The Madness of Lord Harry Culverhouse.
"Seeing that my father Henry is dead, and that I am King; seeing also
that I am no longer a bachelor, but a married man"--and here he bowed to
Margaret of Tuscany, his newly wedded wife; "and seeing that Osra's
turned twenty years of age--why, we are all to be sober folk at Strelsau
from this day forward, and we are to play no more pranks. Here's a
pledge to it!"
And having said this, King Rudolf III. took a deep draught of wine.
At this moment the ushers announced that the Lord Harry Culverhouse had
come to take his leave of their Majesties and of the Princess. This
gentleman had accompanied the Embassy that came from England to
congratulate the King on his marriage, and he had stayed some months in
Strelsau, very eagerly acceding to the King's invitation to prolong his
visit. For such were his folly and headstrong passion, that he had
fallen most desperately in love with the fair face of Princess Osra, and
could not endure to live out of her presence. Yet now he came to bid
farewell, and when he was ushered in, Rudolf received him with much
graciousness, and made him a present of his own miniature set in
diamonds, while the Queen gave him her miniature set in the lid of a
golden casket. In return, Lord Harry prayed the King to accept a
richly-mounted sword, and the Queen an ivory fan, painted by the
greatest artist of France and bearing her cipher in jewels. Then he came
to Princess Osra, and she, having bidden him farewell, said:
"I am a poor maid, my lord, and I can give no great gift, but take this
pin from my hair and keep it for my sake."
And she drew out a golden pin from her hair, a long and sharp pin,
bearing for its head her cipher in brilliants, and she gave it to him,
smiling.
But he, bowing low and then falling on his knee, offered her a box of
red morocco leather, and when she opened it she saw a necklace of rubies
of great splendour. The Princess flushed red, seeing that the gift was
most costly. And she would fain have refused it, and held it out again
to Lord Harry. But he turned swiftly away, and, bowing once more,
withdrew. Then the Princess said to her brother, "It is too costly."
The King, seeing how splendid the gift was, frowned a little, and then
said:
"He must be a man of very great wealth. They are rich in England. I am
sorry the gift is so great, but we cannot refuse it without wounding his
honour."
So the Princess set the ruby necklace with her other jewels, and thought
for a day or two that Lord Harry was no wiser than other men, and then
forgot him.
Now Lord Harry Culverhouse, on leaving the King's presence, had mounted
his horse, which was a fine charger and splendidly equipped, and ridden
alone out of Strelsau; for he had dismissed all his servants and
despatched them with suitable gratuities to their own country. He rode
through the afternoon, and in the evening he reached a village fifteen
miles away; here he stopped at a cottage, and an old man came out and
escorted him in. A bundle lay on the table in the little parlour of the
cottage.
"Here are the clothes, my lord," said the old man, laying his hand on
the bundle.
"And here are mine," answered Lord Harry. "And the horse stands ready
for you." With this he began to pull off the fine clothes in which he
had had audience of the King, and he opened the bundle and put on the
old and plain suit which it contained. Then he held out his hand to the
old man, saying, "Give me the five crowns, Solomon, and our bargain is
complete."
Then Solomon the Jew gave him five crowns and bade him farewell, and he
placed the crowns in his purse and walked out of the cottage, possessing
nothing in the world saving his old clothes, five crowns, and the golden
pin that had fastened the ruddy hair of Princess Osra. For everything
else that he had possessed, his lands and houses in England, his horses
and carriages, his money, his clothes, and all that was his, he had
bartered with Solomon the Jew, in order that he might buy the ruby
necklace which he had given to Princess Osra. Such was the strange
madness wrought in him by her face.
