When at last the long-desired relief came, and the story of the heroic defence of Taj.a.pore became known to the world, Paul found that he had unintentionally become a famous person.
At the end of his second year in India Paul made a remarkable discovery.
Up till that time he had entertained the belief that Cardinal Ravenna had perished in the Dalmatian earthquake, though strange as it may appear, he had not thought of putting his opinion to the proof by ascertaining whether the Sacred College had actually lost a member in the year "45. However, being in the club-room at Poonah one day, he happened to be glancing over a continental newspaper, when his eye was caught by the following paragraph,--
"The Pope has been pleased to appoint Cardinal Ravenna to the archiepiscopal see of Slavowitz."
Paul laid down the paper trembling with new hope. If the cardinal had survived the earthquake, why should not Barbara likewise? Could it be that she was really alive?
Till that moment Paul had been ignorant of the name of Slavowitz, but a reference to a dictionary of geography informed him that it was the capital of Czernova, the latter being a small independent state on the borders of Austria and Russia.
He resolved to set off immediately for this princ.i.p.ality, for the purpose of interviewing the dark-dealing cardinal in whose breast was contained the secret of Barbara"s history.
Two years" a.s.siduous attention to duty easily earned for Paul a long furlough. He quitted India, arrived at Alexandria, and took ship for Constantinople; thence travelling post-haste day and night he threaded the pa.s.ses of the Balkans, crossed the Danube, traversed the forests of the Carpathians, and finally arrived at Slavowitz late at night, where he was much disappointed to learn that the new archbishop was absent from his see, having gone on a journey to Rome, his return, however, being daily expected.
Paul determined to await his coming.
On this, his first morning at Slavowitz, while gazing from the balcony of his hotel, he caught sight of an old college chum in the person of Noel Trevisa.
Paul immediately cried to him by name, and in a moment more the two friends were sitting together renewing old memories; and great were Trevisa"s surprise and admiration on learning that the Captain Woodville whose name had become familiar to all Europe, was the same as his old friend, Paul Cressingham.
"And what has brought you to this city?" inquired Paul, when the other had drunk his toast to the fair ruler of Czernova.
"This city is my adopted home. Formerly professor of English at the university of Slavowitz, I am now private secretary to the loveliest princess in Europe, and occupy a suite of apartments in the palace."
"Accept my congratulations. How did you, a foreigner here, obtain the post?"
"Thaddeus the Good--"
"Who is he?"
"Was, my dear fellow--"was" is the word, inasmuch as he is no more--the late Prince of Czernova, her Highness"s father. He died six months ago."
"I understand. Proceed."
"Prince Thaddeus, about two years ago, offered me the post of tutor to his daughter Natalie. I was to instruct her in English Literature and English Const.i.tutional History. Naturally I did not refuse so charming a student. When a few months later her secretary resigned through ill-health, the princess installed me in his place, where I am proud to be. I wish I could persuade you too, Paul, to take service under her Highness."
"What! Accept command in a toy army destined never to smell powder!
All thanks to you, Noel, but I prefer to remain with the old Twenty-fourth."
"That"s a pity, for the princess is very desirous of officering her army with men experienced in warfare. And of all nationalities she seems to prefer the English. On her return from Dalmatia--"
"From where?" interrupted Paul, sharply.
"From Dalmatia. Why shouldn"t she go there?" retorted Trevisa, aggressively.
"Why not, indeed? And how long is it since she returned from Dalmatia?"
"About two years."
"Ha! proceed."
Paul"s strange manner led Trevisa to wonder whether his head had not become affected by his two years" residence in the tropics.
"Well, as I was about to say, after her return from Dalmatia, one of the first acts of the princess was to appoint a new uniform for her body-guard. Accordingly sketches of the various costumes worn in the different European armies were laid before her. You, my dear Paul, ought to feel honored by her selection."
"Why so?"
"Because the uniform she chose is one so like your own that for my part I fail to detect the difference. As you walk through the streets of Slavowitz you will certainly be taken for one of her _corps du garde_, known as the Blue Legion."
A strange suspicion entered Paul"s mind.
"How old is the Princess Natalie?"
"She celebrated her nineteenth birthday last week."
"Barbara, if she were living, would be twenty-one by this time,"
murmured Paul to himself; and then aloud he added: "And you say that the princess is very beautiful?"
"Be thyself the judge," smiled Trevisa. "Within a quarter of an hour from now she will pa.s.s along this boulevard on her way to the Mazeppa Gardens. From the balcony here you will have a good view of her."
"Haven"t you her portrait upon you?"
"At present I have with me no other likeness than this."
And here Trevisa drew forth a gold-piece, bright as if fresh from the mint.
"The new coinage, issued this week. Reverse--the double-headed eagle, the ancient arms of Poland. Obverse--the profile of the princess with the legend "_Natalia, Princeps Czern. Amat. Patr._" "Natalie, Princess of Czernova, Lover of her Country." Did the G.o.ddess Athene carry a more dainty head than this?"
Paul took the coin, glanced at the obverse, and then sat in a state wavering between belief and unbelief.
Was this golden disc really stamped with the head of Barbara? So it seemed to Paul. At any rate, if her profile had been engraved on metal with due regard to fidelity, it would have differed little or nothing from that on the coin.
Then a new idea seized him, and one more consonant with probability.
Was this the profile of the maiden whose portrait he had seen in the cardinal"s secret study at Castel Nuovo--the maiden with the laughing eyes, the sceptre and the diadem?
"A graceful head, a very graceful head," he remarked, returning the coin. "I should like to hear more of the fair lady."
"As many questions as you please."
"First, where did the Princess Natalie pa.s.s her childhood and youth?"
"Here in the city of Slavowitz and its vicinity. Of course she has had her travels like the rest of us, and has visited different European countries, but, speaking generally, she was reared and educated in the Vistula Palace, whose towers you can see rising behind yon cathedral spire."
Clearly not Barbara, for Barbara had spent her earlier years at Warsaw, her later in the Illyrian Convent of the Holy Sacrament.
"And what of her visit to Dalmatia?"