THE INTERVENTION OF THE ADMIRAL.
Before the long dark shapes, dimly discernible from the highest
point of the rock above the monastery, had been apparently floating in
the air on the horizon for more than a day, events began to move in
Hagiamavra. On the isthmus connecting the peninsula with the mainland
stood a village, or rather its remains, for it had formerly been
inhabited by Moslems, and these had required more than merely moral
suasion to induce them to quit it. It served now as an outpost of the
insurgents, and its garrison was surprised by the approach of a small
body of Roumi troops, accompanied very unwillingly by the elders of
the dispossessed community. Much elated by the prospect of a fight at
last, the garrison prepared to let the foe approach within short range
and then annihilate them, but the troops had not come out to be
killed. They remained in cover, while the wretched villagers were
driven forward, to be turned back in confusion by a few contemptuous
shots from the ruins. To the intense disappointment of the defenders,
the Roumis were not stirred to action even by this defiance, and
retired in safety, merely exchanging shots with them at long range.
The next visitor was a Greek pope from Therma, who came as the
mouthpiece of Jalal-ud-din to inquire the reason for the extraordinary
reception given to the soldiers whom he had deputed to restore the
evicted villagers to their homes. In the mild reasonableness of this
demand the insurgents saw the hand of the Powers, restraining the
Pasha from the vigorous measures he would naturally have taken, and
triumphed accordingly. The priest was sent back with the message that
the peninsula now recognised only the authority of the Constitutional
Assembly, and that no stranger would be permitted to set foot on it,
with the exception of properly accredited ambassadors.
The next two or three days and nights were spent by the insulted
authorities outside in testing the reality of the Assembly’s
occupation. A steamer crowded with troops appeared off Skandalo, but
was fired upon both from the redoubt above the town and from the
water’s edge, and withdrew with dignity. Two attempts were made either
to surprise Karakula, the ruined village, or to slip past it under
cover of darkness into the interior, but these were frustrated by the
watchfulness of the garrison. The steamer foiled at Skandalo proceeded
slowly along the coast, sending a boat ashore at various possible
landing-places, but in every case an outburst of firing met it from
the positions previously selected by Wylie, and the would-be invaders
retreated. The exultation of the insurgents was unbounded, and their
self-complacency seemed to be justified when a resplendent dragoman,
approaching Karakula under a flag of truce, announced that the Consuls
of the Powers at Therma were desirous of offering their mediation, and
wished to meet representatives of the Assembly. Over the election of
these delegates there was much excitement, the general desire being to
choose the men who could be trusted to insist most obstinately on the
most extravagant demands, and on the matter of their instructions
there was something like a battle, when Maurice and Prince Romanos,
supported by the more moderate members, refused even to put forward
such points as the instant withdrawal of the Roumis from Czarigrad and
from Europe.
The Consuls were admitted, with much ceremony, within the defences as
far as the slope overlooking Karakula, where the delegates met them.
The diplomatists struck a harsh note at the beginning of the interview
by declaring that their mission began and ended with advising the
insurgents to lay down their arms and return to their homes, allowing
the dispossessed Mohammedans to do the same. The delegates retorted by
presenting the demands agreed upon, which comprised the practical
autonomy of Emathia, the suzerainty of Roum being recognised merely by
the permission to keep a garrison in Therma and the concession of a
yearly tribute, which was not to exceed a definite proportion of the
revenues of the province. The Emathians were to elect their own
Governor-General, whose appointment was to be made by the Powers and
confirmed at Czarigrad. He was to be chosen for five years, with the
possibility of re-election; to have full authority to reorganise the
police and judicial systems, with the aid of assessors representing
the various religious bodies under his control; he was to be
responsible only to the Powers, and Czarigrad was to possess no veto
on his acts of government. There were other conditions, but these were
sufficient to make the Consuls raise their hands in horror. With one
voice they besought the delegates not to allow themselves to be led
away by European agitators, who would never be permitted by the Powers
to exercise authority in Emathia. The demands were absolutely
impossible, and to insist upon them would merely be to unite the
Powers with Roum against the Emathian cause. The delegates, proud of
their late success in repelling invasion, and sustained by their
unconfessed belief that England was secretly on their side, retorted
warmly that the demands represented the irreducible minimum they could
accept, and the conference broke up in disorder, the Consuls washing
their hands of all responsibility for the fate of such unreasonable
people.
