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´╗┐Title: The King's Jackal
Author: Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916
Language: English
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The King's Jackal


The private terrace of the Hotel Grand Bretagne, at Tangier, was shaded
by a great awning of red and green and yellow, and strewn with colored
mats, and plants in pots, and wicker chairs.  It reached out from the
Kings apartments into the Garden of Palms, and was hidden by them on
two sides, and showed from the third the blue waters of the
Mediterranean and the great shadow of Gibraltar in the distance.

The Sultan of Morocco had given orders from Fez that the King of
Messina, in spite of his incognito, should be treated during his stay
in Tangier with the consideration due to his rank, so one-half of the
Hotel Grand Bretagne had been set aside for him and his suite, and two
soldiers of the Bashaw's Guard sat outside of his door with drawn
swords.  They were answerable with their heads for the life and safety
of the Sultan's guest, and as they could speak no language but their
own, they made a visit to his Majesty more a matter of adventure than
of etiquette.

Niccolas, the King's majordomo, stepped out upon the terrace and swept
the Mediterranean with a field-glass for the third time since sunrise.
He lowered it, and turned doubtfully toward the two soldiers.

"The boat from Gibraltar--has she arrived yet?" he asked.

The two ebony figures shook their heads stiffly, as though they
resented this introduction of a foreign language, and continued to
shake their heads as the servant addressed the same question to them in
a succession of strange tongues.

"Well," said Colonel Erhaupt, briskly, as he followed Niccolas out upon
the terrace, "has the boat arrived?  And the launch from the yacht," he
continued, "has it started for shore yet?"

The man pointed to where the yacht lay, a mile outside the harbor, and
handed him the glass.

"It is but just now leaving the ship's side," he said.  "But I cannot
make out who comes in her.  Ah, pardon," he added quickly, as he
pointed to a stout elderly gentleman who walked rapidly toward them
through the garden.  "The Gibraltar boat must be in, sir.  Here is
Baron Barrat coming up the path."

Colonel Erhaupt gave an exclamation of satisfaction, and waved his hand
to the newcomer in welcome.

"Go tell his Majesty," he said to the servant.

The man hesitated and bowed.  "His Majesty still sleeps."

"Wake him," commanded Erhaupt.  "Tell him I said to do so.  Well,
Baron," he cried, gayly, as he stepped forward, "welcome--or are you
welcome?" he added, with an uneasy laugh.

"I should be.  I have succeeded," the other replied gruffly, as he
brushed past him.  "Where is the King?"

"He will be here in a moment.  I have sent to wake him.  And you have
been successful?  Good.  I congratulate you.  How far successful?"

The Baron threw himself into one of the wicker chairs, and clapped his
hands impatiently for a servant.  "Twelve thousand pounds in all," he
replied.  "That's more than he expected.  It was like pulling teeth at
first.  I want some coffee at once," he said to the attendant, "and a
bath.  That boat reeked with Moors and cattle, and there was no
wagon-lit on the train from Madrid.  I sat up all night, and played
cards with that young Cellini.  Have Madame Zara and Kalonay returned?
I see the yacht in the harbor.  Did she succeed?"

"We do not know; the boat only arrived at daybreak.  They are probably
on the launch that is coming in now."

As Barrat sipped his coffee and munched his rolls with the silent
energy of a hungry man, the Colonel turned and strode up and down the
terrace, pulling at his mustache and glancing sideways.  When the Baron
had lighted a cigarette and thrown himself back in his chair, Erhaupt
halted and surveyed him in some anxiety.

"You have been gone over two weeks," he said.  "I should like to see
you accomplish as much in as short a time," growled the other.  "You
know Paris.  You know how hard it is to get people to be serious there.
I had the devil's own time at first.  You got my cablegram?"

"Yes; it wasn't encouraging."

"Well, I wasn't hopeful myself.  They wouldn't believe a word of it at
first.  They said Louis hadn't shown such great love for his country or
his people since his exile that they could feel any confidence in him,
and that his conduct in the last six years did not warrant their
joining any undertaking in which he was concerned.  You can't blame
them.  They've backed him so many times already, and they've been
bitten, and they're shy, naturally.  But I swore he was repentant, that
he saw the error of his ways, that he wanted to sit once more before he
died on the throne of his ancestors, and that he felt it was due to his
son that he should make an effort to get him back his birthright.  It
was the son won them.  `Exhibit A' I call him.  None of them would hear
of it until I spoke of the Prince.  So when I saw that, I told them he
was a fine little chap, healthy and manly and brave, and devoted to his
priest, and all that rot, and they began to listen.  At first they
wanted his Majesty to abdicate, and give the boy a clear road to the
crown, but of course I hushed that up.  I told them we were acting
advisedly, that we had reason to know that the common people of Messina
were sick of the Republic, and wanted their King; that Louis loved the
common people like a father; that he would re-establish the Church in
all her power, and that Father Paul was working day and night for us,
and that the Vatican was behind us.  Then I dealt out decorations and a
few titles, which Louis has made smell so confoundedly rank to Heaven
that nobody would take them.  It was like a game.  I played one noble
gentleman against another, and gave this one a portrait of the King one
day, and the other a miniature of `Exhibit A' the next and they grew
jealous, and met together, and talked it over, and finally unlocked
their pockets.  They contributed about L9,000 between them.  Then the
enthusiasm spread to the women, and they gave me their jewels, and a
lot of youngsters volunteered for the expedition, and six of them came
on with me in the train last night.  I won two thousand francs from
that boy Cellini on the way down.  They're all staying at the
Continental.  I promised them an audience this morning."

"Good," commented the Colonel, "good--L9,000.  I suppose you took out
your commission in advance?"

"I took out nothing," returned the other, angrily.  "I brought it all
with me, and I have a letter from each of them stating just what he or
she subscribed toward the expedition,--the Duke Dantiz, so much; the
Duke D'Orvay, 50,000 francs; the Countess Mattini, a diamond necklace.
It is all quite regular.  I played fair."  The Colonel had stopped in
his walk, and had been peering eagerly down the leafy path through the
garden.  "Is that not Zara coming now?" he asked.  "Look, your eyes are
better than mine."

Barrat rose  quickly, and the two men walked forward, and bowed with
the easy courtesy of old comrades to a tall, fair girl who came
hurriedly up the steps.  The Countess Zara was a young woman, but one
who had stood so long on guard against the world, that the strain had
told, and her eyes were hard and untrustful, so that she looked much
older than she really was.  Her life was of two parts.  There was
little to be told of the first part; she was an English girl who had
come from a manufacturing town to study art and live alone in Paris,
where she had been too indolent to work, and too brilliant to remain
long without companions eager for her society.  Through them and the
stories of her wit and her beauty, she had come to know the King of
Messina, and with that meeting the second part of her life began; for
she had found something so attractive, either in his title or in the
cynical humor of the man himself, that for the last two years she had
followed his fortunes, and Miss Muriel Winter, art student, had become
the Countess Zara, and an uncrowned queen.  She was beautiful, with
great masses of yellow hair and wonderful brown eyes.  Her manner when
she spoke seemed to show that she despised the world and those in it
almost as thoroughly as she despised herself.

On the morning of her return from Messina, she wore a blue serge
yachting suit with a golf cloak hanging from her shoulders, and as she
crossed the terrace she pulled nervously at her gloves and held out her
hand covered with jewels to each of the two men.

"I bring good news," she said, with an excited laugh.  "Where is Louis?"

"I will tell his Majesty that you have come.  You are most welcome,"
the Baron answered.

But as he turned to the door it opened from the inside and the king
came toward them, shivering and blinking his eyes in the bright
sunlight.  It showed the wrinkles and creases around his mouth and the
blue veins under the mottled skin, and the tiny lines at the corners of
his little bloodshot eyes that marked the pace at which he had lived as
truthfully as the rings on a tree-trunk tell of its quiet growth.

He caught up his long dressing-gown across his chest as though it were
a mantle, and with a quick glance to see that there were no other
witnesses to his deshabille, bent and kissed the woman's hand, and
taking it in his own stroked it gently.

"My dear Marie," he lisped, "it is like heaven to have you back with us
again.  We have felt your absence every hour.  Pray be seated, and
pardon my robe.  I saw you through the blinds and could not wait.  Tell
us the glorious news.  The Baron's good words I have already overheard;
I listened to them with great entertainment while I was dressing.  I
hoped he would say something discourteous or foolish, but he was quite
discreet until he told Erhaupt that he had kept back none of the money.
Then I lost interest.  Fiction is never so entertaining to me as the
truth and real people.  But tell us now of your mission and of all you
did; and whether successful or not, be assured you are most welcome."

The Countess Zara smiled at him doubtfully and crossed her hands in her
lap, glancing anxiously over her shoulder.

"I must be very brief, for Kalonay and Father Paul are close behind
me," she said.  "They only stopped for a moment at the custom-house.
Keep watch, Baron, and tell me when you see them coming."

Barrat moved his chair so that it faced the garden-path, the King
crossed his legs comfortably and wrapped his padded dressing-robe
closer around his slight figure, and Erhaupt stood leaning on the back
of his chair with his eyes fixed on the fine insolent beauty of the
woman before them.

She nodded her head toward the soldiers who sat at the entrance to the
terrace, as silent and immovable as blind beggars before a mosque.  "Do
they understand?" she asked.

"No," the King assured her.  "They understand nothing, but that they
are to keep people away from me--and they do it very well.  I wish I
could import them to Paris to help Niccolas fight off creditors.
Continue, we are most impatient."

"We left here last Sunday night, as you know," she said.  "We passed
Algiers the next morning and arrived off the island at mid-day,
anchoring outside in the harbor.  We flew the Royal Yacht Squadron's
pennant, and an owner's private signal that we invented on the way
down.  They sent me ashore in a boat, and Kalonay and Father Paul
continued on along the southern shore, where they have been making
speeches in all the coast-towns and exciting the people in favor of the
revolution.  I heard of them often while I was at the capital, but not
from them.  The President sent a company of carbineers to arrest them
the very night they returned and smuggled me on board the yacht again.
We put off as soon as I came over the side and sailed directly here.

"As soon as I landed on Tuesday I went to the Hotel de Messina, and
sent my card to the President.  He is that man Palaccio, the
hotel-keeper's son, the man you sent out of the country for writing
pamphlets against the monarchy, and who lived in Sicily during his
exile.  He gave me an audience at once, and I told my story.  As he
knew who I was, I explained that I had quarrelled with you, and that I
was now prepared to sell him the secrets of an expedition which you
were fitting out with the object of re-establishing yourself on the
throne.  He wouldn't believe that there was any such expedition, and
said it was blackmail, and threatened to give me to the police if I did
not leave the island in twenty-four hours--he was exceedingly rude.  So
I showed him receipts for ammunition and rifles and Maxim guns, and
copies of the oath of allegiance to the expedition, and papers of the
yacht, in which she was described as an armored cruiser, and he rapidly
grew polite, even humble, and I made him apologize first, and then take
me out to luncheon.  That was the first day.  The second day telegrams
began to come in from the coast-towns, saying that the Prince Kalonay
and Father Paul were preaching and exciting the people to rebellion,
and travelling from town to town in a man-of-war.  Then he was
frightened.  The Prince with his popularity in the south was alarming
enough, but the Prince and Father Superior to help him seemed to mean
the end of the Republic.

"I learned while I was down there that the people think the father put
some sort of a ban on every one who had anything to do with driving the
Dominican monks out of the island and with the destruction of the
monasteries.  I don't know whether he did or not, but they believe he
did, which is the same thing, and that superstitious little beast, the
President, certainly believed it; he attributed everything that had
gone wrong on the island to that cause.  Why, if a second cousin of the
wife of a brother of one of the men who helped to fire a church falls
off his horse and breaks his leg they say that he is under the curse of
the Father Superior, and there are many who believe the Republic will
never succeed until Paul returns and the Church is re-established.  The
Government seems to have kept itself well informed about your Majesty's
movements, and it has never felt any anxiety that you would attempt to
return, and it did not fear the Church party because it knew that
without you the priests could do nothing.  But when Paul, whom the
common people look upon as a living saint and martyr, returned hand in
hand with your man Friday, they were in a panic and felt sure the end
had come.  So the President called a hasty meeting of his Cabinet.  And
such a Cabinet!  I wish you could have seen them, Louis, with me in the
centre playing on them like an advocate before a jury.  They were the
most dreadful men I ever met, bourgeois and stupid and ugly to a
degree.  Two of them were commission-merchants, and one of them is old
Dr. Gustavanni, who kept the chemist's shop in the Piazza Royale.  They
were quite silly with fear, and they begged me to tell them how they
could avert the fall of the Republic and prevent your landing.  And I
said that it was entirely a question of money; that if we were paid
sufficiently the expedition would not land and we would leave them in
peace, but that----"

The King shifted his legs uneasily, and coughed behind his thin, pink

"That was rather indiscreet, was it not, Marie?" he murmured.  "The
idea was to make them think that I, at least, was sincere; was not that
it?  To make it appear that though there were traitors in his camp, the
King was in most desperate earnest?  If they believe that, you see, it
will allow me to raise another expedition as soon as the money we get
for this one is gone; but if you have let them know that I am the one
who is selling out, you have killed the goose that lays the golden
eggs.  They will never believe us when we cry wolf again----"

"You must let me finish," Zara interrupted.  "I did not involve you in
the least.  I said that there were traitors in the camp of whom I was
the envoy, and that if they would pay us 300,000 francs we would
promise to allow the expedition only to leave the yacht.  Their troops
could then make a show of attacking our landing-party and we would
raise the cry of `treachery' and retreat to the boats.  By this we
would accomplish two things,--we would satisfy those who, had
contributed funds toward the expedition that we had at least made an
honest effort, and your Majesty would be discouraged by such treachery
from ever attempting another attack.  The money was to be paid two
weeks later in Paris, to me or to whoever brings this ring that I wear.
The plan we finally agreed upon is this:  The yacht is to anchor off
Basnai next Thursday night.  At high tide, which is just about
daybreak, we are to lower our boats and land our men on that long beach
to the south of the break-water.  The troops of the Republic are to lie
hidden in the rocks until our men have formed.  Then they are to fire
over their heads, and we are to retreat in great confusion, return to
the yacht, and sail away.  Two weeks later they are to pay the money
into my hands, or," she added, with a smile, as she held up her fourth
finger, "to whoever brings this ring.  And I need not say that the ring
will not leave my finger."

There was a moment's pause, as though the men were waiting to learn if
she had more to tell, and then the King threw back his head and laughed
softly.  He saw Erhaupt's face above his shoulder, filled with the
amazement and indignation of a man who as a duellist and as a soldier
had shown a certain brute courage, and the King laughed again.

"What do you think of that, Colonel?" he cried, gayly.  "They are a
noble race, my late subjects."

"Bah!" exclaimed the German.  "I didn't know we were dealing with a
home for old women."

The Baron laughed comfortably.  "It is like taking money from a blind
beggar's hat," he said.

"Why, with two hundred men that I could pick up in London," Erhaupt
declared, contemptuously, "I would guarantee to put you on the throne
in a fortnight."

