Chapter XI
I bathed and dressed myself, constructing in my mind the procedure of Goltz’s daring raid upon my person.
He must have gone straight to my bedroom when he left the dining hall, and concealed himself somewhere, most probably beneath the bed. Then having rendered me unconscious, let in his accomplices, and lowered me from the window. Once outside, I could easily have been passed off as a drunken man being taken home. He had pulled my day clothes over my pyjamas.
It was a pity that he was such a scoundrel; for, had he been a decent member of society, he might have risen high in the world—for he was clever and undoubtedly brave.
I felt no qualms at having killed him: he was a grave danger to Rudarlia, and also to myself, so my action had been partly in self-defence. It would have been much more unpleasant if I had had to kill a horse or dog.
Upon arriving at the Palace, I immediately sent for Prince Zeula and Count Belen.
Prince Zeula was the first to enter and embraced me affectionately. I waited for Count Belen before saying anything, as I did not wish to have to repeat the tale oftener than I could help.
They were very greatly dismayed, and the Count was almost purple with indignation, especially when he heard that our forts were known. He calmed down a little, however, when I told him that I did not believe much mischief had been done.
As soon as they had been told everything, we set to work to peruse the documentary evidence. At first, we discovered nothing of any importance, for most of the papers dealt with military matters that were known to all people. Then we found one that caused us to squirm, as it contained much information about our reserves of guns and ammunition. Goltz had evidently been a most successful spy, and we could only hope that he had not sent his report to Bornia. We had nearly come to an end of the papers, when I came across a list of some twenty names of men who had been Ivan’s friends; against seven of them had been made a cross and the word “accepted.”
“Accepted what?” I said, passing the paper to the Prince.
The next sheet explained it, being a letter from Alexis, giving a brief outline of a plot for my dethronement; attached was a list of the same names with a heading in Prince Alexis’s writing: “Ivan’s friends, sound them.”
The three of us looked at each other in silent dismay. That seven out of twenty should have accepted the proposals, which I may justly call infamous, was appalling; we did not know how many had been approached. It might have been that all would have accepted, and they were men who had been treated with absolute leniency and consideration.
“This is in your hands, Prince; it can be nothing but imprisonment, exile would be inadvisable at the present time.”
“There is one thing preferable to imprisonment, your Majesty.”
“Perhaps; but we must remember that they may not have been told of the assassination part of the scheme. They may have thought only to overthrow me; perhaps, too, they would not sell Rudarlia.”
“It is giving them the benefit of a big doubt.”
“I should not if there were any harm likely to come of it; but, if you will give orders to arrest these men simultaneously, I think their teeth will be drawn, and we shall have nothing to fear. In a little time it will not matter.”
“And the others on the list, will your Majesty place them under surveillance?”
“No, I think not; for, if they have been approached, they have refused to acquiesce, if not, they will probably know nothing about it.”
For a short time, few people knew that I had been abducted, but after a while it became almost public property. It was known, too, that I had shot Goltz, but it was not known that we had discovered evidence of a plot; that was kept from the knowledge of all save a chosen few.
Prince Alexis wrote to me, and ended his letter with a request for five thousand pounds, as a salve to his feelings at the reported death of his friend Baron von Goltz.
He must have had a sense of humour after all, although up to now I had discovered no trace of it.
I replied to this letter, sympathising with him over the loss of his friend, and regretting my inability to do more than pay for his funeral.
I was no longer anxious to fend off his attacks. He could try to do us as much harm as he liked, and, really, the sooner he showed his hand, the better I should be pleased. As far as it was possible to be seen, we were ready; so we sat quietly, and waited.
It was about this time that Prince Zeula first broached the subject of my marriage.
He had lunched or rather breakfasted with me, and we were allowing ourselves an easy half-hour, to digest our food and smoke a cigar.
I had noticed that he was slightly perturbed about something, and that he was formulating some thought in his head. I knew he would only speak when he had his idea firmly fixed, so I waited patiently.
“Victor!”
“Yes?”
“Are you satisfied with your country and countrymen?”
“Intensely.”
“Do you think that you have done everything possible to prepare for all eventualities?
“I sincerely hope so. There are many little things that I do not interfere with, but the main preparations are completed; that is, if you are thinking of our preparations against any Bornian attack. You know that our aeroplanes have arrived in Soctia?”
“I had heard of it.”
