I often wonder whether I should have been able to shoot him, had he not
attacked me.
I took the package from his hands, slipped it into my pocket, and walked
out.
I confess that I was trembling, for I had killed a man; and the
experience was not to my liking, although it was good work having killed
a traitor.
I crept cautiously down the stairs, the house seemed empty, but Goltz's
horse was tied to the door-knocker. He shied a little as I approached
to unfasten him, perhaps it was the blood upon my coat; and I remember
that the knocker on the door sounded horrible, for as far as I knew
there was only the dead man and his stunned accomplice in the place.
I mounted, and rode to the door of the courtyard: to right and left ran
a broad road. I did not know which way to turn, until I remembered that
Goltz had come from the right, so Ampletch must lie in that direction.
Accordingly, I rode hard for some five minutes. Then a shout made me
look round; two men were running towards me, they took me for Goltz,
perhaps. I did not wait to undeceive them.
A mile or so farther on I began to feel a little dizzy, and dismounted
to get a drink of water from a brook that gurgled by the side of the
road. Near by the road curved, and as I knelt down a troop of horsemen
swept round the corner. They were cavalry, and at their head rode
Woolgast.
I burst into a fit of laughter, it must have been rather hysterical, and
the next moment his arms were round me and the taste of raw brandy
between my lips.
The troops were thunder-struck at sight of me, and I saw some of them
feeling their swords, as though they hoped that they would soon be
called upon to use them. The brandy worked wonders, and I said to
Woolgast:
"General, there is a house a little way in that direction, with a light
in the second story. Search the house, you will find a man dead there
and one stunned beneath a bed; secure him and all papers to be found
there. A few minutes ago, there were armed men searching for me,
somewhere along the road; capture them, dead or alive."
He gave the orders, and the troops trotted past with many an anxious
glance in my direction.
Woolgast, with two troopers, remained behind. He looked at me
inquiringly.
"Your Majesty can ride?"
"Of course; I am all right now, if you will give me my horse."
The animal had strayed a little down the road. The trooper went to bring
him back, and it was at that moment that Woolgast noticed blood upon his
glove.
"My God!"
"It is not mine," I said, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"What were you doing along this road, General?"
"It was reported that Goltz had been seen at Ampletch last evening--he
had been spying at Zarlon--I thought that I might obtain news of him."
"Goltz is dead, I shot him half an hour ago."
He gave a great cry of astonishment, and would have asked me when, how,
and where, had not the etiquette of Court prevented him. So I told him
as rapidly as possible what had occurred.
His wrath was wonderful.
"Now," I said when I had finished, "we will ride back, or rather you
will, for I wish you to take charge of the papers yourself; there may be
some of importance, I do not know. I shall ride on to the _Golden
Horn_, and you can report there."
"And these troopers, your Majesty will take them?"
"No, I will ride alone, let them keep silent about this meeting."
There were few people in the streets as I rode through them, and it was
with considerable difficulty that I procured an ostler to take my horse
at the inn. He was too sleepy-headed to notice anything awry with me,
and I made my way to Mr. Neville's room.
He was evidently still asleep, for I had to knock three times before a
drowsy voice asked what I wanted; but, as soon as he recognised my
voice, he was wide awake, and the door was opened in a twinkling.
"What is it, Victor? My God, what has happened?"
I pushed him into the room and closed the door. Then when he was in his
bed again, I sat on the foot of it, and related what had happened to me
in those few hours, since we had said good night.
I had barely finished, or rather Mr. Neville had not ceased his fire of
questions, when Woolgast rode up to the inn with his escort.
Even now, when I recall the host's face as he ushered the General in, I
cannot help smiling. It was the picture of blank and despairing
astonishment. The thought that he had had the King under his roof, and
had not paid him special attention, appalled him. He did not know that
afterwards, when I had time to think, I blessed his thick head; for had
he kept watch and guard over me, as he would have done, had he known me,
I had never been able to frustrate Goltz.
Luck had been mine all through my life, and it had not deserted me when
I needed it. I was grateful.
Woolgast's report was succinct: one man was alive, the other two had
shown fight. Enough said. The fellow under the bed was a prisoner. All
papers were in his possession. The house was in charge of an officer
and half a dozen men.
"You have said nothing to the host, General?"
"Nothing, your Majesty."
"Good! Tell your men to say as little as possible; I do not wish it to
become widely known, at any rate at present. You will breakfast with
me, and we will ride to Karena afterwards, or, better still, return by
train. Your prisoners must be taken to Karena. What officer is there
below?"
"Captain von Riech, your Majesty."
"Tell him that I place the two in his charge, they are not to be allowed
to speak or see anyone except the jailers. We will breakfast in my room
in three-quarters of an hour."
*CHAPTER XI*
I bathed and dressed myself, constructing in my mind the procedure of
Goltz's daring raid upon my person.
He must have gone straight to my bedroom when he left the dining hall,
and concealed himself somewhere, most probably beneath the bed. Then
having rendered me unconscious, let in his accomplices, and lowered me
from the window. Once outside, I could easily have been passed off as a
drunken man being taken home. He had pulled my day clothes over my
pyjamas.