"Heaven forbid!" exclaimed his Majesty.  "So they surrendered as
quickly as that, did they?" he asked, nodding toward Madame Zara to

The Countess glanced again over her shoulder and bit her lips in some
chagrin.  Her eyes showed her disappointment.  "It may seem an easy
victory to you," she said, consciously, "but I doubt, knowing all the
circumstances, if any of your Majesty's gentlemen could have served you
as well.  It needed a woman and----"

"It needed a beautiful woman," interrupted the King, quickly, in a tone
that he would have used to a spoiled child.  "It needed a woman of
tact, a woman of courage, a woman among women--the Countess Zara.  Do
not imagine, Marie, that we undervalue your part.  It is their lack of
courage that distresses Colonel Erhaupt."

"One of them, it is true, did wish to fight," the Countess continued,
with a smile; "a Frenchman named Renauld, whom they have put in charge
of the army.  He scoffed at the whole expedition, but they told him
that a foreigner could not understand as they did the danger of the
popularity of the Prince Kolonay, who, by a speech or two among the
shepherds and fishermen, could raise an army."

The King snapped his fingers impatiently.

"An army of brigands and smugglers!" he exclaimed.  "That for his
popularity!"  But he instantly raised his hands as though in protest at
his own warmth of speech and in apology for his outbreak.

"His zeal will ruin us in time.  He is deucedly in the way," he
continued, in his usual tone of easy cynicism.  "We should have let him
into our plans from the first, and then if he chose to take no part in
them we would at least have had a free hand.  As it is now, we have
three different people to deceive: this Cabinet of shopkeepers, which
seems easy enough; Father Paul and his fanatics of the Church party;
and this apostle of the divine right of kings, Kalonay.  And he and the
good father are not fools----"

At these words Madame Zara glanced again toward the garden, and this
time with such evident uneasiness in her face that Barrat eyed her with
quick suspicion.

"What is it?" he asked, sharply.  "There is something you have not told

The woman looked at the King, and he nodded his head as though in
assent.  "I had to tell them who else was in the plot besides myself,"
she said, speaking rapidly.  "I had to give them the name of some man
who they knew would be able to do what I have promised we could do--who
could put a stop to the revolution.  The name I gave was

Barrat threw himself forward in his chair.

"Kalonay's?" he cried, incredulously.

"Kalonay's?" echoed Erhaupt.  "What madness, Madame!  Why name the only
one who is sincere?"

"She will explain," said the King, in an uneasy voice; "let her
explain.  She has acted according to my orders and for the best, but I
confess I----"

"Some one had to be sacrificed," returned the woman, boldly, "and why
not he?  Indeed, if we wish to save ourselves, there is every reason
that it should be he.  You know how mad he is for the King's return,
how he himself wishes to get back to the island and to his old position
there.  Why, God only knows, but it is so.  What pleasure he finds in a
land of mists and fogs, in a ruined castle with poachers and smuggling
fishermen for companions, I cannot comprehend.  But the fact remains,
he always speaks of it as home and he wishes to return.  And now,
suppose he learns the truth, as he may at any moment, and discovers
that the whole expedition for which he is staking his soul and life is
a trick, a farce; that we use it only as a bait to draw money from the
old nobility, and to frighten the Republic into paying us to leave them
in peace?  How do we know what he might not do?  He may tell the whole
of Europe.  He may turn on you and expose you, and then what have we
left?  It is your last chance.  It is our last chance.  We have tried
everything else, and we cannot show ourselves in Europe, at least not
without money in our hands.  But by naming Kalonay I have managed it so
that we have only to show the written agreement I have made with the
Republic and he is silenced.  In it they have promised to pay the
Prince Kalonay, naming him in full, 300,000 francs if the expedition is
withdrawn.  That agreement is in my hands, and that is our answer to
whatever he may think or say.  Our word is as good as his, or as bad;
we are all of the same party as far as Europe cares, and it becomes a
falling out among thieves, and we are equal."

Baron Barrat leaned forward and marked each word with a movement of his

"Do I understand you to say," he asked, "that you have a paper signed
by the Republic agreeing to pay 300,000 francs to Kalonay?  Then how
are we to get it?" he demanded, incredulously.  "From him?"

"It is made payable to him," continued the woman, "or to whoever brings
this ring I wear to the banking-house of the Schlevingens two weeks
after the expedition has left the island.  I explained that clause to
them by saying that Kalonay and I were working together against the
King, and as he might be suspicious if we were both to leave him so
soon after the failure of the expedition we would be satisfied if they
gave the money to whichever one first presented the ring.  Suppose I
had said," she went on, turning to the King, "that it was either Barrat
or the Colonel here who had turned traitor.  They know the Baron of
old, when he was Chamberlain and ran your roulette wheel at the palace.
They know he is not the man to turn back an expedition.  And the
Colonel, if he will pardon me, has sold his services so often to one
side or another that it would have been difficult to make them believe
that this time he is sincere.  But Kalonay, the man they fear most next
to your Majesty--to have him turn traitor, why, that was a master
stroke.  Even those boors, stupid as they are, saw that.  When they
made out the agreement they put down all his titles, and laughed as
they wrote them in.  `Prince Judas' they called him, and they were in
ecstasies at the idea of the aristocrat suing for blood-money against
his sovereign, of the man they feared showing himself to be only a
common blackmailer.  It delighted them to find a prince royal sunk
lower than themselves, this man who has treated them like curs--like
the curs they are," she broke out suddenly--"like the curs they are!"

She rose and laughed uneasily as though at her own vehemence.

"I am tired," she said, avoiding the King's eyes; "the trip has tired
me.  If you will excuse me, I will go to my rooms--through your
hall-way, if I may."

"Most certainly," said the King.  "I trust you will be rested by
dinner-time.  Au revoir, my fair ambassadrice."

The woman nodded and smiled back at him brightly, and Louis continued
to look after her as she disappeared down the corridor.  He rubbed the
back of his fingers across his lips, and thoughtfully examined his

"I wonder," he said, after a pause, looking up at Barrat.  The Baron
raised his eyebrows with a glance of polite interrogation.

"I wonder if Kalonay dared to make love to her on the way down."

The Baron's face became as expressionless as a death-mask, and he
shrugged his shoulders in protest.

"--Or did she make love to Kalonay?" the King insisted, laughing
gently.  "I wonder now.  I do not care to know, but I wonder."

According to tradition the Kalonay family was an older one than that of
the House of Artois, and its name had always been the one next in
importance to that of the reigning house.  The history of Messina
showed that different members of the Kalonay family had fought and died
for different kings of Artois, and had enjoyed their favor and shared
their reverses with equal dignity, and that they had stood like a
rampart when the kingdom was invaded by the levelling doctrines of
Republicanism and equality.  And though the Kalonays were men of
stouter stuff than their cousins of Artois, they had never tried to
usurp their place, but had set an example to the humblest shepherd of
unfailing loyalty and good-will to the King and his lady.  The Prince
Kalonay, who had accompanied the Dominican monk to Messina, was the
last of his race, and when Louis IV. had been driven off the island, he
had followed his sovereign into exile as a matter of course, and with
his customary good-humor.  His estates, in consequence of this step,
had been taken up by the Republic, and Kalonay had accepted the loss
philosophically as the price one pays for loving a king.  He found
exile easy to bear in Paris, and especially so as he had never
relinquished the idea that some day the King would return to his own
again.  So firmly did he believe in this, and so keenly was his heart
set upon it, that Louis had never dared to let him know that for
himself exile in Paris and the Riviera was vastly to be preferred to
authority over a rocky island hung with fogs, and inhabited by dull
merchants and fierce banditti.

The conduct of the King during their residence in Paris would have
tried the loyalty of one less gay and careless than Kalonay, for he was
a sorry monarch, and if the principle that "the King can do no wrong"
had not been bred in the young Prince's mind, he would have deserted
his sovereign in the early days of their exile.  But as it was, he made
excuses for him to others and to himself, and served the King's idle
purposes so well that he gained for himself the name of the King's
jackal, and there were some who regarded him as little better than the
King's confidential blackguard, and man Friday, the weakest if the most
charming of his court of adventurers.

At the first hint which the King gave of his desire to place himself
again in power, Kalonay had ceased to be his Jackal and would have
issued forth as a commander-in-chief, had the King permitted him; but
it was not to Louis's purpose that the Prince should know the real
object of the expedition, so he assigned its preparation to Erhaupt,
and despatched Kalonay to the south of the island.  At the same time
Madame Zara had been sent to the north of the island, ostensibly to
sound the sentiment of the old nobility, but in reality to make capital
out of the presence there of Kalonay and Father Paul.

The King rose hurriedly when the slim figure of the Prince and the
broad shoulders and tonsured head of the monk appeared at the farthest
end of the garden-walk.

"They are coming!" he cried, with a guilty chuckle; "so I shall run
away and finish dressing.  I leave you to receive the first shock of
Kalonay's enthusiasm alone.  I confess he bores me.  Remember, the
story Madame Zara told them in the yacht is the one she told us this
morning, that none of the old royalists at the capital would promise us
any assistance.  Be careful now, and play your parts prettily.  We are
all terribly in earnest."

Kalonay's enthusiasm had not spent itself entirely before the King
returned.  He had still a number of amusing stories to tell, and he
reviewed the adventures of the monk and himself with such vivacity and
humor that the King nodded his head in delight, and even the priest
smiled indulgently at the recollection.

Kalonay had seated himself on one of the tables, with his feet on a
chair and with a cigarette burning between his fingers.  He was a
handsome, dark young man of thirty, with the impulsive manner of a boy.
Dissipation had left no trace on his face, and his eyes were as
innocent of evil and as beautiful as a girl's, and as eloquent as his
tongue.  "May the Maria Santissima pity the girls they look upon," his
old Spanish nurse used to say of them.  But Kalonay had shown pity for
every one save himself.  His training at an English public school, and
later as a soldier in the Ecole Polytechnique at Paris, had saved him
from a too early fall, and men liked him instinctively, and the women
much too well.

"It was good to be back there again," he cried, with a happy sigh.  "It
was good to see the clouds following each other across the old
mountains and throwing black shadows on the campagna, and to hear the
people's patois and to taste Messinian wine again and to know it was
from your own hillside.  All our old keepers came down to the coast to
meet us, and told me about the stag-hunt the week before, and who was
married, and who was in jail, and who had been hanged for shooting a
customs officer, and they promised fine deer stalking if I get back
before the snow leaves the ridges, for they say the deer have not been
hunted and are running wild." He stopped and laughed.  "I forgot," he
said, "your Majesty does not care for the rude pleasures of my half of
the island."  Kalonay threw away his cigarette, clasping his hands
before him with a sudden change of manner.

"But seriously," he cried, "as I have been telling them--I wish your
Majesty could have heard the offers they made us, and could have seen
the tears running down their faces when we assured them that you would
return.  I wished a thousand times that we had brought you with us.
With you at our head we can sweep the island from one end to the other.
We will gather strength and force as we go, as a landslide grows, and
when we reach the capital we will strike it like a human avalanche.

"And I wish you could have heard him speak," Kalonay cried, his
enthusiasm rising as he turned and pointed with his hand at the priest.
"There is the leader!  He made my blood turn hot with his speeches, and
when he had finished I used to find myself standing on my tiptoes and
shouting with the rest.  Without him I could have done nothing.  They
knew me too well; but the laziest rascals in the village came to
welcome him again, and the women and men wept before him and brought
their children to be blessed, and fell on their knees and kissed his
sandals.  It was like the stories they tell you when you are a child.
He made us sob with regret and he filled us with fresh resolves.  Oh,
it is very well for you to smile, you old cynics," he cried, smiling at
his own fervor, "but I tell you, I have lived since I saw you last!"

The priest stood silent with his hands hidden inside his great sleeves,
and his head rising erect and rigid from his cowl.  The eyes of the men
were turned upon him curiously, and he glanced from one to the other,
as though mistrusting their sympathy.

"It was not me--it was the Church they came to welcome.  The fools," he
cried bitterly, "they thought they could destroy the faith of the
people by banishing the servants of the Church.  As soon end a mother's
love for her children by putting an ocean between them.  For six years
those peasants have been true.  I left them faithful, I returned to
find them faithful.  And now--" he concluded, looking steadily at the
King as though to hold him to account, "and now they are to have their

The King bowed his head gravely in assent.  "They are to have their
reward," he repeated.  He rose and with a wave of his hand invited the
priest to follow him, and they walked together to the other end of the
terrace.  When they were out of hearing of the others the King seated
himself, and the priest halted beside his chair.

"I wish to speak with you, father," Louis said, "concerning this young
American girl, Miss Carson, who has promised to help us--to help
you--with her money.  Has she said yet how much she means to give us,"
asked the King, "and when she means to let us have it?  It is a
delicate matter, and I do not wish to urge the lady, but we are really
greatly in need of money.  Baron Barrat, who arrived from Paris this
morning, brings back no substantial aid, although the sympathy of the
old nobility, he assures me, is with us.  Sympathy, however, does not
purchase Maxim guns, nor pay for rations, and Madame Zara's visit to
the capital was, as you know, even less successful."

"Your Majesty has seen Miss Carson, then?" the priest asked.

"Yes, her mother and she have been staying at the Continental ever
since they followed you here from Paris, and I have seen her once or
twice during your absence.  The young lady seems an earnest daughter of
our faith, and she is deeply in sympathy with our effort to
re-establish your order and the influence of the Church upon the
island.  I have explained to her that the only way in which the Church
can regain her footing there is through my return to the throne, and
Miss Carson has hinted that she is willing to make even a larger
contribution than the one she first mentioned.  If she means to do
this, it would be well if she did it at once."

"Perhaps I have misunderstood her," said the priest, after a moment's
consideration; "but I thought the sum she meant to contribute was to be
given only after the monarchy has been formally established, and that
she wished whatever she gave to be used exclusively in rebuilding the
churches and the monastery.  I do not grudge it to your Majesty's
purpose, but so I understood her."

"Ah, that is quite possible," returned Louis, easily; "it may be that
she did so intend at first, but since I have talked with her she has
shown a willing disposition to aid us not only later, but now.  My
success means your success," he continued, smiling pleasantly as he
rose to his feet, "so I trust you will urge her to be prompt.  She
seems to have unlimited resources in her own right.  Do you happen to
know from whence her money comes?"

"Her mother told me," said the priest, "that Mr. Carson before his
death owned mines and railroads.  They live in California, near the
Mission of Saint Francis.  I have written concerning them to the Father
Superior there, and he tells me that Mr. Carson died a very rich man,
and that he was a generous servant of the Church.  His daughter has but
just inherited her father's fortune, and her one idea of using it is to
give it to the Church, as he would have done."

The priest paused and seemed to consider what the King had just told
him.  "I will speak with her," he said, "and ask her aid as fully as
she can give it.  May I inquire how far your Majesty has taken her into
our plans?"

