Part 38 (1/2)

Auersperg looked again at Julie, and smiled, but it was the slow, cold smile of a master.

”You beg very prettily, Mademoiselle,” he said.

She flushed, but stood firm.

”It would be murder,” she said. ”You cannot do it!”

”You know little of war. This man is a _franc tireur_, a civilian in civilian's garb, fighting against us. It is our law that all such who are caught be shot immediately.”

”Your Highness,” said von Arnheim, ”I have reason to think that the lady's story is correct. This man's daughter is her maid, and he is obviously a servant of her house.”

Auersperg turned his slow, heavy look upon the young Prussian, but John noticed that von Arnheim met it without flinching, although Picard had really fired upon the Germans. He surmised that von Arnheim was fully as high-born as Auersperg, and perhaps more so. John knew that these things counted for a lot in Germany, however ridiculous they might seem to a democratic people. Nevertheless Auersperg spoke with irony:

”Your heart is overworking, von Arnheim,” he said ”Sometimes I fear that it is too soft for a Prussian. Our Emperor and our Fatherland demand that we shall turn hearts of steel to our enemies, and never spare them.

But it may be, my brave Wilhelm, that your sympathy is less for this hulking peasant and more for the fair face of the lady whom he serves.”

John saw Julie's face flush a deep red, and his hand stole down to his belt, but no weapon was there. Von Arnheim's face reddened also, but he stood at attention before his superior officer and replied with dignity:

”I admire Mademoiselle Lannes, although I have known her only ten minutes, but I think, Your Highness, that my admiration is warranted, and also that it is not lacking in respect.”

”Good for you, von Arnheim,” said John, under his breath. But the medieval mind of Auersperg was not disturbed. The slow, cruel smile pa.s.sed across his face again.

”You are brave my Wilhelm,” he said, ”but I am confirmed in my opinion that some of our princely houses have become tainted. The harm that was done when Napoleon smashed his way through Europe has never been undone.

The touch of the democracy was defilement, and it does not pa.s.s. Do you think our ancestors would have wasted so much time over a miserable French peasant?”

This was a long speech, much too long for the circ.u.mstances, John thought, but von Arnheim still standing stiffly at attention, merely said:

”Your Highness I ask this man's life of you. He is not a _franc tireur_ in the real sense.”

”Since you make it a personal matter, my brave young Wilhelm, I yield.

Let him be held a prisoner, but no more requests of the same kind. This is positively the last time I shall yield to such a weakness.”

”Thank you, Your Highness,” said von Arnheim. Julie gave him one flas.h.i.+ng look of grat.i.tude and stepped away from Picard, who had stood, his arms folded across his chest, refusing to utter a single word for mercy. ”This indeed,” thought John ”is a man.” Suzanne was near, and now both he and his daughter turned away relaxing in no wise their looks of grim resolution. ”Here also is a woman as well as a man,” thought John.

”I hope, Your Highness, that I may a.s.sign Mademoiselle Lannes and her maid to one of the upper rooms,” said von Arnheim in tones respectful, but very firm. ”Here also is another man,” thought John.

”You may,” said Auersperg shortly, ”but let the peasant be sent to the stables, where the other prisoners are kept.”

Two soldiers were called and they took Picard away. Julie and Suzanne followed von Arnheim to a stairway, and John was left alone with medievalism. The man wore no armor, but when only they two stood in the room his feeling that he was back in the Middle Ages was overpowering.

Here was the baron, and here was he, unt.i.tled and unknown.

Auersperg glanced at Julie, disappearing up the stairway, and then glanced back at John. Over his heavy face pa.s.sed the same slow cruel smile that set all John's nerves to jumping.

”Why have you, an American, come so far to fight against us?” he asked.

”I didn't come for that purpose. I was here, visiting, and I was caught in the whirl of the war, an accident, perhaps. But my sympathies are wholly with France. I fight in her ranks from choice.”

Auersperg laughed unpleasantly.