The servants were all abed, and so Don +Rodrigo might put off his cloak and hat, and lounge at his ease +upon the low Moorish divan, what time she waited upon him with a +Saracen goblet filled with sweet wine of Malaga. The room in +which she received him was one set apart for her own use, her +bower, a long, low ceilinged chamber, furnished with luxury and +taste. The walls were hung with tapestries, the floor spread with +costly Eastern rugs; on an inlaid Moorish table a tall, three- +beaked lamp of beaten copper charged with aromatic oil shed light +and perfume through the apartment. + +Don Rodrigo sipped his wine, and his dark, hungry eyes followed +her as she moved about him with vaguely voluptuous, almost feline +grace. The wine, the heavy perfume of the lamp, and the beauty of +her played havoc among them with his senses, so that he forgot +for the moment his Castilian lineage and clean Christian blood, +forgot that she derived from the accursed race of the Crucifiers. +All that he remembered was that she was the loveliest woman in +Seville, daughter to the wealthiest man, and in that hour of +weakness he decided to convert into reality that which had +hitherto been no more than an infamous presence. He would loyally +fulfil the false, disloyal promises he had made. He would take +her to wife. It was a sacrifice which her beauty and her wealth +should make worth while. Upon that impulse he spoke now, +abruptly: + +"Isabella, when will you marry me?" + +She stood before him, looking down into his weak, handsome face, +her fingers interlacing his own. She merely smiled. The question +did not greatly move her. Not knowing him for the scoundrel that +he was, guessing nothing of the present perturbation of his +senses, she found it very natural that he should ask her to +appoint the day. + +"It is a question you must ask my father," she answered him. + +"I will," said he, "to-morrow, on his return." And he drew her +down beside him. + +But that father was nearer than either of them dreamed. At that +very moment the soft thud of the closing housedoor sounded +through the house. It brought her sharply to her feet, and loose +from his coiling arms, with quickened breath and blanching face. +A moment she hung there, tense, then sped to the door of the +room, set it ajar and listened. + +Up the stairs came the sound of footsteps and of muttering +voices. It was her father, and others with him. + +With ever-mounting fear she turned to Don Rodrigo, and breathed +the question: "If they should come here?" + +The Castilian stood where he had risen by the divan, his face +paler now than its pale, aristocratic wont, his eyes reflecting +the fear that glittered in her own. He had no delusion as to what +action Diego de Susan would take upon discovering him. These +Jewish dogs were quickly stirred to passion, and as jealous as +their betters of the honour of their womenfolk. Already Don +Rodrigo in imagination saw his clean red Christian blood +bespattering that Hebrew floor, for he had no weapon save the +heavy Toledo dagger at his girdle, and Diego de Susan was not +alone. + +It was, he felt, a ridiculous position for a Hidalgo of Spain. +But his dignity was to suffer still greater damage. In another +moment she had bundled him into an alcove behind the arras at the +chamber's end, a tiny closet that was no better than a cupboard +contrived for the storing of household linen. She had-moved with +a swift precision which at another time might have provoked his +admiration, snatching up his cloak and hat, and other evidences +of his presence, quenching the lamp, and dragging him to that +place of cramped concealment, which she remained to share with +him. + +Came presently movements in the room beyond, and the voice of her +father: + +"We shall be securest from intrusion here. It is my daughter's +room. If you will give me leave, I will go down again to admit +our other friends." + +Those other friends, as Don Rodrigo gathered, continued to arrive +for the next half-hour, until in the end there must have been +some twenty of them assembled in that chamber. The mutter of +voices had steadily increased, but so confused that no more than +odd words, affording no clue to the reason of this gathering, had +reached the hidden couple. + +And then quite suddenly a silence fell, and on that silence beat +the sharp, clear voice of Diego de Susan addressing them. + +"My friends," he said, "I have called you hither that we may +concert measures for the protection of ourselves and all New- +Christians in Seville from the fresh peril by which we are +menaced. The edict of the inquisitors reveals how much we have to +fear. You may gather from it that the court of the Holy Office is +hardly likely to deal in justice, and that the most innocent may +find himself at any moment exposed to its cruel mercies. +Therefore it is for us now to consider how to protect ourselves +and our property from the unscrupulous activities of this +tribunal. You are the principal New Christian citizens of +Seville; you are wealthy, not only in property, but also in the +goodwill of the people, who trust and respect, and at need will +follow, you. If nothing less will serve, we must have recourse to +arms; and so that we are resolute and united, my friends, we +shall prevail against the inquisitors." + +Within the alcove, Don Rodrigo felt his skin roughening with +horror at this speech, which breathed sedition not only against +the Sovereigns, but against the very Church. And with his horror +was blent a certain increase of fear. If his situation had been +perilous before, it was tenfold more dangerous now. Discovery, +since he had overheard this treason, must mean his certain death. +And Isabella, realizing the same to the exclusion of all else, +clutched his arm and cowered against him in the dark. + +There was worse to follow. Susan's address was received with a +murmur of applause, and then others spoke, and several were +named, and their presence thus disclosed. There was the +influential Manuel Sauli, who next to Susan was the wealthiest +man in Seville; there was Torralba, the Governor of Triana; Juan +Abolafio, the farmer of the royal customs, and his brother +Fernandez, the licentiate, and there were others--all of them men +of substance, some even holding office under the Crown. Not one +was there who dissented from anything that Susan had said; rather +did each contribute some spur to the general resolve. In the end +it was concerted that each of those present should engage himself +to raise a proportion of the men, arms and money that would be +needed for their enterprise. And upon that the meeting was +dissolved, and they departed. Susan himself went with them. He +had work to do in the common cause, he announced, and he would do +it that very night in which it was supposed that he was absent at +Palacios. + +At last, when all had gone, and the house was still again, +Isabella and her lover crept forth from their concealment, and in +the light of the lamp which Susan had left burning each looked +into the other's white, startled face. So shaken was Don Rodrigo +with horror of what he had overheard, and with the terror of +discovery, that it was with difficulty he kept his teeth from +chattering. + +"Heaven protect us!" he gasped. "What Judaizing was this?" + +"Judaizing!" she echoed. It was the term applied to apostacy, to +the relapse of New-Christians to Judaism, an offense to be +expiated at the stake. "Here was no Judaizing. Are you mad, +Rodrigo? You heard no single word that sinned against the +Faith." + +"Did I not? I heard treason enough to." + +"No, nor treason either. You heard honourable, upright men +considering measures of defence against oppression, injustice, +and evil acquisitiveness masquerading in the holy garments of +religion." + +He stared askance at her for a moment, then his full lips curled +into a sneer. "Of course you would seek to justify them," he said. +"You are of that foul brood yourself. But you cannot think to +cozen me, who am of clean Old-christian blood and a true son of +Mother Church. These men plot evil against the Holy Inquisition. +Is that not Judaizing when it is done by Jews?" + +She was white to the lips, and a new horror stared at him from +her great dark eyes; her lovely bosom rose and fell in tumult. +Yet still she sought to reason with him. + +"They are not Jews--not one of them. Why, Perez is himself in +holy orders. All of them are Christians, and . . ." + +"Newly-baptized!" he broke in, sneering viciously. "A defilement +of that holy sacrament to gain them worldly advantages. That is +revealed by what passed here just now. Jews they were born, the +sons of Jews, and Jews they remain under their cloak of mock +Christianity, to be damned as Jews in the end." He was panting +now with fiery indignation; a holy zeal inflamed this profligate +defiler. "God forgive me that ever I entered here. Yet I do +believe that it was His will that I should come to overhear what +is being plotted. Let me depart from hence." + +With a passionate gesture of abhorrence he swung towards the +door. Her clutch upon his arm arrested him. + +"Whither do you go?" she asked trim sharply. He looked now into +her eyes, and of all that they contained he saw only fear; he saw +nothing of the hatred into which her love had been transmuted in +that moment by his unsparing insults to herself, her race and her +home, by the purpose which she clearly read in him. + +"Whither?" he echoed, and sought to shake her off. + +"Whither my Christian duty bids me." + +It was enough for her. Before he could prevent or suspect her +purpose, she had snatched the heavy Toledo blade from his girdle, +and armed with it stood between the door and him. + +"A moment, Don Rodrigo. Do not attempt to advance, or, as Heaven +watches us, I strike, and it maybe that I shall kill you. We must +talk awhile before you go." + +Amazed, chapfallen, half-palsied, he stood before her, his fine +religious zeal wiped out by fear of that knife in her weak +woman's hand. Rapidly to-night was she coming into real knowledge +of this Castilian gentleman, whom with pride she had taken for +her lover. It was a knowledge that was to sear her presently with +self-loathing and self-contempt. But for the moment her only +consideration was that, as a direct result of her own wantonness, +her father stood in mortal peril. If he should perish through the +deletion of this creature, she would account herself his slayer. + +"You have not considered that the deletion you intend will +destroy my father," she said quietly. + +"There is my Christian duty to consider," answered he, but +without boldness now. + +"Perhaps. But there is something you must set against it. Have +you no duty as a lover--no duty to me?" + +"No earthly duty can weigh against a spiritual obligation. . . ." + +"Ah, wait! Have patience. You have not well considered, that is +plain. In coming here in secret you wronged my father. You will +not trouble to deny it. + +"Jointly we wronged him, you and I. Will you then take advantage +of something learnt whilst you were hiding there like a thief +from the consequences of what you did, and so do him yet this +further wrong?" + +"Must I wrong my conscience?" he asked her sullenly. + +"Indeed, I fear you must." + +"Imperil my immortal soul?" He almost laughed. + +"You talk in vain." + +"But I have something more than words for you." With her left +hand she drew upon the fine gold chain about her neck, and +brought forth a tiny jewelled cross. Passing the chain over her +head, she held it out. + +"Take this," she bade him. "Take it, I say. Now, with that sacred +symbol in your hand, make solemn oath to divulge no word of what +you have learnt here tonight, or else resign yourself to an +unshriven death. For either you take that oath, or I rouse the +servants and have you dealt with as one who has intruded here +unbidden for an evil end." She backed away from him as she spoke, +and threw wide the door. Then, confronting him from the +threshold, she admonished him again, her voice no louder than a +whisper. "Quick now! Resolve yourself. Will you die here with +all your sins upon you, and so destroy for all eternity the +immortal soul that urges you to this betrayal, or will you take +the oath that I require?" + +He began an argument that was like a sermon of the Faith. But she +cut him short. "For the last time!" she bade him. "Will you +decide?" + +He chose the coward's part, of course, and did violence tomb fine +conscience. With the cross in his hand he repeated after her the +words of the formidable oath that she administered an oath which +it must damn his immortal soul to break. Because of that, because +she imagined that she had taken the measure of his faith, she +returned him his dagger, and let him go at last. She imagined +that she had bound him fast in irrefragable spiritual bonds. + +And even on the morrow, when her father and all those who had +been present at that meeting at Susan's house were arrested by +order of the Holy Office of the Inquisition, she still clung to +that belief. Yet presently a doubt crept in, a doubt that she +must at all costs resolve. And so presently she called for her +litter, and had herself carried to the Convent of St. Paul, where +she asked to see Frey Alonso de Ojeda, the Prior of the +Dominicans of Seville. + +She was left to wait in a square, cheerless, dimly-lighted room +pervaded by a musty smell, that had for only furniture a couple +of chairs and a praying-stool, and for only ornament a great, +gaunt crucifix hanging upon one of its whitewashed walls. + +Thither came presently two Dominican friars. One of these was a +harsh-featured man of middle height and square build, the +uncompromising zealot Ojeda. The other was tall and lean, +stooping slightly at the shoulders, haggard and pale of +countenance, with deep-set, luminous dark eyes, and a tender, +wistful mouth. This was the Queen's confessor, Frey Tomas de +Torquemada, Grand Inquisitor of Castile. He approached her, +leaving Ojeda in the background, and stood a moment regarding her +with eyes of infinite kindliness and compassion. + +"You are the daughter of that misguided man, Diego de Susan," he +said, in a gentle voice. "God help and strengthen you, my child, +against the trials that may be in store for you. What do you seek +at our poor hands? Speak, child, without fear." + +"Father," she faltered, "I come to implore your pity." + +"No need to implore it, child. Should I withhold pity who stand +myself in need of pity, being a sinner--as are we all." + +"It is for my father that I come to beg your mercy." + +"So I supposed." A shade crossed the gentle, wistful face; the +tender melancholy deepened in the eyes that regarded her. "If +your father is innocent of what has been alleged against him, the +benign tribunal of the Holy Office will bring his innocence to +light, and rejoice therein; if he is guilty, if he has strayed-- +as we may all stray unless fortified by heavenly grace--he shall +be given the means of expiation, that his salvation may be +assured him." + +She shivered at the words. She knew the mercy in which the +inquisitors dealt, a mercy so spiritual that it took no account +of the temporal agonies inflicted to ensure it. + +"My father is innocent of any sin against the Faith," said she. + +"Are you so sure?" croaked the harsh voice of Ojeda, breaking in. +"Consider well. Remember that your duty as a Christian is above +your duty as a daughter." + +Almost had she bluntly demanded the name of her father's accuser, +that thus she might reach the object of her visit. Betimes she +checked the rash impulse, perceiving that subtlety was here +required; that a direct question would close the door to all +information. Skilfully, then, she chose her line of attack. + +"I am sure," she exclaimed, "that he is a more fervent and pious +Christian--New-Christian though he be--than his accuser." + +The wistfulness faded from Torquemada's eyes. They grew keen, as +became the eyes of an inquisitor, the eyes of a sleuth, quick to +fasten on a spoor. But he shook his head. + +Ojeda advanced. "That I cannot believe," said he. "The deletion +was made from a sense of duty so pure that the delator did not +hesitate to confess the sin of his own commission through which +he had discovered the treachery of Don Diego and his associates." + +She could have cried out in anguish at this answer to her +unspoken question. Yet she controlled herself, and that no single +doubt should linger, she thrust boldly home. + +"He confessed it?" she cried, seemingly aghast. The friar slowly +nodded. "Don Rodrigo confessed?" she insisted, as will the +incredulous. + +Abruptly the friar nodded again; and as abruptly checked, +recollecting himself. + +"Don Rodrigo?" he echoed, and asked: "Who mentioned Don Rodrigo?" + +But it was too late. His assenting nod had betrayed the truth, +had confirmed her worst fear. She swayed a little; the room swam +round her, she felt as she would swoon. Then blind indignation +against that forsworn betrayer surged to revive her. If it was +through her weakness and undutifulness that her father had been +destroyed, through her strength should he be avenged, though in +doing so she pulled down and destroyed herself. + +"And he confessed to his own sin?" she was repeating slowly, ever +on that musing, incredulous note. "He dared confess himself a +Judaizer?" + +"A Judaizer!" Sheer horror now overspread the friar's grim +countenance. "A Judaizer! Don Rodrigo? Oh, impossible!" + +"But I thought you said he had confessed." + +"Why, yes, but . . . but not to that." Her pale lips smiled, +sadly contemptuous. + +"I see. He set limits of prudence upon his confession. He left +out his Judatting practices. He did not tell you, for instance, +that this deletion was an act of revenge against me who refused +to marry him, having discovered his unfaith, and fearing its +consequences in this world and the next." + +Ojeda stared at her in sheer, incredulous amazement. + +And then Torquemada spoke: "Do you say that Don Rodrigo de +Cardona is a Judaizer? Oh, it is unbelievable." + +"Yet I could give you evidence that should convince you." + +"Then so you shall. It is your sacred duty, lest you become an +abettor of heresy, and yourself liable to the extreme penalty." + +It would be a half-hour later, perhaps, when she quitted the +Convent of St. Paul to return home, with Hell in her heart, +knowing in life no purpose but that of avenging the parent her +folly had destroyed. As she was being carried past the Alcazar, +she espied across the open space a tall, slim figure in black, in +whom she recognized her lover, and straightway she sent the page +who paced beside her litter to call him to her side. The summons +surprised him after what had passed between them; moreover, +considering her father's present condition, he was reluctant to +be seen in attendance upon the beautiful, wealthy Isabella de +Susan. Nevertheless, urged on by curiosity, he went. + +Her greeting increased his surprise. + +"I am in deep distress, Rodrigo, as you may judge," she told him +sadly. "You will have heard what has befallen my father?" + +He looked at her sharply, yet saw nothing but loveliness rendered +more appealing by sorrow. Clearly she did not suspect him of +betrayal; did not realize that an oath extorted by violence--and +an oath, moreover, to be false to a sacred duty--could not be +accounted binding. + +"I . . . I heard of it an hour ago," he lied a thought +unsteadily. "I . . . I commiserate you deeply." + +"I deserve commiseration," answered she, "and so does my poor +father, and those others. It is plain that amongst those he +trusted there was a traitor, a spy, who went straight from that +meeting to inform against them. If I but had a list it were easy +to discover the betrayer. One need but ascertain who is the one +of all who were present whose arrest has been omitted." Her +lovely sorrowful eyes turned full upon him. "What is to become +of me now, alone in the world?" she asked him. "My father was +my only friend." + +The subtle appeal of her did its work swiftly. Besides, he saw +here a noble opportunity worth surely some little risk. + +"Your only friend?" he asked her thickly. "Was there no one else? +Is there no one else, Isabella?" + +"There was," she said, and sighed heavily. "But after what befell +last night, when . . . You know what is in my mind. I was +distraught then, mad with fear for this poor father of mine, so +that I could not even consider his sin in its full heinousness, +nor see how righteous was your intent to inform against him. Yet +I am thankful that it was not by your deletion that he was taken. +The thought of that is to-day my only consolation." + +They had reached her house by now. Don Rodrigo put forth his arm +to assist her to alight from her litter, and begged leave to +accompany her within. But she denied him. + +"Not now--though I am grateful to you, Rodrigo. Soon, if you will +come and comfort me, you may. I will send you word when I am more +able to receive you--that is, if I am forgiven for . . ." + +"Not another word," he begged her. "I honour you for what you +did. It is I who should sue to you for forgiveness." + +"You are very noble and generous, Don Rodrigo. God keep you!" And +so she left him. + +She had found him--had she but known it--a dejected, miserable +man in the act of reckoning up all that he had lost. In betraying +Susan he had acted upon an impulse that sprang partly from rage, +and partly from a sense of religious duty. In counting later the +cost to himself, he cursed the folly of his rage, and began to +wonder if such strict observance of religious duty was really +worth while to a man who had his way to make in the world. In +short, he was in the throes of reaction. But now, in her +unsuspicion, he found his hopes revive. She need never know. +The Holy Office preserved inviolate secrecy on the score of +deletions--since to do otherwise might be to discourage delators-- +and there were no confrontations of accuser and accused, such as +took place in temporal courts. Don Rodrigo left the Calle de +Ataud better pleased with the world than he had been since +morning. + +On the morrow he went openly to visit her; but he was denied, a +servant announcing her indisposed. This fretted him, damped his +hopes, and thereby increased his longing. But on the next day he +received from her a letter which made him the most ample amends: + +"Rodrigo,--There is a matter on which we must come early to an +understanding. Should my poor father be convicted of heresy and +sentenced, it follows that his property will be confiscated, +since as the daughter of a convicted heretic I may not inherit. +For myself I care little; but I am concerned for you, Rodrigo, +since if in spite of what has happened you would still wish to +make me your wife, as you declared on Monday, it would be my wish +to come to you well cowered. Now the inheritance which would be +confiscated by the Holy Office from the daughter of a heretic +might not be so confiscated from the wife of a gentleman of +Castile. I say no more. Consider this well, and decide as your +heart dictates. I shall receive you to-morrow if you come to me. + +"Isabella." + +She bade him consider well. But the matter really needed little +consideration. Diego de Susan was sure to go to the fire. His +fortune was estimated at ten million maravedis. That fortune, it +seemed, Rodrigo was given the chance to make his own by marrying +the beautiful Isabella at once, before sentence came to be passed +upon her father. The Holy Office might impose a fine, but would +not go further where the inheritance of a Castilian nobleman of +clean lineage was concerned. He was swayed between admiration of +her shrewdness and amazement at his own good fortune. Also his +vanity was immensely flattered. + +He sent her three lines to protest his undying love, and his +resolve to marry her upon the morrow, and went next day in +person, as she had bidden him, to carry out the resolve. + +She received him in the mansion's best room, a noble chamber +furnished with a richness such as no other house in Seville could +have boasted. She had arrayed herself for the interview with an +almost wanton cunning that should enhance her natural endowments. +Her high-waisted gown, low-cut and close-fitting in the bodice, +was of cloth of gold, edged with miniver at skirt and cuffs and +neck. On her white bosom hung a priceless carcanet of limpid +diamonds, and through the heavy tresses of her bronze-coloured +hair was coiled a string of lustrous pearls. Never had Don +Rodrigo found her more desirable; never had he felt so secure and +glad in his possession of her. The quickening blood flushing now +his olive face, he gathered her slim shapeliness into his arms, +kissing her cheek, her lips, her neck. + +"My pearl, my beautiful, my wife!" he murmured, rapturously. Then +added the impatient question: "The priest? Where is the priest +that shall make us one?" + +Deep, unfathomable eyes looked up to meet his burning glance. +Languorously she lay against his breast, and her red lips parted +in a smile that maddened him. + +"You love me, Rodrigo--in spite of all?" + +"Love you!" It was a throbbing, strangled cry, an almost +inarticulate ejaculation. "Better than life--better than +salvation." + +She fetched a sigh, as of deep content, and nestled closer. "Oh, +I am glad--so glad--that your love for me is truly strong. I am +about to put it to the test, perhaps." + +He held her very close. "What is this test, beloved?" + +"It is that I want this marriage knot so tied that it shall be +indissoluble save by death." + +"Why, so do I," quoth he, who had so much to gain. + +"And, therefore, because after all, though I profess +Christianity, there is Jewish blood in my veins, I would have a +marriage that must satisfy even my father when he regains his +freedom, as I believe he will--for, after all, he is not charged +with any sin against the faith." + +She paused, and he was conscious of a premonitory chill upon his +ardour. + +"What do you mean?" he asked her, and his voice was strained. + +"I mean--you'll not be angry with me?--I mean that I would have +us married not only by a Christian priest, and in the Christian +manner, but also and first of all by a Rabbi, and in accordance +with the Jewish rites." + +Upon the words, she felt his encircling arms turn limp, and relax +their grip upon her, whereupon she clung to him the more tightly. + +"Rodrigo! Rodrigo! If you truly love me, if you truly want me, +you'll not deny me this condition, for I swear to you that once I +am your wife you shall never hear anything again to remind you +that I am of Jewish blood." + +His face turned ghastly pale, his lips writhed and twitched, and +beads of sweat stood out upon his brow. + +"My God!" he groaned. "What do you ask? I . . . I can't. It were +a desecration, a defilement." + +She thrust him from her in a passion. "You regard it so? You +protest love, and in the very hour when I propose to sacrifice +all to you, you will not make this little sacrifice for my sake, +you even insult the faith that was my forbears', if it is not +wholly mine. I misjudged you, else I had not bidden you here to- +day. I think you had better leave me." + +Trembling, appalled, a prey to an ineffable tangle of emotion, he +sought to plead, to extenuate his attitude, to move her from her +own. He ranted torrentially, but in vain. She stood as cold and +aloof as earlier she had been warm and clinging. He had proved +the measure of his love. He could go his ways. + +The thing she proposed was to him, as he had truly said, a +desecration, a defilement. Yet to have dreamed yourself master of +ten million maravedis, and a matchless woman, is a dream not +easily relinquished. There was enough cupidity in his nature, +enough neediness in his condition, to make the realization of +that dream worth the defilement of the abominable marriage rites +upon which she insisted. But fear remained where Christian +scruples were already half-effaced. + +"You do not realize," he cried. "If it were known that I so much +as contemplated this, the Holy Office would account it clear +proof of apostasy, and send me to the fire." + +"If that were your only objection it were easily overcome," she +informed him coldly. "For who should ever inform against you? +The Rabbi who is waiting above-stairs dare not for his own life's +sake betray us, and who else will ever know?" + +"You can be sure of that?" + +He was conquered. But she played him yet awhile, compelling him +in his turn to conquer the reluctance which his earlier +hesitation had begotten in her, until it was he who pleaded +insistently for this Jewish marriage that filled him with such +repugnance. + +And so at last she yielded, and led him up to that bower of hers +in which the conspirators had met. + +"Where is the Rabbi?" he asked impatiently, looking round that +empty room. + +"I will summon him if you are quite sure that you desire him." + +"Sure? Have I not protested enough? Can you still doubt me?" + +"No," she said. She stood apart, conning him steadily. "Yet I +would not have it supposed that you were in any way coerced to +this." They were odd words; but he heeded not their oddness. He +was hardly master of the wits which in themselves were never of +the brightest. "I require you to declare that it is your own +desire that our marriage should be solemnized in accordance with +the Jewish rites and the law of Moses." + +And he, fretted now by impatience, anxious to have this thing +done and ended, made answer hastily: + +"Why, to be sure I do declare it to be my wish that we should be +so married--in the Jewish manner, and in accordance with the law +of Moses. And now, where is the Rabbi?" He caught a sound and saw +a quiver in the tapestries that masked the door of the alcove. +"Ah! He is here, I suppose...." + +He checked abruptly, and recoiled as from a blow, throwing up his +hands in a convulsive gesture. The tapestry had been swept aside, +and forth stepped not the Rabbi he expected, but a tall, gaunt +man, stooping slightly at the shoulders, dressed in the white +habit and black cloak of the order of St. Dominic, his face lost +in the shadows of a black cowl. Behind him stood two lay +brothers of the order, two armed familiars of the Holy Office, +displaying the white cross on their sable doublets. + +Terrified by that apparition, evoked, as it seemed, by those +terribly damning words he had pronounced, Don Rodrigo stood +blankly at gaze a moment, not even seeking to understand how this +dread thing had come to pass. + +The friar pushed back his cowl, as he advanced, and displayed the +tender, compassionate, infinitely wistful countenance of Frey +Tomas de Torquemada. And infinitely compassionate and wistful +came the voice of that deeply sincere and saintly man. + +"My son, I was told this of you--that you were a Judaizer--yet +before I could bring myself to believe so incredible a thing in +one of your lineage, I required the evidence of my own senses. +Oh, my poor child, by what wicked counsels have you been led so +far astray?" The sweet, tender eyes of the inquisitor were +luminous with unshed tears. Sorrowing pity shook his gentle +voice. + +And then Don Rodrigo's terror changed to wrath, and this +exploded. He flung out an arm towards Isabella in passionate +denunciation. + +"It was that woman who bewitched and fooled and seduced me into +this. It was a trap she baited for my undoing." + +"It was, indeed. She had my consent to do so, to test the faith +which I was told you lacked. Had your heart been free of +heretical pravity the trap had never caught you; had your faith +been strong, my son, you could not have been seduced from loyalty +to your Redeemers" + +"Father! Hear me, I implore you!" He flung down upon his knees, +and held out shaking, supplicating hands. + +"You shall be heard, my son. The Holy Office does not condemn any +man unheard. But what hope can you put in protestations? I had +been told that your life was disorderly and vain, and I grieved +that it should be so, trembled for you when I heard how wide you +opened the gates of your soul to evil. But remembering that age +and reason will often make good and penitent amends for the +follies of early life, I hoped and prayed for you. Yet that you +should Judaize--that you should be bound in wedlock by the +unclean ties of Judaism--Oh!" The melancholy voice broke off upon +a sob, and Torquemada covered his pale face with his hands--long, +white, emaciated, almost transparent hands. "Pray now, my child, +for grace and strength," he exhorted. "Offer up the little +temporal suffering that may yet be yours in atonement for your +error, and so that your heart be truly contrite and penitent, you +shall deserve salvation from that Divine Mercy which is +boundless. You shall have my prayers, my son. I can do no more. +Take him hence." + +On the 6th of February of that year 1481, Seville witnessed the +first Auto de Fe, the sufferers being Diego de Susan, his fellow- +conspirators, and Don Rodrigo de Cardona. The function presented +but little of the ghastly pomp that was soon to distinguish these +proceedings. But the essentials were already present. + +In a procession headed by a Dominican bearing aloft the green +Cross of the Inquisition, swathed in a veil of crepe, behind whom +walked two by two the members of the Confraternity of St. Peter +the Martyr, the familiars of the Holy Office, came the condemned, +candle in hand, barefoot, in the ignominious yellow penitential +sack. Hemmed about by halberdiers, they were paraded through the +streets to the Cathedral, where Mass was said and a sermon of the +faith preached to them by the stern Ojeda. Thereafter they were +conveyed beyond the city to the meadows of Tablada, where the +stake and faggots awaited them. + +Thus the perjured accuser perished in the same holocaust with the +accused. Thus was Isabella de Susan, known as la Hermosa Fembra, +avenged by falseness upon the worthless lover who made her by +falseness the instrument of her father's ruin. + +For herself, when all was over, she sought the refuge of a +convent. But she quitted it without professing. The past gave her +no peace, and she returned to the world to seek in excesses an +oblivion which the cloister denied her and only death could give. +In her will she disposed that her skull should be placed over the +doorway of the house in the Calle de Ataud, as a measure of +posthumous atonement for her sins. And there the fleshless, +grinning skull of that once lovely head abode for close upon four +hundred years. It was still to be seen there when Buonaparte's +legions demolished the Holy Office of the Inquisition. + + + + + + +IV. THE PASTRY-COOK OF MADRIGAL + +The Story of the False Sebastian of Portugal + + + +There is not in all that bitter tragi-comic record of human +frailty which we call History a sadder story than this of the +Princess Anne, the natural daughter of the splendid Don John of +Austria, natural son of the Emperor Charles V. and, so, half- +brother to the bowelless King Philip II. of Spain. Never was +woman born to royal or semi-royal state who was more utterly the +victim of the circumstances of her birth. + +Of the natural sons of princes something could be made, as +witness the dazzling career of Anne's own father; but for natural +daughters--and especially for one who, like herself, bore a +double load of cadency--there was little use or hope. Their royal +blood set them in a class apart; their bastardy denied them the +worldly advantages of that spurious eminence. Their royal blood +prescribed that they must mate with princes; their bastardy +raised obstacles to their doing so. Therefore, since the world +would seem to hold no worthy place for them, it was expedient to +withdraw them from the world before its vanities beglamoured +them, and to immure them in convents, where they might aspire +with confidence to the sterile dignity of abbesshood. + +Thus it befell with Anne. At the early age of six she had been +sent to the Benedictine convent at Burgos, and in adolescence +removed thence to the Monastery of Santa Maria la Real at +Madrigal, where it was foreordained that she should take the +veil. She went unwillingly. She had youth, and youth's hunger of +life, and not even the repressive conditions in which she had +been reared had succeeded in extinguishing her high spirit or in +concealing from her the fact that she was beautiful. On the +threshold of that convent which by her dread uncle's will was to +be her living tomb, above whose gates her spirit may have beheld +the inscription, "Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch' entrate!" she +made her protest, called upon the bishop who accompanied her to +bear witness that she did not go of her own free will. + +But what she willed was a matter of no account. King Philip's +was, under God's, the only will in Spain. Still, less perhaps to +soften the sacrifice imposed upon her than because of what he +accounted due to one of his own blood, his Catholic Majesty +accorded her certain privileges unusual to members of religious +communities: he granted her a little civil list--two ladies-in- +waiting and two grooms--and conferred upon her the title of +Excellency, which she still retained even when after her hurried +novitiate of a single year she had taken the veil. She submitted +where to have striven would have been to have spent herself in +vain; but her resignation was only of the body, and this dejected +body moved mechanically through the tasks and recreations that go +to make up the grey monotone of conventual existence; in which +one day is as another day, one hour as another hour; in which the +seasons of the year lose their significance; in which time has no +purpose save for its subdivision into periods devoted to sleeping +and waking, to eating and fasting, to praying and contemplating, +until life loses all purpose and object, and sterilizes itself +into preparation for death. + +Though they might command and compel her body, her spirit +remained unfettered in rebellion. Anon the claustral apathy might +encompass her; in time and by slow degrees she might become +absorbed into the grey spirit of the place. But that time was not +yet. For the present she must nourish her caged and starving soul +with memories of glimpses caught in passing of the bright, +active, stirring world without; and where memory stopped she had +now beside her a companion to regale her with tales of high +adventure and romantic deeds and knightly feats, which served but +to feed and swell her yearnings. + +This companion, Frey Miguel de Souza, was a Portuguese friar of +the order of St. Augustine, a learned, courtly man who had moved +in the great world and spoke with the authority of an eye- +witness. And above all he loved to talk of that last romantic +King of Portugal, with whom he had been intimate, that high- +spirited, headstrong, gallant, fair-haired lad Sebastian, who at +the age of four-and-twenty had led the disastrous overseas +expedition against the Infidel, which had been shattered on the +field of Alcacer-el-Kebir some fifteen years ago. + +He loved to paint for her in words the dazzling knightly pageants +he had seen along the quays at Lisbon, when that expedition was +embarking with crusader ardour, the files of Portuguese knights +and men-at-arms, the array of German and Italian mercenaries, the +young king in his bright armour, bare of head--an incarnation of +St. Michael--moving forward exultantly amid flowers and +acclamations to take ship for Africa. And she would listen with +parted lips and glistening eyes, her slim body bending forward in +her eagerness to miss no word of this great epic. Anon when he +came to tell of that disastrous day of Alcacer-el-Kebir, her +dark, eager eyes would fill with tears. His tale of it was hardly +truthful. He did not say that military incompetence and a +presumptuous vanity which would listen to no counsels had been +the cause of a ruin that had engulfed the chivalry of Portugal, +and finally the very kingdom itself. He represented the defeat as +due to the overwhelming numbers of the Infidel, and dwelt at +length upon the closing scene, told her in fullest detail how +Sebastian had scornfully rejected the counsels of those who urged +him to fly when all was lost, how the young king, who had fought +with a lion-hearted courage, unwilling to survive the day's +defeat, had turned and ridden back alone into the Saracen host to +fight his last fight and find a knightly death. Thereafter he was +seen no more. + +It was a tale she never tired of hearing, and it moved her more +and more deeply each time she listened to it. She would ply him +with questions touching this Sebastian, who had been her cousin, +concerning his ways of life, his boyhood, and his enactments when +he came to the crown of Portugal. And all that Frey Miguel de +Souza told her served but to engrave more deeply upon her virgin +mind the adorable image of the knightly king. Ever present in the +daily thoughts of this ardent girl, his empanoplied figure +haunted now her sleep, so real and vivid that her waking senses +would dwell fondly upon the dream-figure as upon the memory of +someone seen in actual life; likewise she treasured up the memory +of the dream--words he had uttered, words it would seem begotten +of the longings of her starved and empty heart, words of a kind +not calculated to bring peace to the soul of a nun professed. She +was enamoured, deeply, fervently, and passionately enamoured of a +myth, a mental image of a man who had been dust these fifteen +years. She mourned him with a fond widow's mourning; prayed daily +and nightly for the repose of his soul, and in her exaltation +waited now almost impatiently for death that should unite her +with him. Taking joy in the thought that she should go to him a +maid, she ceased at last to resent the maidenhood that had been +imposed upon her. + +One day a sudden, wild thought filled her with a strange +excitement. + +"Is it so certain that he is dead?" she asked. "When all is said, +none actually saw him die, and you tell me that the body +surrendered by Mulai-Ahmed-ben-Mahomet was disfigured beyond +recognition. Is it not possible that he may have survived?" + +The lean, swarthy face of Frey Miguel grew pensive. He did not +impatiently scorn the suggestion as she had half-feared he would. + +"In Portugal," he answered slowly, "it is firmly believed that he +lives, and that one day he will come, like another Redeemer, to +deliver his country from the thrall of Spain." + +"Then . . . then . . ." + +Wistfully, he smiled. "A people will always believe what it +wishes to believe." + +"But you, yourself?" she pressed him. + +He did not answer her at once. The cloud of thought deepened on +his ascetic face. He half turned from her--they were standing in +the shadow of the fretted cloisters--and his pensive eyes roamed +over the wide quadrangle that was at once the convent garden and +burial ground. Out there in the sunshine amid the hum of +invisible but ubiquitously pulsating life, three nuns, young and +vigorous, their arms bared to the elbows, the skirts of their +black habits shortened by a cincture of rope, revealing feet +roughly shod in wood, were at work with spade and mattock, +digging their own graves in memento mori. Amid the shadows of the +cloisters, within sight but beyond earshot, hovered Dona