Reading in the King"s eyes the answer that he would have, she said:
"The trooper compelled me to come hither with him, and he threatened to kill me if I would not give him my necklace. But I refused: then he drew a knife and menaced me with it, and I fell into a swoon, and knew no more until I awoke and found you here; and now I see that my necklace is gone."
"Bring her horse," the King commanded, "and ride in front and behind. We will return to the city at the best speed we may."
Then he mounted the Princess on her horse, and rode by her side, supporting her with his arm: and the troopers were some way off in front and behind. But the Princess felt the pin again in her hair, and putting up her hand she pulled it out, and she said:
"He has given me back my pin."
"Of whom do you speak?" asked the King.
"Of Lord Harry Culverhouse. Is he indeed dead, Rudolf?"
"Are you indeed still dreaming?" answered the King with a laugh. "What had that fellow to do with Harry Culverhouse?"
"But the pin?" she cried.
"My wife set it in your hair, before you started, for she wished to replace the one you gave to Lord Harry."
"She did not touch my hair to-day!" cried the Princess.
"Aye, but she did," said he.
The Princess suddenly fell to sobbing; and she said:
"Tell me the truth, tell me the truth. Surely it was in truth Lord Harry Culverhouse?"
Then Rudolf drew very close to her, and said softly:
"Sweet sister, the n.o.ble gentleman whom we knew, he whom I loved, and who loved you in chivalrous deference, went from us two months ago. Be not troubled about him, for now all is well with him. But there was an unhappy man with you, who was not our Harry Culverhouse, and who had murderous and mad thoughts in his heart. Yet at the end he also died as readily and as n.o.bly as our dear friend himself would have died for your sake. I pray you ask no more of him, but be contented to know that though he died by the sword yet he died in peace and willingly. But of our dear friend, as we knew him, think as much as you will, for the love of an honest gentleman is a good thing to think of."
The Princess Osra, hearing this, laid her hand in her brother"s hand, and for a long while she did not speak. Then she said:
"But our friend will not come again, Rudolf?"
"No, you will never see our friend again," answered the King.
"Then when you see him--for I think you will see him once again--lay this pin in his hand, and bid him take and keep it for the sake of the love I bear him: perhaps he will hear you."
"It may be, I cannot tell," said the King.
"And if he has the necklace," said she, "pray him to give that to you, and sell it, Rudolf, and give the value of it in gifts to the poor. Yes, to all that are unhappy and afflicted, even as the poor man who was with me to-night."
"So be it, Osra," said the King, and he kissed her. But she burst again suddenly into pa.s.sionate weeping, calling G.o.d to witness that her face was a curse to her and a curse to her friends, and praying the King to suffer her to take the veil in a convent, that she might trouble honest men no more. Thus he brought her in a sad plight to the palace, and gave her into the arms of his wife, still sobbing bitterly. And he himself took the pin, and when the body of the mad trooper was found, with his own hand he covered the face, and put the pin in the hand from which he took the ruby necklace: and he sold the necklace, and used the proceeds of it as his sister had desired.
Thus the madness of Lord Harry Culverhouse, which was bred in him by the beauty of the Princess Osra, worked its way with him, and brought him first into peril of great villainy, and at last to death. And his name pa.s.sed no more on the lips of any in Strelsau, nor between King Rudolf and his sister, while the story that the King had told to the troopers was believed by all, and none save the King knew what Lord Harry Culverhouse had done in his madness. But Osra mourned for him, and for a long while she would not go abroad, nor receive any of the princes or n.o.bles who came to the Court, but lay still sick and full of grief, bewailing the harm that she had wrought. Yet, as time pa.s.sed, she grew again happy, for she was young, and the world was sweet to her: and then, as King Rudolf had bidden her, she remembered Lord Harry Culverhouse as he had been before his madness came upon him. Yet still more did she remember how, even in his madness, he had done her no harm, but had watched beside her through the night, and had, as morning dawned, entreated death at the hands of the King, preferring to die rather than that the talk of a single idle tongue should fall foully on her name. Therefore she mourned for him with secret tears.
But he, although no monument marked his grave, and although men spoke only of the mad trooper who had robbed the Princess, yet slept soundly and at peace: and his right hand lay clenched upon his heart, and in it the golden pin that had fastened the ruddy hair of Princess Osra.
CHAPTER IV.
The Courtesy of Christian the Highwayman.
"I am tired of men," cried Princess Osra, "and of suitors, and of princes. I will go to Zenda and ride in the forest all alone."
"You will meet men even there," said the King.
"How do you know that, sire?" she asked with a smile.
"At least I have found it impossible to avoid meeting women anywhere."
"I do not think it is the same thing," observed Osra, smiling again.
The King said no more, but let her go her own way; and to Zenda she went, and rode in the forest all alone, meeting for many days no man at all, though, perhaps, she thought a little of those whom she had met, and (who can tell?) now and then of one whom she should some day meet.
For the mind loves to entertain itself with such idle musings, and they are hardly conscious till a sudden smile or a beat of the heart betrays them to the abashed thinker. Just in this manner a flush had chanced to rise to Osra"s cheek one day as she rode in a reverie, being above ten miles from the Castle and on the very edge of the kingdom"s frontier, which skirts the extremity of the forest on the east. Breaking off her thoughts, half ashamed of them, she looked up and saw a very fine and powerful horse tethered to a tree a few yards away, saddled and bridled.
Then she said to herself with a sigh, "Alas, here is a man as my brother said!" And she shook her head very sorrowfully.
The next instant she saw, as she had foreboded, a man approaching her; indeed, the matter was as bad as could be, for he was young and handsome, finely dressed, carrying a good sword by his side and a brace of pistols mounted in silver in his belt. He held a feathered hat in his hand, and, advancing with a deep bow, knelt on one knee by the Princess"s horse, saying:
"Madame, if you will, you can do me a great service."
"If it be in my power, sir," she answered--for since fate compelled her to meet a man, she would not show him rudeness--"I am at your service."
"You see my horse there, madame? He is as dear as my life to me; and I fear I shall lose him, unless I have your aid," and he rose and stood looking at the Princess.
"Why, what threatens him?" she asked.
"I will tell you, madame. I come from across the frontier, from a secluded village nearly ten miles from here. There I live with my mother, whom I support. There is a rich fellow there, a farmer, Otho by name, who is, saving your presence, a plaguey boastful fellow. And he is to-day to be betrothed."
"Do you also love the lady?" asked Osra, thinking she had come at the cause of his trouble.
"Not I, madame. But this Otho boasted and vaunted so intolerably of her beauty, and of his own prowess and attraction, that last night I, led away by emulation (nay, I am ashamed to say that I had also drunk a flask of wine) wagered with him my horse against a thousand crowns--though the horse is worth two thousand--that I would bring with me to the feast a girl handsomer than his Lotta. But now it is eleven o"clock, and the feast is at one o"clock, and I have no girl to show, ugly or handsome. And if I lose my horse I must hang myself, for I cannot live without him."
"You cannot live without your horse?" she asked in surprise.
"At least, madame," he answered in some confusion, "his loss would go near to breaking my heart."
"But is this Lotta so handsome that you can find none to surpa.s.s her?"
"She is, indeed, wonderfully handsome. In the village they call her the most beautiful girl in the world."
"Then, sir, it seems to me that your wager was most improvident and rash. For you are certain to lose it."
"Alas, yes!" he answered in great distress. "I am certain to lose; for there are, I think, only two ladies in the world who could save me, and one would not."