A PREVIOUS ENGAGEMENT
"Well, my dear Court Godmother," began the Queen, as she sank on an
ivory and cloth-of-gold settee in her private Cabinet, and cooled her
somewhat heated face with a jewelled ostrich-feathered fan, "I had
better tell you frankly that I think both you and that designing little
adventuress have behaved in a very underhand way in this business--a way
that I naturally resent. Mirliflor, as you very well know, came here on
darling Edna's account, and you deliberately threw that Miss Heritage in
his way--I haven't the least doubt you told her who he really was!"
"That," said the Fairy, "is just what I did _not_ do. It was part of the
test I put to her. She still has no idea that he is more than a
student."
"Well, you egged her on to set her cap at him, and if he cares for her
at all it can be no more than a passing fancy. I cannot be a party to
letting the poor, dear young fellow be entrapped into a _mésalliance_ to
please you, and I shall see that she is sent back to England at once,
as, but for you, she would have been long before this."
"I don't want to lose my temper with you if I can help it," said the
Fairy, with an ominous flush on her peaked old nose, "because I've been
through a good deal as it is this morning, and I'm feeling very far
from well in consequence. But you had better understand that Lady Daphne
is not going to be sent back to England--she is going with Mirliflor and
me to Clairdelune, and we shall start immediately."
"_You_ are at liberty to go where you please, but Miss Heritage will
certainly not leave the Palace except to return to her own country."
"And I tell you I intend to take her to Clairdelune with me, and you are
powerless to prevent it."
"Indeed?" said the Queen, in high wrath. "Answer me this: Am I Queen of
Märchenland, or am I not?"
"You are _not_!" retorted the Fairy, before she could prevent herself,
for the opening was really too tempting. She had not meant to go so far,
but, having started, she proceeded to enlighten the Queen as to her
title, and the very slender evidence on which it was based.
"I don't believe a single word of it!" declared Queen Selina, as
defiantly as if this were the fact. "It's a wicked plot to set up my own
governess as a pretender, but there's a very short way of settling
_that_! I shall send for the Marshal"--and she made a movement towards a
handbell of exquisitely engraved crystal with a sapphire tongue. "I
shall tell him what you have dared to say, and have you and that
wretched girl arrested as traitors!"
The Fairy shook with mingled fury and fear, for she saw too late that
she had made a wrong move. "Before you do that, listen to me," she said.
"All I have said is true, and you know it is true, but it was you who
forced me to say it, and I am willing to be silent so long as you permit
me to convey Lady Daphne to Clairdelune. As she has no suspicion of her
claims to the throne, you need have no fear that she will assert them."
"I can't trust either of you--you are much too dangerous," said the
Queen, and she rang the bell.
"You had better take my warning," said the Fairy, her wrinkled mouth
working with passion. "Old as I am, I have some powers left that you
little suspect. Scarce an hour ago I changed myself into a pool and Lady
Daphne into a cypress" (she naturally omitted to add how narrowly they
had escaped having to remain so indefinitely), "and by aid of the same
spell I could transform you to a shape which--which you will discover
after I have caused you to assume it. And it is a shape that you will
not _like_!"
"Pooh!" said the Queen, on whom the re-integration of the under-gardener
into Mirliflor seemed to have left little impression. "Either you're
trying to frighten me or you're crazy. Whichever it is, you ought to be
put under restraint--and I shall see to it that you are!"
"After that I'll do what I threatened!" snarled the Court Godmother. "It
may kill me--but I don't care--I'll do it!" And she mouthed words of
mystic sound and import, though her jaw trembled so violently that she
could scarcely pronounce them. "Now," she concluded, pointing her crutch
at the Queen's breast, "become--become a----!"
But what the Queen was to become never transpired, for before the
infuriated Fairy could manage to name it her features suddenly became
contorted, the stick fell from her hand, and she sank down in a heap
just as the attendants entered in answer to the Royal summons.
