THE BALL AT THE PALACE
The count had good cattle, and the horse that carried me back to Munich
answered gamely to the calls I made on him. At any cost I must get back
to the house at the earliest possible moment; and though I did not know
the road, and could see scarce a dozen feet ahead of the horse's ears, I
plunged along at a hand-gallop, trusting to his instinct and my own
luck, that had already stood me in such good stead that night.
I had not much difficulty in finding the way, and I reined up twice to
ask it of people whom I met; and at last I chanced on a man on
horseback, who rode with me to within a few doors of my destination.
I kept a wary eye about me as I rode into the courtyard of the house,
and my first act was to call a groom on whose discretion I knew I could
rely.
"Take this horse round at once to Count von Nauheim's stables," I told
the man, "and say he has requested you to bring it. Don't mention my
name. I wish you to find out whether the horse is one of his, but not to
say a word to show that I have sent you. Report to me immediately on
your return. I must have your news before I go out to-night."
The man mounted and was off instantly, and, as I had expected, he
brought me back word that the horse was one of the count's stud.
In the mean while my arrival allayed the very reasonable alarm which my
prolonged absence had caused. It was long past the time at which we were
to have started for the ball, and all the others were dressed and
waiting for me impatiently.
Von Krugen came to me with a telegram which had arrived some time
before, and as I tore open the envelope with feverish haste I told him
the pith of what had happened. The message was from Praga, and to my
intense relief it was worded as we had agreed it should be if all went
well.
"Caught mail. Arrive by first delivery."
Innocent words to read, but meaning much to me. The Duke Marx had been
secured, and Praga himself was coming on to Munich at the earliest
moment. I was glad enough of this. If these attacks were to continue,
the stronger force we had the better.
"The countess is full of anxiety to see you, Prince," said von Krugen
when I had told him the news.
"I will go to her directly, but I must dress at once. See that something
for me to eat is got ready directly. Is there any news of the Baroness
Gratz or of the girl?"
"None, there is not a suspicion of the trick."
My spirits were rising fast, for everything was going well. Despite all
their devilment I was master of the position. I held their man in my
clutches; and before the night was a couple of hours older they should
see openly enough that I had outwitted them. But it was exciting work.
Before hurrying to put on my fancy-dress costume--I was going as a
French courtier, a dress in which I could wear a sword and could conceal
a revolver easily--I went to Minna's rooms to let her know I had
returned.
She came to me looking so radiantly lovely that I gazed at her in
rapture. We had chosen her dress with a care for the part she had to
play that night, and she wore a double costume. In the first place she
was to wear a plain dark domino covering her entirely from head to foot,
the head, of course, to be hooded and the face entirely concealed by a
large mask. But underneath this she wore a gorgeously brilliant dress as
Maria Theresa; the rich magnificence of the costume being further set
off by a profusion of jewels of all kinds, which sparkled and glittered
with dazzling brilliance. On her head as crown she wore a splendid tiara
of magnificent pearls.
This was all arranged of set purpose. My object was that in the first
part of the evening she should run no risk of recognition at all; and
that in the second when I led her forward as the actual Queen, she might
produce the greatest possible impression of queenly wealth, grandeur,
dignity, and loveliness.
If the impression on others were only half as striking as it was upon
me, I should be more than satisfied; and if a beautiful and queenly
presence could win adherents there was not a man in the ball-room who
would not be on her side.
She enjoyed the effect of her loveliness upon me, and stood smiling with
bright eyes as I gazed at her.
"Shall I do, cousin?" she asked, with a dash of coquetry.
"The most lovely vision I have ever seen," I cried.
"Not vision, cousin Hans," she said, shaking her head and shrugging her
shoulders till the million facets of her jewels gleamed with iridescent
lustre. "Only flesh and blood--and rather frightened flesh too. I was
beginning to fear for you. What has happened?"
"All is going splendidly," I said; but I could not keep my eyes from
her. "You are a Queen indeed," I added. "If all Queens were like you,
royalty would have no enemies. You will make a profound impression
to-night."
"I am satisfied if you are pleased," she answered. "But I am afraid of
to-night's work, Hans," she added, with a slight, movement of alarm,
like a passing chill of fear. "I shall be glad when it is over, and we
are all safe back here."
"If all goes well, you will sleep in the palace to-night as Queen-elect
of Bavaria--the Queen of us all."
"No, no; I don't wish that. I wish to be here among my friends. I feel
safe here; I should be frightened there."
"Your friends will be with you there also. You do not think we should
desert you; by to-morrow your friends will have multiplied to half a
nation."
"But my enemies--what of them? That is my fear."
