Part 61 (2/2)
”Madam,” said Boris, gravely, ”we are but plain soldiers. We pretend not to understand the great matters of State of which you speak. But rest a.s.sured that we will serve you with our lives, bear true witness, and in all things obey your word implicitly.”
Without difficulty they pa.s.sed through the streets and warded gates.
Werner von Orseln, indeed, tramping the inner rounds, cried ”Whither away?” Then, seeing the lady cloaked between them, he added after his manner, ”By my faith, you Pla.s.senburgers beat the world. Hang me to a gooseberry bush if I do not tell Anna Pappenheim of it ere to-morrow's sunset. As I know, she will forgive inconstancy only in herself!”
They plunged into the darkness of the outer night. As soon as they were beyond the gates the wind drave past them hissing level. The black trees roared overhead. At first in the swirl of the storm the three could see nothing; but gradually the watchfires of the Muscovite came out thicksown like stars along the rising grounds on both sides of the Alla.
Boris strode on ahead, peering anxiously into the night, and a little behind Jorian gave Theresa his hand over the rough and uneven ground. A pair of ranging stragglers, vultures that accompany the advance of all great armies, came near and examined the party, but retreated promptly as they caught the glint of the firelight upon the armour of the war-captains. Presently they began to descend into the valley, the iron-shod feet of the men clinking upon the stones. Theresa walked silently, steeped in thought, laying a hand on arm or shoulder as she had occasion. Suddenly tall Boris stopped dead and with a sweep of his arm halted the others.
”There!” he whispered, pointing upward.
And against the glow thrown from behind a ridge they could see a pair of Cossacks riding to and fro ceaselessly, dark against the ruddy sky.
”Gott, would that I had my arbalist! I could put gimlet holes in these knaves!” whispered Jorian over Boris's shoulder.
”Hus.h.!.+” muttered Boris; ”it is lucky for Martha Pappenheim that you left it at home!”
”Captains Boris and Jorian,” Theresa was speaking with quietness, raising her voice just enough to make herself heard over the roar of the wind overhead, for the nook in which they presently found themselves was sheltered, ”I bid you adieu--it may be farewell. You have done n.o.bly and like two valiant captains who were fit to war with Henry the Lion. I thank you. You will bear me faithful witness in the things of which I have spoken to you. Take this ring from me, not in recompense, but in memory. It is a bauble worth any lady's acceptance. And you this dagger.” She took two from within her mantle, and gave one to Jorian.
”It is good steel and will not fail you. The fellow of it I will keep!”
She motioned them backward with her hand.
”Abide there among the bushes till you see a man come out to meet me.
Then depart, and till you have good reason keep the last secret of Theresa, wife of Henry the Lion, Duke of Kernsberg and Hohenstein!”
Boris and Jorian bowed themselves as low as the straitness of their armour would permit.
”We thank you, madam,” they said; ”as you have commanded, so will we do!”
And as they had been bidden they withdrew into a clump of willow and alder whose leaves clashed together and snapped like whips in the wind.
”Yonder woman is braver than you or I, Jorian,” said Boris, as crouching they watched her climb the ridge. ”Which of us would do as much for any on the earth?”
”After all, it is for her son. If you had children, who can say----?”
”Whether I may have children or no concerns you not,” returned Boris, who seemed unaccountably ruffled. ”I only know that I would not throw away my life for a baker's dozen of them!”
Upon the skyline Theresa von Lynar stood a moment looking backward to make sure that her late escort was hidden. Then she took a whistle from her gown and blew upon it shrilly in a lull of the storm. At the sound the war-captains could see the Cossacks drop their lances and pause in their unwearying ride. They appeared to listen eagerly, and upon the whistle being repeated one of them threw up a hand. Then between them and on foot the watchers saw another man stand, a dark shadow against the watchfires. The sentinels leaned down to speak with him, and then, lifting their lances, they permitted him to pa.s.s between them. He was a tall man, clad in a long caftan which flapped about his feet, a sheepskin posteen or winter jacket, and a round cap of fur, high-crowned and flat-topped, upon his head.
He came straight towards Theresa as if he expected a visitor.
The two men in hiding saw him take her hand as a host might that of an honoured guest, kiss it reverently, and then lead her up the little hill to where the sentinels waited motionless on their horses. So soon as the pair had pa.s.sed within the lines, their figures and the Cossack salute momentarily silhouetted against the watchfires, the twin hors.e.m.e.n resumed their monotonous ride.
By this time Jorian's head was above the bushes and his eyes stood well nigh out of his head.
”Down, fool!” growled Boris, taking him by the legs and pulling him flat; ”the Cossacks will see you!”
”Boris,” gasped Jorian, who had descended so rapidly that the fall and the weight of his plate had driven the wind out of him, ”I know that fellow. I have seen him before. It is Prince Wasp's physician, Alexis the Deacon. I remember him in Courtland when first we came thither!”
”Well, and what of that?” grunted Boris, staring at the little detached tongues of willow-leaf flame which were blown upward from the Muscovite watchfires.
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