“You hear of everything. Is there anything that I could tell you that would really surprise you?”
“There is one thing.”
“And that is?”
He hesitated a moment and then said:
“I should be very much surprised to hear that you had thought of making your greatest sacrifice for Rudarlia.”
Then, I knew what was in his mind, and unconsciously I tried to gain time, so as to put off hearing what I did not wish to hear; until I realised that this was pure cowardice on my part, and said:
“What is that?”
“Marriage.”
“Good Lord!”
“Your greatest sacrifice; I call it that because a Royal marriage very often lacks love, and I know that to you it will be a torture, and yet, my boy, it is essential.”
“I suppose it is,” I said, “but is it imperative to think of it yet?”
“Only in order to fix the idea firmly in your head, to give you time to form your thoughts on the subject, to prepare for what must come. You see, Victor, with your temperament, it is difficult to think of married life run on lines of convenience. You must forgo romance, and fill its place, as best you may, with the knowledge that you are sacrificing your personal feelings for the good of the state.”
“I will think of it; I suppose it must be into some reigning family?”
“If possible, but at least Royal.”
I walked to the window and looked out; but I don’t think I saw much, my mind being occupied with the recollection of a slim girlish figure with a bandaged ankle.
I say recollection, for, to confess the truth, I had forgotten that charming riverside idyll. It was strange; at the time, I could have sworn that I loved that pretty little girl; and yet it was not more than two years and she had gone, with the exception of a pleasant memory.
I had excuses to offer to myself; I had been a boy when it had occurred, and since I had become a man and a King. As such I had made a constitution, reorganised an army, and killed a traitor; all useful things in their way, as well as a thousand other duties which make a king’s lot a heavy one.
Ah well! and so I was to marry some one, I must marry some one, for the sake of Rudarlia. It was a case of duty, duty which prevents a king enjoying personal liberty. Even in a matter such as marriage, he must bow his head and do as some one else wills, as cheerfully as his character will allow.
I wonder how many of my subjects realise just what it means to be their King. To live in a beautiful palace, with beautiful food and clothes, horses, motor-cars, an army of servants; surrounded by Courtiers and Ministers. It is a pretty picture, an alluring prospect, to the poor man who only hears that side of it. But, if they knew the infinite boredom to be derived from too many servants, Courtiers, too much food and Palace, if they understood the wearying routine, the never-ending etiquette, the fettering of wish and will, I fancy that their opinions would change. A king, however, should be king, and his example should be that of the head of the state. It is to him that people should look, it is he who should be a light for his people to follow along the roads of devotion, loyalty, honour, and duty.
Yet what a position of difficulties it is, and how much depends on the choice a king makes. I had made up my mind to regulate my life to moderation; for that, it seems to me, is the safest course. Let a king be over-powerful, it is almost certain that he will injure his country by trying to do those things which are more than any one man can attempt. Let a king be weak, he will fail through being ruled instead of ruling, so that the power which should be his gets into the hands of men who are, perhaps, guided chiefly by self-interest, and the result will be anarchy, chaos, and perhaps the destruction of monarchical rule.
I must have stood by the window for a good twenty minutes, turning things over in my mind, before I turned and looked at Zeula.
“Well,” I said, “I am ready, or shall be when the time comes; but remember that, when it does, Rudarlia may have ceased to be a kingdom, who knows?”
“God knows, we are in His hands.”
“Amen; but He has given us brains and arms, strong men with brave hearts, and unless He fights against us we will win, I know it.”
“We will, but when that day comes, Victor, where will the King be?”
“In his proper place, at the head of his army.”
“Is that your proper place? You have no heir.”
“Would you have me sit here while my army is in the field?”
“It would be better, much better.”
“Then better be d—d!” said I. At which my companion smiled, for I seldom swear. “I will fight with my men, and if I am killed it will be so much the worse for you; because Rudarlia will become a republic, and you will be the first President.”
“We will hope for the best then. You have luck, or Goltz might still be keeping you.”
“The luck of having a hard fist and knowing how to use it.”
“And a quick brain,” he added, “don’t forget that. I should never have thought of looking for you under the bed, if I had been Goltz, when I saw the open window and the rope of sheets.”
“No, I don’t think I should have myself.”
I presume that Prince Zeula thought that the seed he had let fall, in regard to my marriage, was sufficient, for he did not mention the subject again for a considerable time. That day, however, it did its work well and quite upset any keen desire for work which I may have had; so after a little while, I went to see my mother, a thing I generally did when perturbed. It is wonderful to me how so many mothers have the gift of being able to understand and console, without allowing it to be seen.
