"I believe so," said the courtier.
"That"s some consolation," was the rejoinder to the count"s reply.
While the merits of Lorenzo Bezan were thus being discussed, he was marching his regiment towards the capital, after a year"s campaign of hard fighting; and the Gazette was right in its announcement, for he entered the capital on the evening designated, and occupied the regularly a.s.signed barracks for his men.
CHAPTER XII.
THE QUEEN AND THE SOLDIER.
IT was a n.o.ble and brilliant presence into which Lorenzo Bezan was summoned on the day following his arrival from the seat of war. Dons and senoras of proud t.i.tles and rich estates, the high officials of the court, the prime ministers the maids of honor, the gayly dressed pages and men-at-arms, all combined to render the scene one of most striking effect.
The young soldier was fresh from the field; hard service and exposure had deepened the olive tint of his clear complexion to a deep nut brown, and his beard was unshaven, and gave a fine cla.s.sical effect to his handsome but melancholy features. The bright clearness of his intelligent eye seemed to those who looked upon him there, to reflect the battles, sieges and victories that the gallant soldier had so lately partic.i.p.ated in. Though neat and clean in appearance, the somewhat sudden summons he had received, led him to appear before the court in his battle dress, and the same sword hung by his side that had so often reeked with the enemy"s blood, and flashed in the van of battle.
There was no hauteur in his bearing; his form was erect and military; there was no self-sufficiency or pride in his expression; but a calm, steady purpose of soul alone was revealed by the countenance that a hundred curious eyes now gazed upon. More than one heart beat quicker among the lovely throng of ladies, as they gazed upon the young hero. More than one kindly glance was bestowed upon him; but he was impervious to the shafts of Cupid; he could never suffer again; he could love but one, and she was far away from here.
Lorenzo Bezan had never been at court. True that his father, and indeed his elder brother, and other branches of the house had the entree at court; but his early connection with the army, and a naturally retiring disposition, had prevented his ever having been presented, and he now stood there for the first time. The queen was not present when he first entered, but she now appeared and took her seat of state. Untaught in court etiquette, yet it came perfectly natural for Lorenzo Bezan to kneel before her majesty, which he did immediately, and was graciously bidden to rise.
"Count Basterio," said the queen, "where is this Colonel Bezan, whom you were to bring to us to-day? have you forgotten your commission, sir?"
"Your majesty, he stands before you," replied the complaisant courtier.
"Where, count?"
"Your majesty, here," said the courtier, pointing more directly to our hero.
"This youth, this Colonel Bezan! I had thought to sec an older person," said the queen, gazing curiously upon the fine and n.o.ble features of the young soldier.
"I trust that my age may be of no detriment to me as it regards your majesty"s good feelings towards me," said Lorenzo Bezan, respectfully.
"By no means, sir; you have served us gallantly in the field, and your bravery and good judgment in battle have highly commended themselves to our notice."
"I am little used, your majesty, to courtly presence, and find that even now I have come hither accoutred as I would have ridden on to the field of battle; but if a heart devoted to the service of your majesty, and a willing hand to wield this trusty weapon, are any excuses in your sight, I trust for lenient judgment at your royal hands."
"A brave soldier needs no excuse in our presence, Colonel Bezan,"
replied the queen, warmly. "When we have heard of your prowess in the field, and have seen the stands of colors you have taken from the enemy, far outnumbering your own force, we have thought you were some older follower of the bugle and the drum-some hardy and gray old soldier, whose life had been spent in his country"s service, and therefore when we find an soldier like yourself, so young, and yet so wise, we were surprised."
"Your majesty has made too much of my poor deserts. Already have I been twice noticed by honorable and high promotion in rank, and wear this emblem to-day by your majesty"s gracious favor." As he spoke, he touched his colonel"s star.
"For your bravery and important services, Captain Bezan, wear this next that star for the present," said the queen, presenting the young soldier with the medal and order of St. Sebastian, a dignity that few attained to of less distinction than her privy councillors and the immediate officers of the government.
Surprised by this unexpected and marked honor, the young soldier could only kneel and thank her majesty in feeble words, which he did, and pressing the token to his lips, he placed it about his neck by the golden chain that had supported it but a moment before upon the lovely person of his queen. The presence was broken up, and Lorenzo Bezan returned to his barracks, reflecting upon his singular good fortune.