While the negotiations were going on, there was a good deal of
intercourse between the British squadron and the canny people of
Skandalo. Boats laden with provisions and sightseers plied between the
town and the ships, and steam pinnaces from the fleet disembarked
keen-eyed officers, who strolled carelessly up the steep streets in
twos and threes, and were politely but firmly turned back when they
attempted to extend their rambles beyond the actual confines of the
place. They complained indignantly to Dr Terminoff, who was again
acting as the Assembly’s representative at the port, and he
sympathised with them in the most friendly spirit. That new erection,
or earthwork, or whatever it was, which had altered the aspect of the
hill above the town, must be sadly provocative of curiosity, but most
unfortunately, knowing nothing of military matters, he could not tell
them anything about it. Both sides understood perfectly what this
fencing meant, and the officers retired to devise further measures.
The day after the abortive termination of the conference, Eirene and
Zoe were working as usual at the refugee camp. The daily course of
lessons on the advantages of cleanliness was being exemplified on this
particular afternoon by a definite effort to combat the ophthalmia
which abounded among the babies, and Eirene was bathing the eyes of a
protesting infant, held by Zoe, in the centre of a ring of
disapproving women, when one of their guards broke in upon the
demonstration in a state of wild excitement. Two officers from the
fleet had just been captured by the escort, which had discovered them
making their way cautiously down the ridge, and ambushed them in a
hollow. They offered no resistance, and pretended at first that they
had lost their way; but when their captors proceeded to conduct them
back towards the shore, they confessed that in reality they were
anxious to pay their respects to the insurgent prince of whom they had
heard, and begged to be taken to his stronghold. To the guards this
was proof positive that the British Admiral was trying to open up
communication with Maurice in order to offer him the support which
they were persuaded England was desirous of affording, though
stealthily, so as not to allow the other Powers a pretext for helping
Roum. It was useless to assure them that England had no intention
whatever of acting in opposition to the Concert of Europe, and Eirene
was obliged to resort to stratagem to ensure the observance of even a
moderate amount of precaution. It was quite possible, she pointed out,
that the prisoners might not be British naval officers at all, but
spies in the pay of Roum or of one of the other Powers. If, on being
told that they must be blindfolded and deprived of their weapons
before being conveyed to the monastery, they submitted without
objection, this would be a presumptive proof of their good faith, but
if they showed anger or apprehension, it would be best to take them
down to the sea at once, and not lose sight of them until they were
safely on board their boat. It was evident that the suspected persons
stood the test, for when Zoe and Eirene prepared to return home, two
blindfolded figures, a man and a youth, scarcely more than a boy, were
being mounted on mules, giving no help in the process, by way of being
as troublesome to their captors as they could. By Eirene’s orders,
they were placed at the head of the procession, so that she could
distinguish in a moment if either of them tried to get rid of their
wrappings, and she and Zoe, following in the rear of the guard,
conversed only in whispers, that the prisoners might not guess how
near they were to fellow-countrywomen. As they approached the
monastery, Zoe turned to her suddenly.
“Let us give them a surprise, Eirene. I expect they think they are
coming to a most awful place--a sort of bandits’ lair--and that they
have taken their lives in their hands. Tell the guards to make a good
deal of fuss about bringing them into the presence of the Prince,--a
savage and ferocious insurgent chieftain, of course,--and then let
them just come in and find us at afternoon tea.”
The idea seemed to Eirene unworthy of the dignity of the occasion, but
Maurice enjoyed it so heartily when it was communicated to him that
she withdrew her protest. Tea was prepared, and the guards, not
understanding the joke, but perceiving that some fun was on foot,
dragged and shoved the prisoners up the steps to the gallery, and
suddenly removed the bandages from their eyes. Then Zoe was sorry for
her suggestion, for the dazed and astonished aspect of the two
officers provoked shouts of laughter from the Emathians, and she was
disgusted to think that she had exposed Englishmen to the ridicule of
foreigners. But Maurice stepped forward to welcome them.
“Very kind of you to give us a call!” he said, holding out his hand.
“I must present you to Princess Theophanis and my sister, Princess
Zoe. This is Prince Romanos Christodoridi, my hated rival, who is
working with us in the Emathian cause, and this is Colonel Wylie, our
Commander-in-Chief, late of the Egyptian Army. You both belong to the
_Magniloquent_, I think?”
The elder officer had recovered his composure by this time, and
introduced himself as Lieutenant Cotway, and his companion as Mr
Suter, both of the _Magniloquent_, flagship of Vice-Admiral Essiter.
