"You avenged him," said Jean.
"And for my action stood reproved by one of my own soldiers. My own words were quoted against me."
"Yet the priest was a rebel," said the dwarf slowly. "There is much in what Captain Lemasle says."
"True, but there are always other points of view besides our own. Even dukes have no monopoly in such a thing as truth. I have tried to do a great deal, Jean, and I have succeeded in discovering how much better I might have done."
"That"s a complaint common to all honest men, friend Roger, and as a wise man you will be thankful that you have done no worse. Have you not saved this land from herself and from her enemies? Are not your foes easily learning to become your friends? And love itself stands without, only waiting for the opening of the door."
"Open it, Jean."
"That I cannot do," answered the dwarf. "You alone can do that, but I can show you the way."
"Speak, my wise philosopher."
"Oh, it"s no work for a philosopher. Even a fool finds it easy. You have but to learn wisdom out of your own mouth, and remember that there are other points of view beside your own, and that a woman usually sees these points better than any one else. Would it surprise you to learn that in you pride and self-will somewhat mar an otherwise excellent man?"
"Or come in to make my true character, my real self," said Herrick.
"Put it so if you will; mine was a gentler way," said Jean. "I would save you from yourself."
Herrick remained thoughtful for some considerable time, and Jean did not interrupt his reverie.
"I have staked out my course, Jean; I must run to the finish of it,"
he said, suddenly standing up, and giving the impression that he shook himself free from his thoughts as a dog shakes the water from him when he scrambles upon the bank after his swim.
"It may be a good course," said the dwarf, rising from his cross-legged position.
"And if not?"
"Disaster perhaps, but whatever comes I shall always love you."
"Love me, Jean?"
"Why not? Love"s a big word, I know, but it is the right one. Trust came when I sent my knife skimming across the stone floor to your feet that night in the South Tower. We"ve travelled far since then, friend Roger. There has been friendship between us, different though we are, and on your side a little pity perhaps for these twisted limbs of mine. I have gone a step farther. Yes, love is the right word."
"I think it is, Jean," said Herrick, putting his hand on the dwarf"s shoulder.
The next moment Jean had caught Herrick"s hand, and kissed it as he fell upon his knee.
"Sir, I thank you for the greatest honor it is even in your power to bestow."
"And, Jean, I do not like the fool"s motley for you," said Herrick, bending over him. "You shall change it presently."
"As you will," said the dwarf, rising, "yet it seems to fit this queer body of mine."
"And outrages the great heart that it holds. Come. These prisoners must be judged."
"For the present I still sport the scarlet and green," said Jean, making his bells jingle. "We are both public characters. The Duke and his fool. Bother gossips."
Three days had pa.s.sed since Herrick returned to Vayenne, and in this time order had been restored in the city, and the Duke was a popular hero. With the return of the soldiers, definite news of what had taken place upon the frontier began to be known. The people were proud of their Duke, and were ready to cry confusion to all his enemies. Father Bertrand had paid the penalty of his treachery, and they were glad of it. They fully expected that a like justice would be meted out to both Count Felix and de Bornais, but they were in no mood to dispute the Duke"s will. He could do no wrong.
There was no uncertain sound in the cheers which greeted Herrick as he entered the hall with the dwarf. A few of the n.o.bles had already come to the city, and were near the dais. Many officials about the castle and in the city were in the hall, and a strong force of soldiers.
Count Felix and de Bornais stood at a little distance from the dais, and near them sat Christine de Liancourt. Only the fact that Lemasle and the guard were with drawn swords showed that they were prisoners.
As Herrick seated himself upon the dais, Jean sank cross-legged on the lowest step, his bauble lying across his knees.
"There has been bloodshed upon the frontier, there has been bloodshed in the city," said Herrick, breaking the silence which had fallen upon the a.s.sembly. "The responsibility rests in varying degree with the prisoners, and with Father Bertrand, who has already been slain by the people. I say the responsibility is in varying degree because I have learned the truth from one Mercier, a tool of Father Bertrand"s and himself a schemer. Montvilliers is not his native land, however, and therefore the basest of treachery is not his crime. It was not his own country he betrayed, therefore he has his freedom. Nor would we omit the fact that our presence in Vayenne has fallen hardly upon two of the prisoners. We have sought to weigh every circ.u.mstance in arriving at our judgment."