Maria de +Grado and Dona Luiza Nieto, the two nobly-born nuns appointed by +King Philip to an office as nearly akin to that of ladies-in- +waiting as claustral conditions would permit. + +At length Frey Miguel seemed to resolve himself. + +"Since you ask me, why should I not tell you? When I was on my +way to preach the funeral oration in the Cathedral at Lisbon, as +befitted one who had been Don Sebastian's preacher, I was warned +by a person of eminence to have a care of what I said of Don +Sebastian, for not only was he alive, but he would be secretly +present at the Requiem." + +He met her dilating glance, noted the quivering of her parted +lips. + +"But that," he added, "was fifteen years ago, and since then I +have had no sign. At first I thought it possible . . . there was +a story afloat that might have been true . . . But fifteen +years!" He sighed, and shook his head. + +"What . . . what was the story?" She was trembling from head to +foot. + +"On the night after the battle three horsemen rode up to the +gates of the fortified coast-town of Arzilla. When the timid +guard refused to open to them, they announced that one of them +was King Sebastian, and so won admittance. One of the three was +wrapped in a cloak, his face concealed, and his two companions +were observed to show him the deference due to royalty." + +"Why, then . . ." she was beginning. + +"Ah, but afterwards," he interrupted her, "afterwards, when all +Portugal was thrown into commotion by that tale, it was denied +that King Sebastian had been among these horsemen. It was +affirmed to have been no more than a ruse of those men's to gain +the shelter of the city." + +She questioned and cross-questioned him upon that, seeking to +draw from him the admission that it was possible denial and +explanation obeyed the wishes of the hidden prince. + +"Yes, it is possible," he admitted at length, "and it is believed +by many to be the fact. Don Sebastian was as sensitive as high- +spirited. The shame of his defeat may have hung so heavily upon +him that he preferred to remain in hiding, and to sacrifice a +throne of which he now felt himself unworthy. Half Portugal +believes it so, and waits and hopes." + +When Frey Miguel parted from her that day, he took with him the +clear conviction that not in all Portugal was there a soul who +hoped more fervently than she that Don Sebastian lived, or +yearned more passionately to acclaim him should he show himself. +And that was much to think, for the yearning of Portugal was as +the yearning of the slave for freedom. + +Sebastian's mother was King Philip's sister, whereby King Philip +had claimed the succession, and taken possession of the throne of +Portugal. Portugal writhed under the oppressive heel of that +foreign rule, and Frey Miguel de Sousa himself, a deeply, +passionately patriotic man, had been foremost among those who had +sought to liberate her. When Don Antonio, the sometime Prior of +Crato, Sebastian's natural cousin, and a bold, ambitious, +enterprising man, had raised the standard of revolt, the friar +had been the most active of all his coadjutators. In those days +Frey Miguel, who was the Provincial of his order, a man widely +renowned for his learning and experience of affairs, who had been +preacher to Don Sebastian and confessor to Don Antonio, had +wielded a vast influence in Portugal. That influence he had +unstintingly exerted on behalf of the Pretender, to whom he was +profoundly devoted. After Don Antonio's army had been defeated on +land by the Duke of Alba, and his fleet shattered in the Azores +in 1582 by the Marquis of Santa Cruz, Frey Miguel found himself +deeply compromised by his active share in the rebellion. He was +arrested and suffered a long imprisonment in Spain. In the end, +because he expressed repentance, and because Philip II., aware of +the man's gifts and worth, desired to attach him to himself by +gratitude, he was enlarged, and appointed Vicar of Santa Maria la +Real, where he was now become confessor, counsellor and confidant +of the Princess Anne of Austria. + +But his gratitude to King Philip was not of a kind to change his +nature, to extinguish his devotion to the Pretender, Don Antonio-- +who, restlessly ambitious, continued ceaselessly to plot abroad-- +or yet to abate the fervour of his patriotism. The dream of his +life was ever the independence of Portugal, with a native prince +upon the throne. And because of Anne's fervent hope, a hope that +grew almost daily into conviction, that Sebastian had survived +and would return one day to claim his kingdom, those two at +Madrigal, in that quiet eddy of the great stream of life, were +drawn more closely to each other. + +But as the years passed, and Anne's prayers remained unanswered +and the deliverer did not come, her hopes began to fade again. +Gradually she reverted to her earlier frame of mind in which all +hopes were set upon a reunion with the unknown beloved in the +world to come. + +One evening in the spring of 1594--four years after the name of +Sebastian had first passed between the priest and the princess-- +Frey Miguel was walking down the main street of Madrigal, a +village whose every inhabitant was known to him, when he came +suddenly face to face with a stranger. A stranger would in any +case have drawn his attention, but there was about this man +something familiar to the friar, something that stirred in him +vague memories of things long forgotten. His garb of shabby black +was that of a common townsman, but there was something in his air +and glance, his soldierly carriage, and the tilt of his bearded +chin, that belied his garb. He bore upon his person the stamp of +intrepidity and assurance. + +Both halted, each staring at the other, a faint smile on the lips +of the stranger--who, in the fading light, might have been of any +age from thirty to fifty--a puzzled frown upon the brow of the +friar. Then the man swept off his broad-brimmed hat. + +"God save your paternity," was his greeting. + +"God save you, my son," replied Frey Miguel, still pondering him. +"I seem to know you. Do I?" + +The stranger laughed. "Though all the world forget, your +paternity should remember me" + +And then Frey Miguel sucked in his breath sharply. "My God!" he +cried, and set a hand upon the fellow's shoulder, looking deeply +into those bold, grey eyes. "What make you here?" + +"I am a pastry-cook." + +"A pastry-cook? You?" + +"One must live, and it is a more honest trade than most. I was in +Valladolid, when I heard that your paternity was the Vicar of the +Convent here, and so for the sake of old times--of happier times-- +I bethought me that I might claim your paternity's support." He +spoke with a careless arrogance, half-tinged with mockery. + +"Assuredly . . ." began the priest, and then he checked. "Where +is your shop?" + +"Just down the street. Will your paternity honour me?" + +Frey Miguel bowed, and together they departed. + +For three days thereafter the convent saw the friar only in the +celebration of the Mass. But on the morning of the fourth, he +went straight from the sacristy to the parlour, and, despite the +early hour, desired to see her Excellency. + +"Lady," he told her, "I have great news; news that will rejoice +your heart." She looked at him, and saw the feverish glitter in +his sunken eyes, the hectic flush on his prominent cheek-bones. +"Don Sebastian lives. I have seen him." + +A moment she stared at him as if she did not understand. Then she +paled until her face became as white as the nun's coil upon her +brow; her breath came in a faint moan, she stiffened, and swayed +upon her feet, and caught at the back of a prie-dieu to steady +and save herself from falling. He saw that he had blundered by +his abruptness, that he had failed to gauge the full depth of her +feelings for the Hidden Prince, and for a moment feared that she +would swoon under the shock of the news he had so recklessly +delivered. + +"What do you say? Oh, what do you say?" she moaned, her eyes +half-closed. + +He repeated the news in more measured, careful terms, exerting +all the magnetism of his will to sustain her reeling senses. +Gradually she quelled the storm of her emotions. + +"And you say that you have seen him? Oh!" Once more the colour +suffused her cheeks, and her eyes glowed, her expression became +radiant. "Where is he?" + +"Here. Here in Madrigal." + +"In Madrigal?" She was all amazement. "But why in Madrigal?" + +"He was in Valladolid, and there heard that I--his sometime +preacher and counsellor--was Vicar here at Santa Maria la Real. +He came to seek me. He comes disguised, under the false name of +Gabriel de Espinosa, and setting up as a pastry-cook until his +term of penance shall be completed, and he shall be free to +disclose himself once more to his impatiently awaiting people." + +It was bewildering, intoxicating news to her. It set her mind in +turmoil, made of her soul a battle-ground for mad hope and +dreadful fear. This dream-prince, who for four years had been the +constant companion of her thoughts, whom her exalted, ardent, +imaginative, starved Soul had come to love with a consuming +passion, was a living reality near at hand, to be seen in the +flesh by the eyes of her body. It was a thought that set her in +an ecstasy of terror, so that she dared not ask Frey Miguel to +bring Don Sebastian to her. But she plied him with questions, and +so elicited from him a very circumstantial story. + +Sebastian, after his defeat and escape, had made a vow upon the +Holy Sepulchre to lay aside the royal dignity of which he deemed +that he had proved himself unworthy, and to do penance for the +pride that had brought him down, by roaming the world in humble +guise, earning his bread by the labour of his hands and the sweat +of his brow like any common hind, until he should have purged his +offense and rendered himself worthy once more to resume the +estate to which he had been born. + +It was a tale that moved her pity to the point of tears. It +exalted her hero even beyond the eminence he had already held in +her fond dreams, particularly when to that general outline were +added in the days that followed details of the wanderings and +sufferings of the Hidden Prince. At last, some few weeks after +that first startling announcement of his presence, in the early +days of August of that year 1594, Frey Miguel proposed to her the +thing she most desired, yet dared not beg. + +"I have told His Majesty of your attachment to his memory in all +these years in which we thought him dead, and he is deeply +touched. He desires your leave to come and prostrate himself at +your feet." + +She crimsoned from brow to chin, then paled again; her bosom +heaved in tumult. Between dread and yearning she spoke a faint +consent. + +Next day he came, brought by Frey Miguel to the convent parlour, +where her Excellency waited, her two attendant nuns discreetly in +the background. Her eager, frightened eyes beheld a man of middle +height, dignified of mien and carriage, dressed with extreme +simplicity, yet without the shabbiness in which Frey Miguel had +first discovered him. + +His hair was of a light brown--the colour to which the golden +locks of the boy who had sailed for Africa some fifteen years ago +might well have faded--his beard of an auburn tint, and his eyes +were grey. His face was handsome, and save for the colour of his +eyes and the high arch of his nose presented none of the +distinguishing and marring features peculiar to the House of +Austria, from which Don Sebastian derived through his mother. + +Hat in hand, he came forward, and went down on one knee before +her. + +"I am here to receive your Excellency's commands," he said. + +She steadied her shuddering knees and trembling lips. + +"Are you Gabriel de Espinosa, who has come to Madrigal to set up +as a pastry-cook?" she asked him. + +"To serve your Excellency." + +"Then be welcome, though I am sure that the trade you least +understand is that of a pastry-cook." + +The kneeling man bowed his handsome head, and fetched a deep +sigh. + +"If in the past I had better understood another trade, I should +not now be reduced to following this one." + +She urged him now to rise, hereafter the entertainment between +them was very brief on that first occasion. He departed upon a +promise to come soon again, and the undertaking on her side to +procure for his shop the patronage of the convent. + +Thereafter it became his custom to attend the morning Mass +celebrated by Frey Miguel in the convent chapel--which was open +to the public--and afterwards to seek the friar in the sacristy +and accompany him thence to the convent parlour, where the +Princess waited, usually with one or another of her attendant +nuns. These daily interviews were brief at first, but gradually +they lengthened until they came to consume the hours to dinner- +time, and presently even that did not suffice, and Sebastian must +come again later in the day. + +And as the interviews increased and lengthened, so they grew also +in intimacy between the royal pair, and plans for Sebastian's +future came to be discussed. She urged him to proclaim himself. +His penance had been overlong already for what was really no +fault at all, since it is the heart rather than the deed that +Heaven judges, and his heart had been pure, his intention in +making war upon the Infidel loftily pious. Diffidently he +admitted that it might be so, but both he and Frey Miguel were of +opinion that it would be wiser now to await the death of Philip +II., which, considering his years and infirmities, could not be +long delayed. Out of jealousy for his possessions, King Philip +might oppose Sebastian's claims. + +Meanwhile these daily visits of Espinosa's, and the long hours he +spent in Anne's company gave, as was inevitable, rise to scandal, +within and without the convent. She was a nun professed, +interdicted from seeing any man but her confessor other than +through the parlour grating, and even then not at such length or +with such constancy as this. The intimacy between them--fostered +and furthered by Frey Miguel--had so ripened in a few weeks that +Anne was justified in looking upon him as her saviour from the +living tomb to which she had been condemned, in hoping that he +would restore her to the life and liberty for which she had ever +yearned by taking her to Queen when his time came to claim his +own. What if she was a nun professed? Her profession had been +against her will, preceded by only one year of novitiate, and she +was still within the five probationary years prescribed. +Therefore, in her view, her vows were revocable. + +But this was a matter beyond the general consideration or +knowledge, and so the scandal grew. Within the convent there +was none bold enough, considering Anne's royal rank, to offer +remonstrance or advice, particularly too, considering that her +behaviour had the sanction of Frey Miguel, the convent's +spiritual adviser. But from without, from the Provincial of +the Order of St. Augustine, came at last a letter to Anne, +respectfully stern in tone, to inform her that the numerous +visits she received from a pastry-cook were giving rise to talk, +for which it would be wise to cease to give occasion. That +recommendation scorched her proud, sensitive soul with shame. She +sent her servant Roderos at once to fetch Frey Miguel, and placed +the letter in his hands. + +The friar's dark eyes scanned it and grew troubled. + +"It was to have been feared," he said, and sighed. + +"There is but one remedy, lest worse follow and all be ruined. +Don Sebastian must go." + +"Go?" Fear robbed her of breath. "Go where?" + +"Away from Madrigal--anywhere--and at once; tomorrow at latest." +And then, seeing the look of horror in her face, "What else, what +else?" he added, impatiently. "This meddlesome provincial may be +stirring up trouble already." + +She fought down her emotion. "I . . . I shall see him before he +goes?" she begged. + +"I don't know. It may not be wise. I must consider." He flung +away in deepest perturbation, leaving her with a sense that life +was slipping from her. + +That late September evening, as she sat stricken in her room, +hoping against hope for at least another glimpse of him, Dona +Maria de Grado brought word that Espinosa was even then in the +convent in Frey Miguel's cell. Fearful lest he should be smuggled +thence without her seeing him, And careless of the impropriety of +the hour--it was already eight o'clock and dusk was falling--she +at once dispatched Roderos to the friar, bidding him bring +Espinosa to her in the parlour. + +The friar obeyed, and the lovers--they were no less by now--came +face to face in anguish. + +"My lord, my lord," she cried, casting all prudence to the winds, +"what is decided?" + +"That I leave in the morning," he answered. + +"To go where?" She was distraught. + +"Where?" He shrugged. "To Valladolid at first, and then . . . +where God pleases." + +"And when shall I see you again?" + +"When . . . when God pleases." + +"Oh, I am terrified . . . if I should lose you . . . if I should +never see you more!" She was panting, distraught. + +"Nay, lady, nay," he answered. "I shall come for you when the +time is ripe. I shall return by All Saints, or by Christmas at +the latest, and I shall bring with me one who will avouch me." + +"What need any to avouch you to me?" she protested, on a note of +fierceness. "We belong to each other, you and I. But you are free +to roam the world, and I am caged here and helpless. . ." + +"Ah, but I shall free you soon, and we'll go hence together. +See." He stepped to the table. There was an ink-horn, a box of +pounce, some quills, and a sheaf of paper there. He took up a +quill, and wrote with labour, for princes are notoriously poor +scholars: + +"I, Don Sebastian, by the Grace of God King of Portugal, take to +wife the most serene Dona ulna of Austria, daughter of the most +serene Prince, Don John of Austria, by virtue of the disiensation +which I hold from two pontiffs." + +And he signed it--after the manner of the Kings of Portugal in +all ages--"El Rey"--the King. + +"Will that content you, lady?" he pleaded, handing it to her. + +"How shall this scrawl content me?" + +"It is a bond I shall redeem as soon as Heaven will permit." + +Thereafter she fell to weeping, and he to protesting, until Frey +Miguel urged him to depart, as it grew late. And then she forgot +her own grief, and became all solicitude for him, until naught +would content her but she must empty into his hands her little +store of treasure--a hundred ducats and such jewels as she +possessed, including a gold watch set with diamonds and a ring +bearing a cameo portrait of King Philip, and last of all a +portrait of herself, of the size of a playing-card. + +At last, as ten was striking, he was hurried away. Frey Miguel +had gone on his knees to him, and kissed his hand, what time he +had passionately urged him not to linger; and then Sebastian had +done the same by the Princess both weeping now. At last he was +gone, and on the arm of Dona Maria de Grado the forlorn Anne +staggered back to her cell to weep and pray. + +In the days that followed she moved, pale and listless, oppressed +by her sense of loss and desolation, a desolation which at last +she sought to mitigate by writing to him to Valladolid, whither +he had repaired. Of all those letters only two survive. + +"My king and lord," she wrote in one of these, "alas! How we +suffer by absence! I am so filled with the pain of it that if I +did not seek the relief of writing to your Majesty and thus spend +some moments in communion with you, there would be an end to me. +What I feel to-day is what I feel every day when I recall the +happy moments sodeliciously spent, which are no more. This +privation is for me so severe a punishment of heaven that I +should call it unjust, for without cause I find myself deprived +of the happiness missed by me for so many years and purchased at +the price of suffering and tears. Ah, my lord, how willingly, +nevertheless, would I not suffer all over again the misfortunes +that have crushed me if thus I might spare your Majesty the least +of them. May He who rules the world grant my prayers and set a +term to so great an unhappiness, and to the intolerable torment I +suffer through being deprived of the presence of your Majesty. It +were impossible for long to suffer so much pain and live. + +"I belong to you, my lord; you know it already. The troth I +plighted to you I shall keep in life and in death, for death +itself could not tear it from my soul, and this immortal soul +will harbour it through eternity. . ." + +Thus and much more in the same manner wrote the niece of King +Philip of Spain to Gabriel Espinosa, the pastry-cook, in his +Valladolid retreat. How he filled his days we do not know, +beyond the fact that he moved freely abroad. For it was in the +streets of that town that meddlesome Fate brought him face to +face one day with Gregorio Gonzales, under whom Espinosa had been +a scullion once in the service of the Count of Nyeba. + +Gregorio hailed him, staring round-eyed; for although Espinosa's +garments were not in their first freshness they were far from +being those of a plebeian. + +"In whose service may you be now?" quoth the intrigued Gregorio, +so soon as greetings had passed between them. + +Espinosa shook off his momentary embarrassment, and took the hand +of his sometime comrade. "Times are changed, friend Gregorio. I +am not in anybody's service, rather do I require servants +myself." + +"Why, what is your present situation?" + +Loftily Espinosa put him off. "No matter for that," he answered, +with a dignity that forbade further questions. He gathered his +cloak about him to proceed upon his way. "If there is anything +you wish for I shall be happy, for old times' sake, to oblige +you." + +But Gregorio was by no means disposed to part from him. We do not +readily part from an old friend whom we rediscover in an +unsuspected state of affluence. Espinosa must home with Gregorio. +Gregorio's wife would be charmed to renew his acquaintance, and +to hear from his own lips of his improved and prosperous state. +Gregorio would take no refusal, and in the end Espinosa, yielding +to his insistence, went with him to the sordid quarter where +Gregorio had his dwelling. + +About an unclean table of pine, in a squalid room, sat the +three--Espinosa, Gregorio, and Gregorio's wife; but the latter +displayed none of the signs of satisfaction at Espinosa's +prosperity which Gregorio had promised. Perhaps Espinosa observed +her evil envy, and it may have been to nourish it--which is the +surest way to punish envy--that he made Gregorio a magnificent +offer of employment. + +"Enter my service," said he, "and I will pay you fifty ducats +down and four ducats a month." + +Obviously they were incredulous of his affluence. To convince +them he displayed a gold watch--most rare possession--set with +diamonds, a ring of price, and other costly jewels. The couple +stared now with dazzled eyes. + +"But didn't you tell me when we were in Madrid together that you +had been a pastry-cook at Ocana?" burst from Gregorio. + +Espinosa smiled. "How many kings and princes have been compelled +to conceal themselves under disguises?" he asked oracularly. And +seeing them stricken, he must play upon them further. Nothing, it +seems, was sacred to him--not even the portrait of that lovely, +desolate royal lady in her convent at Madrigal. Forth he plucked +it, and thrust it to them across the stains of wine and oil that +befouled their table. + +"Look at this beautiful lady, the most beautiful in Spain," he +bade them. "A prince could not have a lovelier bride." + +"But she is dressed as a nun," the woman protested. "How, then, +can she marry?" + +"For kings there are no laws," he told her with finality. + +At last he departed, but bidding Gregorio to think of the offer +he had made him. He would come again for the cook's reply, +leaving word meanwhile of where he was lodged. + +They deemed him mad, and were disposed to be derisive. Yet the +woman's disbelief was quickened into malevolence by the jealous +fear that what he had told them of himself might, after all, be +true. Upon that malevolence she acted forthwith, lodging an +information with Don Rodrigo de Santillan, the Alcalde of +Valladolid. + +Very late that night Espinosa was roused from his sleep to find +his room invaded by alguaziles--the police of the Alcalde. He was +arrested and dragged before Don Rodrigo to give an account of +himself and of certain objects of value found in his possession-- +more particularly of a ring, on the cameo of which was carved a +portrait of King Philip. + +"I am Gabriel de Espinosa," he answered firmly, "a pastry-cook of +Madrigal." + +"Then how come you by these jewels?" + +"They were given me by Dona Ana of Austria to sell for her +account. That is the business that has brought me to Valladolid." + +"Is this Dona Ana's portrait?" + +"It is." + +"And this lock of hair? Is that also Dona Ana's? And do you, +then, pretend that these were also given you to sell?" + +"Why else should they be given me?" + +Don Rodrigo wondered. They were useless things to steal, and as +for the lock of hair, where should the fellow find a buyer for +that? The Alcalde conned his man more closely, and noted that +dignity of bearing, that calm assurance which usually is founded +upon birth and worth. He sent him to wait in prison, what time he +went to ransack the fellow's house in Madrigal. + +Don Rodrigo was prompt in acting; yet even so his prisoner +mysteriously found means to send a warning that enabled Frey +Miguel to forestall the Alcalde. Before Don Rodrigo's arrival, +the friar had abstracted from Espinosa's house a box of papers +which he reduced to ashes. Unfortunately Espinosa had been +careless. Four letters not confided to the box were discovered by +the alguaziles. Two of them were from Anne--one of which supplies +the extract I have given; the other two from Frey Miguel himself. + +Those letters startled Don Rodrigo de Santillan. He was a shrewd +reasoner and well-informed. He knew how the justice of Castile +was kept on the alert by the persistent plottings of the +Portuguese Pretender, Don Antonio, sometime Prior of Crato. He +was intimate with the past life of Frey Miguel, knew his self- +sacrificing patriotism and passionate devotion to the cause of +Don Antonio, remembered the firm dignity of his prisoner, and +leapt at a justifiable conclusion. The man in his hands--the man +whom the Princess Anne addressed in such passionate terms by the +title of Majesty--was the Prior of Crato. He conceived that he +had stumbled here upon something grave and dangerous. He ordered +the arrest of Frey Miguel, and then proceeded to visit Dona Ana +at the convent. His methods were crafty, and depended upon the +effect of surprise. He opened the interview by holding up +before her one of the letters he had found, asking her if she +acknowledged it for her own. + +She stared a moment panic-stricken; then snatched it from his +hands, tore it across, and would have torn again, but that he +caught her wrists in a grip of iron to prevent her, with little +regard in that moment for the blood royal in her veins. King +Philip was a stern master, pitiless to blunderers, and Don +Rodrigo knew he never would be forgiven did he suffer that +precious letter to be destroyed. + +Overpowered in body and in spirit, she surrendered the fragments +and confessed the letter her own. + +"What is the real name of this man, who calls himself a pastry- +cook, and to whom you write in such terms as these?" quoth the +magistrate. + +"He is Don Sebastian, King of Portugal." And to that declaration +she added briefly the story of his escape from Alcacer-el-Kebir +and subsequent penitential wanderings. + +Don Rodrigo departed, not knowing what to think or believe, but +convinced that it was time he laid the whole matter before King +Philip. His Catholic Majesty was deeply perturbed. He at once +dispatched Don Juan de Llano, the Apostolic Commissary of the +Holy Office to Madrigal to sift the matter, and ordered that Anne +should be solitarily confined in her cell, and her nuns-in- +waiting and servants placed under arrest. + +Espinosa, for greater security, was sent from Valladolid to the +prison of Medina del Campo. He was taken thither in a coach with +an escort of arquebusiers. + +"Why convey a poor pastry-cook with so much honour?" he asked his +guards, half-mockingly. + +Within the coach he was accompanied by a soldier named Cervatos, +a travelled man, who fell into talk with him, and discovered that +he spoke both French and German fluently. But when Cervatos +addressed him in Portuguese the prisoner seemed confused, and +replied that although he had been in Portugal, he could not speak +the language. + +Thereafter, throughout that winter, examinations of the three +chief prisoners--Espinosa, Frey Miguel, and the Princess Anne-- +succeeded one another with a wearisome monotony of results. The +Apostolic Commissary interrogated the princess and Frey Miguel; +Don Rodrigo conducted the examinations of Espinosa. But nothing +was elicited that took the matter forward or tended to dispel its +mystery. + +The princess replied with a candour that became more and more +tinged with indignation under the persistent and at times +insulting interrogatories. She insisted that the prisoner was Don +Sebastian, and wrote passionate letters to Espinosa, begging him +for her honour's sake to proclaim himself what he really was, +declaring to him that the time had come to cast off all disguise. + +Yet the prisoner, unmoved by these appeals, persisted that he was +Gabriel de Espinosa, a pastry-cook. But the man's bearing, and +the air of mystery cloaking him, seemed in themselves to belie +that asseveration. That he could not be the Prior of Crato, Don +Rodrigo had now assured himself. He fenced skilfully under +exurnination, ever evading the magistrate's practiced point when +it sought to pin him, and he was no less careful to say nothing +that should incriminate either of the other two prisoners. He +denied that he had ever given himself out to be Don Sebastian, +though he admitted that Frey Miguel and the princess had +persuaded themselves that he was that lost prince. + +He pleaded ignorance when asked who were his parents, stating +that he had never known either of them--an answer this which +would have fitted the case of Don Sebastian, who was born after +his father's death, and quitted in early infancy by his mother. + +As for Frey Miguel, he stated boldly under examination the conviction +that Don Sebastian had survived the African expedition, and the +belief that Espinosa might well be the missing monarch. He +protested that he had acted in good faith throughout, and without +any thought of disloyalty to the King of Spain. + +Late one night, after he had been some three months in prison, +Espinosa was roused from sleep by an unexpected visit from the +Alcalde. At once he would have risen and dressed. + +"Nay," said Don Rodrigo, restraining him, "that is not necessary +for what is intended." + +It was a dark phrase which the prisoner, sitting up in bed with +tousled hair, and blinking in the light of the torches, instantly +interpreted into a threat of torture. His face grew white. + +"It is impossible," he protested. "The King cannot have ordered +what you suggest. His Majesty will take into account that I am a +man of honour. He may require my death, but in an honourable +manner, and not upon the rack. And as for its being used to make +me speak, I have nothing to add to what I have said already." + +The stern, dark face of the Alcalde was overspread by a grim +smile. + +"I would have you remark that you fall into contradictions. +Sometimes you pretend to be of humble and lowly origin, and +sometimes a person of honourable degree. To hear you at this +moment one might suppose that to submit you to torture would be +to outrage your dignity. What then . . ." + +Don Rodrigo broke off suddenly to stare, then snatched a torch +from the hand of his alguaziles and held it close to the face of +the prisoner, who cowered now, knowing full well what it was the +Alcalde had detected. In that strong light Don Rodrigo saw that +the prisoner's hair and beard had turned grey at the roots, and +so received the last proof that he had to do with the basest of +impostures. The fellow had been using dyes, the supply of which +had been cut short by his imprisonment. Don Rodrigo departed +well-satisfied with the results of that surprise visit. + +Thereafter Espinosa immediately shaved himself. But it was too +late, and even so, before many weeks were past his hair had faded +to its natural grey, and he presented the appearance of what in +fact he was--a man of sixty, or thereabouts. + +Yet the torture to which he was presently submitted drew nothing from +him that could explain all that yet remained obscure. It was from +Frey Miguel, after a thousand prevarications and tergiversations, +that the full truth--known to himself alone--was extracted by the +rack. + +He confessed that, inspired by the love of country and the ardent +desire to liberate Portugal from the Spanish yoke, he had never +abandoned the hope of achieving this, and of placing Don Antonio, +the Prior of Crato, on the throne of his ancestors. He had +devised a plan, primarily inspired by the ardent nature of the +Princess Anne and her impatience of the conventual life. It was +while casting about for the chief instrument that he fortuitously +met Espinosa in the streets of Madrigal. Espinosa had been a +soldier, and had seen the world. During the war between Spain and +Portugal he had served in the armies of King Philip, had +befriended Frey Miguel when the friar's convent was on the point +of being invaded by soldiery, and had rescued him from the peril +of it. Thus they had become acquainted, and Frey Miguel had had +an instance of the man's resource and courage. Further, he was of +the height of Don Sebastian and of the build to which the king +might have grown in the years that were sped, and he presented +other superficial resemblances to the late king. The colour of +his hair and beard could be corrected; and he might be made to +play the part of the Hidden Prince for whose return Portugal was +waiting so passionately and confidently. There had been other +impostors aforetime, but they had lacked the endowments of +Espinosa, and their origins could be traced without difficulty. +In addition to these natural endowments, Espinosa should be +avouched by Frey Miguel than whom nobody in the world was better +qualified in such a matter--and by the niece of King Philip, to +whom he would be married when he raised his standard. It was +arranged that the three should go to Paris so soon as the +arrangements were complete, where the Pretender would be +accredited by the exiled friends of Don Antonio residing there-- +the Prior of Crato being a party to the plot. From France Frey +Miguel would have worked in Portugal through his agents, and +presently would have gone there himself to stir up a national +movement in favour of a pretender so fully accredited. Thus he +had every hope of restoring Portugal to her independence. Once +this should have been accomplished, Don Antonio would appear in +Lisbon, unmask the impostor, and himself assume the crown of the +kingdom which had been forcibly and definitely wrenched from +Spain. + +That was the crafty plan which the priest had laid with a +singleness of aim and a detachment from minor considerations that +never hesitated to sacrifice the princess, together with the +chief instrument of the intrigue. Was the liberation of a +kingdom, the deliverance of a nation from servitude, the +happiness of a whole people, to weigh in the balance against the +fates of a natural daughter of Don John of Austria and a soldier +of fortune turned pastry-cook? Frey Miguel thought not, and his +plot might well have succeeded but for the base strain in +Espinosa and the man's overweening vanity, which had urged him to +dazzle the Gonzales at Valladolid. That vanity sustained him to +the end, which he suffered in October of 1595, a full year after +his arrest. To the last he avoided admissions that should throw +light upon his obscure identity and origin. + +"If it were known who I am . . ." he would say, and there break +off. + +He was hanged, drawn and quartered, and he endured his fate with +calm fortitude. Frey Miguel suffered in the same way with the +like dignity, after having undergone degradation from his +priestly dignity. + +As for the unfortunate Princess Anne, crushed under a load of +shame and humiliation, she had gone to her punishment in the +previous July. The Apostolic Commissary notified her of the +sentence which King Philip had confirmed. She was to be +transferred to another convent, there to undergo a term of four +years' solitary confinement in her cell, and to fast on bread and +water every Friday. She was pronounced incapable of ever holding +any office, and was to be treated on the expiry of her term as an +ordinary nun, her civil list abolished, her title of Excellency +to be extinguished, together with all other honours and +privileges conferred upon her by King Philip. + +The piteous letters of supplication that she addressed to the +King, her uncle, still exist. But they left the cold, implacable +Philip of Spain unmoved. Her only sin was that, yielding to the +hunger of her starved heart, and chafingunder the ascetic life +imposed upon her, she had allowed herself to be fascinated by the +prospect of becoming the protectress of one whom she believed to +be an unfortunate and romantic prince, and of exchanging her +convent for a throne. + +Her punishment--poor soul--endured for close upon forty years, +but the most terrible part of it was not that which lay within +the prescription of King Philip, but that which arose from her +own broken and humiliated spirit. She had been uplifted a moment +by a glorious hope, to be cast down again into the blackest +despair, to which a shame unspeakable and a tortured pride were +added. + +Than hers, as I have said, there is in history no sadder story. + + + + + +V. THE END OF THE "VERT GALANT" + +The Assassination of Henry IV + + + +In the year 1609 died the last Duke of Cleves, and King Henry IV. +of France and Navarre fell in love with Charlotte de Montmorency. + +In their conjunction these two events were to influence the +destinies of Europe. In themselves they were trivial enough, +since it was as much a commonplace that an old gentleman should +die as that Henry of Bearn should fall in love. Love had been the +main relaxation of his otherwise strenuous life, and neither the +advancing years--he was fifty-six at this date--nor the +recriminations of Maria de' Medici, his long-suffering Florentine +wife, sufficed to curb his zest. + +Possibly there may have been a husband more unfaithful than King +Henry; probably there was not. His gallantries were outrageous, +his taste in women catholic, and his illegitimate progeny +outnumbered that of his grandson, the English sultan Charles II. +He differs, however, from the latter in that he was not quite as +Oriental in the manner of his self-indulgence. Charles, by +comparison, was a mere dullard who turned Whitehall into a +seraglio. Henry preferred the romantic manner, the high +adventure, and knew how to be gallant in two senses. + +This gallantry of his is not, perhaps, seen to best advantage in +the affair of Charlotte de Montmorency To begin with he was, as I +have said, in his fifty-sixth year, an age at which it is +difficult, without being ridiculous, to unbridle a passion for a +girl of twenty. Unfortunately for him, Charlotte does not appear +to have found him so. On the contrary, her lovely, empty head was +so turned by the flattery of his addresses, that she came to +reciprocate the passion she inspired. + +Her family had proposed to marry her to the gay and witty Marshal +de Bassompierre; and although his heart was not at all engaged, +the marshal found the match extremely suitable, and was willing +enough, until the King declared himself. Henry used the most +impudent frankness. + +"Bassompierre, I will speak to you as a friend," said he. "I am in +love, and desperately in love, with Mademoiselle de Montmorency. +If you should marry her I should hate you. If she should love me +you would hate me. A breach of our friendship would desolate me, +for I love you with sincere affection." + +That was enough for Bassompierre. He had no mind to go further +with a marriage of convenience which in the sequel would most +probably give him to choose between assuming the ridiculous role +of a complacent husband and being involved in a feud with his +prince. He said as much, and thanked the King for his frankness, +whereupon Henry, liking him more than ever for his good sense, +further opened his mind to him. + +"I am thinking of marrying her to my nephew, Conde. Thus I shall +have her in my family to be the comfort of my old age, which is +coming on. Conde, who thinks of nothing but hunting, shall have a +hundred thousand livres a year with which to amuse himself." + +Bassompierre understood perfectly the kind of bargain that was in +Henry's mind. As for the Prince de Conde, he appears to have been +less acute, no doubt because his vision was dazzled by the +prospect of a hundred thousand livres a year. So desperately poor +was he that for half that sum he would have taken Lucifer's own +daughter to wife, without stopping to consider the disadvantages +it might entail. + +The marriage was quietly celebrated at Chantilly in February of +1609. Trouble followed fast. Not only did Conde perceive at last +precisely what was expected of him, and indignantly rebel against +it, but the Queen, too, was carefully instructed in the matter by +Concino Concini and his wife Leonora Galigai, the ambitious +adventurers who had come from Florence in her train, and who saw +in the King's weakness their own opportunity. + +The scandal that ensued was appalling. Never before had the +relations between Henry and his queen been strained so nearly to +breaking-point. And then, whilst the trouble of Henry's own +making was growing about him until it threatened to overwhelm +him, he received a letter from Vaucelas, his ambassador at +Madrid, containing revelations that changed his annoyance into +stark apprehension. + +When the last Duke of Cleves died a few months before, "leaving +all the world his heirs"--to use Henry's own phrase--the Emperor +had stepped in, and over-riding the rights of certain German +princes had bestowed the fief upon his own nephew, the Archduke +Leopold. Now this was an arrangement that did not suit Henry's +policy at all, and being then--as the result of a wise husbanding +of resources--the most powerful prince in Europe, Henry was not +likely to submit tamely to arrangements that did not suit him. +His instructions to Vaucelas were to keep open the difference +between France and the House of Austria arising out of this +matter of Cleves. All Europe knew that Henry desired to marry the +Dauphin to the heiress of Lorraine, so that this State might one +day be united with France; and it was partly to support this +claim that he was now disposed to attach the German princes to +his interests. + +Yet what Vaucelas told him in that letter was that certain agents +at the court of Spain, chief among whom was the Florentine +ambassador, acting upon instructions from certain members of the +household of the Queen of France, and from others whom Vaucelas +said he dared not mention, were intriguing to blast Henry's +designs against the house of Austria, and to bring him willy- +nilly into a union with Spain. These agents had gone so far in +their utter disregard of Henry's own intentions as to propose to +the Council of Madrid that the alliance should be cemented by a +marriage between the Dauphin and the Infanta. + +That letter sent Henry early one morning hot-foot to the Arsenal, +where Sully, his Minister of State, had his residence. Maximilien +de Bethune, Duke of Sully, was not merely the King's servant, he +was his closest friend, the very keeper of his soul; and the King +leaned upon him and sought his guidance not only in State affairs, +but in the most intimate and domestic matters. Often already had +it fallen to Sully to patch up the differences created between +husband and wife by Henry's persistent infidelities. + +The King, arriving like the whirlwind, turned everybody out of +the closet in which the duke--but newly risen--received him in +bed-gown and night-cap. Alone with his minister, Henry came +abruptly to the matter. + +"You have heard what is being said of me?" he burst out. He stood +with his back to the window, a sturdy, erect, soldierly figure, a +little above the middle height, dressed like a captain of fortune +in jerkin and long boots of grey leather, and a grey hat with a +wine-coloured ostrich plume. His countenance matched his raiment. +Keeneyed, broad of brow, with a high-bridged, pendulous nose, red +lips, a tuft of beard and a pair of grizzled, bristling +moustachios, he looked half-hero, half-satyr; half-Captain, half- +Polichinelle. + +Sully, tall and broad, the incarnation of respectability and +dignity, despite bed-gown and slippers and the nightcap covering +his high, bald crown, made no presence of misunderstanding him. + +"Of you and the Princesse de Conde, you mean, sire?" quoth he, +and gravely he shook his head. "It is a matter that has filled me +with apprehension, for I foresee from it far greater trouble than +from any former attachment of yours." + +"So they have convinced you, too, Grand-Master?" Henry's tone was +almost sorrowful. "Yet I swear that all is greatly exaggerated. +It is the work of that dog Concini. Ventre St. Gris! If he has no +respect for me, at least he might consider how he slanders a +child of such grace and wit and beauty, a lady of her high birth +and noble lineage." + +There was a dangerous quiver of emotion in his voice that was not +missed by the keen ears of Sully. Henry moved from the window, +and flung into a chair. + +"Concini works to enrage the Queen against me, and to drive her +to take violent resolutions which might give colour to their +pernicious designs." + +"Sire!" It was a cry of protest from Sully. + +Henry laughed grimly at his minister's incredulity, and plucked +forth the letter from Vaucelas. + +"Read that." + +Sully read, and, aghast at what the letter told him, ejaculated: +"They must be mad!" + +"Oh, no," said the King. "They are not mad. They are most wickedly +sane, which is why their designs fill me with apprehension. What +do you infer, Grand-Master, from such deliberate plots against +resolutions from which they know that nothing can turn me while +I have life?" + +"What can I infer?" quoth Sully, aghast. + +"In acting thus--in daring to act thus," the King expounded, +"they proceed as if they knew that I can have but a short time to +live." + +"Sire!" + +"What else? They plan events which cannot take place until I am +dead." + +Sully stared at his master for a long moment, in stupefied +silence, his loyal Huguenot soul refusing to discount by flattery +the truth that he perceived. + +"Sire," he said at last, bowing his fine head, "you must take +your measures." + +"Ay, but against whom? Who are these that Vaucelas says he dare +not name? Can you suggest another than . . ." He paused, +shrinking in horror from completing the utterance of his thought. +Then, with an abrupt gesture, he went on, ". . . than the Queen +herself?" + +Sully quietly placed the letter on the table, and sat down. He +took his chin in his hand and looked squarely across at Henry. + +"Sire, you have brought this upon yourself. You have exasperated +her Majesty; you have driven her in despair to seek and act upon +the councils of this scoundrel Concini. There never was an +attachment of yours that did not beget trouble with the Queen, +but never such trouble as I have been foreseeing from your +attachment to the Princess of Conde. Sire, will you not consider +where you stand?" + +"They are lies, I tell you," Henry stormed. But Sully the +uncompromising gravely shook his head. "At least," Henry amended, +"they are gross exaggerations. Oh, I confess to you, my friend, +that I am sick with love of her. Day and night I see nothing but +her gracious image. I sigh and fret and fume like any callow lad +of twenty. I suffer the tortures of the damned. And yet . . . and +yet, I swear to you, Sully, that I will curb this passion though +it kill me. I will stifle these fires, though they consume my +soul to ashes. No harm shall come to her from me. No harm has +come yet. I swear it. These stories that are put about are the +inventions of Concini to set my wife against me. Do you know how +far he and his wife have dared to go? They have persuaded the +Queen to eat nothing that is not prepared in the kitchen they +have set up for her in their own apartments. What can you +conclude from that but that they suggest that I desire to poison +her?" + +"Why suffer it, sire?" quoth Sully gravely. "Send the pair +packing back to Florence, and so be rid of them." + +Henry rose in agitation. "I have a mind to. Ventre St. Gris! I +have a mind to. Yes, it is the only thing. You can manage it, +Sully. Disabuse her mind of her Suspicions regarding the Princess +of Conde; make my peace with her; convince her of my sincerity, +of my firm intention to have done with gallantry, so that she on +her side will make me the sacrifice of banishing the Concinis. +You will do this, my friend?" + +It was no less than Sully had been expecting from past +experience, and the task was one in which he was by now well- +practiced; but the situation had never before been quite so +difficult. He rose. + +"Why, surely, sire," said he. "But her Majesty on her side may +require something more to reconcile her to the sacrifice. She may +reopen the question of her coronation so long and--in her view-- +so unreasonably postponed." + +Henry's face grew overcast, his brows knit. "I have always had an +instinct against it, as you know, Grand Master," said he, "and +this instinct is strengthened by what that letter has taught me. +If she will dare so much, having so little real power, what might +she not do if . . ." He broke off, and fell to musing. "If she +demands it we must yield, I suppose," he said at length. "But +give her to understand that if I discover any more of her designs +with Spain I shall be provoked to the last degree against her. +And as an antidote to these machinations at Madrid you may +publish my intention to uphold the claims of the German Princes +in the matter of Cleves, and let all the world know that we are +arming to that end." + +He may have thought--as was long afterwards alleged--that the +threat itself should be sufficient, for there was at that time no +power in Europe that could have stood against his armies in the +field. + +On that they parted, with a final injunction from Sully that +Henry should see the Princesse de Conde no more. + +"I swear to you, Grand Master, that I will use restraint and +respect the sacred tie I formed between my nephew and Charlotte +solely so that I might impose silence upon my own passion." + +And the good Sully writes in comment upon this: "I should have +relied absolutely upon these assurances had I not known how easy +it is for a heart tender and passionate as was his to deceive +itself"--which is the most amiable conceivable way of saying that +he attached not the slightest faith to the King's promise. + +Nevertheless he went about the task of making the peace between +the royal couple with all the skill and tact that experience had +taught him; and he might have driven a good bargain on his +master's behalf but for his master's own weakness in supporting +him. Maria de' Medici would not hear of the banishment of the +Concinis, to whom she was so deeply attached. She insisted with +perfect justice that she was a bitterly injured woman, and +refused to entertain any idea of reconciliation save with the +condition that arrangements for her coronation as Queen of +France--which was no more than her due--should be made at once, +and that the King should give an undertaking not to make himself +ridiculous any longer by his pursuit of the Princess of Conde. Of +the matters contained in the letter of Vaucelas she denied all +knowledge, nor would suffer any further inquisition. + +From Henry's point of view this was anything but satisfactory. +But he yielded. Conscience made a coward of him. He had wronged +her so much in one way that he must make some compensating +concessions to her in another. This weakness was part of his +mental attitude towards her, which swung constantly between +confidence and diffidence, esteem and indifference, affection and +coldness; at times he inclined to put her from him entirely; at +others he opined that no one on his Council was more capable of +the administration of affairs. Even in the indignation aroused +by the proof he held of her disloyalty, he was too just not to +admit the provocation he had given her. So he submitted to a +reconciliation on her own terms, and pledged himself to renounce +Charlotte. We have no right to assume from the sequel that he was +not sincere in the intention. + +By the following May events proved the accuracy of Sully's +judgment. The court was at Fontainebleau when the last bulwark of +Henry's prudence was battered down by the vanity of that lovely +fool, Charlotte, who must be encouraging her royal lover to +resume his flattering homage. But both appear to have reckoned +without the lady's husband. + +Henry presented Charlotte with jewels to the value of eighteen +thousand livres, purchased from Messier, the jeweller of the Pont +au Change; and you conceive what the charitable ladies of the +Court had to say about it. At the first hint of scandal Monsieur +de Conde put himself into a fine heat, and said things which +pained and annoyed the King exceedingly. Henry had amassed a +considerable and varied experience of jealous husbands in his +time; but he had never met one quite so intolerable as this +nephew of his. He complained of it in a letter to Sully. + +"My friend,--Monsieur the Prince is here, but he acts like a man +possessed. You will be angry and ashamed at the things he says of +me. I shall end by losing all patience with him. In the meanwhile +I am obliged to taut to him with severity." + +More severe than any talk was Henry's instruction to Sully to +withhold payment of the last quarter of the prince's allowance, +and to give refusals to his creditors and purveyors. Thus he +intended also, no doubt, to make it clear to Conde that he did +not receive a pension of a hundred thousand livres a year for +nothing. + +"If this does not keep him in bounds," Henry concluded, "we must +think of some other method, for he says the most injurious things +of me." + +So little did it keep the prince in bounds--as Henry understood +the phrase--that he immediately packed his belongings, and +carried his wife off to his country house. It was quite in vain +that Henry wrote to him representing that this conduct was +dishonouring to them both, and that the only place for a prince +of the blood was the court of his sovereign. + +The end of it all was that the reckless and romantic Henry took +to night-prowling about the grounds of Conde's chateau. In the +disguise of a peasant you see his Majesty of France and Navarre, +whose will was law in Europe, shivering behind damp hedges, +ankle-deep in wet grass, spending long hours in love-lore, +ecstatic contemplation of her lighted window, and all--so far as +we can gather--for no other result than the aggravation of +certain rheumatic troubles which should have reminded him that he +was no longer of an age to pursue these amorous pernoctations. + +But where his stiffening joints failed, the Queen succeeded. +Henry had been spied upon, of course, as he always was when he +strayed from the path of matrimonial rectitude. The Concinis saw +to that. And when they judged the season ripe, they put her +Majesty in possession of the facts. So inflamed was she by this +fresh breach of trust that war was declared anew between the +royal couple, and the best that Sully's wit and labours could now +accomplish was a sort of armed truce. + +And then at last in the following November the Prince de Conde +took the desperate resolve of quitting France with his wife, +without troubling--as was his duty--to obtain the King's consent. +On the last night of that month, as Henry was at cards in the +Louvre, the Chevalier du Guet brought him the news of the +prince's flight. + +"I never in my life," says Bassompierre, who was present, "saw a +man so distracted or in so violent a passion." + +He flung down his cards, and rose, sending his chair crashing +over behind him. "I am undone!" was his cry. "Undone! This madman +has carried off his wife--perhaps to kill her." White and +shaking, he turned to Bassompierre. "Take care of my money," he +bade him, "and go on with the game." + +He lurched out of the room, and dispatched a messenger to the +Arsenal to fetch M. de Sully. Sully obeyed the summons and came +at once, but in an extremely bad temper, for it was late at +night, and he was overburdened with work. + +He found the King in the Queen's chamber, walking backward and +forward, his head sunk upon his breast, his hands clenched behind +him. The Queen, a squarely-built, square-faced woman, sat apart, +attended by a few of her ladies and one or two gentlemen of her +train. Her countenance was set and inscrutable, and her brooding +eyes were fixed upon the King. + +"Ha, Grand Master!" was Henry's greeting, his voice harsh and +strained. "What do you say to this? What is to be done now?" + +"Nothing at all, sire," says Sully, as calm as his master was +excited. + +"Nothing! What sort of advice is that?" + +"The best advice that you can follow, sire. This affair should be +talked of as little as possible, nor should it appear to be of +any consequence to you, or capable of giving you the least +uneasiness." + +The Queen cleared her throat huskily. "Good advice, Monsieur le +Duc," she approved him. "He will be wise to follow it." Her voice +strained, almost threatening. "But in this matter I doubt wisdom +and he have long since become strangers." + +That put him in a passion, and in a passion he left her to do the +maddest thing he had ever done. In the garb of a courier, and +with a patch over one eye to complete his disguise, he set out in +pursuit of the fugitives. He had learnt that they had taken the +road to Landrecy, which was enough for him. Stage by stage he +followed them in that flight to Flanders, picking up the trail as +he went, and never pausing until he had reached the frontier +without overtaking them. + +It was all most romantic, and the lady, when she learnt of it, +shed tears of mingled joy and rage, and wrote him impassioned +letters in which she addressed him as her knight, and implored +him, as he loved her, to come and deliver her from the detestable +tyrant who held her in thrall. Those perfervid appeals completed +his undoing, drove him mad, and blinded him to everything--even +to the fact that his wife, too, was shedding tears, and that +these were of rage undiluted by any more tender emotion. + +He began by sending Praslin to require the Archduke to order the +Prince of Conde to leave his dominions. And when the Archduke +declined with dignity to be guilty of any such breach of the law +of nations, Henry dispatched Cccuvres secretly to Brussels to +carry off thence the princess. But Maria de' Medici was on the +alert, anti frustrated the design by sending a warning of what +was intended to the Marquis Spinola, as a result of which the +Prince de Conde and his wife were housed for greater security in +the Archduke's own palace. + +Checkmated at all points, yet goaded further by the letters which +he continued to receive from that most foolish of princesses, +Henry took the wild decision that to obtain her he would invade +the Low Countries as the first step in the execution of that +design of a war with Spain which hitherto had been little more +than a presence. The matter of the Duchy of Cleves was a pretext +ready to his hand. To obtain the woman he desired he would set +Europe in a blaze. + +He took that monstrous resolve at the very beginning of the +new year, and in the months that followed France rang with +preparations. It rang, too, with other things which should have +given him pause. It rang with the voice of preachers giving +expression to the popular vied; that Cleves was not worth +fighting for, that the war was unrighteous--a war undertaken by +Catholic France to defend Protestant interests against the very +champions of Catholicism in Europe. And soon it began to ring, +tool with prophecies of the King's approaching end. + +These prognostics rained upon him from every quarter. Thomassin, +and the astrologer La Brosse, warned him of a message from the +stars that May would be fraught with danger for him. From Rome-- +from the very pope himself Came notice of a conspiracy against +him in which he was told that the very highest in the land +were engaged. From Embrun, Bayonne, and Douai came messages of +like purport, and early in May a note was found one morning on +the altar of the church of Montargis announcing the King's +approaching death. + +But that is to anticipate. Meanwhile, Henry had pursued his +preparations undeterred by either warnings or prognostications. +There had been so many conspiracies against his life already that +he was become careless and indifferent in such matters. Yet +surely there never had been one that was so abundantly heralded +from every quarter, or ever one that was hatched under conditions +so propitious as those which he had himself created now. In his +soul he was not at ease, and the source of his uneasiness was the +coronation of the Queen, for which the preparations were now +going forward. + +He must have known that if danger of assassination threatened him +from any quarter it was most to be feared from those whose +influence with the Queen was almost such as to give them a +control over her--the Concinis and their unavowed but obvious +ally the Duke of Epernon. If he were dead, and the Queen so left +that she could be made absolute regent during the Dauphin's +minority, it was those adventurers who would become through her +the true rulers of France, and so enrich themselves and gratify +to the full their covetous ambitions. He saw clearly that his +safety lay in opposing this coronation--already fixed for the +13th May--which Maria de' Medici was so insistent should take +place before his departure for the wars. The matter so preyed +upon his mind that last he unburdened himself to Sully one day at +the Arsenal. + +"Oh, my friend," he cried, "this coronation does not please me. +My heart tells me that some fatality will follow." + +He sat down, grasping the case of his reading-glass, whilst Sully +could only stare at him amazed by this out-burst. Thus he remained +awhile in deep thought. Then he started up again. + +"Pardieu!" he cried. "I shall be murdered in this city. It is +their only resource. I see it plainly. This cursed coronation +will be the cause of my death." + +"What a thought, sir!" + +"You think that I have been reading the almanach or paying heed +to the prophets, eh? But listen to me now, Grand Master." And +wrinkles deepened about the bold, piercing eyes. "It is four +months and more since we announced our intention of going to war, +and France has resounded with our preparations. We have made no +secret of it. Yet in Spain not a finger has been lifted in +preparation to resist us, not a sword has been sharpened. Upon +what does Spain build? Whence her confidence that in despite of +my firm resolve and my abundant preparations, despite the fact +announced that I am to march on the lath of this month, despite +the fact that my troops are already in Champagne with a train of +artillery so complete and well-furnished that France has never +seen the like of it, and perhaps never will again--whence the +confidence that despite all this there is no need to prepare +defences? Upon what do they build, I say, when they assume, as +assume they must, that there will be no war? Resolve me that, +Grand Master." + +But Sully, overwhelmed, could only gasp and ejaculate. + +"You had not thought of it, eh? Yet it is clear enough Spain +builds on my death. And who are the friends of Spain here in +France? Who was it intrigued with Spain in such a way and to +such ends as in my lifetime could never have been carried to an +issue? Ha! You see." + +"I cannot, sire. It is too horrible. It is impossible!" cried +that loyal, honest gentleman. "And yet if you are convinced of +it, you should break off this coronation, your journey, and your +war. If you wish it so, it is not difficult to satisfy you." + +"Ay, that is it." He came to his feet, and gripped the duke's +shoulder in his strong, nervous hand. "Break off this coronation, +and never let me hear of it again. That will suffice. Thus I can +rid my mind of apprehensions, and leave Paris with nothing to +fear." + +"Very well. I will send at once to Notre Dame and to St. Denis, +to stop the preparations and dismiss the workmen." + +"Ah, wait." The eyes that for a moment had sparkled with new +hope, grew dull again; the lines of care descended between the +brows. "Oh, what to decide! What to decide! It is what I wish, my +friend. But how will my wife take it?" + +"Let her take it as she will. I cannot believe that she will +continue obstinate when she knows what apprehensions you have of +disaster." + +"Perhaps not, perhaps not," he answered. But his tone was not +sanguine. "Try to persuade her, Sully. Without her consent I +cannot do this thing. But you will know how to persuade her. Go +to her." + +Sully suspended the preparations for the coronation, and sought +the Queen. For three days, he tells us, he used prayers, entreaties, +and arguments with which to endeavour to move her. But all was +labour lost. Maria de' Medici was not to be moved. To all Sully's +arguments she opposed an argument that was unanswerable. + +Unless she were crowned Queen of France, as was her absolute +right, she would be a person of no account and subject to the +Council of Regency during the King's absence, a position unworthy +and intolerable to her, the mother of the Dauphin. + +And so it was Henry's part to yield. His hands were tied by the +wrongs that he had done, and the culminating wrong that he was +doing her by this very war, as he had himself openly acknowledged. +He had chanced one day to ask the Papal Nuncio what Rome thought +of this war. + +"Those who have the best information," the Nuncio answered +boldly, "are of opinion that the principal object of the war is +the Princess of Conde, whom your Majesty wishes to bring back to +France." + +Angered by this priestly insolence, Henry's answer had been an +impudently defiant acknowledgment of the truth of that allegation. + +"Yes, by God!" he cried. "Yes--most certainly I want to have her +back, and I will have her back; no one shall hinder me, not even +God's viceregent on earth." + +Having uttered those words, which he knew to have been carried to +the Queen, and to have wounded her perhaps more deeply than +anything that had yet happened in this affair, his conscience +left him, despite his fears, powerless now to thwart her even to +the extent of removing those pernicious familiars of hers of +whose plottings he had all but positive evidence. + +And so the coronation was at last performed with proper pomp and +magnificence at St. Denis on Thursday, the 13th May. It had been +concerted that the festivities should last four days and conclude +on the Sunday with the Queen's public entry into Paris. On the +Monday the King was to set out to take command of his armies, +which were already marching upon the frontiers. + +Thus Henry proposed, but the Queen--convinced by his own +admission of the real aim and object of the war, and driven by +outraged pride to hate the man who offered her this crowning +insult, and determined that at all costs it must be thwarted--had +lent an ear to Concini's purpose to avenge her, and was ready to +repay infidelity with infidelity. Concini and his fellow- +conspirators had gone to work so confidently that a week before +the coronation a courier had appeared in Liege, announcing that +he was going with news of Henry's assassination to the Princes of +Germany, whilst at the same time accounts of the King's death +were being published in France and Italy. + +Meanwhile, whatever inward misgivings Henry may have entertained, +outwardly at least he appeared serene and good-humoured at his +wife's coronation, gaily greeting her at the end of the ceremony +by the title of "Madam Regent." + +The little incident may have touched her, arousing her conscience. +For that night she disturbed his slumbers by sudden screams, and +when he sprang up in solicitous alarm she falteringly told him +of a dream in which she had seen him slain, and fell to imploring +him with a tenderness such as had been utterly foreign to her of +late to take great care of himself in the days to come. In the +morning she renewed those entreaties, beseeching him not to leave +the Louvre that day, urging that she had a premonition it would +be fatal to him. + +He laughed for answer. "You have heard of the predictions of La +Brosse," said he. "Bah! You should not attach credit to such +nonsense." + +Anon came the Duke of Vendome, his natural son by the Marquise de +Verneuil, with a like warning and a like entreaty, only to +receive a like answer. + +Being dull and indisposed as a consequence of last night's broken +rest, Henry lay down after dinner. But finding sleep denied him, +he rose, pensive and gloomy, and wandered aimlessly down, and out +into the courtyard. There an exempt of the guard, of whom he +casually asked the time, observing the King's pallor and +listlessness, took the liberty of suggesting that his Majesty +might benefit if he took the air. + +That chance remark decided Henry's fate. His eyes quickened +responsively. "You advise well," said he. "Order my coach. I will +go to the Arsenal to see the Duc de Sully, who is indisposed." + +On the stones beyond the gates, where lackeys were wont to await +their masters, sat a lean fellow of some thirty years of age, in +a dingy, clerkly attire, so repulsively evil of countenance that +he had once been arrested on no better grounds than because it +was deemed impossible that a man with such a face could be other +than a villain. + +Whilst the coach was being got ready, Henry re-entered the +Louvre, and startled the Queen by announcing his intention. With +fearful insistence she besought him to countermand the order, and +not to leave the palace. + +"I will but go there and back," he said, laughing at her fears. +"I shall have returned before you realize that I have gone." And +so he went, never to return alive. + +He sat at the back of the coach, and the weather being fine all +the curtains were drawn up so that he might view the decorations +of the city against the Queen's public entry on Sunday. The Duc +d'Epernon was on his right, the Duc de Montbazon and the Marquis +de la Force on his left. Lavordin and Roquelaure were in the +right boot, whilst near the left boot, opposite to Henry, sat +Mirebeau and du Plessis Liancourt. He was attended only by a +small number of gentlemen on horseback, and some footmen. + +The coach turned from the Rue St. Honore into the narrow Rue de +la Ferronerie, and there was brought to a halt by a block +occasioned by the meeting of two carts, one laden with hay, the +other with wine. The footmen went ahead with the exception of +two. Of these, one advanced to clear a way for the royal vehicle, +whilst the other took the opportunity to fasten his garter. + +At that moment, gliding like a shadow between the coach and the +shops, came that shabby, hideous fellow who had been sitting on +the stones outside the Louvre an hour ago. Raising himself by +deliberately standing upon one of the spokes of the stationary +wheel, he leaned over the Duc d'Epernon, and, whipping a long, +stout knife from his sleeve, stabbed Henry in the breast. The +King, who was in the act of reading a letter, cried out, and +threw up his arms in an instinctive warding movement, thereby +exposing his heart. The assassin stabbed again, and this time the +blade went deep. + +With a little gasping cough, Henry sank together, and blood +gushed from his mouth. + +The predictions were fulfilled; the tale borne by the courier +riding through Liege a week ago was made true, as were the +stories of his death already at that very hour circulating in +Antwerp, Malines, Brussels, and elsewhere. + +The murderer aimed yet a third blow, but this at last was parried +by Epernon, whereupon the fellow stepped back from the coach, and +stood there, making no attempt to escape, or even to rid himself +of the incriminating knife. St. Michel, one of the King's +gentlemen-in-waiting, who had followed the coach, whipped out his +sword and would have slain him on the spot had he not been +restrained by Epernon. The footmen seized the fellow, and +delivered him over to the captain of the guard. He proved to be a +school-master of Angouleme--which was Epernon's country. His name +was Ravaillac. + +The curtains of the coach were drawn, the vehicle was put about, +and driven back to the Louvre, whilst to avoid all disturbance it +was announced to the people that the King was merely wounded. + +But St. Michel went on to the Arsenal, taking with him the knife +that had stabbed his master, to bear the sinister tidings to +Henry's loyal and devoted friend. Sully knew enough to gauge +exactly whence the blow had proceeded. With anger and grief in +his heart he got to horse, ill as he was, and, calling together +his people, set out presently for the Louvre, with a train one +hundred strong, which was presently increased to twice that +number by many of the King's faithful servants who joined his +company as he advanced. In the Rue de la Pourpointicre a man in +passing slipped a note into his hand. + +It was a brief scrawl: "Monsieur, where are ye going? It is done. +I have seen him dead. If you enter the Louvre you will not escape +any more than he did." + +Nearing St. Innocent, the warning was repeated, this time by a +gentleman named du Jon, who stopped to mutter: + +"Monsieur le Duc, our evil is without remedy. Look to yourself, +for this strange blow will have fearful consequences." + +Again in the Rue St. Honore another note was thrown him, whose +contents were akin to those of the first. Yet with misgivings +mounting swiftly to certainty, Sully rode amain towards the +Louvre, his train by now amounting to some three hundred horse. +But at the end of the street he was stopped by M. de Vitry, who +drew rein as they met. + +"Ah, monsieur," Vitry greeted him, "where are you going with such +a following? They will never suffer you to enter the Louvre with +more than two or three attendants, which I would not advise you +to do. For this plot does not end here. I have seen some persons +so little sensible of the loss they have sustained that they +cannot even simulate the grief they should feel. Go back, +monsieur. There is enough for you to do without going to the +Louvre." + +Persuaded by Vitry's solemnity, and by what he knew in his heart, +Sully faced about and set out to retrace his steps. But presently +he was overtaken by a messenger from the Queen, begging him to +come at once to her at the Louvre, and to bring as few persons as +possible with him. "This proposal," he writes, "to go alone and +deliver myself into the hands of my enemies, who filled the +Louvre, was not calculated to allay my suspicions." + +Moreover he received word at that moment that an exempt of the +guards and a force of soldiers were already at the gates of the +Arsenal, that others had been sent to the Temple, where the +powder was stored, and others again to the treasurer of the +Exchequer to stop all the money there. + +"Convey to the Queen my duty and service," he bade the messenger, +"and assure her that until she acquaints me with her orders I +shall continue assiduously to attend the affairs of my office." +And with that he went to shut himself up in the Bastille, whither +he was presently followed by a stream of her Majesty's envoys, +all bidding him to the Louvre. But Sully, ill as he was, and now +utterly prostrated by all that he had endured, put himself to bed +and made of his indisposition a sufficient excuse. + +Yet on the morrow he allowed himself to be persuaded to obey her +summons, receiving certain assurances that he had no ground for +any apprehensions. Moreover, he may by now have felt a certain +security in the esteem in which the Parisians held him. An +attempt against him in the Louvre itself would prove that the +blow that had killed his master was not the independent act of a +fanatic, as it was being represented; and vengeance would follow +swiftly upon the heads of those who would thus betray themselves +of having made of that poor wretch's fanaticism an instrument to +their evil ends. + +In that assurance he went, and he has left on record the burning +indignation aroused in him at the signs of satisfaction, +complacency, and even mirth that he discovered in that house of +death. The Queen herself, however, overwrought by the events, and +perhaps conscience-stricken by the tragedy which in the eleventh +hour she had sought to avert, burst into tears at sight of Sully, +and brought in the Dauphin, who flung himself upon the Duke's +neck. + +"My son," the Queen addressed him, "this is Monsieur de Sully. +You must love him well, for he was one of the best and most +faithful servants of the King your father, and I entreat him to +continue to serve you in the same manner." + +Words so fair might have convinced a man less astute that all his +suspicions were unworthy. But, even then, the sequel would very +quickly have undeceived him. For very soon thereafter his fall +was brought about by the Concinis and their creatures, so that no +obstacle should remain between themselves and the full gratification +of their fell ambitions. + +At once he saw the whole policy of the dead King subversed; he +saw the renouncing of all ancient alliances, and the union of the +crowns of France and Spain; the repealing of all acts of +pacification; the destruction of the Protestants; the dissipation +of the treasures amassed by Henry; the disgrace of those who +would not receive the yoke of the new favourites. All this Sully +witnessed in his declining years, and he witnessed, too, the +rapid rise to the greatest power and dignity in the State of that +Florentine adventurer, Concino Concini--now bearing the title of +Marshal d'Ancre--who had so cunningly known how to profit by a +Queen's jealousy and a King's indiscretions. + +As for the miserable Ravaillac, it is pretended that he +maintained under torture and to the very hour of his death that +he had no accomplices, that what he had done he had done to +prevent an unrighteous war against Catholicism and the Pope-- +which was, no doubt, the falsehood with which those who used him +played upon his fanaticism and whetted him to their service. I +say "pretended" because, after all, complete records of his +examinations are not discoverable, and there is a story that when +at the point of death, seeing himself abandoned by those in whom +perhaps he had trusted, he signified a desire to confess, and did +so confess; but the notary Voisin, who took his depositions in +articulo mortis, set them down in a hand so slovenly as to be +afterwards undecipherable. + +That may or may not be true. But the statement that when the +President du Harlay sought to pursue inquiries into certain +allegations by a woman named d'Escoman, which incriminated the +Duc d'Epernon, he received a royal order to desist, rests upon +sound authority. + + * * * * * * + +That is the story of the assassination of Henry IV. re-told in +the light of certain records which appear to me to have been +insufficiently studied. They should suggest a train of speculation +leading to inferences which, whilst obvious, I hesitate to define +absolutely. + +"If it be asked," says Perefixe, "who were the friends that +suggested to Ravaillac so damnable a design, history replies that +it is ignorant and that upon an action of Such consequences it is +not permissible to give suspicions and conjectures for certain +truths. The judges themselves who interrogated him dared not open +their mouths, and never mentioned the matter but with gestures of +horror and amazement." + + + + + +VI. THE BARREN WOOING + +The Murder of Amy Robsart + + + +There had been a banquet, followed by a masque, and this again by +a dance in which the young queen had paired off with Lord Robert +Dudley, who in repute was the handsomest man in Europe, just as +in fact he was the vainest, shallowest, and most unscrupulous. +There had been homage and flattery lavishly expressed, and there +was a hint of masked hostility from certain quarters to spice the +adventure, and to thrill her bold young spirit. Never yet in all +the months of her reign since her coronation in January of last +year had she felt so much a queen, and so conscious of the power +of her high estate; never so much a woman, and so conscious of +the weakness of her sex. The interaction of those conflicting +senses wrought upon her like a heady wine. She leaned more +heavily upon the silken arm of her handsome Master of the Horse, +and careless in her intoxication of what might be thought or +said, she--who by the intimate favour shown him had already +loosed the tongue of Scandal and set it chattering in every court +in Europe--drew him forth from that thronged and glittering +chamber of the Palace of Whitehall into the outer solitude and +friendly gloom. + +And he, nothing loth to obey the suasion of that white hand upon +his arm, exultant, indeed, to parade before them all the power he +had with her, went willingly enough. Let Norfolk and Sussex +scowl, let Arundel bite his lip until it bled, and sober Cecil +stare cold disapproval. They should mend their countenances soon, +and weigh their words or be for ever silenced, when he was master +in England. And that he would soon be master he was assured to- +night by every glance of her blue eyes, by the pressure of that +fair hand upon his arm, by the languishing abandonment with which +that warm young body swayed towards him, as they passed out from +the blaze of lights and the strains of music into the gloom and +silence of the gallery leading to the terrace. + +"Out--let us go out, Robin. Let me have air," she almost panted, +as she drew him on. + +Assuredly he would be master soon. Indeed, he might have been +master already but for that wife of his, that stumbling-block to +his ambition, who practiced the housewifely virtues at Cumnor +Place, and clung so tenaciously and so inconsiderately to life in +spite of all his plans to relieve her of the burden of it. + +For a year and more his name had been coupled with the Queen's in +a tale that hurt her honour as a woman and imperilled her dignity +as a sovereign. Already in October of 1559 Alvarez de Quadra, the +Spanish ambassador, had written home: "I have learnt certain +things as to the terms on which the Queen and Lord Robert stand +towards each other which I could not have believed." + +That was at a time when de Quadra was one of a dozen ambassadors +who were competing for her hand, and Lord Robert had, himself, +appeared to be an ally of de Quadra and an advocate of the +Spanish marriage with the Archduke Charles. But it was a presence +which nowise deceived the astute Spaniard, who employed a legion +of spies to keep him well informed. + +"All the dallying with us," he wrote, "all the dallying with the +Swede, all the dallying there will be with the rest, one after +another, is merely to keep Lord Robert's enemies in play until +his villainy about his wife can be executed." + +What that particular villainy was, the ambassador had already +stated earlier in his letter. "I have learnt from a person who +usually gives me true information that Lor d Robert has sent to +have his wife poisoned." + +What had actually happened was that Sir Richard Verney--a trusted +retainer of Lord Robert's--had reported to Dr. Bayley, of New +College, Oxford, that Lady Robert Dudley was "sad and ailing," +and had asked him for a potion. But the doctor was learned in +more matters than physic. He had caught an echo of the tale of +Lord Robert's ambition; he had heard a whisper that whatever +suitors might come from overseas for Elizabeth, she would marry +none but "my lord"--as Lord Robert was now commonly styled. More, +he had aforetime heard rumours of the indispositions of Lady +Robert, yet had never found those rumours verified by the fact. +Some months ago, it had been reported that her ladyship was +suffering from cancer of the breast and likely soon to die of it. +Yet Dr. Bayley had reason to know that a healthier woman did not +live in Berkshire. + +The good doctor was a capable deductive reasoner, and the +conclusion to which he came was that if they poisoned her under +cover of his potion--she standing in no need of physic--he might +afterwards be hanged as a cover for their crime. So he refused to +prescribe as he was invited, nor troubled to make a secret of +invitation and refusal. + +For awhile, then, Lord Robert had prudently held his hand; +moreover, the urgency there had been a year ago, when that host +of foreign suitors laid siege to Elizabeth of England, had +passed, and his lordship could afford to wait. But now of a +sudden the urgency was returned. Under the pressure brought to +bear upon her to choose a husband, Elizabeth had half-committed +herself to marry the Archduke Charles, promising the Spanish +ambassador a definite answer within a few days. + +Lord Robert had felt the earth to be quaking under him; he had +seen the ruin of his high ambitions; he had watched with rage the +expanding mockery upon the countenances of Norfolk, Sussex, and +those others who hated and despised him; and he had cursed that +wife of his who knew not when to die. But for that obstinacy with +which she clung to life he had been the Queen's husband these +many months, so making an end to suspense and to the danger that +lies in delay. + +To-night the wantonness with which the Queen flaunted before the +eyes of all her court the predilection in which she held him, +came not merely to lull his recent doubts and fears, to feed his +egregious vanity, and to assure him that in her heart he need +fear no rival; it came also to set his soul Quiver impotent rage. +He had but to put