"I'm afraid," said Queen Selina, "that the Court Godmother has fainted.
I daresay it's nothing serious, still one of you had better bring the
Royal Apothecary at once. Be careful to keep it from the Court, as I
wish to avoid unnecessary alarm." The others endeavoured to restore the
afflicted Fairy, but, though still alive, she was in some kind of
cataleptic condition which was beyond the ordinary remedies. The Court
Apothecary arrived and applied blisters without result, and finally gave
it as his opinion that, while she might survive for some time, she would
in all probability never speak again.
So Queen Selina ordered her to be removed to her apartments, and the
fact that she was indisposed to be suppressed for the present, after
which she left her Cabinet, feeling that Providence had been more than
usually judicious. Her next step was to send for the Marshal and
instruct him to remove Daphne from the Pavilion to a chamber in one of
the Palace towers, where she was to remain a prisoner under his
guardianship. "It's only for a short time, Marshal," she said. "And of
course you will see that Miss Heritage is made thoroughly comfortable."
And then, the ground having been thus cleared, she returned to the
Throne Room. "Just a moment or two, my dear Mirliflor," she said
suavely, "if Edna can spare you," and she drew him aside. "Well," she
began, "I've been telling the dear old Court Godmother the difficulty I
am in. You see, I would willingly recognise this engagement of
yours--whatever I may _think_ about it--if I only _could_. But really,
you know, I can't _possibly_ allow you to take Miss Heritage away until
I am satisfied that your dear Father approves of her as a
daughter-in-law. As her employer I feel responsible for the poor girl.
And, besides, he _might_ think I had _encouraged_ this match, and I
can't afford to put myself in such a false position as _that_!"
"But," he objected, "my Godmother is going with us to Clairdelune, and
she will explain all."
"She has altered her plans," said the Queen, who was developing a quite
unsuspected talent for diplomacy. "To tell you the truth, I fancy she is
getting a little nervous about how King Tournesol may take what she has
done. She feels--as I am afraid _I_ do--that it is wiser to keep dear
Miss Heritage here under her own care till you have broken the news to
your Father and obtained his consent."
"My Father is certain to consent," said the Prince, "and if he did
not----"
"Oh, quite so--quite so--but both your Godmother and I consider that we
ought to wait till he _does_ consent. Of course, if you can bring us a
letter from him stating that he approves, all will be well. I'm sure you
must quite understand that that is really as far as I _can_ go under the
circumstances. And, if you start at once, you will be back here again in
a very few days, bringing, I hope, a favourable answer. We shall be most
pleased to lend you any horse you like in the Royal Stables."
She was so plausible that poor Mirliflor, who, like most Fairy princes,
was not very deeply versed in feminine wiles, was quite taken in. He
thought her lacking in distinction for a Queen, but well meaning. And it
was so like his Godmother to impose one more test on him.
"I will set forth, then," he said, "as soon as I have seen my Daphne and
assured her of my speedy return."
"I'm afraid, my dear Mirliflor," said Queen Selina, "I'm _afraid_ you
can't see her before you go."
"And why not?" he asked.
"Well, you see, the dear Court Godmother--mistakenly, _I_ think--has
told her what a great person you really are, and Miss Heritage feels
that she has not the right to see you again unless and until she can
hear that she will be welcomed at your Father's Court. I said all I
could to show her that she need not be so over scrupulous as that, but
she is such an extremely sensitive girl, and feels her social
inferiority so acutely that nothing would persuade her to alter her
resolution. You will only be distressing her by attempting it."
He pleaded and argued as long as he could, but eventually he was
convinced that it was in vain. And so, as he knew that Daphne would be
safe under the Fairy's protection, he took his leave, and, choosing the
best horse in the Royal stud, set out on his journey to Clairdelune. By
so doing, he was only--little as he suspected it--giving his hostess
time to consider how she could best deal with the girl who, she no
longer doubted, was the rightful possessor of the throne. But then Miss
Heritage was not aware of her birthright, which seemed to suggest more
than one way of coping with the situation.
