"I am afraid the safest plan will be for you to stay alone in the castle overnight pending my return. It may be rather disagreeable and lonely for you, especially as you may naturally feel nervous on the eve of our great coup, but I see nothing else for it. I must take the King to the asylum myself. It is not safe that any of our friends should either take charge of the madman or bear you company in the castle, for obvious reasons. I cannot be back much before dawn. When I return I shall send an official note to Vorza and explain, by your royal request, that the young "English n.o.bleman" who visited him the other day is none other than the cured Bang of Alsander. I shall add that you have returned to the Palace and desire to have the news kept secret for the present except from him and a few other notables. I shall further explain that you desired to remain a few days incognito in Alsander from a natural desire of seeing things as they are.
"You will send, written in your own hand, at the same time a command to your well beloved and trusted servant Count Vorza to appear at such an hour, and similar intimations (though not in your Royal hand), together with injunctions to secrecy, will be sent to other notables of Alsander.
This letter will be sealed by you with the Royal seal of Alsander, which is in my possession.
"When the time comes you will have to play your part with the utmost care and even if you recognize some of the visitors as being members of the society and fellow conspirators, do not cease acting for a moment. I will tell you the story to which you must hold and to which you must, so to speak, mentally refer when in difficulty. I will tell it you to-morrow morning, when I return, in the palace, in great detail, so that your memory will be fresh for the day. But for the present, so as to get your mind accustomed to it, note that its outline is roughly this: You have been cured in England, mind you, and your mind is almost a blank for everything before that, save that you have vague reminiscences of Makso"s poems, and a father and a mother. You had an operation--trepanning. And so forth."
"But it"s too unconvincing scientifically. Scientists are sure to arrive and ask questions."
"Scientifically it will be as correct as a story by your own Mr Wells, when I have given you all the details. And I will answer the scientists myself. Above all, avoid being too explanatory. Nothing causes suspicion to arise so much as the volunteering of convincing information."
Thus conversing they arrived at the palace gate. It was already dark and not a soul stirred in the palace square. Two guards saluted them at the doorway. Norman recognized one with a shudder and one with surprise. One was the flagellator, the other the overworked clerk from the British Consulate. Two further guards, rising from their seats on the inner side of the gate, followed them in silence across the moonlit garden. The jasmine was fragrant. The doctor opened a little door. Norman pa.s.sed once again into the curious corridor, and thence into the throne-room.
It was lit by many candles, and was very hot. Everything was there as on his last visit--plaster cupids, broken divans, singeries, the old chair of Kradenda, and the madman looking as unreal as his surroundings--a part of the fantastic picture--glimmering in the dim light. The King, however, though still robed in ermine and cloth of gold, was without his crown, and there was one further change. Everything, except the King, had been washed. Even by the faint illumination this was perceptible.
The candelabra shone, the fat thighs of the plaster cherubs were as white as life; even the remote and secret windows let through an undimmed sun.
The King startled the silence. "Ho, thou leech," he cried, "where is my crown?"
"It is being repaired," said Sforelli, with a bow. "I have brought you back Sir Norman as I promised."
"You have been long absent, sir, though your King was in need of you.
What have you achieved all these long days?"
"Sire," said Norman, "I have slain three dragons, a red, a yellow and a green: and all with horns upon their tails."
"But my dragon," said the King, impressively, "you have not slain. And to-night I must meet my Queen."
"Thy Queen, Sire?" said Sforelli, in evident surprise.
"Even so."
"That will be impossible unless the enchanter is slain."
"Then he must be slain at once," said the King, with resolution.
"Exactly, and that is why I have brought this good Knight. But your Majesty must drink a draught to protect you against enchantment."
"This last time I will obey you to obtain deliverance. I am sick of your potions. But beware; if he is not slain in time for the arrival of that paragon of the world, my Queen, I will--I will--" (the King frowned and hesitated to find words terrible enough) "--I will cut off all your toes and thread them in a necklace and hang them round your neck," he said in triumph.
"Bring the cup," said Sforelli to one of the guards, who immediately produced a rose-coloured liquid in a tumbler, which he handed to the King off a salver with some; ceremony. The King immediately drank it: the four men waited in silence as a happy smile began to play over the Royal features and he sank quietly asleep. The two guards then stripped him of his state robes and m.u.f.fled him up in a great coat, and, followed by the doctor and Norman, took him out to the castle gate, where a closed carriage was waiting, and placed him inside. The doctor turned to Norman.
"I wonder what that was about his Queen? It"s quite a new delusion and startled me."
"Some stir of Spring in him, perhaps," said Norman.