There was a pause, and not a sound stirred in the hall.
"Christine de Liancourt."
As Herrick spoke her name she stood up almost involuntarily, and looked fixedly at him. Her head was held erect, but the defiance that had so often been in her bearing was not there to-day. Perhaps it was Roger Herrick she saw rather than the Duke.
"Mademoiselle de Liancourt, you have had the opportunity of knowing most of the circ.u.mstances which led to our ascending this throne. You have misjudged those actions from the first, and have proclaimed yourself our enemy. You warned us that those who plotted should find an easy tool in you, and they have. You were to marry Count Felix, you were to reign with him as d.u.c.h.ess, equal to him in power. Your country"s good may have been in your mind, but it was a less incentive perhaps than your hatred to us. But when Father Bertrand schemed with you he had other ends in view. This Mercier was dispatched to the frontier, where long since the enemy have been waiting to strike at this country. A religious fanatic, this priest was selling Montvilliers to her enemies, and using your marriage, your coronation, to stir up further civil strife, and thus render the project easier of accomplishment. This has been his scheming for years. The weaker the power of the Duke, the less resistance to the enemy."
Both Christine and Felix had started at the mention of Father Bertrand"s schemes.
"It is evident that you were innocent of all knowledge of such a betrayal," Herrick went on, "but the state must guard against the danger of such unconsidered actions as yours. Three days hence you will depart under escort to the Chateau of Pa.s.sey, there to remain until it is our pleasure that you return to Vayenne. Those in Pa.s.sey have our orders to see to your welfare and safe keeping."
Christine bowed her head, and spoke no word. Retirement to the Chateau of Pa.s.sey was no great punishment, but there was bitterness in her heart that she had played into the hands of her country"s enemies. In thwarting her this man had saved Montvilliers. Surely he was a worthy Duke, and he was Roger Herrick.
"Count Felix, to you also the news of this scheming comes as a surprise," said Herrick, "and truly for plotting against us you have much excuse. The plot against your cousin was of another kind, and were you justly heir to this throne, your own subjects have decided against you. You possess an estate in the south of Montvilliers. To that estate you are confined. You may win ultimate pardon, but I warn you that any attempt to escape will mean death."
The Count did not speak. Neither by look nor gesture did he show that he had heard what had been said to him.
"You, de Bornais, have been guilty of a greater crime--treachery to your country," Herrick went on, and a low murmur like a sullen growl sounded through the hall. "How far religious fervor prompted you, I cannot judge, but this I am sure of, that no religion can serve as excuse for betrayal of country."
The growl became articulate.
"Down with de Bornais! Death to him!"
"Yet we cannot forget that even in the middle of your plotting you hated the part you felt called upon to play." And Herrick raised his voice almost as if he were pleading the prisoner"s cause to those who had shouted for his death. "This also has Mercier told us; and more, we do not forget that the other day before St. Etienne you refused to speak the word that would have meant almost certain death to us."
"Long, long live the Duke!" was the enthusiastic cry. "Repentance had come to you, and pardon ever runs at the heels of repentance. Yet cannot the crime be forgotten or go unpunished. Within three days you must cross the frontier and never return. The whole world is free to you save only this State of Montvilliers."
"Sir, I am leniently dealt with," de Bornais answered. "My life will be one long regret."
It was over. Judgment had been given. The tension was relaxed. It was the moment one man had waited for. Herrick had descended two steps of the dais, when Count Felix sprang from his guards.
"Death rather than submission to this adventurer!" he cried, and with one bound had rushed upon Herrick. The dagger he had concealed was in his hand. The attack was so sudden and unexpected that Herrick slipped upon the steps. The dagger flashed down, but there rose to meet it a ma.s.s of scarlet and green, a ma.s.s that hurled itself upward at the weapon, and there was a jingling sound of bells.
The next moment Felix was dragged backward and thrown to the floor. A dozen sword points were at his throat, and even at Herrick"s quick command, were scarcely stayed.
"Jean!" cried Christine, throwing herself on her knees beside the dwarf.
"Mademoiselle!" came the answer, and how faint it was. The dagger had done its work only too well.
Herrick was kneeling beside him too, and the heads of the man and woman almost touched over the dwarf. "Love," Jean said faintly. "It was the right word, friend Roger." And then he sighed, and lay quite still.