Part 11 (2/2)
They spoke the truth, for they had reason to know it, having used every means in their power to find out whether he could be induced to quarrel with Philip and enter upon a civil war, which could have had but one issue, since all Spain would have risen to proclaim him king. He had been tempted by questions, and led into discussions in which it seemed certain that he must give them some hope. But they and their agents lost heart before the insuperable obstacle of the young prince's loyalty. It was simple, unaffected, and without exaggeration. He never drew his sword and kissed the blade, and swore by the Blessed Virgin to give his last drop of blood for his sovereign and his country. He never made solemn vows to accomplish ends that looked impossible. But when the charge sounded, he pressed his steel cap a little lower upon his brow, and settled himself in the saddle without any words and rode at death like the devil incarnate; and then men followed him, and the impossible was done, and that was all. Or he could wait and watch, and manoeuvre for weeks, until he had his foe in his hand, with a patience that would have failed his officers and his men, had they not seen him always ready and cheerful, and fully sure that although he might fail twenty times to drive the foe into the pen, he should most certainly succeed in the end,--as he always did.
Philip paced the chamber in deep and angry thought. If at that moment any one had offered to rid him of his brother, the reward would have been ready, and worth a murderer's taking. But the King had long cherished the scheme of marrying Don John to Queen Mary of Scotland,--whose marriage with Bothwell could easily be annulled--in order that his presumptuous ambition might be satisfied, and at the same time that he might make of his new kingdom a powerful ally of Spain against Elizabeth of England. It was for this reason that he had long determined to prevent his brother's marriage with Maria Dolores de Mendoza. Perez and Dona Ana de la Cerda, on the other hand, feared that if Don John were allowed to marry the girl he so devotedly loved, he would forget everything for her, give up campaigning, and settle to the insignificance of a thoroughly happy man. For they knew the world well from their own point of view. Happiness is often like sadness, for it paralyzes those to whose lot it falls; but pain and danger rouse man's strength of mind and body.
Yet though the King and his treacherous favourite had diametrically opposite intentions, a similar thought had crossed the minds of both, even before Don John had ridden up to the palace gate late on that afternoon, from his last camping ground outside the city walls. Both had reasoned that whoever was to influence a man so straightforward and fearless must have in his power and keeping the person for whom Don John would make the greatest sacrifice of his life; and that person, as both knew, was Dolores herself. Yet when Antonio Perez entered Philip's study, neither had guessed the other's thought.
CHAPTER VIII
The court had been still at supper when Adonis had summoned Don Antonio Perez to the King, and the Secretary, as he was usually called, had been obliged to excuse his sudden departure by explaining that the King had sent for him unexpectedly. He was not even able to exchange a word with Dona Ana, who was seated at another of the three long tables and at some distance from him. She understood, however, and looked after him anxiously. His leaving was not signal for the others, but it caused a little stir which unhinged the solemn formality of the supper. The Amba.s.sador of the Holy Roman Empire presently protested that he was suffering from an unbearable headache, and the Princess of Eboli, next to whom he was seated, begged him not to stand upon ceremony, since Perez was gone from the room, but to order his coach at once; she found it hot, she said, and would be glad to escape. The two rose together, and others followed their example, until the few who would have stayed longer were constrained to imitate the majority. When Mendoza, relieved at last from his duty, went towards the supper-room to take the place that was kept for him at one of the tables, he met Dona Ana in the private corridor through which the officers and ladies of the household pa.s.sed to the state apartments. He stood still, surprised to see her there.
”The supper is over,” she said, stopping also, and trying to scrutinize the hard old face by the dim light of the lamps. ”May I have a word with you, General? Let us walk together to your apartments.”
”It is far, Madam,” observed Mendoza, who suspected at once that she wished to see Dolores.
”I shall be glad to walk a little, and breathe the air,” she answered.
”Your corridor has arches open to the air, I remember.” She began to walk, and he was obliged to accompany her. ”Yes,” she continued indifferently, ”we have had such changeable weather to-day! This morning it almost snowed, then it rained, then it, began to freeze, and now it feels like summer! I hope Dolores has not taken cold? Is she ill? She was not at court before supper.”
”The weather is indeed very changeable,” replied the General, who did not know what to say, and considered it beneath his dignity to lie except by order of the King.
”Yes--yes, I was saying so, was I not? But Dolores--is she ill? Please tell me.” The Princess spoke almost anxiously.
”No, Madam, my daughters are well, so far as I know.”
”But then, my dear General, it is strange that you should not have sent an excuse for Dolores' not appearing. That is the rule, you know. May I ask why you ventured to break it?” Her tone grew harder by degrees.
”It was very sudden,” said Mendoza, trying to put her off. ”I hope that your Grace will excuse my daughter.”
”What was sudden?” enquired Dona Ana coldly. ”You say she was not taken ill.”
”Her--her not coming to court.” Mendoza hesitated and pulled at his grey beard as they went along. ”She fully intended to come,” he added, with perfect truth.
Dona Ana walked more slowly, glancing sideways at his face, though she could hardly see it except when they pa.s.sed by a lamp, for he was very tall, and she was short, though exquisitely proportioned.
”I do not understand,” she said, in a clear, metallic voice. ”I have a right to an explanation, for it is quite impossible to give the ladies of the court who live in the palace full liberty to attend upon the Queen or not, as they please. You will be singularly fortunate if Don Antonio Perez does not mention the matter to the King.”
Mendoza was silent, but the words had their effect upon him, and a very unpleasant one, for they contained a threat.
”You see,” continued the Princess, pausing as they reached a flight of steps which they would have to ascend, ”every one acknowledges the importance of your services, and that you have been very poorly rewarded for them. But that is in a degree your own fault, for you have refused to make friends when you might, and you have little interest with the King.”
”I know it,” said the old soldier, rather bitterly. ”Princess,” he continued, without giving her time to say more, ”this is a private matter, which concerns only me and my daughter. I entreat you to overlook the irregularity and not to question me further. I will serve you in any way in my power--”
”You cannot serve me in any way,” answered Dona Ana cruelly. ”I am trying to help you,” she added, with a sudden change of tone. ”You see, my dear General, you are no longer young. At your age, with your name and your past services, you should have been a grandee and a rich man.
You have thrown away your opportunities of advancement, and you have contented yourself with an office which is highly honourable--but poorly paid, is it not? And there are younger men who court it for the honour alone, and who are willing to be served by their friends.”
”Who is my successor?” asked Mendoza, bravely controlling his voice though he felt that he was ruined.
The skilful and cruel woman began to mount the steps in silence, in order to let him suffer a few moments, before she answered. Reaching the top, she spoke, and her voice was soft and kind.
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