Part 21 (1/2)
”You are right, Mr. Wogan. The King is right. Mine was a girl's thought. I am ashamed of it;” and she frankly gave him her hand. Wogan was fairly well pleased with his apology for his King. It was not quite the truth, no doubt, but it had spared Clementina a trifle of humiliation, and had re-established the King in her thoughts. He bent over her hand and would have kissed it, but she stopped him.
”No,” said she, ”an honest handclasp, if you please; for no woman can have ever lived who had a truer friend,” and Wogan, looking into her frank eyes, was not, after all, nearly so well pleased with the untruth he had told her. She was an uncomfortable woman to go about with s.h.i.+fts and contrivances. Her open face, with its broad forehead and the clear, steady eyes of darkest blue, claimed truth as a prerogative. The blush which had faded from her cheeks appeared on his, and he began to babble some foolish word about his unworthiness when the Princess-mother interrupted him in a grudging voice,-
”Mr. Wogan, you were to bring a written authority from the Prince my husband.”
Wogan drew himself up straight.
”Your Highness,” said he, with a bow of the utmost respect, ”I was given such an authority.”
The Princess-mother held out her hand. ”Will you give it me?”
”I said that I was given such an authority. But I have it no longer. I was attacked on my way from Ohlau. There were five men against me, all of whom desired that letter. The room was small; I could not run away; neither had I much s.p.a.ce wherein to resist five men. I knew that were I killed and that letter found on me, your Highness would thereafter be too surely guarded to make escape possible, and his Highness Prince Sobieski would himself incur the Emperor's hostility. So when I had made sure that those five men were joined against me, I twisted that letter into a taper and before their faces lit my pipe with it.”
Clementina's eyes were fixed steadily and intently upon Wogan's face. When he ended she drew a deep breath, but otherwise she did not move. The Princess-mother, however, was unmistakably relieved. She spoke with a kindliness she had never shown before to Wogan; she even smiled at him in a friendly way.
”We do not doubt you, Mr. Wogan, but that written letter, giving my daughter leave to go, I needs must have before I let her go. A father's authority! I cannot take that upon myself.”
Clementina took a quick step across to her mother's side.
”You did not hear,” she said.
”I heard indeed that Mr. Wogan had burnt the letter.”
”But under what stress, and to spare my father and to leave me still a grain of hope. Mother, this gentleman has run great risks for me,-how great I did not know; even now in this one instance we can only guess and still fall short of the mark.”
The Princess-mother visibly stiffened with maternal authority.
”My child, without some sure sign the Prince consents, you must not go.”
Clementina looked towards Wogan for a.s.sistance. Wogan put his hand into his pocket.
”That sure sign I have,” said he. ”It is a surer sign than any written letter; for handwriting may always be counterfeit. This could never be,” and he held out on the palm of his hand the turquoise snuff-box which the Prince had given him on New Year's day. ”It is a jewel unique in all the world, and the Prince gave it me. It is a jewel he treasured not only for its value, but its history. Yet he gave it me. It was won by the great King John of Poland, and remains as a memorial of the most glorious day in all that warrior's glorious life; yet his son gave it me. With his own hands he put it into mine to prove to me with what confidence he trusted your Highness's daughter to my care. That confidence was written large in the letter I burnt, but I am thinking it is engraved for ever upon this stone.”
The Princess-mother took the snuff-box reluctantly and turned it over and over. She was silent. Clementina answered for her.
”I am ready,” she said, and she pointed to a tiny bundle on a chair in which a few clothes were wrapped. ”My jewels are packed in the bundle, but I can leave them behind me if needs be.”
Wogan lifted up the bundle and laughed.
”Your Highness teaches a lesson to soldiers; for there is never a knapsack but can hold this and still have half its s.p.a.ce to spare. The front door is unlatched?”
”M. Chateaudoux is watching in the hall.”
”And the hall's unlighted?”
”Yes.”
”Jenny should be here in a minute, and before she comes I must tell you she does not know the importance of our undertaking. She is the servant to Mrs. Misset, who attends your Highness into Italy. We did not let her into the secret. We made up a comedy in which you have your parts to play. Your Highness,” and he turned to Clementina, ”is a rich Austrian heiress, deeply enamoured of Captain Lucius O'Toole.”
”Captain Lucius O'Toole!” exclaimed the mother, in horror. ”My daughter enamoured of a Captain Lucius O'Toole!”