Part 40 (1/2)
Naturally the Graustark leaders were cautious, even skeptical. They awaited confirmation of the glorious news with varying emotions. The shock produced by the appearance of Prince Dantan in the person of the ascetic Ravone was almost stupefying. Even Beverly, who knew the vagabond better than all the others, had not dreamed of Ravone as the fugitive prince. Secretly she had hoped as long as she could that Baldos would prove, after all, to be no other than Dantan. This hope had dwindled to nothing, however, and she was quite prepared for the revelation. She now saw that he was just what he professed to be--a brave but humble friend of the young sovereign; and she was happy in the knowledge that she loved him for what he was and not for what he might have been.
”He is my truest friend,” said Ravone, as they led Baldos away.” I am called Ravone, gentlemen, and I am content to be known by that name until better fortune gives me the right to use another. You can hardly expect a thing in rags to be called a prince. There is much to be accomplished, much to be forgiven, before there is a Prince Dantan of Dawsbergen again.”
”You are faint and week,” said Lorry, suddenly perceiving his plight. ”The hospitality of the castle is yours. The promise we made a few days ago holds good. Her highness will be proud to receive you when you are ready to come to the throne-room. I am Grenfall Lorry. Come, sir; rest and refresh yourself in our gladdened home. An hour ago we were making ready to rush into battle; but your astonis.h.i.+ng but welcome news is calculated to change every plan we have made.”
”Undoubtedly, sir, it will. Dawsbergen hardly will make a fight to release Gabriel. He is safe in your dungeons. If they want him now, they must come to your strongholds. They will not do it, believe me,” said Ravone simply. ”Alas, I am faint and sore, as you suspect. May I lie down for an hour or two? In that time you will have heard from your wardens and my story will be substantiated. Then I shall be ready to accept your hospitality as it is proffered. Outside your city gates my humble followers lie starving. My only prayer is that you will send them cheer and succor.”
No time was lost in sending to the gates for the strollers who had accomplished the marvel of the day. The news of Gabriel's capture was kept from the city's inhabitants until verification came from the proper sources, but those in control of the affairs of state were certain that Ravone's story was true. All operations came to a standstill. The movements of the army were checked. Everything lay quiescent under the shock of this startling climax.
”Hang it,” growled Anguish, with a quizzical grin, as Ravone departed under the guidance of Count Halfont himself, ”this knocks me galley-west. I'd like to have had a hand in it. It must have been great. How the devil do you think that miserable little gang of tramps pulled it off?”
”Harry,” said Lorry disgustedly, ”they taught us a trick or two.”
While the young princess was being cared for by Yetive's own maids in one of the daintiest bedchambers of the castle, Beverly was engaged in writing a brief but pointed letter to her Aunt Josephine, who was still in St. Petersburg. She had persistently refused to visit Edelweiss, but had written many imperative letters commanding her niece to return to the Russian capital. Beverly now was recalling her scattered wits in the effort to appease her aunt and her father at the same time. Major Calhoun emphatically had ordered her to rejoin her aunt and start for America at once. Yesterday Beverly would have begun packing for the trip home. Now she was eager to remain in Graustark indefinitely. She was so thrilled by joy and excitement that she scarcely could hold the pen.
”Father says the United States papers are full of awful war scares from the Balkans. Are we a part of the Balkans, Yetive?” she asked of Yetive, with a puzzled frown, emphasizing the p.r.o.noun unconsciously. ”He says I'm to come right off home. Says he'll not pay a nickel of ransom if the brigands catch me, as they did Miss Stone and that woman who had the baby. He says mother is worried half to death. I'm just going to cable him that it's all off. Because he says if war breaks out he's going to send my brother Dan over here to get me. I'm having Aunt Josephine send him this cablegram from St. Petersburg: 'They never fight in Balkans. Just scare each other. Skip headlines, father dear. Will be home soon. Beverly.' How does that sound? It will cost a lot, but he brought it upon his own head. And we're not in the Balkans, anyway. Aunt Joe will have a fit. Please call an A. D. T. boy, princess. I want to send this message to St. Petersburg.”
When Candace entered the princess's boudoir half an hour later, she was far from being the timid youth who first came to the notice of the Graustark cabinet. She was now attired in one of Beverly's gowns, and it was most becoming to her. Her short curly brown hair was done up properly; her pink and white complexion was as clear as cream, now that the dust of the road was gone; her dark eyes were glowing with the wonder and interest of nineteen years, and she was, all in all, a most enticing bit of femininity.
”You are much more of a princess now than when I first saw you,” smiled Yetive, drawing her down upon the cus.h.i.+ons of the window-seat beside her. Candace was shy and diffident, despite her proper habiliments.
”But she was such a pretty boy,” protested Dagmar. ”You don't know how attractive you were in those--”
Candace blushed. ”Oh, they were awful, but they were comfortable. One has to wear trousers if one intends to be a vagabond. I wore them for more than a week.”
”You shall tell us all about it,” said Yetive, holding the girl's hand in hers. ”It must have been a most interesting week for you.”
”Oh, there is not much to tell, your highness,” said Candace, suddenly reticent and shy. ”My step-brother--oh, how I hate him--had condemned me to die because he thought I was helping Dantan. And I _was_ helping him, too,--all that I could. Old Bappo, master of the stables, who has loved me for a hundred years, he says, helped me to escape from the palace at night. They were to have seized me the next morning. Bappo has been master of the stables for more than forty years. Dear old Bappo! He procured the boy's clothing for me and his two sons accompanied me to the hills, where I soon found my brother and his men. We saw your scouts and talked to them a day or two after I became a member of the band. Bappo's boys are with the band now. But my brother Dantan shall tell you of that. I was so frightened I could not tell what was going am. I have lived in the open air for a week, but I love it.
Dantan's friends are all heroes. You will love them. Yesterday old Franz brought a message into the castle grounds. It told Captain Baldos of the plan to seize Gabriel, who was in the hills near your city. Didn't you know of that? Oh, we knew it two days ago. Baldos knew it yesterday. He met us at four o'clock this morning;--that is part of us. I was sent on with Franz so that I should not see bloodshed if it came to the worst. We were near the city gates Baldos came straight to us. Isn't it funny that you never knew all these things? Then at daybreak Baldos insisted on bringing me here to await the news from the pa.s.s. It was safer, and besides, he said he had another object in coming back at once.”
Beverly flushed warmly. The three women were crowding about the narrator, eagerly drinking in her naive story.
”We came in through one of the big gates and not through the underground pa.s.sage. That was a fib,” said Candace, looking from one to the other with a perfectly delicious twinkle in her eye. The conspirators gulped and smiled guiltily. ”Baldos says there is a very mean old man here who is tormenting the fairy princess--not the real princess, you know. He came back to protect her, which was very brave of him, I am sure. Where is my brother?” she asked, suddenly anxious.
”He is with friends. Don't be alarmed, dear,” said Yetive.
”He is changing clothes, too? He needs clothes worse than I needed these. Does he say positively that Gabriel has been captured?”
”Yes. Did you not know of it?”
”I was sure it would happen. You know I was not with them in the pa.s.s.”
Yetive was reflecting, a soft smile in her eyes.
”I was thinking of the time when I wore men's clothes,” she said. ”Unlike yours, mine were most uncomfortable. It was when I aided Mr. Lorry in escaping from the tower. I wore a guard's uniform and rode miles with him in a dark carriage before he discovered the truth.” She blushed at the remembrance of that trying hour.
”And I wore boy's clothes at a girl's party once--my brother Dan's,”