"Miss Carson is fully informed," the King replied briefly.  "And if you
wish to speak with her you can see her now; she and her mother are
coming to breakfast with me to hear the account of your visit to the
island.  You can speak with her then--and, father," the King added,
lowering his eyes and fingering the loose sleeve of the priest's robe,
"it would be well, I think, to have this presentation of the young
nobles immediately after the luncheon, while Miss Carson is still
present.  We might even make a little ceremony of it, and so show her
that she is fully in our confidence--that she is one of our most valued
supporters.  It might perhaps quicken her interest in the cause."

"I see no reason why that should not be," said the priest,
thoughtfully, turning his eyes to the sea below them.  "Madame Zara,"
he added, without moving his eyes, "will not be present."

The King straightened himself slightly, and for a brief moment of time
looked at the priest in silence, but the monk continued to gaze
steadily at the blue waters.

"Madame Zara will not be present," the King repeated, coldly.

"There are a few fishermen and mountaineers, your Majesty," the priest
continued, turning an unconscious countenance to the King, "who came
back with us from the island.  They come as a deputation to inform your
Majesty of the welcome that waits you, and I have promised them an
audience.  If you will pardon me I would suggest that you receive these
honest people at the same time with the others, and that his Highness
the Crown Prince be also present, and that he receive them with you.
Their anxiety to see him is only second to their desire to speak to
your Majesty.  You will find some of your most loyal subjects among
these men.  Their forefathers have been faithful to your house and to
the Church for many generations."

"Excellent," said the King; "I shall receive them immediately after the
deputation from Paris.  Consult with Baron Barrat and Kalonay, please,
about the details.  I wish either Kalonay or yourself to make the
presentation.  I see Miss Carson and her mother coming.  After
luncheon, then, at, say, three o'clock--will that be satisfactory?"

"As your Majesty pleases," the priest answered, and with a bow he
strode across the terrace to where Kalonay stood watching them.


Mrs. Carson and her daughter came from the hotel to the terrace through
the hallway which divided the King's apartments.  Baron Barrat preceded
them and they followed in single file, Miss Carson walking first.  It
was a position her mother always forced upon her, and after people grew
to know them they accepted it as illustrating Mrs. Carson's confidence
in her daughter's ability to care for herself, as well as her own wish
to remain in the background.

Patricia Carson, as she was named after her patron saint, or "Patty"
Carson, as she was called more frequently, was an exceedingly pretty
girl.  She was tall and fair, with a smile that showed such confidence
in everyone she met that few could find the courage to undeceive her by
being themselves, and it was easier, in the face of such an appeal as
her eyes made to the best in every one, for each to act a part while he
was with her.  She was young, impressionable, and absolutely
inexperienced.  As a little girl she had lived on a great ranch, where
she could gallop from sunrise to sunset over her own prairie land, and
later her life had been spent in a convent outside of Paris.  She had
but two great emotions, her love for her father and for the Church
which had nursed her.  Her father's death had sanctified him and given
him a place in her heart that her mother could not hold, and when she
found herself at twenty-one the mistress of a great fortune, her one
idea as to the disposal of it was to do with it what would best please
him and the Church which had been the ruling power in the life of both
of them.  She was quite unconscious of her beauty, and her mode of
speaking was simple and eager.

She halted as she came near the King, and resting her two hands on the
top of her lace parasol, nodded pleasantly to him and to the others.
She neither courtesied nor offered him her hand, but seemed to prefer
this middle course, leaving them to decide whether she acted as she did
from ignorance or from choice.

As the King stepped forward to greet her mother, Miss Carson passed him
and moved on to where the Father Superior stood apart from the others,
talking earnestly with the Prince.  What he was saying was of an
unwelcome nature, for Kalonay's face wore an expression of boredom and
polite protest which changed instantly to one of delight when he saw
Miss Carson.  The girl hesitated and made a deep obeisance to the

"I am afraid I interrupt you," she said.

"Not at all," Kalonay assured her, laughing.  "It is a most welcome
interruption.  The good father has been finding fault with me, as
usual, and I am quite willing to change the subject."

The priest smiled kindly on the girl, and while he exchanged some words
of welcome with her, Kalonay brought up one of the huge wicker chairs,
and she seated herself with her back to the others, facing the two men,
who stood leaning against the broad balustrade.  They had been
fellow-conspirators sufficiently long for them to have grown to know
each other well, and the priest, so far from regarding her as an
intruder, hailed her at once as a probable ally, and endeavored to
begin again where he had ceased speaking.

"Do you not agree with me, Miss Carson?" he asked.  "I am telling the
Prince that zeal is not enough, and that high ideals, unless they are
accompanied by good conduct, are futile.  I want him to change, to be
more sober, more strict----"

"Oh, you must not ask me," Miss Carson said, hurriedly, smiling and
shaking her head.  "We are working for only one thing, are we not?
Beyond that you know nothing of me, and I know nothing of you.  I came
to hear of your visit," she continued; "am I to be told anything?" she
asked, eagerly, looking from one to the other.  "It has been such an
anxious two weeks.  We imagined all manner of things had happened to

Kalonay laughed happily.  "The Father was probably never safer in his
life," he said.  "They took us to their hearts like brothers.  They
might have suffocated us with kindness, but we were in no other danger."

"Then you are encouraged, Father?" she asked, turning to the priest.
"You found them loyal?  Your visit was all you hoped, you can depend
upon them?"

"We can count upon them absolutely," the monk assured her.  "We shall
start on our return voyage at once, in a day, as soon as his Majesty
gives the word."

"There are so many things I want to know," the girl said; "but I have
no right to ask," she added, looking up at him doubtfully.

"You have every right," the monk answered.  "You have certainly earned
it.  Without the help you gave us we could not have moved.  You have
been more than generous----"

Miss Carson interrupted him with an impatient lifting of her head.
"That sort of generosity is nothing," she said.  "With you men it is
different.  You are all risking something.  You are actually helping,
while I must sit still and wait.  I hope, Father," she said, smiling,
"it is not wrong for me to wish I were a man."

"Wrong!" exclaimed Kalonay, in a tone of mock dismay; "of course it's
wrong.  It's wicked."

The monk turned and looked coldly over his shoulder at Kalonay, and the
Prince laughed.

"I beg your pardon," he said, "but we are told to be contented with our
lot," he argued, impenitently.  "`He only is a slave who complains,'
and that is true even if a heretic did say it."

The monk shook his head and turned again to Miss Carson with a tolerant

"He is very young," he said, as though Kalonay did not hear him, "and
wild and foolish--and yet," he added, doubtfully, "I find I love the
boy."  He regarded the young man with a kind but impersonal scrutiny,
as though he were a picture or a statue.  "Sometimes I imagine he is
all I might have been," he said, "had not God given me the strength to
overcome myself.  He has never denied himself in anything; he is as
wilful and capricious as a girl.  He makes a noble friend, Miss Carson,
and a generous enemy; but he is spoiled irretrievably by good fortune
and good living and good health."  The priest looked at the young man
with a certain sad severity.  "`Unstable as water, thou shalt not
excel,'" he said.

The girl, in great embarrassment, turned her head away, glancing from
the ocean to the sky; but Kalonay seated himself coolly on the broad
balustrade of the terrace with his hands on his hips, and his heels
resting on the marble tiling, and clicked the soles of his boots

"Oh, I have had my bad days, too, Father," he said.  He turned his head
on one side, and pressed his lips together, looking down.

"Unstable as water--that is quite possible," he said, with an air of
consideration; "but spoiled by good fortune--oh, no, that is not fair.
Do you call it good fortune, sir," he laughed, "to be an exile at
twenty-eight?  Is it good fortune to be too poor to pay your debts, and
too lazy to work; to be the last of a great name, and to have no chance
to add to the glory of it, and no means to keep its dignity fresh and
secure?  Do you fancy I like to see myself drifting farther and farther
away from the old standards and the old traditions; to have English
brewers and German Jew bankers taking the place I should have, buying
titles with their earnings and snubbing me because I can only hunt when
someone gives me a mount, and because I choose to take a purse instead
of a cup when we shoot at Monte Carlo?"

"What child's talk is this?" interrupted the priest, angrily.  "A
thousand horses cannot make a man noble, nor was poverty ever ignoble.
You talk like a weak boy.  Every word you say is your own condemnation.
Why should you complain?  Your bed is of your own making.  The other
prodigal was forced to herd with the swine--you have chosen to herd
with them."

The girl straightened herself and half rose from her chair.

"You are boring Miss Carson with my delinquencies," said the Prince,
sternly.  His face was flushed, and he did not look either at the girl
or at the priest.

"But the prodigal's father?" said Miss Carson, smiling at the older
man.  "Did he stand over him and upbraid him?  You remember, he went to
meet him when he was yet a great way off.  That was it, was it not,

"Of course he did," cried Kalonay, laughing like a boy, and slipping
lightly to the terrace.  "He met him half way and gave him the best he
had."  He stepped to Miss Carson's side and the two young people moved
away smiling, and the priest, seeing that they were about to escape
him, cried eagerly, "But that prodigal had repented.  This one----"

"Let's run," cried the Prince.  "He will get the best of us if we stay.
He always gets the best of me.  He has been abusing me that way for two
weeks now, and he is always sorry afterward.  Let us leave him alone to
his sorrow and remorse."

Kalonay walked across the terrace with Miss Carson, bending above her
with what would have seemed to an outsider almost a proprietary right.
She did not appear to notice it, but looked at him frankly and listened
to what he had to say with interest.  He was speaking rapidly, and as
he spoke he glanced shyly at her as though seeking her approbation, and
not boldly, as he was accustomed to do when he talked with either men
or women.  To look at her with admiration was such a cheap form of
appreciation, and one so distasteful to her, that had he known it,
Kalonay's averted eyes were more of a compliment than any words he
could have spoken.  His companions who had seen him with other women
knew that his manner to her was not his usual manner, and that he gave
her something he did not give to the others; that he was more discreet
and less ready, and less at ease.

The Prince Kalonay had first met Miss Carson and her mother by chance
in Paris, at the rooms of Father Paul, where they had each gone on the
same errand, and since that meeting his whole manner toward the two
worlds in which he lived had altered so strangely that mere
acquaintances noticed the change.

Before he had met her, the little the priest had said concerning her
and her zeal for their common desire had piqued his curiosity, and his
imagination had been aroused by the picture of a romantic young woman
giving her fortune to save the souls of the people of Messina; his
people whom he regarded and who regarded him less as a feudal lord than
as a father and a comrade.  He had pictured her as a nervous, angular
woman with a pale, ascetic face, and with the restless eyes of an
enthusiast, dressed in black and badly dressed, and with a severe and
narrow intelligence.  But he had prepared himself to forgive her
personality, for the sake of the high and generous impulse that
inspired her.  And when he was presented to her as she really was, and
found her young, lovable, and nobly fair, the shock of wonder and
delight had held him silent during the whole course of her interview
with the priest, and when she had left them his brain was in a tumult
and was filled with memories of her words and gestures, and of the
sweet fearlessness of her manner.  Beautiful women he had known before
as beautiful women, but the saving grace in his nature had never before
been so deeply roused by what was fine as well as beautiful.  It seemed
as though it were too complete and perfect.  For he assured himself
that she possessed everything--those qualities which he had never
valued before because he believed them to be unattainable, and those
others which he had made his idols.  She was with him, mind and heart
and soul, in the one desire of his life that he took seriously; she was
of his religion, she was more noble than his noble sisters, and she was
more beautiful than the day.  In the first glow of the meeting it
seemed to him as though fate had called them to do this work
together,--she from the far shore of the Pacific, and he from his rocky
island in the Middle Sea.  And he saw with cruel distinctness, that if
there were one thing wanting, it was himself.  He worshipped her before
he had bowed his first good-by to her, and that night he walked for
miles up and down the long lengths of the avenue of the Champs-Elysees,
facing the great change that she had brought into his life, but knowing
himself to be utterly unfit for her coming.  He felt like an unworthy
steward caught at his master's return unprepared, with ungirt loins,
and unlighted lamp.  Nothing he had done since he was a child gave him
the right to consider himself her equal.  He was not blinded by the
approaches which other daughters and the mothers of daughters had made
him.  He knew that what was enough to excuse many things in their eyes
might find no apology in hers.  He looked back with the awakening of a
child at the irrevocable acts in his life that could not be altered nor
dug up nor hidden away.  They marked the road he had trodden like heavy
milestones, telling his story to every passer-by.  She could read them,
as everyone else could read them.  He had wasted his substance, he had
bartered his birthright for a moment's pleasure; there was no one so
low and despicable who could not call him comrade, to whom he had not
given himself without reserve.  There was nothing left, and now the one
thing he had ever wanted had come, and had found him like a bankrupt,
his credit wasted and his coffers empty.  He had placed himself at the
beck and call of every idle man and woman in Paris, and he was as
common as the great clock-face that hangs above the boulevards.

Miss Carson's feelings toward Kalonay were not of her own choosing, and
had passed through several stages.  When they had first met she had
thought it most sad that so careless and unprincipled a person should
chance to hold so important a part in the task she had set herself to
do.  She knew his class only by hearsay, but she placed him in it, and,
accordingly, at once dismissed him as a person from her mind.  Kalonay
had never shown her that he loved her, except by those signs which any
woman can read and which no man can conceal; but he did not make love
to her, and it was that which first prepossessed her in his favor.  One
or two other men who knew of her fortune, and to whom she had given as
little encouragement as she had to Kalonay, had been less considerate.
But his attitude toward her was always that of a fellow-worker in the
common cause.  He treated her with a gratitude for the help she meant
to give his people which much embarrassed her.  His seriousness pleased
her with him, seeing, as she did, that it was not his nature to be
serious, and his enthusiasm and love for his half-civilized countrymen
increased her interest in them, and her liking for him.  She could not
help but admire the way in which he accepted, without forcing her to
make it any plainer, the fact that he held no place in her thoughts.
And then she found that he began to hold more of a place in her
thoughts than she had supposed any man could hold of whom she knew so
little, and of whom the little she knew was so ill.  She missed him
when she went to the priest's and found that he had not sent for
Kalonay to bear his part in their councils; and at times she felt an
unworthy wish to hear Kalonay speak the very words she had admired him
for keeping from her.  And at last she learned the truth that she did
love him, and it frightened her, and made her miserable and happy.
They had not seen each other since he had left Paris for Messina, and
though they spoke now only of his mission to the island, there was back
of what they said the joy for each of them of being together again and
of finding that it meant so much.  What it might mean to the other,
neither knew.

For some little time the King followed the two young people with his
eyes, and then joined them, making signs to Kalonay that he wished him
to leave them together; but Kalonay remained blind to his signals, and
Barrat, seeing that it was not a tete-a-tete, joined them also.  When
he did so Kalonay asked the King for a word, and laying his hand upon
his arm walked with him down the terrace, pointing ostensibly to where
the yacht lay in the harbor.  Louis answered his pantomime with an
appropriate gesture, and then asked, sharply, "Well, what is it?  Why
did you bring me here?  And what do you mean by staying on when you see
you are not wanted?"

They were some distance from the others.  Kalonay smiled and made a
slight bow.  "Your Majesty," he began, with polite emphasis.  The King
looked at him curiously.

