Some time elapsed before Louis saw the Marquis again; but when he
re-appeared, it was to appoint him an interview with a lady of the
court; and this ostensible confidant was no other than Her Majesty's
self.
Santa Cruz's representation of Louis's romantic honour with regard
to Countess Altheim, had excited Isabella's not less romantic taste
for adventure; and she resolved to try her personal effect upon him,
unaided by her rank. While she was considering this project, a person
arrived from Vienna, speaking every where of the confusion which had
taken place at that court, from an open declaration, on the part
of the Arch-Duchess Maria Theresa in favour of Francis Prince of
Lorraine. This news, by verifying one argument in the alleged innocence
of Louis de Montemar, gave a respectable colour, in her now mind,
to the really vain motive which prompted a clandestine reception of
the Duke de Ripperda's son. In mentioning her design to his zealous
friend, she hinted that such privacy was necessary; since the King
had followed the flight of Ripperda, with a sentence of perpetual
banishment. While unknown, she said, she could discourse more freely
to the young Marquis, on the circumstances of his father's conduct;
and, by remaining incognita, should she chuse the affair to end at that
conference, her implied interference would escape expectation, or blame.
Santa Cruz bowed to a command that promised so fair, notwithstanding
its professed doubts as to the issue; and, as it was to be kept a
profound secret, he pledged himself, and performed his word, not to
disclose her real quality to the object of her condescension.
While Louis exchanged his prison garments, for a court dress, the
Marquis told him, he must not ground his father's defence to the lady
he should see, on any argument of the Queen's precipitancy in politics.
Her Majesty's consciousness was sufficient. Louis thanked him for his
caution. And, no objection being made to the royal signet which Santa
Cruz carried, they passed through the prison; and, without opposition,
entered the carriage at its gates.
As they drove silently through the streets, the Marquis regarded the
countenance of his companion. It was no longer pallid and dejected.
His eyes were bent downwards in thought, but a bright colour was on
his cheek; and the refulgence of an inward, happy animation, illumed
every feature. Santa Cruz refrained from remarking on this change, so
favourable to his cause; though he did not the less wonder how it could
have taken place during the short interval since his first visit.
The fact was simple.--From that hour, hope had been his abundant
aliment. Yet, not an implicit hope in frail humanity. He had lately
learnt, to put no absolute trust in mortal power, nor any dependance on
man.--He had been made to know, that blinded judgements are often with
the one, and misguiding interests in the other; but he knew _in whom he
trusted_! and the expression of hope in his countenance, partook of the
sublime source whence it sprung.
When they arrived at Saint Ildefonso, vespers were concluded, and the
King retired with his confessor. This circumstance was what Isabella
anticipated, and determined her to name that hour for the appointed
interview. A few minutes after Santa Cruz had conducted Louis into her
pavilion, she ascended the steps. On hearing her foot on the pavement,
the Marquis hastened to meet her; and, as she stood in the portico, and
Louis remained in the room, he had an opportunity of taking cognizance
of the lady who was to report his suit to her royal mistress.
She seemed about forty; of a low stature, and slight figure; with
a countenance, whose acute lineaments, dark complexion, and quick,
penetrating eye, announced alacrity of intellect, with an equal
proportion of irritability and vindictiveness of mind. She conversed
a second with the Marquis, and preceded him into the pavilion. He
presented Louis to her, as the Marquis de Montemar; and named her to
him by the title of Duchess Tarrazona.
Louis bowed respectfully; while she, so far forgot her assumed
character, as to take no notice of his obeisance, though her rivetted
observation lost not a line of his face or deportment. He raised his
eyes from the share they usually took in his bow; but, encountering
the sharp and investigating gaze of her's, he looked down again, and
retreated a step back, with a second bow.--
"Marquis," said she, to Santa Cruz, "you may attend in the portico."
As she spoke, she turned into a secluded veranda; and waved her hand to
Louis, to follow her.--He obeyed.
