THE KING
"The King! The King!"
"Viva! Viva!" A great cry rose within the walls of Cellino, and
swelled to a mighty cheer, as a gray automobile drove slowly through
the Porto Romano, and stopped in the market-place opposite the town
hall.
The soldiers who had so bravely defended the town were lined up ready
for inspection, and as the King lifted his hand to salute the colors, a
silence, as profound and as moving as the cheer had been, fell over the
crowd.
Lucia, with Beppi held tightly by the hand, was on the edge of the
crowd. She trembled with excitement as she looked at the greatest, and
best-loved man in all Italy.
"See!" she whispered excitedly to Beppi, "that is the King--our King!
Look at him well, for we may never be lucky enough to see him again in
our whole lives."
Beppi's big eyes were round with wonder. He looked. His gaze fastened
on the shining sword. Then the memory that he might some day be a
General returned to him, and he drew himself up very straight. As the
King passed on his inspection, his little hand went up in a smart
salute.
His Majesty stopped, smiled, and returned the salute gravely.
Beppi waited until he had walked on, then he buried his face in Lucia's
skirts, and wept from sheer joy.
Lucia's pride knew no bounds. Her heart was beating wildly, but she
stood very still until the King went into the town hall, then she
picked Beppi up in her arms and ran excitedly across the town and out
to the convent.
"We can see him again, darling, so stand very still," she said. "He is
coming to see the soldiers."
They watched the gate eagerly, and before long the gray car came
through it very slowly. A crowd of people surrounded it, cheering and
throwing flowers. The King smiled and bowed to them all. Lucia's eyes
never left his face. Suddenly she saw him lean forward excitedly as
the big car stopped. Beppi tugged at her skirts.
"Look at Garibaldi, she is blocking the way."
Lucia looked, and to her horror she saw her pet standing in the middle
of the road, her four hoofs planted firmly in the mud, and her head
lowered.
"Oh, the wretch," Lucia exclaimed, darting forward. "Come here at
once!" she called.
Garibaldi looked around and obediently trotted off. The car started,
and the King waved especially to Lucia as he passed, but even so great
an honor could not compensate her. She was mortified to tears that her
goat should have been guilty of _lese majeste_.
No entreaties on Beppi's part could make her stay to wait for the
King's return. She left him with a soldier, and went around the corner
of the convent, followed by the disgraced Garibaldi.
She sat down on a bench and sighed.
"Of course you're only a goat," she said scornfully, "but I did think
you had more sense than to do anything as terrible as that. Do you
know who that was that you made to stop? That was the King, do you
hear?"
Garibaldi walked away indifferently.
"Oh, I am disgusted with you forever," Lucia exclaimed with a shrug of
disdain. "You will stay here until he goes away again, and then I
shall take you home and tie you up."
Garibaldi paid no attention to the threat. Perhaps she knew how empty
it would prove to be.
"Lucia, Lucia, my child, where are you?" Sister Francesca's voice
trembled as she called.
"Here I am, sister," Lucia jumped up. "Do you want me?"
"Oh, my dear, I have looked everywhere for you. Come with me at once."
Lucia followed, wondering at the expression in the nun's usually placid
face. But Sister Francesca did not stop to give any explanations. She
led the way hurriedly back to the front door, of the convent, and up
the steps through the ward of smiling men, and only stopped when she
reached the door of Captain Riccardi's private room.
"Go in, my dear," she said, giving Lucia a little push. "The Captain
wants to speak to you."
Lucia opened the door and found herself face to face with the King.
She was too astonished, and far too thrilled to speak. She must have
shown some of her feeling in her eyes, for the Captain, who was in bed,
laughed.
"Here she is, Your Majesty," he said.
The King stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder.
"So you are the brave little girl whom I must thank for saving Captain
Riccardi's life, and for blowing up the bridge?"
Lucia was still tongue-tied. She swallowed hard and tried to stop her
heart from beating so fast.
"Yes, yes, sir--Your Majesty," she said at last. "I and Garibaldi."
"Garibaldi?" The King could not restrain a smile.
"The goat, sir," the Captain explained.
"Oh, I see, and what did you say his name was?"
"Garibaldi's a her, Your Majesty, and so she had to be Señora
Garibaldi."
Lucia was fast forgetting her embarrassment.
"'The Illustrious and Gentile Señora Guiseppi Garibaldi,' that's her
real name, but of course, it's too long for every day."
"Yes, I should suppose so, particularly if you were in a hurry," the
King laughed softly.
"Was that Señora Garibaldi that we came nearly running over?" he asked.
"Oh yes, it was, but please, Your Majesty, don't be angry with her.
You see, she really didn't know you were the King."
"Angry, why I should say not. Before I leave, yon must introduce me to
her, I couldn't leave without seeing such a really important person."
Lucia clapped her hands delightedly.
"Oh, she will be so proud!" she exclaimed.
The King turned to the officer who stood beside him and nodded, then he
shook Captain Riccardi's hand. "I congratulate you on the addition to
your household," he said, smiling. "Come with me, Lucia," he
continued, "I have something for you, and I want to give it to you
where all the soldiers can see."
Lucia followed in a dream. She stood very still at the end of the
ward, and watched the men salute as the King stood before them.
She did not hear what he said to them, for her head was swimming, but
she saw him turn to her, and her heart missed a beat as he pinned a
medal on her faded bodice.
"In appreciation of your courage and loyalty," the King said, and
Lucia's eyes looked into his for a brief, but never-to-be-forgotten
moment.