"Ever since I came first to Courtland with the not dishonourable hope of carrying back to my father a princess of your house, none have been so amiable together as you and I. We have been even as David and Jonathan."
The Prince Louis put out a hand, which apparently Ivan did not see, for he continued without taking it.
"Yet what have I gained either of solid good or even of the lighter but not less agreeable matter of my lady"s favour? So far as your sister is concerned, I have wasted my time. If I consider the union of our peoples, already one in heart, your brother works against us both; the Princess Margaret despises me, Prince Conrad thwarts us. He would bind us in chains and carry us tinkling to the feet of his pagan master in Rome!"
"I think not so," answered Prince Louis--"I cannot think so of my brother, with all his faults. Conrad is a brave soldier, a good knight--though, as is the custom of our house, it is his lot to be no more than a prince-bishop!"
The Wasp laughed a little hard laugh, clear and inhuman as the snap and rattle of Spanish castanets.
"Louis, my good friend, your simplicity, your lack of guile, do you wrong most grievous! You judge others as you yourself are. Do you not see that Conrad your brother must pay for his red hat? He must earn his cardinalate. Papa Sixtus gives nothing for nothing. Courtland must pay Peter"s pence, must become monkish land. On every flake of stockfish, every grain of sturgeon roe, every ounce of marled amber, your Holy Father must levy his sacred dues. And the clear ambition of your brother is to make you chief cat"s-paw pontifical upon the Baltic sh.o.r.e.
Consider it, good Louis."
And the Prince of Muscovy twirled his moustache and smiled condescendingly between his fingers. Then, as if he thought suddenly of something else and made a new calculation, he laughed a laugh, quick and short as the barking of a dog.
"Ha!" he cried, "truly we order things better in my country. I have brothers, one, two, three. They are grand dukes, highnesses very serene.
One of them has this province, another this sinecure, yet another waits on my father. My father dies--and I--well, I am in my father"s place.
What will my brothers do with their serene highnesses then? They will take each one the clearest road and the shortest for the frontier, or by the Holy Icon of Moscow, there would very speedily be certain new tablets in the funeral vault of my fathers."
The Prince of Courtland started.
"This thing I could never imagine of Conrad my brother. He loves me. At heart he ever cared but for his books, and now that he is a priest he hath forsworn knighthood, and tournaments, and wars."
"Poor Louis," said Ivan sadly, "not to see that once a soldier always a soldier. But "tis a good fault, this generous blindness of the eyes. He hath already the love of your people. He has won already the voice that speaks from every altar and presbytery. The power to loose and bind men"s consciences is in his hand. In a little, when he has bartered away your power for his cardinal"s hat, he may be made a greater than yourself, an elector of the empire, the right-hand man of Papa Sixtus, as his uncle Adrian was before him. Then indeed your Courtland will underlie the tinkle of Peter"s keys!"
"I am sure that Conrad would do nothing against his fatherland or to the hurt of his prince and brother!" said Prince Louis, but he spoke in a wavering voice, like one more than half convinced.
"Again," continued Ivan, without heeding him, "there is your wife. I am sure that if he had been the prince and you the priest--well, she had not slept this night in the Castle of Kernsberg!"
"Ivan, if you love me, be silent," cried the tortured Prince of Courtland, setting his hand to his brow. "This is the mere idle dreaming of a fool. How learned you these things? I mean how did the thoughts enter into your mind?"
"I learned the matter from the Princess Margaret, who in the brief s.p.a.ce of a day became your wife"s confidante!"
"Did Margaret tell it you?"
The Prince Ivan laughed a short, self-depreciatory laugh.
"Nay, truly," he said, smiling sadly, "you and I are in one despite, Louis. Your wife scorns you--me, my sweetheart. Did Margaret tell me?
Nay, verily! Yet I learned it, nevertheless, even more certainly because she denied it so vehemently. But, after all, I daresay all will end for the best."
"How so?" demanded Prince Louis haughtily.
"Why, I have heard that your Papa at Rome will do aught for money.
