"The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim may be trusted to be silent," she said.
"We ask him to do nothing against his cousin. We ask only his silence."
"Ay," said I, braving her anger, "but what security shall we have?"
"His word of honor, my lord." I knew that a rebuke to my presumption lay in her calling me "my lord," for, save on formal occasions, she always used to call me Fritz.
"His word of honor!" I grumbled. "In truth, madam--"
"He"s right," said Rischenheim; "he"s right."
"No, he"s wrong," said the queen, smiling. "The count will keep his word, given to me."
Rischenheim looked at her and seemed about to address her, but then he turned to me, and said in a low tone:
"By Heaven, I will, Tarlenheim. I"ll serve her in everything--"
"My lord," said she most graciously, and yet very sadly, "you lighten the burden on me no less by your help than because I no longer feel your honor stained through me. Come, we will go to the palace." And she went to him, saying, "We will go together."
There was nothing for it but to trust him. I knew that I could not turn her.
"Then I"ll see if the carriage is ready," said I.
"Yes, do, Fritz," said the queen. But as I pa.s.sed she stopped me for a moment, saying in a whisper, "Show that you trust him."
I went and held out my hand to him. He took and pressed it.
"On my honor," he said.
Then I went out and found Bernenstein sitting on a bench in the hall.
The lieutenant was a diligent and watchful young man; he appeared to be examining his revolver with sedulous care.
"You can put that away," said I rather peevishly--I had not fancied shaking hands with Rischenheim. "He"s not a prisoner any longer. He"s one of us now."
"The deuce he is!" cried Bernenstein, springing to his feet.
I told him briefly what had happened, and how the queen had won Rupert"s instrument to be her servant.
"I suppose he"ll stick to it," I ended; and I thought he would, though I was not eager for his help.
A light gleamed in Bernenstein"s eyes, and I felt a tremble in the hand that he laid on my shoulder.
"Then there"s only Bauer now," he whispered. "If Rischenheim"s with us, only Bauer!"
I knew very well what he meant. With Rischenheim silent, Bauer was the only man, save Rupert himself, who knew the truth, the only man who threatened that great scheme which more and more filled our thoughts and grew upon us with an increasing force of attraction as every obstacle to it seemed to be cleared out of the way. But I would not look at Bernenstein, fearing to acknowledge even with my eyes how my mind jumped with his. He was bolder, or less scrupulous--which you will.
"Yes, if we can shut Bauer"s mouth." he went on.
"The queen"s waiting for the carriage," I interrupted snappishly.
"Ah, yes, of course, the carriage," and he twisted me round till I was forced to look him in the face. Then he smiled, and even laughed a little.
"Only Bauer now!" said he.
"And Rupert," I remarked sourly.
"Oh, Rupert"s dead bones by now," he chuckled, and with that he went out of the hall door and announced the queen"s approach to her servants.
It must be said for young Bernenstein that he was a cheerful fellow-conspirator. His equanimity almost matched Rudolf"s own; I could not rival it myself.
I drove to the palace with the queen and my wife, the other two following in a second carriage. I do not know what they said to one another on the way, but Bernenstein was civil enough to his companion when I rejoined them. With us my wife was the princ.i.p.al speaker: she filled up, from what Rudolf had told her, the gaps in our knowledge of how he had spent his night in Strelsau, and by the time we arrived we were fully informed in every detail. The queen said little. The impulse which had dictated her appeal to Rischenheim and carried her through it seemed to have died away; she had become again subject to fears and apprehension. I saw her uneasiness when she suddenly put out her hand and touched mine, whispering:
"He must be at the house by now."
Our way did not lie by the house, and we came to the palace without any news of our absent chief (so I call him--as such we all, from the queen herself, then regarded him). She did not speak of him again; but her eyes seemed to follow me about as though she were silently asking some service of me; what it was I could not understand. Bernenstein had disappeared, and the repentant count with him: knowing they were together, I was in no uneasiness; Bernenstein would see that his companion contrived no treachery. But I was puzzled by the queen"s tacit appeal. And I was myself on fire for news from the Konigstra.s.se. It was now two hours since Rudolf Ra.s.sendyll had left us, and no word had come of him or from him. At last I could bear it no longer. The queen was sitting with her hand in my wife"s; I had been seated on the other side of the room, for I thought that they might wish to talk to one another; yet I had not seen them exchange a word. I rose abruptly and crossed the room to where they were.
"Have you need of my presence, madam, or have I your permission to be away for a time?" I asked.
"Where do you wish to go, Fritz?" the queen asked with a little start, as though I had come suddenly across her thoughts.
"To the Konigstra.s.se," said I.
To my surprise she rose and caught my hand.
"G.o.d bless you, Fritz!" she cried. "I don"t think I could have endured it longer. But I wouldn"t ask you to go. But go, my dear friend, go and bring me news of him. Oh, Fritz, I seem to dream that dream again!"
My wife looked up at me with a brave smile and a trembling lip.
"Shall you go into the house, Fritz?" she asked.
"Not unless I see need, sweetheart," said I.
She came and kissed me. "Go, if you are wanted," she said. And she tried to smile at the queen, as though she risked me willingly.
"I could have been such a wife, Fritz," whispered the queen. "Yes, I could."
I had nothing to say; at the moment I might not have been able to say it if I had. There is something in the helpless courage of women that makes me feel soft. We can work and fight; they sit and wait. Yet they do not flinch. Now I know that if I had to sit and think about the thing I should turn cur.
Well, I went, leaving them there together. I put on plain clothes instead of my uniform, and dropped my revolver into the pocket of my coat. Thus prepared, I slipped out and made my way on foot to the Konigstra.s.se.
It was now long past midday, but many folks were at their dinner and the streets were not full. Two or three people recognized me, but I pa.s.sed by almost unnoticed. There was no sign of stir or excitement, and the flags still floated high in the wind. Sapt had kept his secret; the men of Strelsau thought still that their king lived and was among them. I feared that Rudolf"s coming would have been seen, and expected to find a crowd of people near the house. But when I reached it there were no more than ten or a dozen idle fellows lounging about. I began to stroll up and down with as careless an air as I could a.s.sume.
Soon, however, there was a change. The workmen and business folk, their meal finished, began to come out of their houses and from the restaurants. The loafers before No. 19 spoke to many of them. Some said, "Indeed?" shook their heads, smiled and pa.s.sed on: they had no time to waste in staring at the king. But many waited; lighting their cigars or cigarettes or pipes, they stood gossiping with one another, looking at their watches now and again, lest they should overstay their leisure.
Thus the a.s.sembly grew to the number of a couple of hundred. I ceased my walk, for the pavement was too crowded, and hung on the outskirts of the throng. As I loitered there, a cigar in my mouth, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning round, I saw the lieutenant. He was in uniform. By his side was Rischenheim.
"You"re here too, are you?" said I. "Well, nothing seems to be happening, does it?"
For No. 19 showed no sign of life. The shutters were up, the door closed; the little shop was not open for business that day.
Bernenstein shook his head with a smile. His companion took no heed of my remark; he was evidently in a state of great agitation, and his eyes never left the door of the house. I was about to address him, when my attention was abruptly and completely diverted by a glimpse of a head, caught across the shoulders of the bystanders.