"And they never make you think?" Her glance was quick at him for an instant.
"There"s danger in thinking too much, even for ladies," he told her.
She looked at him more gravely, for his eyes were on her now with a kindly, perhaps a remorseful, look.
"You mean that for me?" she asked. "But if I, too, only obey my orders?"
"With all my heart I hope they may lead you into no danger," he said.
"There"s only one danger in all the world--losing what you love."
"Not, sometimes, gaining it?" he asked quickly.
"Still, the only danger would be of losing it again."
"There"s life, too," he remarked with a shrug.
"Sir, we"re soldiers!" she cried in merry reproof.
"That doesn"t prevent me from prizing your life, Baroness, in the interests of a world not too rich in what you contribute to it."
Sophy looked at him, a subtle merriment in her eyes. "I think, Captain Markart, that, if you were my doctor, you"d advise me to try--a change of air! Praslok is too exciting, is that it? But I found Slavna--well, far from relaxing, you know!"
"The Kravonian climate as a whole, Baroness--"
"Oh no, no, that"s too much!" she interrupted. Then she said: "It"s very kind of you--yes, I mean that--and it"s probably--I don"t know--but probably against your orders. So I thank you. But I can face even the rigors of Kravonia."
She held out her hand; he bent and kissed it. "In fact, I hadn"t the least right to say it," he confessed. "Not the least from any point of view. It"s your fault, though, Baroness."
"Since I"m party to the crime, I"ll keep the secret," she promised with a decidedly kindly glance. To Sophy, admiration of herself always argued something good in a man; she had none of that ungracious scorn which often disfigures the smile of beauty. She gave a little sigh, followed quickly by a smile.
"We"ve said all we possibly can to one another, you and I; more than we could, perhaps! And now--to duty!" She pointed to the door of the Castle.
The Prince was coming down the wooden causeway. He, too, wore the Volseni sheepskins. In his hand he carried a sealed letter. Almost at the same moment a groom led Markart"s horse from the stables. The Prince joined them and, after a bow to Sophy, handed the letter to Markart.
"For his Majesty. And you remember my message to General Stenovics?"
"Accurately, sir."
"Good!" He gave Markart his hand. "Good-bye--a pleasant ride to you, Captain--pleasanter than last night"s." His grave face broke into a smile.
"I"m not to have Monsieur Zerkovitch"s company this time, sir?"
"Why, no, Captain. You see, Zerkovitch left the Castle soon after six o"clock. Rather a short night, yes, but he was in a hurry."
Sophy burst into a laugh at the dismay on Markart"s face. "We neither of us knew that, Captain Markart, did we?" she cried. "We thought he was sleeping off the fright you"d given him!"
"Your Royal Highness gives me leave--?" stammered Markart, his eye on his horse.
"Certainly, Captain. But don"t be vexed, there will be no invidious comparisons. Zerkovitch doesn"t propose to report himself to General Stenovics immediately on his arrival."
Good-natured Markart joined in the laugh at his own expense. "I"m hardly awake yet; he must be made of iron, that Zerkovitch!"
"Quicksilver!" smiled the Prince. As Markart mounted, he added: "Au revoir!"
Markart left the two standing side by side--the Prince"s serious face lit up with a rare smile, Sophy"s beauty radiant in merriment. His own face fell as he rode away. "I half wish I was in the other camp," he grumbled. But Stenovics"s power held him--and the fear of Stafnitz. He went back to a work in which his heart no longer was; for his heart had felt Sophy"s spell.
"You can have had next to no sleep all night, Monseigneur," said Sophy in reproach mingled with commiseration.
"I don"t need it; the sight of your face refreshes me. We must talk.
Zerkovitch brought news."
In low, grave tones he told her the tidings, and the steps which he and Zerkovitch had taken.
"I understand my father"s reasons for keeping me in the dark; he meant it well, but he was blinded by this idea about my marriage. But I see, too, how it fitted in with Stenovics"s ideas. I think it"s war between us now--and I"m ready."