"In the old days under similar circumstances," the Prince continued,
with the air of a courtier rather than that of an equal, "had I thought
of forming an alliance by marriage, I should have come to your Majesty
first and asked your gracious approval.  But those days are past, and
we are living at the end of the century; and we do such things
differently."  He straightened himself and returned the King's look of
amused interest with one as cynical as his own.  "What I wanted to tell
you, Louis," he said, quietly, "is that I mean to ask Miss Carson to
become the Princess Kalonay."

The King raised his head quickly and stared at the younger man with a
look of distaste and surprise.  He gave an incredulous laugh.

"Indeed?" he said at last.  "There was always something about rich
women you could never resist."

The Prince made his acknowledgment with a shrug of his shoulders and
smiled indifferently.

"I didn't expect you to understand," he said.  "It does seem odd; it's
quite as difficult for me to understand as for you.  I have been
through it a great many times, and I thought I knew all there was of
it.  But now it seems different.  No, it does not seem different," he
corrected himself; "it is different, and I love the lady and I mean to
ask her to do me the honor to marry me.  I didn't expect you to
understand, I don't care if you do.  I only wanted to warn you."

"Warn me?" interrupted the King, with an unpleasant smile.  "Indeed!
against what?  Your tone is a trifle peremptory--but you are
interesting, most interesting!  Kalonay in a new role, Kalonay in love!
Most interesting!  Warn me against what?" he repeated sharply.

"Your Majesty has a certain manner," the Prince began, with a pretence
of hesitation, "a charm of manner, I might say, which is proverbial.
It is, we know, attractive to women.  Every woman acknowledges it.  But
your Majesty is sometimes too gracious.  He permits himself to
condescend to many women, to any woman, to women of all classes----"

"That will do," said the King; "what do you mean?"

"What I mean is this," said Kalonay, lowering his voice and looking
into the King's half-closed eyes.  "You can have all of Miss Carson's
money you want--all you can get.  I don't want it.  If I am to--marry
her at all, I am not marrying her for her money.  You can't believe
that.  It isn't essential that you should.  But I want you to leave the
woman I hope to make my wife alone.  I will allow no pretty speeches,
nor royal attentions.  She can give her money where she pleases, now
and always; but I'll not have her eyes opened to--as you can open them.
I will not have her annoyed.  And if she is----"

"Ah, and if she is?" challenged the King.  His eyes were wide apart now
and his lips were parted and drawn back from his teeth, like a snarling

"I shall hold whoever annoys her responsible," Kalonay concluded,

There was a moment's pause, during which the two men stood regarding
each other warily.

Then the King stiffened his shoulders and placed his hands slowly
behind his back.  "That sounds, my dear Kalonay," he said, "almost like
a threat."

The younger man laughed insolently.  "I meant it, too, your Majesty,"
he answered, bowing mockingly and backing away.

As the King's guests seated themselves at his breakfast-table Louis
smiled upon them with a gracious glance of welcome and approval.  His
manner was charmingly condescending, and in his appearance there was
nothing more serious than an anxiety for their better entertainment and
a certain animal satisfaction in the food upon his plate.

In reality his eyes were distributing the people at the table before
him into elements favorable or unfavorable to his plans, and in his
mind he shuffled them and their values for him or against him as a
gambler arranges and rearranges the cards in his hand.  He saw himself
plainly as his own highest card, and Barrat and Erhaupt as willing but
mediocre accomplices.  In Father Paul and Kalonay he recognized his
most powerful allies or most dangerous foes.  Miss Carson meant nothing
to him but a source from which he could draw the sinews of war.  What
would become of her after the farce was ended, he did not consider.  He
was not capable of comprehending either her or her motives, and had he
concerned himself about her at all, he would have probably thought that
she was more of a fool than the saint she pretended to be, and that she
had come to their assistance more because she wished to be near a
Prince and a King than because she cared for the souls of sixty
thousand peasants.  That she would surely lose her money, and could
hardly hope to escape from them without losing her good name, did not
concern him.  It was not his duty to look after the reputation of any
American heiress who thought she could afford to be unconventional.
She had a mother to do that for her, and she was pretty enough, he
concluded, to excuse many things,--so pretty that he wondered if he
might brave the Countess Zara and offer Miss Carson the attentions to
which Kalonay had made such arrogant objections.  The King smiled at
the thought, and let his little eyes fall for a moment on the tall
figure of the girl with its crown of heavy golden hair, and on her
clever, earnest eyes.  She was certainly worth waiting for, and in the
meanwhile she was virtually unprotected and surrounded by his own
people.  According to his translation of her acts, she had already
offered him every encouragement, and had placed herself in a position
which to his understanding of the world could have but one
interpretation.  What Kalonay's sudden infatuation might mean he could
not foresee; whether it promised good or threatened evil, he could only
guess, but he decided that the young man's unwonted show of
independence of the morning must be punished.  His claim to exclusive
proprietorship in the young girl struck the King as amusing, but
impertinent.  It would be easy sailing in spite of all, he decided; for
somewhere up above them in the hotel sat the unbidden guest, the woman
against whom Father Paul had raised the ban of expulsion, but who had,
nevertheless, tricked both him and the faithful Jackal.

The breakfast was drawing to an end and the faithful Niccolas was the
only servant remaining in the room.  The talk had grown intimate and
touched openly upon the successful visit of the two ambassadors to the
island, and of Barrat's mission to Paris.  Of Madame Zara's visit to
the northern half of the island, which was supposed to have been less
successful, no mention was made.

Louis felt as he listened to them like a man at a play, who knows that
at a word from him the complications would cease, and that were he to
rise in the stalls and explain them away, and point out the real hero
and denounce the villain, the curtain would have to ring down on the
instant.  He gave a little purr of satisfaction, and again marshalled
his chances before him and smiled to find them good.  He was grandly at
peace with himself and with the world.  Whatever happened, he was
already richer by some 300,000 francs, and in a day, if he could keep
the American girl to her expedition had been played he would be
free,--free to return to his clubs and to his boulevards and boudoirs,
with money enough to silence the most insolent among his creditors, and
with renewed credit; with even a certain glamour about him of one who
had dared to do, even though he had failed in the doing, who had shaken
off the slothfulness of ease and had chosen to risk his life for his
throne with a smoking rifle in his hand, until a traitor had turned
fortune against him.

The King was amused to find that this prospect pleased him vastly.  He
was surprised to discover that, careless as he thought himself to be to
public opinion, he was still capable of caring for its approbation; but
he consoled himself for this weakness by arguing that it was only
because the approbation would be his by a trick that it pleased him to
think of.  Perhaps some of his royal cousins, in the light of his bold
intent, might take him under their protection instead of neglecting him
shamefully, as they had done in the past.  His armed expedition might
open certain doors to him; his name--and he smiled grimly as he
imagined it--would ring throughout Europe as the Soldier King, as the
modern disciple of the divine right of kings.  He saw, in his mind's
eye, even the possibility of a royal alliance and a pension from one of
the great Powers.  No matter where he looked he could see nothing but
gain to himself, more power for pleasure, more chances of greater
fortune in the future, and while his lips assented to what the others
said, and his eyes thanked them for some expression of loyalty or
confidence, he saw himself in dreams as bright as an absinthe
drinker's, back in his beloved Paris: in the Champs-Elysees behind fine
horses, lolling from a silk box at the opera, dealing baccarat at the
jockey Club, or playing host to some beautiful woman of the hour, in
the new home he would establish for her in the discreet and leafy
borders of the Bois.

He had forgotten his guests and the moment.  He had forgotten that
there were difficulties yet to overcome, and with a short, indrawn sigh
of pleasure, he threw back his head and smiled arrogantly upon the
sunny terrace and the green palms and the brilliant blue sea, as though
he challenged the whole beautiful world before him to do aught but
minister to his success and contribute to his pleasures.

And at once, as though in answer to his challenge, a tall, slim young
man sprang lightly up the steps of the terrace, passed the bewildered
guards with a cheery nod, and, striding before the open windows,
knocked with his fist upon the portals of the door, as sharply and as
confidently as though the King's shield had hung there, and he had
struck it with a lance.

The King's dream shattered and faded away at the sound, and he moved
uneasily in his chair.  He had the gambler's superstitious regard for
trifles, and this invasion of his privacy by a confident stranger
filled him with sudden disquiet.

He saw Kalonay staring at the open windows with an expression of
astonishment and dismay.

"Who is it?" the King asked, peevishly.  "What are you staring at?  How
did he get in?"

Kalonay turned on Barrat, sitting at his right.  "Did you see him?" he
asked.  Barrat nodded gloomily.

"The devil!" exclaimed the Prince, as though Barrat had confirmed his
guess.  "I beg your pardon," he said, nodding his head toward the
women.  He pushed back his chair and stood irresolutely with his napkin
in his hand.  "Tell him we are not in, Niccolas," he commanded.

"He saw us as he passed the window," the Baron objected.

"Say we are at breakfast then.  I will see him myself in a moment.
What shall I tell him?" he asked, turning to Barrat.  "Do you think he
knows?  He must know, they have told him in Paris."

"You are keeping us waiting," said the King.  "What is it?  Who is this

"An American named Gordon.  He is a correspondent," Kalonay answered,
without turning his head.  His eyes were still fixed on the terrace as
though he had seen a ghost.

The King slapped his hand on the arm of the chair.  "You promised me,"
he said, "that we should be free from that sort of thing.  That is why
I agreed to come here instead of going to Algiers.  Go out, Barrat, and
send him away."

Barrat pressed his lips together and shook his head.

"You can't send him away like that," he said.  "He is a very important
young man."

"Find out how much he will take, then," exclaimed the King, angrily,
"and give it to him.  I can better afford to pay blackmail to any
amount than have my plans spoiled now by the newspapers.  Give him what
he wants--a fur coat--they always wear fur coats--or five thousand
francs, or something--anything--but get rid of him."

Barrat stirred uneasily in his chair and shrugged his shoulders.  "He
is not a boulevard journalist," he replied, sulkily.

"Your Majesty is thinking of the Hungarian Jews at Vienna," explained
Kalonay, "who live on chantage and the Monte Carlo propaganda fund.
This man is not in their class; he is not to be bought.  I said he was
an American."

"An American!" exclaimed Mrs. Carson and her daughter, exchanging rapid
glances.  "Is it Archie Gordon you mean?" the girl asked.  "I thought
he was in China."

"That is the man--Archie Gordon.  He writes books and explores places,"
Kalonay answered.

"I know him.  He wrote a book on the slave trade in the Congo,"
contributed Colonel Erhaupt.  "I met him at Zanzibar.  What does he
want with us?"

"He was in Yokohama when the Japanese-Chinese war broke out," said
Kalonay, turning to the King, "and he cabled a London paper he would
follow the war for it if they paid him a hundred a week.  He meant
American dollars, but they thought he meant pounds, so they cabled back
that they'd pay one-half that sum.  He answered, `One hundred or
nothing,' and they finally assented to that, and he started; and when
the first week's remittance arrived, and he received five hundred
dollars instead of the one hundred he expected, he sent back the

"What a remarkable young man!" exclaimed the King.  "He is much too
good for daily wear.  We don't want anyone like that around here, do

"I know Mr. Gordon very well," said Miss Carson.  "He lived in San
Francisco before he came East.  He was always at our house, and was a
great friend of the family; wasn't he, mother?  We haven't seen him for
two years now, but I know he wouldn't spoil our plans for the sake of
his paper, if he knew we were in earnest, if he understood that
everything depended upon its being kept a secret."

"We are not certain that he knows anything," the King urged.  "He may
not have come here to see us.  I think Father Paul should talk with him

"I was going to suggest," said Miss Carson, with some hesitation, "that
if I spoke to him I might be able to put it to him in such a way that
he would see how necessary it----"

"Oh, excellent!" exclaimed the King, eagerly, and rising to his feet;
"if you only would be so kind, Miss Carson."

Kalonay, misunderstanding the situation altogether, fastened his eyes
upon the table and did not speak.

"He has not come to see you, Patricia," said Mrs. Carson, quietly.

"He does not know that I am here," Miss Carson answered; "but I'm sure
if he did he would be very glad to see us again.  And if we do see him
we can make him promise not to do anything that might interfere with
our plans.  Won't you let me speak to him, mother?"

Mrs. Carson turned uncertainly to the priest for direction, and his
glance apparently reassured her, for she rose, though still with a
troubled countenance, and the two women left the room together, the men
standing regarding each other anxiously across the table.  When they
had gone the King lit a cigarette and, turning his back on his
companions, puffed at it nervously in silence.  Kalonay sat moodily
studying the pattern on the plate before him, and the others whispered
together at the farther end of the table.

When Miss Carson and her mother stepped out upon the terrace, the
American was standing with his back toward them and was speaking to the
guards who sat cross-legged at the top of the steps.  They showed no
sign of surprise at the fact of his addressing them in their own tongue
further than that they answered him with a show of respect which they
had not exhibited toward those they protected.  The American turned as
he heard the footsteps behind him, and, after a startled look of
astonishment, hurried toward the two women, exclaiming, with every
expression of pleasure.

"I had no idea you were stopping here," he said, after the first
greetings were over.  "I thought you were somewhere on the Continent.
I am so glad I caught you.  It seems centuries since I saw you last.
You're looking very well, Mrs. Carson--and as for Patty--I am almost
afraid of her--I've been hearing all sorts of things about you lately,
Patty," he went on, turning a smiling countenance toward the girl.
"About your engagements to princes and dukes--all sorts of disturbing
rumors.  What a terrible swell you've grown to be.  I hardly recognize
you at all, Mrs. Carson.  It isn't possible this is the same young girl
I used to take buggy riding on Sunday evenings?"

"Indeed, it is not.  I wish it were," said Mrs. Carson, plaintively,
sinking into a chair.  "I'm glad to see you're not changed, Archie,"
she added, with a sigh.

"Why, he's very much changed, mother," the girl said.  "He's taller,
and, in comparison with what he was, he's almost wasted away, and so
sunburned I hardly knew him.  Except round the forehead," she added,
mockingly, "and I suppose the sun couldn't burn there because of the
laurel-wreaths.  I hear they bring them to you fresh every morning."

"They're better than coronets, at any rate," Gordon answered, with a
nod.  "They're not so common.  And if I'm wasted away, can you wonder?
How long has it been since I saw you, Patty?"

"No, I'm wrong, he's not changed," Miss Carson said dryly, as she
seated herself beside her mother.

"How do you two come to be stopping here?" the young man asked.  "I
thought this hotel had been turned over to King Louis?"

"It has," Mrs. Carson answered.  "We are staying at the Continental, on
the hill there.  We are only here for breakfast.  He asked us to

"He?" repeated Gordon, with an incredulous smile.  "Who?  Not the
King--not that blackguard?"

Miss Carson raised her head, and stared at him in silence, and her
mother gave a little gasp, apparently of relief and satisfaction.

"Yes," Miss Carson answered at last, coldly.  "We are breakfasting with
him.  What do you know against him?"

Gordon stared at her with such genuine astonishment that the girl
lowered her eyes, and, bending forward in her chair, twirled her
parasol nervously between her fingers.