It was now late evening, and he walked to and fro all night. In the
morning he went to the shop of a barber and, in return for one of his
crowns, the barber cropped his long curls short and shaved off his
moustaches, and gave him a dye with which he stained his complexion to a
darker tint; and he made his face dirty, and soiled his hands and
roughened the skin of them by chafing them on some flints which lay by
the roadside. Then, changing a second crown, he bought a loaf of bread,
and set off to trudge to Strelsau, for in Strelsau was Osra, and he
would not be anywhere else in the world. And when he had arrived there,
he went to a sergeant of the King's Guard, and prevailed on him by a
present of three crowns to enlist him as a trooper, and this the
sergeant, having found that Lord Harry could ride and knew how to use
his sword, agreed to do. Thus Lord Harry became a trooper in the Guard
of King Rudolf, having for all his possessions, save what the King's
stores afforded him, a few pence and the golden pin that had fastened
the hair of Princess Osra. But nobody knew him, except Solomon the Jew,
and he, having made a good profit, held his peace, both then and
afterwards.
Many a day Lord Harry mounted guard at the palace, and often he saw the
King, with the Queen, ride out and back; but they did not notice the
face of the trooper. Sometimes he saw the Princess also, but she did not
look at him, although he could not restrain himself from looking at her;
but since every man looked at her she had grown accustomed to being
gazed at and took no heed of it. But once she wore the ruby necklace,
and the breath of the trooper went quick and eager when he saw it on her
neck; and a sudden flush of colour spread over all his face, so that the
Princess, chancing to glance at him in passing, and seeing the colour
beneath and through the dye that stained him, was greatly astonished,
and she reined in her horse for an instant and looked very intently at
him; yet she rode on again in silence.
That evening there came to the quarters of the King's Guard a
waiting-woman, who asked to see the trooper who had mounted guard at the
west gate of the palace that day; and when he came the woman held out to
him a box of red morocco leather, saying, "It is for you."
But he answered, "It is not for me," and, turning away, left her. And
this happened on three evenings. Then, on the fourth day, it was again
his turn to mount guard at the palace; and when he had sat there on his
horse for an hour, the Princess Osra rode out from under the portico;
she rode alone and the ruby necklace was on her neck; and she said:
"I am going to ride outside the city by the river bank. Let a trooper
follow me some way behind." And she signed with her hand to Lord Harry,
and he rode after her through the streets, and out of the Western Gate;
and they turned along the bank of the river. When they had gone three or
four miles from the city, Osra halted, and beckoned to Lord Harry to
approach her; and he came. But when she was about to speak to him and
tell him that she knew him, a sudden new madness came on him; he seized
her bridle, and dug his spurs deep into his horse's flanks, and the
horse bounded forward at a gallop. In alarm the Princess cried out, but
he did not heed her. Along the bank they galloped: and when they met any
one, which happened seldom (for the place was remote, and it was now
evening), he bade her cover her face, and she obeyed, twisting her lace
handkerchief about her face. Thus they rode till they came at nightfall
to a bluff of rock high above the stream. Here Lord Harry suddenly
checked the horses, flung himself from his saddle, and bade the Princess
dismount. She obeyed, and stood facing him, pale with fear and
apprehension, but wearing a proud and scornful air. And he cried:
"Is it not well you should die? For you live but to madden men and drive
them to sin and folly."
"Nay," said she, "to men of good heart beauty leads to goodness. From
yourself come the sin and folly, my lord;" and she laid hold of the ruby
necklace and broke the clasp of it, and flung it on the ground before
him. He took no heed of it, but seized her hand, and drew her to the
edge of the bluff, saying:
"The world will be safer if I fling you down."
Then she looked in his face, and a sudden pity entered into her heart,
and she said very gently:
"Sit down, my lord, and let me put my hands on your brow, for I think
you are in a fever."
He sat down, all trembling and shaking like a man with ague, and she
stripped off her gauntlets, and took his forehead between her hands; and
he lay there quiet with his head between her hands. Presently his eyes
closed, and he slept. But Osra did not know what to do, for darkness had
fallen, and she dared not leave him alone there by the river. So she sat
where she was, and in an hour, the night being fine and not cold, she
grew weary; her hands fell away from his brow, and she sank back on the
green turf, pillowing her head on a curved arm, and there she slept with
the mad lord by her and the ruby necklace lying near them.
