Hunting a Very Big Boar The terrible temptation which was assailing me will now be understood.
I could so force Michael's hand that he must kill the King.
I was in a position to bid him defiance and tighten my grasp on the crown--not for its own sake, but because the King of Ruritania was to wed the Princess Flavia.What of Sapt and Fritz? Ah! but a man cannot be held to write down in cold blood the wild and black thoughts that storm his brain when an uncontrolled passion has battered a breach for them.Yet, unless he sets up as a saint, he need not hate himself for them.He is better employed, as it humbly seems to me, in giving thanks that power to resist was vouchsafed to him, than in fretting over wicked impulses which come unsought and extort an unwilling hospitality from the weakness of our nature.
It was a fine bright morning when I walked, unattended, to the princess's house, carrying a nosegay in my hand.
Policy made excuses for love, and every attention that I paid her, while it riveted my own chains, bound closer to me the people of the great city, who worshipped her.I found Fritz's inamorata, the Countess Helga, gathering blooms in the garden for her mistress's wear, and prevailed on her to take mine in their place.
The girl was rosy with happiness, for Fritz, in his turn, had not wasted his evening, and no dark shadow hung over his wooing, save the hatred which the Duke of Strelsau was known to bear him.
"And that," she said, with a mischievous smile, "your Majesty has made of no moment.Yes, I will take the flowers; shall I tell you, sire, what is the first thing the princess does with them?"We were talking on a broad terrace that ran along the back of the house, and a window above our heads stood open.
"Madame!" cried the countess merrily, and Flavia herself looked out.
I bared my head and bowed.She wore a white gown, and her hair was loosely gathered in a knot.She kissed her hand to me, crying:
"Bring the King up, Helga; I'll give him some coffee."The countess, with a gay glance, led the way, and took me into Flavia's morning-room.And, left alone, we greeted one another as lovers are wont.Then the princess laid two letters before me.One was from Black Michael--a most courteous request that she would honour him by spending a day at his Castle of Zenda, as had been her custom once a year in the summer, when the place and its gardens were in the height of their great beauty.
I threw the letter down in disgust, and Flavia laughed at me.
Then, growing grave again, she pointed to the other sheet.
"I don't know who that comes from," she said."Read it."I knew in a moment.There was no signature at all this time, but the handwriting was the same as that which had told me of the snare in the summer-house: it was Antoinette de Mauban's.
"I have no cause to love you," it ran, "but God forbid that you should fall into the power of the duke.Accept no invitations of his.Go nowhere without a large guard--a regiment is not too much to make you safe.Show this, if you can, to him who reigns in Strelsau.""Why doesn't it say "the King"?" asked Flavia, leaning over my shoulder, so that the ripple of her hair played on my cheek."Is it a hoax?""As you value life, and more than life, my queen," I said, "obey it to the very letter.A regiment shall camp round your house today.
See that you do not go out unless well guarded.""An order, sire?" she asked, a little rebellious.
"Yes, an order, madame--if you love me."
"Ah!" she cried; and I could not but kiss her.
"You know who sent it?" she asked.
"I guess," said I."It is from a good friend--and I fear, an unhappy woman.You must be ill, Flavia, and unable to go to Zenda.Make your excuses as cold and formal as you like.""So you feel strong enough to anger Michael?" she said, with a proud smile.
"I'm strong enough for anything, while you are safe," said I.
Soon I tore myself away from her, and then, without consulting Sapt, I took my way to the house of Marshal Strakencz.I had seen something of the old general, and I liked and trusted him.Sapt was less enthusiastic, but I had learnt by now that Sapt was best pleased when he could do everything, and jealousy played some part in his views.As things were now, I had more work than Sapt and Fritz could manage, for they must come with me to Zenda, and I wanted a man to guard what I loved most in all the world, and suffer me to set about my task of releasing the King with a quiet mind.
The Marshal received me with most loyal kindness.To some extent, I took him into my confidence.I charged him with the care of the princess, looking him full and significantly in the face as I bade him let no one from her cousin the duke approach her, unless he himself were there and a dozen of his men with him.
"You may be right, sire," said he, shaking his grey head sadly.
"I have known better men than the duke do worse things than that for love."I could quite appreciate the remark, but I said:
"There's something beside love, Marshal.Love's for the heart;is there nothing my brother might like for his head?""I pray that you wrong him, sire."
"Marshal, I'm leaving Strelsau for a few days.Every evening I will send a courier to you.If for three days none comes, you will publish an order which I will give you, depriving Duke Michael of the governorship of Strelsau and appointing you in his place.
You will declare a state of siege.Then you will send word to Michael that you demand an audience of the King--You follow me?""Ay, sire."
"--In twenty-four hours.If he does not produce the King"(I laid my hand on his knee), "then the King is dead, and you will proclaim the next heir.You know who that is?""The Princess Flavia."
"And swear to me, on your faith and honour and by the fear of the living God, that you will stand by her to the death, and kill that reptile, and seat her where I sit now.""On my faith and honour, and by the fear of God, I swear it!
And may Almighty God preserve your Majesty, for I think that you go on an errand of danger.""I hope that no life more precious than mine may be demanded,"said I, rising.Then I held out my hand to him.