"I hold the hostage that will silence them, and----But trust me and all
will be well, better, I hope, than you can think. We have played a
hazardous game, I know; but I have just heard that the move which must
decide it in our favor has been made successfully."
"I wish I could feel your enthusiasm," she said, rather sadly.
"I have you to enthuse me," I cried. "And for your sake----"
I stopped, I was losing my head in the craze of her beauty.
"You would what?" she asked, putting her hand on mine, and setting me on
fire with a look which I thought and hoped I could read.
I thrust away the almost maddening temptation to say what was in my
heart and thoughts.
"I would remember that there is yet much to do," I said stolidly,
dropping my eyes.
She snatched her hand away, and turned away from me with a toss of the
head.
"I wish I had never gone on with this!" she exclaimed impetuously. "It
was not my wish. I should not if you had not persuaded me----No, I
don't mean that at all. Forgive me, cousin, I am so thoughtless!" she
cried, changing again quickly. "I know all you have done for me, and I
am not ungrateful. Forgive me." She came again and put her hands back
into mine. "I am such a poor Queen even for a sham one."
This was even more trying than before, and I had to fight hard to hold
myself in hand. But I succeeded.
"Don't speak of forgiveness; there is nothing to forgive. What lies
before us to-night is enough to make any one anxious. I can understand
you."
"Can you?" she answered, peering with shining, eloquent eyes into mine.
"No, no, no, a hundred times no. But I am glad you like my dress and--I
will try to bear myself to-night so as to be worthy of--of all you have
dared for me."
"God grant we may all come safely through it, and that to-night may see
you Queen indeed," I replied fervently; and I was putting my lips to her
hand as a sign of my homage, though I meant more, when she drew her hand
hastily away.
"I am not Queen yet," she exclaimed; and I was wondering at the meaning
of this little action all the time I was donning my courtier's garb. Her
changefulness puzzled me. Sometimes I hoped--well, I scarce know what I
was not fool enough to think; and at others I feared. But my hopes were
stronger than my fears on that account, and had there not been such
important work on hand that night I think I could not have resisted
putting the ball to far other use than its promoters had projected.
I could not drive with her to the palace, as it was necessary that I
should arrive alone, and I had procured an invitation for her in another
name. Von Krugen was to be in constant attendance upon her, with urgent
instructions never to let her out of his sight; and Steinitz, who was
also garbed as a courtier and carried a sword, was to be an additional
guard, remaining at a distance and keeping in touch with me, so that I
might know where to find Minna at the instant I needed. In order that
there might be no difficulty in my recognizing her, supposing there were
another domino of the same color and shape, we had had a small cross of
red silk sewn on each shoulder.
I was very busy with my thoughts and full of anxiety as I drove away. So
far as I could see now, my plans were complete. I had the Duke Marx in
my hands; I had outwitted my opponents and could produce Minna at the
very moment when they, reckoning on her absence, would have pledged
themselves over the hilt in her cause; no one had breathed a hint to
show that my assumption of the part of the Prince was more certainly
known than a few days previously; and I had a fairly accurate knowledge
of my opponents' tactics and aims, while they were ignorant of mine.
It was probable enough that my appearance at the ball safe and sound
after von Nauheim's attempt on me would cause some consternation, and no
doubt I must be well on my guard for the rest of the evening.
I was very late in entering, but that would only give color to the
supposition that I had been trapped by von Nauheim; and I thought I
might perhaps turn it to account by surprising something out of the men
who did not expect me.
With this object I fastened my mask very firmly--it was a large one, and
hid my features successfully; and, taking a hint from my old stage
experiences, I humped up one of my shoulders, limped on one leg, and in
this way hobbled, with the gait of an old man, into the ball-room.
It was a brilliant scene indeed. The magnificent suite of rooms was
decorated in the most lavish manner, each in a different style and
period; and the garish blaze of light in places contrasting with the
soft, seductive tints of others, the artistic combination of decorative
coloring, the changing play of the electric fairy lamps of every
conceivable hue, the grouping of hundreds of palms and ferns with
contrasting masses of gorgeously colored flowers, a thousand guests in
all the exuberant splendor of the most exquisite costumes, and the
sparkling glitter of myriads of jewels, made up a scene of positively
gorgeous fascination.
To me it was a great stage, on which all the people present were but
supers, walking, dancing chatting, laughing, and love-making, to fill up
time until the really important characters should have their entrances
called.
Near to the door, as I entered, a clown was fooling clumsily and
awkwardly, and passing silly jests in a disguised voice with all who
passed him.