For more than an hour, Santa Cruz walked to and fro under the long
double colonnade of the pavilion, before the Queen re-appeared on
the threshold. Louis remained in the saloon. She stood apart several
minutes, talking earnestly with the Marquis; and then withdrew,
unattended, across the garden.
Not a word passed between him and his charge, until they were out of
the confines of St. Ildefonso, and once more on the road to Madrid.
Louis's countenance, all this time was meditative and troubled:--Santa
Cruz at last said:--"The Duchess informs me, it shall not be her
fault, if your suit be not favourably conveyed to the Queen."
"She is very kind," replied Louis, "but very extraordinary.--And,
did you not assure me of her influence, I would rather avoid her
interference. She appears too peremptory, to be a favourite with
arbitrary power: and, though some of her discourse shewed a penetrating
judgement, and great vivacity in the interests of Spain; yet, the rest
was trifling; and absurdly foreign from our subject."
Santa Cruz warned his young friend to take things as he found them; and
to be as respectful to the Duchess, as to the royal presence itself. He
then enquired the particulars of what had passed.
Louis informed him, that so far from her Grace seeking information
relative to the Duke de Ripperda's political conduct at Vienna, she
continually interrupted the narration of those proceedings, with the
strangest questions respecting the nature of his intimacy with the
Empress.--And when she had received assurances and proofs, that it was
purely confidential; contracted in early life; and, though continued,
was ever in check to the interests of Spain; she repeated the same
interrogatories again and again, with all the art and abruptness of
consummate subtlety. At last, she demanded a minute description of the
Empress's person, saying with a smile.--
"Marquis, your next attendance at Saint Ildefonso may give you an
opportunity of judging between your Queen, and this boasted Elizabeth
of Germany!"
"Should you be admitted to such an audience," observed Santa Cruz, with
a smile, "you must not disappoint the expectations of the Duchess, in
giving the palm of beauty to her mistress."
"She will be fairest to me," returned Louis, "who turns the most
gracious eye on the truth of my father." "Hold that principle,"
rejoined his friend, "and I will not curb your sincerity."
From this day, the aspect of many countenances changed at Saint
Ildefonso. The Queen was engaged in frequent conferences with the
King; and the ministers, who severally used to make one in all the
royal consultations, were totally excluded from these. Philip kept a
strict silence on their subject; though his saddened physiognomy often
declared how they perplexed him. The Queen alone wore an unaltered
mien; yet the lynx eye of de Paz could often discern suspicion in
her prompt accordance at the Council; and some unknown triumph, in
the smile with which she bowed in devoted deference to the judgement
of her husband. What was the object of all this, and what would be
its end, were equally subjects of mystery and of apprehension to the
newly-seated ministers; but not one of them suspected for a moment,
that Ripperda, whom they had exiled, or his son, whom they had immured,
held any connexion with the changing scene.
In the course of a week after the interview in the pavilion, Santa
Cruz re-entered the state prison of Madrid, with the sign manual of
the King, for the release of the Marquis de Montemar, and his servant
Lorenzo d'Urbino. The young man was confined in a cell remote from his
master; in equal ignorance with him, that the same roof covered them.
Their re-union was joyous on the part of Louis, but full of overflowing
transport on the side of Lorenzo; for his gaolers had tortured him
with reports of his master's death; and assured him, that his own
imprisonment would shortly be ended by the same violent means.
The governor of the prison was enjoined to conceal the release of
the Marquis de Montemar from the ministers of the King, until Philip
himself should send permission to officially announce it.
Louis was to be admitted the following morning to a private audience
of the Queen. He was to go as a suppliant; and to pass from a dungeon,
to his first presentation at a court, where his father had taught him
to believe, he would one day be received as only second to royalty
itself!--But he thought not of these circumstances. He had gained one
great object, in obtaining the royal ear; and he looked with confidence
to the event of the interview.
