THE TESTING OF BALDOS
A few hours later, all was dark and silent within the castle. On the
stone walks below, the steady tread of sentinels rose on the still air;
in the hallways the trusted guardsmen glided about like spectres or
stood like statues. An hour before the great edifice had been bright and
full of animation; now it slumbered.
It was two o'clock. The breath of roses scented the air, the gurgle of
fountains was the only music that touched the ear. Beverly Calhoun,
dismissing Aunt Fanny, stepped from her window out upon the great stone
balcony. A rich oriental dressing-gown, loose and comfortable, was her
costume. Something told her that sleep would be a long time coming, and
an hour in the warm, delightful atmosphere of the night was more
attractive than the close, sleepless silence of her own room. Every
window along the balcony was dark, proving that the entire household had
retired to rest.
She was troubled. The fear had entered her head that the castle folk
were regretting the advent of Baldos, that everyone was questioning the
wisdom of his being in the position he occupied through her devices. Her
talk with him did much to upset her tranquillity. That he knew so much
of the fortress bore out the subtle suspicions of Dangloss and perhaps
others. She was troubled, not that she doubted him, but that if anything
went wrong an accusation against him, however unjust, would be difficult
to overcome. And she would be to blame, in a large degree.
For many minutes she sat in the dark shadow of a great pillar, her
elbows upon the cool balustrade, staring dreamily into the star-studded
vault above. Far away in the air she could see the tiny yellow lights of
the monastery, lonely sentinel on the mountain top. From the heights
near that abode of peace and penitence an enemy could destroy the
fortress to the south. Had not Baldos told her so? One big gun would do
the work if it could be taken to that altitude. Baldos could draw a
perfect map of the fortress. He could tell precisely where the shells
should fall. And already the chief men in Edelweiss were wondering who
he was and to what end he might utilize his knowledge. They were
watching him, they were warning her.
For the first time since she came to the castle, she felt a sense of
loneliness, a certain unhappiness. She could not shake off the feeling
that she was, after all, alone in her belief in Baldos. Her heart told
her that the tall, straightforward fellow she had met in the hills was
as honest as the day. She was deceiving him, she realized, but he was
misleading no one. Off in a distant part of the castle ground she could
see the long square shadow that marked the location of the barracks and
messroom. There he was sleeping, confidently believing in her and her
power to save him from all harm. Something in her soul cried out to him
that she would be staunch and true, and that he might sleep without a
tremor of apprehensiveness.
Suddenly she smiled nervously and drew back into the shadow of the
pillar. It occurred to her that he might be looking across the moon-lit
park, looking directly at her through all that shadowy distance. She was
conscious of a strange glow in her cheeks and a quickening of the blood
as she pulled the folds of her gown across her bare throat.
"Not the moon, nor the stars, nor the light in St. Valentine's, but the
black thing away off there on the earth," said a soft voice behind her,
and Beverly started as if the supernatural had approached her. She
turned to face the princess, who stood almost at her side.
"Yetive! How did you get here?"
"That is what you are looking at, dear," went on Yetive, as if
completing her charge. "Why are you not in bed?"
"And you? I thought you were sound asleep long ago," murmured Beverly,
abominating the guilty feeling that came over her. The princess threw
her arm about Beverly's shoulder.
"I have been watching you for half an hour," she said gently. "Can't two
look at the moon and stars as well as one? Isn't it my grim old castle?
Let us sit here together, dear, and dream awhile."
"You dear Yetive," and Beverly drew her down beside her on the
cushions. "But, listen: I want you to get something out of your head. I
was _not_ looking at anything in particular."
"Beverly, I believe you were thinking of Baldos," said the other, her
fingers straying fondly across the girl's soft hair.
"Ridiculous!" said Beverly, conscious for the first time that he was
seldom out of her thoughts. The realization came like a blow, and her
eyes grew very wide out there in the darkness.
"And you are troubled on his account. I know it, dear. You--"
"Well, Yetive, why shouldn't I be worried? I brought him here against
his will," protested Beverly. "If anything should happen to him--" she
shuddered involuntarily.
"Don't be afraid, Beverly. I have as much confidence in him as you
have. His eyes are true. Grenfall believes in him, too, and so does
Mr. Anguish. Gren says he would swear by him, no matter who he is."
