Part 17 (1/2)

Everybody had come up from below, some vainly trying to rescue a few of the relics from the ruins, when Szmul rushed up in great excitement. He had quite recovered from last night's experience, and boasted to all who would listen that he had not turned a hair, but slept all night.

”The Grand Duke is coming--make way for the Grand Duke,” and he took off his cap, so as to be all ready for the important visitor.

The others looked up. A motor car was coming up the drive. It was easy to recognize the tall, spare figure, which towered over the other officers. The Countess dried her eyes and walked towards the entry. Ian left the pile of rubbish; Minnie followed him. Father Constantine stood a little apart; it did not amuse him to talk to important people; he preferred to watch, and listen.

”Bon jour, Comtesse,” the Grand Duke said, and kissed her hand. Then he shook hands with Ian, saluted Minnie, and smiled at the priest. ”I have good news for you at last. We have retaken Kosczielna after a heavy bombardment and a bayonet attack. The Germans have fallen back on Kutno.”

Kosczielna practically belonged to the Countess, the little town being part of her dowry and, though her husband did his best to give it away to the Jews, she managed to save it. She looked at her ruined west wing and sighed.

”I would rather have lost the town,” she remarked.

”I can believe you,” he agreed. ”The town is full of Jews--and that was the most beautiful part of your house. Never mind, Countess, we will drive them over the frontier one of these days and you can build up again.”

”Is the fight over?” asked Minnie.

”Yes. In any case it has gone over there.” He pointed westwards.

”Ruvno is safe now.”

”There,” she said triumphantly, looking at the Countess. ”What did I tell you?”

”I must be off,” said the Grand Duke. ”I thought you would like to know you can come above ground once more.” He turned to the little group of peasants who had come up. ”And you, my children, can go back to the village again.” Then, to Ian, in French: ”I will let you know when there is fresh danger.” And he went off as suddenly as he came.

The news cheered them all greatly. For Father Constantine, there was a little cloud on the horizon; he meant to talk it over with the Countess and hear what she could advise. So, when they had settled in the rooms that were still without holes, he sought her out. He knew they would be able to talk undisturbed. Ian was looking after some men he had told off to fill up the gaps in an outer wall; and Minnie was looking after Ian.

”Countess,” he began, ”don't you think it would be safer if that English Miss went away?”

Though this was his first reference to the pursuit of Ian, she knew what he meant.

”Yes; but she won't go.”

”There is an American Relief man about,” he said. ”He is sure to hear about the distress in the Vola, and he can't reach that without pa.s.sing here. Naturally, seeing the damage done to the house, he would call.”

Her hazel eyes, still beautiful in shade and expression, twinkled merrily.

”But we don't want relief yet,” she said.

”True, but when he sees the damage done and hears that there is an English girl living here he will be willing to take her to Warsaw ... or to England. I think I would not mention Warsaw to him. He probably has never heard of it. So he can take her further off.”

”Minnie won't listen ... she is brave.”

”Brave! She stops here for Ian.”

She was silent for a moment. Father Constantine knew she had fallen under the girl's charm. He admitted the charm; but did not want a foreigner to rule in Ruvno.

”She is a good girl ... and her people are of an old family. Her mother...”

”She is a heretic,” he said firmly. ”Ruvno has never had such a thing.”