CHAPTER XXIII.

HOW RALLYWOOD HAD HIS ORDERS.

Unziar had already departed to the Frontier on a secret errand when

Rallywood started for the Chancellerie through the slush and fog. It was

yet early in the afternoon, and an hour when the Duke sometimes drove

out. As Rallywood trotted along the embankment by the river, he saw the

outriders of the Duke's carriage coming towards him.

Gustave of Maäsau happened to be alone, and, to indulge the humour of

the moment, he beckoned the young man to the side of the carriage and

spoke a few words to him. He took a pleasure in the Englishman's frank

readiness.

'I have to thank you for your energy in the matter of Colendorp,' he

began. 'We have, however, decided to leave the whole affair in abeyance

for the present. So M. Selpdorf has sent for you. What for?' he added

with the curiosity of an idle man.

'I do not know, sire.'

'Now I remember, he did mention something about--well, well, we have

worse enemies in the State than the Chancellor,' he wandered on, for he

had had an interview during the morning with Selpdorf, and was more than

half persuaded to place himself once more unreservedly under that able

direction. For Selpdorf had almost succeeded in lulling his suspicions,

and in luring him back to the old comfortable habit of believing in a

false peace. He half regretted the doubts he had lately entertained of

his Prime Minister, and was weakly willing to disabuse the Englishman's

mind of prejudice. He did not know that Rallywood was quite unaware of

Selpdorf's connection with the Sagan plot. 'The excellent Selpdorf is

unsparing of his agents,' went on the Duke in vague connection, 'but he

is also unsparing of himself. Therefore see that you obey him loyally.

For me, he does what he wills with me.' He laughed and raised his hand

by way of dismissal.

Rallywood went on wondering what the Duke meant to convey by this praise

of his great Minister and in fact set many constructions on the empty

words.

Selpdorf received him with an air of gravity, almost of restraint,

entirely unlike the debonnair interest he had shown in him on the

occasion of their last interview.

'I have sent for you, Captain Rallywood,' he said after a moment's

consideration, 'to entrust to you a very delicate mission.'

He ceased and waited for some response. He was standing opposite to

Rallywood on a white fur rug. The upstanding corners of his moustache,

his upright carriage, and the ineffaceable mark left upon him by his

short term of military service--for conscription obtains in Maäsau--had

their effect upon Rallywood. He picked out the soldier from the

chancellor and saluted in silence.

Selpdorf smiled. Yet he wished the man had spoken! so much may be

deduced from a tone of voice. Did he guess how much Selpdorf knew of his

relations with Valerie? But there was nothing to be gathered from that

rigid front.

'Before I give you any information, I must ask you first to say whether

you will serve his Highness or not?'

'I have taken the oath, your excellency.'

'Yes,' the Chancellor said dubiously, 'and an oath goes a long way but

sometimes not all the way. Has not some writer said that it is the man

that makes the oath believed, not the oath the man?'

'I have taken the soldier's oath,' repeated Rallywood.

But he had no protestation of fidelity to offer. It rested with Selpdorf

to choose the right man for his mission.

If personal inclination had had any part in the Chancellor's plan of

life, it is certain he would have liked Rallywood. As it was, in

trusting he distrusted him. Rallywood could be relied on to follow a

straight path, he knew, but if it swerved from honour--what then?

'Also I must remind you that a soldier should see no farther than the

point of his sword, and hear no more than his orders. In short, under

many circumstances he has no use for an independent judgment. He must

leave that to those whom he is pledged to obey and with whom rests the

ultimate responsibility. A soldier's single duty is blind obedience.'

Rallywood bowed and continued to await his orders in silence.

'That is well. I am about to send you to Kofn Ford, where you will meet

the midnight mail from the Frontier. At the foot of the mountain

incline, about half-way between the stations, the train will be stopped

and a person placed in your custody. You will take this person back with

you to the Ford block-house and keep him there until you receive orders

to bring him into Révonde. I especially charge you that no violence is

to be used, but he is not to be permitted to escape. The importance of

the duty which is entrusted to you cannot be too highly estimated.'

This then was what the Duke meant. Rallywood was to place himself

unreservedly at the disposal of M. Selpdorf. Yet the preamble troubled

him. It seemed to be assumed that he might be tempted to evade his

orders.

'I am to start at once, your Excellency?'

'In half an hour.' Selpdorf's face cleared, something of his former

geniality returned to him. 'To-night, Captain Rallywood, the Duke has

need of a man. There are others I might have sent whose claims are

greater than yours, but you are my nominee to the ranks of the Guard,

and I would justify my choice. His Highness also is inclined to favour

you.'

Selpdorf contemplated Rallywood kindly, as if prepared to be interested

in his answer. He was trying to draw something from the man, but

Rallywood only stood straighter and hugged his wooden silence closer.

Any reply he could make would give the advantage to Selpdorf. For the

present he himself held it. It is often so. The man who speaks ten words

has an advantage over the man who speaks a hundred.

'I thank your Excellency,' he replied.

'There is,' Selpdorf began again meditatively, as if permitting himself

the luxury of a little frankness before a trusted adherent, 'an end to

everything and a beginning. The line drawn between the new and the old

is never defined; the two overlap. We may regret the old, but since the

new is irresistible, the wise make the best of it.' He looked up with an

alert interest. 'In your own case, Captain Rallywood, you were not long

ago at the dividing line yourself; how has the new life treated you?'

'Well!' said Rallywood as if flinging back a challenge.

The Chancellor's round eyes met his.

'Ah, I thought it would be so! You were half inclined that night to let

fortune go by you. You must mount her, man, not lead her by the bridle.'

Then Rallywood broke silence.

'I doubt, your Excellency, if she will carry me where I want to go, in

spite of hard riding,' he said.

'That will depend upon yourself, I imagine. Good-day, Captain.'

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