Sophy was almost dazed. The King"s life was not to be relied on for a week--for a day--no, not for an hour! But she listened attentively.
Zerkovitch had gone back to Slavna on a fresh horse and at top speed; he would have more than two hours" lead of Markart. His first duty was to open communications with Lepage and arrange that the valet should send to him all the information which came to his ears, and any impressions which he was able to gather in the Palace. Zerkovitch would forward the reports to Praslok immediately, so long as the Prince remained at the Castle. But the Prince was persuaded that his father would not refuse to see him, now that he knew the true state of the case. "My father is really attached to me," he said, "and if I see him, I"m confident that I can persuade him of the inexpediency of my leaving the kingdom just now.
A hint of my suspicions with regard to the Countess and Stenovics would do it; but I"m reluctant to risk giving him such a shock. I think I can persuade him without."
"But is it safe for you to trust yourself at Slavna--in the Palace? And alone?"
"I must risk the Palace alone--and I"m not much afraid. Stenovics might go to war with me, but I don"t think he"d favor a.s.sa.s.sination. And to Slavna I sha"n"t go alone. Our gunners will go with us, Sophy. We have news of the guns being on the way; there will be nothing strange in my marching the gunners down to meet them. They"re only half-trained, even in drill, but they"re brave fellows. We"ll take up our quarters with them in Suleiman"s Tower. I don"t fear all Slavna if I hold Suleiman"s Tower with three hundred Volsenians. Stafnitz may do his worst!"
"Yes, I see," she answered, thoughtfully. "I can"t come with you to Suleiman"s Tower, though."
"Only if there are signs of danger. Then you and Marie must come; if all is quiet, you can stay in her house. We can meet often--as often as possible. For the rest, we must wait."
She saw that they must wait. It was impossible to approach the King on the matter of Sophy. It cut dead at the heart of his ambition; it would be a shock as great as the discovery of Countess Ellenburg"s ambitions.
It could not be risked.
"But if, under Stenovics"s influence, the King does refuse to see you?"
she asked--"Refuses to see you, and repeats his orders?"
The Prince"s face grew very grave, but his voice was firm.
"Not even the King--not even my father--can bid me throw away the inheritance which is mine. The hand would be the King"s, but the voice the voice of Stenovics. I shouldn"t obey; they"d have to come to Volseni and take me."
Sophy"s eyes kindled. "Yes, that"s right!" she said. "And for to-day?"
"Nothing will happen to-day--unless, by chance, the thing which we now know may happen any day; and of that we shouldn"t hear till evening. And there"s no drill even. I sent the men to their homes on forty-eight hours" furlough yesterday morning." His face relaxed in a smile. "I think to-day we can have a holiday, Sophy."
She clapped her hands in glee. "Oh, Monseigneur, a holiday!"
"It may be the last for a long time," he said; "so we must enjoy it."
This day--this holiday which might be the last--pa.s.sed in a fine carelessness and a rich joy in living. The cloudless sky and the glittering waters of Lake Talti were parties to their pleasure, whether as they rode far along the sh.o.r.e, or sat and ate a simple meal on the rock-strewn margin. Hopes and fears, dangers and stern resolves, were forgotten; even of the happier issues which the future promised, or dangled before their eyes, there was little thought or speech. The blood of youth flowed briskly, the heart of youth rose high. The grave Prince joked, jested, and paid his court; Sophy"s eyes gleamed with the fun as not even the most exalted and perilous adventure could make them sparkle.
"Oh, it"s good," she cried--"good to live and see the sun! Monseigneur, I believe I"m a pagan--a sun-worshipper! When he"s good enough to warm me through, and to make the water glitter for me, and shadows dance in such a cunning pattern on the hills, then I think I"ve done something that he likes, and that he"s pleased with me!" She sprang to her feet and stretched out her hands towards the sun. "In the grave, I believe, I shall remember the glorious light; my memory of that could surely never die!"