Young Rupert's Midnight Diversions The night came fine and clear.I had prayed for dirty weather, such as had favoured my previous voyage in the moat, but Fortune was this time against me.Still I reckoned that by keeping close under the wall and in the shadow I could escape detection from the windows of the chateau that looked out on the scene of my efforts.
If they searched the moat, indeed, my scheme must fail;but I did not think they would.They had made "Jacob's Ladder"secure against attack.Johann had himself helped to fix it closely to the masonry on the under side, so that it could not now be moved from below any more than from above.An assault with explosives or a long battering with picks alone could displace it, and the noise involved in either of these operations put them out of the question.What harm, then, could a man do in the moat? I trusted that Black Michael, putting this query to himself, would answer confidently, "None;" while, even if Johann meant treachery, he did not know my scheme, and would doubtless expect to see me, at the head of my friends, before the front entrance to the chateau.There, I said to Sapt, was the real danger.
"And there," I added, "you shall be.Doesn't that content you?"But it did not.Dearly would he have liked to come with me, had I not utterly refused to take him.One man might escape notice, to double the party more than doubled the risk;and when he ventured to hint once again that my life was too valuable, I, knowing the secret thought he clung to, sternly bade him be silent, assuring him that unless the King lived through the night, I would not live through it either.
At twelve o'clock, Sapt's command left the chateau of Tarlenheim and struck off to the right, riding by unfrequented roads, and avoiding the town of Zenda.If all went well, they would be in front of the Castle by about a quarter to two.
Leaving their horses half a mile off, they were to steal up to the entrance and hold themselves in readiness for the opening of the door.If the door were not opened by two, they were to send Fritz von Tarlenheim round to the other side of the Castle.
I would meet him there if I were alive, and we would consult whether to storm the Castle or not.If I were not there, they were to return with all speed to Tarlenheim, rouse the Marshal, and march in force to Zenda.For if not there, I should be dead;and I knew that the King would not be alive five minutes after I ceased to breathe.
I must now leave Sapt and his friends, and relate how I myself proceeded on this eventful night.I went out on the good horse which had carried me, on the night of the coronation, back from the hunting-lodge to Strelsau.I carried a revolver in the saddle and my sword.I was covered with a large cloak, and under this I wore a warm, tight-fitting woollen jersey, a pair of knickerbockers, thick stockings, and light canvas shoes.
I had rubbed myself thoroughly with oil, and I carried a large flask of whisky.The night was warm, but I might probably be immersed a long while, and it was necessary to take every precaution against cold:
for cold not only saps a man's courage if he has to die, but impairs his energy if others have to die, and, finally, gives him rheumatics, if it be God's will that he lives.Also I tied round my body a length of thin but stout cord, and I did not forget my ladder.I, starting after Sapt, took a shorter route, skirting the town to the left, and found myself in the outskirts of the forest at about half-past twelve.
I tied my horse up in a thick clump of trees, leaving the revolver in its pocket in the saddle--it would be no use to me--and, ladder in hand, made my way to the edge of the moat.Here I unwound my rope from about my waist, bound it securely round the trunk of a tree on the bank, and let myself down.The Castle clock struck a quarter to one as I felt the water under me and began to swim round the keep, pushing the ladder before me, and hugging the Castle wall.
Thus voyaging, I came to my old friend, "Jacob's Ladder,"and felt the ledge of the masonry under me.I crouched down in the shadow of the great pipe--I tried to stir it, but it was quite immovable--and waited.I remember that my predominant feeling was neither anxiety for the King nor longing for Flavia, but an intense desire to smoke; and this craving, of course, I could not gratify.
The drawbridge was still in its place.I saw its airy, slight framework above me, some ten yards to my right, as I crouched with my back against the wall of the King's cell.
I made out a window two yards my side of it and nearly on the same level.
That, if Johann spoke true, must belong to the duke's apartments;and on the other side, in about the same relative position, must be Madame de Mauban's window.Women are careless, forgetful creatures.I prayed that she might not forget that she was to be the victim of a brutal attempt at two o'clock precisely.
I was rather amused at the part I had assigned to my young friend Rupert Hentzau;but I owed him a stroke--for, even as I sat, my shoulder ached where he had, with an audacity that seemed half to hide his treachery, struck at me, in the sight of all my friends, on the terrace at Tarlenheim.
Suddenly the duke's window grew bright.The shutters were not closed, and the interior became partially visible to me as I cautiously raised myself till I stood on tiptoe.Thus placed, my range of sight embraced a yard or more inside the window, while the radius of light did not reach me.The window was flung open and someone looked out.I marked Antoinette de Mauban's graceful figure, and, though her face was in shadow, the fine outline of her head was revealed against the light behind.
I longed to cry softly, "Remember!" but I dared not--and happily, for a moment later a man came up and stood by her.He tried to put his arm round her waist, but with a swift motion she sprang away and leant against the shutter, her profile towards me.
I made out who the newcomer was: it was young Rupert.
A low laugh from him made me sure, as he leant forward, stretching out his hand towards her.
