"She"s still there?" asked the King. He looked perplexed, even vexed, but again he smiled. He looked at Stenovics and Stafnitz, but this time he found no responsive smiles. Their faces were deadly serious. "Oh, come, well--well, that"s not serious. Natural, perhaps, but--the Prince has a sense of duty. He"ll see that that won"t do. And we"ll send the Baroness a hint--we"ll tell her how much we miss her at Slavna." He tried to make them answer his smile and accept his smoothing away of the difficulty. It was all a failure.
"I"m bound to say, sir, that I consider Baroness Dobrava a serious obstacle to his Royal Highness"s obeying your wishes--a serious obstacle," said Stenovics.
"Then we must get her away, General."
"Will he let her go?" snapped the Countess.
"I must order it, if it comes to that," said the King. "These little--er--affairs--these--what?--holiday flirtations--"
The Countess lost--or appeared to lose--control of herself suddenly.
"Little affairs! Holiday flirtations! If it were only that, it would be beneath your notice, sir, and beneath mine. It"s more than that!"
The King started and leaned forward, looking at her. She rose to her feet, crying: "More than that! While we sit talking here, he may be marrying that woman!"
"Marrying her?" cried the King; his face turned red, and then, as the blood ebbed again, became very pale.
"That"s what she means--yes, and what he means, too!"
The King was aghast. The second a.s.sault struck home--struck at his dearest hopes and wounded his most intimate ambitions. But he was still incredulous. He spread out trembling hands, turning from the vehement woman to his two counsellors.
"Gentlemen!" he said, imploringly, with out-stretched hands.
They were silent--grave and silent.
"Captain Markart, you--you saw anything to suggest this--this terrible idea?"
The fire was hot on poor Markart again. He stammered and stuttered.
"The--the Baroness seemed to have much influence, sir; to--to hold a very high position in the Prince"s regard; to--to be in his confidence--"
"Yes!" struck in the Countess. "She wears the uniform of his artillery!
Isn"t that a compliment usually reserved for ladies of royal rank? I appeal to you, Colonel Stafnitz!"
"In most services it is so, I believe, Countess," the Colonel answered gravely.
"But I should never allow it--and without my consent--"
"It might be invalid, sir, though there"s some doubt about that. But it would be a fatal bar to our German project. Even an influence short of actual marriage--"
"She means marriage, I say, marriage!" The Countess was quite rudely impatient of her ally--which was very artistic. "An ambitious and dangerous woman! She has taken advantage of the favor the King showed her."
"And if I died?" asked the King.
Stenovics shrugged his shoulders. "Of course, there would be no control then," said he.
The King looked round. "We must get her away from Praslok."
"Will she come?" jeered the Countess. "Not she! Will he let her go? Not he!"
The King pa.s.sed his hand weakly across his brow. Then he rang a bell on the table. Lepage entered, and the King bade him bring him the draught which Natcheff had prescribed for his nerves. Well might the unfortunate man feel the need of it, between the Countess"s open eruption and the not less formidable calm of Stenovics and Stafnitz! And all his favorite dreams in danger!
"She won"t leave him--or he"ll follow her. The woman has infatuated him!" the Countess persisted.
"Pray, madame, let me think," said the hara.s.sed and sick King. "We must open communications with Baroness Dobrava."
"May I suggest that the matter might prove urgent, sir?" said Stenovics.
"Every hour is full of danger," declared the Countess.
The King held up his hand for silence. Then he took paper and pen, and wrote with his own hand some lines. He signed the doc.u.ment and folded it. His face was now firm and calmer. The peril to his greatest hopes--perhaps a sense of the precarious tenure of his power--seemed to impart to him a new promptness, a decision alien to his normal character. "Colonel Stafnitz!" he said in a tone of command.
The Colonel rose to his feet and saluted. From an adviser in council he became in a moment a soldier on duty.
