Part 63 (2/2)
And then Theresa spoke. Very fully she told what she had learned of the defences of the place, which gates were guarded by the Kernsbergers, which by the men of Pla.s.senburg, which by the remnants of the broken army of Courtland. She spoke in a hushed voice, the Prince sipping and nodding as he looked into her eyes. She gave the pa.s.swords of the inner and outer defences, the numbers of the defenders at each gate, the plans for bringing provisions up the Alla--indeed, everything that a besieging general needs to know.
And so soon as she had told the pa.s.swords the Prince asked her to pardon him a moment. He struck a silver bell and with scarce a moment's delay Alexis entered.
”Go,” said the Prince; ”send one of our fellows familiar with the speech of Courtland into the city by the Pla.s.senburg Gate. The pa.s.swords are '_Henry the Lion_' at the outer gate and '_Remember_' at the inner port.
Let the man be dressed in the habit of a countryman, and carry with him some wine and provend. Follow him and report immediately.”
While the Prince was speaking he had never taken his eyes off Theresa von Lynar, though he had appeared to be regarding Alexis the Deacon.
Theresa did not blanch. Not a muscle of her face quivered. And within his Muscovite heart, full of treachery as an egg of meat, Prince Ivan said, ”She is no traitress, this dame; but a simpleton with all her beauty. The woman is speaking the truth.”
And Theresa was speaking the truth. She had expected some such test and was prepared; but she only told the defenders' plans to one man; and as for the pa.s.swords, she had arranged with Boris that at the earliest dawn they were to be changed and the forces redistributed.
While these two waited for the return of Alexis, the Prince encouraged Theresa to speak of her wrongs. He watched with approbation the sparkle of her eye as he spoke of Joan of the Sword Hand. He noted how she shut down her lips when Henry the Lion was mentioned, how her voice shook as she recounted the cruel end of her kin.
Though at ordinary times most sober, the Prince now added cup to cup, and like a Muscovite he grew more bitter as the wine mounted to his head. He leaned forward and laid his hand upon his companion's white wrist. Theresa quivered a little, but did not take it away. The Prince was becoming confidential.
”Yes,” he said, leaning towards her, ”you have suffered great wrongs, and do well to hate with the hate that craves vengeance. But even you shall be satisfied. To-morrow and to-morrow's to-morrow you and I shall have out our hearts' desire upon our enemies. Yes, for many days.
Sweet--sweet it shall be--sweet, and very slow; for I, too, have wrongs, as you shall hear.”
”Truly, I did well to come to you!” said Theresa, giving her hand willingly into his. He clasped her fingers and would have kissed her but for the table between.
”You speak truth.” He hissed the words bitterly. ”Indeed, you did better than well. I also have wrongs, and Ivan of Muscovy will show you a Muscovite vengeance.
”This Prince Conrad of theirs baulked me of my revenge and drove me from the city. Him will I take and burn at the stake in his priest's robes, as if he were saying ma.s.s--or, better still, in the red of the cardinal's habit with his hat upon his head. And ere he dies he shall see his paramour carried to her funeral. For I will give you the life of the woman for whose sake he thwarted Ivan of Muscovy. If you will it, no hand but yours shall have the shedding of the blood of your house's enemy. Is not this your vengeance already sweet in prospect?”
”It is sweet indeed!” answered Theresa.
”Your Highness!” said the voice of Alexis at the tent door, ”am I permitted to speak?”
”Speak on!” cried Ivan, without relaxing his clasp upon the hand of Theresa von Lynar. Indeed, momentarily it became a grip.
”The man went safely through at the Pla.s.senburg Gate. The pa.s.swords were correct. The man who challenged spoke with a Kernsberg accent!”
The Prince's grasp relaxed.
”It is well,” he said. ”Now go to the captains and tell them to be in their posts about the city according to the plan--the main a.s.sault to be delivered by the gate of the sea. At dawn I will be with you! Go! Above all, do not forget the pa.s.swords--first '_Henry the Lion!_' then '_Remember!_'”
Alexis the Deacon saluted and went.
The Prince rose and came about the table nearer to Theresa von Lynar.
She drew her breath quickly and checked it as sharply with a kind of sob. Her left hand went down to her side as naturally as a nun's to her rosary. But it was no rosary her fingers touched. The action steadied her, and she threw back her head and smiled up at her companion debonairly as though she had no care in the world.
Theresa repeated the pa.s.swords slowly and audibly.
”'_Henry the Lion!_' '_Remember!_' Ah!” (she broke off with a laugh) ”I am not likely to forget.” Ivan laid his hand on her shoulder, glad to see her so resolute.
”All in good time,” he said, sitting down on a stool at her feet and taking her hand--her right hand. The other he did not see. Then he spoke confidentially.
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