"They"ve quarrelled?" cried Lukovitch.
"Oh no, sir. Possibly General Stenovics is afraid they might." He spoke again to Sophy. "Madame, do you still blame me for being the General"s messenger?"
"No, Monsieur Lepage; but there"s much to consider in the message.
Captain Lukovitch, if Monseigneur had read this message, what would he have thought the General meant?"
Lukovitch"s face was full of excitement as he answered her:
"The Prince wouldn"t have cared what General Stenovics meant. He would have said that the guns would be three days on the river before they came to Slavna, that the barges would take the best part of an hour to get through Miklevni lock, that there was good cover within a quarter of a mile of the lock--"
Sophy leaned forward eagerly. "Yes, yes?" she whispered.
"And that an escort of a hundred men was--well, might be--not enough!"
"And that riding from Volseni--?"
"One might easily be at Miklevni before Colonel Stafnitz and the guns could arrive there!"
Dunstanbury gave a start, Zerkovitch a chuckle, Lepage a quiet smile.
Sophy rose to her feet; the Star glowed, there was even color in her cheeks besides.
"If there are fifty, or thirty, or twenty," she said, her eyes set on Dunstanbury, "who would count their lives well risked, we may yet strike one blow for Monseigneur and for the guns he loved."
Dunstanbury looked round. "There are three here," he said.
"Four!" called Basil Williamson from the doorway, where he had stood un.o.bserved.
"Five!" cried Sophy, and, for the first time since Monseigneur died, she laughed.
"Five times five, and more, if we can get good horses enough!" said Captain Lukovitch.
"I should like to join you, but I must go back and tell General Stenovics that you will consider his message, madame," smiled Lepage.
XXII
JEALOUS OF DEATH
In the end they started thirty strong, including Sophy herself. There were the three Englishmen, Dunstanbury, Basil Williamson, and Henry Brown, Dunstanbury"s servant, an old soldier, a good rider and shot. The rest were st.u.r.dy young men of Volseni, once destined for the ranks of the Prince of Slavna"s artillery; Lukovitch and Peter Va.s.sip led them.
Not a married man was among them, for, to his intense indignation, Zerkovitch was left behind in command of the city. Sophy would have this so, and nothing would move her; she would not risk causing Marie Zerkovitch to weep more and to harbor fresh fears of her. So they rode, "without enc.u.mbrances," as Dunstanbury said, laughing--his spirits rose inexpressibly as the moment of action came.
Their horses were all that could be mustered in Volseni of a mettle equal to the dash. The little band paraded in the market-place on Friday afternoon; there they were joined by Sophy, who had been to pay a last visit to Monseigneur"s grave; she came among them sad, yet seeming more serene. Her spirit was the happier for striking a blow in Monseigneur"s name. The rest of them were in high feather; the prospect of the expedition went far to blot out the tragedy of the past and to veil the threatening face of the future. As dusk fell, they rode out of the city gate.
Miklevni lies twenty miles up the course of the river from Slavna; but the river flows there nearly from north to south, turning to the east only four or five miles above the capital. You ride, then, from Volseni to Miklevni almost in a straight line, leaving Slavna away on the left.
It is a distance of no more than thirty-five miles or thereabouts, but the first ten consist of a precipitous and rugged descent by a bridle-path from the hills to the valley of the Krath. No pace beyond a walk was possible at any point here, and for the greater part of the way it was necessary to lead the horses. When once the plain was reached, there was good going, sometimes over country roads, sometimes over gra.s.s, to Miklevni.
It was plain that the expedition could easily be intercepted by a force issuing from Slavna and placing itself astride the route; but then they did not expect a force to issue from Slavna. That would be done only by the orders of General Stenovics, and Lepage had gone back to Slavna to tell the General that his message was being considered--very carefully considered--in Volseni. General Stenovics, if they understood him rightly, would not move till he heard more. For the rest, risks must be run. If all went well, they hoped to reach Miklevni before dawn on Sat.u.r.day. There they were to lie in wait for Stafnitz--and for the big guns which were coming down the Krath from Kolsko to Slavna.
Lukovitch was the guide, and had no lack of counsel from lads who knew the hills as well as their sweethearts" faces. He rode first, and, while they were on the bridle-path, they followed in single file, walking their horses or leading them. Sophy and Dunstanbury rode behind, with Basil Williamson and Henry Brown just in front of them. In advance, some hundreds of yards, Peter Va.s.sip acted as scout, coming back from time to time to advise Lukovitch that the way was clear. The night fell fine and fresh, but it was very dark. That did not matter; the men of Volseni were like cats for seeing in the dark.