After Queen Selina and her Royal Consort, with the Crown Prince and the
Princess Edna and Ruby, had waved their last adieus to the departing
Mirliflor, the Marshal approached Clarence. "Allow me, Sire," he said,
"to restore this jewel, which was picked up close to the spot where your
Royal Highness's steed became so suddenly and unaccountably
unmanageable."
Clarence reddened--for there was a covert sneer in the ex-Regent's tone
which he did not like, while he was angrily conscious that it was quite
undeserved. "Oh thanks, Marshal," he said as he took the pendant. "I
say, Mater, no wonder the bally thing slipped down--the clasp's worn
out. Whoever you bought it from ought to have put it in proper repair
before he sold it. Pity you can't send it back and make him mend it!"
"Do I understand," inquired the Marshal of the Queen, "that your Majesty
_bought_ this pendant?"
"Certainly not," replied the Queen, flushing in her turn. "You're
mistaken, Clarence--it--it has been in the family for years!"
"You're mixing it up with something else, Mater," he said. "Don't you
remember? You wore it for the first time that evening the Baron came to
fetch us. And you told us you'd bought it out of old Uncle Wibberley's
legacy. I'm _sure_ I'm right!"
"That was a different ornament altogether," said his mother; "but it's
not worth discussing." Accordingly the subject was dropped, for the
time, at all events, though the Marshal did not forget it. His was not a
brilliant intellect--brilliant intellects being rare in Märchenland--but
he had the faculty of putting two and two together, and inferring that
the total was more likely to be about four than any other number. The
Astrologer Royal had predicted that the Queen would be discovered in a
certain spot in England, and would be identified by being the possessor
of Prince Chrysopras's jewel. But the Marshal was now satisfied that she
was the possessor by purchase only. The original owner--if Xuriel had
read the stars correctly--was in the same locality. Was it not possible
that Lady Daphne might be that owner? If so, it would explain the
Queen's motive for placing her under arrest. Marshal Federhelm resolved
to play a bold stroke. When in the course of his office he had next to
visit his prisoner, whom he made a point of treating with all courtesy,
she begged him to tell her what fresh offence she had given that she
should have been condemned to solitary imprisonment.
"I know but this," said the Marshal, "her Majesty is displeased at
finding that a certain jewel she purchased from you is of less value
than she had been led to believe."
"But, Marshal!" protested poor Daphne, naturally imagining that the
Queen had been complaining to him of the transaction, "surely it's worth
at _least_ thirty pounds! If it isn't, I'd willingly take it back and
return the money. Only I can't--because I used it all to pay my bill.
But I always thought that pendant was valuable, and, as it belonged to
my father, I would never have sold it at all if I hadn't been obliged.
What do you think I ought to do?"
"You can do nothing, Lady Daphne," he replied, "save trust that her
Majesty's anger will pass away. For whatever price she may have paid for
such a jewel, it is assuredly of far greater value than she is pleased
to assert."
"I'm _so_ glad to hear you say that!" said Daphne. "It would be hateful
to think I had cheated her Majesty--even though I never meant to."
That was all that passed between them--but the Marshal had learnt all
that he wanted to know, though he made no immediate use of his
knowledge. It was enough for him to feel that he had a card which he
might play to his own advantage when the opportunity came. The Court
Godmother was now generally known to be _hors de combat_, and as for the
old Baron, he could be left for the present in ignorance of his blunder.
Queen Selina meanwhile had already formed her plans. She was not a
positively wicked woman, and even still thought herself irreproachable.
