Understand me, Dangloss; I am in control now; my word is law. I do not intend to kill you. It is my intention to escort you to the border and kick you out of Graustark. See for yourself how it feels. Everything you possess is to be taken away from you. You will be a wanderer on the face of the earth--a pauper. All you have is here. Therein lies the distinction: I had large possessions in other lands. I had friends and a following, as you see. You will have none of these, Baron."
"A splendid triumph, you beast!"
"Of course, you"d much prefer being shot."
"Not at all. Banish me, if you please; strip me of all I possess. But I"ll come back another day, Count Marlanx."
"Ah, yes; that reminds me. I had quite forgotten to say that the first ten years of your exile are to be spent in the dungeons at Schloss Marlanx. How careless of me to have neglected to state that in the beginning. In ten years you will be seventy-five, Baron. An excellent time of life for one to begin his wanderings over the world which will not care to remember him."
"Do you expect me to get down on my knees and plead for mercy, you scoundrel?"
"I know you too well for that, my dear Baron."
"Get out of my sight!"
"Pray do not forget that I am governor of the Tower at present. I go and come as I choose."
"G.o.d will punish you for what you have done. There"s solace in that."
"As you like, Baron. If it makes it easier for you to feel that G.o.d will take a hand in my humble affairs, all well and good. I grant you that delectable privilege."
Baron Dangloss turned his back upon his smiling enemy, his body quivering with pa.s.sion.
"By the way, Baron, would you care to hear all the latest news from the seat of war? It may interest you to know that the Castle is besieged in most proper fashion. No one--"
"The Castle besieged? Then, by the Eternal, you did not take the Prince!"
"Not at all! He is in the Castle for a few hours of imaginary safety.
To-night my men will be admitted to the grounds by friends who have served two masters for a twelve-month or longer."
"Traitors in the Castle?" cried Dangloss in horror. He was now facing the Count.
"Hardly that, my dear sir. Agents, I should call them. Isn"t it splendid?"
"You are a--"
"Don"t say it, Baron. Save your breath. I know what you would call me, and can save you the trouble of shouting it, as you seem inclined to do."
"Thank G.o.d, your a.s.sa.s.sins not only failed to dynamite the boy, but your dogs failed to capture him. By heaven, G.o.d _is_ with Prince Robin, after all!"
"How exalted you seem, Baron! It is a treat to look at you. Oh, another thing: the Platanova girl was not _my_ a.s.sa.s.sin."
"That"s a lie!"
"You shall not chide me in that fashion, Baron. You are very rude. No; the girl was operating for what I have since discovered to be the Committee of Ten, leading the Party of Equals in Graustark. To-morrow morning I shall have the Committee of Ten seized and shot in the public square. We cannot harbour dynamiters and a.s.sa.s.sins of that type. There are two-score or more of anarchist sympathisers here. We will cheerfully shoot all of them--an act that you should have performed many days ago, my astute friend. It might have saved trouble. They are a dangerous element in any town. Those whom I do not kill I shall transport to the United States in exchange for the Americans who have managed to lose themselves over here. A fair exchange, you see. Moreover, I hear that the United States Government welcomes the Reds if they are white instead of yellow. Clever, but involved, eh? Well, good night, Baron. Sleep well. I expect to see you again after the rush of business attending the adjustment of my own particular affairs. In a day or two I shall move into the Castle. You may be relieved to know that I do not expect to find the time to kick you out of Graustark under a week or ten days."
"My men: what of them? The brave fellows who were taken with me? You will not deprive--"
"In time they will be given the choice of serving me as policemen or serving the world as examples of folly. Rest easy concerning them. Ah, yes, again I have stupidly forgotten something. Your excellent friend, Tullis, will not re-enter Edelweiss alive. That is quite a.s.sured, sir.
So you see, he will, after all, be better off than you. I don"t blame him for loving my wife. It was my desire to amicably trade my wife off to him for his charming sister, but the deal hangs fire. What a scowl! I dare say you contemplate saying something bitter, so I"ll retire. A little later on I shall be chatting with the Prince at the Castle. I"ll give him your gentlest felicitations."
