"One would think that there was not a soul in the place save ourselves," she said. "Yet we are not your only guests, we know."
"The gentlemen who are stopping with me are away all day on the mountains," explained Frau Johann. "It is now the season for chamois-hunting, and it is for that sport and also some good climbing, only to be done by experts, that they come to me. To-night they do not return, but stop at--at a hut they have near the top of the Weisshorn, to begin work in the morning earlier than would be possible if they slept in the village. That, indeed, is their constant custom."
"Then they are rather selfish to keep your only sitting-room, since they can make but little use of it," said the girl. "And so I should like to hint, if I happened to meet them."
"May heaven forbid!" hastily e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Frau Johann, almost dropping the plate of eggs with minced veal which she was carrying.
"Why not, then?" laughed the young English lady, who was the most beautiful creature the Rhaetian woman had looked upon for many a long day. "Are these gentlemen-hunters persons of great importance, that they must not be told the truth about themselves by those they have inconvenienced in their thoughtlessness?"
For an instant Frau Johann was dumb, as one who searches for an answer not easily to be found. "The gentlemen are good patrons of mine; therefore they are important to me, gracious Fraulein," she at last replied. "I should not like their feelings to be hurt."
"I was only joking," the girl a.s.sured her. "We are satisfied with this room, which you have made so pleasant for us. All I care for is that the _mountains_ be not private. I may climb as much as I like--I and my friend, Miss Collinson who is a daring mountaineer" (with this, she cast a glance at the companion, who visibly started in response, perhaps at the revelation of her skill); "for I suppose that your other guests have not engaged the whole Weisshorn for their own?"
The landlady"s smile returned. "No, gracious Fraulein; you are free to wander as you will; but take care that you do not attempt feats of too great difficulty, and take care also that you are not mistaken for a chamois, to be shot."
"Even our prowess as climbers will hardly ent.i.tle us to such a distinction," replied the youngest of the ladies, who seemed so much more inclined toward general conversation than the others. "But wake us early to-morrow. We should like to have breakfasted and be out by half-past seven."
"And will you take a guide, gracious Fraulein? I can engage a good one if you wish to try some of the famous climbs."
"Thank you, no," said the girl. "We have our Baedeker and will only attempt such places as he p.r.o.nounces safe for amateurs. There"s an easy way to the top, we"ve read, and if to-morrow be fine we may undertake it. But what an excellent engraving you have over the fireplace, with the chamois horns above it! Isn"t that a portrait of your Emperor?"
Frau Johann"s eyes darted to the picture. "_Ach_! I meant to have had it carried away," she muttered.
The girl caught the words. "Why should it be carried away? Don"t you love the Emperor, that you would have his face put out of sight?"
"Not love _unser Max_?" The exclamation came quick and indignant. "We worship him, gracious Fraulein; we would die for him any day, and think ourselves blessed with the chance. Oh, I would not let you go back to your own country with the thought that we do not love the best Kaiser a country ever had. As for the portrait, I did not know I spoke aloud; that sometimes happens to me, since I grow deaf and old. But I only wished it put away because it is so poor, it does _unser Max_ (that is what he is pleased to have us call him) no justice. You--you would not recognize him from that picture. The Kaiser is a very different-looking man."
With this, Frau Johann went out to fetch another dish, which was ready in the kitchen, to cool her hot face, and to scold herself for an old _dummkopf_, all the way downstairs.
In the bedchamber which had so recently been turned into a dining-drawing-room, the young lady took advantage of the landlady"s temporary absence to indulge in long-stifled laughter.
"Poor, transparent old dear!" she exclaimed. "I"m sure she doesn"t dream that one reads her like a book. She is in a sad fright now, lest we should recognize "_unser Max_" from his portrait, and spoil his precious incognito."
"Then you think that one of the gentlemen really is----" began the Grand d.u.c.h.ess.
"I am sure that he is," finished Princess Sylvia.
CHAPTER III
THE YOUNG MAN WITH THE BARE KNEES
"THIS is perfectly _awful_!" groaned the unfortunate lady who pa.s.sed under the name of Miss Collinson.
"Perfectly _splendid_!" corrected her companion.
The elder lady pressed Baedeker convulsively to her bosom, and sat down. "I shall have to stop here," she gasped, "all the rest of my life, and have my meals and night things sent up to me. I"m very sorry; but I shall never move again."
"Don"t be absurd, dear; we"re absolutely safe," said Sylvia. "I may be a selfish little wretch, but I wouldn"t for worlds have brought you into danger. You"ve come so far; surely you can come a little farther?
_Baedeker_ says you can. In ten minutes you"ll be at the top."
"You might as well say I"ll be in my grave; it amounts to much the same thing," retorted Miss Collinson, who was really Miss Jane M"Pherson, and had been Sylvia"s governess. "I can"t look down; I can"t look up, because I keep thinking of what"s behind me. After I get my breath and get used to things, I may be comparatively comfortable _here_; but as to stirring, there"s no use thinking of it."