If she had managed to separate Mirliflor and Daphne by some hard
fibbing, it was only what her duty as a Queen and as a Mother demanded
of her. She had never liked this Miss Heritage, and firmly believed that
Daphne had alienated Mirliflor's affection from Edna to herself. And
now, it seemed, she was the lawful Queen of the country, and Queen
Selina had grown too habituated to power and grandeur to give them up to
this inexperienced girl. Her first idea had been to carry out her
original intention and have Daphne sent home to England without further
delay. But this, she began to see, would expose her to considerable
criticism at Court, and it occurred to her that there might be a simpler
and more satisfactory way out of her difficulties.
So, full of her latest project, she went in search of Clarence, whom she
found lounging with a very moody and disconsolate air in one of the
balconies. Clarence was in low spirits just then, and not without
reason. He had entirely lost his nerve for horsemanship, as his mounts
had become as refractory as ever; he could not help perceiving that the
courtiers had lost all respect for him, and received his overtures with
hardly veiled impertinence; and, besides all this, there was another
matter that had been weighing on his mind for some time past.
"Why, Clarence, dear boy," she began, "what are you keeping away from
everybody like this for?"
"I wasn't 'keeping away' that I know of," he said. "There are times when
a fellow's glad to get a quiet moment to himself, that's all."
"Perhaps," she said, "I know the _real_ reason why you've been so mopy
lately."
"What do you mean, Mater?" he asked. "You haven't----?"
"My dear Clarence, do you think I can't see that you've never got over
your fondness for little Miss Heritage? I can't bear to see you looking
so unhappy, and I've come to think that I may have been wrong in keeping
her out of your way. So--and this is what I came to tell you--if you
feel that she is necessary to your happiness, I shall not oppose you any
longer--and I will see that your father doesn't."
"I wish you'd said so before, Mater!" he replied. "The Governor's been
at me to propose to old Goldenenbergenland's daughter, but I had to tell
him I couldn't take it on."
"Of course not, dear, I'm told she's hideous. While Miss Heritage, at
all events----"
"But she's engaged to Mirliflor! Lucky chap he is to get her, too. _I_
might have once, perhaps--if I'd had the pluck!"
"You may get her _still_, dear boy," said his fond Mother. "You see, she
doesn't know who Mirliflor _is_ yet--she thinks he's a student or
something, pretending to be a gardener. Well, she's much too clever a
little person not to get out of such an engagement as that if she knew
she could be the Crown Princess." Which was no more than Queen Selina
actually believed. "Trust me, Clarence," she concluded, "you've only to
ask."
"I dare say you're right, Mater," he said, "only the worst of it is I'm
not _free_ to ask her."
"Not free? What do you mean?"
"I didn't like to tell you before," he said, "but--well, I--I've gone
and got engaged to someone else."
"Engaged! Who to?" demanded the Queen, in her own English. "If it's
anyone in my Court----!"
"It's no one _you_ know, Mater. But she's all _right_, you know. At
least, she's a King's daughter of sorts. Her Father's King of the
Crystal Lake."
"The Crystal Lake!" cried Queen Selina. "You--you wretched boy! Don't
tell me you're engaged to--to a _Water-nixie_!"
"Well, I suppose that's what it _amounts_ to," he said. "I never
_wanted_ to be. I met her when I was fishing there. She came up out of
the water, and we got talking and that, and I told her who I was. And
after that, whenever I got to the lake, she was always popping up. I
thought she was rather a jolly sort of girl if she _was_ a trifle on the
damp side, and it amused me to talk to her, but I never said a word to
her that could--till her old Dad suddenly turned up and insisted on our
being regularly engaged."
"And you gave way? Oh, Clarence, how _could_ you be so weak?"
"I told him I'd see him blowed before I said yes, and he pulled me in
and threatened to hold my head under water till I promised," said
Clarence. "I didn't see any point in being drowned--and so--and so,
sooner than have a row about it, I _did_ say yes. What else _could_ I
say?"
"Well," said the Queen, "no engagement made under such circumstances can
be binding, and you must break it off at once. Go and tell him that
your Father and I refuse to hear of your engagement."
