Part 33 (1/2)

Charles rose to his feet, flawlessly courteous, much wondering.

”How did you come here, mistress?” he asked, and she sighed at the tired sound of his voice. ”I understood from Sir Rufus that you were for the time--”

He paused, and Brilliana calmly finished the sentence.

”Confined to my apartments. Yes, that was Rufus's plan. But though Rufus calls himself captain of this castle he does not know it so well as I do. There are ways of getting hither and thither that he does not dream of.”

”You are a determined young woman,” the King said, with a faint smile, ”if you think so lightly of the privacy of your King.”

Brilliana flung herself on her knees in a moment, her hands clasped, her eyes s.h.i.+ning with honest tears.

”Your Majesty!” she cried; ”your Majesty, I would never have dared this if I were not a woman very deep in love, if my lover were not in danger, and if--”

She paused.

”And if?” Charles echoed, his fine, irresolute face neither smiling nor frowning. ”Finish your sentence, lady.”

”And if I had not heard that your Majesty was a very perfect, true lover,” Brilliana went on. ”Your Majesty's love for the gracious lady now in France is the admiration of your subjects.”

A faint color glowed on the King's pale cheeks. He was indeed the perfect, true lover of Henrietta Maria, and the greatest sorrow of all the cl.u.s.tering sorrows that the civil war had brought him was her absence from his side.

”It would be strange indeed if I did not love such a lady,” he said, gently; ”but that lady is my queen, my wife, my comrade, my loyal friend, while he you plead for is but an acquaintance of a few days, and, moreover, in all thoughts and deeds your enemy--and mine.”

Brilliana had now risen to her feet and she faced the king valiantly, for she knew that she would have to plead hard and well.

”Your Majesty,” she answered, ”as for the acquaintances.h.i.+p, one of our poets has said, 'Whoever loves that loves not at first sight?'

and though indeed at first sight I was far from giving this gentleman my love, I saw in him at once those qualities which in a man deserve love. As for his enmity, we are told that we should love our enemies.”

A frown overspread the King's face and Brilliana faltered.

”I cannot claim for myself that wealth of charity,” Charles said, ”that would make me love those that by rebellion and contumacy have plunged poor England into war.”

”Sire, sire,” Brilliana sighed, ”if you will but pardon this gentleman I will promise you that I will never love another of your Majesty's enemies.”

Charles frowned.

”I do not like your loyalty. Why do you plead for the life of a rebel?”

”I am your servant, none loyaller,” Brilliana answered, boldly; ”but I am a woman, and I plead for the man I love.”

”If you were truly loyal,” Charles commented, ”you could not love a traitor.”

Brilliana pressed her hands tightly against her breast and her face flushed.

”Captain Cloud is not a traitor. He is honest before G.o.d.”

Charles admired her pertinacity. Here was a woman who would not lightly lose heart or change purpose.

”I will not wrangle with you,” he said. ”I think the gentleman deserves death. But because I know very well what it is to love truly, why, I will let you save him if you can.”