"What do I know against him?  Why, Patty!" he exclaimed.  "How did you
meet him, in Heaven's name?" he asked, roughly.  "Have you been seen
with him?  Have you known him long?  Who had the impudence to present

Mrs. Carson looked up, now thoroughly alarmed.  Her lower lip was
trembling, and she twisted her gloved hands together in her lap.

"What do you know against him?" Miss Carson repeated, meeting Gordon's
look with one as full of surprise as his own.

The young man regarded her steadily for a few moments, and then, with a
change of manner, as though he now saw the situation was much more
serious than he had at first supposed, drew up a chair in front of the
two women and seated himself deliberately.

"Has he borrowed any money from you yet?" he asked.  Miss Carson's face
flushed crimson and she straightened her shoulders and turned her eyes
away from Gordon with every sign of indignation and disapproval.  The
young man gave an exclamation of relief.

"No?  That's good.  You cannot have known him so very long.  I am
greatly relieved."

"Louis of Messina," he began more gently, "is the most unscrupulous
rascal in Europe.  Since they turned him out of his kingdom he has
lived by selling his title to men who are promoting new brands of
champagne or floating queer mining shares.  The greater part of his
income is dependent on the generosity of the old nobility of Messina,
and when they don't pay him readily enough, he levies blackmail on
them.  He owes money to every tailor and horse-dealer and hotel-keeper
in Europe, and no one who can tell one card from another will play with
him.  That is his reputation.  And to help him live up to it he has
surrounded himself with a parcel of adventurers as rascally as himself:
a Colonel Erhaupt who was dropped from a German regiment, and who is a
Colonel only by the favor of the Queen of Madagascar; a retired
croupier named Barrat; and a fallen angel called Kalonay, a fellow of
the very best blood in Europe and with the very worst morals.  They
call him the King's jackal, and he is one of the most delightful
blackguards I ever met.  So is the King for that matter, a most
entertaining individual if you keep him in his place, but a man no
woman can know.  In fact, Mrs. Carson," Gordon went on, addressing
himself to the mother, "when you have to say that a woman has
absolutely no reputation whatever you can best express it by explaining
that she has a title from Louis of Messina.  That is his Majesty's way
of treating his feminine friends when they bore him and he wants to get
rid of them.  He gives them a title.

"The only thing the man ever did that was to his credit and that could
be discussed in polite society is what he is doing now at this place,
at this moment.  For it seems," Gordon whispered, drawing his chair
closer, "that he is about to show himself something of a man after all,
and that he is engaged in fitting out an armed expedition with which he
hopes to recover his kingdom.  That's what brought me here, and I must
say I rather admire him for attempting such a thing.  Of course, it was
Kalonay who put him up to it; he would never have stirred from the
boulevards if that young man had not made him.  But he is here,
nevertheless, waiting for a favorable opportunity to sail, and he has
ten thousand rifles and three Maxim guns lying in his yacht out there
in the harbor.  That's how I came to learn about it.  I was getting an
estimate on an outfit I was thinking of taking into Yucatan from my old
gunsmith in the Rue Scribe, and he dropped a hint that he had shipped
ten thousand rifles to Tangier, to Colonel Erhaupt.  I have met Erhaupt
in Zanzibar, and knew he was the King's right-hand man, so I put two
and two together and decided I would follow them up, and----"

"Yes, and now," interrupted Miss Carson, sharply--"and now that you
have followed them up, what do you mean to do?"

Gordon looked his surprise at her earnestness, but answered that he did
not know what he would do; he thought he would either ask them to give
him a commission in their expedition, and let him help them fight, and
write an account of their adventures later, or he would telegraph the
story at once to his paper.  It was with him, he said, entirely a
question as to which course would be of the greater news value.  If he
told what he now knew, his paper would be the first of all others to,
inform the world of the expedition and the proposed revolution; while
if he volunteered for the expedition and waited until it had failed or
succeeded, he would be able to tell more eventually, but would have to
share it with other correspondents.

Miss Carson regarded him with an expression in which indignation and
entreaty were curiously blended.

"Archie," she said, in a low voice, "you do not know what you are doing
or saying.  You are threatening to spoil the one thing in my life on
which I have set my heart.  The return of this man to his throne,
whether he is worthy or not, means the restoration of the Catholic
Church on that island; it means the return of the monks and the
rebuilding of the monasteries, and the salvation of sixty thousand
souls.  I know all that they mean to do.  I am the one who paid for
those rifles that brought you here; you have told me only what I have
known for months, and for which I have been earnestly working and
praying.  I am not blinded by these men.  They are not the creatures
you describe; but no matter what they may be, it is only through them,
and through them alone, that I can do what I have set out to do."

Gordon silenced her with a sweep of his hand.  "Do you mean to tell
me," he demanded, "that you are mixed up in this--with these--that they
have taken money from you, and told you they meant to use it to
re-establish the Church?  Mrs. Carson," he exclaimed, bitterly, turning
upon her, "why have you allowed this--what have you been doing while
this was going on?  Do you suppose those scoundrels care for the
Church--the Church, indeed!  Wait until I see them--any of
them--Erhaupt by choice, and I'll make them give up every franc you've
lent them, or I'll horsewhip and expose them for the gang of welshers
and thimble-riggers they are; or if they prefer their own methods, I'll
call them out in rotation and shoot their arms and legs off."  He
stopped and drew a long breath, either of content that he had
discovered the situation in time to take some part in it, or at the
prospect of a fight.

"The idea of you two helpless females wandering into this den of
wolves!" he exclaimed, indignantly.  "It's about time you had a man to
look after you!  You go back to your hotel now, and let me have a chat
with Louis of Messina.  He's kept me waiting some twenty minutes as it
is, and that's a little longer than I can give him.  I'm not a
creditor."  He rose from his chair; but Miss Carson put out her hand
and motioned him to be seated.

"Archie," she said, "I like the way you take this, even though you are
all wrong about it, because it's just like you to fly into a passion
and want to fight someone for somebody.  If your conclusions were
anywhere near the truth, you would be acting very well.  But they are
not.  The King is not handling my money, nor the Prince Kalonay.  It is
in the keeping of Father Paul, the Father Superior of the Dominican
monks, who is the only one of these people I know or who knows me.  He
is not a swindler, too, is he, or a retired croupier?  Listen to me
now, and do not fly out like that at me, or at mother.  It is not her
fault.  Last summer mother and I went to Messina as tourists, and one
day, when passing through a seaport town, we saw a crowd of people on
the shore, standing or kneeling by the hundreds in a great semicircle
close to the water's edge.  There was a priest preaching to them from
an open boat.  It was like a scene from the New Testament, and the man,
this Father Paul, made me think of one of the disciples.  I asked them
why he did not preach on the land, and they told me that he and all of
the priests had been banished from the island six years before, and
that they could only return by stealth and dared not land except by
night.  When the priest had finished speaking, I had myself rowed out
to his boat, and I talked a long time with him, and he told me of this
plan to re-establish himself and his order.  I offered to help him with
my money, and he promised me a letter to Cardinal Napoli.  It reached
me on my return to Rome, and through the influence of the Cardinal I
was given an audience with the Pope, and I was encouraged to aid Father
Paul as far as I could.  I had meant to build a memorial church for
father, but they urged me to give the money instead to this cause.  All
my dealings until to-day have been with Father Paul alone.  I have seen
a little of the Prince Kalonay because they are always together; but he
has always treated me in a way to which no one could take exception,
and he is certainly very much in earnest.  When Father Paul left Paris
mother and I came on here in order to be near him, and that is how you
find me at Tangier.  And now that you understand how much this means to
me, I know you will not do anything to stand in our way.  Those men
inside are afraid that you came here for just the reason that
apparently has brought you, and when they saw you a little while ago
through the windows they were greatly disturbed.  Let me tell them that
you mean to volunteer for the campaign.  The King cannot refuse the
services of a man who has done the things you are always doing.  And I
promise you that for a reward you shall be the only one to tell the
story of our attempt.  I promise you," she repeated earnestly, "that
the day we enter the capital, you can cable whatever you please and
tell our story to the whole of Europe."

"The story be hanged!" replied Gordon.  "You have made this a much more
serious business than a newspaper story.  You misunderstand me utterly,
Patty.  I am here now because I am not going to have you compromised
and robbed."

The girl stood up and looked down at the young man indignantly.

"You have no right whatever to use that tone to me," she said.  "I am
of age and my own adviser.  I am acting for the good of a great number
of people, and according to what my conscience and common sense tell me
is right.  I shall hate you if you attempt to interfere.  You can do
one of two things, Archie.  I give you your choice: you can either go
with them as a volunteer, and promise to keep our secret; or you can
cable what you know now, what you know only by accident, but if you do,
you will lose your best friend, and you will defeat a good and a noble

Gordon leaned back in his chair, and looked up at her steadily for a
brief moment, and then rose with a smile, and bowed to the two women in
silence.  He crossed the terrace quickly with an amused and puzzled
countenance, and walked into the breakfast-room, from the windows of
which, as he rightly guessed, the five conspirators had for some time
observed him.  He looked from one to the other of the men about the
table, until his eyes finally met those of the King.

"I believe, sir, you are leading an expedition against the Republic of
Messina?" Gordon said.  "I am afraid it can't start unless you take me
with you."


The presence in Tangier of the King of Messina and his suite, and the
arrival there of the French noblemen who had volunteered for the
expedition, could not escape the observation of the resident
Consuls-General and of the foreign colony, and dinners, riding and
hunting parties, pig-sticking, and excursions on horseback into the
outlying country were planned for their honor and daily entertainment.
Had the conspirators held aloof from these, the residents might have
asked, since it was not to enjoy themselves, what was the purpose of
their stay in Tangier; and so, to allay suspicion as to their real
object, different members of the expedition had been assigned from time
to time to represent the visitors at these festivities.  On the morning
following the return of the yacht from Messina, an invitation to ride
to a farmhouse some miles out of Tangier and to breakfast there had
been sent to the visitors, and the King had directed the Prince
Kalonay, and half of the delegation from Paris, to accept it in his

They were well content to go, and rode forth gayly and in high spirits,
for the word had been brought them early in the morning that the
expedition was already prepared to move, and that same evening at
midnight the yacht would set sail for Messina.  They were careless as
to what fortune waited for them there.  The promise of much excitement,
of fighting and of danger, of possible honor and success, stirred the
hearts of the young men gloriously, and as they galloped across the
plains, or raced each other from point to point, or halted to jump
their ponies across the many gaping crevices which the sun had split in
the surface of the plain, they filled the still, warm air with their
shouts and laughter.  In the party there were many ladies, and the
groups changed and formed again as they rode forward, spread out on
either side of the caravan-trail and covering the plain like a skirmish
line of cavalry.  But Kalonay kept close at Miss Carson's stirrup,
whether she walked her pony or sent him flying across the hard,
sunbaked soil.

"I hope you won't do that again," he said, earnestly, as she drew up
panting, with her sailor hat and hair falling to her shoulders.  They
had been galloping recklessly over the open crevices in the soil.

"It's quite the nastiest country I ever saw," he said.  "It looks as
though an earthquake had shaken it open and had forgotten to close it
again.  Believe me, it is most unsafe and dangerous.  Your pony might
stumble--" He stopped, as though the possibilities were too serious for
words, but the girl laughed.

"It's no more dangerous than riding across our prairie at dusk when you
can't see the barbed wire.  You are the last person in the world to
find fault because a thing is dangerous," she added.

They had reached the farm, where they went to breakfast, and the young
Englishman who was their host was receiving his guests in his garden,
and the servants were passing among them, carrying cool drinks and
powdered sweets and Turkish coffee.  Kalonay gave their ponies to a
servant and pointed with his whip to an arbor that stood at one end of
the garden.

"May we sit down there a moment until they call us?" he said.  "I have
news of much importance--and I may not have another chance," he begged,
looking at her wistfully.  The girl stood motionless; her eyes were
serious, and she measured the distance down the walk to the arbor as
though she saw it beset with dangers more actual than precipices and
twisted wire.  The Prince watched her as though his fate was being
weighed in his presence.

"Very well," she said at last, and moved on before him down the

The arbor was open to the air with a low, broad roof of palm-leaves
that overhung it on all sides and left it in deep shadow.  Around it
were many strange plants and flowers, some native to Morocco and some
transplanted from their English home.  From where they sat they could
see the other guests moving in and out among the groves of orange and
olive trees and swaying palms, and standing, outlined against the blue
sky, upon the low, flat roof of the farm-house.

"I have dared to ask you to be so good as to give me this moment," the
Prince said humbly, "only because I am going away, and it may be my
last chance to speak with you.  You do not mind?  You do not think I

"No, I do not mind," said the girl, smiling.  "In my country we do not
think it a terrible offence to talk to a girl at a garden-party.  But
you said there was something of importance you wanted to say to me.
You mean the expedition?"

"Yes," said Kalonay.  "We start this evening."  The girl raised her
head slightly and stared past him at the burning white walls and the
burning blue sky that lay outside the circle of shadow in which they

"This evening--" she repeated to herself.

"We reach there in two days," Kalonay continued; "and then we--then we
go on--until we enter the capital."

The girl's head was bent, and she looked at her hands as they lay in
her lap and frowned at them, they seemed so white and pretty and

"Yes, you go on," she repeated, "and we stay here.  You are a man and
able to go on.  I know what that means.  And you like it," she added,
with a glance of mingled admiration and fear.  "You are glad to fight
and to risk death and to lead men on to kill other men."

Kalonay drew lines in the sand with his ridingwhip, and did not raise
his head.

"I suppose it is because you are fighting for your home," the girl
continued, "and to set your country free, and that you can live with
your own people again, and because it is a holy war.  That must be it.
Now that it is really come, I see it all differently.  I see things I
had not thought about before.  They frighten me," she said.

The Prince raised his head and faced the girl, clasping the end of his
whip nervously in his hand.  "If we should win the island for the
King," he said, "I believe it will make a great change in me.  I shall
be able to go freely then to my home, as you say, to live there always,
to give up the life I have led on the Continent.  It has been a foolish
life--a dog's life--and I have no one to blame for it but myself.  I
made it worse than it need to have been.  But if we win, I have
promised myself that I will not return to it; and if we fall I shall
not return to it, for the reason that I shall have been killed.  I
shall have much power if we win.  When I say much power, I mean much
power in Messina, in that little corner of the world, and I wish to use
it worthily and well.  I am afraid I should not have thought of it," he
went on, naively, as though he were trying to be quite fair, "had not
Father Paul pointed out to me what I should do, how I could raise the
people and stop the abuses which made them drive us from the island.
The people must be taxed less heavily, and the money must be spent for
them and not for us, on roads and harbors and schools, not at the
Palace on banquets and fetes.  These are Father Paul's ideas, not
mine,--but now I make them mine." He rose and paced the length of the
little arbor, his hands clasped behind him and his eyes bent on the
ground.  "Yes, that is what I mean to do," he said.  "That is the way I
mean to live.  And if we fail, I mean to be among those who are to die
on the fortifications of the capital, so that with me the Kalonay
family will end, and end fighting for the King, as many of my people
have done before me.  There is no other way.  For me there shall be no
more idleness nor exile.  I must either live on to help my people, or I
must die with them."  He stopped in his walk and regarded the girl
closely.  "You may be thinking, it is easy for him to promise this, it
is easy to speak of what one will do.  I know that.  I know that I can
point back at nothing I have done that gives me any right to ask you to
believe me now.  But I do ask it, for if you believe me--believe what I
say--it makes it easier for me to tell you why after this I must live
worthily.  But you know why?  You must know; it is not possible that
you do not know."