Doubtless he will dissolve this marriage, which indeed is no more than one in name. He has done more than that already for his own nephews. He will absolve your brother from his vows. Then you can be the monk and he the king. There will be a new marriage, at which doubtless you shall hold the service book and he the lady"s hand. Then we shall have no ridings back to Kernsberg, with four hundred lances, at a word from a girl"s scornful mouth. And the Alla down there may rise or fall at its pleasure, and neither hurt nor hinder any!"
The Prince of Courtland turned an angry countenance upon his friend, but the keen-witted Muscovite looked so kindly and yet so sadly upon him that after awhile the severity of his face relaxed as it had been against his will, and with a quick gesture he added, "I believe you love me, Ivan, though indeed your words are no better than red-hot pincers in my heart."
"Love you, Louis?" cried Prince Ivan. "I love you better than any brother I have, though they will never live to thwart me as yours thwarts you--better even than my father, for you do not keep me out of my inheritance!"
Then in a gayer tone he went on.
"I love you so much that I will pledge my father"s whole army to help you, first to win your wife, next to take Hohenstein, Kernsberg, and Marienfeld. And after that, if you are still ambitious, why--to Pla.s.senburg and the Wolfmark, which now the Executioner"s Son holds.
That would make a n.o.ble kingdom to offer a fair and wilful queen."
"And for this you ask?"
"Only your love, Louis--only your love! And, if it please you, the alliance with that Princess of your honourable house, of whom we spoke just now!"
"My sister Margaret, you mean? I will do what I can, Ivan, but she also is wilful. You know she is wilful! I cannot compel her love!"
The Prince Ivan laughed.
"I am not so complaisant as you, Louis, nor yet so modest. Give me my bride on the day Joan of the Sword Hand sleeps in the palace of Courtland as its princess, and I will take my chance of winning our Margaret"s love!"
CHAPTER XVII
WOMAN"S WILFULNESS
Joan rode on, silent, a furlong before her men.
Behind her sulked Maurice von Lynar. Had any been there to note, their faces were now strangely alike in feature, and yet more curiously unlike in expression. Joan gazed forward into the distance like a soul dead and about to be reborn, planning a new life. Maurice von Lynar looked more like a naughty schoolboy whom some tyrant Fate, rod-wielding, has compelled to obey against his will.
Yet, in spite of expression, it was Maurice von Lynar who was planning the future. Joan"s heart was yet too sore. Her tree of life had, as it were, been cut off close to the ground. She could not go back to the old so soon after her blissful year of dreams. There was to be no new life for her. She could not take up the old. But Maurice--his thoughts were all for the Princess Margaret, of the ripple of her golden hair, of her pretty wilful words and ways, of that dimple on her chin, and, above all, of her threat to seek him out if--but it was not possible that she could mean that. And yet she looked as though she might make good her words. Was it possible? He posed himself with this question, and for half an hour rode on oblivious of all else.
"Eh?" he said at last, half conscious that some one had been speaking to him from an infinite distance. "Eh? Did you speak, Captain von Orseln?"
Von Orseln grunted out a little laugh, almost silently, indeed, and expressed more by a heave of his shoulders than by any alteration of his features.
"Speak, indeed? As if I had not been speaking these five minutes. Well nigh had I stuck my poignard in your ribs to teach you to mind your superior officer. What think you of this business?"
"Think?" the Sparhawk"s disappointment burst out. "Think? Why, "tis past all thinking. Courtland is shut to us for twenty years."
"Well," laughed Von Orseln, "who cares for that? Castle Kernsberg is good enough for me, so we can hold it."
"Hold it?" cried Maurice, with a kind of joy in his face; "do you think they will come after us?"
Von Orseln nodded approval of his spirit.
"Yes, little man, yes," he said; "if you have been fretting to come to blows with the Courtlanders you are in good case to be satisfied. I would we had only these lumpish Baltic jacks to fear."
Even as they talked Castle Kernsberg floated up like a cloud before them above the blue and misty plain, long before they could distinguish the walls and hundred gables of the town beneath.
But no word spoke Joan till that purple shadow had taken shape as stately stone and lime, and she could discern her own red lion flying abreast of the banner of Louis of Courtland upon the topmost pinnacle of the round tower.
Then on a little mound without the town she halted and faced about. Von Orseln halted the troop with a backward wave of the hand.