But Marlanx was doomed to another disappointment before the night was over. The Castle gates were not opened to his forces. Colonel Quinnox apprehended the traitors in time to prevent the calamity. Ten hostlers in the Royal stables were taken redhanded in the attempt to overpower the small guard at the western gates. Their object was made plain by the subsequent futile movement of a large force of men at that particular point.
Prince Robin was safe for the night.
CHAPTER XVIII
TRUXTON ON PARADE
Count Marlanx was a soldier. He knew how to take defeat and to bide his time; he knew how to behave in the hour of victory and in the moment of rout. The miscarriage of a detail here and there in this vast, comprehensive plan of action did not in the least sense discourage him.
It was no light blow to his calculations, of course, when the designs of an organisation separate and distinct from his own failed in their purpose. It was part of his plan to hold the misguided Reds responsible for the lamentable death of Prince Robin. The people were to be given swift, uncontrovertible proof that he had no hand in the unforeseen transactions of the anarchists, who, he would make it appear, had by curious coincidence elected to kill the Prince almost at the very hour when he planned to seize the city as a conqueror.
His own connection with the operations of the mysterious Committee of Ten was never to be known to the world. He would see to that.
At nine o"clock on Sunday morning a small group of people gathered in the square: a meeting was soon in progress. A goods-box stood over against the very spot on which Olga Platanova died. An old man began haranguing the constantly growing crowd, made up largely of those whose curiosity surpa.s.sed discreetness. In the group might have been seen every member of the Committee of Ten, besides a full representation of those who up to now had secretly affiliated with the Party of Equals. A red flag waved above the little, excited group of fanatics, close to the goods-box rostrum. One member of the Committee was absent from this, their first public espousal of the cause. Later on we are to discover who this man was. Two women in bright red waists were crying encouragement to the old man on the box, whose opening sentences were no less than an unchanted requiem for the dead martyr, Olga Platanova.
In the midst of his harangue, the hand of William Spantz was arrested in one of its most emphatic gestures. A look of wonder and uncertainty came into his face as he gazed, transfixed, over the heads of his hearers in the direction of the Tower.
Peter Brutus was approaching, at the head of a group of aliens, all armed and marching in ominously good order. Something in the face of Peter Brutus sent a chill of apprehension into the very soul of the old armourer.
And well it may have done so.
"One moment!" called out Peter Brutus, lifting his hand imperatively.
The speaker ceased his mouthings. "Count Marlanx desires the immediate presence of the following citizens at his office in the Tower. I shall call off the names." He began with William Spantz. The name of each of his a.s.sociates in the Committee of Ten followed. After them came a score of names, all of them known to be supporters of the anarchist cause.
"What is the business, Peter?" demanded William Spantz.
"Does it mean we are to begin so soon the establishing of the new order--" began Anna Cromer, her face aglow. Peter smiled wanly.
"Do not ask me," he said, emphasising the p.r.o.noun. "I am only commanded to bring the faithful few before him."
"But why the armed escort?" growled Julius Spantz, who had spent an unhappy twenty-four hours in bondage.
"To separate the wheat from the chaff," said Peter. "Move on, good people, all you whose names were not called." The order was to the few timid strangers who were there because they had nowhere else to go. They scattered like chaff.
Ten minutes later every member of the Committee of Ten, except Peter Brutus, was behind lock and bar, together with their shivering a.s.sociates, all of them dumbly muttering to themselves the awful sentence that Marlanx had pa.s.sed upon them.
"You are to die at sunset. Graustark still knows how to punish a.s.sa.s.sins. She will make an example of you to-day that all creatures of your kind, the world over, will not be likely to forget in a century to come. There is no room in Graustark for anarchy. I shall wipe it out to-day."
"Sir, your promise!" gasped William Spantz. "We are your friends--the true Party of--"
"Enough! Do not speak again! Captain Brutus, you will send criers abroad to notify the citizens that I, Count Marlanx, have ordered the execution of the ringleaders in the plot to dynamite the Prince. At sunset, in the square. Away with the carrion!"
Then it was, and not till then, that the Committee of Ten found him out!
Then it was that they came to know Peter Brutus! What were their thoughts, we dare not tell: their shrieks and curses were spent against inpenetrable floors and walls. Baron Dangloss heard, and, in time, understood. Even he shrank back and shuddered.