It was dawn after that night of tragedy.
From sheer exhaustion of pa.s.sion the turmoil in the streets had subsided; the cries of indignant protest had ceased and the populace accepted their fate in sullen acquiescence, knowing themselves not strong enough to contest without aid those intriguing Councillors of the Realm who were entrenched behind the impregnable fortress of Famagosta where they held close captive the Sovereign they had sworn to defend and obey.
The Piazza was deserted: the malcontents who had gathered to mutter at the horror of the moat where the victims of the night had been tossed unburied, had been dispersed by threat of arms; the sentinels nodded at their posts--scarce knowing whose power they were upholding, nor by what name men called their masters. Here and there throughout the city, a little knot of the graver burghers might be found lingering to discuss the situation in att.i.tudes of helpless dejection, and scattering with their problems all unsolved. They were too insignificant to dread, and for the moment the triumphant conspirators were content to leave the city without further imposition or molestation to such rest as a merciful nature might vouchsafe.
They were content to yield this lull in the storm, because it gave them needful quiet in which to mature fresh intrigues, to insure their triumph. Those men of Venice of the Queen"s household, who would most strenuously have resisted them, had been quieted forever, it was true; but, as dawn lightened over the ghastly faces upturned beneath the windows of the poor young Queen, an unconfessed tremor stole into the doughty b.r.e.a.s.t.s of Rizzo and Fabrici, in the place where most men wear their hearts, and they got them together, in friendly converse, to ponder what should come next.
For Venice was mightier than Naples--and the pa.s.sword they had so successfully wielded for a night--"_a bas Venezia_"--might not suffice to hold for the young Alfonso the dignity of _Prince of Galilee_, which they had proclaimed for him throughout the protesting city; it might even have a baneful ring, when news of the night"s murders should reach the Republic. A plausible reason for the death must be contrived and sent forward with letters signed by the Queen"s own hand, under the Royal Seal of Cyprus, accompanied with decorous lamentations and condolences on the part of her Councillors--such as one Government is wont to offer to another at the death of any distinguished patrician.
For the Chief of Council, Rizzo di Marin and his Grace the Archbishop of Nikosia, no rest was needful: the consciousness of triumph stirred the blood in their veins like strong wine, and with a sense of exhilaration sharpening all their intellectual faculties, they prepared, in a few hours, work that might ordinarily have required the consideration of days. When they closed their conference they had contrived a sheaf of pretty doc.u.ments which did more honor to their astuteness than to their loyalty, and which, with the signature of the Queen, would put them in possession of all the strongholds on the coast and many positions of vantage throughout the island, including the splendid city of Nikosia--which had shown much dangerous friendliness for Queen Caterina.
It was a marvellous bold scheme--a bloodless victory for Alfonso, Prince of Naples; and Rizzo grew grimly merry as he discussed it with His Grace.
His malignant eyes rested fondly on this order for the surrender of the famous stronghold of Cerines to a nephew of General Saplana, the treacherous Commander of Famagosta; with two such fortresses they should command the coast, and their empire in Cyprus was a.s.sured. It was a work of genius, this little parchment--he could scarcely bear to fold it out of his sight in the pouch that he wore next to his heart of stone.
And this--to the magnificent Lord Admiral Mutio di Costanzo, Vice-Roy of Nikosia and friend to Caterina, who had received her oath of allegiance after the death of Ja.n.u.s--so high he stood among the n.o.bles of Cyprus--Rizzo"s eyes fairly gleamed as he gloated over it--this order commanding him to yield up the splendid city of Nikosia, with his fortress of Costanza and the fleets of the island, to those who should present this parchment with the little signature of _Caterina Regina_.
He, Rizzo, would take the governorship of this city of Nikosia--or, perhaps, the command of the fleets--he knew not which--that was a trifle to decide since all would be in his power: and of course he should instantly re-man the galleys. He allowed himself a moment"s vision of this stately Knight Mutio de Costanzo, with his escort of cavaliers--the forty of his n.o.ble house ent.i.tled to wear the Golden Spurs--surrendering his holdings at the Queen"s command, to those whom Rizzo should elect--_Rizzo_, who had heard himself called "that parvenu of Naples"--and the vision filled him with delight.
Then he folded the other orders without a glance, they touched upon minor points of vantage and entered properly into his scheme--the cities of Limisso and, perhaps, of Costanzo--but that might be requiring too much of the n.o.ble Lord of Costanzo, this could wait; he crumpled it in his hand. As for this _Castel Dio d"Amore_, it was well.
Still another paper he folded in his pouch. That one must go first beneath her signature lest the pretty little Queen should rebel.--But she should not rebel!--By all the saints and devils, it was a good night"s work!
And for that session he wrote no more.
When the pouch, compact and hard, lay closely over the place of his heart, it stirred a thought, and he laughed a short wild laugh, with no melody in it. He did not know his own laugh, and it startled him.
"Perhaps," he thought, "when he should have presided over the invest.i.ture of these cities and strongholds of Cyprus in the interests of Naples and Alfonso, "Prince of Galilee"--installing his own creatures in all those places of power--if Naples were not properly subservient and grateful--he, _holding the key to the land_--perhaps----"
It was a vision that pleased him even better than that of the n.o.ble Lord Mutio di Costanzo, surrounded by his escort of cavaliers, golden-spurred, delivering the keys of the city of Nikosia. But he forgot to confide this last tantalizing, supremest vision to His Grace the Archbishop.