It was a pity that he was such a scoundrel; for, had he been a decent
member of society, he might have risen high in the world--for he was
clever and undoubtedly brave.
I felt no qualms at having killed him: he was a grave danger to
Rudarlia, and also to myself, so my action had been partly in
self-defence. It would have been much more unpleasant if I had had to
kill a horse or dog.
Upon arriving at the Palace, I immediately sent for Prince Zeula and
Count Belen.
Prince Zeula was the first to enter and embraced me affectionately. I
waited for Count Belen before saying anything, as I did not wish to have
to repeat the tale oftener than I could help.
They were very greatly dismayed, and the Count was almost purple with
indignation, especially when he heard that our forts were known. He
calmed down a little, however, when I told him that I did not believe
much mischief had been done.
As soon as they had been told everything, we set to work to peruse the
documentary evidence. At first, we discovered nothing of any
importance, for most of the papers dealt with military matters that were
known to all people. Then we found one that caused us to squirm, as it
contained much information about our reserves of guns and ammunition.
Goltz had evidently been a most successful spy, and we could only hope
that he had not sent his report to Bornia. We had nearly come to an end
of the papers, when I came across a list of some twenty names of men who
had been Ivan's friends; against seven of them had been made a cross and
the word "accepted."
"Accepted what?" I said, passing the paper to the Prince.
The next sheet explained it, being a letter from Alexis, giving a brief
outline of a plot for my dethronement; attached was a list of the same
names with a heading in Prince Alexis's writing: "Ivan's friends, sound
them."
The three of us looked at each other in silent dismay. That seven out
of twenty should have accepted the proposals, which I may justly call
infamous, was appalling; we did not know how many had been approached.
It might have been that all would have accepted, and they were men who
had been treated with absolute leniency and consideration.
"This is in your hands, Prince; it can be nothing but imprisonment,
exile would be inadvisable at the present time."
"There is one thing preferable to imprisonment, your Majesty."
"Perhaps; but we must remember that they may not have been told of the
assassination part of the scheme. They may have thought only to
overthrow me; perhaps, too, they would not sell Rudarlia."
"It is giving them the benefit of a big doubt."
"I should not if there were any harm likely to come of it; but, if you
will give orders to arrest these men simultaneously, I think their teeth
will be drawn, and we shall have nothing to fear. In a little time it
will not matter."
"And the others on the list, will your Majesty place them under
surveillance?"
"No, I think not; for, if they have been approached, they have refused
to acquiesce, if not, they will probably know nothing about it."
For a short time, few people knew that I had been abducted, but after a
while it became almost public property. It was known, too, that I had
shot Goltz, but it was not known that we had discovered evidence of a
plot; that was kept from the knowledge of all save a chosen few.
Prince Alexis wrote to me, and ended his letter with a request for five
thousand pounds, as a salve to his feelings at the reported death of his
friend Baron von Goltz.
He must have had a sense of humour after all, although up to now I had
discovered no trace of it.
I replied to this letter, sympathising with him over the loss of his
friend, and regretting my inability to do more than pay for his funeral.
I was no longer anxious to fend off his attacks. He could try to do us
as much harm as he liked, and, really, the sooner he showed his hand,
the better I should be pleased. As far as it was possible to be seen,
we were ready; so we sat quietly, and waited.
It was about this time that Prince Zeula first broached the subject of
my marriage.
He had lunched or rather breakfasted with me, and we were allowing
ourselves an easy half-hour, to digest our food and smoke a cigar.
I had noticed that he was slightly perturbed about something, and that
he was formulating some thought in his head. I knew he would only speak
when he had his idea firmly fixed, so I waited patiently.
"Victor!"
"Yes?"
"Are you satisfied with your country and countrymen?"
"Intensely."
"Do you think that you have done everything possible to prepare for all
eventualities?
"I sincerely hope so. There are many little things that I do not
interfere with, but the main preparations are completed; that is, if you
are thinking of our preparations against any Bornian attack. You know
that our aeroplanes have arrived in Soctia?"
"I had heard of it."
"You hear of everything. Is there anything that I could tell you that
would really surprise you?"
"There is one thing."
"And that is?"
He hesitated a moment and then said:
"I should be very much surprised to hear that you had thought of making
your greatest sacrifice for Rudarlia."
Then, I knew what was in his mind, and unconsciously I tried to gain
time, so as to put off hearing what I did not wish to hear; until I
realised that this was pure cowardice on my part, and said:
"What is that?"
"Marriage."
"Good Lord!"
"Your greatest sacrifice; I call it that because a Royal marriage very
often lacks love, and I know that to you it will be a torture, and yet,
my boy, it is essential."
"I suppose it is," I said, "but is it imperative to think of it yet?"
"Only in order to fix the idea firmly in your head, to give you time to
form your thoughts on the subject, to prepare for what must come. You
see, Victor, with your temperament, it is difficult to think of married
life run on lines of convenience. You must forgo romance, and fill its
place, as best you may, with the knowledge that you are sacrificing your
personal feelings for the good of the state."
"I will think of it; I suppose it must be into some reigning family?"