At midnight Lord Harry Culverhouse awoke, and saw Princess Osra sleeping
peacefully, with a smile on her lips such as decks a child's in sleep.
He rose and stood up on his feet, looking at her: and he heard nothing
but the sound of the horses cropping the grass a little way off. Then he
drew near her and gazed long on her face: and she opened her eyes and
saw him; she smiled at him, and she said:
"Even here I am guarded by one of the gentlemen who guard me in the
palace." And she closed her eyes again and turned to sleep.
A shiver ran through him. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands,
and, turning, walked swiftly up and down on the bluff by the side of the
river, while Osra slept.
Presently he fell on his knees beside her, beginning to murmur in a
rapid rush of words: but he did not now curse her beauty, but blessed
God for it, and blessed Him also for the preservation of his own honour.
Thus he spent the night till day was near: then he bent over Osra, and
looked once more on her: and he took up the ruby necklace and laid it
lightly about her neck. Feeling the touch of it, cool and wet from the
dew, she again opened her eyes, and, putting her knuckles in them, she
rubbed gently; and she gasped a gentle yawn, saying: "Heigho, I am
sleepy!" and sat up. And she said:
"Are you not sleepy, my lord?"
"I am on watch, madame," said Lord Harry Culverhouse.
As the Princess sat up, the ruby necklace fell from her neck into her
lap. Seeing it, she held it up to him, saying:
"Take it again, and go to your own home. I am sure you gave too great a
price for it."
He smiled, for she did not know how great the price was, and he asked:
"Must I, in my turn, give back the pin that fastened your hair?"
"No, keep the pin--it is worth nothing," she smiled. "Is it safe for me
to go to sleep a little longer?"
"Who would harm you, madame? Even I have not harmed you."
"You!" said she, with a little laugh. "You would not harm me."
And she lay down again and closed her eyes.
Then Lord Harry Culverhouse sat down on the ground, resting his chin on
his knees, and clasping his hands about his shins, and he cursed himself
bitterly not now because he meditated any harm to her--for his hot fury
was past, and he would have died before a hair of her head should be
hurt--but because of the evil that his wild and reckless madness had
brought upon her. For he knew that soon there would be a pursuit, and
that, if she and he were found there, it would become known who he was,
and her fame would suffer injurious rumours by reason of what he had
done. Therefore he made up his mind what he must next do, and he
abandoned all the dreams that had led him into the foolish adventure on
which he had embarked, and put from him the wickedness that had filled
his heart when first he carried her to the bluff over the river. He rose
on to his knees, and prayed that if his deed were a sin--for it seemed
to him to be a necessary thing--then that it might be forgiven, but
that, in any case, no hurt or harm should befall the Princess Osra by
reason of anything that he had done. Finally he commended his soul to
God. Then he took the ruby necklace in his hand and, holding it, walked
to the edge of the bluff.
But at this instant the sound of the hoofs of a horse struck on his ear;
the sound was loud and close, and he had no more time than to turn round
before a horse was reined in suddenly by him, and a man leapt from it
and ran at him and grappled with him. And Lord Harry perceived that the
man was the King. For when Osra did not return, search parties had been
sent out; the King himself headed one, and, having the best horse and
being urged on by love and fear for his sister, he had outridden all the
rest and had chanced to come alone where Osra and Lord Harry were; and
he gripped Lord Harry furiously, cursing him for a scoundrel and
demanding what he had done to the Princess. Then Lord Harry said:
"Do you not know me, sire? I am Harry Culverhouse."
Greatly astonished, the King loosed his hold and fell back a pace, for
he could not understand what he heard, but yet knew the voice of his
friend. Then, looking down, he beheld Osra sleeping peacefully as a
child on the ground, with her cloak spread under her, that she might
take no harm from the damp. But Lord Harry caught him by the arm,
crying:
"Are there others coming after you?"
"Aye," said the King, "many others. The whole of the Guard are roused,
and seek her high and low in the city and outside. But how came you
here, man?"