The first ten miles pa.s.sed slowly and tediously, but without mistake or mishap. They halted on the edge of the plain an hour before midnight and took rest and food--each man carried provisions for two days. Behind them now rose the steep hills whence they had come, before them stretched the wide plain; away on their left was Slavna, straight ahead Miklevni, the goal of their pilgrimage. Lukovitch moved about, seeing that every man gave heed to his horse and had his equipment and his weapons in good order. Then came the word to remount, and between twelve and one, with a cheer hastily suppressed, the troop set forth at a good trot over the level ground. Now Williamson and Henry Brown fell to the rear with three or four Volsenians, lest by any chance or accident Sophy should lose or be cut off from the main body. Lukovitch and Peter Va.s.sip rode together at the head.
To Dunstanbury that ride by night, through the spreading plain, was wonderful--a thing sufficient in itself, without regard to its object or its issue. He had seen some service before--and there was the joy of that. He had known the comradeship of a bold enterprise--there was the exaltation of that. He had taken great risks before--there was the excitement of that. The night had ere now called him to the saddle--and it called now with all its fascination. His blood tingled and burned with all these things. But there was more. Beside him all the way was the figure of Sophy dim in the darkness, and the dim silhouette of her face--dim, yet, as it seemed, hardly blurred; its pallor stood out even in the night. She engrossed his thoughts and spurred his speculations.
What thoughts dwelt in her? Did she ride to death, and was it a death she herself courted? If so, he was sworn in his soul to thwart her, even to his own death. She was not food for death, his soul cried, pa.s.sionately protesting against that loss, that impoverishment of the world. Why had they let her come? She was not a woman of whom that could be asked; therefore it was that his mind so hung on her, with an attraction, a fascination, an overbearing curiosity. The men of Volseni seemed to think it natural that she should come. They knew her, then, better than he did!
Save for the exchange of a few words now and then about the road, they had not talked; he had respected her silence. But she spoke now, and to his great pleasure less sadly than he had expected. Her tone was light, and witnessed to a whimsical enjoyment which not even memory could altogether quench.
"This is my first war, Lord Dunstanbury," she said. "The first time I"ve taken the field in person at the head of my men!"
"Yes, your Majesty"s first campaign. May it be glorious!" he answered, suiting his tone to hers.
"My first and my last, I suppose. Well, I could hardly have looked to have even one--in those old days you know of--could I?"
"Frankly, I never expected to hold my commission as an officer from you," he laughed. "As it is, I"m breaking all the laws in the world, I suppose. Perhaps they"ll never hear of it in England, though."
"Where there are no laws left, you can break none," she said. "There are none left in Kravonia now. There"s but one crime--to be weak; and but one penalty--death."
"Neither the crime nor the penalty for us to-night!" he cried, gayly.
"Queen Sophia"s star shines to-night!"
"Can you see it?" she asked, touching her cheek a moment.
"No, I can"t," he laughed. "I forgot--I spoke metaphorically."
"When people speak of my star, I always think of this. So my star shines to-night? Yes, I think so--shines brightly before it sets! I wonder if Kravonia"s star, too, will have a setting soon--a stormy setting!"
"Well, we"re not helping to make it more tranquil," said Dunstanbury.
He saw her turn her head suddenly and sharply towards him; she spoke quickly and low.
"I"m seeking a man"s life in this expedition," she said. "It"s his or mine before we part."
"I don"t blame you for that."
"Oh no!" The reply sounded almost contemptuous; at least it showed plainly that her conscience was not troubled. "And he won"t blame me either. When he sees me, he"ll know what it means."
"And, in fact, I intend to help. So do we all, I think."
"It was our oath in Volseni," she answered. "They think Monseigneur will sleep the better for it. But I know well that nothing troubles Monseigneur"s sleep. And I"m so selfish that I wish he could be troubled--yes, troubled about me; that he could be riding in the spirit with us to-night, hoping for our victory; yet very anxious, very anxious about me; that I could still bring him joy and sorrow, grief and delight. I can"t desire that Monseigneur should sleep so well. They"re kinder to him--his own folk of Volseni. They aren"t jealous of his sleep--not jealous of the peace of death. But I"m very jealous of it.
I"m to him now just as all the rest are; I, too, am nothing to Monseigneur now."
"Who knows? Who can know?" said Dunstanbury, softly.
His attempted consolation, his invoking of the old persistent hope, the saving doubt, did not reach her heart. In her great love of life, the best she could ask of the tomb was a little memory there. So she had told Monseigneur; such was the thought in her heart to-night. She was jealous and forlorn because of the silent darkness which had wrapt her lover from her sight and so enveloped him. He could not even ride with her in the spirit on the night when she went forth to avenge the death she mourned!