THE HARBINGER.
The traveler had risen early to look to his coach and learn how
Althotas was faring.
All were still sleeping but Gilbert, who peeped through a window of his
room over the doorway and spied all the stranger's movements.
The latter was struck by the change which day brought on the scene so
gloomy overnight. The domain of Taverney did not lack dignity or grace.
The old house resembled a cavern which nature embellishes with flowers,
creepers and capricious rookeries, although at night it would daunt a
traveler seeking shelter.
When Balsamo returned after an hour's stroll to the Red Castle ruins,
he saw the lord of it all leave the house by a side door to cull roses
and crush snails. His slender person was wrapped in his flowered
dressing-gown.
"My lord," said Balsamo, with the more courtesy as he had been sounding
his host's poverty, "allow my excuses with my respects. I ought to wait
your coming down, but the aspect of Taverney tempted me, and I yearned
to view the imposing ruins and pretty garden."
"The ruins are rather fine," returned the baron; "about all here worth
looking at. The castle was my ancestors'; it is called the Red Castle,
and we long have borne its name together with Taverney, it being
the same barony. Oh, my lord, as you are a magician," continued the
nobleman, "you ought with a wave of your wand uprear again the old Red
Castle, as well as restore the two thousand odd acres around it. But I
suppose you wanted all your art to make that beastly bed comfortable.
It is my son's, and he growled enough at it."
"I protest it is excellent, and I want to prove it by doing you some
service in return."
Labrie was bringing to his master a glass of spring water on a splendid
china platter.
"Here's your chance," said the baron, always jeering; "turn that into
wine as the greatest service of all."
Balsamo smiling, the old lord thought it was backing out and took the
glass, swallowing the contents at a gulp.
"Excellent specific," said the mesmerist. "Water is the noblest of the
elements, baron. Nothing resists it; it pierces stone now, and one of
these days will dissolve diamonds."
"It is dissolving me. Will you drink with me. It has the advantage over
wine of running freely here. Not like my liquor."
"I might make one useful to you."
"Labrie, a glass of water for the baron. How can the water which I
drink daily comprise properties never suspected by me? As the fellow
in the play talked prose all his life without knowing it, have I been
practising magic for ten years without an idea of it?"
"I do not know about your lordship, but I do know about myself," was
the other's grave reply.
Taking the glass from Labrie, who had displayed marvelous celerity, he
looked at it steadily.
"What do you see in it, my dear guest?" the baron continued to mock.
"I am dying with eagerness. Come, come! a windfall to me, another Red
Castle to set me on my legs again."
"I see the advice here to prepare for a visit. A personage of high
distinction is coming, self-invited, conducted by your son Philip, who
is even now near us."
"My dear lord, my son is on military duty at Strasburg, and he will not
be bringing guests at the risk of being punished as a deserter."
"He is none the less bringing a lady, a mighty dame--and, by the way,
you had better keep that pretty Abigail of yours at a distance while
she stays, as there is a close likeness between them."
"The promised lady guest bears a likeness to my servant Legay? What
contradiction!"
"Why not? Once I bought a slave so like Cleopatra that the Romans
talked of palming her off for the genuine queen in the triumph in their
capital."
"So you are at your old tricks again?" laughed the baron.
"How would you like it, were you a princess, for instance, to see
behind your chair a maid who looked your picture, in short petticoats
and linen neckerchief."
"Well, we will protect her against that. But I am very pleased with
this boy of mine who brings guests without forewarning us!"
"I am glad my forecast affords you pleasure, my dear baron; and, if
you meant to properly greet the coming guest, you have not a minute to
lose."
The baron shook his head like the most incredulous of beings, and as
the two were near the dwelling part of the baron's daughter, he called
out to her to impart the stranger's predictions.
This was the call which brought her to the window despite herself, and
she saw Balsamo. He bowed deeply to her while fixing his eyes upon her.
She reeled and had to catch the sill not to fall.
"Good-morning, my lord," she answered.
She uttered these words at the very moment when Nicole, telling the
baron that his daughter would not come, stopped stupefied and with
gaping mouth at this capricious contradiction.
Instantly Andrea fell on a chair, all her powers quitting her. Balsamo
had gazed on her to the last.
"This is deusedly hard to believe," remarked the baron, "and seeing is
believing----"
"Then, see!" said the wonder-worker, pointing up the avenue, from the
end of which came galloping at full speed a rider whose steed made the
stones rattle under its hoofs.
"Oh, it is indeed----" began the baron.
"Master Philip!" screamed Nicole, standing on tiptoe, while Labrie
grunted in pleasure.
"My brother!" cried out Andrea, thrusting her hands through the window.
"This is the commencement," said Balsamo.
"Decidedly you are a magician," said the baron.
A smile of triumph appeared on the mesmerist's lips.
Soon the horse approached plainly, reeking with sweat and smoking, and
the rider, a young man in an officer's uniform, splashed with mud up
to the countenance, animated by the speed, leaped off and hurried to
embrace his father.
"It is I," said Philip of Taverney, seeing the doubt. "I bear a great
honor for our house. In an hour Marie Antoinette, Archduchess of
Austria and bride of the Dauphin of France, will be here."
The baron dropped his arms with as much humility as he had shown
sarcasm and irony, and turned to Balsamo for his forgiveness.
"My lord," said the latter, bowing, "I leave you with your son, from
whom you have been long separated and to whom you must have a great
deal to say."
Saluting Andrea, who rushed to meet her brother in high delight,
Balsamo drew off, beckoning Nicole and Labrie, who disappeared with him
under the trees.