Now, for the next three months or so nothing occurred to disturb our peace, and Rudarlia showed signs of awakening prosperity. Nature had been kind to the agriculturists for once, and money began to circulate more freely; therefore we felt more at ease in giving time to the improvement of existing conditions of life.
At the end of that time I heard again from Prince Alexis. I answered him curtly to the effect that any further communications would be returned unopened, and almost immediately our relations with Bornia altered; up to now they had been those of smiling, courteous dislike.
I hastened my plans in one thing only: the purchasing of an armoured cruiser just completed by an English firm, for one of the South American Republics, and a torpedo-boat destroyer.
These two vessels were a gift from me to Rudarlia; and I thought Prince Kleber would burst with delight when I told him of my intentions. He had made the most of our naval forces, which until then had consisted of three coast defence vessels, an obsolete ironclad, and three torpedo-boats. When he had these two additional ships, I believe he would have cheerfully tried to tackle the British fleet.
The cruiser was named the Soctia, much to the gratification of that province.
Personally I did not fear an attack by sea, the town of Soctia, our one port of any importance, being too well fortified.
About now, was finished the installation of the “Wireless” telegraph system, which linked up all our garrison towns.
Then, one eventful day, came the tidings that Bornia was mobilising, ostensibly for manoeuvres. A reasonable enough thing; but there was no need to send so many troops to our frontiers, there was no need to keep matters so secret, and there was no need to issue ball cartridges. Our Secret Service kept us well informed on most points.
I sent the promised word to Carruthers.
Mr. Neville took a broken coin to Piotr.
Quarovitch was commanded to Karena.
Carruthers answered immediately, in a manner at once laconic and wanting in proper respect:
“Coming, good old Splosh.”
Quarovitch was to hand.
Piotr accompanied Mr. Neville. He had no idea that the English lord was his King.
My old tutor told me, when he came to announce his arrival, that Piotr had been in the middle of some farm work, but upon catching sight of the broken coin had run to his house, seized his revolver and a few necessaries, and fairly tired his companion with the haste of his movements. Mr. Neville had not explained anything, but had given him the token, and told him that I was in need of him.
He chuckled as he told me that Piotr was all impatience to kill some one for my sake.
Asking Mr. Neville to fetch him, I also sent word for Colonel von Quarovitch to be admitted in half an hour’s time. Then I slipped behind a curtain and waited.
I saw Piotr enter the room with a puzzled expression on his face, which grew more intense when he discovered it to be apparently empty. He toyed with his revolver and the hilt of his dagger, stood first on one leg, then on the other, and looked generally uncomfortable. So, to end it, I stepped out into view.
“Well, Piotr, you see I have not forgotten your promise to help me out of a difficulty.” I held out my hand.
“I am grateful to your Excellency for remembering, and am truly pleased to see you again.”
“You are astonished, perhaps, to see me here?”
“I am, Excellency, but His Majesty was brought up in your country, they say.”
“So you think I have been favoured on that account, perhaps.”
“Indeed, no; only it may have made His Majesty think of you.”
“I am afraid that is not the case, indeed, cannot be the case, for I am a Rudarlian as you are.”
“No!”
“Indeed I am, Piotr, and I trust a good one.”
“God bless your Excellency, that is good news indeed.”
“Tell me, Piotr, are you glad that things have changed in Rudarlia?”
“As is every honest man. I own my farm again now, and am not afraid of the days when the taxes are paid.”
“That is good, and those around you, your family, your friends, are they as contented as yourself?”
“Yes, Excellency.”
“And what has become of the other members of your band?”
“They live around my neighbourhood; most of them have small farms, and the others who have not, earn good wages now, and they will soon save enough to buy a piece of land for themselves.”
“Splendid! I suppose you still keep the secret of your hiding-place; the other men would not have told of its position?”
“Not a word. They took an oath never to do so, unless I gave them permission, for the place was mine by right of discovery.”
“Supposing it was needed for the sake of Rudarlia and that His Majesty said, ‘Send for Piotr that I may ask him for permission to use his hiding-place for his country’s good.’”
This appeared to tickle him immensely and he roared with laughter.
“If His Majesty asked for it, he should have it for his own sake, Excellency, and my life with it if he wished.”
