Maritza gave a quick order to a man near her, and immediately other men were hurrying to strengthen the position.
"Who commands?" asked Ellerey, turning to the Baron.
"The Princess," was the answer.
"A dozen leaders fight for me," said Maritza; "but I look to you and the Baron to advise me."
"What forces have you in the city beside these?" Ellerey asked, turning to Petrescu.
"Many are hurrying to join us," he answered.
"And will have to fight their way to us," said Ellerey. "We must hold the Square at all costs, for I see no line of retreat."
"Retreat!" exclaimed Maritza. "There is no retreat for me. To-day makes me Queen in Wallaria or nothing."
"Still, Princess, a momentary retreat might save the day."
"We have no way of retreat, Captain," said Petrescu, and the look in his face told Ellerey plainly enough that, loyal as he was, he had little hope of success. "Circ.u.mstances have forced matters to an issue, and we must stand or fall as the fates decide."
The rattle of musketry was now continuous on all sides, and for those who fell there was little help or thought, friend and foe alike trampling them to death in the struggle. More than once soldiers, thrust forward by those behind them, had broken through the ranks of the defenders, only to be shot or stabbed before they could recover themselves. Again the rushes were stopped and repulsed, but still they were made with unabated fury, and Ellerey saw that each one was more determined, more difficult to meet than the last. Constantly that ominous bending inward was only straightened with great effort.
Presently he touched the Baron on the shoulder, and pointed to one street where, in the distance, mounted men could be seen.
"I have been wondering why they did not use them," said Ellerey.
"The streets are narrow for them," said Petrescu.
"True; but if only a dozen break through there will be confusion." And then, lowering his voice, Ellerey went on: "Is there no way of escape for her?"
"We may carve one for her, Ellerey, you and I; it is the only way I know of."
They had spoken in a low tone, but, had their voices been louder, it is doubtful whether Maritza would have heard them. She was absorbed in watching the deadly struggle which raged around her. She was unconscious of the bells above her, which told quarter after quarter, sounding musically over the city. Perhaps the thought came to her that these men were dying in her cause, at her bidding; but how could she blame herself? Had not thousands before them died for her fathers?
Were her rights less than those of her fathers? And was she not among her subjects to cry victory with them, or to die in their midst? She asked from them no sacrifice which she herself was not prepared to make.
"Will those others who are coming never fight their way to us?" she said turning to Ellerey suddenly.
"If they can, Princess."
It was a vain hope. In every street which led to the Grande Place there had been desperate struggles. In the roadways lay the dead and dying, while others fled to find safety if they could. There was no help to come, and Ellerey did not expect it.
"Charge!"
The command rang out simultaneously from all sides, and there was the jingle of harness and the thud of horses" hoofs.
Here the attack was hurled back, horses riderless, here horse and man pitched forward to be shot and stabbed; and here the same, and here; but yonder the defenders had been driven in, and there too. A dozen hors.e.m.e.n were in the square, and although they fell, confusion had begun. The defense was weakened at several points, more hors.e.m.e.n fought their way in, and with them foot-soldiers gained an entrance. Step by step the rebels were driven backward toward the statue where Maritza stood. "Will those others never fight their way to us?" she cried in almost piteous tones.
"You cannot stay here," said Ellerey. "Come!"
Men were already rushing past them. Once beaten back, hopelessness came quickly, and many of those who had been foremost in the fight now shouted to their comrades to escape if they could. The soldiers, resistlessly pressing forward, were closing in on them when Ellerey spoke. Maritza did not answer.
"Come!" he said again, his hand on her arm.
The touch roused her.
"I have brought you to this; forgive me, Desmond," she said. Her whole ambition was forgotten for a moment in the thought of the man beside her.
Ellerey did not answer. There was no time. The soldiers were upon them.
With Petrescu on one side and Dumitru on the other Ellerey threw himself before the Princess. The final struggle had commenced, and so fierce was the resistance of these three men that the soldiers hesitated and fell back a pace.
"Fly, Princess, while there is time," Ellerey shouted.
"Victory or death, I stay" (and her voice rang clear above the uproar) "with you, Desmond."
The last words were spoken almost in a whisper, and they maddened him.
Here was death, butchery, and she was in the midst of it.
"Maritza! Go, dear! Go!" he cried. "Let me hold them back for a moment.
I will follow. Petrescu! Dumitru!"
So determined was the struggle round the steps of the statue that the tide of battle seemed to have turned again, and some of the rebels dashed fiercely back into the fray.
"Take her, Dumitru," Ellerey whispered. "We"ll hold them while we can."
Suddenly from a corner of the Grande Place, rushing swiftly through the ranks of the flying rebels, came a woman.
"Are you cowards or men?" she cried aloud as she came, and some turned at that cry and met death with a shout of defiance, while others stood irresolute until fear overcame them.
Ellerey saw her as she reached Maritza"s side, and then he was conscious that a stalwart arm was raining heavy blows upon the foes which seemed to surround him.
"She would come. I could not stay her," said Stefan between his deeply panted breaths as he struck again and again.
"Fly, Maritza!"
"Frina! You!"
"Fly, Maritza!" The salvation of Maritza seemed her one thought. The hope that she might accomplish it, even at the last moment, had drawn her hither. How it was to be done she had not asked herself. Yet now she appeared to have found the way.
Even as she spoke Dumitru seized the Princess.
"Come!" he said, as he threw a cloak about her to conceal her ident.i.ty.
"To-day we fail; to-morrow--Ah!"
It was a short, sharp cry, a cry with finality in it. Whatever to-morrow might bring forth, he should have no part in it. His hand still grasped the cloak as he fell backwards, and Maritza was dragged down with him.
"Grigosie," said Ellerey to the soldier beside him as he saw Dumitru fall. He used the name that Stefan might understand to the full. Was there anything that Stefan would not do for Grigosie?
Frina Mavrodin stood for a moment alone above the surging, fighting ma.s.s. She had shuddered when she had pa.s.sed the dead body of Francois in the pa.s.sage, now she drew herself to her full height and looked down upon the battle. She stood there that all men might see her, that Maritza might escape, and then she saw Ellerey with the sweat and grime of the conflict upon him. For an instant their eyes met, her lips whispered his name, and then she threw up her arms, and with a low cry fell p.r.o.ne upon the steps of the statue.
Maritza, who was bending over Dumitru, turned swiftly and made one step towards her when Stefan stopped her.