"I have already given him my advice, Countess. I thought to do him a service by sending him a more powerful advocate." And the Amba.s.sador left her and went quickly toward the vestibule. As she turned, Monsieur De Froilette bowed low to her; he too was hastening toward the vestibule.
When Desmond Ellerey had followed the messenger across the ball-room, his guide suddenly paused and said in a low tone:
"Her Majesty is in her private apartment, and I am instructed to take you there. Will you come with me this way?"
He turned from the ballroom and led Ellerey along a corridor and through a door, which he locked after him. They pa.s.sed up one corridor and down another for a little distance, and then ushering him into an ante-room, his guide left him there while he went to inform the Queen of his arrival. In a few moments he returned, and, holding open a door, bid him enter.
The Queen was alone, seated by a table at which she had been writing.
Ellerey approached her and bent over her hand.
"The time has come, Captain Ellerey," she said. "You are ready?"
"I am only waiting your Majesty"s commands."
"You have been sent once or twice, Captain Ellerey, to dislodge a certain brigand called Vasilici from his fastnesses in the mountains, and have experienced disappointment perhaps in not finding him."
"That is so, your Majesty."
"It was never intended that you should find him," she answered. "For months past loyal subjects have been gathering in the mountains with Vasilici, waiting for our word to revolt against the thraldom this country is under to foreign nations. In the future it is for us to dictate, not to obey. His Majesty, watched as he is, cannot act freely, so the duty devolves on me. It is for you to proclaim that we in Sturatzberg are ready, by carrying a token to Vasilici, which I will give you, and which you must guard with your life, Captain Ellerey.
The mission with which you are intrusted is a hazardous one. Faction is rife in the country, and spies lurk in every corner of it. Even now there may be some setting out upon the road to bar your way to Vasilici.
But for the trusted bearer of this token await high honor and great reward."
"Even for a foreigner?" asked Ellerey.
"You are no more one, Captain Ellerey. This is the land of your adoption, and by this service are you not proving yourself a worthy son?"
"Your Majesty commands. I am content to trust to your Majesty for my reward; but one thing troubles me."
"What is that?"
"The revolution--for such it must be--will heat men"s blood against the foreigner. May I ask consideration for Lord Cloverton and his staff at the British Emba.s.sy?"
"You have our word that no harm shall come to them. We are not fighting Emba.s.sies, but the riff-raff which has come into our land--the adventurers who bear themselves as though they were our masters. We have been under an iron flail from the palace to the hovel. It is against this subjection that we rebel. You are prepared to fight and win with us."
"I am waiting for the token, your Majesty."
"I love a man of few words," she said; "and as surely as success will come, I pledge my word that the ribbon of the Golden Lion of Sturatzberg shall be yours, Captain Ellerey, and with it revenue sufficient to bear it fittingly. This is the token," she went on, baring her arm, on which, just above the elbow, was a bracelet of iron, a chain joining together four medallions. "It is an ancient treasure of Wallaria, worn, it is said, by savage kings in this country before ever the Romans had trampled it with their all-conquering legions. I will seal it in this box, which you must guard with your life and bear to Vasilici. Seeing it, he will welcome you as he would ourself. With him return triumphantly to Sturatzberg, and if a rabble of rebellious soldiery, led away by traitors who are among us, stand in your way, I can trust Captain Ellerey"s sword to cut a path through it. Will you unclasp the bracelet for me? the fastening is difficult."
As she held out her arm the door opened, and the servant who had fetched Ellerey entered.
"Monsieur De Froilette, your Majesty, has just informed me that his Majesty is on his way here."
For one moment the Queen stood undecided.
"Do not unfasten it, Captain Ellerey," she said, laying a detaining hand upon his. "To-morrow, some time before midnight, it shall be sent to you. Not to your lodging, that might be dangerous. Wait for it at the Toison d"Or. It is an inn of no repute in the Bergenstra.s.se, which runs toward the Southern Gate. This same messenger who came to you to-night shall bring it, sealed as I have said. Then make all speed to Vasilici, who lies in the neighborhood of the Drekner Pa.s.s. Now go.
Quickly. He will show you the way."
It was by a different way they returned.
"The Toison d"Or about midnight," said his guide as he stood to open a door, "and monsieur would do well to leave his lodging by the Western Gate as soon as he has prepared for the journey. This pa.s.sage will take monsieur to the vestibule."
As he went toward the staircase, determined to leave the palace at once, Ellerey saw Baron Petrescu leaning against the marble bal.u.s.trade talking to one of his companions. There were certain men at Court who appeared to follow the Baron like his shadow. He was watching all those who left the palace as carefully as on a former occasion he had scrutinized all those who entered it, and again Ellerey"s appearance seemed to release him from his labors. With a whispered word to his companion he moved hastily among the people who were crossing to the stairs, and contriving to jostle Ellerey, came to a standstill directly in front of him.
"I am waiting, monsieur," he said.
"For what?"
"Your apology."
"You jest with me. I have none to make."
"Monsieur is slow to appreciate," said the Baron, with a curl of his lip. "He forgets that he has stared most insufferably at me on many occasions, and that now he attempts to bar my progress."
"I appreciate that you wish to quarrel with me," Ellerey answered bluntly, "but I am in no mood for quarrelling. Will monsieur oblige by standing out of my way, or must I be at the trouble of throwing him down the stairs?"
The answer came quickly and was to the point. With a sudden sweep of his arm Baron Petrescu struck Ellerey sharply across the face with his glove.
Perhaps there was something in Ellerey"s expression which made the Baron"s companion step hastily to his side. Experience may have taught him that Englishmen have a strange habit of punishing such insults on the spot with a total disregard of all formalities. Perhaps it was his action which prevented Ellerey carrying out his intention. He drew himself up to his full height, the air whistling through his clenched teeth as he caught his breath, and then he bowed slightly to the Baron, who turned away, leaving his companion to settle the matter.
"Monsieur will give me the name of a friend, so that we may arrange for this affair to-morrow."
"Why not to-night? I never sleep upon my quarrels."
"Impossible, monsieur."
"Is not the choice with me?"
"Certainly, but--"
"Then I say to-night," Ellerey answered. "There was a moon when I entered the palace."
The man shrugged his shoulders, disgusted at the utter barbarity of these Englishmen.
"The name of your friend, then, monsieur?"
Ellerey was in a difficulty. He could think of no one to whom he was desirous of intrusting an affair of this kind. Before he could reply, however, he felt a touch upon his arm.
"Can I be of service?" The speaker was an Englishman and a stranger to him.
"You will be doing me a great favor, monsieur, and I thank you."
The stranger at once went aside with the Baron"s friend, In a few minutes he returned.
"Come, Captain Ellerey. It is in half an hour"s time." And with an a.s.senting inclination of his head Ellerey went slowly down the stairs with his companion.
As he did so a woman came from a corner, and leaning over the bal.u.s.trade, watched the descending figures. Her face was pale, and her lips trembled.
"I have sought you for my promised dance," said a voice behind her.
"What is interesting the Countess so much?"