He sat down beside her on the bench, leaning forward and crushing his
hands together on his knee.  "It is because I love you.  Because I love
you so that everything which is not worthy is hateful to me, myself
most of all.  It is the only thing that counts.  I used to think I knew
what love meant; I used to think love was a selfish thing that needed
love in return, that it must be fed on love to live, that it needed
vows and tender speeches and caresses, or it would die.  I know now
that when one truly cares, he does not ask whether the other cares or
not.  It is what one gives that counts, not what one receives.  You
have given me nothing--nothing--not a word nor a look; yet since I have
known you I have been more madly happy in just knowing that you live
than I would have been had any other woman in all the world thrown
herself into my arms and said she loved me above all other men.  I am
not fit to tell you this.  But to-night I go to try myself, either
never to see you again, or to come back perhaps more worthy to love
you.  Think of this when I am gone.  Do not speak to me now.  I may
have made you hate me for speaking so, or I may have made you pity me;
so let me go not knowing, just loving you, worshipping you, and holding
you apart and above all other people.  I go to fight for you, do you
understand?  Not for our Church, not for my people, but for you, to
live or die for you.  And I ask nothing from you but that you will let
me love you always."

The Prince bent, and catching up Miss Carson's riding-gloves that lay
beside her on the bench, kissed them again and again, and then, rising
quickly, walked out of the arbor into the white sunshine, and, without
turning, mounted his pony and galloped across the burning desert in the
direction of Tangier.

Archie Gordon had not been invited to join the excursion into the
country, nor would he have accepted it, for he wished to be by himself
that he might review the situation and consider what lay before him.
He sat with his long legs dangling over the broad rampart which
overlooks the harbor of Tangier.  He was whistling meditatively to
himself and beating an accompaniment to the tune with his heels.  At
intervals he ceased whistling while he placed a cigar between his teeth
and pulled upon it thoughtfully, resuming his tune again at the point
where it had been interrupted.  Below him the waves ran up lazily on
the level beach and sank again, dragging the long sea-weed with them,
as they swept against the sharp rocks, and exposed them for an instant,
naked and glistening in the sun.  On either side of him the town
stretched to meet the low, white, sand-hills in a crescent of low,
white houses pierced by green minarets and royal palms.  A warm sun had
sent the world to sleep at mid-day, and an enforced peace hung over the
glaring white town and the sparkling blue sea.  Gordon blinked at the
glare, but his eyes showed no signs of drowsiness.  They were, on the
contrary, awake to all that passed on the high road behind him, and on
the sandy beach at his feet, while at the same time his mind was busily
occupied in reviewing what had occurred the day before, and in
adjusting new conditions.  At the hotel he had found that the situation
was becoming too complicated, and that it was impossible to feel sure
of the truth of anything, or of the sincerity of anyone.  Since the
luncheon hour the day before he had become a fellow-conspirator with
men who were as objectionable to him in every way as he knew he was
obnoxious to them.  But they had been forced to accept him because, so
they supposed, he had them at the mercy of his own pleasure.  He knew
their secret, and in the legitimate pursuit of his profession he could,
if he chose, inform the island of Messina, with the rest of the world,
of their intention toward it, and bring their expedition to an end,
though he had chosen, as a reward for his silence, to become one of
themselves.  Only the Countess Zara had guessed the truth, that it was
Gordon himself who was at their mercy, and that so long as the American
girl persisted in casting her fortunes with them her old young friend
was only too eager to make any arrangement with them that would keep
him at her side.

It was a perplexing position, and Gordon turned it over and over in his
mind.  Had it not been that Miss Carson had a part in it he would have
enjoyed the adventure, as an adventure, keenly.  He had no objections
to fighting on the side of rascals, or against rascals.  He objected to
them only in the calmer moments of private life; and as he was of
course ignorant that the expedition was only a make-believe, he felt a
certain respect for his fellow-conspirators as men who were willing to
stake their lives for a chance of better fortune.  But that their
bravery was of the kind which would make them hesitate to rob and
deceive a helpless girl he very much doubted; for he knew that even the
bravest of warriors on their way to battle will requisition a herd of
cattle or stop to loot a temple.  The day before, Gordon had witnessed
the brief ceremony which attended the presentation of the young
noblemen from Paris who had volunteered for the expedition in all good
faith, and he reviewed it and analyzed it as he sat smoking on the

It had been an impressive ceremony, in spite of the fact that so few
had taken part in it, but the earnestness of the visitors and the
enthusiasm of Kalonay and the priest had made up for the lack of
numbers.  The scene had appealed to him as one of the most dramatic he
had witnessed in the pursuit of a calling in which looking on at real
dramas was the most frequent duty, and he had enjoyed the strange
mixture of ancient terms of address and titles with the modern manners
of the men themselves.  It had interested him to watch Baron Barrat
bring out the ancient crown and jewelled sceptre which had been the
regalia of all the Kings of Messina since the Crusades and spread them
out upon a wicker tea-table, from which Niccolas had just removed some
empty coffee-cups, half filled with the ends of cigarettes, some
yellow-backed novels, and a copy of the Paris Figaro.  It was also
interesting to him to note how the sight of the little heir-apparent
affected both the peasants from the mountains and the young nobles from
the Club Royale.  The former fell upon their knees with the tears
rolling down the furrows in their tanned cheeks, while the little
wise-eyed boy stood clinging to his nurse's skirts with one hand and to
his father's finger with the other, and nodded his head at them gravely
like a toy mandarin.

Then the King had addressed them in a dignified, earnest, and almost
eloquent speech, and had promised much and prophesied the best of
fortunes, and then, at the last, had turned suddenly toward Miss
Carson, where she stood in the background between her mother and Father

"Every cause has its Joan of Arc, or its Maria Theresa," he cried,
looking steadfastly at Miss Carson.  "No cause has succeeded without
some good woman to aid it.  To help us, my friends, we have a daughter
of the people, as was Joan of Arc, and a queen, as was Maria Theresa,
for she comes from that country where every woman is a queen in her own
right, and where the love of liberty is inherent."  The King took a
quick step backward, and taking Miss Carson's hand drew her forward
beside him and placed her facing his audience, while the girl made vain
efforts to withdraw her hand.  "This is she," he said earnestly, "the
true daughter of the Church who has made it possible for us to return
to our own again.  It is due to her that the King of Messina shall sit
once more on his throne; it is through her generosity alone that the
churches will rise from their ruins and that you will once again hear
the Angelus ring across the fields at sunset.  Remember her, my friends
and cousins, pray for her as a saint upon earth, and fight gloriously
to help her to success!"

Gordon had restrained himself with difficulty while this scene was
being enacted; he could not bear the thought of the King touching the
girl's hand.  He struggled to prevent himself from crying out at the
false position into which he had dragged her; and yet there was
something so admirably sincere in the King's words, something so
courteous and manly, that it robbed his words of all the theatrical
effect they held, and his tribute to the girl filled even Gordon with
an emotion which on the part of the young nobles found expression in
cheer upon cheer.

Gordon recalled these cheers and the looks of wondering admiration
which had been turned upon Miss Carson, and he grew so hot at the
recollection that he struck the wall beside him savagely with his
clinched fist, and damned the obstinacy of his young and beautiful
friend with a sincerity and vigor that was the highest expression of
his interest in her behalf.

He threw his cigar into the rampart at his feet and dropped back into
the high road.  It was deserted at the time, except for the presence of
a tall, slightly built stranger, who advanced toward him from the city
gates.  The man was dressed in garments of European fashion and carried
himself like a soldier, and Gordon put him down at a glance as one of
the volunteers from Paris.  The stranger was walking leisurely,
stopping to gaze at the feluccas in the bay, and then turning to look
up at the fortress on the hill.  He seemed to have no purpose in his
walk except the interest of a tourist, and as he drew up even with
Gordon he raised his helmet politely and, greeting him in English,
asked if he were on the right road to the Bashaw's Palace.  Gordon
pointed to where the white walls of the palace rose above the other
white walls about it.

"That is it," he said.  "All the roads lead to it.  You keep going up

"Thank you," said the stranger.  "I see I have taken a long way."  He
put his white umbrella in the sand, and, removing his helmet, mopped
his forehead with his handkerchief.  "It is a curious old town,
Tangier," he said, affably, "but too many hills, is it not so?  Algiers
I like better.  There is more life."

"Yes, Algiers is almost as good as the boulevards," Gordon assented,
"if you like the boulevards.  I prefer this place because it is
unspoiled.  But, as you say, there is not much to do here."

The stranger's eyes fell upon the Hotel Grande Bretagne, which stood a
quarter of a mile away from them on the beach.

"That is the Hotel Bretagne, is it not?" he asked.  Gordon answered him
with a nod.

"The King Louis of Messina, so the chasseur at the hotel tells me, is
stopping there en suite," the stranger added, with an interrogative air
of one who volunteers an interesting fact, and who asks if it is true
at the same moment.

"I can't say, I'm sure," Gordon replied.  "I only arrived here

The stranger bowed his head in recognition of this piece of personal
information, and, putting on his helmet, picked up his umbrella as
though to continue his stroll.  As he did so his eyes wandered over the
harbor and were arrested with apparent interest by the yacht, which lay
a conspicuous object on the blue water.  He pointed at it with his

"One of your English men-of-war is in the harbor, I see.  She is very
pretty, but not large; not so large as many," he said.

Gordon turned his head obligingly and gazed at the yacht with polite
interest.  "Is that a man-of-war?  I thought it was a yacht," he said.
"I'm not familiar with the English war-vessels.  I am an American."

"Ah, indeed!" commented the affable stranger.  "I am French myself, but
I think she is a man-of-war.  I saw her guns when I passed on the
steamer from Gibraltar."

Gordon knew that the steamer did not pass within half a mile of where
the yacht lay at anchor, but he considered it might be possible to see
her decks with the aid of a glass.

"You may be right," he answered, indifferently.  As he turned his eyes
from the boat he saw a woman, dressed in white, and carrying a parasol,
leave the gardens of the Hotel Bretagne, and come toward them along the
beach.  The Frenchman, following the direction of his eyes, saw her
also, and regarded her instantly with such evident concern that Gordon,
who had recognized her even at that distance as the Countess Zara, felt
assured that his inquisitor held, as he had already suspected, more
than a tourist's interest in Tangier.

"Well, I will wish you a good-morning," said the Frenchman, hurriedly.

"Good-morning," Gordon replied, and taking a cigar from his case, he
seated himself again upon the rampart.  As he walked away the stranger
glanced back over his shoulder, but Gordon was apparently absorbed in
watching the waves below him, and had lost all interest in his chance
acquaintance.  But he watched both the woman and the Frenchman as they
advanced slowly from opposite directions and drew nearer together, and
he was not altogether surprised, when the in man was within twenty feet
of her, to see her start and stand still, and then, with the indecision
of a hunted animal, move uncertainly, and then turn and run in the
direction of the hotel.  Something the man apparently called after her
caused her to stop, and Gordon observed them now with undisguised
interest as they stood conversing together, oblivious of the
conspicuous mark they made on the broad white beach under the brilliant

"I wonder what he's up to now?" Gordon mused.  "He was trying to pump
me, that's evident, and he certainly recognized the lady, and she
apparently did not want to recognize him.  I wonder if he is a rejected
lover, or another conspirator.  This is a most amusing place, nothing
but plots and counterplots and--Hello!" he exclaimed aloud.  The man
had moved quickly past Madame Zara, and had started toward the hotel,
and Zara had held out her hand to him, as though to entreat him to
remain.  But he did not stop, and she had taken a few uncertain steps
after him, and had then, much to the American's dismay, fallen limply
on her back on the soft sand.  She was not a hundred yards distant from
where he sat, and in an instant he had slipped from the wall, and
dropped on his hands and knees on the beach below.  When Gordon reached
her the Frenchman had returned, and was supporting her head on his knee
and covering her head with her parasol.

"The lady has fainted!" he exclaimed, eagerly.  His manner was no
longer one of idle indolence.  He was wide awake now and visibly

"The sun has been too much for her," he said.  "It is most dangerous
walking about at this time of day."

Gordon ran down the beach and scooped up some water in his helmet, and
dipping his handkerchief in it bathed her temples and cheek.  He had
time to note that she was a very beautiful girl, and the pallor of her
face gave it a touch of gentleness that he had not seen there before.

"I will go to the hotel and bring assistance, said the stranger,
uneasily, as the woman showed signs of regaining consciousness.

"No," said Gordon, "you'll stay where you are and shade her with her
umbrella.  She'll be all right in a minute."

The girl opened her eyes, and looking up saw Gordon bending over her.
She regarded him for a moment and made an effort to rise, and in her
endeavor to do so her eyes met those of the Frenchman, and with a sharp
moan she shut them again and threw herself from Gordon's knee to the

"Give me that umbrella," said Gordon, "and go stand over there out of
the way."

The man rose from his knee without showing any resentment and walked
some little distance away, where he stood with his arms folded, looking
out to sea.  He seemed much too occupied with something of personal
interest to concern himself with a woman's fainting-spell.  The girl
lifted herself slowly to her elbow, and then, before Gordon could
assist her, rose with a quick, graceful movement and stood erect upon
her feet.  She placed a detaining hand for an instant on the American's

"Thank you very much," she said.  "I am afraid I have been imprudent in
going out into the sun."  Her eyes were fixed upon the Frenchman, who
stood moodily staring at the sea and tearing one of his finger-nails
with his teeth.  He seemed utterly oblivious of their presence.  The
girl held out her hand for the parasol she had dropped and took it from
Gordon with a bow.

"May I walk back with you to your hotel?" he asked.  "Unless this

"Thank you," the girl said, in tones which the Frenchman could have
easily overheard had he been listening.  "I am quite able to go alone
now; it is only a step."

She was still regarding the Frenchman closely; but as he was obviously
unconscious of them she moved so that Gordon hid her from him, and in
an entirely different voice she said, speaking rapidly,--

"You are Mr. Gordon, the American who joined us last night.  That man
is a spy from Messina.  He is Renauld, the Commander-in-Chief of their
army.  He must be gotten away from here at once.  It is a matter for a
man to attend to.  Will you do it?"

"How do you know this?" Gordon asked.  "How do you know he is General
Renauld?  I want to be certain."

The girl tossed her head impatiently.

"He was pointed out to me at Messina.  I saw him there in command at a
review.  He has just spoken to me--that was what frightened me into
that fainting-spell.  I didn't think I was so weak," she said, shaking
her head.  "He offered me a bribe to inform him of our plans.  I tell
you he is a spy."

"That's all right," said Gordon, reassuringly; "you go back to the
hotel now and send those guards here on a run.  I'll make a charge
against him and have him locked up until after we sail to-night.
Hurry, please; I'll stay here."