"I am about to entrust to you a duty of great delicacy. I choose you because, short of General Stenovics himself, there is no man in whom I have such confidence. To-morrow morning you will go to Praslok and inform his Royal Highness that you have a communication from me for Baroness Dobrava. If the Prince is absent, you will see the Baroness herself. If she is absent, you will follow her and find her. The matter is urgent. You will tell her that it is my request that she at once accompany you back here to the Palace, where I shall receive her and acquaint her with my further wishes. If she asks of these, say that you are not empowered to tell her anything; she must learn them from myself.
If she makes any demur about accompanying you immediately, or if demur is made or delay suggested from any quarter, you will say that my request is a command. If that is not sufficient, you will produce this paper. It is an order under my hand, addressed to you and directing you to arrest Baroness Dobrava and escort her here to my presence, notwithstanding any objection or resistance, which any person whatever will offer at his peril. You will be back here by to-morrow evening, with the Baroness in your charge. Do it without employing the order for arrest if possible, but do it anyhow and at all costs. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly, sir. Am I to take an escort?"
The answer to that question was anxiously considered--and awaited anxiously.
"Yes," said the King, "you will. The precise force I leave to your discretion. It should be large enough to make you secure from hinderance by any act short of open and armed resistance to my commands."
Stafnitz saluted again, and at a sign from the King resumed his seat.
The King"s manner relaxed as he turned to Stenovics. "When we"ve got her here, we"ll reason with her--she"ll hear reason--and persuade her that her health will benefit by a foreign trip. If necessary, I shall cause her to be deported. She must be out of Kravonia in three days unless she can clear herself from all suspicion. I"ll arrange that the Prince sha"n"t come for his audience until she is well out of Slavna. It is, of course, absolutely essential that no word of this should pa.s.s the walls of this room. If once a hint of it reached Praslok, the task of laying our hands on the Baroness might become infinitely more difficult."
The three were well pleased. They had come to fear Sophy, and on that score alone would be right glad to see the last of her. And when she had gone, there was a fairer chance that the Prince, too, would go on his travels; whether he went after her or not they cared little, so that he went, and the recruiting and training at Volseni were interrupted.
Again, she was to go before the audience. That was another point. The peril of the audience remained, but they had improved their chances.
Perhaps Stafnitz"s brain was already busy with the possibilities of his mission and his escort. The latter was to be large enough to make him secure from hinderance by any act short of open and armed resistance to the King"s commands. If it were impossible (as his Majesty obviously considered) to contemplate such resistance, it was evidently no less impossible to reckon what might happen as a consequence of it.
The King rang his bell impatiently. "I want my draught again. I"m very tired. Is there anything else which need detain us to-day?"
As he spoke, before Stenovics could answer, Lepage came in with the draught. The valet wore an even unusually demure and uninterested expression.
"There is one other matter, sir," said Stenovics.
The King paused in the act of drinking and listened with his gla.s.s in his hand, Lepage standing beside him.
"Your Majesty just now impressed on us the need of secrecy as to what pa.s.ses between these walls. I think, sir, you would insist on the same thing with all who serve you confidentially. You haven"t asked, sir, how the Prince became aware of the state of your Majesty"s health."
The King started a little. "No, I forgot that. It was against my direct orders. How was it?"
Stenovics kept his eyes on the King; Markart and Stafnitz allowed themselves to study Lepage"s features; he stood the scrutiny well.
"The news, sir, was betrayed by a man within these walls--a man in close touch with your Majesty."
"Natcheff!" exclaimed the King.
"Certainly not, sir. Another. This man, of whom I had suspicions, and whom I caused to be watched, went by night to the house of Monsieur Zerkovitch, who is, as you are aware, a close friend and (if I may use the word) an adherent of the Prince of Slavna. Their interview took place between nine and ten last night. At eleven Zerkovitch, having borrowed a horse from the Prince"s stables, set out for Praslok. He rode hard through the night and reached the Castle, as Captain Markart has told us, in the small hours of the morning. There he had an interview with the Prince. He left Praslok between six and seven in the morning and arrived at his house on the south boulevard by eleven. At half-past eleven he walked up the Street of the Fountain, crossed St. Michael"s Square, and entered a small inn in a little alley behind the Cathedral.