Then Lord Harry told the King what he had done, speaking very briefly
and hastily, but yet sparing nothing; and when he told him how he had
carried off the Princess, the King's hand flew to the hilt of his sword.
But Lord Harry said "Not yet," and continued to tell the King how Osra
had pitied him, how he had watched by her, and how she had slept again,
bidding him keep the pin. Then glancing at Osra, he lowered his voice
and spoke very quick and urgently, and the King held out his hand and
shook Lord Harry's hand, asking: "Is there no other way?" But Lord Harry
shook his head; then he kissed the King's hand; next he went and kissed
Osra's hand very softly, and looked for the last time on her face; and
he drew the golden pin from his purse and he put it gently and deftly
among her hair. Then taking the ruby necklace in his own hand and
clenching it tight, he said to King Rudolf:
"Sire, there are some in the city that knew me before, but have not
known me since I have been in your Guard, because I have altered my
face. Take care that you so alter it that they do not know me again."
The King's breath caught in his throat, for he had loved Lord Harry
Culverhouse, and he asked again:
"Is there no other way?"
"Hark!" said the other, "I hear the horses of your Guard drawing near; I
hear them to east and west and north; and do you not see shapes riding
there to the south, across the river? If I ride from here alive, I shall
be taken, and the truth must be known. For my sake and hers, strike,
sire."
The King took Lord Harry Culverhouse by the arm and drew him to him,
saying:
"Must it be so, Harry? And we have lived as friends together!"
"The sound of the hoofs is very near, sire."
The King drew himself up to his height, and he raised his hat from his
head, and bowed low to Lord Harry Culverhouse, and he said:
"Now praise be to God for the restoration of this gentleman to a sound
mind, and may Christ grant him mercy for the sake of his honourable
death!"
And he drew his sword from its sheath, and came up to Lord Harry
Culverhouse, who stood on the edge of the bluff. The King raised his
sword and struck with all his strength; the head split under the blow,
and Lord Harry Culverhouse fell dead from the bluff into the river,
holding the ruby necklace in his clenched hand. But the King shivered,
and a short sob burst from him.
On this instant there arose an eager glad cry, and twenty of the Guard
rushed forward, greeting the King and rejoiced to see the Princess.
Roused by the noise of their coming, she sat up again, rubbing her eyes,
and cried:
"Where is he? Where is Lord Harry?"
And she looked round on the troopers, and they gazed on her, much
astonished at hearing what she said. But Rudolf came to her and took her
hand, saying:
"Why, Osra, you have been dreaming! There is no Lord Harry here. Lord
Harry Culverhouse is far off in his own country. Did that rascal of a
trooper frighten you?"
Her eyes grew wide in wonder; but before she could speak he turned to
the Guard, saying:
"By heaven's pleasure I came in time to prevent any harm, except the
loss of a necklace my sister wore. For as I rode up, I saw a fellow
stooping down by her and fumbling with the clasp of her necklace. He was
one of your troop, and had ridden out behind her, and he must have
carried her off by force: now he was endeavouring to rob her, and as I
rode up to him he sprang away from her, holding her necklace in his
hand: but I leapt down from my horse and ran at him, and he retreated in
fear. Then I drew my sword, and drove him back to the edge of the bluff:
and then I split his skull, and he fell into the river, still holding
the necklace. But, thanks to God, the Princess is not hurt. Let search
be made for the fellow's body, for perhaps the necklace will be still in
his hand."
But one cried, "How came they here?"
"Ah, sister," said the King, fixing his eyes on Osra, "how came you
here?"
Reading in the King's eyes the answer that he would have, she said:
"The trooper compelled me to come hither with him, and he threatened to
kill me if I would not give him my necklace. But I refused: then he drew
a knife and menaced me with it, and I fell into a swoon, and knew no
more until I awoke and found you here; and now I see that my necklace is
gone."
"Bring her horse," the King commanded, "and ride in front and behind. We
will return to the city at the best speed we may."
