Part 20 (2/2)

Instinctively, involuntarily--and I hated myself for it--I dropped my arm.

Georg exclaimed: ”Wolfgar--he----”

Tarrano turned from me. ”He is not dead--but he will die. There is nothing we can do. I'm very sorry--very sorry indeed.”

A sincere regret was in his tone. We lifted Wolfgar up, carried him to a depression in the floor by the wall--a shallow, couch-like bowl half-filled with down.

On the floor we gathered, seated on cus.h.i.+ons; and presently Wolfgar regained consciousness. His face was not burned. It lighted with a dazed smile; and his eyes, searching us, picked out Maida.

”You are safe--I'm--so glad.”

His voice was low and labored; and at once his eyes closed again as though the effort of speaking were too great.

Maida was sitting near me at Wolfgar's head, bending over him. She had recovered from her terror of Argo; and as she leaned down, gazing at the dying Wolfgar, I think I have never seen so gentle, so compa.s.sionate an expression upon the face of any woman.

Elza whispered: ”There must be something we can do. The men of medicine--the lights--the healing lights! Georg! Cannot you use father's----”

They were only an overwrought girl's excited ideas, of course. Wolfgar's lungs were seared; even as Elza spoke, he coughed, and blood welled from his mouth--blood which Georg quickly wiped away.

Tarrano was on his feet behind us, with folded arms; and as he looked down, I saw on his face also--the face which a few moments before had been grim with deadly menace--a look now of gentle compa.s.sion very much like Maida's.

”No use,” he said softly. ”We can do nothing. He will die.”

Again Wolfgar's eyes opened. ”Die--of course.” He tried to raise one of his burned hands, but dropped it back. ”Die? Yes--of course. In just a moment....” His eyes, already dulled, swung about. ”Who is that--crying?

There's no need--to cry.”

It was little Elza beside me, struggling to suppress her sobs.

Wolfgar's slow, labored voice demanded: ”That isn't--my Princess Maida crying--is it? I don't want--her to cry----”

”No,” said Georg gently. ”Maida is here--right here by you. She isn't crying.”

His gaze found Maida's face. ”Oh, yes--I can see you--Princess Maida.

You're not crying--that's good. There's nothing to--cry about.”

He seemed for a moment to gather a little strength; he moved his head and saw Tarrano standing there behind us.

”Master?” He used the old term with a whimsical smile. ”I--called you that--for a long time, didn't I? You have a right to consider me a traitor----”

”A spy,” said Tarrano very gently. ”Not a traitor. That you would have been had you served me--a traitor to your Princess.”

Wolfgar's head tried to nod; relief was on his face. ”I'm--glad you understand. I would not want to die--having you think harshly of me----”

”You are a man--I honor you.” Abruptly Tarrano turned away and strode across the room. And always since I have wondered if he left that scene of death because of the emotion he could not hide.

Georg said: ”You should not talk, Wolfgar.”

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