("Her daughter?" gasped Vavel. "Her daughter? Then Katharina is a married woman!")
"But," he continued to read, "it might happen that a woman who is in love would sacrifice her child. So soon as this war broke out, Vavel threw off his hermit"s mask, and is now leading a company of troopers--which he equipped at his own expense--against us.
"From Jocrisse"s letters I learn that Vavel"s treasures are now in Themire"s hands. That which our fair emissary was commissioned to find is in her possession. Now, however, the question is, What will she do with it?
"Jocrisse also informs me that Themire is quite bewitched with the amiability of the maid who has been intrusted to her care. If this be true, then matters are in a bad way. If this is not another of Themire"s schemes, but actual sympathy, if this girl, whose remarkable loveliness of character (even Jocrisse is compelled to praise her) has won the piquant little Amelie"s place in her mother"s heart, then it will be more difficult to separate Themire from the girl than to win her from her lover."
This was a solitary ray of sunshine amid the threatening clouds which enveloped Ludwig. He continued to read with rapidly beating heart:
"I must know to a certainty what Themire proposes to do. To-day I sent her a message by a trusty courier, informing her that I should be at a certain place at an appointed time--that I wanted her to meet me and deliver into my hands the treasures she now holds. She will have an excellent excuse for leaving the manor. Our troops are approaching Steiermark, and have already crossed the Hungarian border. Thus it will seem as if she fell by accident into the hands of the enemy.
Vavel"s heart almost ceased to beat. The letter shook in his trembling hands.
"I shall not, however," he continued to read, "depend on the fickle mood of a woman, who may be swayed by a tear or a love-letter. If Themire does not appear with the maid and the doc.u.ments at the designated spot to-morrow evening, then I shall ride with my troop to the manor. My troop, as you know, belongs to the "Legion of Demons," and they do not know the definition of the word "impossible"! If Themire of her own free will delivers the treasures into my hands, I shall thank her becomingly. If, however, she fails to meet me, I shall take the maid and the doc.u.ments by force."
Vavel did not notice that the firelight by which he was reading the letter had begun to grow dim; he believed the characters on the page before him were swimming in a blood-red mist.
"And now," the letter went on, "I come to my instructions to you, general. You will move with your division toward the southern sh.o.r.e of Lake Neusiedl, and cut off the way of our fugitives toward the Tyrol. There is also another task which you must undertake. The mysterious maid, once she is in our hands, must be treated with the utmost courtesy and respect. A remarkable destiny awaits her. You know the emperor is going to separate from Josephine. A new palace will be built for the new empress. Who is the fortunate lady? As yet, no one can tell. A royal maid who can bring as her dowry the crown of a sovereign. A marriage that would unite the imperial crown with the crown of Hugo Capet would firmly establish Napoleon"s throne. The legitimate dynasty would then be satisfied with the sovereign chosen by the people. This fugitive maid is, I hear, lovely, amiable, generous, pure, as only the ideal of a sovereign can be."
Vavel stamped his foot in a paroxysm of fury. Had this miscreant written that Marie was to be imprisoned in a convent, he could have borne it.
But to suggest that his idol, his pure, adored image of a saint, might become the consort of the man on whom all the savage hatred of his nature was concentrated--this was more horrible than all the torments of h.e.l.l. But he must calm himself and read the letter to the end.
"With this probability in view, I request that you send your wife and daughter, with a proper escort, of course, to meet me in one of the border cities, say Friedberg, where the ladies will be prepared to take charge of the maid. You will understand that a lady of her exalted position must travel only in company with distinguished persons. Countess Themire Dealba"s role is concluded. She must not be allowed, in any character, to accompany our presumptive sovereign to Paris. She will receive her five millions of francs, as promised, and that will conclude our business transactions with her. Pray communicate my desire to your wife and daughter, and bid them prepare for the journey.
"Very truly,
"MARQUIS DE FERVLANS."
Not for one instant did Ludwig Vavel deliberate as to his course of action.
He could not leave his post. For a soldier to quit his post before the enemy is treason. He hurried back to his tent. Satan Laczi was stretched on the bare ground, sleeping soundly.
Ludwig shook him vigorously.
"Awake--awake! You must depart at once."
Satan Laczi sprang to his feet.
"Take my own horse, and ride for your life the shortest way to Fertoszeg."
"And what am I to do there?"
"Do you remember that an officer once asked you to steal the treasure I kept concealed in the Nameless Castle?"
"Yes; but I did n"t do it."
"Well, I want you to do it now for me."
"Which do you want, the maid or the casket?"
"Both, if possible; the maid in any case. But you must be sure that she is alone when you approach her. Then say merely the name "Sophie Botta,"
and she will listen quietly to what you have to say. Then show her this ring,--here, put it on your left thumb"--he drew the steel ring from his own thumb and slipped it on to Satan Laczi"s,--"and say, "The person who wears this ring sent me to fetch you away from here. You are to come with me at once.""
"And where am I to take her?"
"You will have a carriage with four swift horses at the park gate nearest the cemetery, and must drive with the maid to Raab.--Don"t stop on any account until you get there. In Raab you will inquire for the house of Dr. Tromfszky, who is our army physician. He will have been advised of your coming, and will take charge of the maid. Then you will return to me here, and report what you have done. Here is a pa.s.sport; if you are stopped at our lines show it to the guard. And here is a purse; don"t spare the contents. And do not speak to a living soul about your mission."
"Your orders shall be obeyed," responded Satan Laczi, as he turned to leave the tent.
Vavel did not go back to the officers" tent. He went out into the night, and stood with folded arms, gazing with unseeing eyes into the darkness.
PART VIII
KATHARINA OR THEMIRE?
CHAPTER I
It was a delightful May evening. Marie was practising diligently her piano lesson, in order to surprise Ludwig with her progress when he should return from the war. That he would return Marie was quite certain.
Katharina had gone into the park for a solitary promenade. She had complained all day of a headache--a headache that began to trouble her after she had read the letter she had received that morning from the Marquis de Fervlans. She held the letter in her hand now, and read it again for the hundredth time.
Yes, she had accomplished her mission successfully; the fugitive maid and the important doc.u.ments were in her possession; and yet her trembling hand refused to grasp the promised reward. A fortune awaited her for the comedy she had played with such success--a comedy in which she had acted the part of the charitable lady of the manor.
And what if there had been something of reality in the farce? Suppose her heart had learned to thrill with emotions. .h.i.therto unknown to it?
Suppose it had learned to know the true meaning of grat.i.tude--of love?
But five millions of francs!
If she were alone in the world! But there was Amelie, her dear little daughter, who was now almost fifteen years old--almost a young lady.
Should she leave Amelie in her present disagreeable position, a member of "Cythera"s Brigade," or should she send for her, and confess to the man whose respect she desired to retain that the child was her daughter, and that she was a widow? Could she tell him what she had once been?
Would he continue to respect, to love her?
Five millions of francs!
It was an enormous sum, and would become hers if she should order the carriage, and, taking Marie and the casket with her, drive leisurely along the highway until stopped by a troop of soldiers that would suddenly surround the carriage. A politely smiling face would then appear at the window of the carriage, and a courteous voice would say:
"Don"t be alarmed, ladies. You are with friends. We are Frenchmen."
But to renounce the love and respect so hardly won! Ah, how very dearly she loved the man to whom she had betrothed herself in jest! In jest?
No, no; it was not a jest!
But five millions of francs!