I knew him directly. It was the mad King, and on the sleeve of his
clown's tunic I saw the mark that told us who he was. Round him in busy
hum I heard loud whispers about the greatness and cleverness of the
King, and every now and then he would stop his silly jesting to listen
to these comments.
"'Tis easy to see thou art a soldier, old hobbler," he called to me, and
ran and planted himself in my path, and peered up in my face.
"Why's that, clown?" I asked in an old man's voice.
"Because thou canst not help shouldering arms," he cried, humping up his
own shoulder in ridicule of mine; and at the silly jest the crowd round
burst into roars of loud Court laughter, with cries of "How excellent!"
"What wit!" "Who is this great jester?" and a hundred other notes of
praise of his wonderful clowning.
I passed on, not ill pleased to have been mistaken for an old man, and I
made my way slowly round the grand rooms, looking for the men I had to
meet, and wondering why the King was still at large. I kept turning to
look back at the place where I had met him, and when at length I saw
that he had gone I judged that this meant he had left to change his
costume, and that the occasion of that change would be seized for the
purposes of the plot. And just as I noticed that a voice which I
recognized as the Baron Heckscher's fell on my ear.
"It is long past the hour. Something may have happened."
"I have suspected him from the first. It spells treachery," said
another.
It was Herr Kummell.
I had reached the far end of the suite of rooms, and at the back of me
was a deep alcove or small ante-room, at the mouth of which the two men
were standing, some others being farther inside. I guessed they were
speaking of me, and I stood concealed by one of the pillars which
supported the domed roof, and kept my back to them, listening with all
my ears.
"I do not wish to think that," answered the baron in a tone of assumed
reluctance. "But what you have told me is very extraordinary."
"He has purposely put her out of our reach. You will never find her. I
am for letting matters pass. If he were here I would tell him to his
face what I think."
It was certainly nothing less than a disaster that the two men who, of
all those in the scheme, were really loyal to Minna, and should have
been of the utmost value in co-operating with me, were, through the
unfortunate turn of things, suspicious of me and hostile. I could, of
course, do nothing now to undeceive them; but it was an additional
aggravation that Minna's supposed disappearance should have been made to
appear as the result of my treachery.
"We cannot go back now," I heard the baron say. "Indeed the curtain has
drawn up already. The King has gone for his change of dress."
They turned then into the alcove to join the rest, and I moved away.
Soon afterward I dropped the shuffling gait of an old man and walked to
the alcove with quick, firm footsteps.
"Good evening, gentlemen," I said. "I am late, but that is no fault of
my own."
My arrival produced an evident surprise, and even the astute Baron
Heckscher showed some signs of it.
"You are indeed very late, Prince," he said. "We had begun to fear that
you were going to fail us at the last moment."
"Have you found the Countess Minna?" asked Kummell. "Or perhaps you have
been detained searching for her?"
His tone rang with contempt, and he made no attempt to hide his
suspicions of me.
"That is a question we should put to Baron Heckscher here," I answered
in a tone which made the latter start and look at me. "I mean, of
course, that he almost pledged his word to find her in time for
to-night's work. Have you any news, baron?"
"I have every hope that all will yet be right," he said.
"Those who hide can find," said Kummell.
"They can, and I wish they'd be quick about it," I assented curtly. "But
we have no time now for discussion. We have to act. And I shall be glad
to be informed how matters stand. Are all the arrangements complete?"
Kummell and his friend Beilager, the baron, and I had been standing
apart from the rest, who were grouped together, engaged in a low but
animated conversation, of which I did not doubt I was the subject. Baron
Heckscher moved across to the larger group as I put the question, and I
took advantage of the moment to say to Kummell in a low, earnest tone:
"You have done me the ill turn to suspect me, and before the night is
out you will have cause to admit your error. I shall rely upon you
implicitly to stand by your loyalty in what is to come to-night.
Afterward we can have an explanation if necessary," and without giving
him time to reply I went after the baron.
A short and hurried statement of the present position of things
followed, the pith of which was that all was in readiness, and we might
expect the news at any moment that the final coup was to be made.
A few minutes later a messenger hurried into the alcove and spoke to the
baron, who then turned to us, and in a low tone said:
"Gentlemen, the King is ours. God bless the new ruler of Bavaria."
A murmured echo of the words from all present was drowned by a loud
fanfare of trumpets and thumping of drums from the other end of the
domed hall, and these heralded, as we knew, the coming of the King's
substitute. We moved out at once to take our places for the big drama,
and I looked round anxiously for the dark domino of Minna. As I caught
sight of her in the distance I found that my heart was beating with
quite unusual violence and speed.