I rang a bell.
“Has Colonel von Quarovitch arrived yet?”
“He awaits your Majesty.”
“Tell him I wish to see him now.”
Almost before the door had closed, Piotr was on his knees before me.
“Your Majesty, how could I be so blind! I did not think—and yet I should have known. Forgive me my want of respect. My life, everything I have is yours.”
“Thank you, Piotr. I am your King, but I would have your devotion, nothing more.”
“Your Majesty has that, God knows, and not only mine, but that of every man and woman that I know.”
I believe that he would have liked to spend quite a considerable time expatiating on my various merits, had not Quarovitch entered.
“Ah, Colonel,” I said, as he saluted, “I wish you to become acquainted with a man you may have heard of. You may even have sought his company. His name is Piotr, and under Ivan’s beneficent rule he lived in a way that might have incurred your displeasure. He is now, however, one of my friends.”
“I know him by sight, your Majesty, also by reputation. I believe we once exchanged slight courtesies with one another.”
Here Piotr grinned.
“I trust neither of you were hurt,” I said.
“I don’t know about Piotr, your Majesty, but I had an inch of skin taken off my arm.”
“And you, Piotr?” I asked.
For answer he lifted the thick hair from the side of his face—part of an ear was missing.
“That I consider highly satisfactory, you both need bear no grudge; neither of you owes the other anything, and you must both have made excellent shooting.”
I laughed, and my two companions did likewise, quite heartily.
“And now, Colonel, sit down, and you too, Piotr. I have something of the utmost importance to say to you, and which must be kept absolutely to yourselves. It is this: in all probability we shall be at war with Bornia before the month is out.”
A gleam lit up Quarovitch’s face. Piotr sat silent.
“You have no doubt heard,” I continued, “that Bornia has mobilised for manoeuvres. I have information that they are extremely busy at their arsenals, that ammunition is being hastened to the frontiers—and it is not blank shell. The time has passed when due warning was given before going to war. It is therefore necessary to prepare in peace time. Of course the whole affair may be nothing, or it may be as we surmise: that Bornia thinks that she is strong enough to crush us, and place Prince Alexis on the throne in my place. If that indeed be their plan, some small incident will serve as an excuse for an ultimatum. In any case, if it does not come now, it will in the near future. I think myself, and the Ministers think with me, that they mean war now.”
“It were better so, your Majesty, if we are ready too,” said Colonel von Quarovitch.
“And what say you, Piotr?”
“That we farmers do not want war, but if it comes we shall know when to fight, and how to fight, but not when to stop fighting, especially when you say they wish to dethrone your Majesty.”
“Piotr speaks well,” said Quarovitch.
“Good! You in the army will fight, because it is your duty; you of the farms, in self-protection; and both for Rudarlia.”
“And the King,” said Quarovitch. “Don’t forget that, your Majesty; Piotr, here, would not have raised a hand if Ivan had been still reigning; and I should have hated doing so.”
“It is lucky you are seldom at Court, Colonel, because I can see that you would forget your soldierly habits for those of the courtier.”
“God forbid, your Majesty!” he cried, and then we all three laughed again.
I took a map from my desk, spreading it out before me.
“Come closer, and look. Here is Melanov, Piotr. I wish you to point out to the Colonel the exact spot of which we were talking.”
“It is there, your Majesty.”
“You see, Colonel, there?”
“I see nothing except that small road which you have traced in red ink.”
“You know it?”
“Surely, as I know every inch of the country round, with the exception of one place.”
“And that?”
“Where Piotr used to hide himself, that I never could discover.”
“He will show it to you, Colonel.”
“For a purpose, your Majesty?”
“For a purpose. I wish you to go there, without anyone knowing, and see how best it can be adapted quickly to accommodate at least ten thousand troops, for some days.”
“Aha!”
“You will also determine the best way for the said troops to arrive there, and whether it will be possible to remove the traces of their progress. When you have all the information required, return to me here.”
“It shall be done, your Majesty.”
“You, Piotr, will accompany Colonel von Quarovitch. If help is needed select from your friends the necessary number of men. They will work under the Colonel’s directions, and you will be in charge, and will pay them for their time, at twice the ordinary rates. For your own trouble, I promise that you shall be satisfied.”
“I want nothing, your Majesty, my life is yours.”
“Then return with Colonel von Quarovitch, we shall perhaps need you.”