"If possible, but at least Royal."
I walked to the window and looked out; but I don't think I saw much, my
mind being occupied with the recollection of a slim girlish figure with
a bandaged ankle.
I say recollection, for, to confess the truth, I had forgotten that
charming riverside idyll. It was strange; at the time, I could have
sworn that I loved that pretty little girl; and yet it was not more than
two years and she had gone, with the exception of a pleasant memory.
I had excuses to offer to myself; I had been a boy when it had occurred,
and since I had become a man and a King. As such I had made a
constitution, reorganised an army, and killed a traitor; all useful
things in their way, as well as a thousand other duties which make a
king's lot a heavy one.
Ah well! and so I was to marry some one, I must marry some one, for the
sake of Rudarlia. It was a case of duty, duty which prevents a king
enjoying personal liberty. Even in a matter such as marriage, he must
bow his head and do as some one else wills, as cheerfully as his
character will allow.
I wonder how many of my subjects realise just what it means to be their
King. To live in a beautiful palace, with beautiful food and clothes,
horses, motor-cars, an army of servants; surrounded by Courtiers and
Ministers. It is a pretty picture, an alluring prospect, to the poor
man who only hears that side of it. But, if they knew the infinite
boredom to be derived from too many servants, Courtiers, too much food
and Palace, if they understood the wearying routine, the never-ending
etiquette, the fettering of wish and will, I fancy that their opinions
would change. A king, however, should be king, and his example should
be that of the head of the state. It is to him that people should look,
it is he who should be a light for his people to follow along the roads
of devotion, loyalty, honour, and duty.
Yet what a position of difficulties it is, and how much depends on the
choice a king makes. I had made up my mind to regulate my life to
moderation; for that, it seems to me, is the safest course. Let a king
be over-powerful, it is almost certain that he will injure his country
by trying to do those things which are more than any one man can
attempt. Let a king be weak, he will fail through being ruled instead of
ruling, so that the power which should be his gets into the hands of men
who are, perhaps, guided chiefly by self-interest, and the result will
be anarchy, chaos, and perhaps the destruction of monarchical rule.
I must have stood by the window for a good twenty minutes, turning
things over in my mind, before I turned and looked at Zeula.
"Well," I said, "I am ready, or shall be when the time comes; but
remember that, when it does, Rudarlia may have ceased to be a kingdom,
who knows?"
"God knows, we are in His hands."
"Amen; but He has given us brains and arms, strong men with brave
hearts, and unless He fights against us we will win, I know it."
"We will, but when that day comes, Victor, where will the King be?"
"In his proper place, at the head of his army."
"Is that your proper place? You have no heir."
"Would you have me sit here while my army is in the field?"
"It would be better, much better."
"Then better be d--d!" said I. At which my companion smiled, for I
seldom swear. "I will fight with my men, and if I am killed it will be
so much the worse for you; because Rudarlia will become a republic, and
you will be the first President."
"We will hope for the best then. You have luck, or Goltz might still be
keeping you."
"The luck of having a hard fist and knowing how to use it."
"And a quick brain," he added, "don't forget that. I should never have
thought of looking for you under the bed, if I had been Goltz, when I
saw the open window and the rope of sheets."
"No, I don't think I should have myself."
I presume that Prince Zeula thought that the seed he had let fall, in
regard to my marriage, was sufficient, for he did not mention the
subject again for a considerable time. That day, however, it did its
work well and quite upset any keen desire for work which I may have had;
so after a little while, I went to see my mother, a thing I generally
did when perturbed. It is wonderful to me how so many mothers have the
gift of being able to understand and console, without allowing it to be
seen.
Now, for the next three months or so nothing occurred to disturb our
peace, and Rudarlia showed signs of awakening prosperity. Nature had
been kind to the agriculturists for once, and money began to circulate
more freely; therefore we felt more at ease in giving time to the
improvement of existing conditions of life.
At the end of that time I heard again from Prince Alexis. I answered
him curtly to the effect that any further communications would be
returned unopened, and almost immediately our relations with Bornia
altered; up to now they had been those of smiling, courteous dislike.
I hastened my plans in one thing only: the purchasing of an armoured
cruiser just completed by an English firm, for one of the South American
Republics, and a torpedo-boat destroyer.
These two vessels were a gift from me to Rudarlia; and I thought Prince
Kleber would burst with delight when I told him of my intentions. He
had made the most of our naval forces, which until then had consisted of
three coast defence vessels, an obsolete ironclad, and three
torpedo-boats. When he had these two additional ships, I believe he
would have cheerfully tried to tackle the British fleet.
The cruiser was named the _Soctia_, much to the gratification of that
province.
Personally I did not fear an attack by sea, the town of Soctia, our one
port of any importance, being too well fortified.
About now, was finished the installation of the "Wireless" telegraph
system, which linked up all our garrison towns.
Then, one eventful day, came the tidings that Bornia was mobilising,
ostensibly for manoeuvres. A reasonable enough thing; but there was no
need to send so many troops to our frontiers, there was no need to keep
matters so secret, and there was no need to issue ball cartridges. Our
Secret Service kept us well informed on most points.