"You"d make an ideal hermitess," said Sylvia. "You"ve the very features for that profession; austere, yet benevolent. But you"re not _really_ afraid now?"
"Not sitting down," admitted Miss M"Pherson, gradually regaining her accustomed calm. "Do you think you"d be afraid, and lose your head or anything, if I just strolled on to the top for the view, and came back to you in about half an hour?"
"No--o," said the governess. "I may as well accustom myself to loneliness, since I am obliged to spend my remaining years on this spot. But I"m not at all sure that the Grand d.u.c.h.ess would approve----"
"You mean Lady de Courcy. She wouldn"t mind. She knows I have a steady head, and--physically--a good heart. Besides, I shall have only myself to look after; and one doesn"t need a chaperon for a morning call on a mountain view."
"I"m not so certain about _this_ mountain view!"
"You"re very subtle. But I _really_ haven"t come out to look for him this morning. There"s plenty of time for that by and by."
"Dear Princess, don"t speak as if you could possibly do such a thing at _any_ time."
"Miss de Courcy, please! Why do you suppose we are all in _das Land im Gebirge_, if not to pursue a certain imperial eagle to his eyrie, where he masquerades as a common bird?"
"Ah, my dear, don"t demean yourself, even to me, who know you so well.
You are here not to _pursue_, but to give an Emperor who wants a Princess for his consort a chance to fall in love with herself."
"If he will! But what do Mary de Courcy and Jane Collinson know about the affairs of emperors and princesses? _Au revoir_, dear friend.
Presently, if you find the courage to look, you will see me waving a handkerchief-flag at the top."
Sylvia took up her alpenstock and pushed on. There was a route to the highest peak of the Weisshorn only to be attacked by experienced climbers; but the path along which she and Miss M"Pherson had set out from Heiligengelt four hours ago was merely tedious, never dangerous.
Sylvia knew that her governess was safe and not half as much frightened by the unaccustomed height as she pretended.
They had started at half-past seven, just as a September sun was beginning to draw the night chill out of the keen mountain air; and it was now nearly twelve. Sylvia was hungry.
In Wandeck, the second largest town of Rhaetia, she had bought rucksacks for herself and Miss M"Pherson; and to-day these acquisitions were being tested for the first time. Each bag stored an abundant luncheon for its bearer while on top, secured by straps pa.s.sed across the shoulders, reposed a wrap to be used in rain or rest after violent exercise. Sylvia"s rucksack grew heavy as she ascended, though at first its weight had seemed insignificant; and spying at a distance a green plateau on the mountainside, it occurred to her that it might be well to lighten the load and satisfy her appet.i.te at the same time.
"That good M"Pherson is quite happy with Baedeker and won"t be vexed if I am gone a little longer than I said," she a.s.sured herself. There was no gracious plateau at the top of the Weisshorn; only a sterile heap of rocks on which to stand for self-gratulation or incidentally to admire the view, and there was, besides, enough difficulty in reaching this lower point of vantage to make the venture attractive.
The path zig-zagged up, a mere scratch on the face of the mountain; but the plateau, like a terrace laid out upon a b.u.t.tress, could be gained only by scrambling over rough rocks and climbing in good earnest here and there. Beyond the visible strip of green, the natural terrace stretched away into mystery round the corner like the end of a picture in perspective.
Sylvia calculated the effort and decided that she was equal to it; but before she had gone halfway, she would gladly have stood once more on the path worn by the feet of less ambitious travellers. She even felt a certain sympathy with the sentiments Miss M"Pherson had expressed; yet there was nothing to do but go on. It would be worse to turn than to proceed. Her cheeks began to burn, and her heart to tap a warning against her side. How huge a giant was this mountain--towering above her, falling sheer away beneath her feet, down there where she did not care to look how--pitifully insignificant she!
But there was the plateau, bathed in sunshine like the Promised Land.
And to her ears was wafted therefrom the sound of a man"s voice, cheerily, melodiously jodelling.
"What if it should be he?" thought Sylvia. She had come all the way from England to meet him, and it was hard that he should jodel while she perished. Much good would it do her if her spirit beheld him bending over her crushed material remains.
Still the voice of the invisible one jodelled on.
"Help!" Sylvia added an impromptu to the chorus. "He may as well save me, be he emperor or tourist. Oh, I hope this isn"t a lesson not to climb too high. Ought I to call for help in Rhaetian or English? I"ll try both, to make quite sure."
She did try both, with the result that the jodelling suddenly stopped.
Instead, an iron-shod boot rang against a rock. Forgetting fear in desire to know whether the actor now to appear for the first time on her life"s stage would be hero or super, her foot slipped from its scanty hold. Stumbling, she slid from the rocky ledge down to the plateau, finally landing on her knees at the feet of a young man who strode hastily round the corner.