"But you oughtn"t to mix yourself up--"
"Did you act on that principle when you came to Kravonia?"
With a smile Sophy gave him her hand. "So be it. I accept your service--for Monseigneur."
"I give it to you," he persisted.
"Yes--and all that is mine I give to Monseigneur," said Sophy.
Any man who meets, or after an interval of time meets again, an attractive woman, only to find that her thoughts are pre-empted and totally preoccupied, suffers an annoyance not the less real because he sees the absurdity of it; it is to find shut a gate which with better luck might have been open. The unusual circ.u.mstances of his new encounter with Sophy did not save Dunstanbury from this common form of chagrin; the tragic element in her situation gave it a rather uncommon flavor. He would fain have appeared as the knight-errant to rescue such beauty in such distress; but the nature of the distress did not seem favorable to the proper romantic sequel.
He made his offer of service to her; she a.s.signed him to the service of Monseigneur! He laughed at his own annoyance--and determined to serve Monseigneur as well as he could. At the same time, while conceding most amply--nay, even feeling--Monseigneur"s excuse, he could not admire his policy in the choice of a bride. That was doubtless a sample of how things were done in Kravonia! He lived to feel the excuse more strongly--and to p.r.o.nounce the judgment with greater hesitation.
Sophy had given him her hand again as she accepted his offer in Monseigneur"s name.--He had not yet released it when she was called from the street below in a woman"s voice--a voice full of haste and alarm.
"Marie Zerkovitch calls me! I must go at once," she said. "I expect Monseigneur is awake." She hurried off with a nod of farewell.
Dunstanbury stayed a little while on the wall, smoking a cigarette, and then went down into the street. The door of the guard-house was shut; all was very quiet as he pa.s.sed along to the market-place where the inn was situated. He went up to his room overlooking the street, and, taking off his coat only, flung himself on the bed. He was minded thus to await Basil Williamson"s return with news of the King. But the excitement of the day had wearied him; in ten minutes he was sound asleep.
He was aroused by Basil Williamson"s hand on his shoulder. The young doctor, a slim-built, dark, wiry fellow, looked very weary and sad.
"How has it gone?" asked Dunstanbury, sitting up.
"It"s been a terrible night. I"m glad you"ve had some sleep. He awoke after an hour; the hemorrhage had set in again. I had to tell him it was a thousand to one against him. He sent for her, and made me leave them alone together. There was only one other room, and I waited there with a little woman--a Madame Zerkovitch--who cried terribly. Then he sent for Lukovitch, who seems to be the chief man in the place. Presently Lukovitch went away, and I went back to the King. I found him terribly exhausted; she was there, sitting by him and whispering to him now and then; she seemed calm. Presently Lukovitch came back; the Zerkovitches and the German man came too. They all came in--the King would not hear my objections--and with them came a priest. And then and there the King married her! She spoke to n.o.body except to me before the service began, and then she only said: "Monseigneur wishes it." I waited till the service was done, but I could bear no more. I went outside while they shrived him. But I was called back hurriedly. Then the end came very soon--in less than half an hour. He sent everybody away except her and me, and when I had done all that was possible, I went as far off as I could--into the corner of the room. I came back at a call from her just before he died. The man was looking extraordinarily happy, Dunstanbury."
"They were married?"
"Oh yes. It"s all right, I suppose--not that it seems to matter much now, does it? Put on your coat and come to the window. You"ll see a sight you"ll remember, I think."
Together they went to the window. The sun had risen from behind the mountains and flooded the city with light; the morning air was crisp and fragrant. The market-place was thronged with people--men in line in front, women, girls, and boys in a ma.s.s behind. They were all absolutely quiet and silent. Opposite where they were was a raised platform of wood, reached by steps from the ground; it was a rostrum for the use of those who sold goods by auction in the market. A board on trestles had been laid on this, and on the board was stretched the body of the King.
At his feet stood Lukovitch; behind were Max von Hollbrandt, Zerkovitch, and Marie. At the King"s head stood Sophy, and Peter Va.s.sip knelt on the ground beside her. She stood like a statue, white and still; but Dunstanbury could see the Red Star glowing.
Lukovitch seemed to have been speaking, although the sound of his voice had not reached them through the closed window of the topmost room in the inn. He spoke again now--not loudly, but in a very clear voice.