"But the others?" Beverly whispered.
"Baron Dangloss is his friend, and so is Quinnox. They know a
_man_. The count is different."
"I loathe that old wretch!"
"Hush! He has not wronged you in any way."
"But he _has_ been unfair and mean to Baldos."
"It is a soldier's lot, my dear."
"But he may be Prince Dantan or Frederic or the other one, don't you
know," argued Beverly, clenching her hands firmly.
"In that event, he would be an honorable soldier, and we have nothing to
fear in him. Neither of them is our enemy. It is the possibility that he
is not one of them that makes his presence here look dangerous."
"I don't want to talk about him," said Beverly, but she was disappointed
when the princess obligingly changed the subject.
Baldos was not surprised, scarcely more than interested, when a day or
two later, he was summoned to appear before the board of strategy. If
anyone had told him, however, that on a recent night a pair of dreamy
gray eyes had tried to find his window in the great black shadow, he
might have jumped in amazement and--delight. For at that very hour he
was looking off toward the castle, and his thoughts were of the girl who
drew back into the shadow of the pillar.
The Graustark ministry had received news from the southern
frontier. Messengers came in with the alarming and significant report
that Dawsbergen was strengthening her fortifications in the passes and
moving war supplies northward. It meant that Gabriel and his people
expected a fight and were preparing for it. Count Halfont hastily called
the ministers together, and Lorry and the princess took part in their
deliberations. General Marlanx represented the army; and it was he who
finally asked to have Baldos brought before the council. The Iron Count
plainly intimated that the new guard was in a position to transmit
valuable information to the enemy. Colonel Quinnox sent for him, and
Baldos was soon standing in the presence of Yetive and her advisers. He
looked about him with a singular smile. The one whom he was supposed to
regard as the princess was not in the council chamber. Lorry opened the
examination at the request of Count Halfont, the premier. Baldos quietly
answered the questions concerning his present position, his age, his
term of enlistment, and his interpretations of the obligations required
of him.
"Ask him who he really is," suggested the Iron Count sarcastically.
"We can expect but one answer to that question," said Lorry, "and that
is the one which he chooses to give."
"My name is Baldos--Paul Baldos," said the guard, but he said it in such
a way that no one could mistake his appreciation of the fact that he
could give one name as well as another and still serve his own purposes.
"That is lie number one," observed Marlanx loudly. Every eye was turned
upon Baldos, but his face did not lose its half-mocking expression of
serenity.
"Proceed with the examination, Mr. Lorry" said Count Halfont,
interpreting a quick glance from Yetive.
"Are you willing to answer any and all questions we may ask in
connection with your observations since you became a member of the
castle guard?" asked Lorry.
"I am."
"Did you take especial care to study the interior of the fortress when
you were there several days ago?"
"I did."
"Have you discussed your observations with anyone since that time?"
"I have."
"With whom?"
"With her highness, the princess," said Baldos, without a quiver. There
was a moment's silence, and furtive looks were cast in the direction of
Yetive, whose face was a study. Almost instantaneously the entire body
of listeners understood that he referred to Beverly Calhoun. Baldos felt
that he had been summoned before the board at the instigation of his
fair protectress.
"And your impressions have gone no further?"
"They have not, sir. It was most confidential."
"Could you accurately reproduce the plans of the fortress?"
"I think so. It would be very simple."
"Have you studied engineering?"
"Yes."
"And you could scientifically enumerate the defects in the construction
of the fort?"
"It would not be very difficult, sir."
"It has come to our ears that you consider the fortress weak in several
particulars. Have you so stated at any time?"
"I told the princess that the fortress is deplorably weak. In fact, I
think I mentioned that it could be taken with ease." He was not looking
at Count Marlanx, but he knew that the old man's eyes were flaming.
Then he proceeded to tell the board how he could overcome the fortress,
elaborating on his remarks to Beverly. The ministers listened in wonder
to the words of this calm, indifferent young man.
"Will you oblige us by making a rough draft of the fort's interior?"
asked Lorry, after a solemn pause. Baldos took the paper and in
remarkably quick time drew the exact lay of the fortress. The sketch
went the rounds and apprehensive looks were exchanged by the ministers.
"It is accurate, by Jove," exclaimed Lorry. "I doubt if a dweller in the
fort could do better. You must have been very observing."