Then he mounted the Princess on her horse, and rode by her side,
supporting her with his arm: and the troopers were some way off in front
and behind. But the Princess felt the pin again in her hair, and putting
up her hand she pulled it out, and she said:
"He has given me back my pin."
"Of whom do you speak?" asked the King.
"Of Lord Harry Culverhouse. Is he indeed dead, Rudolf?"
"Are you indeed still dreaming?" answered the King with a laugh. "What
had that fellow to do with Harry Culverhouse?"
"But the pin?" she cried.
"My wife set it in your hair, before you started, for she wished to
replace the one you gave to Lord Harry."
"She did not touch my hair to-day!" cried the Princess.
"Aye, but she did," said he.
The Princess suddenly fell to sobbing; and she said:
"Tell me the truth, tell me the truth. Surely it was in truth Lord Harry
Culverhouse?"
Then Rudolf drew very close to her, and said softly:
"Sweet sister, the noble gentleman whom we knew, he whom I loved, and
who loved you in chivalrous deference, went from us two months ago. Be
not troubled about him, for now all is well with him. But there was an
unhappy man with you, who was not our Harry Culverhouse, and who had
murderous and mad thoughts in his heart. Yet at the end he also died as
readily and as nobly as our dear friend himself would have died for your
sake. I pray you ask no more of him, but be contented to know that
though he died by the sword yet he died in peace and willingly. But of
our dear friend, as we knew him, think as much as you will, for the love
of an honest gentleman is a good thing to think of."
The Princess Osra, hearing this, laid her hand in her brother's hand,
and for a long while she did not speak. Then she said:
"But our friend will not come again, Rudolf?"
"No, you will never see our friend again," answered the King.
"Then when you see him--for I think you will see him once again--lay
this pin in his hand, and bid him take and keep it for the sake of the
love I bear him: perhaps he will hear you."
"It may be, I cannot tell," said the King.
"And if he has the necklace," said she, "pray him to give that to you,
and sell it, Rudolf, and give the value of it in gifts to the poor. Yes,
to all that are unhappy and afflicted, even as the poor man who was with
me to-night."
"So be it, Osra," said the King, and he kissed her. But she burst again
suddenly into passionate weeping, calling God to witness that her face
was a curse to her and a curse to her friends, and praying the King to
suffer her to take the veil in a convent, that she might trouble honest
men no more. Thus he brought her in a sad plight to the palace, and gave
her into the arms of his wife, still sobbing bitterly. And he himself
took the pin, and when the body of the mad trooper was found, with his
own hand he covered the face, and put the pin in the hand from which he
took the ruby necklace: and he sold the necklace, and used the proceeds
of it as his sister had desired.
Thus the madness of Lord Harry Culverhouse, which was bred in him by the
beauty of the Princess Osra, worked its way with him, and brought him
first into peril of great villainy, and at last to death. And his name
passed no more on the lips of any in Strelsau, nor between King Rudolf
and his sister, while the story that the King had told to the troopers
was believed by all, and none save the King knew what Lord Harry
Culverhouse had done in his madness. But Osra mourned for him, and for a
long while she would not go abroad, nor receive any of the princes or
nobles who came to the Court, but lay still sick and full of grief,
bewailing the harm that she had wrought. Yet, as time passed, she grew
again happy, for she was young, and the world was sweet to her: and
then, as King Rudolf had bidden her, she remembered Lord Harry
Culverhouse as he had been before his madness came upon him. Yet still
more did she remember how, even in his madness, he had done her no harm,
but had watched beside her through the night, and had, as morning
dawned, entreated death at the hands of the King, preferring to die
rather than that the talk of a single idle tongue should fall foully on
her name. Therefore she mourned for him with secret tears.
But he, although no monument marked his grave, and although men spoke
only of the mad trooper who had robbed the Princess, yet slept soundly
and at peace: and his right hand lay clenched upon his heart, and in it
the golden pin that had fastened the ruddy hair of Princess Osra.