"The King lies dead through treachery," he said. "In Slavna the German woman rules, and her son, and the men who killed the King. Will you have them to rule over you, men of Volseni?"
A shout of "No!" rang out, followed again by absolute silence. Lukovitch drew the curved sword that he wore and raised it in the air. All the armed men followed his example; the rest, with the women and young people, raised their right hands. It was their custom in calling Heaven to witness.
"G.o.d hears us!" said Lukovitch, and all the people repeated the words after him.
Dunstanbury whispered to Basil: "Do they mean to fight?" An eagerness stirred in his voice.
"Listen! He"s speaking again."
"Whom then will you have for your King, men of Volseni?" asked Lukovitch. "There is one on whose finger the King has put the silver ring of the Bailiffs of Volseni. With his own hand he set it there before he died--he set it there when he made her his Queen, as you have heard. Will you have the Bailiff of Volseni for your King?"
A great shout of "Yes!" answered him.
"You will have Sophia for your King?"
"Sophia for our King!" they cried.
Lukovitch raised his sword again; all raised swords or hands. The solemn words "G.o.d hears us!" were spoken from every mouth. Lukovitch turned to Sophy and handed his drawn sword to her. She took it. Then she knelt down and kissed the King"s lips. Rising to her feet again, she stood for a moment silent, looking over the thronged market-square; yet she seemed hardly to see; her eyes were vacant. At last she raised the sword to her lips, kissed it, and then held it high in the air.
"It was Monseigneur"s wish. Let us avenge him! G.o.d hears me!"
"G.o.d hears you!" came all the voices.
The ceremony was finished. Six men took up the board on which the King lay, carried it down from the rostrum, and along the street to the guard-house. Sophy followed, and her friends walked after her. Still she seemed as though in a dream; her voice had sounded absent, almost unconscious. She was pale as death, save for the Red Star.
Following her dead, she pa.s.sed out of sight. Immediately the crowd began to disperse, though most of the men with arms gathered round Lukovitch and seemed to await his orders.
Basil Williamson moved away from the window with a heavy sigh and a gesture of dejection.
"I wish we could get her safe out of it," he said. "Isn"t it wonderful, her being here?"
"Yes--but I"d forgotten that." Dunstanbury was still by the window; he had been thinking that his service now would not be to Monseigneur. Yet no doubt Basil had mentioned the wisest form of service. Sophy"s own few words--the words for which she cited Heaven"s witness--hinted at another.
But Basil had recalled his mind to the marvel. Moved as he had been by his talk with Sophy, and even more by the scene which had just been enacted before his eyes, his face lit up with a smile as he looked across to Basil.
"Yes, old fellow, wonderful! Sophy Grouch! Queen of Kravonia! It beats Macbeth hollow!"
"It"s pretty nearly as dreary!" said Basil, with a discontented grunt.
"I find it pretty nearly as exciting," Dunstanbury said. "And I hope for a happier ending. Meanwhile"--he buckled the leather belt which held his revolver round his waist--"I"m for some breakfast, and then I shall go and ask that tall fellow who did all the talking if there"s anything I can do for King Sophia. By Jove! wouldn"t Cousin Meg open her eyes?"
"You"ll end by getting yourself stuck up against the wall and shot,"
Basil grumbled.
"If I do, I"m quite sure of one thing, old fellow--and that is that your wooden old mug will be next in the line, or thereabouts."
"I say, Dunstanbury, I wish I could have saved him!"
"So do I. Did you notice her face?"
Williamson gave a scornful toss of his head.
"Well, yes, I was an a.s.s to ask that!" Dunstanbury admitted, candidly.
It would certainly not have been easy to avoid noticing Sophy"s face.
At six o"clock that morning Max von Hollbrandt took horse for Slavna.
His diplomatic character at once made it proper for him to rejoin his Legation and enabled him to act as a messenger with safety to himself.
He carried the tidings of the death of the King and of the proclamation--of Sophy. There was no concealment. Volseni"s defiance to Slavna was open and avowed. Volseni held that there was no true Stefanovitch left, and cited the will of the last of the Royal House as warrant for its choice. The gauntlet was thrown down with a royal air.
It was well for Max to get back to his post. The diplomatists in Slavna, and their chiefs at home, were soon to be busy with the affairs of Kravonia. Mist.i.tch had struck at the life of even more than his King--that was to become evident before many days had pa.s.sed.