Gordon felt a pleasurable glow of excitement.  It was his nature to
throw himself into everything he did and to at once become a partisan.
It was a quality which made his writings attractive to the reader, and
an object of concern to his editor.  At the very word "spy," and at
this first hint of opposition to the cause in which he had but just
enlisted, he thrilled as though it had always been his own, and he
regarded the Frenchman with a personal dislike as sudden as it was

The Frenchman had turned and was walking in the direction of the city
gate.  His eyes were bent on the sandy beach which stretched before
him, and he made his way utterly unmindful of the waves that stole up
to his feet and left little pools of water in his path.  Gordon
beckoned impatiently to the two soldiers who came running toward him at
the hotel, and moved forward to meet them the sooner.  He took one of
them by the wrist and pointed with his other hand at the retreating
figure of the Frenchman.

"That man," he said, "is one of the King's enemies.  The King is in
danger while that man is here.  Your duty is to protect the King, so he
gives this foreigner into your charge."

The soldier nodded his head in assent.  "The King himself sent us," he

"You will place him in the Civil Prison," Gordon continued, "until the
King is safe on his yacht, and you will not allow him to send for the
French Consul-General.  If he sees the Consul-General he will tell him
a great many lies about you, and a great war-ship will come and your
Bashaw will be forced to pay the foreigners much money.  I will go with
you and tell this man in his own tongue what you are going to do with

They walked hurriedly after the Frenchman, and when they had overtaken
him Gordon halted and bowed.

"One moment, please," he said.  "These soldiers have an order for your
arrest.  I speak the language, and if you have anything to say to them
I will interpret for you."

The Frenchman stared from Gordon to the guards and then laughed
incredulously but with no great confidence.  He had much to say, but he
demanded to know first why he should be arrested.

"The lady you insulted," Gordon answered, gravely, "happened,
unfortunately for you, to be one of the King's guests.  She has
complained to him, and he has sent these soldiers to put you where you
cannot trouble her again.  You see, sir, you cannot annoy women with
impunity even in this barbarous country."

"Insult her!  I did not insult her," the man retorted.  "That is not
the reason I am arrested."

"You annoyed her so much that she fainted.  I saw you," said Gordon,
backing away with the evident purpose of abandoning the foreigner to
his guards.

"She has lied," the man cried, "either to the King or to me.  I do not
know which, but I am here to find out.  That is why I came to Tangier,
and I intend to learn the truth."

"You've begun rather badly," Gordon answered, as he still retreated.
"In the Civil Prison your field of investigation will be limited."

The Frenchman took a hasty step toward him, shrugging off the hand one
of the soldiers had placed on his shoulder.

"Are you the Prince Kalonay, sir?" he demanded.  "But surely not," he

"No, I am not the Prince," Gordon answered.  "I bid you good-morning,

"Then you are on the other side," the man called after him eagerly,
with a tone of great relief.  "I have been right from the very first.
I see it plainly.  It is a double plot, and you are one of that woman's
dupes.  Listen to me--I beg of you, listen to me--I have a story to

Gordon paused and looked back at the man over his shoulder, doubtfully.

"It's like the Arabian Nights," he said, with a puzzled smile.  "There
was once a rich merchant of Bagdad and the Sultan was going to execute
him, but they put off the execution until he could tell them the story
of the Beautiful Countess and the French Envoy.  I am sorry," he added,
shaking his head, "but I cannot listen now.  I must not be seen talking
to you at all, and everyone can see us here."

They were as conspicuous figures on the flat surface of the beach as
two palms in a desert, and Gordon was most anxious to escape, for he
was conscious that he could be observed from every point in the town.
A hundred yards away, on the terrace of the hotel, he saw the King,
Madame Zara, Barrat, and Erhaupt standing together watching them.

"If the American leaves him now, we are safe," the King was saying.  He
spoke in a whisper, as though he feared that even at that distance
Gordon and the Frenchman could overhear his words.  "But if he remains
with him he will find out the truth, and that means ruin.  He will ruin

"Look, he is coming this way," Zara answered.  "He is leaving him.  The
danger is past."

The Frenchman raised his eyes and saw the four figures grouped closely
together on the terrace.

"See, what did I tell you?" he cried.  "She is with the King now.  It
is a plot within a plot, and I believe you know it," he added,
furiously.  "You are one of these brave blackmailers yourself--that is
why you will not let me speak."

"Blackmailers!"  said  Gordon.  "Confound your impudence, what the
devil do you mean by that?"

But the Frenchman was staring angrily at the distant group on the
terrace, and Gordon turned his eyes in the same direction.  Something
he saw in the strained and eager attitude of the four conspirators
moved him to a sudden determination.

"That will do, you must go," he commanded, pointing with his arm toward
the city gate; and before the Frenchman could reply, he gave an order
to the guards, and they seized the foreigner roughly by either arm and
hurried him away.

"Thank God!" exclaimed the King, piously.  "They have separated, and
the boy thinks he is rendering us great service.  Well, and so he is,
the young fool."

The group on the piazza remained motionless, watching Gordon as he
leisurely lit a cigar and stood looking out at the harbor until the
Frenchman had disappeared inside the city wall.  Then he turned and
walked slowly after him.

"I do not like that.  I do not like his following him," said Barrat,

"That is nothing," answered the King.  "He is going to play the spy and
see that the man is safely in jail.  Then he will return and report to
us.  We must congratulate him warmly.  He follows at a discreet
distance, you observe, and keeps himself well out of sight.  The boy
knows better than to compromise himself by being seen in conversation
with the man.  Of course, if Renauld is set free we must say we had no
part in his arrest, that the American made the arrest on his own
authority.  What a convenient tool the young man is.  Why, his coming
really frightened us at first, and now--now we make a cat's-paw of
him." The King laughed merrily.  "We undervalue ourselves sometimes, do
we not?"

"He is a nice boy," said Zara.  "I feel rather sorry for him.  He
looked so anxious and distressed when I was so silly as to faint on the
beach just now.  He handled me as tenderly as a woman would have
done--not that women have generally handled me tenderly," she added.

"I was thinking the simile was rather misplaced," said the King.

Gordon passed the city wall and heard the gates swing to behind him.
The Frenchman and his two captors were just ahead, toiling heavily up
the steep and narrow street.  Gordon threw his cigar from him and ran
leaping over the huge cobbles to the Frenchman's side and touched him
on the shoulder.

"We are out of sight of the hotel, now, General," he said.  He pointed
to the dark, cool recesses of a coffee-shop and held back the rug that
hung before it.  "Come in here," he said, "and tell me that story."


Baron Barrat was suspicious by education--his experience of life and
his own conduct had tended to render him so; and accordingly when,
three hours after he had seen Gordon apparently commit the French
officer to jail, he found them leaving a cafe in the most friendly and
amicable spirit, he wasted no time in investigation, but hurried at
once to warn the King.

"What we feared would happen, has happened," he said.  "The Frenchman
has told Gordon that Zara and Kalonay sold the secret of the
expedition, and Gordon will be coming here to warn you of it.  Now,
what are you going to do?  We must act quickly."

"I shall refuse to believe the Frenchman, of course," said the King.
"I shall ask Zara in his presence to answer his charges, and she will
tell him he lies.  That is all there will be of it.  What does it
matter what he says?  We sail at midnight.  We can keep him quiet until

"If he is troublesome I can call for help from this room, and the
servants of the hotel and the guards will rush in and find us
struggling together.  We will charge him with an attempt at
assassination, and this time he surely will go to jail.  By to-morrow
morning we shall be many miles at sea."

"But he can cable to Messina, by way of Gibraltar, and head us off,"
objected Barrat.

"What can he cable?" demanded the King.  "Nothing the people of the
Republic do not already know.  It is our friends here that must not
find us out.  That is the main thing.  Thank Heaven!" he exclaimed,
"Kalonay and Paul are out of the way, and those crazy boys from Paris.
We will settle it here among ourselves in five minutes."

"And the American?" asked Zara.  "He knows, he will come with him.
Suppose he believes, suppose he believes that Kalonay and I have sold
you out, but suspects that you know it?"

"The American can go to the devil," said the King.  "Confound him and
his insolence.  I'll have him in the prison too, if he interferes.  Or
Erhaupt can pick a quarrel with him here and fight it out behind the
sand-hills before the others get back from their picnic.  He has done
as much for me before."

Zara stood up.  She was trembling slightly, and she glanced fearfully
from Erhaupt to the King.

"You will not do that," she said.

"And why not, madame?" demanded Louis.

"Because it will be murder," Zara whispered.  "He will murder him as he
did that boy in the Park at Pesth."

"What does the woman mean?" growled the German.  "Is she mad?  Send her
to her room, Louis."

"You know what I mean," Zara answered, her voice rising, in her
excitement.  "You fired before they gave the word.  I know you did.
Oh, Louis," she cried, "you never warned me it might come to this.  I
am afraid.  I am afraid to meet that man----"

She gave a sudden cry.  "And Kalonay!"  She held out her hands
appealingly.  "Indeed," she cried, "do not let Kalonay question me."

"Silence!" commanded the King.  "You are acting like a fool." He
advanced toward her, and clasped her wrist firmly in his hand.  "No
nerves, now," he said.  "I'll not have it.  You shall meet Kalonay, and
you shall swear that he is in the plot against me.  If you fail us now,
we are ruined.  As it is, we are sure to lose the bribe from the
Republic, but we may still get Miss Carson's money if you play your
part.  It is your word and the word of the Frenchman against Kalonay's.
And we have the paper signed by you for Kalonay as evidence.  Have you
got it with you?"

Zara bowed her head.  "It is always with me," she answered.

"Good," said the King.  "It will be a difficult chance, but if you
stand to your story, and we pretend to believe you, the others may
believe you, too."

"But I cannot," Zara cried.  "I know I cannot.  I tell you if you put
me face to face with Kalonay, I shall fail you.  I shall break down.
They will see that I am lying.  Send me away.  Send me away before they
come.  Tell them I saw the Frenchman, and suspected I had been found
out, and that I have gone away.  Tell them you don't know where I am."

"I believe she's right," Erhaupt said.  "She will do us more harm than
good.  Let her go to her room and wait there."

"She will remain where she is," said the King, sternly.  "And she will
keep her courage and her wits about her, or----"

He was interrupted by an exclamation from Barrat.  "Whatever you mean
to do, you must do it at once," he said, grimly.  He was standing at
the window which overlooked the beach.  "Here they come now," he
continued.  "The American has taken no chances, he is bringing an
audience with him."

The King and Erhaupt ran to the window, and peered over Barrat's

Advancing toward them along the beach, some on foot, and some on
horseback, were all the members of the expedition, those who had been
of the riding-party and those who had remained in Tangier.  Gordon and
the Frenchman Renauld were far in the lead, walking by themselves and
speaking earnestly together; Father Paul was walking with Mrs. Carson
and her daughter, and Kalonay was riding with two of the volunteers,
the Count de Rouen and Prince Henri of Poitiers.

When the King and Erhaupt turned from the window the Countess Zara had
disappeared.  "It is better so," said Erhaupt; "she was so badly
frightened she would have told the truth."

The King stood leaning on the back of a large arm-chair.  "Well, the
moment has come, it is our last chance," he said.  "Send for the Crown
Prince, Baron.  I shall be discovered in the act of taking a tender
farewell of my son."

Barrat made an eager gesture of dissent.

"I would not do that," he cried.  "If we are to make charges against
the jackal do not have the boy present; the boy must not hear them.
You know how Kalonay worships the child, and it would enrage him more
to be exposed before the Prince than before all the rest of the world.
He will be hard enough to handle without that.  Don't try him too far."

"You are absurd, Barrat," exclaimed the King.  "The boy won't
understand what is said."

"No, but the Jackal will," Barrat returned.  "You don't understand him,
Louis, he is like a woman; he has sentiment and feelings, and when we
all turn on him he will act like a madman.  Keep the boy out of his
sight, I tell you.  It's the only thing he cares for in the world.  He
has been a better father to him than you ever have been."

"That was quite natural; that was because it was his duty," said the
King, calmly.  "A Kalonay has always been the protector and tutor of
the heir-apparent.  If this one chooses to give his heart with his
service, that is not my concern.  Why, confound them, they all think
more of the child than they do of me.  That is why I need him by me

Barrat shook his head.  "I tell you it will make trouble," he
persisted.  "Kalonay will not stand it. He and the child are more like
comrades than a tutor and his pupil.  Why, Kalonay would rather sit
with the boy in the Champs-Elysees and point out the people as they go
by than drive at the side of the prettiest woman in Paris.  He always
treats him as though he saw the invisible crown upon his head; he will
throw over any of us to stay in the nursery and play tin soldiers with
him.  And when he was ill--" Barrat nodded his head significantly.
"You remember."

"That will do," said the King.  "We have no time to consider the finer
feelings of the jackal; he is to be sacrificed, and that is all there
is of it.  The presence of the child may make him more unmanageable,
but it will certainly make it easier for me.  So go, bring the boy here
as I bid you."

Barrat left the room and returned immediately, followed by the Crown
Prince and his nurse.  The Prince was a dark, handsome little fellow of
four years.  His mother had died when he was born, and he had never
played with children of his own age, and his face was absurdly wise and
wistful; but it lighted with a sweet and grateful smile when anyone
showed him kindness or sought to arouse his interest.  To the Crown
Prince Kalonay was an awful and wonderful being.  He was the one person
who could make him laugh out of pure happiness and for no reason, as a
child should laugh.  And people who had seen them together asked which
of the princes was the older of the two.  When the child entered the
room, clinging to Barrat's finger, he carried in his other hand a
wooden spade and bucket, still damp with sand, and he was dressed in a
shabby blue sailor suit which left his little legs bare, and exposed
the scratches and bruises of many falls.  A few moments later, when the
conspirators entered the King's salon, preceded by Erhaupt, they found
the boy standing by his father's knee.  The King had his hand upon the
child's head, and had been interrupted apparently in a discourse on the
dignity of kingship, for the royal crown of Messina had been brought
out and stood beside him on the table, and his other hand rested on it
reverently.  It was an effective tableau, and the visitors observed it
with varying emotions, but with silence.

The King rose, taking his son's hand in his, and bowed, looking
inquiringly from Barrat to the Prince Kalonay.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked.  "Was it
discreet of you to come together in this way?  But you are most
welcome.  Place chairs for the ladies, Barrat."

Kalonay glanced at the others, and they nodded to him as though to make
him their spokesman.  He pointed at Gordon with his cap.

"We are here on the invitation of this gentleman, your Majesty," he
said.  "He took it upon himself to send after those of us who had gone
into the country, and came in person for the others who remained in
town.  He tells us he has news of the greatest importance to
communicate, which he cannot disclose except to you, and in the
presence of all of those who are to take part in the expedition.  We
decided to accompany him here, as he asked us, and to leave it to your
Majesty to say whether or not you wished us to remain." Kalonay smiled
in apology at the King, and the King answered him with a smile.