"It'll make him most awful ratty if I do," objected Clarence.
"What if it does? Clarence, you _must_ get free. I'm extremely anxious
that you should marry Miss Heritage before Mirliflor returns (if he
_does_ return) for her. It's most important, for your Sister's sake.
Because, when he finds himself forsaken, he is sure to turn to Edna
again. _Now_ do you see?"
"I see," he replied lugubriously, "and I don't mind going to the Lake
and trying to get the old boy to let me off--but I bet you he won't."
"Don't ask him anything. Simply inform him that your parents decline to
allow such a match, and refer him to _us_."
"Perhaps that _would_ be the neatest way out of it," he agreed. "Yes,
I'll just tell him _that_--from a safe distance--and he can do what he
jolly well pleases. But it won't be a pleasant job. What?"
It was some miles to the Crystal Lake, but he went on foot without any
member of his suite in attendance, and in a plain cloak and slouched
hat, which prevented him from being recognised as he passed through the
streets of the Capital.
During his absence his Mother was engaged in long and anxious
consultation with the King and Edna. "I'm surprised at Clarence," King
Sidney had observed, "thought he knew his way about too well to be drawn
into an entanglement of this kind!"
"He never would have been," said his mother, "if he hadn't had to choose
between that and being held under water. And you can trust Clarence to
make it clear that he would not be allowed to keep such a promise, even
if he wanted to."
"If he marries any one," said the King, "it ought to be this Princess of
Goldenenbergenland--he'll get money with _her_, and we want some rather
badly."
"Pardon me, Sidney," said the Queen, "but I intend him to marry Miss
Heritage."
"Mother!" exclaimed Edna, "Miss Heritage! What _can_ you be thinking
of?"
"I know what I am doing, my love. The poor boy is devoted to her and
always has been, and, in short, I've decided that he shall have his way.
It will be to your advantage that he should."
On reflection Edna saw this. Mirliflor might feel mortified for a time,
but there was at least a chance of catching him on the rebound.
When Clarence returned later his entrance was hailed with an
interrogatory "Well?" from his family. "Well," he replied, "I
interviewed the old King. Told him you couldn't stick my marrying his
daughter. He took it very quietly--better than I expected. All he said
was that, if you would come to the big fountain in the Palace gardens
(it's supplied from the Crystal lake, you know) at sunset, he'd be there
and let you know his terms."
"Wants to blackmail us, does he?" said the King. "He won't get a
farthing out of _me_!"
"It is like his impudence," added the Queen. "Still, it may be as well
to see him."
And just before the sun's final disappearance, the four stood on the
margin of a small artificial lake, from the centre of which a great
column of water shot up to a colossal height against the crimson and
orange sky.
"He doesn't seem to have kept his appointment," said the King. "Thought
better of it, hey?" As he spoke, the tall column sank and resolved
itself into a solid grey-green figure of little above the average
stature, a long-bearded elderly personage in a flowing mantle which only
partially covered his suit of glittering iridescent scales.
"There _is_ the old blighter!" whispered Clarence. "This is my Father
and Mother, Sir," he added aloud, "and anything you've got to propose
must be settled with _them_."
"O King and Queen of Märchenland!" said the Lake King, in a voice like
the roar of a cataract, "is it true that ye consider a daughter of mine
unworthy to wed your son?"
"Without entering into personalities," replied King Sidney, "which are
better avoided at all times, I may say that an alliance with a family
whose nature is so--er--amphibious could not be seriously entertained by
any civilised monarch."
"It would be _too_ grotesque!" said Queen Selina, "even in a country
like _this_!"
"I have set my heart on becoming the Father-in-law of a Prince of the
Royal blood," said the Lake King, "and I will not be denied."