"And very much interested," snarled Marlanx.
"Only so far as I imagined my observations might be of benefit to
someone else," said Baldos coolly. Again the silence was like death.
"Do you know what you are saying, Baldos?" asked Lorry, after a moment.
"Certainly, Mr. Lorry. It is the duty of any servant of her highness to
give her all that he has in him. If my observations can be of help to
her, I feel in duty bound to make the best of them for her sake, not for
my own."
"Perhaps you can suggest modifications in the fort," snarled
Marlanx. "Why don't you do it, sir, and let us have the benefit of your
superior intelligence? No, gentlemen, all this prating of loyalty need
not deceive us," he cried, springing to his feet. "The fellow is nothing
more nor less than an infernal spy--and the Tower is the place for him!
He can do no harm there."
"If it were my intention to do harm, gentlemen, do you imagine that I
should withhold my information for days?" asked Baldos. "If I am a spy,
you may rest assured that Count Marlanx's kindnesses should not have
been so long disregarded. A spy does not believe in delays."
"My--my kindnesses?" cried Marlanx. "What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean this. Count Marlanx," said Baldos, looking steadily into the
eyes of the head of the army. "It was kind and considerate of you to
admit me to the fortress--no matter in what capacity, especially at a
critical time like this. You did not know me, you had no way of telling
whether my intentions were honest or otherwise, and yet I was permitted
to go through the fort from end to end. No spy could wish for greater
generosity than that."
An almost imperceptible smile went round the table, and every listener
but one breathed more freely. The candor and boldness of the guard won
the respect and confidence of all except Marlanx. The Iron Count was
white with anger. He took the examination out of Lorry's hands, and
plied the stranger with insulting questions, each calm answer making him
more furious than before. At last, in sheer impotence, he relapsed into
silence, waving his hand to Lorry to indicate that he might resume.
"You will understand, Baldos, that we have some cause for apprehension,"
said Lorry, immensely gratified by the outcome of the tilt. "You are a
stranger; and, whether you admit it or not, there is reason to believe
that you are not what you represent yourself to be."
"I am a humble guard at present, sir, and a loyal one. My life is yours
should I prove otherwise."
Yetive whispered something in Lorry's ear at this juncture. She was
visibly pleased and excited. He looked doubtful for an instant, and then
apparently followed her suggestion, regardless of consequences.
"Would you be willing to utilize your knowledge as an engineer by
suggesting means to strengthen the fortress?" The others stared in fresh
amazement. Marlanx went as white as death.
"Never!" he blurted out hoarsely.
"I will do anything the princess commands me to do," said Baldos easily.
"You mean that you serve her only?"
"I serve her first, sir. If she were here she could command me to die,
and there would be an end to Baldos," and he smiled as he said it. The
real princess looked at him with a new, eager expression, as if
something had just become clear to her. There was a chorus of coughs and
a round of sly looks.
"She could hardly ask you to die," said Yetive, addressing him for the
first time.
"A princess is like April weather, madam," said Baldos, with rare humor,
and the laugh was general, Yetive resolved to talk privately with this
excellent wit before the hour was over. She was confident that he knew
her to be the princess.
"I would like to ask the fellow another question," said Marlanx,
fingering his sword-hilt nervously. "You say you serve the princess. Do
you mean by that that you imagine your duties as a soldier to comprise
dancing polite attendance within the security of these walls?"
"I believe I enlisted as a member of the castle guard, sir. The duty of
the guard is to protect the person of the ruler of Graustark, and to do
that to the death."
"It is my belief that you are a spy. You can show evidence of good faith
by enlisting to _fight_ against Dawsbergen and by shooting to
kill," said the count, with a sinister gleam in his eye.
"And if I decline to serve in any other capacity than the one I now--"
"Then I shall brand you as a spy and a coward."
"You have already called me a spy, your excellency. It will not make it
true, let me add, if you call me a coward. I refuse to take up arms
against either Dawsbergen or Axphain."
The remark created a profound sensation.
"Then you are employed by both instead of one!" shouted the Iron Count
gleefully.
"I am employed as a guard for her royal highness," said Baldos, with a
square glance at Yetive, "and not as a fighter in the ranks. I will
fight till death for her, but not for Graustark."