forth his hands to possess himself of this +splendid prize. Yet those hands of his were bound while that +woman lived at Cumnor. Conceive his feelings as they stole away +together like any pair of lovers. + +Arm in arm they came by a stone gallery, where a stalwart scarlet +sentinel, a yeoman of the guard, with a Tudor rose embroidered in +gold upon his back, stood under a lamp set in the wall, with +grounded pike and body stiffly erect. + +The tall young Queen was in crimson satin with cunningly-wrought +silver embroideries, trimmed with tufted silver fringe, her +stomacher stiff with silver bullion studded with gold rosettes +and Roman pearls, her bodice cut low to display her splendid +neck, decked by a carcanet of pearls and rubies, and surmounted +by a fan-like cuff of guipure, high behind and sloping towards +the bust. Thus she appeared to the sentinel as the rays of the +single lamp behind him struck fire from her red-gold hair. As if +by her very gait to express the wantonness of her mood, she +pointed her toes and walked with head thrown back, smiling up +into the gipsy face of her companion, who was arrayed from head +to foot in shimmering ivory satin, with an elegance no man in +England could have matched. + +They came by that stone gallery to a little terrace above the +Privy Steps. A crescent moon hung low over the Lambeth marshes +across the river. From a barge that floated gay with lights in +mid-stream came a tinkle of lutes, and the sweet voice of a +singing boy. A moment the lovers stood at gaze, entranced by the +beauty of the soft, tepid September night, so subtly adapted to +their mood. Then she fetched a sigh, and hung more heavily upon +his arm, leaned nearer to his tall, vigorous, graceful figure. + +"Robin, Robin!" was all she said, but in her voice throbbed a +world of passionate longing, an exquisite blend of delight and +pain. + +Judging the season ripe, his arm flashed round her, and drew her +fiercely close. For a moment she was content to yield, her head +against his stalwart shoulder, a very woman nestling to the mate +of her choice, surrendering to her master. Then the queen in her +awoke and strangled nature. Roughly she disengaged herself from +his arm, and stood away, her breathing quickened. + + +"God's Death, Robin!" There was a harsh note in the voice that +lately had cooed so softly. "You are strangely free, I think." + +But he, impudence incarnate, nothing abashed, accustomed to her +gusty moods, to her alternations between the two natures she had +inherited--from overbearing father and wanton mother--was +determined at all costs to take the fullest advantage of the +hour, to make an end of suspense. + +"I am not free, but enslaved--by love and worship of you. Would +you deny me; Would you?" + +"Not I, but fate," she answered heavily, and he knew that the +woman at Cumnor was in her mind. + +"Fate will soon mend the wrong that fate has done--very soon +now." He took her hand, and, melted again from her dignity, she +let it lie in his. "When that is done, sweet, then will I claim +you for my own." + +"When that is done, Robin?" she questioned almost fearfully, as +if a sudden dread suspicion broke upon her mind. "When what is +done?" + +He paused a moment to choose his words, what time she stared +intently into the face that gleamed white in the surrounding +gloom. + +"When that poor ailing spirit is at rest." And he added: "It will +be soon." + +"Thou hast said the same aforetime, Robin. Yet it has not so +fallen out." + +"She has clung to life beyond what could have been believed of +her condition," he explained, unconscious of any sinister +ambiguity. "But the end, I know, is very near--a matter but of +days." + +"Of days!" she shivered, and moved forward to the edge of the +terrace, he keeping step beside her. Then she stood awhile in +silence, looking down at the dark oily surge of water. "You loved +her once, Robin?" she asked, in a queer, unnatural voice. + +"I never loved but once," answered that perfect courtier. + +"Yet you married her--men say it was a love marriage. It was a +marriage, anyway, and you can speak so calmly of her death?" Her +tone was brooding. She sought understanding that should silence +her own lingering doubt of him. + +"Where lies the blame? Who made me what I am?" Again his bold arm +encompassed her. Side by side they peered down through the gloom +at the rushing waters, and he seized an image from them. "Our +love is like that seething tide," he said. "To resist it is to +labour in agony awhile, and then to perish." + +"And to yield is to be swept away." + +"To happiness," he cried, and reverted to his earlier prayer. +"Say that when . . . that afterwards, I may claim you for my own. +Be true to yourself, obey the voice of instinct, and so win to +happiness." + +She looked up at him, seeking to scan the handsome face in that +dim light that baffled her, and he observed the tumultuous heave +of her white breast. + +"Can I trust thee, Robin? Can I trust thee? Answer me true!" she +implored him, adorably weak, entirely woman now. + +"What does your own heart answer you?" quoth he, loaning close +above her. + +"I think I can, Robin. And, anyway, I must. I cannot help myself. +I am but a woman, after all," she murmured, and sighed. "Be it as +thou wilt. Come to me again when thou art free." + +He bent lower, murmuring incoherently, and she put up a hand to +pat his swarthy bearded cheek. + +"I shall make thee greater than any man in England, so thou make +me happier than any woman." + +He caught the hand in his and kissed it passionately, his soul +singing a triumph song within him. Norfolk and Sussex and those +other scowling ones should soon be whistled to the master's heel. + +As they turned arm in arm into the gallery to retrace their +steps, they came suddenly face to face with a slim, sleek +gentleman, who bowed profoundly, a smile upon h is crafty, +shaven, priestly face. In a smooth voice and an accent markedly +foreign, he explained that he, too, sought the cool of the +terrace, not thinking to intrude; and upon that, bowing again, he +passed on and effaced himself. It was Alvarez de Quadra, Bishop +of Aquila, the argus-eyed ambassador of Spain. + +The young face of the Queen hardened. + +"I would I were as well served abroad as the King of Spain is +here," she said aloud, that the retreating ambassador might hear +the dubious compliment; and for my lord's ear alone she added +under her breath: "The spy! Philip of Spain will hear of this." + +"So that he hears something more, what shall it signify?" quoth +my lord, and laughed. + +They paced the length of the gallery in silence, past the yeoman +of the guard, who kept his watch, and into the first antechamber. +Perhaps it was that meeting with de Quadra and my lord's answer +to her comment that prompted what now she asked: "What is it ails +her, Robin?" + +"A wasting sickness," he answered, never doubting to whom the +question alluded. + +"You said, I think, that . . . that the end is very near." + +He caught her meaning instantly. "Indeed, if she is not dead +already, she is very nearly so." + +He lied, for never had Amy Dudley been in better health. And yet +he spoke the truth, for in so much as her life depended upon his +will, it was as good as spent. This was, he knew, a decisive +moment of his career. The hour was big with fate. If now he were +weak or hesitant, the chance might slip away and be for ever lost +to him. Elizabeth's moods were as uncertain as were certain the +hostile activities of my lord's enemies. He must strike quickly +whilst she was in her present frame of mind, and bring her to +wedlock, be it in public or in private. But first he must shake +off the paralysing encumbrance of that house-wife down at Cumnor. + +I believe--from evidence that I account abundant--that he +considered it with the cold remorselessness of the monstrous +egotist he was. An upstart, great-grandson to a carpenter, noble +only in two descents, and in both of them stained by the block, +he found a queen--the victim of a physical passion that took no +account of the worthlessness underlying his splendid exterior-- +reaching out a hand to raise him to a throne. Being what he was, +he weighed his young wife's life at naught in the evil scales of +his ambition. And yet he had loved her once, more truly perhaps +than he could now pretend to love the Queen. + +It was some ten years since, as a lad of eighteen, he had taken +Sir John Robsart's nineteen-year-old daughter to wife. She had +brought him considerable wealth and still more devotion. Because +of this devotion she was content to spend her days at Cumnor, +whilst he ruffled it at court; content to take such crumbs of +attention as he could spare her upon occasion. And during the +past year, whilst he had been plotting her death, she had been +diligently caring for his interests and fostering the prosperity +of the Berkshire estate. If he thought of this at all, he allowed +no weakly sentiment to turn him from his purpose. There was too +much at stake for that--a throne, no less. + +And so, on the morning after that half-surrender of Elizabeth's, +we find my lord closeted with his henchman, Sir Richard Verney. +Sir Richard--like his master--was a greedy, unscrupulous, +ambitious scoundrel, prepared to go to any lengths for the sake +of such worldly advancement as it lay in my lord's power to give +him. My lord perforce used perfect frankness with this perfect +servant. + +"Thou'lt rise or fall with me, Dick," quoth he. "Help me up, +then, and so mount with me. When I am King, as soon now I shall +be, look to me. Now to the thing that is to do. Thou'lt have +guessed it." + +To Sir Richard it was an easy guess, considering how much already +he had been about this business. He signified as much. + +My lord shifted in his elbow-chair, and drew his embroidered +bedgown of yellow satin closer about his shapely limbs. + +"Hast failed me twice before, Richard," said he. "God's death, +man, fail me not again, or the last chance may go the way of the +others. There's a magic in the number three. See that I profit by +it, or I am undone, and thou with me." + +"I'd not have failed before, but for that suspicious dotard +Bayley," grumbled Verney. "Your lordship bade me see that all was +covered." + +"Aye, aye. And I bid thee so again. On thy life, leave no +footprints by which we may be tracked. Bayley is not the only +physician in Oxford. About it, then, and swiftly. Time is the +very soul of fortune in this business, with the Spaniard +straining at the leash, and Cecil and the rest pleading his case +with her. Succeed, and thy fortune's made; fail, and trouble not +to seek me again." + +Sir Richard bowed, and took his leave. As he reached the door, +his lordship stayed him. "If thou bungle, do not look to me. The +court goes to Windsor to-morrow. Bring me word there within the +week." He rose, magnificently tall and stately, in his bedgown of +embroidered yellow satin, his handsome head thrown back, and went +after his retainer. "Thou'lt not fail me, Dick," said he, a hand +upon the lesser scoundrel's shoulder. "There is much at issue for +me, and for thee with me." + +"I will not fail you, my lord," Sir Richard rashly promised, and +on that they parted. + +Sir Richard did not mean to fail. He knew the importance of +succeeding, and he appreciated the urgency of the business as +much as did my lord himself. But between his cold, remorseless +will to succeed and success itself there lay a gulf which it +needed all his resource to bridge. He paid a short visit to Lady +Robert at Cumnor, and professed deepest concern to find in her a +pallor and an ailing air which no one else had yet observed. He +expressed himself on the subject to Mrs. Buttelar and the other +members of her ladyship's household, reproaching them with their +lack of care of their mistress. Mrs. Buttelar became indignant +under his reproaches. + +"Nay, now, Sir Richard, do you wonder that my lady is sad and +downcast with such tales as are going of my lord's doings at +court, and of what there is 'twixt the Queen and him? Her +ladyship may be too proud to complain, but she suffers the more +for that, poor lamb. There was talk of a divorce awhile ago that +got to her ears." + +"Old wives' tales," snorted Sir Richard. + +"Likely," agreed Mrs. Buttelar. "Yet when my lord neither comes +to Cumnor, nor requires her ladyship to go to him, what is she to +think, poor soul?" + +Sir Richard made light of all, and went off to Oxford to find a +physician more accommodating than Dr. Bayley. But Dr. Bayley had +talked too much, and it was in vain that Sir Richard pleaded with +each of the two physicians he sought that her ladyship was +ailing--"sad and heavy"--and that he must have a potion for her. + +Each in turn shook his head. They had no medicine for sorrow, was +their discreet answer. From his description of her condition, +said each, it was plain that her ladyship's sickness was of the +mind, and, considering the tales that were afloat, neither was +surprised. + +Sir Richard went back to his Oxford lodging with the feeling of a +man checkmated. For two whole days of that precious time he lay +there considering what to do. He thought of going to seek a +physician in Abingdon. But fearing no better success in that +quarter, fearing, indeed, that in view of the rumours abroad he +would merely be multiplying what my lord called "footprints," he +decided to take some other way to his master's ends. He was a +resourceful, inventive scoundrel, and soon he had devised a plan. + +On Friday he wrote from Oxford to Lady Robert, stating that he +had a communication for her on the subject of his lordship as +secret as it was urgent. That he desired to come to her at Cumnor +again, but dared not do so openly. He would come if she would +contrive that her servants should be absent, and he exhorted her +to let no one of them know that he was coming, else he might be +ruined, out of his desire to serve her. + +That letter he dispatched by the hand of his servant Nunweek, +desiring him to bring an answer. It was a communication that had +upon her ladyship's troubled mind precisely the effect that the +rascal conceived. There was about Sir Richard's personality +nothing that could suggest the villain. He was a smiling, blue- +eyed, florid gentleman, of a kindly manner that led folk to trust +him. And on the occasion of his late visit to Cumnor he had +displayed such tender solicitude that her ladyship--starved of +affection as she was--had been deeply touched. + +His letter so cunningly couched filled her with vague alarm and +with anxiety. She had heard so many and such afflicting rumours, +and had received in my lord's cruel neglect of her such +circumstantial confirmation of them, that she fastened avidly +upon what she deemed the chance of learning at last the truth. +Sir Richard Verney had my lord's confidence, and was much about +the court in his attendance upon my lord. He would know the +truth, and what could this letter mean but that he was disposed +to tell it. + +So she sent him back a line in answer, bidding him come on Sunday +afternoon. She would contrive to be alone in the house, so that +he need not fear being seen by any. + +As she promised, so she performed, and on the Sunday packed off +her household to the fair that was being held at Abingdon that +day, using insistence with the reluctant, and particularly with +one of her women, a Mrs. Oddingsell, who expressed herself +strongly against leaving her ladyship alone in that lonely house. +At length, however, the last of them was got off, and my lady was +left impatiently to await her secret visitor. It was late +afternoon when he arrived, accompanied by Nunweek, whom he left +to hold the horses under the chestnuts in the avenue. Himself he +reached the house across the garden, where the blighting hand of +autumn was already at work. + +Within the porch he found her waiting, fretted by her impatience. + +"It is very good in you to have come, Sir Richard," was her +gracious greeting. + +"I am your ladyship's devoted servant," was his sufficient +answer, and he doffed his plumed bonnet, and bowed 1ow before +her. "We shall be private in your bower above stairs," he added. + +"Why, we are private anywhere. I am all alone, as you desired." + +"That is very wise--most wise," said he. "Will your ladyship lead +the way?" + +So they went up that steep, spiral staircase, which had loomed so +prominently in the plans the ingenious scoundrel had evolved. +Across the gallery on the first floor they entered a little room +whose windows overlooked the garden. This was her bower--an +intimate cosy room, reflecting on every hand the gentle, +industrious personality of the owner. On an oak table near the +window were spread some papers and account-books concerned with +the estate--with which she had sought to beguile the time of +waiting. She led the way towards this, and, sinking into the +high-backed chair that stood before it, she looked up at him +expectantly. She was pale, there were dark stains under her eyes, +and wistful lines had crept into the sweet face of that neglected +wife. + +Contemplating his poor victim now, Sir Richard may have compared +her with the woman by whom my lord desired so impatiently to +supplant her. She was tall and beautifully shaped, despite an +almost maidenly slenderness. Her countenance was gentle and +adorable, with its soft grey eyes and light brown hair, and +tender, wistful mouth. + +It was not difficult to believe that Lord Robert had as ardently +desired her to wife five years ago as he now desired to be rid of +her. Then he obeyed the insistent spur of passion; now he obeyed +the remorseless spur of ambition. In reality, then as now, his +beacon-light was love of self. + +Seeing her so frail and trusting, trembling in her anxious +impatience to hear the news of her lord which he had promised +her, Sir Richard may have felt some pang of pity. But, like my +lord, he was of those whose love of self suffers the rivalry of +no weak emotion. + +"Your news, Sir Richard," she besought him, her dove-like glance +upon his florid face--less florid now than was its wont. + +He leaned against the table, his back to the window. "Why, it is +briefly this," said he. "My lord . . ." And then he checked, and +fell into a listening attitude. + +"What was that? Did you hear anything, my lady?" + +"No. What is it?" Her face betrayed alarm, her anxiety mounting +under so much mystery. + +"Sh! Stay you here," he enjoined. "If we are spied upon . . ." He +left the sentence there. Already he was moving quickly, +stealthily, towards the door. He paused before opening it. "Stay +where you are, my lady," he enjoined again, so gravely that she +could have no thought of disobeying him. "I will return at once." + +He stepped out, closed the door, and crossed to the stairs. There +he stopped. From his pouch he had drawn a fine length of +whipcord, attached at one end to a tiny bodkin of needle +sharpness. That bodkin he drove into the edge of one of the +panels of the wainscot, in line with the topmost step; drawing +the cord taut at a height of a foot or so above this step, he +made fast its other end to the newel-post at the stair-head. He +had so rehearsed the thing in his mind that the performance of it +occupied but a few seconds. Such dim light of that autumn +afternoon as reached the spot would leave that fine cord +invisible. + +Sir Richard went back to her ladyship. She had not moved in his +absence, so brief as scarcely to have left her time in which to +resolve upon disobeying his injunction. + +"We move in secret like conspirators," said he, "and so we are +easily affrighted.. I should have known it could be none but my +lord himself . . . here?" + +"My lord!" she interrupted, coming excitedly to her feet. "Lord +Robert?" + +"To be sure, my lady. It was he had need to visit you in secret-- +for did the Queen have knowledge of his coming here, it would +mean the Tower for him. You cannot think what, out of love for +you, his lordship suffers. The Queen . . I, + +"But do you say that he is here, man", her voice shrilled up in +excitement. + +"He is below, my lady. Such is his peril that he dared not set +foot in Cumnor until he was certain beyond doubt that you are +here alone." + +"He is below!" she cried, and a flush dyed her pale cheeks, a +light of gladness quickened her sad eyes. Already she had +gathered from his cunning words a new and comforting explanation +of the things reported to her. "He is below!" she repeated. "Oh!" +She turned from him, and in an instant was speeding towards the +door. + +He stood rooted there, his nether lip between his teeth, his face +a ghastly white, whilst she ran on. + +"My lord! Robin! Robin!" he heard her calling, as she crossed the +corridor. Then came a piercing scream that echoed through the +silent house; a pause; a crashing thud below; and--silence. + +Sir Richard remained by the table, immovable. Blood was trickling +down his chin. He had sunk his teeth through his lip when that +scream rang out. A long moment thus, as if entranced, awe- +stricken. Then he braced himself, and went forward, reeling at +first like a drunken man. But by the time he had reached the +stairs he was master of himself again. Swiftly, for all his +trembling fingers, he unfastened the cord's end from the newel- +post. The wrench upon it had already pulled the bodkin from the +wainscot. He went down that abrupt spiral staircase at a moderate +pace, mechanically coiling the length of whip-cord, and bestowing +it with the bodkin in his pouch again, and all the while his eyes +were fixed upon the grey bundle that lay so still at the stairs' +foot. + +He came to it at last, and, pausing, looked more closely. He was +thankful that there was not the need to touch it. The position of +the brown-haired head was such as to leave no doubt of the +complete success of his design. Her neck was broken. Lord Robert +Dudley was free to marry the Queen. + +Deliberately Sir Richard stepped over the huddled body of that +poor victim of a knave's ambition, crossed the hall, and passed +out, closing the door. An excellent day's work, thought he, most +excellently accomplished. The servants, returning from Abingdon +Fair on that Sunday evening, would find her there. They would +publish the fact that in their absence her ladyship had fallen +downstairs and broken her neck, and that was the end of the +matter. + + * * * * * * + +But that was not the end at all. Fate, the ironic interloper, had +taken a hand in this evil game. + +The court had moved a few days earlier to Windsor, and thither on +the Friday--the 6th of September--came Alvarez de Quadra to seek +the definite answer which the Queen had promised him on the +subject of the Spanish marriage. What he had seen that night at +Whitehall, coupled with his mistrust of her promises and +experience of her fickleness, had rendered him uneasy. Either she +was trifling with him, or else she was behaving in a manner +utterly unbecoming the future wife of the Archduke. In either +case some explanation was necessary. De Quadra must know where he +stood. Having failed to obtain an audience before the court left +London, he had followed it to Windsor, cursing all women and +contemplating the advantages of the Salic law. + +He found at Windsor an atmosphere of constraint, and it was not +until the morrow that he obtained an audience with the Queen. +Even then this was due to chance rather than to design on the +part of Elizabeth. For they met on the terrace as she was +returning from hunting. She dismissed those about her, including +the stalwart Robert Dudley, and, alone with de Quadra, invited +him to speak. + +"Madame," he said, "I am writing to my master, and I desire to +know whether your Majesty would wish me to add anything to what +you have announced already as your intention regarding the +Archduke." + +She knit her brows. The wily Spaniard fenced so closely that +there was no alternative but to come to grips. + +"Why, sir," she answered dryly, "you may tell his Majesty that I +have come to an absolute decision, which is that I will not marry +the Archduke." + +The colour mounted to the Spaniard's sallow cheeks. Iron self- +control alone saved him from uttering unpardonable words. Even so +he spoke sternly: + +"This, madame, is not what you had led me to believe when last we +talked upon the subject." + +At another time Elizabeth might have turned upon him and rent him +for that speech. But it happened that she was in high good-humour +that afternoon, and disposed to indulgence. She laughed, +surveying herself in the small steel mirror that dangled from her +waist. + +"You are ungallant to remind me, my lord," said she. "My sex, you +may have heard, is privileged to change of mind." + +"Then, madame, I pray that you may change it yet again." His tone +was bitter. + +"Your prayer will not be heard. This time I am resolved." + +De Quadra bowed. "The King, my master, will not be pleased, I +fear." + +She looked him straightly in the face, her dark eyes kindling. + +"God's death!" said she, "I marry to please myself, and not the +King your master." + +"You are resolved on marriage then?" flashed he. + +"And it please you," she mocked him archly, her mood of +joyousness already conquering her momentary indignation. + +"What pleases you must please me also, madame," he answered, in a +tone so cold that it belied his words. "That it please you, is +reason enough why you should marry . . . Whom did your Majesty +say?" + +"Nay. I named no names. Yet one so astute might hazard a shrewd +guess." Half-challenging, half-coy, she eyed him over her fan. + +"A guess? Nay, madame. I might affront your Majesty." + +"How so?" + +"If I were deluded by appearances. If I named a subject who +signally enjoys your royal favour." + +"You mean Lord Robert Dudley." She paled a little, and her +bosom's heave was quickened. "Why should the guess affront me?" + +"Because a queen--a wise queen, madame--does not mate with a +subject--particularly with one who has a wife already." + +He had stung her. He had wounded at once the pride of the woman +and the dignity of the queen, yet in a way that made it difficult +for her to take direct offense. She bit her lip and mastered her +surge of anger. Then she laughed, a thought sneeringly. + +"Why, as to my Lord Robert's wife, it seems you are less well- +informed than usual, sir. Lady Robert Dudley is dead, or very +nearly so." + +And as blank amazement overspread his face, she passed upon her +way and left him. + +But anon, considering, she grew vaguely uneasy, and that very +night expressed her afflicting doubt to my lord, reporting to him +de Quadra's words. His lordship, who was mentally near-sighted, +laughed. + +"He'll change his tone before long," said he. + +She set her hands upon his shoulders, and looked up adoringly +into his handsome gipsy face. Never had he known her so fond as +in these last days since her surrender to him that night upon the +terrace at Whitehall, never had she been more the woman and less +the queen in her bearing towards him. + +"You are sure, Robin? You are quite sure?" she pleaded. + +He drew her close, she yielding herself to his embrace. "With so +much at stake could I be less than sure, sweet?" said he, and so +convinced her--the more easily since he afforded her the +conviction she desired. + +That was on the night of Saturday, and early on Monday came the +news which justified him of his assurances. It was brought him to +Windsor by one of Amy's Cumnor servants, a fellow named Bowes, +who, with the others, had been away at Abingdon Fair yesterday +afternoon, and had returned to find his mistress dead at the +stairs' foot--the result of an accident, as all believed. + +It was not quite the news that my lord had been expecting. It +staggered him a little that an accident so very opportune should +have come to resolve his difficulties, obviating the need for +recourse to those more dangerous measures with which he had +charged Sir Richard Verney. He perceived how suspicion might now +fall upon himself, how his enemies would direct it, and on the +instant made provision. There and then he seized a pen, and wrote +to his kinsman, Sir Thomas Blount, who even then was on his way +to Cumnor. He stated in the letter what he had learnt from Bowes, +bade Blount engage the coroner to make the strictest investigation, +and send for Amy's natural brother, Appleyard. "Have no respect +to any living person," was the final injunction of that letter +which he sent Blount by the hand of Bowes. + +And, then, before he could carry to the Queen the news of this +accident which had broken his matrimonial shackles, Sir Richard +Verney arrived with the true account. He had expected praise and +thanks from his master. Instead, he met first dismay, and then +anger and fierce reproaches. + +"My lord, this is unjust," the faithful retainer protested. +"Knowing the urgency, I took the only way--contrived the +accident." + +"Pray God," said Dudley, "that the jury find it to have been an +accident; for if the truth should come to be discovered, I leave +you to the consequences. I warned you of that before you engaged +in this. Look for no help from me." + +"I look for none," said Sir Richard, stung to hot contempt by the +meanness and cowardice so characteristic of the miserable egotist +he served. "Nor will there be the need, for I have left no +footprints. + +"I hope that may be so, for I tell you, man, that I have ordered +a strict inquiry, bidding them have no respect to any living +person, and to that I shall adhere." + +"And if, in spite of that, I am not hanged?" quoth Sir Richard, a +sneer upon his white face. + +"Come to me again when the affair is closed, and we will talk of +it." + +Sir Richard went out, rage and disgust in his heart, leaving my +lord with rage and fear in his. + +Grown calmer now, my lord dressed himself with care and sought +the Queen to tell her of the accident that had removed the +obstacle to their marriage. And that same night her Majesty +coldly informed de Quadra that Lady Robert Dudley had fallen down +a flight of stairs and broken her neck. + +The Spaniard received the information with a countenance that was +inscrutable. + +"Your Majesty's gift of prophecy is not so widely known as it +deserves to be," was his cryptic comment. + +She stared at him blankly a moment. Then a sudden uneasy memory +awakened by his words, she drew him forward to a window embrasure +apart from those who had stood about her, and for greater +security addressed him, as he tells us, in Italian. + +"I do not think I understand you, sir. Will you be plain with +me?" She stood erect and stiff, and frowned upon him after the +manner of her bullying father. But de Quadra held the trumps, and +was not easily intimidated. + +"About the prophecy?" said he. "Why, did not your Majesty +foretell the poor lady's death a full day before it came to pass? +Did you not say that she was already dead, or nearly so?" + +He saw her blench; saw fear stare from those dark eyes that could +be so very bold. Then her ever-ready anger followed swiftly. + +"'Sblood, man! What do you imply?" she cried, and went on without +waiting for his answer. "The poor woman was sick and ill, and +must soon have succumbed; it will no doubt be found that the +accident which anticipated nature was due to her condition." + +Gently he shook his head, relishing her discomfiture, taking +satisfaction in torturing her who had flouted him and his master, +in punishing her whom he had every reason to believe guilty. + +"Your Majesty, I fear, has been ill-informed on that score. The +poor lady was in excellent health--and like to have lived for +many years--at least, so I gather from Sir William Cecil, whose +information is usually exact." + +She clutched his arm. "You told him what I had said?" + +"It was indiscreet, perhaps. Yet, how was I to know . . . ?" He +left his sentence there. "I but expressed my chagrin at your +decision on the score of the Archduke--hardly a wise decision, if +I may be so bold," he added slyly. + +She caught the suggestion of a bargain, and became instantly +suspicious, + +"You transcend the duties of your office, my lord," she rebuked +him, and turned away. + +But soon that night she was closeted with Dudley, and closely +questioning him about the affair. My lord was mightily vehement. + +"I take Heaven to be my witness," quoth he, when she all but +taxed him with having procured his lady's death, "that I am +innocent of any part in it. My injunctions to Blount, who has +gone to Cumnor, are that the matter be sifted without respect to +any person, and if it can be shown that this is other than the +accident I deem it, the murderer shall hang." + +She flung her arms about his neck, and laid her head on his +shoulder. "Oh, Robin, Robin, I am full of fears," she wailed, and +was nearer to tears than he had ever seen her. + +But, anon, as the days passed their fears diminished, and finally +the jury at Cumnor--delayed in their finding, and spurred by my +lord to exhaustive inquiries--returned a verdict of "found dead," +which in all the circumstances left his lordship--who was known, +moreover, to have been at Windsor when his lady died--fully +acquitted. Both he and the Queen took courage from that finding, +and made no secret of it now that they would very soon be wed. + +But there were many whom that finding did not convince, who read +my lord too well, and would never suffer him to reap the fruits +of his evil deed. Prominent among these were Arundel--who himself +had aimed at the Queen's hand--Norfolk and Pembroke, and behind +them was a great mass of the people. Indignation against Lord +Robert was blazing out, fanned by such screaming preachers as +Lever, who, from the London pulpits, denounced the projected +marriage, hinting darkly at the truth of Amy Dudley's death. + +What was hinted at home was openly expressed abroad, and in Paris +Mary Stuart ventured a cruel witticism that Elizabeth was to +conserve in her memory: "The Queen of England," she said, "is +about to marry her horse-keeper, who has killed his wife to make +a place for her." + +Yet Elizabeth persisted in her intent to marry Dudley, until the +sober Cecil conveyed to her towards the end of that month of +September some notion of the rebellion that was smouldering. + +She flared out at him, of course. But he stood his ground. + +"There is," he reminded her, "this unfortunate matter of a +prophecy, as the Bishop of Aquila persists in calling it." + +"God's Body! Is the rogue blabbing?" + +"What else did your Majesty expect from a man smarting under a +sense of injury? He has published it broadcast that on the day +before Lady Robert broke her neck, you told him that she was dead +or nearly so. And he argues from it a guilty foreknowledge on +your Majesty's part of what was planned." + +"A guilty foreknowledge!" She almost choked in rage, and then +fell to swearing as furiously in that moment as old King Harry at +his worst. + +"Madame!" he cried, shaken by her vehemence. "I but report the +phrase he uses. It is not mine." + +"Do you believe it?" + +"I do not, madame. If I did I should not be here at present." + +"Does any subject of mine believe it?" + +"They suspend their judgment. They wait to learn the truth from +the sequel." + +"You mean?" + +"That if your motive prove to be such as de Quadra and others +allege, they will be in danger of believing." + +"Be plain, man, in God's name. What exactly is alleged?" + +He obeyed her very fully. + +"That my lord contrived the killing of his wife so that he might +have liberty to marry your Majesty, and that your Majesty was +privy to the deed." He spoke out boldly, and hurried on before +she could let loose her wrath. "It is still in your power, +madame, to save your honour, which is now in peril. But there is +only one way in which you can accomplish it. If you put from you +all thought of marrying Lord Robert, England will believe that de +Quadra and those others lied. If you persist and carry out your +intention, you proclaim the truth of his report; and you see what +must inevitably follow." + +She saw indeed, and, seeing, was afraid. + +Within a few hours of that interview she delivered her answer to +Cecil, which was that she had no intention of marrying Dudley. + +Because of her fear she saved her honour by sacrificing her +heart, by renouncing marriage with the only man she could have +taken for her mate of all who had wooed her. Yet the wound of +that renunciation was slow to heal. She trifled with the notion +of other marriages, but ever and anon, in her despair, perhaps, +we see her turning longing eyes towards the handsome Lord Robert, +later made Earl of Leicester. Once, indeed, some six years after +Amy's death, there was again some talk of her marrying him, which +was quickly quelled by a reopening of the question of how Amy +died. Between these two, between the fulfilment of her desire and +his ambition, stood the irreconcilable ghost of his poor murdered +wife. + +Perhaps it was some thought of this that found expression in her +passionate outburst when she learnt of the birth of Mary Stuart's +child: "The Queen of Scots is lighter of a fair son; and I am but +a barren stock." + + + + + +VII. SIR JUDAS + +The Betrayal of Sir Walter Ralegh + + + +Sir Walter was met on landing at Plymouth from his ill-starred +voyage to El Dorado by Sir Lewis Stukeley, which was but natural, +seeing that Sir Lewis was not only Vice-Admiral of Devon, but +also Sir Walter's very good friend and kinsman. + +If Sir Walter doubted whether it was in his quality as kinsman or +as Vice-Admiral that Sir Lewis met him, the cordiality of the +latter's embrace and the noble entertainment following at the +house of Sir Christopher Hare, near the port, whither Sir Lewis +conducted him, set this doubt at rest and relighted the lamp of +hope in the despairing soul of our adventurer. In Sir Lewis he +saw only his kinsman--his very good friend and kinsman, to insist +upon Stukeley's own description of himself--at a time when of all +others in his crowded life he needed the support of a kinsman and +the guidance of a friend. + +You know the story of this Sir Walter, who had been one of the +brightest ornaments of the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and might +have added lustre to that of King James, had not his Sowship--to +employ the title bestowed upon that prince by his own queen--been +too mean of soul to appreciate the man's great worth. Courtier, +philosopher, soldier, man of letters and man of action alike, +Ralegh was at once the greatest prose-writer, and one of the +greatest captains of his age, the last survivor of that glorious +company--whose other members were Drake and Frobisher and +Hawkins--that had given England supremacy upon the seas, that had +broken the power and lowered the pride of Spain. + +His was a name that had resounded, to the honour and glory of +England, throughout the world, a name that, like Drake's, was a +thing of hate and terror to King Philip and his Spaniards; yet +the King of Scots, unclean of body and of mind, who had succeeded +to the throne of Elizabeth, must affect ignorance of that great +name which shall never die while England lives. + +When the splendid courtier stood before him--for at fifty Sir +Walter was still handsome of person and magnificent of Apparel-- +James looked him over and inquired who he might be. When they had +told him: + +"I've rawly heard of thee," quoth the royal punster, who sought +by such atrocities of speech to be acclaimed a wit. + +It was ominous of what must follow, and soon thereafter you see +this great and gallant gentleman arrested on a trumped-up charge +of high treason, bullied, vituperated, and insulted by venal, +peddling lawyers, and, finally, although his wit and sincerity +had shattered every fragment of evidence brought against him, +sentenced to death. Thus far James went; but he hesitated to go +further, hesitated to carry out the sentence. Sir Walter had too +many friends in England then; the memory of his glorious deeds +was still too fresh in the public mind, and execution might have +been attended by serious consequences for King James. Besides, +one at least of the main objects was achieved. Sir Walter's broad +acres were confiscate by virtue of that sentence, and King James +wanted the land--filched thus from one who was England's pride-- +to bestow it upon one of those golden calves of his who were +England's shame. + +"I maun hae the land for Carr. I maun hae it," was his brazen and +peevish answer to an appeal against the confiscation. + +For thirteen years Sir Walter lay in the Tower, under that +sentence of death passed in 1603, enjoying after a season a +certain liberty, visited there by his dear lady and his friends, +among whom was Henry, Prince of Wales, who did not hesitate to +publish that no man but his father--whom he detested--would keep +such a bird in a cage. He beguiled the time in literary and +scientific pursuits, distilling his essences and writing that +stupendous work of his, "The History of the World." Thus old age +crept upon him; but far from quenching the fires of enterprise +within his adventurer's soul, it brought a restlessness that +urged him at last to make a bid for liberty. Despairing of +winning it from the clemency of James, he applied his wits to +extracting it from the King's cupidity. + +Throughout his life, since the day when first he had brought +himself to the notice of a Queen by making of his cloak a carpet +for her feet, he had retained side by side with the dignity of +the sage and the greatness of the hero, the craft and opportunism +of the adventurer. His opportunity now was the straitened +condition of the royal treasury, a hint of which had been let +fall by Winwood the Secretary of State. He announced at once that +he knew of a gold mine in Guiana, the El Dorado of the Spaniards. + +On his return from a voyage to Guiana in 1595, he had written of +it thus: + +"There the common soldier shall fight for gold instead of pence, +pay himself with plates half a foot broad, whereas he breaks his +bones in other wars for provant and penury Those commanders and +chieftains that shoot at honour and abundance shall find here +more rich and beautiful cities, more temples adorned with golden +images, more sepulchres filled with treasure than either Cortez +found in Mexico or Pizarro in Peru." + +Winwood now reminded him that as a consequence many expeditions +had gone out, but failed to discover any of these things. + +"That," said Ralegh, "is because those adventurers were ignorant +alike of the country and of the art of conciliating its +inhabitants. Were I permitted to go, I would make Guiana to +England what Peru has been to Spain." + +That statement, reported to James in his need, was enough to fire +his cupidity, and when Ralegh had further added that he would +guarantee to the Crown one-fifth of the treasure without asking +any contribution towards the adventure either in money or in +ships, he was permitted to come forth and prepare for the +expedition. + + +His friends came to his assistance, and in March of 1617 he set +sail for E1 Dorado with a well-manned and wellequipped fleet of +fourteen ships, the Earls of Arundel and Pembroke standing +sureties for his return. + +From the outset the fates were unpropitious. Disaster closed the +adventure. Gondomar, the Ambassador of Spain at Whitehall, too +well-informed of what was afoot, had warned his master. Spanish +ships waited to frustrate Sir Walter, who was under pledge to +avoid all conflict with the forces of King Philip. But conflict +there was, and bloodshed in plenty, about the city of Manoa, +which the Spaniards held as the key to the country into which the +English adventurers sought to penetrate. Among the slain were the +Governor of Manoa, who was Gondomar's own brother, and Sir +Walter's eldest son. + +To Ralegh, waiting at the mouth of the Orinoco, came his beaten +forces in retreat, with the terrible news of a happening that +meant his ruin. Half-maddened, his anguish increased by the loss +of his boy, he upbraided them so fiercely that Keymis, who had +been in charge of the expedition, shut himself up in his cabin +and shot himself with a pocket-pistol. Mutiny followed, and +Whitney--most trusted of Sir Walter's captains--set sail for +England, being followed by six other ships of that fleet, which +meanwhile had been reduced to twelve. With the remaining five the +stricken Sir Walter had followed more at leisure. What need to +hurry? Disgrace, and perhaps death, awaited him in England. He +knew the power of Spain with James, who was so set upon a Spanish +marriage for his heir, knew Spain's hatred of himself, and what +eloquence it would gather in the mouth of Gondomar, intent upon +avenging his brother's death. + +He feared the worst, and so was glad upon landing to have by him +a kinsman upon whom he could lean for counsel and guidance in +this the darkest hour of all his life. Sitting late that night in +the library of Sir Christopher Hare's house, Sir Walter told his +cousin in detail the story of his misadventure, and confessed to +his misgivings. + +"My brains are broken," was his cry. + +Stukeley combed his beard in thought. He had little comfort to +offer. + +"It was not expected," said he, "that you would return. + +"Not expected?" Sir Walter's bowed white head was suddenly flung +back. Indignation blazed in the eyes that age had left undimmed. +"What act in all my life justified the belief I should be false +to honour? My danger here was made quite plain, and Captain King +would have had me steer a course for France, where I had found a +welcome and a harbour. But to consent I must have been false to +my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who were sureties to the King +for my return. Life is still sweet to me, despite my three-score +years and more, but honour is sweeter still." + +And then, because life was sweet, he bluntly asked his cousin: +"What is the King's intent by me?" + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley, "who shall know what passes in the +King's mind? From the signs, I judge your case to be none so +desperate. You have good friends in plenty, among whom, although +the poorest, count myself the first. Anon, when you are rested, +we'll to London by easy stages, baiting at the houses of your +friends, and enlisting their good offices on your behalf." + +Ralegh took counsel on the matter with Captain King, a bluff, +tawny-bearded seaman, who was devoted to him body and soul. + +"Sir Lewis proposes it, eh?" quoth the hardy seaman. "And Sir +Lewis is Vice-Admiral of Devon? He is not by chance bidden to +escort you to London?" + +The Captain, clearly, had escaped the spell of Stukeley's +affability. Sir Walter was indignant. He had never held his +kinsman in great esteem, and had never been on the best of terms +with him in the past. Nevertheless, he was very far from +suspecting him of what King implied. To convince him that he did +Sir Lewis an injustice, Ralegh put the blunt question to his +kinsman in King's presence. + +"Nay," said Sir Lewis, "I am not yet bidden to escort you. But as +Vice-Admiral of Devon I may at any moment be so bidden. It were +wiser, I hold, not to await such an order. Though even if it +come," he made haste to add, "you may still count upon my +friendship. I am your kinsman first, and Vice-Admiral after." + +With a smile that irradiated his handsome, virile countenance, +Sir Walter held out his hand to clasp his cousin's in token of +appreciation. Captain King expressed no opinion save what might +be conveyed in a grunt and a shrug. + +Guided now unreservedly by his cousin's counsel, Sir Walter set +out with him upon that journey to London. Captain King went with +them, as well as Sir Walter's body-servant, Cotterell, and a +Frenchman named Manourie, who had made his first appearance in +the Plymouth household on the previous day. Stukeley explained +the fellow as a gifted man of medicine, whom he had sent for to +cure him of a trivial but inconvenient ailment by which he was +afflicted. + +Journeying by slow stages, as Sir Lewis had directed, they came +at last to Brentford. Sir Walter, had he followed his own bent, +would have journeyed more slowly still, for in a measure, as he +neared London, apprehensions of what might await him there grew +ever darker. He spoke of them to King, and the blunt Captain said +nothing to dispel them. + +"You are being led like a sheep to the shambles," he declared, +"and you go like a sheep. You should have landed in France, where +you have friends. Even now it is not too late. A ship could be +procured . . ." + +"And my honour could be sunk at sea," Sir Walter harshly +concluded, in reproof of such counsel. + +But at the inn at Brentford he was sought out by a visitor, who +brought him the like advice in rather different terms. This was +De Chesne, the secretary of the French envoy, Le Clerc. Cordially +welcomed by Ralegh, the Frenchman expressed his deep concern to +see Sir Walter under arrest. + +"You conclude too hastily," laughed Sir Walter. + +"Monsieur, I do not conclude. I speak of what I am inform'." + +"Misinformed, sir. I am not a prisoner--at least, not yet," he +added, with a sigh. "I travel of my own free will to London with +my good friend and kinsman Stukeley to lay the account of my +voyage before the King." + +"Of your own free will? You travel of your own frets will? And +you are not a prisoner? Ha !" There was bitter mockery in De +Chesne's short laugh. "C'est bien drole!" And he explained: +"Milord the Duke o Buckingham, he has write in his master's name +to the ambassador Gondomar that you are taken and held at the +disposal of the King of Spain. Gondomar is to inform him whether +King Philip wish that you be sent to Spain to essay the justice +of his Catholic Majesty, or that you suffer here. Meanwhile your +quarters are being made ready in the Tower. Yet you tell me you +are not prisoner! You go of your own free will to London. Sir +Walter, do not be deceive'. If you reach London, you are lost." + +Now here was news to shatter Sir Walter's last illusion. Yet +desperately he clung to the fragments of it. The envoy's secretary +must be at fault. + +"'Tis yourself are at fault, Sir Walter, in that you trust those +about you," the Frenchman insisted. + +Sir Walter stared at him, frowning. "D'ye mean Stukeley?" quoth +he, half-indignant already at the mere suggestion. + +"Sir Lewis, he is your kinsman." De Chesne shrugged. "You should +know your family better than I. But who is this Manourie who +accompanies you? Where is he come from? What you know of him?" + +Sir Walter confessed that he knew nothing. + +"But I know much. He is a fellow of evil reputation. A spy who +does not scruple to sell his own people. And I know that letters +of commission from the Privy Council for your arrest were give' +to him in London ten days ago. Whether those letters were to +himself, or he was just the messenger to another, imports +nothing. The fact is everything. The warrant against you exists, +and it is in the hands of one or another of those that accompany +you. I say no more. As I have tol' you, you should know your own +family. But of this be sure, they mean that you go to the Tower, +and so to your death. And now, Sir Walter, if I show you the +disease I also bring the remedy. I am command' by my master to +offer you a French barque which is in the Thames, and a safe +conduct to the Governor of Calais. In France you will find safety +and honour, as your worth deserve'." + +Up sprang Sir Walter from his chair, and flung off the cloak of +thought in which he had been mantled. + +"Impossible," he said. "Impossible! There is my plighted word to +return, and there are my Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, who are +sureties for me. I cannot leave them to suffer by my default." + +"They will not suffer at all," De Chesne assured him. He was very +well informed. "King James has yielded to Spain partly because he +fears, partly because he will have a Spanish marriage for Prince +Charles, and will do nothing to trouble his good relations with +King Philip. But, after all, you have friends, whom his Majesty +also fears. If you escape' you would resolve all his perplexities. +I do not believe that any obstacle will be offer' to your escape-- +else why they permit you to travel thus without any guard, and to +retain your sword?" + +Half distracted as he was by what he had learnt, yet Sir Walter +clung stoutly and obstinately to what he believed to be the only +course for a man of honour. And so he dismissed De Chesne with +messages of gratitude but refusal to his master, and sent for +Captain King. Together they considered all that the secretary had +stated, and King agreed with De Chesne's implied opinion that it +was Sir Lewis himself who held the warrant. + +They sent for him at once, and Ralegh straightly taxed him with +it. Sir Lewis as straightly admitted it, and when King thereupon +charged him with deceit he showed no anger, but only the +profoundest grief. He sank into a chair, and took his head in his +hands. + +"What could I do? What could I do?" he cried. "The warrant came +in the very moment we were setting out. At first I thought of +telling you; and then I bethought me that to do so would be but +to trouble your mind, without being able to offer you help." + +Sir Walter understood what was implied. "Did you not say," he +asked, "that you were my kinsman first and Vice-Admiral of Devon +after?" + +"Ay--and so I am. Though I must lose my office of Vice-Admiral, +which has cost me six hundred pounds, if I suffer you to escape, +I'd never hesitate if it were not for Manourie, who watches me as +closely as he watches you, and would baulk us at the last. And +that is why I have held my peace on the score of this warrant. +What can it help that I should trouble you with the matter until +at the same time I can offer you some way out?" + +"The Frenchman has a throat, and throats can be slit," said the +downright King. + +"So they can; and men can be hanged for slitting them," returned +Sir Lewis, and thereafter resumed and elaborated his first +argument, using now such forceful logic and obvious sincerity +that Sir Walter was convinced. He was no less convinced, too, of +the peril in which he stood. He plied those wits of his, which +had rarely failed him in an extremity. Manourie was the +difficulty. But in his time he had known many of these agents +who, without sentimental interest and purely for the sake of +gold, were ready to play such parts; and never yet had he known +one who was not to be corrupted. So that evening he desired +Manourie's company in the room above stairs that had been set +apart for Sir Walter's use. Facing him across the table at which +both were seated, Sir Walter thrust his clenched fist upon the +board, and, suddenly opening it, dazzled the Frenchman's beady +eyes with the jewel sparkling in his palm. + +"Tell me, Manourie, are you paid as much as that to betray me?" + +Manourie paled a little under his tan. He was a swarthy, sharp- +featured fellow, slight and wiry. He looked into Sir Walter's +grimly smiling eyes, then again at the white diamond, from which +the candlelight was striking every colour of the rainbow. He made +a shrewd estimate of its price, and shook his black head. He had +quite recovered from the shock of Sir Walter's question. + +"Not half as much," he confessed, with impudence. + +"Then you might find it more remunerative to serve me," said the +knight. "This jewel is to be earned." + +The agent's eyes flickered; he passed his tongue over his lips. +"As how?" quoth he. + +"Briefly thus: I have but learnt of the trammel in which I am +taken. I must have time to concert my measures of escape, and +time is almost at an end. You are skilled in drugs, so my kinsman +tells me. Can you so drug me as to deceive physicians that I am +in extremis?" + +Manourie considered awhile. + +"I . . . I think I could," he answered presently. + +"And keep faith with me in this, at the price of, say .. two such +stones?" + +The venal knave gasped in amazement. This was not generosity; it +was prodigality. He recovered again, and swore himself Sir +Walter's. + +"About it, then." Sir Walter rolled the gem across the board into +the clutch of the spy, which pounced to meet it. "Keep that in +earnest. The other will follow when we have cozened them." + +Next morning Sir Walter could not resume the journey. When +Cotterell went to dress him he found his master taken with +vomits, and reeling like a drunkard. The valet ran to fetch Sir +Lewis, and when they returned together they found Sir Walter on +all fours gnawing the rushes on the floor, his face livid and +horribly distorted, his brow glistening with sweat. + +Stukeley, in alarm, ordered Cotterell to get his master back to +bed and to foment him, which was done. But on the next day there +was no improvement, and on the third things were in far more +serious case. The skin of his brow and arms and breast was +inflamed, and covered with horrible purple blotches--the result +of an otherwise harmless ointment with which the French empiric +had supplied him. + +When Stukeley beheld him thus disfigured, and lying apparently +inert and but half-conscious upon his bed, he backed away in +terror. The Vice-Admiral had seen afore-time the horrible +manifestations of the plague, and could not be mistaken here. He +fled from the infected air of his kinsman's chamber, and summoned +what physicians were available to pronounce and prescribe. The +physicians came--three in number--but manifested no eagerness to +approach the patient closely. The mere sight of him was enough to +lead them to the decision that he was afflicted with the plague +in a singularly virulent form. + +Presently one of them plucked up courage so far as to feel the +pulse of the apparently delirious patient. Its feebleness +confirmed his diagnosis; moreover the hand he held was cold and +turgid. He was not to know that Sir Walter had tightly wrapped +about his upper arm the ribbon from his poniard, and so he was +entirely deceived. + +The physicians withdrew, and delivered their verdict, whereupon +Sir Lewis at once sent word of it to the Privy Council. + +That afternoon the faithful Captain King, sorely afflicted by the +news, came to visit his master, and was introduced to Sir Walter's +chamber by Manourie, who was in attendance upon him. To the seaman's +amazement he found Sir Walter sitting up in bed, surveying in a +hand-mirror a face that was horrible beyond description with the +complacent smile of one who takes satisfaction in his appearance. +Yet there was no fevered madness in the smiling eyes. They were +alive with intelligence, amounting, indeed, to craft. + +"Ah, King!" was the glad welcome "The prophet David did make +himself a fool, and suffered spittle to fall upon his beard, to +escape from the hands of his enemies And there was Brutus, ay, +and others as memorable who have descended to such artifice." + +Though he laughed, it is clear that he was seeking to excuse an +unworthiness of which he was conscious. + +"Artifice?" quoth King, aghast. "Is this artifice?" + +"Ay--a hedge against my enemies, who will be afraid to approach +me." + +King sat himself down by his master's bed. "A better hedge +against your enemies, Sir Walter, would have been the strip of +sea 'twixt here and France. Would to Heaven you had done as I +advised ere you set foot in this ungrateful land." + +"The omission may be repaired," said Sir Walter. + +Before the imminence of his peril, as now disclosed to him, Sir +Walter had been reconsidering De Chesne's assurance touching my +Lords of Arundel and Pembroke, and he had come to conclude--the +more readily, perhaps because it was as he would have it--that De +Chesne was right; that to break faith with them were no such +great matter after all, nor one for which they would be called +upon to suffer. And so, now, when it was all but too late, he +yielded to the insistence of Captain King, and consented to save +himself by flight to France. King was to go about the business of +procuring a ship without loss of time. Yet there was no need of +desperate haste, as was shown when presently orders came to +Brentford for the disposal of the prisoner. The King, who was at +Salisbury, desired that Sir Walter should be conveyed to his own +house in London. Stukeley reported this to him, proclaiming it a +sign of royal favour. Sir Walter was not deceived. He knew the +reason to be fear lest he should infect the Tower with the plague +by which he was reported stricken. + +So the journey was resumed, and Sir Walter was brought to London, +and safely bestowed in his own house, but ever in the care of his +loving friend and kinsman. Manourie's part being fulfilled and +the aim accomplished, Sir Walter completed the promised payment +by bestowing upon him the second diamond--a form of eminently +portable currency with which the knight was well supplied. On the +morrow Manourie was gone, dismissed as a consequence of the part +he had played. + +It was Stukeley who told Sir Walter this--a very well informed +and injured Stukeley, who asked to know what he had done to +forfeit the knight's confidence that behind his back Sir Walter +secretly concerted means of escape. Had his cousin ceased to +trust him? + +Sir Walter wondered. Looking into that lean, crafty face, he +considered King's unquenchable mistrust of the man, bethought him +of his kinsman's general neediness, remembered past events that +shed light upon his ways and nature, and began now at last to have +a sense of the man's hypocrisy and double-dealing. Yet he reasoned +in regard to him precisely as he had reasoned in regard to Manourie. +The fellow was acquisitive, and therefore corruptible. If, indeed, +he was so base that he had been bought to betray Sir Walter, then +he could be bought again to betray those who had so bought him. + +"Nay, nay," said Sir Walter easily. "It is not lack of trust in +you, my good friend. But you are the holder of an office, and +knowing as I do the upright honesty of your character I feared to +embarrass you with things whose very knowledge must give you the +parlous choice of being false to that office or false to me." + +Stukeley broke forth into imprecations. He was, he vowed, the +most accursed and miserable of men that such a task as this +should have fallen to his lot. And he was a poor man, too, +he would have his cousin remember. It was unthinkable that he +should use the knowledge he had gained to attempt to frustrate +Sir Walter's plans of escape to France. And this notwithstanding +that if Sir Walter escaped, it is certain he would lose his +office of Vice-Admiral and the six hundred pounds he had paid for +it. + +"As to that, you shall be at no loss," Sir Walter assured him. "I +could not suffer it. I pledge you my honour, Lewis, that you +shall have a thousand pounds from my wife on the day that I am +safely landed in France or Holland. Meanwhile, in earnest of what +is to come, here is a toy of value for you." And he presented Sir +Lewis with a jewel of price, a great ruby encrusted in diamonds. + +Thus reassured that he would be immune from pecuniary loss, Sir +Lewis was ready to throw himself whole-heartedly into Sir +Walter's plans, and to render him all possible assistance. True, +this assistance was a costly matter; there was this person to be +bought and that one; there were expenses here and expenses there, +incurred by Sir Lewis on his kinsman's behalf; and there were odd +presents, too, which Stukeley seemed to expect and which Sir +Walter could not deny him. He had no illusions now that King had +been right; that here he was dealing with a rogue who would exact +the uttermost farthing for his services, but he was gratified at +the shrewdness with which he had taken his cousin's measure, and +did not grudge the bribes by which he was to escape the scaffold. + +De Chesne came again to the house in London, to renew his +master's offer of a ship to carry Sir Walter overseas, and such +other assistance as Sir Walter might require But by now the +knight's arrangements were complete. His servant Cotterell had +come to inform him that his own boatswain, now in London, was the +owner of a ketch, at present lying at Tilbury, admirably suited +for the enterprise and entirely at Sir Walter's disposal. It had +been decided, then, with the agreement of Captain King, that they +should avail themselves of this; and accordingly Cotterell was +bidden desire the boatswain to have the craft made ready for sea +at once. In view of this, and anxious to avoid unnecessarily +compromising the French envoy, Sir Walter gratefully declined the +latter's offer. + +And so we come at last to that July evening appointed for the +flight. Ralegh, who, having for some time discarded the use of +Manourie's ointment, had practically recovered his normal +appearance, covering his long white hair under a Spanish hat, and +muffling the half of his face in the folds of a cloak, came to +Wapping Stairs--that ill-omened place of execution of pirates and +sea-rovers--accompanied by Cotterell, who carried the knight's +cloak-bag, and by Sir Lewis and Sir Lewis's son. Out of +solicitude for their dear friend and kinsman, the Stukeleys could +not part from him until he was safely launched upon his voyage. +At the head of the stairs they were met by Captain King; at the +foot of them a boat was waiting, as concerted, the boatswain at +the tiller. + +King greeted them with an air of obvious relief. + +"You feared perhaps we should not come," said Stukeley, with a +sneer at the Captain's avowed mistrust of him. "Yet now, I trust, +you'll do me the justice to admit that I have shown myself an +honest man." + +The uncompromising King looked at him and frowned, misliking the +words. + +"I hope that you'll continue so," he answered stiffly. + +They went down the slippery steps to the boat, and then the shore +glided slowly past them as they pushed off into the stream of the +ebbing tide. + +A moment later, King, whose suspicious eyes kept a sharp look- +out, observed another boat put off some two hundred yards higher +up the river. At first he saw it breast the stream as if +proceeding towards London Bridge, then abruptly swing about and +follow them. Instantly he drew the attention of Sir Walter to +that pursuing wherry. + +"What's this?" quoth Sir Walter harshly. "Are we betrayed?" + +The watermen, taking fright at the words, hung now upon their +oars. + +"Put back," Sir Walter bade them. "I'll not betray my friends to +no purpose. Put back, and let us home again." + +"Nay, now," said Stukeley gravely, himself watching the wherry. +"We are more than a match for them in oars, even if their purpose +be such as you suspect--for which suspicion, when all is said, +there is no ground. On then!" He addressed himself to the +watermen, whipping out a pistol, and growing truculent in mien +and voice. "To your oars! Row, you dogs, or I'll pistol you where +you sit." + +The men bent their backs forthwith, and the boat swept on. But +Sir Walter was still full of apprehensions, still questioning the +wisdom of keeping to their down-stream course if they were being +followed. + +"But are we followed?" cried the impatient Sir Lewis. "'Sdeath, +cousin, is not the river a highway for all the world to use, and +must every wherry that chances to go our way be in pursuit of us? +If you are to halt at every shadow, faith, you'll never +accomplish anything. I vow I am unfortunate in having a friend +whom I would save so full of doubts and fears." + +Sir Walter gave him reason, and even King came to conclude that +he had suspected him unjustly, whilst the rowers, under +Stukeley's suasion, now threw themselves heartily into their +task, and onward sped the boat through the deepening night, +taking but little account of that other wherry that hung ever in +their wake. In this wise they came at length to Greenwich on the +last of the ebb. But here finding the water beginning to grow +against them, and wearied by the exertion into which Stukeley's +enthusiasm had flogged them, the watermen paused again, declaring +that they could not reach Gravesend before morning. + +Followed a brief discussion, at the end of which Sir Walter bade +them put him ashore at Purfleet. + +"And that's the soundest counsel," quoth the boatswain. "For at +Purfleet we can get horses on to Tilbury." + +Stukeley was of the same opinion; but not so the more practical +Captain King. + +"'Tis useless," he declared to them. "At this hour how shall you +get horses to go by land?" + +And now, Sir Walter, looking over his shoulder, saw the other +wherry bearing down upon them through the faintly opalescent +mists of dawn. A hail came to them across the water. + +"Oh, 'Sdeath! We are betrayed!" cried Ralegh bitterly, and +Stukeley swore more fiercely still. Sir Walter turned to him. +"Put ashore," he said shortly, "and let us home." + +"Ay, perhaps 'twere best. For to-night there's an end to the +enterprise, and if I am taken in your company now, what shall be +said to me for this active assistance in your escape?" His voice +was gloomy, his face drawn and white. + +"Could you not plead that you had but pretended to go with me to +seize on my private papers?" suggested the ingenious mind of +Ralegh. + +"I could. But shall I be believed? Shall I?" His loom was +deepening to despair. + +Ralegh was stricken almost with remorse on his cousin's account. +His generous heart was now more concerned with the harm to his +friends than with his own doom. He desired to make amends to +Stukeley, but had no means save such as lay in the power of that +currency he used. Having naught else to give, he must give that. +He plunged his hand into an inner pocket, and brought forth a +handful of jewels, which he thrust upon his kinsman. + +"Courage," he urged him. "Up now, and we may yet win out and +home, so that all will be well with you at least, and you shall +not suffer for your friendship to me." + +Stukeley embraced him then, protesting his love and desire to +serve him. + +They came to land at last, just below Greenwich bridge, and +almost at the same moment the other wherry grounded immediately +above them. Men sprang from her, with the obvious intent of +cutting off their retreat. + +"Too late!" said Ralegh, and sighed, entirely without passion +now that the dice had fallen and showed that the game was lost. +"You must act on my suggestion to explain your presence, Lewis." + +"Indeed, there is no other course," Sir Lewis agreed. "And you are +in the same case, Captain King. You must confess that you joined +with me but to betray Sir Walter. I'll bear you out. Thus, each +supporting the other . . ." + +"I'll roast in Hell before I brand myself a traitor," roared the +Captain furiously. "And were you an honest man, Sir Lewis, you'ld +understand my meaning." + +"So, so?" said Stukeley, in a quiet, wicked voice. And it was +observed that his son and one or two of the watermen had taken +their stand beside him as if in readiness for action. "Why, then, +since you will have it so, Captain, I arrest you, in the King's +name, on a charge of abetting treason." + +The Captain fell back a step, stricken a moment by sheer +amazement. Then he groped for a pistol to do at last what he +realized he should have done long since. Instantly he was +overpowered. It was only then that Sir Walter understood the +thing that had happened, and with understanding came fury. The +old adventurer flung back his cloak, and snatched at his rapier +to put it through the vitals of his dear friend and kinsman. But +he was too late. Hands seized upon him, and he found himself held +by the men from the wherry, confronted by a Mr. William Herbert, +whom he knew for Stukeley's cousin, and he heard Mr. Herbert +formally asking him for the surrender of his sword. + +Instantly he governed himself, repressed his fury. He looked +coldly at his kinsman, whose face showed white and evil in the +growing light of the early summer dawn "Sir Lewis," was all he +said, "these actions will not turn out to your credit." + +He had no illusion left. His understanding was now a very full +one. His dear friend and kinsman had played him false throughout, +intending first to drain him of his resources before finally +flinging the empty husk to the executioner. Manourie had been in +the plot; he had run with the hare and hunted with the hounds; +and Sir Walter's own servant Cotterell had done no less. Amongst +them they had "cozened the great cozener"--to use Stukeley's own +cynical expression. Even so, it was only on his trial that Sir +Walter plumbed the full depth of Stukeley's baseness; for it was +only then he learnt that his kinsman had been armed by a warrant +of immunity to assist his projects of escape, so that he might +the more effectively incriminate and betray him; and Sir Walter +discovered also that the ship in which he had landed, and other +matters, were to provide additional Judas' fees to this +acquisitive betrayer. + +If to escape his enemies Sir Walter had had recourse to artifices +unworthy the great hero that he was, now that all hope was lost +he conducted himself with a dignity and cheerfulness beyond +equal. So calm and self-possessed and masterly was his defence +from the charge of piracy preferred at the request of Spain, and +so shrewd in its inflaming appeal to public opinion, that his +judges were constrained to abandon that line of prosecution, and +could discover no way of giving his head to King James save by +falling back upon the thirteen-year old sentence of death against +him. Of this they now ordered execution. + +Never a man who loved his life as dearly as Sir Walter loved it +met death as blithely. He dressed himself for the scaffold with +that elegance and richness which all his life he had observed. He +wore a ruff band and black velvet wrought nightgown over a +doublet of hair-coloured satin, a black wrought waistcoat, black +cut taffety breeches and ash-coloured silk stockings. Under his +plumed hat he covered his white locks with a wrought nightcap. +This last he bestowed on his way to the scaffold upon a bald- +headed old man who had come to take a last look of him, with the +observation that he was more in need of it than himself. When he +had removed it, it was observed that his hair was not curled as +usual. This was a matter that had fretted his barber Peter in the +prison of the Gatehouse at Westminster that morning. But Sir +Walter had put him off with a laugh and a jest. + +"Let them comb it that shall have it," he had said of his own +head. + +Having taken his leave of the friends who had flocked about him +with the observation that he had a long journey before him, he +called for the axe, and, when presented to him, ran his fingers +along the edge, and smiled. + +"Sharp medicine," quoth he, "but a sound cure for all diseases." + +When presently the executioner bade him turn his head to the +East: + +"It is no great matter which way a man's head stands, so that his +heart lies right," he said. + +Thus passed one of Englanl's greatest heroes, indeed one of the +very makers of this England, and than his death there is no more +shameful blot upon the shameful reign of that pusillanimous +James, unclean of body and of soul, who sacrificed him to the +King of Spain. + +A spectator of his death, who suffered for his words--as men must +ever suffer for the regardless utterance of Truth--declared that +England had not such another head to cut off. + +As for Stukeley, the acquisitiveness which had made a Judas of +him was destined, by a poetic justice, ever desired but rarely +forthcoming for knaves, soon to be his ruin. He was caught +diminishing the gold coin of the realm by the operation known to- +day as "clipping," and with him was taken his creature Manourie, +who, to save himself, turned chief witness against Stukeley. Sir +Lewis was sentenced to death, but saved himself by purchasing his +pardon at the cost of every ill-gotten shilling he possessed, and +he lived thereafter as bankrupt of means as he was of honour. + +Yet before all this happened, Sir Lewis had for his part in Sir +Walter Ralegh's death come to be an object of execration +throughout the land, and to be commonly known as "Sir Judas." At +Whitehall he suffered rebuffs and insults that found a climax in +the words addressed to him by the Lord Admiral, to whom he went +to give an account of his office. + +"Base fellow, darest thou who art the contempt and scorn of men +offer thyself in my presence?" + +For a man of honour there was but one course. Sir Judas was not a +man of honour. He carried his grievance to the King. James leered +at him. + +"What wouldst thou have me do? Wouldst thou have me hang him? On +my soul, if I should hang all that speak ill of thee, all the +trees of the country would not suffice, so great is the number." + + + + + +VIII. HIS INSOLENCE OF BUCKINGHAM + +George Villier's Courtship of Ann of Austria + + + +He was Insolence incarnate. + +Since the day when, a mere country lad, his singular good looks +had attracted the attention of King James--notoriously partial to +good-looking lads--and had earned him the office of cup-bearer to +his Majesty, the career of George Villiers is to be read in a +series of acts of violent and ever-increasing arrogance, +expressing the vanity and levity inherent in his nature. Scarcely +was he established in the royal favour than he distinguished +himself by striking an offending gentleman in the very presence +of his sovereign--an act of such gross disrespect to royalty that +his hand would have paid forfeit, as by law demanded, had not the +maudlin king deemed him too lovely a fellow to be so cruelly +maimed. + +Over the mind and will of King Charles his ascendancy became even +greater than it had been over that of King James; and it were +easy to show that the acts of George Villiers' life supplied the +main planks of that scaffold in Whitehall whereupon Charles +Stuart came to lose his head. Charles was indeed a martyr; a +martyr chiefly to the reckless, insolent, irresponsible vanity of +this Villiers, who, from a simple country squire with nothing but +personal beauty to recommend him, had risen to be, as Duke of +Buckingham, the first gentleman in England. + +The heady wine of power had gone to his brain, and so addled it +that, as John Chamberlain tells us, there was presently a touch +of craziness in him--of the variety, no doubt, known to modern +psychologists as megalomania He lost the sense of proportion, and +was without respect for anybody or anything. The Commons of +England and the immensely dignified Court of Spain--during that +disgraceful, pseudo-romantic adventure at Madrid--were alike the +butts of this parvenu's unmeasured arrogance But the crowning +insolence of his career was that tragicomedy the second act of +which was played on a June evening in an Amiens garden on the +banks of the river Somme. + +Three weeks ago--on the 14th May, 1625, to be precise--Buckingham +had arrived in Paris as Ambassador Extra-ordinary, charged with +the task of conducting to England the King of France's sister, +Henrietta Maria, who three days earlier had been married by proxy +to King Charles. + +The occasion enabled Buckingham to fling the reins on to the neck +of his mad vanity, to indulge to the very fullest his crazy +passion for ostentation and magnificence. Because the Court of +France was proverbially renowned for splendour and luxury, +Buckingham felt it due to himself to extinguish its brilliance by +his own. On his first coming to the Louvre he literally blazed. +He wore a suit of white satin velvet with a short cloak in the +Spanish fashion, the whole powdered over with diamonds to the +value of some ten thousand pounds. An enormous diamond clasped +the heron's plume in his hat; diamonds flashed in the hilt of his +sword; diamonds studded his very spurs, which were of beaten +gold; the highest orders of England, Spain, and France flamed on +his breast. On the occasion of his second visit he wore a suit of +purple satin, of intent so lightly sewn with pearls that as he +moved he shook them off like raindrops, and left them to lie +where they fell, as largesse for pages and the lesser fry of the +Court. + +His equipages and retinue were of a kind to match his personal +effulgence. His coaches were lined with velvet and covered with +cloth of gold, and some seven hundred people made up his train. +There were musicians, watermen, grooms of the chamber, thirty +chief yeomen, a score of cooks, as many grooms, a dozen pages, +two dozen footmen, six outriders, and twenty gentlemen, each with +his own attendants, all arrayed as became the satellites of a +star of such great magnitude. + +Buckingham succeeded in his ambition. Paris, that hitherto had +set the fashion to the world, stared mouth-agape, dazzled by the +splendour of this superb and scintillating ambassador. + +Another, by betraying consciousness of the figure that he cut, +might have made himself ridiculous. But Buckingham's insolent +assurance was proof against that peril. Supremely self-satisfied, +he was conscious only that what he did could not be better done, +and he ruffled it with an air of easy insouciance, as if in all +this costly display there was nothing that was not normal. He +treated with princes, and even with the gloomy Louis XIII., as +with equals; and, becoming more and more intoxicated with his +very obvious success, he condescended to observe approvingly the +fresh beauty of the young Queen. + +Anne of Austria, then in her twenty-fourth year, was said to be +one of the most beautiful women in Europe. She was of a good +height and carriage, slight, and very gracefully built, of a +ravishing fairness of skin and hair, whilst a look of wistfulness +had come to invest with an indefinable tenderness her splendid +eyes. Her childless marriage to the young King of France, which +had endured now for ten years, had hardly been successful. +Gloomy, taciturn, easily moved to suspicion, and difficult to +convince of error, Louis XIII. held his wife aloof, throwing up +between himself and her a wall of coldness, almost of dislike. + +There is a story--and Tallemant des Raux gives credit to it-- +that in the early days of her reign as Queen of France, Richelieu +had fallen deeply in love with her, and that she, with the +mischief of an irresponsible young girl, had encouraged him, +merely to betray him to a ridicule which his proud spirit had +never been able to forgive. Be that or another the reason, the +fact that Richelieu hated her, and subjected her to his +vindictive persecution, is beyond dispute. And it was he who by a +hundred suggestions poisoned against her the King's mind, and +thus kept ever open the gulf between the two. + +The eyes of that neglected young wife dilated a little, and +admiration kindled in them, when they rested upon the dazzling +figure of my Lord of Buckingham. He must have seemed to her a +figure of romance, a prince out of a fairy-tale. + +That betraying glance he caught, and it inflamed at once his +monstrous arrogance. To the scalps already adorning the belt of +his vanity he would add that of the love of a beautiful young +queen. Perhaps he was thrilled in his madness by the thought of +the peril that would spice such an adventure. Into that adventure +he plunged forthwith. He wooed her during the eight days that he +abode in Paris, flagrantly, openly, contemptuous of courtiers and +of the very King himself. At the Louvre, at the Hotel de +Chevreuse, at the Luxembourg, where the Queen-Mother held her +Court, at the Hotel de Guise, and elsewhere he was ever at the +Queen's side. + +Richelieu, whose hard pride and self-love had been wounded by the +Duke's cavalier behaviour, who despised the fellow for an upstart, +and may even have resented that so shallow a man should have been +sent to treat with a statesman of his own caliber--for other +business beside the marriage had brought Buckingham to Paris-- +suggested to the King that the Duke's manner in approaching the +Queen lacked a proper deference, and the Queen's manner of +receiving him a proper circumspection. Therefore the King's long +face became longer, his gloomy eyes gloomier, as he looked on. +Far, however, from acting as a deterrent, the royal scowl was +mere incense to the vanity of Buckingham, a spur to goad him on +to greater daring. + +On the 2nd of June a splendid company of some four thousand +French nobles and ladies, besides Buckingham and his retinue, +quitted Paris to accompany Henrietta Maria, now Queen of England, +on the first stage of her journey to her new home. The King was +not of the party. He had gone with Richelieu to Fontainebieau, +leaving it to the Queen and the Queen-Mother to accompany his +sister. + +Buckingham missed no chance upon that journey of pressing his +attentions upon Anne of Austria. Duty dictated that his place +should be beside the carriage of Henrietta Maria. But duty did +not apply to His Insolence of Buckingham, so indifferent of whom +he might slight or offend. And then the devil took a hand in the +game. + +At Amiens, the Queen-Mother fell ill, so that the Court was +compelled to halt there for a few days to give her Majesty the +repose she required. Whilst Amiens was thus honoured by the +presence of three queens at one and the same time within its +walls, the Duc de Chaulnes gave an entertainment in the Citadel. +Buckingham attended this, and in the dance that followed the +banquet it was Buckingham who led out the Queen. + +Thereafter the royal party had returned to the Bishop's Palace, +where it was lodged, and a small company went out to take the +evening cool in the Bishop's fragrant gardens on the Somme, +Buckingham ever at the Queen's side. Anne of Austria was attended +by her Mistress of the Household, the beautiful, witty Marie de +Rohan, Duchess of Chevreuse, and by her equerry, Monsieur de +Putange. Madame de Chevreuse had for cavalier that handsome +coxcomb, Lord Holland, who was one of Buckingham's creatures, +between whom and herself a certain transient tenderness had +sprung up. M. de Putange was accompanied by Madame de Vernet, +with whom at the time he was over head and ears in love. +Elsewhere about the spacious gardens other courtiers sauntered. + +Now either Madame de Chevreuse and M. de Putange were too deeply +engrossed in their respective companions, or else the state of +their own hearts and the tepid, languorous eventide disposed them +complacently towards the affair of gallantry upon which their +mistress almost seemed to wish to be embarked. They forgot, it +would seem, that she was a queen, and remembered sympathetically +that she was a woman, and that she had for companion the most +splendid cavalier in all the world. Thus they committed the +unpardonable fault of lagging