"One thing more. Give me your word of honour that if what I am about to disclose does not meet with your approbation, you will at least keep it secret."
"I promise," returned Beldi, impatiently awaiting the _denouement_ of all this mystery.
Teleki thereupon drew forth a long strip of parchment, unfolded it, and held it before Beldi"s eyes, without however letting it out of his hands.
It was the league against Banfi, signed and sealed by the Prince.
The more Beldi read of this doc.u.ment, the blacker grew his looks, till at last, turning his face away, he pushed the doc.u.ment aside with an expression of deep disgust.
"Sir," said he, ""tis a dirty piece of work!"
Teleki was prepared for some such answer, and summoned to his aid all the sophistry of which he was so perfect a master.
"Beldi!" cried he, "we must, for once, put aside all narrow-minded sentiment. Here it is a question of the end and not of the means. The means may seem bad, but we really have no other. Whenever a subject becomes so powerful in a state that the arm of the law is no longer able to bring him to justice, then I say he has only himself to blame if the state is compelled to conspire against him. He whom the axe of the executioner cannot reach, must fall beneath the dagger of the bravo.
Denis Banfi, by despising the Prince"s commands and waging war on his own account, has placed himself outside the law. In such a case, where the ordinary tribunals become inoperative, we must of course have resort to secret tribunals. If any one injures me, and the law can give me no remedy, I make use of my own weapons, and shoot him down wherever I meet him. If the country is injured by any one whom it cannot punish, it must fall back upon the _jus ligatum_, and lay hands upon him whenever and wherever it can. The commonweal requires, the common danger compels such a step."
"We are in the hands of G.o.d!" replied Beldi. "If "tis His will to destroy the fatherland, we can only bow the head and die in defence of our freedom with a good conscience. But never ought we to lift our hands against the liberties we have inherited from our forefathers. Rather let us endure the wrongs which spring from those liberties, than lay the axe to the root of them ourselves! Rather let war and strife burst over the land, than conspire against the laws! That may cost the nation its blood; but this will destroy its very soul. I disapprove of this league, and, sir, I mean to oppose it!"
At these words Michael Teleki rose from his seat, sank down upon his knees before Beldi, raised his hands to heaven, and cried--
"I swear by the living G.o.d, that as I hope for my own and my family"s protection and happiness here and for salvation hereafter, that what I now do, I do as your loyal friend, well knowing that all Banfi"s efforts aim at the ruin of your house, and I solemnly adjure you, as you love your life and the lives of your wife and children, to avert the impending danger by signing the league. I have now done all in my power to save you and my country, and that too at my own risk and peril. I have no other object. Before G.o.d I lie not!"
Beldi turned with calm dignity towards the minister, and said, in a tone of immovable conviction--
"_Fiat just.i.tia, pereat mundus!_"
A few moments after Teleki"s arrival at Bodola, a mounted heyduke had galloped into the courtyard; it was Andrew, Dame Apafi"s faithful old servant, who handed to Dame Beldi a letter from the Princess, adding that the message was doubly urgent, as he already perceived in the courtyard Teleki"s coachman, whom he ought to have forestalled.
Dame Beldi hastily opened the letter and read as follows--
"DEAR SISTER--
"Michael Teleki has set out for Bodola to see your husband. His aim is to secretly ruin Banfi by the hand of Beldi. The magnates have conspired together to break the law. Fortunately, every one of them has a wife, and in the hearts of our women the better feelings of human nature are not yet extinguished. I have charged each one of them to preserve their husbands from Teleki"s wiles; but "tis to you that I chiefly look for help. Beldi is the most eminent of them all. If he joins the league, the rest will follow his example; but he is also the most honourable of men and the best of husbands. I count upon your firmness.
Move heaven and earth!
"Your loving sister,
"ANNA BORNEMISSA."
On reading this letter, Dame Beldi almost swooned.
Teleki had already been closeted with her husband for more than half-an-hour, and the servants had brought word that every one had been ordered away, even from the pa.s.sages leading to the room. In an instant she divined everything. Terror seized her. Perhaps it was already too late! But what could she do? Suddenly, the secret corridor occurred to her, which led from her bedroom to her husband"s. Urged by fear, she rapidly traversed the corridor, reached the tapestried door, stood still before it with a beating heart, and listened. She could only hear Teleki, and he was speaking in an unusually excited voice, which rose almost to a scream. She looked through the keyhole, and beheld the minister on his knees before her husband with uplifted hands, endeavouring to move him by solemn oaths.
