What a picture was suggested by these last words! The duke lying dead, Barbara in mourning, and himself red-handed, flying from justice! And yet there seemed no way out of the affair consistent with a soldier"s honor.
"Listen, Paul, I have the ear of the princess. A word from me as to what is about to happen, and--"
"Would you have the duke point at me as the craven who shirked a fight by creeping behind the skirts of the princess, and begging for protection? Anything but that! But Noel, you must not lose the favor of the princess on my account. Let me find some other second."
"No, Paul, I were no true friend, if I did not stand by you in this affair. Here comes Baron Ostrova, the duke"s secretary, and presumably his second, since he has usually acted as such in Bora"s _affaires d"honneur_. What instructions, Paul?"
"This evening. At six. Sabres. To the death."
And Paul went on smoking as quietly as if a duel were an everyday event with him.
CHAPTER III
A MENACE FROM THE CZAR
In an ante-chamber of the Vistula Palace sat Count Radzivil, premier of Czernova, in company with Marshal Zabern, the Warden of the Charter; and the Charter being the palladium of Czernovese liberty, the custody of that sacred doc.u.ment carried with it a high distinction, second only to that of the premiership.
The two ministers were waiting to communicate to the princess the contents of an important despatch, which had just arrived from the Czernovese amba.s.sador at St. Petersburg; for Czernova, be it known, though but a small state, was nevertheless sufficiently wealthy to maintain an emba.s.sy at the three courts with which its interests came most in contact, namely, St. Petersburg, Vienna, and Berlin.
The only other occupants of the apartment were two silent chamberlains, standing like statues before the folding doors of the audience-chamber, each dressed in white pantaloons and silk stockings, and each decorated with the silk wand of office.
Ladislas Zabern was a man of fine soldierly presence, with limbs that seemed carved from oak and soldered with iron. Courage was indelibly stamped upon his face. He was fifty-three years of age, and though his dark hair and moustaches were streaked with gray, he had lost none of the energy of youth.
A sabre-cut marked his left cheek, for he had known fighting from early days. There was a legend current among his admirers--and they numbered every man with Polish blood in his veins--that in childhood he had been taken by his father, a patriotic n.o.ble, to the sacramental altar, and made to swear that he would be the life-long enemy of Russia.
Be that as it may, his fiery youth had been spent in vain attempts to procure the emanc.i.p.ation of Poland from the Russian yoke, and, as a result, he had made acquaintance with that indispensable adjunct to Muscovite civilization, Siberia. Chains and hardships, however, had not soured his nature, as the good-humored twinkle in his eye sufficiently proved.
He was the sword and buckler of Czernova, unceasingly vigilant in guarding this last fragment of Poland both against open aggression from without, and also against secret disaffection from within.
The Muscovites of the princ.i.p.ality who regarded him as an incarnation of the devil had some shadow of reason on their side; for though Zabern was naturally of a frank and open disposition, the web of political circ.u.mstances had forced him to be crafty and subtle.
Czernova, being but a small state, was dependent for its freedom, not upon strength of arms but upon the arts of diplomacy, and in those arts Zabern was without a rival. Prince Metternich and Count Nesselrode came off second-best when they played their game with the Polish patriot.
No man ever wore the mantle of Ananias with more ease and grace, and when rebuked half-playfully, half-seriously by the princess for some brilliant piece of deception, calculated to make the most daring diplomatist stand aghast, he would merely reply: "The truth is, your Highness, each of us was trying to deceive the other; I happened to be the greater liar of the two, and so I succeeded. With two empires like Austria and Russia pressing upon our borders and endeavoring to annex us, it would be folly to act on the lines of the Sermon on the Mount.
We"ll wait till they set us the example."
It was only natural that, as a refugee from Siberia, he should be an object of hatred to the bureaucracy of St. Petersburg, and extradition having failed to secure his person, recourse was had to darker methods, and Zabern had come to regard attempts upon his life as all in the day"s work.
Such was Marshal Zabern, the leading member of the Czernovese ministry, for Radzivil"s premiership was purely nominal. None knew better than the count himself that he had been selected by the princess mainly to gild the cabinet with a famous historic name.
Radzivil had been narrating to the marshal the incident of the fracas between Paul and the Duke of Bora.
To the premier"s surprise Zabern received the news with an air of grim satisfaction.
"Why, count, this is manna from heaven. Have you told the others?" he added, meaning by that expression the rest of the ministry.
"Yes, and the opinion of one and all is that the princess must be called upon to intervene."
Zabern smiled with the air of one who should say, "A parcel of old women!"
"Count," he said, a.s.suming an authoritative manner, "this duel must take place. The good of the state requires it."
"The cabinet connive at the breaking of the law! Impossible! It is our duty to inform her Highness without delay, unless," added the premier, "unless you can give good reason for acting otherwise."
"Well, I, Zabern, forbid you," laughed the marshal good-humoredly.
"Won"t that reason suffice you, count?"
Ere the premier could reply, the chiming of a silver bell in the audience-chamber announced that the princess was ready to receive her visitors.
The chamberlains flung wide the open doors.
"Remember," said Zabern, in a somewhat stern whisper, "not a word of this duel to the princess."
And the perplexed Radzivil, always guided by the advice of his colleague, gave a reluctant a.s.sent.
The two ministers entered the White Saloon,--a hall so called from its pure white decorations relieved with gold.
At a table sat the fair princess who now bore the name of Natalie, but in earlier days that of Barbara.
She looked up with a bright smile, and motioned the two councillors to a seat at her table.
Zabern was her favorite minister, and he on his part was ready to sacrifice his life to advance her interests and happiness. It was this sentiment which made him look askance at her intended marriage with the duke. With doubts of its wisdom even as a political expedient, he had no doubts at all as to the private unhappiness that would result from the union of such an ill-a.s.sorted pair.
Therefore, he, Zabern, would prevent it; and matters that day seemed to be favoring his design.
"You come at an unusual hour, my lords, presumably, therefore, with important tidings?"
"From the grand liberticide," remarked Zabern.
"Our representative at St. Petersburg," remarked the premier, taking some papers from his despatch-box, "reports that at an amba.s.sadorial ball given at the Winter Palace a few nights ago the Emperor Nicholas walked up to him, and in a severe voice, obviously intended to be heard by the whole a.s.sembly, exclaimed: "Is it true, sir, that the Princess of Czernova has become a convert to the Catholic Faith?""
"So my secret has transpired at last!" smiled Barbara. "Well, it matters little. It would have become public knowledge soon, inasmuch as my coronation must take place in a Latin cathedral."
"Of course the reply of our representative was that he could give no answer till he had received instructions from the princess."
"What said the Czar to this?"
""We,"" replied Radzivil, reading from the despatch, ""we shall send an envoy to remind the princess that her coronation-oath requires a.s.sent to the Greek Faith." Your Highness, the Czar speaks truly.
Czernova must be governed according to its Charter, and as the Charter fixes the words of the coronation-oath, we cannot deviate from them without violating the conditions upon which autonomy was ceded to us.
I would that we could send word to deny the truth of your conversion.
Cannot," continued the premier, fixing a wistful look upon the face of the young princess, "cannot your Highness be persuaded to return to your early faith?"
"My early faith," murmured Barbara to herself, "has never changed."
And then aloud she added, "Why, count, would you have me change my faith as lightly as I change my mantle?"