Part 28 (1/2)
”Tied and blindfolded, too, your highness, to prove that he is a brave man and not a coward. It was short but it was sweet. Would that you had let the play go on. There was a spice in it that made life worth living and death worth the dying. Have you other commands for me, your highness?” His manner was so cool and defiant that she felt the tears spring to her eyes.
”Only that you put up your sword and end this miserable affair by going to your--your room.”
”It is punishment enough. To-morrow's execution can be no harder.”
Marlanx had been thinking all this time. Into his soul came the thrill of triumph, the consciousness of a mighty power. He saw the chance to benefit by the sudden clash and he was not slow to seize it.
”Never fear, my man,” he said easily, ”it won't be as bad as that. I can well afford to overlook your indiscretion of to-night. There will be no execution, as you call it. This was an affair between men not between man and the state. Our gracious referee is to be our judge. It is for her to pardon and to condemn. It was very pretty while it lasted and you are too good a swordsman to be shot. Go your way, Baldos, and remember me as Marlanx the man, not Marlanx the general. As your superior officer, I congratulate and commend you upon the manner in which you serve the princess.”
”You will always find me ready to fight and to die for her” said Baldos gravely. ”Do you think you can remember that. Count Marlanx?”
”I have an excellent memory,” said the count steadily. With a graceful salute to Beverly, Baldos turned and walked away in the darkness.
”A perfect gentleman, Miss Calhoun, but a wretched soldier,” said Marlanx grimly.
”He is a hero,” she said quietly, a great calmness coming over her. ”Do you mean it when you say you are not going to have him punished? He did only what a man should do, and I glory in his folly.”
”I may as well tell you point blank that you alone can save him. He does not deserve leniency. It is in my power and it is my province to have him utterly destroyed, not only for this night's work, but for other and better reasons. I have positive proof that he is a spy. He knows I have this proof. That is why he would have killed me just now. It is for you to say whether he shall meet the fate of a spy or go unscathed. You have but to exchange promises with me and the estimable guardsman goes free--but he goes from Edelweiss forever. To-day he met the enemy's scouts in the hills, as you know quite well. Messages were exchanged, secretly, which you do not know of, of course. Before another day is gone I expect to see the results of his treachery. There may be manifestations to-night. You do not believe me, but wait and see if I am not right. He is one of Gabriel's cleverest spies.”
”I do not believe it. You shall not accuse him of such things,” she cried. ”Besides, if he is a spy why should you s.h.i.+eld him for my sake?
Don't you owe it to Graustark to expose--”
”Here is the princess,” said he serenely. ”Your highness,” addressing Yetive, ”Miss Calhoun has a note which she refuses to let anyone read but you. Now, my dear young lady, you may give it directly into the hands of her highness.”
Beverly gave him a look of scorn, but without a second's hesitation placed the missive in Yetive's hand. The Iron Count's jaw dropped, and he moistened his lips with his tongue two or three times. Something told him that a valuable chance had gone.
”I shall be only too happy to have your highness read the result of my first lesson in the Graustark language,” she said, smiling gaily upon the count.
Two men in uniform came rus.h.i.+ng up to the party, manifestly excited. Saluting the general, both began to speak at once.
”One at a time,” commanded the count. ”What is it?”
Other officers of the guard and a few n.o.blemen from the castle came up, out of breath.
”We have discerned signal fires in the hills, your excellency,” said one of the men from the fort. ”There is a circle of fires and they mean something important. For half an hour they have been burning near the monastery; also in the valley below and on the mountains to the south.”
There was an instant of deathly silence, as if the hearers awaited a crash. Marlanx looked steadily at Beverly's face and she saw the triumphant, accusing gleam in his eyes. Helplessly she stared into the crowd of faces. Her eyes fell upon Baldos, who suddenly appeared in the background. His face wore a hunted, imploring look. The next instant he disappeared among the shadows.
CHAPTER XX
GOSSIP OF SOME CONSEQUENCE
”There is no time to be lost,” exclaimed Count Marlanx. ”Ask Colonel Braze to report to me at the eastern gate with a detail of picked troopers--a hundred of them. I will meet him there in half an hour.” He gave other sharp, imperative commands, and in the twinkling of an eye the peaceful atmosphere was transformed into the turbulent, exciting rush of activity. The significance of the fires seen in the hills could not be cheaply held. Instant action was demanded. The city was filled with the commotion of alarm; the army was brought to its feet with a jerk that startled even the most ambitious.
The first thing that General Marlanx did was to instruct Quinnox to set a vigilant watch over Baldos. He was not to be arrested, but it was understood that the surveillance should be but little short of incarceration. He was found at the barracks shortly after the report concerning the signal fires, and told in plain words that General Marlanx had ordered a guard placed over him for the time being, pending the result of an investigation. Baldos had confidently expected to be thrown into a dungeon for his affront. He did not know that Grenfall Lorry stood firm in his conviction that Baldos was no spy, and was supported by others in high authority.
Marlanx was bottling his wrath and holding back his revenge for a distinct purpose. Apart from the existence of a strong, healthy prejudice in the guard's favor, what the old general believed and what he could prove were two distinct propositions. He was crafty enough, however, to take advantage of a condition unknown to Beverly Calhoun, the innocent cause of all his bitterness toward Baldos.
As he hastened from the council chamber, his eyes swept the crowd of eager, excited women in the grand hall. From among them he picked Beverly and advanced upon her without regard for time and consequence.