These doc.u.ments had been prepared in the underground Chamber of Conference of the Fortress, where secrets might be freely uttered because of the double walls of ma.s.sive masonry: where flaring torches fastened high in the chamber, scattered the ghostly shadows, and ample potations of the fine wine of the "Commanderie" sustained their courage.
Meanwhile, a slender figure with vizor down, showing a tunic of mail between the folds of a dark mantle, came out from the Fortress, and stepping forth into the gray of the dawn, crossed to the Palazzo Reale, with slow, uncertain footsteps.
"Open!--In the name of the Queen"s Council!"
The words came in m.u.f.fled tones from behind the vizor--uncertain, like the footsteps, yet impossible to disregard.
"The pa.s.sword for this night?" the guard demanded.
It was given at once, but with visible repugnance--"_a bas Venezia!_"
"Are ye many?"
"But one."
The bars were instantly drawn back and the young knight entered the first court of the palace.
"Halt! Declare for whom thou standest. That pa.s.sword is already outworn: for they of the Queen"s Council be of two minds."
As if from a sense of suffocation the cloak was torn off showing a suit of armor too heavy for the slight limbs; and the helmet was loosened with supple, nervous fingers, disclosing a face pale, strong and soulful. The face might have been that of a man--an artist, or a poet; but the hair, lying in loose, dusky waves about the brows, and low, in rich clinging coils at the back of the shapely head, could only belong to a woman.
A sudden wrath flamed in her deep eyes.
"If they of the Queen"s Council be of two minds they are craven, though I, a woman say it! But the Queen"s guard, in the Queen"s palace, can have but one mind--_to uphold her cause!_"
There was no other voice in all Cyprus so tender, so compelling, so magnetic, so all-convincing; the voice revealed her.
"Dama Margherita de Iblin!" was echoed about the court in surprise. The news spread. The men-at-arms came thronging about her with reiterated a.s.surances of loyalty; it was good to confess their faith to her.
"We hold this palace for our Queen," they said, "and for no traitorous Council. May the holy Saints in Heaven curse them roundly who forced us to do their bidding, when we thought ourselves serving Her Majesty!"
"How came ye so many here?" she asked in astonishment, as they still gathered from the farther courts--a number far greater than the usual Palace-guard--chiefly a company of knights and men ent.i.tled to bear arms, but among them many of the more peaceful citizens.
"Whom serve ye all?" She looked keenly from face to face: her words seemed a challenge.
"Caterina Regina!" they cried in concert, with every man"s right hand upraised, calling Heaven to witness.
One, with signs of authority stepped forward to explain.
"Eccellenza, we are in command of the Lord Chamberlain Bernardini, who, since he fought his way through the false guard placed before this palace to serve the treachery of the Council, hath not ceased to gather men of metal throughout the city, till enough shall come to claim the Queen"s release. For the cries of the women and unarmed weaklings clamoring under the walls of the fortress for her release, are but impotent wails to tickle the pride of those fiends of Naples."
"Bring me to the Bernardini, for I must speak with him on matter, it may be, of life, or death."
"Eccellentissima, the Lord Chamberlain hath not stayed his foot since this horror began--nor may we see his face until he hath done the possible to gather strength for an uprising to chase these devils of Naples."
"Dear men!" she cried, "it is a task!--I speak, not to stay your loyal hands, but to open your eyes that ye be prepared and fail not. The Commander of Famagosta hath men and arms behind those impregnable walls, and all the wicked strength of his cunning Council to direct them,--Rizzo and Fabrici--masters in intrigue--and the men of the galleys of Naples at the tower in the port, commanding land and sea.
Without more force it is impossible!"
"Dear Lady, the Bernardini lacketh no courage, and he commandeth. He hath sworn that we shall save the Queen. The Admiral will come from Nikosia; and the galleys of Venice will haste to the rescue, _Pazienza!_ We are bidden to keep the peace and secrecy until the moment shall be ripe; but to die in defense of this palace, which we hold for Her Majesty as a place of refuge."
"Dost bring us news of her. How fares it with Her Majesty?"
"For that I came!" cried Dama Margherita, her voice ringing through the hall like a leader"s call to arms; "to bring news of her to her own! How should it fare with a Queen made captive in her own stronghold?--With a mother whose child hath been stolen from her?--With a woman struggling with such anguish?"
"The Prince!--Our King! _Sanctissima Maria!_ San Marco confound the knaves!"
Every man"s hand sought his sword with a murmured oath of loyalty and vengeance. Questions stormed upon her: but she commanded silence with a gesture.
It was news indeed; no hint of it had pa.s.sed beyond the walls of the Fortress.
"Of where he may be hidden, naught is known. Yet the galley of Naples lieth in our port, and one may reach it at low tide over the shallows--a few feet away from the tower of the Fort. It were easy to carry the child there unseen."
"Aye; it were easy--and not so hard to find him--if he were there."
"Nay, but to hold him when found! Do it not rashly, lest harm come to him. The Bernardini will plan the emprise. Tell him the Lady Margherita came at risk of life--in this disguise--to put his true men on the quest. Tell him----"