behind, and allowing her to pass +out of their sight round the bend of an avenue by the water. + +No sooner did Buckingham realize that he was alone with the +Queen, that the friendly dusk and a screen of trees secured them +from observation, than, piling audacity up on audacity, he +determined to accomplish here and now the conquest of this lovely +lady who had used him so graciously and received his advances +with such manifest pleasure. + +"How soft the night! How exquisite!" he sighed. + +"Indeed," she agreed. "And how still, but for the gentle murmur +of the river." + +"The river!" he cried, on a new note. "That is no gentle murmur. +The river laughs, maliciously mocking. The river is evil." + +"Evil?" quoth she. He had checked in his step, and they stood now +side by side. + +"Evil," he repeated. "Evil and cruel. It goes to swell the sea +that soon shall divide me from you, and it mocks me, rejoicing +wickedly in the pain that will presently be mine." + +It took her aback. She laughed, a little breathlessly, to hide +her discomposure, and scarce knew how to answer him, scarce knew +whether she took pleasure or offense in his daring encroachment +upon that royal aloofness in which she dwelt, and in which her +Spanish rearing had taught her she must ever dwell. + + +"Oh, but Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, you will be with us again, +perhaps before so very long." + +His answer came in a swift, throbbing question, his lips so near +her face that she could feel his breath hot upon her cheek. + +"Do you wish it, madame? Do you wish it? I implore you, of your +pity, say but that you wish it, and I will come, though I tear +down half a world to reach you." + +She recoiled in Wright and displeasure before a wooing so +impetuous and violently outspoken; though the displeasure was +perhaps but a passing emotion, the result of early training. Yet +she contrived to answer him with the proper icy dignity due to +her position as a princess of Spain, now Queen of France. + +"Monsieur, you forget yourself. The Queen of France does not +listen to such words. You are mad, I think." + +"Yes, I am mad," he flung back. "Mad with love--so mad that I +have forgot that you are a queen and I an ambassador. Under the +ambassador there is a man, under the queen a woman--our real +selves, not the titles with which Fate seeks to dissemble our +true natures. And with the whole strength of my true nature do I +love you, so potently, so overwhelmingly that I will not believe +you sensible of no response." + +Thus torrentially he delivered himself, and swept her a little +off her feet. She was a woman, as he said; a queen, it is true; +but also a neglected, coldly-used wife; and no one had ever +addressed her in anything approaching this manner, no one had +ever so much as suggested that her existence could matter +greatly, that in her woman's nature there was the magic power of +awakening passion and devotion. He was so splendidly magnificent, +so masterful and unrivalled, and he came thus to lay his being, +as it were, in homage at her feet. It touched her a little, who +knew so little of the real man. It cost her an effort to repulse +him, and the effort was not very convincing. + +"Hush, monsieur, for pity's sake! You must not talk so to me. It +. . . it hurts." + +O fatal word! She meant that it was her dignity as Queen he +wounded, for she clung to that as to the anchor of salvation. But +he in his egregious vanity must of cours e misunderstand. + +"Hurts!" he cried, and the rapture in his accents should have +warned her. "Because you resist it, because you fight against the +commands of your true self. Anne!" He seized her, and crushed her +to him. "Anne!" + +Wild terror gripped her at that almost brutal contact, and anger, +too, her dignity surging up in violent outraged rebellion. A +scream, loud and piercing, broke from her and rang through the +still garden. It brought him to his senses. It was as if he had +been lifted up into the air, and then suddenly allowed to fall. + +He sprang away from her, an incoherent exclamation on his lips, +and when an instant later Monsieur de Putange came running up in +alarm, his hand upon his sword, those two stood with the width of +the avenue between them, Buckingham erect and defiant, the Queen +breathing hard and trembling, a hand upon her heaving breast as +if to repress its tumult. + +"Madame! Madame!" had been Putange's cry, as he sprang forward in +alarm and self-reproach. + +He stood now almost between them, looking from one to the other +in bewilderment. Neither spoke. + +"You cried out, Madame," M. de Putange reminded her, and +Buckingham may well have wondered whether presently he would be +receiving M. de Putange's sword in his vitals. He must have known +that his life now hung upon her answer. + +"I called you, that was all," said the Queen, in a voice that she +strove to render calm. "I confess that I was startled to find +myself alone with M. I'Ambassadeur. Do not let it occur again, +M. de Putange!" + +The equerry bowed in silence. His itching fingers fell away from +his sword-hilt, and he breathed more freely. He had no illusions +as to what must have happened. But he was relieved there were to +be no complications. The others now coming up with them, the +party thereafter kept together until presently Buckingham and +Lord Holland took their leave. + +On the morrow the last stage of the escorting journey was +accomplished. A little way beyond Amiens the Court took its leave +of Henrietta Maria, entrusting her now to Buckingham and his +followers, who were to convey her safely to Charles. + +It was a very contrite and downcast Buckingham who came now to +Anne of Austria as she sat in her coach with the Princesse de +Conti for only companion. + +"Madame," he said, "I am come to take my leave." + +"Fare you well, Monsieur l'Ambassadeur," she said, and her voice +was warm and gentle, as if to show him that she bore no malice. + +"I am come to ask your pardon, madame," he said, in a low voice. + +"Oh, monsieur--no more, I beg you." She looked down; her hands +were trembling, her cheeks going red and white by turns. + +He put his head behind the curtains of the coach, so that none +might see him from outside, and looking at him now, she beheld +tears in his eyes. + +"Do not misunderstand me, madame. I ask your pardon only for +having discomposed you, startled you. As for what I said, it were +idle to ask pardon, since I could no more help saying it than I +can help drawing breath. I obeyed an instinct stronger than the +will to live. I gave expression to something that dominates my +whole being, and will ever dominate it as long as I have life. +Adieu, madame! At need you know where a servant who will gladly +die for you is to be found." He kissed the hem of her robe, +dashed the back of his hand across his eyes, and was gone before +she could say a word in answer. + +She sat pale, and very thoughtful, and the Princesse de Conti, +watching her furtively, observed that her eyes were moist. + +"I will answer for the Queen's virtue," she stated afterwards, +"but I cannot speak so positively for the hardness of her heart, +since without doubt the Duke's tears affected her spirits." + +But it was not yet the end. As Buckingham was nearing Calais, he +was met by a courier from Whitehall, with instructions for him +regarding the negotiations he had been empowered to carry out +with France in the matter of an alliance against Spain-- +negotiations which had not thriven with Louis and Richelieu, +possibly because the ambassador was ill-chosen. The instructions +came too late to be of use, but in time to serve as a pretext for +Buckingham's return to Amiens. There he sought an audience of the +Queen-Mother, and delivered himself to her of a futile message +for the King. This chimerical business--as Madame de Motteville +shrewdly calls it--being accomplished, he came to the real matter +which had prompted him to use that pretext for his return, and +sought audience of Anne of Austria. + +It was early morning, and the Queen was not yet risen. But the +levées at the Court of France were precisely what the word +implies, and they were held by royalty whilst still abed. It was +not, therefore, amazing that he should have been admitted to her +presence. She was alone save for her lady-in-waiting, Madame de +Lannoi, who was, we are told, aged, prudent and virtuous. +Conceive, therefore, the outraged feelings of this lady upon +seeing the English duke precipitate himself wildly into the room, +and on his knees at the royal bedside seize the coverlet and bear +it to his lips. + +Whilst the young Queen looked confused and agitated, Madame de +Lannoi became a pillar of icy dignity. + +"M. le Duc," says she, "it is not customary in France to kneel +when speaking to the Queen." + +"I care nothing for the customs of France, madame" he answered +rudely. "I am not a Frenchman." + +"That is too obvious, monsieur," snapped the elderly, prudent and +virtuous countess. "Nevertheless, whilst in France perhaps +monsieur will perceive the convenience of conforming to French +customs. Let me call for a chair for Monsieur le Duc." + +"I do not want a chair, madame." + +The countess cast her eyes to Heaven, as if to say, "I suppose +one cannot expect anything else in a foreigner," and let him +kneel as he insisted, placing herself, however, protectingly at +the Queen's pillow. + +Nevertheless, entirely unabashed, heeding Madame de Lannoi's +presence no more than if she had been part of the room's +furniture, the Duke delivered himself freely of what was in his +mind. He had been obliged to return to Amiens on a matter of +State. It was unthinkable that he should be so near to her +Majesty and not hasten to cast himself at her feet; and whilst +gladdening the eyes of his body with the sight of her matchless +perfection, the image of which was ever before the eyes of his +soul, allow himself the only felicity life now held for him--that +of protesting himself her utter slave. This, and much more of the +kind, did he pour out, what time the Queen, embarrassed and +annoyed beyond utterance, could only stare at him in silence. + +Apart from the matchless impudence of it, it was also of a +rashness beyond pardon. Unless Madame de Lannoi were the most +circumspect of women, here was a fine tale for Court gossips, and +for the King's ears, a tale that must hopelessly compromise the +Queen. For that, Buckingham, in his self-sufficiency and +arrogance, appears to have cared nothing. One suspects that it +would have pleased his vanity to have his name linked with the +Queen's by the lips of scandal. + +She found her tongue at last. + +"Monsieur le Duc," she said in her confusion, "it was not +necessary, it was not worth while, to have asked audience of me +for this. You have leave to go." + +He looked up in doubt, and saw only confusion; attributed it +perhaps to the presence of that third party to which himself he +had been so indifferent. He kissed the coverlet again, stumbled +to his feet, and reached the door. Thence he sent her a flaming +glance of his bold eyes, and hand on heart-- + +"Adieu, madame!" said he in tragic tones, and so departed. + +Madame de Lannoi was discreet, and related at the time nothing of +what had passed at that interview. But that the interview itself +had taken place under such conditions was enough to set the +tongue of gossip wagging. An echo of it reached the King, +together with the story of that other business in the garden, and +he was glad to know that the Duke of Buckingham was back in +London. Richelieu, to vent his own malice against the Queen, +sought to feed the King's suspicions. + +"Why did she cry out, sire?" he will have asked. "What did M. de +Buckingham do to make her cry out?" + +"I don't know. But whatever it was, she was no party to it since +she did cry out." + +Richelieu did not pursue the matter just then. But neither did he +abandon it. He had his agents in London and elsewhere, and he +desired of them a close report upon the Duke of Buckingham's +movements, and the fullest particulars of his private life. + +Meanwhile, Buckingham had left behind him in France two faithful +agents of his own, with instructions to keep his memory green +with the Queen. For he intended to return upon one pretext or +another before very long, and complete the conquest. Those agents +of his were Lord Holland and the artist Balthazar Gerbier. It is +to be presumed that they served the Duke's interests well, and it +is no less to be presumed from that which followed that they +found her Majesty willing enough to hear news of that amazingly +romantic fellow who had flashed across the path of her grey life, +touching it for a moment with his own flaming radiance. In her +loneliness she came to think of him with tenderness and pity, in +which pity for herself and her dull lot was also blent. He was +away, overseas; she might never see him again; therefore there +could be little harm in indulging the romantic tenderness he had +inspired. + +So one day, many months after his departure, she begged Gerbier-- +as La Rochefoucauld tells us--to journey to London and bear the +Duke a trifling memento of her--a set of diamond studs. That +love-token--for it amounted to no less--Gerbier conveyed to +England, and delivered to the Duke. + +Buckingham's head was so completely turned by the event, and his +desire to see Anne of Austria again became thereupon so +overmastering, that he at once communicated to France that he was +coming over as the ambassador of the King of England to treat of +certain masters connected with Spain. But Richelieu had heard +from the French ambassador in London that portraits of the Queen +of France were excessively abundant at York House, the Duke's +residence, and he had considered it his duty to inform the King. +Louis was angry, but not with the Queen. To have believed her +guilty of any indiscretion would have hurt his gloomy pride +too deeply. All that he believed was that this was merely an +expression of Buckingham's fanfaronading, thrasonical disposition, +a form of vain, empty boasting peculiar to megalomaniacs. + +As a consequence, the King of England was informed that the Duke +of Buckingham, for reasons well known to himself, would not be +agreeable as Charles's ambassador to his Most Christian Majesty. +Upon learning this, the vainglorious Buckingham was loud in +proclaiming the reason ("well known to himself") and in +protesting that he would go to France to see the Queen with the +French King's consent or without it. This was duly reported to +Richelieu, and by Richelieu to King Louis. But his Most Christian +Majesty merely sneered, accounted it more empty boasting on the +part of the parvenu, and dismissed it from his mind. + +Richelieu found this attitude singularly exasperating in a King +who was temperamentally suspicious. It so piqued and annoyed him, +that when considered in addition to his undying rancour against +Anne of Austria, it is easily believed he spared no pains to +obtain something in the nature of a proof that the Queen was not +as innocent as Louis insisted upon believing. + +Now it happened that one of his London agents informed him, among +other matters connected with the Duke's private life, that he had +a bitter and secret enemy in the Countess of Carlisle, between +whom and himself there had been a passage of some tenderness too +abruptly ended by the Duke. Richelieu, acting upon this +information, contrived to enter into correspondence with Lady +Carlisle, and in the course of this correspondence he managed her +so craftily--says La Rochefoucauld--that very soon she was, +whilst hardly realizing it, his Eminence's most valuable spy near +Buckingham. Richelieu informed her that he was mainly concerned +with information that would throw light upon the real relations +of Buckingharn and the Queen of France, and he persuaded her that +nothing was too insignificant to be communicated. Her resentment +of the treatment she had received from Buckingham, a resentment +the more bitter for being stifled--since for her reputation's +sake she dared not have given it expression--made her a very +ready instrument in Richelieu's hands, and there was no scrap of +gossip she did not carefully gather up and dispatch to him. But +all was naught until one day at last she was able to tell him +something that set his pulses beating more quickly than their +habit. + +She had it upon the best authority that a set of diamond studs +constantly worn of late by the Duke was a love-token from the +Queen of France sent over to Buckingham by a messenger of her +own. Here, indeed, was news. Here was a weapon by which the Queen +might be destroyed. Richelieu considered. If he could but obtain +possession of the studs, the rest would be easy. There would be +an end--and such an end!--to the King's obstinate, indolent faith +in his wife's indifference to that boastful, flamboyant English +upstart. Richelieu held his peace for the time being, and wrote +to the Countess. + +Some little time thereafter there was a sumptuous ball given at +York House, graced by the presence of King Charles and his young +French Queen. Lady Carlisle was present, and in the course of the +evening Buckingham danced with her. She was a very beautiful, +accomplished and ready-witted woman, and to-night his Grace found +her charms so alluring that he was almost disposed to blame +himself for having perhaps treated her too lightly. Yet she +seemed at pains to show him that it was his to take up again the +affair at the point at which it had been dropped. She was gay, +arch, provoking and irresistible. So irresistible that presently, +yielding to the lure of her, the Duke slipped away from his +guests with the lady on his arm, and they found themselves at the +foot of the garden in the shadow of the water-gate that Inigo +Jones had just completed for him. My lady languished at his side, +permitted him to encircle her with a protecting arm, and for a +moment lay heavily against him. He caught her violently to him, +and now her ladyship, hitherto so yielding, with true feminine +contrariness set herself to resist him. A scuffle ensued between +them. She broke from him at last, and sped swift as a doe across +the lawn towards the lights of the great house, his Grace in +pursuit between vexation and amusement. + +But he did not overtake her, and it was with a sense of having +been fooled that he rejoined his guests. His questing eyes could +discern her nowhere. Presently he made inquiries, to be told that +she had desired her carriage to be called, and had left York +House immediately upon coming in from the garden. + +He concluded that she was gone off in a pet. It was very odd. It +was, in fact, most flagrantly contradictory that she should have +taken offense at that which she had so obviously invited. But +then she always had been a perverse and provoking jade. With that +reflection he put her from his mind. + +But anon, when his guests had departed, and the lights in the +great house were extinguished, Buckingham thought of the incident +again. Cogitating it, he sat in his room, his fingers combing his +fine, pointed, auburn beard. At last, with a shrug and a half- +laugh, he rose to undress for bed. And then a cry escaped him, +and brought in his valet from an adjoining room. The riband of +diamond studs was gone. + +Reckless and indifferent as he was, a sense of evil took him in +the moment of his discovery of that loss, so that he stood there +pale, staring, and moist of brow. It was no ordinary theft. There +were upon his person a dozen ornaments of greater value, any one +of which could have been more easily detached. This was the work +of some French agent. He had made no secret of whence those studs +had come to him. + +There his thoughts checked on a sudden. As in a flash of +revelation, he saw the meaning of Lady Carlisle's oddly +contradictory behaviour. The jade had fooled him. It was she who +had stolen the riband. He sat down again, his head in his hands, +and swiftly, link by link, he pieced together a complete chain. + +Almost as swiftly he decided upon the course of action which he +must adopt so as to protect the Queen of France's honour. He was +virtually the ruler of England, master in these islands of an +almost boundless power. That power he would exert to the full +this very night to thwart those enemies of his own and of the +Queen's, who worked so subtly in concert. Many would be wronged, +much harm would be done, the liberties of some thousands of +freeborn Englishmen would be trampled underfoot. What did it +matter? It was necessary that his Grace of Buckingham should +cover up an indiscretion. + +"Set ink and paper yonder," he bade his gaping valet. "Then go +call M. Gerbier. Rouse Lacy and Thom, and send them to me at +once, and leave word that I shall require a score of couriers to +be in the saddle and ready to set out in half an hour." + +Bewildered, the valet went off upon his errand. The Duke sat down +to write. And next morning English merchants learnt that the +ports of England were closed by the King's express command-- +delivered by his minister, the Duke of Buckingham--that measures +were being taken--were already taken in all southern ports--so +that no vessel of any kind should leave the island until the +King's further pleasure were made known. Startled, the people +wondered was this enactment the forerunner of war. Had they known +the truth, they might have been more startled still, though in a +different manner. As swiftly as couriers could travel--and +certainly well ahead of any messenger seeking escape overseas-- +did this blockade spread, until the gates of England were tight +locked against the outgoing of those diamond studs whirls meant +the honour of the Queen of France. + +And meanwhile a diamond-cutter was replacing the purloined stones +by others, matching them so closely that no man should be able to +say which were the originals and which the copies. Buckingham and +Gerbier between them guided the work. Soon it was accomplished, +and a vessel slipped down the Thames, allowed to pass by those +who kept close watch to enforce the royal decree, and made sail +for Calais, which was beginning to manifest surprise at this +entire cessation of traffic from England. From that vessel landed +Gerbier, and rode straight to Paris, carrying the Queen of France +the duplicate studs, which were to replace those which she had +sent to Buckingham. + +Twenty-four hours later the ports of England were unsealed, and +commerce was free and unhampered once more. But it was twenty- +four hours too late for Richelieu and his agent, the Countess of +Carlisle. His Eminence deplored a fine chance lost through the +excessive power that was wielded in England by the parvenu. + +Yet that is not quite the end of the story. Buckingham's inflamed +and reckless mind would stop at nothing now to achieve the object +of his desires--go to France and see the Queen. Since the country +was closed to him, he would force a way into it, the red way of +war. Blood should flow, ruin and misery desolate the land, but in +the end he would go to Paris to negotiate a peace, and that +should be his opportunity. Other reasons there may have been, but +none so dominant, none that could not have been remved by +negotiation. The pretexted casus belli was the matter of the +Protestants of La Rochelle, who were in rebellion against their +king. + +To their aid sailed Buckingham with an English expedition. +Disaster and defeat awaited it. Its shattered remnant crept back +in disgrace to England, and the Duke found himself more detested +by the people than he had been already--which is saying much. He +went off to seek comfort at the hands of the two persons who +really loved him--his doting King and his splendid wife. + +But the defeat had neither lessened his resolve nor chastened his +insolence. He prepared a second expedition in the very teeth of a +long-suffering nation's hostility, indifferent to the mutinies +and mutterings about him. What signified to him the will of a +nation? He desired to win to the woman whom he loved, and to +accomplish that he nothing recked that he should set Europe in a +blaze, nothing recked what blood should be poured out, what +treasure dissipated. + +Hatred of him by now was so widespread and vocal, that his +friends, fearing that soon it would pass from words to deeds, +urged him to take precautions, advised the wearing of a shirt of +mail for greater safety. + +But he laughed sneeringly, ever arrogant and scornful. + +"It needs not. There are no Roman spirits left," was his +contemptuous answer. + +He was mistaken. One morning after breakfast, as he was leaving +the house in the High Street, Portsmouth, where he lodged whilst +superintending the final preparations for that unpopular +expedition, John Felton, a self-appointed instrument of national +vengeance, drove a knife to the hilt into the Duke's breast. + +"May the Lord have mercy on your soul!" was the pious exclamation +with which the slayer struck home. And, in all the circumstances, +there seems to have been occasion for the prayer. + + + + + + +IX. THE PATH OF EXILE + +The Fall of Lord Clarendon + + + +Tight-wrapped in his cloak against the icy whips of the black +winter's night, a portly gentleman, well advanced in years, +picked his way carefully down the wet, slippery steps of the +jetty by the light of a lanthorn, whose rays gleamed lividly on +crushed brown seaweed and trailing green sea slime. Leaning +heavily upon the arm which a sailor held out to his assistance, +he stepped into the waiting boat that rose and fell on the +heaving black waters. A boathook scraped against the stones, and +the frail craft was pushed off. + +The oars dipped, and the boat slipped away through the darkness, +steering a course for the two great poop lanterns that were +swinging rhythmically high up against the black background of the +night. The elderly gentleman, huddled now in the stern-sheets, +looked behind him--to look his last upon the England he had loved +and served and ruled. The lanthorn, shedding its wheel of yellow +light upon the jetty steps, was all of it that he could now see. + +He sighed, and settled down again to face the poop lights, +dancing there above the invisible hull of the ship that was to +carry Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, lately Lord Chancellor of +England, into exile. As a dying man looks down the foreshortened +vista of his active life, so may Edward Hyde--whose career had +reached a finality but one degree removed from the finality of +death--have reviewed in that moment those thirty years of sincere +endeavour and high achievement since he had been a law student in +the Temple when Charles I. was King. + +That King he had served faithfully, so faithfully that when the +desperate fortunes of the Royalist party made it necessary to +place the Prince of Wales beyond the reach of Cromwell, it was in +Sir Edward Hyde's care that the boy was sent upon his travels. +The present was not to be Hyde's first experience of exile. He +had known it, and of a bitter sort, in those impecunious days +when the Second Charles, whose steps he guided, was a needy, +homeless outcast. A man less staunch and loyal might have thrown +over so profitless a service. He had talents that would have +commanded a price in the Roundhead market. Yet staunchly adhering +to the Stuart fortunes, labouring ceaselessly and shrewdly in the +Stuart interest, employing his great ability and statecraft, he +achieved at long length the restoration of the Stuarts to the +Throne of England. And for all those loyal, self-denying labours +in exile on the Stuart behalf, all the reward he had at the time +was that James Stuart, Duke of York, debauched his daughter. + +Nor did Hyde's labours cease when he had made possible the +Restoration; it was Hyde who, when that Restoration was +accomplished, took in hand and carried out the difficult task of +welding together the old and the new conditions of political +affairs. And it was Hyde who was the scapegoat when things did +not run the course that Englishmen desired. As the head of the +administration he was held responsible even for those acts which +he had strongly but vainly reprobated in Council. It was Hyde who +was blamed when Charles sold Dunkirk to the French, and spent the +money in harlotry; it was Hyde who was blamed because the Queen +was childless. + +The reason for this last lay in the fact that the wrong done to +Hyde's daughter Anne had now been righted by marri age with the +Duke of York. Now the Duke of York was the heir-apparent, and the +people, ever ready to attach most credit to that which is most +incredible and fantastic, believed that to ensure the succession +of his own grandchildren Hyde had deliberately provided Charles +with a barren wife. + +When the Dutch, sailing up the Thames, had burnt the ships of war +at Chatham, and Londoners heard the thunder of enemy guns, Hyde +was openly denounced as a traitor by a people stricken with +terror and seeking a victim in the blind, unreasoning way of +public feeling. They broke his windows, ravaged his garden, and +erected a gibbet before the gates of his superb mansion on the +north side of Piccadilly. + +Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, and Lord Chancellor of England, +commanded the love of his intimates, but did not possess those +qualities of cheap glitter that make for popularity with the +masses. Nor did he court popularity elsewhere. Because he was +austere in his morals, grave and sober in his conduct, he was +hated by those who made up the debauched court of his prince. +Because he was deeply religious in his principles, the Puritans +mistrusted him for a bigot. Because he was autocratic in his +policy he was detested by the Commons, the day of autocracy being +done. + +Yet might he have weathered the general hostility had Charles +been half as loyal to him as he had ever been loyal to Charles. +For a time, it is true, the King stood his friend, and might so +have continued to the end had not the women become mixed up in +the business. As Evelyn, the diarist, puts it, this great man's +fall was the work of "the buffoones and ladys of pleasure." + +It really is a very tangled story--this inner history of the fall +of Clarendon, with which the school-books are not concerned. In a +sense, it is also the story of the King's marriage and of Catherine +of Braganza, his unfortunate little ugly Queen, who must have +suffered as much as any woman wedded to a sultan in any country +where the seraglio is not a natural and proper institution. + +If Clarendon could not be said to have brought about the +marriage, at least he had given it his suffrages when proposed by +Portugal, which was anxious to establish an alliance with England +as some protection against the predatory designs of Spain. He had +been influenced by the dowry offered--five hundred thousand +pounds in money, Tangier, which would give England a commanding +position on the Mediterranean, and the Island of Bombay. Without +yet foreseeing that the possession of Bombay, and the freedom to +trade in the East Indies--which Portugal had hitherto kept +jealously to herself--were to enable England to build up her +great Indian Empire, yet the commercial advantages alone were +obvious enough to make the match desirable. + +Catherine of Braganza sailed for England, and on the lath of May, +1662, Charles, attended by a splendid following, went to meet his +bride at Portsmouth. He was himself a very personable man, tall-- +he stood a full six feet high--lean and elegantly vigorous. The +ugliness of his drawn, harsh-featured face was mitigated by the +glory of full, low-ridded, dark eyes, and his smile could be +irresistibly captivating. He was as graceful in manner as in +person, felicitous of speech, and of an indolent good temper that +found expression in a charming urbanity. + +Good temper and urbanity alike suffered rudely when he beheld the +wife they brought him. Catherine, who was in her twenty-fifth +year, was of an absurdly low stature, so long in the body and +short in the legs that, dressed as she was in an outlandish, +full-skirted farthingale, she had the appearance of being on her +knees when she stood before him. Her complexion was sallow, and +though her eyes, like his own, were fine, they were not fine +enough to redeem the dull plainness of her face. Her black hair +was grotesquely dressed, with a long fore-top and two great +ribbon bows standing out, one on each side of her head, like a +pair of miniature wings. + +It is little wonder that the Merry Monarch, the fastidious +voluptuary, with his nice discernment in women, should have +checked in his long stride, and halted a moment in consternation. + +"Lord!" was his wry comment to Etheredge, who was beside him. +"They've brought me a bat, not a woman." + +But if she lacked beauty, she was well cowered, and Charles was +in desperate need of money. + +"I suppose," he told Clarendon anon, "I must swallow this black +draught to get the jam that goes with it." + +The Chancellor's grave eyes considered him almost sternly what +time he coldly recited the advantages of this marriage. If he did +riot presume to rebuke the ribaldry of his master, neither would +he condescend to smile at it. He was too honest ever to be a +sycophant. + +Catherine was immediately attended--in the words of Grammont--by +six frights who called themselves maids-of-honour, and a +governess who was a monster. With this retinue she repaired to +Hampton Court, where the honeymoon was spent, and where for a +brief season the poor woman--entirely enamoured of the graceful, +long-legged rake she had married--lived in a fool's paradise. + +Disillusion was to follow soon enough. She might be, by he grace +of her dowry, Queen of England, but she was soon to discover that +to King Charles she was no more than a wife de jure. With wives +de facto Charles would people his seraglio as fancy moved him; +and the present wife defacto, the mistress of his heart, the +first lady of his harem, was that beautiful termagant, Barbara +Villiers, wife of the accommodating Roger Palmer, Earl of Castle- +maine. + +There was no lack--there never is in such cases--of those who out +of concern and love for the happily deluded wife lifted the veil +for her, and made her aware of the facts of his Majesty's +association with my Lady Castle-maine--an association dating back +to the time when he was still a homeless wanderer. The knowledge +would appear to have troubled the poor soul profoundly; but the +climax of her distress was reached when, on her coming to +Whitehall, she found at the head of the list of ladies-in-waiting +assigned to her the name of my Lady Castlemaine. The forlorn +little woman's pride rose up before this outrage. She struck out +that offending name, and gave orders that the favourite was not +to be admitted to her presence. + +But she reckoned without Charles. For all his urbane, good- +tempered, debonair ways, there was an ugly cynical streak in his +nature, manifested now in the manner in which he dealt with this +situation. Himself he led his boldly handsome favourite by the +hand into his wife's presence, before the whole Court assembled, +and himself presented her to Catherine, what time that Court, +dissolute and profligate as it was, looked on in amazement at so +outrageous a slight to the dignity of a queen. + +What followed may well have exceeded all expectations. Catherine +stiffened as if the blow dealt her had been physical. Gradually +her face paled until it was grey and drawn; tears of outraged +pride and mortification flooded her eyes. And then, as if +something snapped within her brain under this stress of bitter +emotion, blood gushed from her nostrils, and she sank back in a +swoon into the arms of her Portuguese ladies. + +Confusion followed, and under cover of it Charles and his light +of love withdrew, realizing that if he lingered not all his easy +skill in handling delicate situations could avail him to save his +royal dignity. + +Naturally the experiment was not to be repeated. But since it was +his wish that the Countess of Castlemaine should be established +as one of the Queen's ladies--or, rather, since it was her +ladyship's wish, and since Charles was as wax in her ladyship's +hands--it became necessary to have the Queen instructed in what +was, in her husband's view, fitting. For this task he selected +Clarendon. But the Chancellor, who had so long and loyally played +Mentor to Charles's Telemachus, sought now to guide him in +matters moral as he had hitherto guided him in matters political. + +Clarendon declined the office of mediator, and even expostulated +with Charles upon the unseemliness of the course upon which his +Majesty was bent. + +"Surely, sire, it is for her Majesty to say who shall and who +shall not be the ladies of her bedchamber. And I nothing marvel +at her decision in this instance." + +"Yet I tell you, my lord, that it is a decision that shall be +revoked." + +"By whom, sire?" the Chancellor asked him gravely. + +"By her Majesty, of course." + +"Under coercion, of which you ask me to be the instrument," said +Clarendon, in the tutorly manner he had used with the King from +the latter's boyhood. "Yourself, sire, at a time when your own +wishes did not warp your judgment, have condemned the very thing +that now you are urging. Yourself, sire, hotly blamed your +cousin, King Louis, for thrusting Mademoiselle de Valliere upon +his queen. You will not have forgotten the things you said then +of King Louis." + +Charles remembered those unflattering criticisms which he was now +invited to apply to his own case. He bit his lip, admitting +himself in check. + +But anon--no doubt in obedience to the overbearing suasion of my +Lady Castlemaine--he returned to the attack, and sent the +Chancellor his orders in a letter demanding unquestioning +obedience. + +"Use your best endeavours," wrote Charles, "to facilitate what I +am sure my honour is so much concerned in. And whosoever I find +to be my Lady Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do promise +upon my word to be his enemy so long as I live." + +My Lord Clarendon had few illusions on the score of mankind. He +knew his world from froth to dregs--having studied it under a +variety of conditions. Yet that letter from his King was a bitter +draught. All that Charles possessed and was he owed to Clarendon. +Yet in such a contest as this, Charles did not hesitate to pen +that bitter, threatening line: "Whosoever I find to be my Lady +Castlemaine's enemy in this matter, I do promise upon my word to +be his enemy so long as I live." + +All that Clarendon had done in the past was to count for nothing +unless he also did the unworthy thing that Charles now demanded. +All that he had accomplished in the service of his King was to be +swept into oblivion by the breath of a spiteful wanton. + +Clarendon swallowed the draught and sought the Queen, upon that +odious embassy with whose ends he was so entirely out of +sympathy. He used arguments whose hollowness was not more obvious +to the Queen than to himself. + +That industrious and entertaining chronicler of trifles, Mr. +Pepys, tells us, scandalized, in his diary that on the following +day the talk of the Court was all upon a midnight scene between +the royal couple in the privacy of their own apartments, so +stormy that the sounds of it were plainly to be heard in the +neighbouring chambers. + +You conceive the poor little woman, smarting under the insult of +Charles's proposal by the mouth of Clarendon, assailing her royal +husband, and fiercely upbraiding him with his lack not merely of +affection but even of the respect that was her absolute due. And +Charles, his purpose set, urged to it by the handsome termagant +whom he dared not refuse, stirred out of his indolent good- +nature, turning upon her, storming back, and finally threatening +her with the greater disgrace of seeing herself pack ed home to +Portugal, unless she would submit to the lesser disgrace he +thrust upon her here. + +Whether by these or by other arguments he made his will prevail, +prevail it did. Catherine of Braganza swallowed her pride and +submitted. And a very complete submission it was. Lady Castlemaine +was not only installed as a Lady of the Bedchamber, but very soon +we find the Queen treating her with a friendliness that provoked +comment and amazement. + +The favourite's triumph was complete, and marked by an increasing +insolence, most marked in her demeanour towards the Chancellor, +of whose views on the subject, as expressed to the King, she was +aware. Consequently she hated him with all the spiteful +bitterness that is inseparable from the nature of such women. And +she hated him the more because, wrapped in his cold contempt, he +moved in utter unconcern of her hostility. In this hatred she +certainly did not lack for allies, members of that licentious +court whose hostility towards the austere Chancellor was begotten +of his own scorn of them. Among them they worked to pull him +down. + +The attempt to undermine his influence with the King proving +vain--for Charles was as well aware of its inspiration as of the +Chancellor's value to him--that crew of rakes went laboriously +and insidiously to work upon the public mind, which is to say the +public ignorance--most fruitful soil for scandal against the +great. Who shall say how far my lady and the Court were +responsible for the lampoon affixed one day to my Lord +Clarendon's gatepost: + + Three sights to be seen: + Dunkirk, Tangier, and a barren queen. + +Her ladyship might well have considered the unpopularity of the +Chancellor as the crown of her triumph, had this triumph been as +stable as she could have wished. But, Charles being what he was, +it follows that her ladyship had frequent, if transient, anxious +jealousies to mar the perfection of her existence, to remind her +how insecure is the tenure of positions such as hers, ever at the +mercy of the very caprice to existence. + +And then, at long length, there came a day of horrid dread for +her, a day when she found herself bereft of her influence with +her royal lover, when pleadings and railings failed alike to sway +him. In part she owed it to an indiscretion of her own, but in +far greater measure to a child of sixteen, of a golden-headed, +fresh, youthful loveliness, and a nature that still found +pleasure in dolls and kindred childish things, yet of a quick and +lively wit, and a clear, intelligent mind, untroubled either by +the assiduity of the royal attentions or the fact that she was +become the toast of the day. + +This was Miss Frances Stewart, the daughter of Lord Blantyre, +newly come to Court as a Lady-in-Waiting to her Majesty. How +profound an impression her beauty made upon the admittedly +impressionable old Pepys you may study in his diary. He had a +glimpse of her one day riding in the Park with the King, and a +troop of ladies, among whom my Lady Castlemaine, looking, as he +tells us, "mighty out of humour." There was a moment when Miss +Stewart came very near to becoming Queen of England, and although +she never reached that eminence, yet her effigy not only found +its way into the coinage, but abides there to this day (more +perdurable than that of any actual queen) in the figure of +Britannia, for which she was the model. + +Charles wooed her openly. It was never his way to study +appearances in these matters. He was so assiduous that it became +customary in that winter of 1666 for those seeking the King at +Whitehall to inquire whether he were above or below--"below" +meaning Miss Stewart's apartments on the ground-floor of the +palace, in which apartments his Majesty was a constant visitor. +And since where the King goes the Court follows, and where the +King smiles there the Court fawns, it resulted that this child +now found herself queering it over a court that flocked to her +apartments. Gallants and ladies came there to flirt and to +gossip, to gamble and to pay homage. + +About a great table in her splendid salon, a company of rustling, +iridescent fops in satin and heavy periwigs, and of ladies with +curled head-dresses and bare shoulders, played at basset one +night in January. Conversation rippled, breaking here and there +into laughter, white, jewelled hands reached out for cards, or +for a share of the heaps of gold that swept this way and that +with the varying fortunes of the game. + +My Lady Castlemaine, seated between Etheredge and Rochester, +played in silence, with lips tight-set and brooding eyes. She had +lost, it is true, some L1500 that night; yet, a prodigal +gamester, and one who came easily by money, she had been known to +lose ten times that sum and yet preserve her smile. The source of +her ill-humour was not the game. She played recklessly, her +attention wandering; those handsome, brooding eyes of hers were +intent upon watching what went on at the other end of the long +room. There, at a smaller table, sat Miss Stewart, half a dozen +gallants hovering near her, engaged upon a game of cards of a +vastly different sort. Miss Stewart did not gamble. The only +purpose she could find for cards was to build castles; and +here she was building one with the assistance of her gallants, +and under the superintendence of his Grace of Buckingham, who +was as skilled in this as in other equally unstable forms of +architecture. + +Apart, over by the fire, in a great chair of gilt leather, +lounged the King, languidly observing this smaller party, a +faint, indolent smile o n his swarthy, saturnine countenance. +Absently, with one hand he stroked a little spaniel that was +curled in his lap. A black boy in a gorgeous, plumed turban and a +long, crimson surcoat arabesqued in gold--there were three or +four such attendants about the room--proffered him a cup of +posses on a golden salver. + +The King rose, thrust aside the little blackamoor, and with his +spaniel under his arm, sauntered across to Miss Stewart's table. +Soon he found himself alone with her--the others having removed +themselves on his approach, as jackals fall back before the +coming of the lion. The last to go, and with signs of obvious +reluctance, was his Grace of Richmond, a delicately-built, +uncomely, but very glittering gentleman. + +Charles faced her across the table, the tall house of cards +standing between them. + +Miss invited his Majesty's admiration for my Lord of Buckingham's +architecture. Pouf! His Majesty blew, and the edifice rustled +down to a mere heap of cards again. + +"Symbol of kingly power," said Miss, pertly. "You demolish better +than you build, sire." + +"Oddsfish! If you challenge me, it were easy to prove you wrong," +quoth he. + +"Pray do. The cards are here." + +"Cards! Pooh! Card castles are well enough for Buckingham. But +such is not the castle I'll build you if you command me." + +"I command the King's Majesty? Mon Dieu! But it would be treason +surely." + +"Not greater treason than to have enslaved me." His fine eyes +were oddly ardent. "Shall I build you this castle, child?" + +Miss looked at him, and looked away. Her eyelids fluttered +distractingly. She fetched a sigh. + +"The castle that your Majesty would build for any but your Queen +must prove a prison." + +She rose, and, looking across the room, she met the handsome, +scowling eyes of the neglected favourite. "My Lady Castlemaine +looks as if she feared that fortune were not favouring her." She +was so artless that Charles could not be sure there was a double +meaning to her speech. "Shall we go see how she is faring?" she +added, with a disregard for etiquette, whose artlessness he also +doubted. + +He yielded, of course. That was his way with beauty, especially +with beauty not yet reduced into possession. But the characteristic +urbanity with which he sauntered beside her across the room was +no more than a mask upon his chagrin. It was always thus that +pretty Frances Stewart used him. She always knew how to elude him +and, always with that cursed air of artlessness, uttered seemingly +simple sentences that clung to his mind to tantalize him. + +"The castle your Majesty would build for any but your Queen must +prove a prison." What had she meant by that? Must he take her to +queen before she would allow him to build a castle for her? + +It was an insistent, haunting thought, wracking his mind. He knew +there was a party hostile to the Duke of York and Clarendon, +which, fearing the succession of the former, and, so, of the +grandchildren of the latter, as a result of Catherine of +Braganza's childlessness, strongly favoured the King's divorce. + +It was a singular irony that my Lady Castlemaine should be +largely responsible for the existence of that party. In her +hatred for Clarendon, and her blind search for weapons that would +slay the Chancellor, she had, if not actually invented, at least +helped to give currency to the silly slander that Clarendon had +deliberately chosen for Charles a barren queen, so as to ensure +the ultimate succession of his own daughter's children. But she +had never thought to see that slander recoil upon her as it now +did; she had never thought that a party would come to rise up in +consequence that would urge divorce upon the King at the very +moment when he was consumed by passion for the unattainable, +artlessly artful Frances Stewart. + +It was Buckingham, greatly daring, who slyly made himself that +party's mouthpiece. The suggestion startled Charles, voicing, as +perhaps it did, the temptation by which he was secretly assailed. +He looked at Buckingham, frowning. + +"I verily believe you are the wickedest dog in England." + +The impudent gallant made a leg. "For a subject, sire, I believe +I am." + +Charles--with whom the amusing word seems ever to have been more +compelling than the serious--laughed his soft, mellow laugh. Then +he sighed, and the frown of thought returned. + +"It would be a wicked thing to make a poor lady miserable only +because she is my wife, and has no children by me, which is no +fault of hers." + +He was a thoroughly bad husband, but his indolent good-nature +shrank from purchasing his desires at the price of so much +ignominy to the Queen. Before that could come to pass it would be +necessary to give the screw of temptation another turn or two. +And it was Miss Stewart herself who--in all innocence--supplied +what was required in that direction. Driven to bay by the +importunities of Charles, she announced at last that it was her +intention to retire from Court, so as to preserve herself from +the temptations by which she was beset, and to determine the +uneasiness which, through no fault of her own, her presence was +occasioning the Queen; and she announced further, that, so +desperate had she been rendered that she would marry any +gentleman of fifteen hundred pounds a year who would have her in +honour. + +You behold Charles reduced to a state of panic. He sought to +bribe her with offers of any settlements she chose to name, or +any title she coveted, offering her these things at the nation's +expense as freely and lightly as the jewels he had tossed into +her lap, or the collar of pearls worth sixteen hundred pounds he +had put about her neck. The offers were ineffectual, and Charles, +driven almost to distraction by such invulnerable virtue, might +now have yielded to the insidious whispers of divorce and re- +marriage had not my Lady Castlemaine taken a hand in the game. + +Her ladyship, dwelling already, as a consequence of that royal +infatuation for Miss Stewart, in the cold, rarefied atmosphere of +a neglect that amounted almost to disgrace, may have considered +with bitterness how her attempt to exploit her hatred of the +Chancellor had recoiled upon herself. + +In the blackest hour of her despair, when hope seemed almost +dead, she made a discovery--or, rather, the King's page, the +ineffable Chiffinch, Lord Keeper of the Back Stairs and Grand- +Eunuch of the Royal Seraglio, who was her ladyship's friend, made +it and communicated it to her There had been one ardent +respondent in the Duke of Richmond to that proclamation of Miss +Stewart's that she would marry any gentleman of fifteen hundred +pounds a year. Long enamoured of her, his Grace saw here his +opportunity, and he seized it. Consequently he was now in +constant attendance upon her, but very secretly, since he feared +the King's displeasure. + +My Lady Castlemaine, having discovered this, and being well +served in the matter by Chiffinch, spied her opportunity. It came +one cold night towards the end of February of that year 1667. +Charles, going below at a late hour to visit Miss Stewart, when +he judged that she would be alone, was informed by her maid that +Miss was not receiving, a headache compelling her to keep her +room. + +His Majesty returned above in a very ill-humour, to find himself +confronted in his own apartments by my Lady Castlemaine. +Chiffinch had introduced her by the back-stairs entrance. Charles +stiffened at sight of her. + +"I hope I may be allowed to pay my homage," says she, on a note +of irony, "although the angelic Stewart has forbid you to see me +at my own house. I come to condole with you upon the affliction +and grief into which the new-fashioned chastity of the inhuman +Stewart has reduced your Majesty." + +"You are pleased to be amused, ma'am," says Charles frostily. + +"I will not," she returned him, "make use of reproaches which +would disgrace myself; still less will I endeavour to excuse +frailties in myself which nothing can justify, since your +constancy for me deprives me of all defence." Her ladyship, you +see, had a considerable gift of sarcasm. + +"In that case, may I ask you why you have come?" + +"To open your eyes. Because I cannot bear that you should be made +the jest of your own Court." + +"Madam!" + +"Ah! You didn't know, of course, that you are being laughed at +for the gross manner in which you are being imposed upon by the +Stewart's affectations, any more than you know that whilst you +are denied admittance to her apartments, under the presence of +some indisposition, the Duke of Richmond is with her now." + +"That is false," he was beginning, very indignantly. + +"I do not desire you to take my word for it. If you will follow +me, you will no longer be the dupe of a false prude, who makes +you act so ridiculous a part." + +She took him, still half-resisting, by the hand, and in silence +led him, despite his reluctance, back by the way he had so lately +come. Outside her rival's door she left him, but she paused at +the end of the gallery to make sure that he had entered. + +Within he found himself confronted by several of Miss Stewart's +chambermaids, who respectfully barred his way, one of them +informing him scarcely above a whisper that her mistress had been +very ill since his Majesty left, but that, being gone to bed, she +was, God be thanked, in a very fine sleep. + +"That I must see," said the King. And, since one of the women +placed herself before the door of the inner room, his Majesty +unceremoniously took her by the shoulders and put her aside. + +He thrust open the door, and stepped without further ceremony +into the well-lighted bedroom. Miss Stewart occupied the +handsome, canopied bed. But far from being as he had been told, +in "a very fine sleep," she was sitting up; and far from +presenting an ailing appearance, she looked radiantly well and +very lovely in her diaphanous sleeping toilet, with golden +ringlets in distracting disarray Nor was she alone. By her pillow +sat one who, if at first to be presumed her physician, proved +upon scrutiny to be the Duke of Richmond. + +The King's swarthy face turned a variety of colours, his languid +eyes lost all trace of languor. Those who knew his nature might +have expected that he would now deliver himself with that +sneering sarcasm, that indolent cynicism, which he used upon +occasion. But he was too deeply stirred for acting. His self- +control deserted him entirely. Exactly what he said has not been +preserved for us. All that we are told is that he signified his +resentment in such terms as he had never before used; and that +his Grace, almost petrified by the King's most royal rage, +uttered never a word in answer. The windows of the room +overlooked the Thames. The King's eyes strayed towards them. +Richmond was slight of build, Charles vigorous and athletic. His +Grace took the door betimes lest the window should occur to his +Majesty, and so he left the lady alone with the outraged monarch. + +Thereafter Charles did not have it all quite his own way. Miss +Stewart faced him in an indignation nothing less than his own, +and she was very far from attempting any such justification of +herself, or her conduct, as he may have expected. + +"Will your Majesty be more precise as to the grounds of your +complaint?" she invited him challengingly. + +That checked his wildness. It brought him up with a round turn. +His jaw fell, and he stared at her, lost now for words. Of this +she took the fullest advantage. + +"If I am not allowed to receive visits from a man of the Duke of +Richmond's rank, who comes with honourable intentions, then I am +a slave in a free country. I know of no engagement that should +prevent me from disposing of my hand as I think fit. But if this +is not permitted me in your Majesty's dominions, I do not believe +there is any power on earth can prevent me going back to France, +and throwing myself into a convent, there to enjoy the peace +denied me at this Court." + +With that she melted into tears, and his discomfiture was +complete. On his knees he begged her forgiveness for the injury +he had done her. But Miss was not in a forgiving humour. + +"If your Majesty would graciously consent to leave me now in +peace," said she, "you would avoid offending by a longer visit +those who accompanied or conducted you to my apartments." + +She had drawn a bow at a venture but shrewdly, and the shaft went +home Charles rose, red in the face. Swearing he would never speak +to her again, he stalked out. + +Later, however, he considered. If he felt bitterly aggrieved, he +must also have realized that he had no just grounds for this, and +that in his conduct in Miss Stewart's room he had been entirely +ridiculous. She was rightly resolved against being lightly worn +by any man. If anything, the reflection must have fanned his +passion. It was impossible, he thought, that she should love that +knock-kneed fellow, Richmond, who had no graces either of body or +of mind, and if she suffered the man's suit, it must be, as she +had all but said, so that she might be delivered from the +persecution to which his Majesty had submitted her. The thought +of her marrying Richmond, or, indeed, anybody, was unbearable to +Charles, and it may have stifled his last scruple in the matter +of the divorce. + +His first measure next morning was to banish Richmond from the +Court. But Richmond had not stayed for the order to quit. The +King's messenger found him gone already. + +Then Charles took counsel in the matter with the Chancellor. +Clarendon's habitual gravity was increased to sternness. He spoke +to the King--taking the fullest advantage of the tutelary +position in which for the last twenty-five years he had stood to +him--much as he had spoken when Charles had proposed to make +Barbara Palmer a Lady of the Queen's Bedchamber, saving that he +was now even more uncompromising. The King was not pleased with +him. But just as he had had his way, despite the Chancellor, in +that other matter, so he would have his way despite him now. +This time, however, the Chancellor took no risks. He feared too +much the consequences for Charles, and he determined to spare no +effort to avoid a scandal, and to save the already deeply-injured +Queen. So he went secretly to work to outwit the King. He made +himself the protector of those lovers, the Duke of Richmond and +Miss Stewart, with the result that one dark night, a week or two +later, the lady stole away from the Palace of White-hall, and +made her way to the Bear Tavern, at the Bridge-foot, Westminster, +where Richmond awaited her with a coach. And so, by the secret +favour of the Lord Chancellor, they stole away to Kent and +matrimony. + +That was checkmate indeed to Charles who swore all manner of +things in his mortification. But it was not until some six weeks +later that he learnt by whose agency the thing had been +accomplished. He learnt it, not a doubt, from my Lady +Castlemaine. + +The estrangement between her ladyship and the King, which dated +back to the time of his desperate courtship of Miss Stewart, was +at last made up; and once again we see her ladyship triumphant, +and firmly established in the amorous King's affections. She had +cause to be grateful to the Chancellor for this. But her +vindictive nature remembered only the earlier injury still +unavenged. Here at last was her chance to pay off that score. +Clarendon, beset by enemies on every hand, yet trusting in the +King whom he had served so well, stood his ground unintimidated +and unmoved--an oak that had weathered mightier storms than this. +He did not dream that he was in the power of an evil woman. And +that woman used her power. When all else failed, she told the +King of Clarendon's part in the flight of Miss Stewart, and lest +the King should be disposed to pardon the Chancellor out of +consideration for his motives, represented him as a self-seeker, +and charged him with having acted thus so as to make sure of +keeping his daughter's children by the Duke of York in the +succession. + +That was the end. Charles withdrew his protection, threw +Clarendon to the wolves. He sent the Duke of Albemarle to him +with a command that he should surrender his seals of office. The +proud old man refused to yield his seals to any but the King +himself. He may have hoped that the memory of all that lay +between them would rise up once more when they were face to face. +So he came in person to Whitehall to make surrender. He walked +deliberately, firmly, and with head erect, through the hostile +throng of courtiers--"especially the buffoones and ladys of +pleasure," as Evelyn says. + +Of his departure thence, his disgrace now consummated, Pepys has +left us a vivid picture: + +"When he went from the King on Monday morning my Lady Castlemaine +was in bed (though about twelve o'clock), and ran out in her +smock into her aviary looking into Whitehall Gardens; and thither +her woman brought her her nightgown; and she stood, blessing +herself at the old man's going away; and several of the gallants +of Whitehall--of which there were many staying to see the +Chancellor's return--did talk to her in her birdcage; among +others Blandford, telling her she was the bird of passage." + +Clarendon lingered, melancholy and disillusioned, at his fine +house in Piccadilly until, impeached by Parliament, he remembered +Strafford's fate, and set out to tread once more and for the +remainder of his days the path of exile. + +Time avenged him. Two of his granddaughters--Mary and Anne-- +reigned successively as queens in England. + + + + + +X. THE TRAGEDY OF HERRENHAUSEN + +Count Philip Königsmark and the Princess Sophia Dorothea + + + +He was accounted something of a scamp throughout Europe, and +particularly in England, where he had been associated with his +brother in the killing of Mr. Thynne. But the seventeenth century +did not look for excessively nice scruples in a soldier of +fortune; and so it condoned the lack of virtue in Count Philip +Christof Königsmark for the sake of his personal beauty, his +elegance, his ready wit, and his magnificent address. The court +of Hanover made him warmly welcome, counting itself the richer +for his presence; whilst he, on his side, was retained there by +the Colonelcy in the Electoral Guard to which he had been +appointed, and by his deep and ill-starred affection for the +Princess Sophia Dorothea, the wife of the Electoral Prince, who +later was to reign in England as King George I. + +His acquaintance with her dated back to childhood, for they had +been playmates at her father's ducal court of Zell, where +Königsmark had been brought up. With adolescence he had gone out +into the world to seek the broader education which it offered to +men of quality and spirit. He had fought bulls in Madrid, and the +infidel overseas; he had wooed adventure wherever it was to be +met, until romance hung about him like an aura. Thus Sophia met +him again, a dazzling personality, whose effulgence shone the +more brightly against the dull background of that gross +Hanoverian court; an accomplished, graceful, self-reliant man of +the world, in whom she scarcely recognized her sometime playmate. + +The change he found in her was no less marked, though of a +different kind. The sweet child he had known--she had been +married in 1682, at the age of sixteen--had come in her ten years +of wedded life to the fulfilment of the handsome promise of her +maidenhood. But her beauty was spiritualized by a certain +wistfulness that had not been there before, that should not have +been there now had all been well. The sprightliness inherent in +her had not abated, but it had assumed a certain warp of +bitterness; humour, which is of the heart, had given place in her +to wit, which is of the mind, and this wit was barbed, and a +little reckless of how or where it offended. + +Königsmark observed these changes that the years had wrought, and +knew enough of her story to account for them. He knew of her +thwarted love for her cousin, the Duke of Wolfenbuttel, thwarted +for the sake of dynastic ambition, to the end that by marrying +her to the Electoral Prince George the whole of the Duchy of +Luneberg might be united. Thus, for political reasons, she had +been thrust into a union that was mutually loveless; for Prince +George had as little affection to bring to it as herself. Yet for +a prince the door to compensations is ever open. Prince George's +taste, as is notorious, was ever for ugly women, and this taste +he indulged so freely, openly, and grossly that the coldness +towards him with which Sophia had entered the alliance was +eventually converted into disgust and contempt. + +Thus matters stood between that ill-matched couple; contempt on +her side, cold dislike on his, a dislike that was fully shared by +his father, the Elector, Ernest Augustus, and encouraged in the +latter by the Countess von Platen. + +Madame von Platen, the wife of the Elector's chief minister of +state, was--with the connivance of her despicable husband, who +saw therein the means to his own advancement--the acknowledged +mistress of Ernest Augustus. She was a fleshly, gauche, vain, and +ill-favoured woman. Malevolence sat in the creases of her painted +face, and peered from her mean eyes. Yet, such as she was, the +Elector Ernest loved her. His son's taste for ugly women would +appear to have been hereditary. + +Between the Countess and Sophia there was a deadly feud. The +princess had mortally offended her father-in-law's favourite. Not +only had she never troubled to dissemble the loathing which that +detestable woman inspired in her, but she had actually given it +such free and stinging expression as had provoked against Madame +von Platen the derision of the court, a derision so ill-concealed +that echoes of it had reached its object, and made her aware of +the source from whence it sprang. + +It was into this atmosphere of hostility that the advent of the +elegant, romantic Königsmark took place. He found the stage set +for comedy of a grim and bitter kind, which he was himself, by +his recklessness, to convert into tragedy. + +It began by the Countess von Platen's falling in love with him. +It was some time before he suspected it, though heaven knows he +did not lack for self-esteem. Perhaps it was this very self- +esteem that blinded him here to the appalling truth. Yet in the +end understanding came to him. When the precise significance of +the fond leer of that painted harridan's repellent coquetry was +borne in upon him he felt the skin of his body creep and roughen +But he dissembled craftily. He was a venal scamp, after all, and +in the court of Hanover he saw opportunities to employ his gifts +and his knowledge of the great world in such a way as to win to +eminence. He saw that the Elector's favourite could be of use to +him; and it is not your adventurer's way to look too closely into +the nature of the ladder by which he has the chance to climb. + +Skilfully, craftily, then, he played the enamoured countess so +long as her fondness for him might be useful, her hostility +detrimental. But once the Colonelcy of the Electoral Guards was +firmly in his grasp, and an intimate friendship had ripened +between himself and Prince Charles--the Elector's younger son-- +sufficiently to ensure his future, he plucked off the mask and +allied himself with Sophia in her hostility towards Madame von +Platen. He did worse. Some little time thereafter, whilst on a +visit to the court of Poland, he made one night in his cups a +droll story of the amorous persecution which he had suffered at +Madame von Platen's hands. + +It was a tale that set the profligate company in a roar. But +there was one present who afterwards sent a report of it to the +Countess, and you conceive the nature of the emotions it aroused +in her. Her rage was the greater for being stifled. It was +obviously impossible for her to appeal to her lover, the Elector, +to avenge her. From the Elector, above all others, must the +matter be kept concealed. But not on that account would she forgo +the vengeance due. She would present a reckoning in full ere all +was done, and bitterly should the presumptuous young adventurer +who had flouted her be made to pay. + +The opportunity was very soon to be afforded her. It arose more +or less directly out of an act in which she indulged her spite +against Sophia. This lay in throwing Melusina Schulemberg into +the arms of the Electoral Prince. Melusina, who was years +afterwards to be created Duchess of Kendal, had not yet attained +to that completeness of lank, bony hideousness that was later to +distinguish her in England. But even in youth she could boast of +little attraction. Prince George, however, was easily attracted. +A dull, undignified libertine, addicted to over-eating, heavy +drinking, and low conversation, he found in Melusina von +Schulemberg an ideal mate. Her installation as maîtresse en-titre +took place publicly at a ball given by Prince George at +Herrenhausen, a ball at which the Princess Sophia was present. + +Accustomed, inured, as she was to the coarse profligacy of her +dullard husband, and indifferent to his philandering as her +contempt of him now left her, yet in the affront thus publicly +offered her, she felt that the limit of endurance had been +reached. Next day it was found that she had disappeared from +Herrenhausen. She had fled to her father's court at Zell. + +But her father received her coldly; lectured her upon the freedom +and levity of her manners, which he condemned as unbecoming the +dignity of her rank; recommended her to use in future greater +prudence, and a proper, wifely submission; and, the homily +delivered, packed her back to her husband at Herrenhausen. + +George's reception of her on her return was bitterly hostile. She +had been guilty of a more than usual, of an unpardonable want of +respect for him. She must learn what was due to her station, and +to her husband. He would thank her to instruct herself in these +matters against his return from Berlin, whither he was about to +journey, and he warned her that he would suffer no more tantrums +of that kind. + +Thus he delivered himself, with cold hate in his white, flabby, +frog-face and in the very poise of his squat, ungainly figure. + +Thereafter he departed for Berlin, bearing hate of her with him, +and leaving hate and despair behind. + +It was then, in this despair, that Sophia looked about her for a +true friend to lend her the aid she so urgently required; to +rescue her from her intolerable, soul-destroying fate. And at her +elbow, against this dreadful need, Destiny had placed her +sometime playmate, her most devoted friend--as she accounted +him, and as, indeed, he was--the elegant, reckless Königsmark, +with his beautiful face, his golden mane, and his unfathomable +blue eyes. + +Walking with him one summer day between clipped hedges in the +formal gardens of Herrenhausen--that palace as squat and +ungraceful as those who had built and who inhabited it--she +opened her heart to him very fully, allowed him, in her +overwhelming need of sympathy, to see things which for very shame +she had hitherto veiled from all other eyes. She kept nothing +back; she dwelt upon her unhappiness with her boorish husband, +told him of slights and indignities innumerable, whose pain she +had hitherto so bravely dissembled, confessed, even, that he had +beaten her upon occasion. + +Königsmark went red and white by turns, with the violent surge of +his emotions, and the deep sapphire eyes blazed with wrath when +she came at last to the culminating horror of blows endured. + +"It is enough, madame," he cried. "I swear to you, as Heaven +hears me, that he shall be punished." + +"Punished?" she echoed, checking in her stride, and looked at him +with a smile of sad incredulity. "It is not his punishment I +seek, my friend, but my own salvation." + +"The one can be accomplished with the other," he answered hotly, +and struck the cut-steel hilt of his sword. "You shall be rid of +this lout as soon as ever I can come to him. I go after him to +Berlin to-night." + +The colour all faded from her cheeks, her sensitive lips fell +apart, as she looked at him aghast. + +"Why, what would you do? What do you mean?" she asked him. + +"I will send him the length of my sword, and so make a widow of +you, madame." + +She shook her head. "Princes do not fight," she said, on a note +of contempt. + +"I shall so shame him that he will have no alternative--unless, +indeed, he is shameless. I will choose my occasion shrewdly, put +an affront on him one evening in his cups, when drink shall have +made him valiant enough to commit himself to a meeting. If even +that will not answer, and he still shields himself behind his +rank--why, there are other ways to serve him." He was thinking, +perhaps, of Mr. Thynne. + +The heat of so much reckless, romantic fury on her behalf warmed +the poor lady, who had so long been chilled for want of sympathy, +and starved of love. Impulsively she caught his hand in hers. + +"My friend, my friend!" she cried, on a note that quivered and +broke. "You are mad--wonderfully beautifully mad, but mad. What +would become of you if you did this?" + +He swept the consideration aside by a contemptuous, almost angry +gesture. "Does that matter? I am concerned with what is to become +of you. I was born for your service, my princess, and the service +being rendered . . ." He shrugged and smiled, threw out his hands +and let them fall again to his sides in an eloquent gesture. He +was the complete courtier, the knight-errant, the romantic preux- +chevalier all in one. + +She drew closer to him, took the blue lapels of his military coat +in her white hands, and looked pathetically up into his beautiful +face. If ever she wanted to kiss a man, she surely wanted to kiss +Königsmark in that moment, but as she might have kissed a loving +brother, in token of her deep gratitude for his devotion to her +who had known so little true devotion. + +"If you knew," she said, "what balsam this proof of your +friendship has poured upon the wounds of my soul, you would +understand my utter lack of words in which to thank you. You +dumbfound me, my friend; I can find no expression for my +gratitude." + +"I ask no gratitude," quoth he. "I am all gratitude myself that +you should have come to me in the hour of your need. I but ask +your leave to serve you in my own way." + +She shook her head. She saw his blue eyes grow troubled. + +He was about to speak, to protest, but she hurried on. "Serve me +if you will--God knows I need the service of a loyal friend--but +serve me as I shall myself decide--no other way." + +"But what alternative service can exist?" he asked, almost +impatiently. + +"I have it in mind to escape from this horrible place--to quit +Hanover, never to return." + +"But to go whither?" + +"Does it matter? Anywhere away from this hateful court, and this +hateful life; anywhere, since my father will not let me find +shelter at Zell, as I had hoped. Had it not been for the thought +of my children, I should have fled long ago. For the sake of +those two little ones I have suffered patiently through all these +years. But the limit of endurance has been reached and passed. +Take me away. Königsmark!" She was clutching his lapels again. +"If you would really serve me, help me to escape." + +His hands descended upon hers, and held them prisoned against his +breast. A flush crept into his fair cheeks, there was a sudden +kindling of the eyes that looked down into her own piteous ones. +These sensitive, romantic natures are quickly stirred to passion, +ever ready to yield to the adventure of it. + +"My princess," he said, "you may count upon your Königsmark while +he has life." Disengaging her hands from his lapels, but still +holding them, he bowed low over them, so low that his heavy +golden mane tumbled forward on either side of his handsome head +to form a screen under cover of which he pressed his lips upon +her fingers. + +She let him have his will with her hands. It was little enough +reward for so much devotion. + +"I thank you again," she breathed. "And now I must think--I must +consider where I can count upon finding refuge." + +That cooled his ardour a little. His own high romantic notion +was, no doubt, to fling her there and then upon the withers of +his horse, and so ride out into the wide world to carve a kingdom +for her with his sword. Her sober words dispelled the dream, +revealed to him that it was not quite intended he should +hereafter be her custodian. And there for the moment the matter +was suspended. + +Both had behaved quite recklessly. Each should have remembered +that an Electoral Princess is not wise to grant a protracted +interview, accompanied by lapel-holding, hand-holding, and hand- +kissings, within sight of the windows of a palace. And, as it +happened, behind one of those windows lurked the Countess von +Platen, watching them jealously, and without any disposition to +construe the meeting innocently. Was she not the deadly enemy of +both? Had not the Princess whetted satire upon her, and had not +Königsmark scorned the love she proffered him, and then +unpardonably published it in a ribald story to excite the mirth +of profligates? + +That evening the Countess purposefully sought her lover, the +Elector. + +"Your son is away in Prussia," quoth she. "Who guards his honour +in his absence?" + +"George's honour?" quoth the Elector, bulging eyes staring at the +Countess. He did not laugh, as might have been expected at the +notion of guarding something whose existence was not easily +discerned. He had no sense of humour, as his appearance +suggested. He was a short, fat man with a face shaped like a +pear--narrow in the brow and heavy in the jowl. "What the devil +do you mean?" he asked. + +"I mean that this foreign adventurer, Königsmark, and Sophia grow +too intimate." + +"Sophia!" Thick eyebrows were raised until they almost met the +line of his ponderous peruke. His face broke into malevolent +creases expressive of contempt. + +"That white-faced ninny! Bah!" Her very virtue was matter for +his scorn. + +"It is these white-faced ninnies can be most sly," replied the +Countess, out of her worldly wisdom. "Listen a moment now." And +she related, with interest rather than discount, you may be sure, +what she had witnessed that afternoon. + +The malevolence deepened in his face. He had never loved Sophia, +and he felt none the kinder towards her for her recent trip to +Zell. Then, too, being a libertine, and the father of a +libertine, it logically followed that unchastity in his women- +folk was in his eyes the unpardonable sin. + +He heaved himself out of his deep chair. "How far has this +gone?" he demanded. + +Prudence restrained the Countess from any over-statement that +might afterwards be disproved. Besides, there was not the need, +if she could trust her senses. Patience and vigilance would +presently afford her all the evidence required to damn the pair. +She said as much, and promised the Elector that she would +exercise herself the latter quality in his son's service. Again +the Elector did not find it grotesque that his mistress should +appoint herself the guardian of his son's honour. + +The Countess went about that congenial task with zeal--though +George's honour was the least thing that concerned her. What +concerned her was the dishonour of Sophia, and the ruin of +Königsmark. So she watched assiduously, and set others, too, to +watch for her and to report. And almost daily now she had for the +Elector a tale of whisperings and hand-pressings, and secret +stolen meetings between the guilty twain. The Elector enraged, +and would have taken action, but that the guileful Countess +curbed him. All this was not enough. An accusation that could not +be substantiated would ruin all chance of punishing the +offenders, might recoil, indeed, upon the accusers by bringing +the Duke of Zell to his daughter's aid. So they must wait yet +awhile until they held more absolute proof of this intrigue. + +And then at last one day the Countess sped in haste to the +Elector with word that Königsmark and the Princess had shut +themselves up together in the garden pavilion. Let him come at +once, and he should so discover them for himself, and thus at +last be able to take action. The Countess was flushed with +triumph. Be that meeting never so innocent--and Madame von Platen +could not, being what she was, and having seen what she had seen, +conceive it innocent--it was in an Electoral Princess an +unforgivable indiscretion, to take the most charitable view, +which none would dream of taking. So the Elector, fiercely red in +the face, hurried off to the pavilion with Madame von Platen +following. He came too late, despite the diligence of his spy. + +Sophia had been there, but her interview with the Count had been +a brief one. She had to tell him that at last she was resolved in +all particulars. She would seek a refuge at the court of her +cousin, the Duke of Wolfenbuttel, who, she was sure--for the sake +of what once had lain between them--would not now refuse to +shelter and protect her. Of Königsmark she desired that he should +act as her escort to her cousin's court. + +Königsmark was ready, eager. In Hanover he would leave nothing +that he regretted. At Wolfenbuttelyy, having served Sophia +faithfully, his ever-growing, romantic passion for her might find +expression. She would make all dispositions, and advise him when +she was ready to set out. But they must use caution, for they +were being spied upon. Madame von Platen's over-eagerness had in +part betrayed her. It was, indeed, their consciousness of +espionage which had led to this dangerous meeting in the +seclusion of the pavilion, and which urged him to linger after +Sophia had left him. They were not to be seen to emerge together. + +The young Dane sat alone on the window-seat, his chin in his +hands, his eyes dreamy, a faint smile on his shapely lips, when +Ernest Augustus burst furiously in, the Countess von Platen +lingering just beyond the threshold. The Elector's face was +apoplectically purple from rage and haste, his breath came in +wheezing gasps. His bulging eyes swept round the chamber, and +fastened finally, glaring, upon the startled Königsmark. + +"Where is the Princess?" he blurted out. + +The Count espied Madame von Platen in the back ground, and had +the scent of mischief very strong. But he preserved an air of +innocent mystification. He rose and answered with courteous ease: + +"Your Highness is seeking her? Shall I ascertain for you?" + +At a loss, Ernest Augustus stared a moment, then flung a glance +over his shoulder at the Countess. + +"I was told that her Highness was here," he said. + +"Plainly," said Königsmark, with perfect calm, "you have been +misinformed." And his quiet glance and gesture invited the +Elector to look round for himself. + +"How long have you been here yourself?" Feeling at a +disadvantage, the Elector avoided the direct question that was in +his mind. + +"Half an hour at least." + +"And in that time you have not seen the Princess?" + +"Seen the Princess?" Königsmark's brows were knit perplexedly. "I +scarcely understand your Highness." + +The Elector moved a step and trod on a soft substance. He looked +down, then stooped, and rose again, holding in his hand a woman's +glove. + +"What's this?" quoth he. "Whose glove is this?" + +If Königsmark's heart missed a beat--as well it may have done-- +he did not betray it outwardly. He smiled; indeed he almost +laughed. + +"Your Highness is amusing himself at my expense by asking me +questions that only a seer could answer." + +The Elector was still considering him with his ponderously +suspicious glance, when quick steps approached. A serving-maid, +one of Sophia's women, appeared in the doorway of the pavilion. + +"What do you want?" the Elector snapped at her. + +"A glove her Highness lately dropped here," was the timid answer, +innocently precipitating the very discovery which the woman had +been too hastily dispatched to avert. + +The Elector flung the glove at her, and there was a creak of evil +laughter from him. When she had departed' he turned again to +Königsmark. + +"You fence skilfully," said he, sneering, "too skilfully for an +honest man. Will you now tell me without any more of this, +precisely what the Princess Sophia was doing here with you?" + +Königsmark drew himself stiffly up, looking squarely into the +furnace of the Elector's face. + +"Your Highness assumes that the Princess was here with me, and a +prince is not to be contradicted, even when he insults a lady +whose spotless purity is beyond his understanding. But your +Highness can hardly expect me to become in never so slight a +degree a party to that insult by vouchsafing any answer to your +question." + +"That is your last word, sir?" The Elector shook with suppressed +anger. + +"Your Highness cannot think that words are necessary?" + +The bulging eyes grew narrow, the heavy nether lip was thrust +forth in scorn and menace. + +"You are relieved, sir, of your duties in the Electoral Guard, +and as that is the only tie binding you to Hanover, we see no +reason why your sojourn here should be protracted." + +Königsmark bowed stiffly, formally. "It shall end, your Highness, +as soon as I can make the necessary arrangements for my +departure--in