Santa Cruz was not less sanguine; and, with almost parental pride in
the son of Ripperda, he conducted him to the palace, and led him into
the chamber of audience. Her Majesty was alone, and seated in a chair
of state. A magnificent dress shone through the large veil she had
thrown over her face and person. On Louis approaching her, and on his
being named, bending his knee to the ground, she rose, and threw up her
veil.
"Marquis de Montemar," said she, with a smile, and extending her hand;
"the Duchess Tarrazona has prevailed, and thus I promise my patronage
to her client!"
Louis had entered in some agitation, and knelt with more at the feet
of the Sovereign, who, he believed, held the honour and fate of his
father in her hand. He now recognised the Duchess in the Queen; and
every anxious doubt flying before the glad surprize, the sentiment of
his heart shone out in his complexion and eyes. She translated this
flush of hope, into a tribute to her charms; and graciously repeated
her smile when he put her hand to his lips.
"Who will you serve, de Montemar," said she, "Elizabeth and Countess
Altheim? or Isabella, and the Duchess Tarrazona? Chuse freely, for I
love not bondage."
Conscious complacency beamed in her looks, as she spoke.
"My duty, and my heart," replied he, "are alike at Your Majesty's feet."
His heart was in his words and his countenance. The devotion of
Ripperda had been reserved and stately; but in the animated answer of
his son, there was a youthful fervour, a chivalric gallantry; which,
being her soul's passion, subdued her at once to his interest. All her
pre-determined caution vanished before it. She looked towards Santa
Cruz.
"Give de Montemar your cross of the Amaranth," said she; "I will
replace it to-morrow. When he returns from Gibraltar, he may wear it
openly; now, it must be nearer the seat of truth."
Santa Cruz drew from his neck the purple ribbon, at which the brilliant
cross was suspended, and buckled it under the vest of his young friend.
Again Louis kissed the hand of the condescending Isabella; who
continued to regard his graceful person with increasing favour, while
she communicated the result of her mediation between him and the King.
So many baffled negociations for the restoration of Gibraltar had
worn out the patience of Philip; and, as the fortress was evidently
strengthening itself on the Spanish side, he had ordered similar lines
of intimidation to be constructed at San Roque. But this did not awe
the English, whose sovereign seemed on the eve of a quarrel with the
new ministers of Spain; and therefore, Isabella seized the occasion to
represent to her husband, the danger of allowing the British cabinet
the incalculable benefit of Ripperda's discoveries and counsels. In
pursuance of these arguments, she gradually gained her object with the
King; and now informed Louis that she had obtained the royal command
for him to go direct to Gibraltar, to lay before Ripperda all that was
alledged against him, to offer him a fair and open trial, or a general
amnesty; and which-ever he would prefer, should follow his election.
The trial was what Louis demanded.
"Grant my father that," said he, "and we ask no more."
"Bring him from Gibraltar," returned the Queen, "and nothing shall be
withheld, that can gratify the honourable ambition of his son."
She then told him, that as it was necessary to keep these preliminaries
from the knowledge of the ministry, he must neither visit the British
Ambassador, nor the Val del Uzeda, nor even allow his name, nor his
errand to be known, until he should have obtained the object of his
mission.
"When you return, it will be with a companion," added she, "to
whom, meanwhile, I pledge my restored confidence." She smiled, and
disappeared. Louis looked gratefully after her. The Marquis would not
trouble the hopes of his heart, by warning him that all this revered
goodness arose from the dreams of vanity; and that both father and son
must preserve its illusions, if they would continue in the favour she
so largely promised.
Louis gave his arm to his friend; and with heads too full of busy
thoughts, to give them immediate utterance, they repaired in silence to
Santa Cruz's residence in Madrid.
A few hours completed every preparation for Louis's journey to
Gibraltar; and the next morning, by day-break, accompanied by the
faithful Lorenzo, he set forth on his momentous pilgrimage.