Such a sight made Dame Beldi perfectly frantic. What must it be that could make a man so proud and so exalted kneel down before Beldi? What is he swearing so vehemently? Suddenly Banfi"s name struck on her ear; she turned pale with horror, and at the same instant she heard Beldi say the words--"_Fiat just.i.tia, pereat mundus!_" Ignorant as she was of the Latin language, she at once jumped to the conclusion that her husband had yielded, and in her desperation pressed hard upon the door-latch, and finding it immovable, shook the door furiously, exclaiming wildly at the same time--
"My husband! My beloved lord! Lord of my soul! Give no heed to Teleki"s words, for he would ruin you."
Both the men started at this pa.s.sionate cry, and Beldi rose from his seat, went to the door, opened it, and cried angrily to his wife--
"Go to your work, woman! You have no business here."
Then Dame Beldi lost her presence of mind altogether. Fear did not allow her to reflect. The idea that her husband was consenting to Teleki"s schemes rendered her incapable of grasping the situation; and she forgot that the most complaisant of husbands, rather than see his uxoriousness paraded before the world, will do violence to his better nature. So Dame Beldi rushed wildly into the room, sank down at her husband"s feet, convulsively clasped his knees, and cried in a voice of pa.s.sionate remonstrance--
"Sweet lord of my heart! I adjure you not to believe in that man. Don"t be led away. He would bring down innocent blood upon your head. You are too just and merciful to become a headsman."
"Get up, woman! You are mad!"
"Oh! I know what I"m saying. I saw him kneel to you. He who believes in G.o.d, kneels not to man. He would ruin Denis Banfi through you. Woe betide us if you help him! For if Banfi be the first, you will a.s.suredly be the second."
When Teleki saw his secret design thus exposed, he grew wroth.
"If my wife were to treat me so," cried he pa.s.sionately, "I would tear her eyes out. If any one came to me with a saving word of friendship on his tongue, I would thank him for it, and not allow my wife to lead me by the nose."
Beldi turned furiously upon his wife and ordered her out.
"I"ll remain here even if you kill me, for "tis a matter of life or death. When the peace of my family is at stake, I think "tis time for me to speak. I beg, I implore you to hear me. I"ll not allow you to sacrifice Banfi."
Beldi was already so ashamed of this onslaught on his marital authority that he was nearly beside himself; but when his wife began to plead for Banfi, he started back as if an adder had bitten him.
This did not escape Teleki, and with malicious innuendo he exclaimed--
"It seems to me that wives forget _some things_ much sooner than their husbands."
Quick as lightning the dart pierced through Beldi"s soul. The recollection of that kiss came back to him. Pale and speechless, he seized his wife"s arm; her loud sobs only inflamed his jealousy, and dragging her to the tapestried door, he pushed her out and closed it behind her. There she remained, lying on the threshold, loudly cursing the Prince"s minister, and hammering at the closed door with her fists.
Beldi, pale as death, sat down at the table, gnashed his teeth, and whispered huskily--
"Where"s the doc.u.ment?"
Teleki spread out the parchment roll before him on the table.
Beldi took up his pen without a word, and wrote his name in a bold hand beneath that of Michael Apafi.
A triumphant smile played around Teleki"s lips.
No sooner was the deed done than something in Beldi"s breast began to accuse him. Resting his hand on the doc.u.ment, he turned with a very grave face towards Teleki.
"I expressly stipulate," he murmured, in a hollow voice, "that if Banfi be arrested, right and justice shall be done to him, according to the law of the land."
"Quite so! Of course!" returned the Prince"s counsellor, making a s.n.a.t.c.h at the doc.u.ment.
Still Beldi would not let it go.
"Sir," said he, "promise me that you will not secretly a.s.sa.s.sinate Banfi; but that when once he is arrested you will proceed against him before the proper Court of Justice, and in the usual, legitimate way. If you don"t guarantee me that, I"ll tear this parchment to pieces and throw it into the fire, together with my own and the Prince"s signatures."
"I promise it to you on my word of honour," replied the minister, inwardly smiling at the man who was so weak so long as he stood upright, and made such a brave show of firmness when he had already fallen.