a week at most." + +"You are accorded three days, sir." The Elector turned, and +waddled out, leaving Königsmark to breathe freely again. The +three days should suffice for the Princess also. It was very +well. + +The Elector, too, thought that it was very well. He had given +this troublesome fellow his dismissal, averted a scandal, and +placed his daughter-in-law out of the reach of harm. Madame von +Platen was the only one concerned who thought that it was not +well at all, the consummation being far from that which she had +desired. She had dreamt of a flaming scandal, that should utterly +consume her two enemies, Sophia and Königsmark. Instead, she saw +them both escaping, and the fact that she was--as she may have +supposed--effectively separating two loving hearts could be no +sort of adequate satisfaction for such bitter spite as hers. +Therefore she plied her wicked wits to force an issue more +germane to her desires. + +The course she took was fraught with a certain peril. Yet +confident that at worst she could justify it, and little fearing +that the worst would happen, she boldly went to work. She forged +next day a brief note in which the Princess Sophia urgently bade +Königsmark to come to her at ten o'clock that night in her own +apartments, and with threat and bribe induced the waiting woman +of the glove to bear that letter. + +Now it so happened that Königsmark, through the kind offices of +Sophia's maid-of-honour, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck, who was in +the secret of their intentions, had sent the Princess a note that +morning, briefly stating the urgency of departure, and begging +her so to arrange that she could leave Herrenhausen with him on +the morrow. He imagined the note now brought him to be in answer +to that appeal of his. Its genuineness he never doubted, being +unacquainted with Sophia's writing. He was aghast at the rashness +which dictated such an acsignation, yet never hesitated as to +keeping it. It was not his way to hesitate. He trusted to the +gods who watch over the destinies of the bold. + +And meanwhile Madame von Platen was reproaching her lover with +having dealt too softly with the Dane. + +"Bah!" said the Elector. "To-morrow he goes his ways, and we are +rid of him. Is not that enough?" + +"Enough, if, soon as he goes, he goes not too late already," +quoth she. + +"Now what will you be hinting?" he asked her peevishly. + +"I'll be more plain. I will tell you what I know. It is this. +Königsmark has an assignation with the Princess Sophia this +very night at ten o'clock--and where do you suppose? In her +Highness's own apartments." + +The Elector came to his feet with an oath. "That is not true!" he +cried. "It cannot be!" + +"Then I'll say no more," quoth Jezebel, and snapped her thin +lips. + +"Ah, but you shall. How do you know this?" + +"That I cannot tell you without betraying a confidence. Let it +suffice you that I do know it. Consider now whether in banishing +this profligate you have sufficiently avenged the honour of your +son." + +"My God, if I thought this were true...." He choked with rage, +stood shaking a moment, then strode to the door, calling. + +"The truth is easily ascertained," said Madame. "Conceal yourself +in the Rittersaal, and await his coming forth. But you had best +go attended, for it is a very reckless rogue, and he has been +known aforetime to practice murder." + +Whilst the Elector, acting upon this advice, was getting his men +together, Königsmark was wasting precious moments in Sophia's +antechamber, whilst Mademoiselle de Knesebeck apprised her +Highness of his visit. Sophia had already retired to bed, and +the amazing announcement of the Count's presence there startled +her into a fear of untoward happenings. She was overwhelmed, too, +by the rashness of this step of his, coming after the events +of yesterday. If it should be known that he had visited her +thus, terrible consequences might ensue. She rose, and with +Mademoiselle de Knesebeck's aid made ready to receive him. Yet +for all that she made haste, the precious irreclaimable moments +sped. + +She came to him at last, Mademoiselle de Knesebeck following, for +propriety's sake. + +"What is it?" she asked him breathlessly. "What brings you here +at such an hour?" + +"What brings me?" quoth he, surprised at that reception. "Why, +your commands--your letter." + +"My letter? What letter?" + +A sense of doom, of being trapped, suddenly awoke in him. He +plucked forth the treacherous note, and proffered it. + +"Why, what does this mean?" She swept a white hand over her eyes +and brows, as if to brush away some thing that obscured her +vision. "That is not mine. I never wrote it. How could you dream +I should be imprudent as to bid you hither, and at such an hour +How could you dream it?" + +"You are right," said he, and laughed, perhaps to ease her alarm, +perhaps in sheer bitter mirth. "It will be, no doubt, the work of +our friend, Madame von Platen. I had best begone. For the rest, +my travelling chaise will wait from noon until sunset to-morrow +by the Markt Kirck in Hanover, and I shall wait within it. I +shall hope to conduct you safely to Wolfenbuttelyy." + +"I will come, I will come. But go now--oh, go!" + +He looked very deeply into her eyes--a valedictory glance against +the worst befalling him. Then he took her hand, bowed over it and +kissed it, and so departed. + +He crossed the outer ante-room, descended the short flight of +stairs, and pushed open the heavy door of the Hall of Knights. He +passed through, and thrust the door behind him, then stood a +moment looking round the vast apartment. If he was too late to +avoid the springs of the baited trap, it was here that they +should snap upon him. Yet all was still. A single lamp on a table +in the middle of the vast chamber shed a feeble, flickering +light, yet sufficient to assure him that no one waited here. He +sighed relief, wrapped his cloak about him, and set out swiftly +to cross the hall. + +But even as he passed, four shadows detached themselves from the +tall stove, resolved themselves into armed men, and sprang after +him. + +He heard them, wheeled about, flung off his cloak, and disengaged +his sword, all with the speed of lightning and the address of the +man who for ten years had walked amid perils, and learned to +depend upon his blade. That swift action sealed his doom. Their +orders were to take him living or dead, and standing in awe of +his repute, they were not the men to incur risks. Even as he came +on guard, a partisan grazed his head, and another opened his +breast. + +He went down, coughing and gasping, blood dabbling his bright +golden hair, and staining the priceless Mechlin at his throat, +yet his right hand still desperately clutching his useless sword. + +His assassins stood about him, their partisans levelled to strike +again, and summoned him to yield. Then, beside one of them, he +suddenly beheld the Countess von Platen materializing out of the +surrounding shadows as it seemed, and behind her the squat, +ungraceful figure of the Elector. He fought for breath. +"I am slain," he gasped, "and as I am to appear before my Maker +I swear to you that the Princess Sophia is innocent. Spare her at +least, your Highness." + +"Innocent!" said the Elector hoarsely. "Then what did you now in +her apartments? + +"It was a trap set for us by this foul hag, who . . ." + +The heel of the vindictive harridan ground viciously upon the +lips of the dying man and choked his utterance. Thereafter the +halberts finished him off, and he was buried there and then, in +lime, under the floor of the Hall of Knights, under the very spot +where he had fallen, which was long to remain imbrued with his +blood. + +Thus miserably perished the glittering Königsmark, a martyr to +his own irrepressible romanticism. + +As for Sophia, better might it have been for her had she shared +his fate that night. She was placed under arrest next morning, +and Prince George was summoned back from Berlin at once. + +The evidence may have satisfied him that his honour had not +suffered, for he was disposed to let the matter drop, content +that they should remain in the forbidding relations which had +existed between them before this happening. But Sophia was +uncompromising in her demand for strict justice. + +"If I am guilty, I am unworthy of you," she told him. "If +innocent, you are unworthy of me." + +There was no more to be said. A consistory court was assembled to +divorce them. But since with the best intentions there was no +faintest evidence of her adultery, this court had to be content +to pronounce the divorce upon the ground of her desertion. + +She protested against the iniquity of this. But she protested in +vain. She was carried off into the grim captivity of a castle on +the Ahlen, to drag out in that melancholy duress another thirty- +two years of life. + +Her death took place in November of 1726. And the story runs that +on her death-bed she delivered to a person of trust a letter to +her sometime husband, now King George I. of England. Seven months +later, as King George was on his way to his beloved Hanover, that +letter was placed in his carriage as it crossed the frontier into +Germany. It contained Sophia's dying declaration of innocence, +and her solemn summons to King George to stand by her side before +the judgment-seat of Heaven within a year, and there make answer +in her presence for the wrongs he had done her, for her blighted +life and her miserable death. + +King George's answer to that summons was immediate. The reading +of that letter brought on the apoplectic seizure of which he died +in his carriage next day--the 9th of June, 1727--on the road to +Osnabruck. + + + + + +XI. THE TYRANNICIDE + +Charlotte Corday and Jean Paul Morat + + + +Tyrannicide was the term applied to her deed by Adam Lux, her +lover in the sublimest and most spiritual sense of the word--for +he never so much as spoke to her, and she never so much as knew +of his existence. + +The sudden spiritual passion which inflamed him when he beheld +her in the tumbril on her way to the scaffold is a fitting +corollary to her action. She in her way and he in his were alike +sublime; her tranquil martyrdom upon the altar of Republicanism +and his exultant martyrdom upon the altar of Love were alike +splendidly futile. + +It is surely the strangest love-story enshrined in history. It +has its pathos, yet leaves no regrets behind, for there is no +might-have-been which death had thwarted. Because she died, he +loved her; because he loved her, he died. That is all, but for +the details which I am now to give you. + +The convent-bred Marie Charlotte Corday d'Armont was the daughter +of a landless squire of Normandy, a member of the chétive +noblesse, a man of gentle birth, whose sadly reduced fortune may +have predisposed him against the law of entail or primogeniture-- +the prime cause of the inequality out of which were sprung so +many of the evils that afflicted France. Like many of his order +and condition he was among the earliest converts to Republicanism-- +the pure, ideal republicanism, demanding constitutional government +of the people by the people, holding monarchical and aristocratic +rule an effete and parasitic anachronism. + +From M. de Corday Charlotte absorbed the lofty Republican +doctrines to which anon she was to sacrifice her life; and she +rejoiced when the hour of awakening sounded and the children of +France rose up and snapped the fetters in which they had been +trammelled for centuries by an insolent minority of their fellow- +countrymen. + +In the early violence of the revolution she thought she saw a +transient phase--horrible, but inevitable in the dread convulsion +of that awakening. Soon this would pass, and the sane, ideal +government of her dreams would follow--must follow, since among +the people's elected representatives was a goodly number of +unselfish, single-minded men of her father's class of life; men +of breeding and education, impelled by a lofty altruistic +patriotism; men who gradually came to form a party presently to +be known as the Girondins. + +But the formation of one party argues the formation of at least +another. And this other in the National Assembly was that of the +Jacobins, less pure of motive, less restrained in deed, a party +in which stood pre-eminent such ruthless, uncompromising men as +Robespierre, Danton,--and Marat. + +Where the Girondins stood for Republicanism, the Jacobins stood +for Anarchy. War was declared between the two. The Girondins +arraigned Marat and Robespierre for complicity in the September +massacres, and thereby precipitated their own fall. The triumphant +acquittal of Marat was the prelude to the ruin of the Girondins, +and the proscription of twenty-nine deputies followed at once as +the first step. These fled into the country, hoping to raise an +army that should yet save France, and several of the fugitives +made their way to Caen. Thence by pamphlets and oratory they +laboured to arouse true Republican enthusiasm. They were gifted, +able men, eloquent speakers and skilled writers, and they might +have succeeded but that in Paris sat another man no less gifted, +and with surer knowledge of the temper of the proletariat, +tirelessly wielding a vitriolic pen, skilled in the art of +inflaming the passions of the mob. + +That man was Jean Paul Marat, sometime medical practitioner, +sometime professor of literature, a graduate of the Scottish +University of St. Andrews, author of some scientific and many +sociological works, inveterate pamphleteer and revolutionary +journalist, proprietor and editor of L'Ami du Peuple, and idol of +the Parisian rabble, who had bestowed upon him the name borne by +his gazette, so that he was known as The People's Friend. + +Such was the foe of the Girondins, and of the pure, altruistic, +Utopian Republicanism for which they stood; and whilst he lived +and laboured, their own endeavours to influence the people were +all in vain. From his vile lodging in the Rue de l'Ecole de +Médecine in Paris he span with his clever, wicked pen a web that +paralysed their high endeavours and threatened finally to choke +them. + +He was not alone, of course. He was one of the dread triumvirate +in which Danton and Robespierre were his associates. But to the +Girondins he appeared by far the most formidable and ruthless and +implacable of the three, whilst to Charlotte Corday--the friend +and associate now of the proscribed Girondins who had sought +refuge in Caen--he loomed so vast and terrible as to eclipse his +associates entirely. To her young mind, inflamed with enthusiasm +for the religion of Liberty as preached by the Girondins, Marat +was a loathly, dangerous heresiarch, threatening to corrupt that +sublime new faith with false, anarchical doctrine, and to replace +the tyranny that had been overthrown by a tyranny more odious +still. + +She witnessed in Caen the failure of the Girondin attempt to +raise an army with which to deliver Paris from the foul clutches +of the Jacobins. An anguished spectator of this failure, she saw +in it a sign that Liberty was being strangled at its birth. On +the lips of her friends the Girondins she caught again the name +of Marat, the murderer of Liberty; and, brooding, she reached a +conclusion embodied in a phrase of a letter which she wrote about +that time. + +"As long as Marat lives there will never be any safety for the +friends of law and humanity." + +From that negative conclusion to its positive, logical equivalent +it was but a step. That step she took. She may have considered +awhile the proposition thus presented to her, or resolve may have +come to her with realization. She understood that a great +sacrifice was necessary; that who undertook to rid France of that +unclean monster must go prepared for self-immolation. She counted +the cost calmly and soberly--for calm and sober was now her every +act. + +She made her packages, and set out one morning by the Paris coach +from Caen, leaving a note for her father, in which she had +written: + +"I am going to England, because I do not believe that it will be +possible for a long time to live happily and tranquilly in +France. On leaving I post this letter to you. When you receive it +I shall no longer be here. Heaven denied us the happiness of +living together, as it has denied us other happinesses. May it +show itself more clement to our country. Good-by, dear Father. +Embrace my sister for me, and do not forget me." + +That was all. The fiction that she was going to England was +intended to save him pain. For she had so laid her plans that her +identity should remain undisclosed. She would seek Marat in the +very Hall of the Convention, and publicly slay him in his seat. +Thus Paris should behold Nemesis overtaking the false Republican +in the very Assembly which he corrupted, and anon should adduce a +moral from the spectacle of the monster's death. For herself she +counted upon instant destruction at the hands of the furious +spectators. Thus, thinking to die unidentified, she trusted that +her father, hearing, as all France must hear, the great tidings +that Marat was dead, would never connect her with the instrument +of Fate shattered by the fury of the mob. + +You realize, then, how great and how terrible was the purpose of +this maid of twenty-five, who so demurely took her seat in the +Paris diligence on that July morning of the Year 2 of the +Republic--1793, old style. She was becomingly dressed in brown +cloth, a lace fichu folded across her well-developed breast, a +conical hat above her light brown hair. She was of a good height +and finely proportioned, and her carriage as full of dignity as +of grace. Her skin was of such white loveliness that a contemporary +compares it with the lily. Like Athene, she was gray-eyed, and, +like Athene, noble-featured, the oval of her face squaring a little +at the chin, in which there was a cleft. Calm was her habit, calm +her slow-moving eyes, calm and deliberate her movements, and calm +the mind reflected in all this. + +And as the heavy diligence trundles out of Caen and takes the +open country and the Paris road, not even the thought of the +errand upon which she goes, of her death-dealing and death- +receiving mission, can shake that normal calm. Here is no wild +exaltation, no hysterical obedience to hotly-conceived impulse. +Here is purpose, as cold as it is lofty, to liberate France and +pay with her life for the privilege of doing so. + +That lover of hers, whom we are presently to see, has compared +her ineptly with Joan of Arc, that other maid of France. But Joan +moved with pomp in a gorgeous pageantry, amid acclamations, +sustained by the heady wine of combat and of enthusiasm openly +indulged, towards a goal of triumph. Charlotte travelled quietly +in the stuffy diligence with the quiet conviction that her days +were numbered. + +So normal did she appear to her travelling companions, that one +among them, with an eye for beauty, pestered her with amorous +attentions, and actually proposed marriage to her before the +coach had rolled over the bridge of Neuilly into Paris two days +later. + +She repaired to the Providence Inn in the Rue des Vieux +Augustine, where she engaged a room on the first floor, and then +she set out in quest of the Deputy Duperret. She had a letter of +introduction to him from the Girondin Barbaroux, with whom she +had been on friendly terms at Caen. Duperret was to assist her to +obtain an interview with the Minister of the Interior. She had +undertaken to see the latter on the subject of certain papers +relating to the affairs of a nun of Caen, an old convent friend +of her own, and she was in haste to discharge this errand, so as +to be free for the great task upon which she was come. + +From inquiries that she made, she learnt at once that Marat was +ill, and confined to his house. This rendered necessary a change +of plans, and the relinquishing of her project of affording him a +spectacular death in the crowded hall of the Convention. + +The next day, which was Friday, she devoted to furthering the +business of her friend the nun. On Saturday morning she rose +early, and by six o'clock she was walking in the cool gardens of +the Palais Royal, considering with that almost unnatural calm of +hers the ways and means of accomplishing her purpose in the +unexpected conditions that she found. + +Towards eight o'clock, when Paris was awakening to the business +of the day and taking down its shutters, she entered a cutler's +shop in the Palais Royal, and bought for two francs a stout +kitchen knife in a shagreen case. She then returned to her hotel +to breakfast, and afterwards, dressed in her brown travelling- +gown and conical hat, she went forth again, and, hailing a +hackney carnage, drove to Marat's house in the Rue de l'Ecole de +Médecine. + +But admittance to that squalid dwelling was denied her. The +Citizen Marat was ill, she was told, and could receive no +visitors. It was Simonne Everard, the triumvir's mistress--later +to be known as the Widow Marat--who barred her ingress with this +message. + +Checked, she drove back to the Providence Inn and wrote a letter +to the triumvir: + +"Paris, 13th July, Year 2 of the Republic. +"Citizen,--I have arrived from Caen. Your love for your country +leads me to assume that you will be anxious to hear of the +unfortunate events which are taking place in that part of the +Republic. I shall therefore call upon you towards one o'clock. +Have the kindness to receive me, and accord me a moment's +audience. I shall put you in the way of rendering a great service +to France. +"Marie Corday." + +Having dispatched that letter to Marat, she sat until late +afternoon waiting vainly for an answer. Despairing at last of +receiving any, she wrote a second note, more peremptory in tone: + +"I wrote to you this morning, Marat. Have you received my letter? +May I hope for a moment's audience? If you have received my +letter, I hope you will not refuse me, considering the importance +of the matter. It should suffice for you that I am very +unfortunate to give me the right to your protection." + +Having changed into a gray-striped dimity gown--you observe this +further manifestation of a calm so complete that it admits of no +departure from the ordinary habits of life--she goes forth to +deliver in person this second letter, the knife concealed in the +folds of the muslin fichu crossed high upon her breast. + +In a mean, brick-paved, ill-lighted, and almost unfurnished room +of that house in the Rue de l'Ecole de Médecine, the People's +Friend is seated in a bath. It is no instinct of cleanliness he +is obeying, for in all France there is no man more filthy in his +person and his habits than this triumvir. His bath is medicated. +The horrible, loathsome disease that corrodes his flesh demands +these long immersions to quiet the gnawing pains which distract +his active, restless mind. In these baths he can benumb the +torment of the body with which he is encumbered. + +For Marat is an intellect, and nothing more--leastways, nothing +more that matters. What else there is to him of trunk and limbs +and organs he has neglected until it has all fallen into decay. +His very lack of personal cleanliness, the squalor in which he +lives, the insufficient sleep which he allows himself, his habit +of careless feeding at irregular intervals, all have their source +in his contempt for the physical part of him. This talented man +of varied attainments, accomplished linguist, skilled physician, +able naturalist and profound psychologist, lives in his intellect +alone, impatient of all physical interruptions. If he consents to +these immersions, if he spends whole days seated in this +medicated bath, it is solely because it quenches or cools the +fires that are devouring him, and thus permits him to bend his +mind to the work that ishis life. But his long-suffering body is +avenging upon the mind the neglect to which it has been +submitted. The morbid condition of the former is being +communicated to the latter, whence results that disconcerting +admixture of cold, cynical cruelty and exalted sensibility which +marked his nature in the closing years of his life. + +In his bath, then, sat the People's Friend on that July evening, +immersed to the hips, his head swathed in a filthy turban, his +emaciated body cased in a sleeveless waistcoat. He is fifty years +of age, dying of consumption and other things, so that, did +Charlotte but know it, there is no need to murder him. Disease +and Death have marked him for their own, and grow impatient. + +A board covering the bath served him for writing-table; an empty +wooden box at his side bore an inkstand, some pens, sheets of +paper, and two or three copies of L'Ami do Peuple. There was no +sound in the room but the scratch and splutter of his quill. He +was writing diligently, revising and editing a proof of the +forthcoming issue of his paper. + +A noise of voices raised in the outer room invaded the quiet in +which he was at work, and gradually penetrated his absorption, +until it disturbed and irritated him. He moved restlessly in his +bath, listened a moment, then, with intent to make an end of the +interruption, he raised a hoarse, croaking voice to inquire what +might be taking place. + +The door opened, and Simonne, his mistress and household drudge, +entered the room. She was fully twenty years younger than +himself, and under the slattern appearance which life in that +house had imposed upon her there were vestiges of a certain +comeliness. + +"There is a young woman here from Caen, who demands insistently +to see you upon a matter of national importance." + +The dull eyes kindle at the mention of Caen; interest quickens in +that leaden-hued countenance. Was it not in Caen that those old +foes of his, the Girondins, were stirring up rebellion? + +"She says," Simonne continued, "that she wrote a letter to you +this morning, and she brings you a second note herself. I have +told her that you will not receive anyone, and . . ." + +"Give me the note," he snapped. Setting down his pen, he thrust +out an unclean paw to snatch the folded sheet from Simonne's +hand. He spread it, and read, his bloodless lips compressed, his +eyes narrowing to slits. + +"Let her in," he commanded sharply, and Simonne obeyed him +without more ado. She admitted Charlotte, and left them alone +together--the avenger and her victim. For a moment each regarded +the other. Marat beheld a handsome young woman, elegantly +attired. But these things had no interest for the People's +Friend. What to him was woman and the lure of beauty? Charlotte +beheld a feeble man of a repulsive hideousness, and was full +satisfied, for in this outward loathsomeness she imagined a +confirmation of the vileness of the mind she was come to blot +out. + +Then Marat spoke. "So you are from Caen, child?" he said. "And +what is doing in Caen that makes you so anxious to see me?" + +She approached him. + +"Rebellion is stirring there, Citizen Marat." + +"Rebellion, ha!" It was a sound between a laugh and a croak. +"Tell me what deputies are sheltered in Caen. Come, child, their +names." He took up and dipped his quill, and drew a sheet of +paper towards him. + +She approached still nearer; she came to stand close beside him, +erect and calm. She recited the names of her friends, the +Girondins, whilst hunched there in his bath his pen scratched +briskly. + +"So many for the guillotine," he snarled, when it was done. + +But whilst he was writing, she had drawn the knife from her +fichu, and as he uttered those words of doom to others his own +doom descended upon him in a lightning stroke. Straight driven by +that strong young arm, the long, stout blade was buried to its +black hilt in his breast. + +He looked at her with eyes in which there was a faint surprise as +he sank back. Then he raised his voice for the last time. + +"Help, chére amie! Help!" he cried, and was for ever silent. + +The hand still grasping the pen trailed on the ground beside the +bath at the end of his long, emaciated arm. His body sank +sideways in the same direction, the head lolling nervelessly upon +his right shoulder, whilst from the great rent in his breast the +blood gushed forth, embruing the water of his bath, trickling to +the brick-paved floor, bespattering--symbolically almost--a copy +of L'Ami du Peuple, the journal to which he had devoted so much +of his uneasy life. + +In answer to that cry of his came now Simonne in haste. A glance +sufficed to reveal to her the horrible event, and, like a +tigress, she sprang upon the unresisting slayer, seizing her by +the head, and calling loudly the while for assistance. Came +instantly from the anteroom Jeanne, the old cook, the Fortress of +the house, and Laurent Basse, a folder of Marat's paper; and now +Charlotte found herself confronted by four maddened, vociferous +beings, at whose hands she may well have expected to receive the +death for which she was prepared. + +Laurent, indeed, snatched up a chair, and felled her by a blow of +it across her head. He would, no doubt, have proceeded in his +fury to have battered her to death, but for the arrival of gens +d'armes and the police commissioner of the district, who took her +in their protecting charge. + +The soul of Paris was convulsed by the tragedy when it became +known. All night terror and confusion were abroad. All night the +revolutionary rabble, in angry grief, surged about and kept watch +upon the house wherein the People's Friend lay dead. + +That night, and for two days and nights thereafter, Charlotte +Corday lay in the Prison of the Abbaye, supporting with fortitude +the indignities that for a woman were almost inseparable from +revolutionary incarceration. She preserved throughout her +imperturbable calm, based now upon a state of mind content in the +contemplation of accomplished purpose, duty done. She had saved +France, she believed; saved Liberty, by slaying the man who would +have strangled it. In that illusion she was content. Her own life +was a small price to pay for the splendid achievement. + +Some of her time of waiting she spent in writing letters to her +friends, in which tranquilly and sanely she dwelt upon what she +had done, expounding fully the motives that had impelled her, +dwelling upon the details of the execution, and of all that had +followed. Among the letters written by her during those "days of +the preparation of peace "--as she calls that period, dating in +such terms a long epistle to Barbaroux--was one to the Committee +of Public Safety, in which she begs that a miniature-painter may +be sent to her to paint her portrait, so that she may leave this +token of remembrance to her friends. It is only in this, as the +end approaches, that we see in her conduct any thought for her +own self, any suggestion that she is anything more than a +instrument in the hands of Fate. + +On the 15th, at eight o'clock in the morning, her trial began +before the Revolutionary Tribunal. A murmur ran through the hall +as she appeared in her gown of grey-striped dimity, composed and +calm--always calm. + +The trial opened with the examination of witnesses; into that of +the cutler, who had sold her the knife, she broke impatiently. + +"These details are a waste of time. It is I who killed Marat." + +The audience gasped, and rumbled ominously. Montane turned to +examine her. + +"What was the object of your visit to Paris?" he asks. + +"To kill Marat." + +"What motives induced you to this horrible deed?" + +"His many crimes." + +"Of what crimes do you accuse him?" + +"That he instigated the massacre of September; that he kept alive +the fires of civil war, so that he might be elected dictator; +that he sought to infringe upon the sovereignty of the People by +causing the arrest and imprisonment of the deputies to the +Convention on May 31st." + +"What proof have you of this?" + +"The future will afford the proof. Marat hid his designs behind a +mask of patriotism." + +Montane shifted the ground of his interrogatory. + +"Who were your accomplices in this atrocious act?" + +"I have none." + +Montane shook his head. "You cannot convince anyone that a person +of your age and sex could have conceived such a crime unless +instigated by some person or persons whom you are unwilling to +name." + +Charlotte almost smiled. "That shows but a poor knowledge of the +human heart. It is easier to carry out such a project upon the +strength of one's own hatred than upon that of others." And then, +raising her voice, she proclaimed: "I killed one man to save a +hundred thousand; I killed a villain to save innocents; I killed +a savage Wild-beast to give repose to France. I was a Republican +before the Revolution. I never lacked for energy." + +What more was there to say? Her guilt was completely established. +Her fearless self-ossession was not to be ruffled. Yet Fouquier- +Tinville, the dread prosecutor, made the attempt. Beholding her +so virginal and fair and brave, feeling perhaps that the Tribunal +had not had the best of it, he sought with a handful of +revolutionary filth to restore the balance. He rose slowly, his +ferrety eyes upon her. + +"How many children have you had?" he rasped, sardonic, his tone a +slur, an insult. + +Faintly her cheeks crimsoned. But her voice was composed, +disdainful, as she answered coldly: + +"Have I not stated that I am not married?" + +A leer, a dry laugh, a shrug from Tinville to complete the +impression he sought to convey, and he sat down again. + +It was the turn of Chauveau de la Garde, the advocate instructed +to defend her. But what defence was possible? And Chauveau had +been intimidated. He had received a note from the jury ordering +him to remain silent, another from the President bidding him +declare her mad. + +Yet Chauveau took a middle course. His brief speech is admirable; +it satisfied his self-respect, without derogating from his +client. It uttered the whole truth. + +"The prisoner," he said, "confesses with calm the horrible crime +she has committed; she confesses with calm its premeditation; she +confesses its most dreadful details; in short, she confesses +everything, and does riot seek to justify herself. That, citizens +of the jury, is her whole defence. This imperturbable calm, this +utter abnegation of self, which displays no remorse even in the +very presence of death, are contrary to nature. They can only be +explained by the excitement of political fanaticism which armed +her hand. It is for you, citizens of the jury, to judge what +weight that moral consideration should have in the scales of +justice." + +The jury voted her guilty, and Tinville rose to demand the full +sentence of the law. + +It was the end. She was removed to the Conciergerie, the +antechamber of the guillotine. A constitutional priest was sent +to her, but she dismissed him with thanks, not requiring his +ministrations. She preferred the painter Hauer, who had received +the Revolutionary Tribunal's permission to paint her portrait in +accordance with her request. And during the sitting, which lasted +half an hour, she conversed with him quietly on ordinary topics, +the tranquillity of her spirit unruffled by any fear of the death +that was so swiftly approaching. + +The door opened, and Sanson, the public executioner, came in. He +carried the red smock worn by those convicted of assassination. +She showed no dismay; no more, indeed, than a faint surprise that +the time spent with Hauer should have gone so quickly. She begged +for a few moments in which to write a note, and, the request +being granted, acquitted herself briskly of that task, then +announcing herself ready, she removed her cap that Sanson might +cut her luxuriant hair. Yet first, taking his scissors, she +herself cut off a lock and gave it to Hauer for remembrance. When +Sanson would have bound her hands, she begged that she might be +allowed to wear gloves, as her wrists were bruised and cut by the +cord with which she had been pinioned in Marat's house. He +answered that she might do so if she wished, but that it was +unnecessary, as he could bind her without causing pain. + +"To be sure," she said, "those others had not your experience," +and she proffered her bare wrists to his cord without further +demur. "If this toilet of death is performed by rude hands," she +commented, "at least it leads to immortality." + +She mounted the tumbril awaiting in the prison yard, and, +disdaining the chair offered her by Sanson, remained standing, to +show herself dauntless to the mob and brave its rage. And fierce +was that rage, indeed. So densely thronged were the streets that +the tumbril proceeded at a crawl, and the people surging about +the cart screamed death and insult at the doomed woman. It took +two hours to reach the Place de la Révolution, and meanwhile a +terrific summer thunderstorm had broken over Paris, and a +torrential rain had descended upon the densely packed streets. +Charlotte's garments were soaked through and through, so that her +red smock, becoming glued now to her body and fitting her like a +skin, threw into relief its sculptural beauty, whilst a +reflection of the vivid crimson of the garment faintly tinged her +cheeks, and thus heightened her appearance of complete composure. + +And it is now in the Rue St. Honoré that at long last we reach +the opening of our tragic love-story. + +A tall, slim, fair young man, named Adam Lux--sent to Paris by the +city of Mayence as Deputy Extraordinary to the National Convention-- +was standing there in the howling press of spectators. He was an +accomplished, learned young gentleman, doctor at once of philosophy +and of medicine, although in the latter capacity he had never +practiced owing to an extreme sensibility of nature, which rendered +anatomical work repugnant to him. He was a man of a rather exalted +imagination, unhappily married--the not uncommon fate of such +delicate temperaments--and now living apart from his wife. He had +heard, as all Paris had heard, every detail of the affair, and of +the trial, and he waited there, curious to see this woman, with +whose deed he was secretly in sympathy. + +The tumbril slowly approached, the groans and execrations swelled +up around him, and at last he beheld her--beautiful, serene, full +of life, a still smile upon her lips. For a long moment he gazed +upon her, standing as if stricken into stone. Then heedless of +those about him, he bared his head, and thus silently saluted and +paid homage to her. She did not see him. He had not thought that +she would. He saluted her as the devout salute the unresponsive +image of a saint. The tumbril crawled on. He turned his head, and +followed her with his eyes for awhile; then, driving his elbows +into the ribs of those about him, he clove himself a passage +through the throng, and so followed, bare-headed now, with fixed +gaze, a man entranced. + +He was at the foot of the scaffold when her head fell. To the +last he had seen that noble countenance preserve its immutable +calm, and in the hush that followed the sibilant fall of the +great knife his voice suddenly rang out. + +"She is greater than Brutus!" was his cry; and he added, +addressing those who stared at him in stupefaction: "It were +beautiful to have died with her!" + +He was suffered to depart unmolested. Chiefly, perhaps because at +that moment the attention of the crowd was upon the executioner's +attendant, who, in holding up Charlotte's truncated head, slapped +the cheek with his hand. The story runs that the dead face +reddened under the blow. Scientists of the day disputed over this, +some arguing from it a proof that consciousness does not at once +depart the brain upon decapitation. + +That night, while Paris slept, its walls were secretly placarded +with copies of a eulogy of Charlotte Corday, the martyr of +Republicanism, the deliverer of France, in which occurs the +comparison with Joan of Arc, that other great heroine of France. +This was the work of Adam Lux. He made no secret of it. The +vision of her had so wrought upon the imagination of this +susceptible dreamer, had fired his spirit with such enthusiasm, +that he was utterly reckless in yielding to his emotions, in +expressing the phrenetic, immaterial love with which in her last +moments of life she had inspired him. + +Two days after her execution he issued a long manifesto, in which he +urged the purity of her motive as the fullest justification of her +act, placed her on the level of Brutus and Cato, and passionately +demanded for her the honour and veneration of posterity. It is in +this manifesto that he applies euphemistically to her deed the term +"tyrannicide." That document he boldly signed with his own name, +realizing that he would pay for that temerity with his life. + +He was arrested on the 24th of July--exactly a week from the day +on which he had seen her die. He had powerful friends, and they +exerted themselves to obtain for him a promise of pardon and +release if he would publicly retract what he had written. But he +laughed the proposal to scorn, ardently resolved to follow into +death the woman who had aroused the hopeless, immaterial love +that made his present torment. + +Still his friends strove for him. His trial was put off. A doctor +named Wetekind was found to testify that Adam Lux was mad, that +the sight of Charlotte Corday had turned his head. He wrote a +paper on this plea, recommending that clemency be shown to the +young doctor on the score of his affliction, and that he should +be sent to a hospital or to America. Adam Lux was angry when he +heard of this, and protested indignantly against the allegations +of Dr. Wetekind. He wrote to the Journal de la Montagne, which +published his declaration on the 26th of September, to the effect +that he was not mad enough to desire to live, and that his +anxiety to meet death half-way was a crowning proof of his +sanity. + +He languished on in the prison of La Force until the 10th of +October, when at last he was brought to trial. He stood it +joyously, in a mood of exultation at his approaching deliverance. +He assured the court that he did not fear the guillotine, and +that all ignominy had been removed from such a death by the pure +blood of Charlotte. + +They sentenced him to death, and he thanked them for the boon. + +"Forgive me, sublime Charlotte," he exclaimed, "if I should find +it impossible to exhibit at the last the courage and gentleness +that were yours. I glory in your superiority, for it is right +that the adored should be above the adorer." + +Yet his courage did not fail him. Far from it, indeed; if hers +had been a mood of gentle calm, his was one of ecstatic +exaltation. At five o'clock that same afternoon he stepped from +the tumbril under the gaunt shadow of the guillotine. He turned +to the people, his eyes bright, a flush on his cheeks. + +"At last I am to have the happiness of dying for Charlotte," he +told them, and mounted the scaffold with the eager step of the +bridegroom on his way to the nuptial altar. + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, THE HISTORICAL NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENT, SECOND SERIES *** + +This file should be named 8hne210.txt or 8hne210.zip +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, 8hne211.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, 8hne210a.txt + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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