"Well, it"s of little matter. We"ll find out at the asylum. He will be better off there than here in many ways. It"s cleaner, and he will have more fresh air. He is an interesting subject. Now, my unfortunate friend, as we arranged, you must wait in this place, I am afraid, till I return, which will not not be till near on dawn, for there is still much to do. As I said, I am afraid you will be lonely. I think you had better not show yourself out of this wing of the castle, and the guards cannot keep you company as they must stay at the gate. However, you will find a library, rather technical, perhaps, in my dissecting room. A couch has been prepared there, too, and I have not forgotten tobacco. No,"
continued the doctor, in response to a nervous look in Norman"s face, "there is nothing there but books and implements," and the doctor with this a.s.surance drove off with his capture.
On the way the lunatic began to recover from the effects of the drug.
He sat in the carriage, now opening and now shutting an eye, and once mumbling some words about his Queen. Finally he went to sleep again. The doctor had but little parley at the diminutive asylum, a doll"s house of a construction which he had built, and now managed. He ran it, indeed, at considerable profit, for the paying patients, offshoots of the n.o.ble families, considerably outnumbered such pauper inmates as he admitted free. He explained to the trusty guardian the deplorable delusions of the patient, and ordered certain comforts to be given him.
"You might also get him shaved," he added.
The guardian, who was a conspirator also, thoroughly understood the whole business. And there we can leave the doctor and return to Norman, who by no means enjoyed the situation. He did not find the books in the dissecting room of much interest. He was wandering in the throne-room, which looked more ghastly than ever, now the guards had extinguished the candles, in the flickering shadow of the lamp he carried, when he found several sc.r.a.ps of paper on the throne itself. They were covered with intricate designs and meaningless arabesques. There was a wing, there a face, there a foot, there an emblem--all incoherent and messed round with wild scratches. The bits of paper had so fearsome a fascination that it was almost a relief to Norman to go back to the dissecting room and sit down and try to read a treatise on skin diseases. But long before he had mastered the difficult subject Norman was on foot again, restless and troubled. The window was barred--Andrea had slept here sometimes. The night was close.
He sighed for the young strong arms that might have been round his neck.
The conspiracy seemed already to be enclosing him in an impenetrable net. As immeasurable time wore on the fishy eyes of Andrea haunted him.
He would not sleep inside the bed, a sorry and comfortless pallet which might have been the madman"s.
He lay down on it, dressed as he was, flinging off only his collar.
Sleep would not come, save for fitful visions. Rising again, he saw his face pallid in the looking-gla.s.s by the fight of the dingy candle, which flickered in a gorgeous stand of beaten copper. He blew the candle out hurriedly, then groped for matches, and lit it again, and flung himself once more on to the couch.
A fitful slumber was descending over him, prelude to sweet sleep, when he heard footsteps, with a tapping noise and the sound of voices. One voice was a man"s: there were two other voices, of women. Norman leapt from the bed, alert, and listened hard.
"He won"t hurt you, Drakina," said one voice. "He"s kissed me many a time, and I don"t know what he might not have done if Makzelo had not been there."
A confused giggle was all the reply Norman could hear.
"Where is he, Malsprita?" said another girl"s voice.
"Hullo," said the voice of the man, apparently called Makzelo. "He seems to have gone away. The room"s empty, that"s strange."
"Perhaps he"s gone to bed," said a girl.
"He can"t have; he never goes to bed as early as this. We have played with him night after night. He loves it, doesn"t he, Malsprita?"
"When I do it."
More giggles. Then the voice of Drakina was heard, saying she was frightened.
"Andrea!" cried Makzelo.
They all shouted; there was no reply.
"Let"s go and look for him in the corridors. How strange! he was dreadfully excited about his Queen. He mustn"t be disappointed."
"I"m frightened," said Drakina. "I don"t want to be his Queen."
"You who wanted so to be in a real King"s arms. What a little coward you are!"
"But the corridors are so dark. Is he very dreadful to look at, Malsprita?"
"He is not so ugly as you, club-foot! Nothing like."
There was a shuffling and tapping into the corridors.
Norman listened with wonder and disgust. Not quite realizing the meaning of the conversation, he had nevertheless understood enough to feel like a prisoner whose cell is full of rats. What nameless revels had these beings held? The nocturnal visits of these creatures were evidently unknown to Dr Sforelli. Here were three people who knew the Bang by sight: if this unexpected difficulty were not disposed of, the whole plot was ruined. At all events time must be gained: they must not be led to imagine the King already gone. What should he do? He had a second to deliberate while they went into the throne-room: but had made no plan when he heard them outside his door.
"Then he must be in his bedroom," said the man, and went over to open the door.