In view of the nature of their reception, both appeared to think it
advisable not to enter at the moment upon their reasons for
undertaking this adventure, and the midshipman was quickly handing
round hot cakes as though to the manner born, while his superior made
small-talk for Zoe and Eirene, assuming in them an ordinary feminine
interest in the recent Carnival gaieties among the foreign community
at Czarigrad. It was a little difficult to know how to talk to ladies
met in such peculiar circumstances, but the naval man acquitted
himself nobly, and the rest listened and admired him. It was not until
tea was over that Maurice took advantage of a pause to say--
“And did you really face the journey up here to bring the ladies all
this interesting news?”
“Well, you see, Prince, I was not aware that I should have the honour
of meeting them.”
“Then you had another object? Was it official?”
“Perhaps you would prefer me to state it in private?”
“Not at all. We are all in the same boat here.”
“Well, then,” Lieutenant Cotway looked round with a smile in which
there was a trace of deprecation, “the Admiral had heard there were
some British sympathisers with the insurgents up here, and he sent
me--unofficially--to see whether it was true, and if so, to clear them
out.”
“By a judicious combination of persuasion and physical force, I
suppose? It didn’t strike him that you might find yourselves slightly
outnumbered?”
“Why, we had no idea, of course---- I mean, he expected to find the
sort of people who come out and spend two days in an insurgent camp,
and then go home and shriek against the Roumis in the papers. The sort
of people that the insurgents wouldn’t be particularly anxious to
keep, you know. But this is a pretty big thing.”
“You flatter us!” said Zoe ironically.
“Well,” said the sailor, with a good-humoured laugh, “it’s so big that
I could hardly expect you to leave it and come down meekly to Skandalo
with me to be deported.”
“Hardly,” agreed Maurice.
“But old Point Seven will never believe how big it is,” said Mr Suter
meditatively. Lieutenant Cotway frowned, and repeated the remark in
more decorous language.
“There will be some difficulty in convincing the Admiral how firmly
you have established yourself up here, Prince. I suppose it’s quite
beyond the bounds of possibility that you and he should meet face to
face and hold a palaver?”
“It would merely convince all our people more firmly than ever that
England was to be relied on to back them up,” said Maurice. “That is
scarcely the impression the Admiral would wish to convey, I presume?”
“The very opposite. But I am sure he would wish to meet you if
possible.”
“He had better creep on shore one night, and be smuggled up here in
disguise,” said Zoe. “It would be an adventure.”
“If it were only possible for you to visit the flagship, sir?”
suggested Lieutenant Cotway, with a polite smile for Zoe.
“It might be done,” said Maurice. “Admiral Essiter is an old family
friend. He was with the Naval Brigade in the Soudan in my father’s
time.”
“Oh, I remember! The Lieutenant Essiter who brought us home his
sword,” said Zoe.
“Maurice,” Eirene broke in harshly, “whether you go or not, I refuse
to leave Hagiamavra even for a day.”
“The Admiral’s intentions are dubious, evidently,” said Maurice, with
a smile that was a little forced. “I was just going to say,” he added,
turning to Eirene, “that I fear Lieutenant Cotway must remain here as
a hostage if I go on board the flagship.”
“What would they value him in comparison with you? I shall remain here
with Constantine, so that the cause will not be lost if treachery is
attempted.”
“It is to be hoped for your sake, Lieutenant, that your Admiral’s
tastes do not lie in the direction of kidnapping,” said Prince
Romanos, in his most languid tones.
The sailor’s bronzed face flushed. “It is hardly necessary for me to
say that Prince Theophanis will leave the _Magniloquent_ as free as
when he came on board,” he said. “If I did not believe it, I should
scarcely consent to remain here.”
“And if I did not believe it, I should certainly not go,” said Maurice
heartily. “I am glad to have the opportunity of putting the real state
of affairs before the Admiral. Even if it does no good at present, it
may be of advantage afterwards. But I think it will be advisable to
make it a surprise visit, for the going to and fro of messengers would
lead to the suspicion that something very different was on foot.”
“May I suggest, sir, that you should leave me here to-morrow as the
captive of Princess Theophanis, and take Mr Suter down with you? I
will write a note to the Admiral by him, and he can go on board and
deliver it, leaving you in Skandalo. If the Admiral does not feel able
in the circumstances to invite you on board, he may ask you to give
him an interview on shore, but if not, then no harm will have been
done.”