His modest demeanor, his brilliant military services, his handsome face and figure, and in short his many n.o.ble points of manliness; and perhaps even the slight tinge of melancholy that seemed ever struggling with all the emotions that shone forth from his expressive face, had more deeply interested the young queen in his behalf than the soldier himself knew of. He knew nothing of the envy realized by many of the courtiers when they saw the queen present him with the medal taken from her own neck, and that, too, of an order so distinguished as St. Sebastian.
"What sort of spirit has befriended you, Colonel Bezan?" said one of his early friends; "luck seems to lavish her efforts upon you."
"I have been lucky," replied the soldier.
"Lucky! the whole court rings with your praise, and the queen delights to honor you."
"The queen has doubly repaid my poor services," continued the young officer.
"Where will you stop, colonel?"
"Stop?"
"Yes; when will you have done with promotion?-at a general"s commission?"
"No fear of that honor being very quickly tendered to me," was the reply; while at the same moment he secretly felt how much he should delight in every stop that raised him in rank, and thus ent.i.tled him to positions and honor.
Such conversations were not unfrequent; for those who did not particularly envy him, were still much surprised at his rapid growth in favor with the throne, his almost magic success in battle, and delighted at the prompt reward which he met in payment for the exercise of those qualities which they could not themselves but honor.
Scarcely had he got off his fighting harness, so to speak, before he found himself the object of marked attention by the n.o.bility and members of the court. Invitations from all sources were showered upon him, and proud and influential houses, with rich heiresses to represent them, were among those who sought to interest the attention if not the heart of the young but rising soldier-he whom the queen had so markedly befriended. Her majesty, too, seemed never tired of interesting herself in his behalf, and already had several delicate commissions been entrusted to his charge, and performed with the success that seemed sure to crown his simplest efforts.
So far as courtesy required, Colonel Bezan responded to every invitations and every extension of hospitality; but though beset by such beauty as the veiled prophet of Khora.s.san tempted young Azim with, still he pa.s.sed unscathed through the trial of star-lit eyes and female loveliness, always bending, but never breaking; for his heart would still wander over the sea to the vision of her, who, to him, was far more beautiful than aught his fancy had pictured, or his eyes had seen. All seemed to feel that some tender secret possessed him, and all were most anxious as to what it was. Even the queen, herself, had observed it; but it was a delicate subject, and not to be spoken of lightly to him.
Lorenzo Bezan had most mysteriously found the pa.s.sage to the queen"s good graces, and she delighted to honor him by important commissions; so two years had not yet pa.s.sed away, when the epaulets of a general were presented to the young and ambitious soldier!
Simply outranked now by General Harero, who had so persecuted him, in point of the date of his commission, he far outstretched that selfish officer in point of the honors that had been conferred upon him by the throne; and being now economical with the handsome professional income he enjoyed, he was fast ama.s.sing a pecuniary fortune that of itself was a matter of no small importance, not only to himself, but also in the eyes of the world.
Among the courtiers he had already many enemies, simply because of his rise and preferment, and he was known as the favorite of the queen. Some even hinted darkly that she entertained for him feelings of a more tender nature than the court knew of, and that his promotion would not stop at a general"s commission, and perhaps not short of commander-in-chief of the armies of Spain. But such persons knew nothing to warrant these surmises; they arose from the court gossip, day by day, and only gained importance from being often repeated.
"She delights to honor him," said one lady to another, in the queen"s ante-chamber.
"Count Basterio says that he will be made prime minister within a twelvemonth."
"The count is always extravagant," replied the other, "and I think that General Bezan richly merits the honors he receives. He is so modest, yet brave and una.s.suming.
"That is true, and I"m sure I don"t blame the queen for repaying his important services. But he doesn"t seen to have any heart himself."
"Why not? He treats all with more than ordinary courtesy, and has a voice and manner to win almost any heart he wills. But some dark hints are thrown out about him."
"In what respect, as having already been in love?" asked the other lady.
"Yes, and the tender melancholy that every one notices, is owing to disappointed affection."
"It is strange that he should meet with disappointment, for General Bezan could marry the proudest lady of the court of Madrid."
"O, you forget when he came home to Spain he was only an humble captain of infantry, who had seen little service. Now he is a general, and already distinguished."