Part 22 (1/2)
Once more the scene rolled backwards, and he saw a mighty city closely beleaguered by two vast hosts of men, who slowly pushed their batteries forward until they planted them on all the surrounding heights, and poured a hail of shot and sh.e.l.l upon the swarming, helpless millions that were crowded within the impa.s.sable ring of fire and smoke. Above the devoted city swam in mid-air strange shapes like monstrous birds of prey, and beneath where they floated the earth seemed ever and anon to open and belch forth smoke and flame into which the crumbling houses fell and burnt in heaps of shapeless ruins. Then----
He felt a cool hand laid almost caressingly on his brow, and the voice of Natas said beside him--
”That is enough. You have seen the Field of Armageddon, and when the day of battle comes you shall be there and play the part allotted to you from the beginning. Do you believe?”
”Yes,” replied Tremayne, rising wearily from his chair, ”I believe; and as the task is, so may Heaven make my strength in the stress of battle!”
”Amen!” said Natas very solemnly.
That night the young Lord of Alanmere went sleepless to bed, and lay awake till dawn, revolving over and over again in his mind the marvellous things that he had seen and heard, and the tremendous task to which he had now irrevocably committed himself for good or evil.
In all these waking dreams there was ever present before his mental vision the face of a woman whose beauty was like and yet unlike that of the daughter of Natas. It lacked the brilliance and subtle charm which in Natasha so wondrously blended the dusky beauty of the daughters of the South with the fairer loveliness of the daughters of the North; but it atoned for this by that softer grace and sweetness which is the highest charm of purely English beauty.
It was the face of the woman whom, in that portion of his strange double life which had been free from the mysterious influence of Natas, he had loved with well-a.s.sured hope that she would one day rule his house and broad domains with him. She was now Lady Muriel Penarth, the daughter of Lord Marazion, a Cornish n.o.bleman, whose estates ab.u.t.ted on those which belonged to Lord Alanmere as Baron Tremayne, of Tremayne, in the county of Cornwall, as the _Peerage_ had it. n.o.ble alike by lineage and nature, no fairer mistress could have been found for the lands of Tremayne and Alanmere, but--what seas of blood and flame now lay between him and the realisation of his love-ideal!
He must forsake his own, and become a revolutionary and an outcast from Society. He must draw the sword upon the world and his own race, and, armed with the most awful means of destruction that the wit of man had ever devised, he must fight his way through universal war to that peace which alone he could ask her to share with him. Still much could be done before he took the final step of severance which might be perpetual, and he would lose no time in doing it.
As soon as it was fairly light, he rose and took a long, rapid walk over the home park, and when he returned to breakfast at nine he had resolved to execute forthwith a deed of gift, transferring the whole of his vast property, which was unentailed and therefore entirely at his own disposal, to the woman who was to have shared it with him in a few months as his wife. If the Fates were kind, he would come back from the world-war and reclaim both the lands and their mistress, and if not he would have the satisfaction of knowing that his broad acres at least had a worthy mistress.
At breakfast he met Natas again, and during the meal one of his footmen entered, bringing the letters that had come by the morning post.
There were several letters for each of them, those for Natas being addressed to ”Herr F. Niemand,” and for some time they were both employed in looking through their correspondence. Suddenly Natas looked up, and said--
”When do you expect to hear that Arnold is off the south coast?”
”Almost any day now; in fact, within the week, if everything has gone right. Here is a letter from Johnston to say that the _Lurline_ has arrived at Plymouth, and that a bright look-out is being kept for him. He will telegraph here and to the club in London as soon as the air-s.h.i.+p is sighted. Twenty-four hours will then see us on board the _Ariel_, or whichever of the s.h.i.+ps he comes in.”
”I hope the news will come soon, for Michael Roburoff, the President's brother, who has been in command of the American Section, cables to say that he sails from New York the day after to-morrow with detailed accounts. That means that he will come with full reports of what the Section has done and will be ready to do when the time comes, and also what the enemy are doing.
”He sails in the _Aurania_, and as the Atlantic routes are swarming with war-s.h.i.+ps and torpedo-boats, she will probably have to run the gauntlet, and it is of the last importance that Michael and his reports reach us safely. It will therefore be necessary for the air-s.h.i.+p to meet the _Aurania_ as soon as possible on her pa.s.sage, and take him off her before any harm happens to him. If he and his reports fell into the hands of the enemy, there is no telling what might happen.”
”As nearly as I can calculate,” said Tremayne, ”the air-s.h.i.+p should be sighted in three days from now, perhaps in two. It will take the _Aurania_ over four days to cross the Atlantic, and so we ought to be able to meet her somewhere in mid-ocean if she is able to get so far without being overhauled. Unfortunately she is known to be a British s.h.i.+p and subsidised by the British Government, so there will be very little chance of her getting through under the American flag. Still she's about the fastest steamer afloat, and will take a lot of catching.”
”And if the worst comes and she falls into the hands of the enemy, we must fight our first naval battle and retake her, even if we have to sink a few cruisers to do so,” added Natas; ”for, come what may, Michael must not be captured.”
”Arnold will almost certainly come in his flags.h.i.+p, and if she is what he promised, she should be more than a match for a whole fleet, so I don't think there is much to fear unless the _Aurania_ gets sunk before we reach her,” said Tremayne.
Natas and his host devoted the rest of the forenoon to their correspondence, and to making the final arrangements for leaving Alanmere. Tremayne wrote full instructions to his lawyers for the drawing up of the deed, and directed them to have it ready for his signature by two o'clock on the following day. After lunch he rode over to Knaresborough himself with the post-bag, telegraphed an abstract of his instructions in advance, and ordered his private saloon carriage to be attached to the up express which pa.s.sed through at eight the next morning.
CHAPTER XXI.
JUST IN TIME.
As the train drew up in King's Cross station at twelve the next day, almost the first words that Tremayne heard were--
”Special _Pall Mall_, sir! Appearance of the mysterious air-s.h.i.+p over Plymouth this morning! Great battle in Austria yesterday, defeat of the Austrians--awful slaughter with war-balloons! Special!”
The boy was selling the papers as fast as he could hand them out to the eager pa.s.sengers. Tremayne secured one, shut the door of the saloon again, and, turning to the middle page, read aloud to Natas--
”We have just received a telegram from our Plymouth correspondent, to say that soon after daybreak this morning torpedo-boat No. 157 steamed into the Sound, bringing the news that she had sighted a large five-masted air-s.h.i.+p about ten miles from the coast, when in company with the cruiser _Ariadne_, whose commander had despatched her with the news. Hardly had the report been received when the air-s.h.i.+p herself pa.s.sed over Mount Edgc.u.mbe and came towards the town.