“Oh, but I hope the Admiral won’t be so inhospitable,” said Zoe, “for
I am going down too. I have always wanted to see over a battleship,
and I may never have the chance again.”
“The _Magniloquents_ will be tremendously honoured, Princess. The
Admiral couldn’t be inhospitable to a lady to save his life. If I may
speak for him, I am sure he would wish Prince Theophanis to bring the
whole of his party.”
“To give us a piece of his mind?” asked Wylie.
“Possibly, but only in the hope of inducing some of you to back out of
this affair before it gets dangerous, you know.”
“Ah, Lieutenant, danger is the one thing we have sought in it that we
have not found,” said Prince Romanos. “But count me as a visitor to
the _Magniloquent_, I beg of you.”
“The more the merrier,” said the officer politely.
“You must make friends with the monks before to-morrow,” said Zoe, “or
you will have a very dull time when we are all away. Perhaps Prince
Romanos will take you to pay your respects to the Hegoumenos now?”
This suggestion broke up the party, as Zoe had intended, and Maurice
and his wife were left alone in the deserted gallery. He turned to her
quickly.
“Is there any need to advertise our differences in public, Eirene?
Must you show your distrust of me so openly?”
“You gave me no choice,” she replied, with quickened breath. “I know
how little interest you have in this venture, and how easily you would
let yourself be persuaded to give it up. I was obliged to show you,
before you committed yourself farther, that any pledges you might give
to the Admiral would make no difference to me.”
“You are wrong. I am deeply interested in this venture, for it has
cost me too much to retire from it lightly. It has broken up my home
and alienated my wife from me. When we left Bashi Konak I knew that
there could be no ending to it but death or success.”
Eirene’s lips were trembling. “You are so tiresome!” she said
pettishly, trying to hide her involuntary weakness. “You will do
nothing without being driven to it, and then you go further than I
should ever have asked you. Don’t you see that the Admiral would have
thought he had only to get us all safe on board and then sail away?”
“Admiral Essiter? Hardly. But putting that aside, can’t you see how
important it is that he and I should meet? Zoe saw it at once, and
gave me just the help I wanted.”
“Zoe is only a looker-on. All this is a sort of play to her. She has
nothing at stake, and can afford to make herself useful in
conversation. She is not distracted between a husband who won’t look
after his own interests, and a son whose rights must not be
sacrificed. I don’t believe she cares for a single creature.”
“You forget you are talking of my sister,” said Maurice angrily. “As
to her not caring for any one, that’s her business and not ours. I
should have been thankful to see her happy with Wylie, but I suppose
there’s no chance of that now. At any rate, she has stood by us all
this time, and you would often have been lonely without her.”
“It’s only for amusement. She has no real interest,” persisted Eirene
rebelliously. Maurice gave up the attempt.
“At least,” he said, “I hope you approve of my plan of meeting the
Admiral, now that your precautions have obviated the risk of
treachery, if there was any?”
“It will make the people more convinced that England is on our side; I
am glad of it for that.”
“You seem determined to encourage these false hopes. My sole idea is
to lay the actual state of things before Essiter,--not that it will
make the slightest difference in his action. If the Powers decide that
we are to be bombarded, he will do his part without turning a hair.
But he will report our conversation to his Government, and those of
the Emathians who survive the fighting and the massacres may have an
easier time. They may not get me as Governor-General, but they will
get some one who is not in bondage to Czarigrad.”
“They must have you as Governor-General,” said Eirene doggedly.
“Not necessarily, even if we succeed. There is Christodoridi.”
“He is nothing. I have taken no oath to him. Listen, Maurice. For the
sake of Constantine’s rights I have opposed you--broken up our home,
as you say. Do you think I would deal more kindly with that upstart
Romanos? Let him look to himself. If he succeeds, as you call it, and
you tamely abdicate your rights in his favour, don’t imagine that I
shall also be tame, and retire meekly with you to Stone Acton. I shall
intrigue, plot, inspire. I have the means, you know. I must and will
see my boy either Prince or Hereditary Prince of Emathia before I die.
I should prefer to see him Hereditary Prince, and you in your rightful
place upon the throne, but if you won’t work with me, I shall work
alone.”
“These are things it is not wise to say,” said Maurice, very pale.
“Are you prepared to bring upon the little chap--an innocent
child--the guilt of all the bloodshed and civil war that you propose?”
“No, no!” she cried quickly. “The guilt will be mine, and the
punishment. Only the success will be his.”