"Now--now--now," protested King Sidney, "what _is_ the good of taking
that tone? If we were in England I should say this was a matter that
could be settled in few minutes by our respective solicitors. As it is,
you had better tell us how much you'll take to compromise it. I don't
admit that your daughter has suffered any material damage--still, if
you're reasonable in your ideas of compensation, you'll find us disposed
to meet you--as far as we can, you know, as far as we _can_," he added
hastily, as he remembered his shrunken gold sacks.
"My terms are these," the Lake King answered. "Unless the betrothal of
Prince Clarence to my daughter Forelle be proclaimed throughout the City
before nightfall, the waters of the Crystal Lake shall overflow and
submerge the whole land to the tops of the highest houses. It is for ye
to choose."
"That would be an outrageous thing to do, if you could do it," said the
Queen, "but you know very well you can't!"
"Can I not?" retorted the Lake King. "Behold if I have boasted vainly or
not!" And he waved his sceptre, which was surmounted by a crystal fish.
Instantly the artificial lake came pouring over its marble border, and
the Royal Family were ankle-deep in water. "It's no good!" said King
Sidney, as the flood spread and threatened to rise higher still, "we've
_got_ to give in."
"Nothing but the safety of our poor subjects would make me consent,"
declared the Queen, "but as it is, I must. Stop this horrid flood, and
we'll agree to everything!"
The water flowed back into the basin at a motion of the Lake King's
sceptre. "It is agreed, then," he said, smiling for the first time,
"that the betrothal is to be proclaimed before nightfall, and that the
nuptials shall take place within eight days?"
"Oh, very well," said Queen Selina pettishly, "I can't think your
daughter will ever settle down or be really _happy_ with us--but that is
_her_ affair, and--and I will try my _best_ to be a Mother to her."
"It is enough," said the King of the Crystal Lake, "I have your word.
Should ye retract now, what follows will be upon your own heads!" And,
with these parting words, he merged into a column of water which towered
up as before, its spray falling like fine bronze dust against the now
purple sky.
"I don't much think I shall ever get on with _him_," was all Clarence
could find to say, as they walked back with wet feet. "But
Forelle--well, she really isn't at all bad-looking--in her way."
"Has she got the same coloured hair as her father?" inquired Edna.
"It's green," he confessed, "but a much prettier _shade_ of green--_Eau
de nil_, I should call it."
"And I suppose all the furniture will have to be covered in oilskin?"
went on Edna. "One of the delights of having a Nixie for a
sister-in-law."
"_You_ needn't talk!" he said angrily. "You came jolly near giving me a
bally ogre for a brother-in-law--what?"
"There is just this difference, Clarence," replied his sister, "_I_ was
able to break it off--which you are _not_."
"Well, if I'm not, it's not my fault, so you needn't nag," he said
savagely, for the thought that all hope of Daphne was now irretrievably
lost had just begun to gall him.
"We shall all have to change our shoes when we get in," was her answer.
"And it is lucky if we escape a bad cold in the head. But I dare say,"
she added sweetly, "that when dear Forelle is one of us we shall _soon_
grow inured to damp."
"What _I'm_ thinking of," said the King sombrely, "is how the Court and
the populace will take this business. It's to be hoped that the Lake
King is--er--_liked_ in these parts."
"Who could _help_ loving him?" jeered Edna. "No doubt the wedding will
excite the greatest enthusiasm--especially if the bride goes through the
ceremony in a tank!"
"Oh, shut _up_, can't you!" cried the worried Clarence. "Don't make it
out more rotten than it is!"
Queen Selina was too occupied with her own reflections to interfere. Her
plan for securing the succession to the throne by a union between
Clarence and Daphne was clearly no longer practicable. She had been
anxious to treat the girl with consideration, and even indulgence--but
events had made this impossible. It was absolutely necessary now to get
Miss Heritage safely out of the way as soon as it could be managed. "I
must speak to the Marshal about it," she was thinking, "and have her
sent back to England in that stork-car. The poor dear Court Godmother is
much too ill to be consulted just now. I have just _that_ much to be
truly thankful for!"