"The procedure is perhaps unconventional," the King said, "but in
America they move quickly.  No doubt our young companion has acted as
he thought was for the best.  If he has taken a liberty, the nature of
his news will probably excuse him.  Perhaps, Mr. Gordon," he added,
turning to the American, "you had better first tell me what this
discovery is, and I will decide whether it is best to discuss it in
open council."

Gordon did not appear to be the least disturbed by the criticism
Kalonay and the King had passed upon his conduct.  He only smiled
pleasantly when the King had finished speaking, and showed no
inclination to accept a private audience.

"What I have to say, your Majesty," he began, "is this.  I have learned
that all the secrets of your expedition have been sold to the Republic
of Messina.  One of those now present in this room is charged with
having sold them.  Shall I go on," he asked, "or do you still think it
advisable for anyone to leave the room?"

He paused and glanced from the King to the double row of conspirators,
who were standing together in a close semicircle facing the King and
himself.  The instant he ceased speaking there rose from their ranks an
outburst of consternation, of anger, and of indignant denial.  The
King's spirits rose within him at the sound, although he frowned and
made a gesture as though to command silence.

"Mr. Gordon, this is a serious charge you make," he said, smiling
grimly.  "One that may cost you a great deal--it might cost you your
life perhaps."  He paused significantly, and there was a second
outburst, this time from the younger men, which came so suddenly that
it was as though Louis had played upon certain chords on a keyboard,
and the sounds he wanted had answered to his touch.

"Pardon me, that is not the question," said Gordon.  "That I make
charges or run risks in making charges is not important.  That your
expedition has failed before it has even started is, however, of great
importance, at least so it sees to me."

There was a movement in the circle, and Father Paul pushed his way
forward from his place beside Miss Carson's chair.  He was so greatly
moved that when he spoke his voice was harsh and broken.  "What is your
authority for saying we have failed?" he demanded.

Gordon bowed gravely and turned and pointed to the Frenchman.  "This
gentleman," he said, "is General Renauld, Commander-in-Chief of the
army of Messina.  He is my authority.  He knows all that you mean to
do.  If he knows it, it is likely, is it not, that his army and the
President of the Republic know it also, and that when we attempt to
land they will be waiting for us."

The King silenced the second outburst that followed this by rising and
holding up his hand.

"Silence!  I believe I can explain," he said.  He was smiling, and his
bearing was easy and so full of assurance that the exclamations and
whispers died away on the instant.  "I am afraid I see what has
happened," the King said.  "But there need be no cause for alarm.  This
gentleman is, as Mr. Gordon says, the Commander-in-Chief of the
Messinian army, and it is true he suspected that an armed force would
invade the island.  It is not strange that he should have suspected it,
and it needed no traitor to enlighten him.  The visit of Father Paul
and the Prince Kalonay in the yacht, and their speeches inciting the
people to rebellion, would have warned the government that an
expedition might soon follow.  The return of our yacht to this place
has no doubt been made known in Messina through the public press, and
General Renauld followed the yacht here to learn what he could of our
plans--of our intended movements.  He came here to spy on us, and as a
spy I ordered Mr. Gordon to arrest him this morning on any charge he
pleased, and to place him out of our way until after to-night, when we
should have sailed.  I chose Mr. Gordon to undertake this service
because he happened to speak the language of the country, and it was
necessary to deal directly with the local authorities without the
intervention of an outsider.  What has happened is only too evident.
The spy, who when he came here only suspected, now, as Mr. Gordon says,
knows the truth, and he could have learned it only from one person, to
whom he has no doubt paid a pretty price for the information."  The
King took a step forward and pointed with his hand at the American.  "I
gave that man into your keeping, sir," he cried, "but I had you
watched.  Instead of placing him in jail you took him to a cafe and
remained there with him for three hours, and from that cafe you came
directly here to this room.  If he knows the truth, he learned it in
that cafe, and he learned it from you!"  There was a ring of such
earnestness and sincerity in the King's speech, and he delivered it
with such indignation and bitter contempt that a shout of relief, of
approbation and conviction, went up from his hearers, and fell as
quickly on the words as the applause of an audience drowns out the last
note of a great burst of song.  Barrat, in the excess of his relief,
turned his back sharply on the King, glancing sideways at Erhaupt and
shaking his head in speechless admiration.

"He is wonderful, simply wonderful," Erhaupt muttered; "he would have
made a great actor or a great diplomat."

"He is wasted as a King," whispered Barrat.

There was a menacing movement on the part of the younger men toward
Gordon and General Renauld, which the King noted, but which he made no
effort to check.  Neither Gordon nor General Renauld gave any sign that
they observed it. The American was busily engaged in searching his
pockets, and from one of these he produced two pieces of paper, which
he held up above his head, so that those in the room might see them.

"One moment, please," he began, and then waited until the tumult in the
room had ceased.  "Again, I must point out to you," he said, in brisk,
business-like tones, "that we are digressing.  The important thing is
not who did, or did not, sell out the expedition, but that it is in
danger of failing altogether.  What his Majesty says is in part
correct.  I did not take this gentleman to jail; I did take him to a
cafe, and there he told me much more concerning the expedition than I
had learned from those directly interested.  His information, he told
me, had been sold to the Republic by one who visited the island and who
claimed to act for one other.  I appreciated the importance of what he
said, and I also guessed that my word and his unsupported might be
doubted, as you have just doubted it.  So I took the liberty of
verifying what General Renauld told me by cabling to the President of

There was a shout of consternation at these words, but Gordon's manner
was so confident and the audacity of his admission so surprised his
hearers that they were silent again immediately, and waited, with
breathless interest, while Gordon unfolded one of the pieces of paper.

"This is a copy of the cablegram I sent the President," he said, "and
to which, with his permission, I signed General Renauld's name.  It is
as follows:--

The President.  The Palace, Messina.--They will not believe you are
fully informed.  Cable at once the exact hour when they will leave
Tangier, at what hour they expect to land, at what place they expect to
land, what sum you have promised to pay for this information, and the
names of those to whom it is to be paid.


Gordon lowered the paper.  "Is that quite clear?" he asked.  "Do you
follow me? I have invited the enemy himself to inform you of your
plans, and to tell you who has betrayed them.  His answer, which was
received a half hour ago, removes all suspicion from any save those he
names.  General Renauld and myself cease to be of the least consequence
in the matter; we are only messengers.  It is the President of Messina
who will speak to you now.  If you still doubt that the secret of your
expedition is known to the President you will have to doubt him."

The King sprang quickly to his feet and struck the arm of his chair
sharply with his open hand.

"I shall not permit that message to be read," he said.  "If we have a
traitor here, he is a traitor against me.  And I shall deal with him as
I see fit, in private."

There was a murmur of disappointment and of disapproval even, and the
King again struck the arm of his chair for silence.  Kalonay advanced
toward him, shaking his head and holding out his hands in protest.

"Your Majesty, I beseech you," he began.  "This concerns us all," he
cried.  "It is too evident that we have been betrayed; but it is not
fair to any of us that we should all lie under suspicion, as we must
unless it is told who has been guilty of this infamy.  I beg your
Majesty to reconsider.  There is no one in this room who is not in our
secret, and whoever has betrayed us must be with us here and now.  I,
who have an interest second only to your own, ask that that cablegram
be read."

There was a murmur of approbation from the conspirators, and
exclamations of approval and entreaty.  Miss Carson, in her excitement,
had risen to her feet and was standing holding her mother's hand.  The
King glanced uncertainly at Kalonay, and then turned to Barrat and
Erhaupt as if in doubt.

Gordon's eyes were fixed for a moment on Kalonay with a strange and
puzzled expression.  Then he gave a short sigh of relief, and turning
quickly searched the faces of those around him.  What he saw seemed to
confirm him in his purpose, for he folded the paper and placed it in
his pocket.  "His Majesty is right," he said.  "I shall not read this."

Kalonay and Father Paul turned upon him angrily.  "You have no choice
in the matter, sir," Kalonay cried.  "It has passed entirely out of
your hands."

"I beg your Majesty that the cablegram be read," the priest demanded,
in a voice that held less the tone of a request than of a command.

"I shall not read it," persisted Gordon, "because the person chiefly
concerned is not present."

"That is all the more reason for reading it," said Kalonay.  "Your
Majesty must reconsider."

The King whispered to Barrat, and the others waited in silence that
expressed their interest more clearly than a chorus of questions would
have done.

"It shall be as you ask," the King said, at last.  "You may read the
message, Mr. Gordon."

Gordon opened the paper and looked at it for some seconds of time with
a grave and perplexed expression, and then, with a short breath, as one
who takes a plunge, read it aloud.  "This is it," he said.

To General Renauld.  Cable Office, Tangier.--They leave Tangier Tuesday
at midnight, they land at daybreak Thursday morning on the south beach
below the old breakwater.  The secret of the expedition was sold us for
three hundred thousand francs by the Countess Zara and the Prince

Gordon stuck the paper in his pocket, and, crossing to Kalonay, held
out his hand, with a smile.  "I don't believe it, of course," he said;
"but you would have it."

Kalonay neither saw the gesture nor heard the words.  He was turning in
bewilderment from the King to Father Paul, and he laughed uncertainly.

"What nonsense is this?" he demanded.  "Whose sorry trick is this?  The
lie is not even ingenious."

General Renauld had not spoken since he had entered the room, but now
he advanced in front of Kalonay and faced him with a threatening

"The President of Messina does not lie, sir," he said, sternly.  "I
myself saw the Countess Zara write out that paper, which I and others
signed, and in which we agreed to pay to her and to you the money you
asked for betraying your King."

Father Paul pressed his hand heavily on Kalonay's shoulder.  "Do not
answer him," he commanded.  Gordon had moved to Kalonay's other side,
and the three men had unconsciously assumed an attitude of defence, and
stood back to back in a little group facing the angry circle that
encompassed them.  The priest raised his arm to command a hearing.

"Where is Madame Zara?" he cried.

"Ah, where indeed?" echoed the King, sinking back into his chair.  "She
has fled.  It is all too evident now; she has betrayed us and she has

But on his words, as if in answer to the priest's summons, the curtains
that hid the door into the King's private room were pulled to one side,
and Madame Zara appeared between them, glancing fearfully at the
excited crowd before her.  As she stood hesitating on the threshold,
she swayed slightly and clutched the curtains for a moment as though
for support.  The priest advanced, and led her to the centre of the
room.  She held a folded paper in her hand, which she gave to him in

"You have heard what has passed?" he asked, with a toss of his head
toward the heavy curtains.  The woman raised her head and bowed.  The
priest unfolded the paper.

"Am I to read this?" he asked.  The woman bowed again.

There was silence in the room while the priest's eyes ran quickly over
the paper.  He crushed it in his hand.

"It is as General Renauld says," he exclaimed.  "In this the Republic
of Messina agrees to pay the Countess Zara and the Prince Kalonay three
hundred thousand francs, if the expedition is withdrawn after it has
made a pretence of landing on the shores of Messina."

He took a step forward.  "Madame Zara," he cried, in a tone of warning,
"do you pretend that the Prince Kalonay was your accomplice in this;
that he knew what you meant to do?"

Madame Zara once more bowed her head.

"No! You must speak," commanded the priest.  "Answer me!"

Zara hesitated, in evident distress, and glanced appealingly at the
King; but the expression on his face was one of grief and of
unrelenting virtue.  "I do," she said, at last, in a low voice.
"Kalonay did know.  He thought the revolution would not succeed; he
thought it would fail, and so--and so--and we needed money.  They made
me--I, O my God, I cannot--I cannot!" she cried, suddenly, sinking on
her knees and hiding her face with her hands.

Kalonay stepped toward her and lifted her gently to her feet; but when
she looked and saw who it was that held her, she gave a cry and pulled
herself free.  She staggered and would have fallen, had not Gordon
caught and held her by the arm.  The King rose from his chair and
pointed at the shrinking figure of the woman.

"Stand aside from her," he said, sternly.  "Why should we pity her,
what pity has she shown for us--for me?  She has robbed me of my
inheritance.  But let her go, she is a woman; we cannot punish her.
Her sins rest on her own head.  But you--you," he cried, turning
fiercely on Kalonay, his voice rising to a high and melancholy key,
"you whom I have heaped with honors, whom I have leaned upon as on the
arm of a brother, that you should have sold me for silver, that you
should have turned Judas!"

The crowd of volunteers, bewildered by the rapid succession of events,
and confused and rendered desperate by the failure of their expedition,
caught up the word, and pressing forward with a rush, surrounded
Kalonay in an angry circle, crying "Judas!" "Traitor!" and "Coward!"

Kalonay turned from side to side.  On some he smiled bitterly in
silence, and at others he broke out into swift and fierce
denunciations; but the men around him crowded closer and would not
permit him to be heard.  He had turned upon them, again challenging
them to listen, when there was an opening in the circle and the men
stepped back, and Miss Carson pushed her way among them and halted at
Kalonay's side.  She did not look at him, but at the men about him.
She was the only calm figure in the group, and her calmness at such a
crisis, and her youth, and the fineness and fearlessness of her beauty,
surprised them into a sudden quiet.  There was instantly a cry for
order, and the men stood curious and puzzled, watching to see what she
would do.

"Gentlemen," she said, in a clear, grave voice.  "Gentlemen," she
repeated, sharply, as a few murmurs still greeted her, "if you are
gentlemen, let this lady speak.  She has not finished."  She crossed
quickly and took the Countess Zara by the hand.  "Go on, madame," she
urged, gently.  "Do not be afraid.  You say they made you do it.  Who
made you do it?  You have told us a part of the truth.  Now tell us the
whole truth."  For a moment the girl seemed much the older of the two,
and as Zara glanced up at her fearfully, she smiled to reassure her,
and stroked the woman's hand with her own.  "Who made you do it?" she
repeated.  "Not the Prince Kalonay, surely.  You cannot hope to make us
believe that.  We trust him absolutely.  Who was it, then?"

The King sprang forward with an oath; his apathy and mock dignity had
fallen from him like a mask.  His face was mottled, and his vicious
little eyes flashed with fear and anger.  Erhaupt crowded close behind
him, crouching like a dog at his heels.

"She has lied enough already," the King cried.  "We will not listen to
her.  Take her away."

"Yes, let her go," shouted Erhaupt, with a laugh.  "If she had been a
decent woman----"

There was a quick parting in the group and the sound of a heavy blow as
Kalonay flung himself upon Erhaupt and struck him in the face, so that
he staggered and fell at length upon the floor.  Gordon stood over him,
his fingers twitching at his side.

"Stand up, you bully," he said, "and get out of this, before we throw
you out."

Zara's face had turned a pitiful crimson, but her eyes flashed and
burned with resolve and indignation.  She stood erect and menacing,
like an angry goddess, and more beautiful in her indignation than they
had ever seen her.

"Now, I shall tell them the truth," she said, sternly.  "That man," she
cried, pointing her finger at the King, "that man whom they call a
King--that man who would have sacrificed the only friend who serves him
unselfishly--is the man who sold your secret to the enemy.  It was he
who made me do it.  He sent me to Messina, and while the priest and the
Prince Kalonay were working in the south, I sold them to the government
at the capital.  Barrat knew it, Erhaupt knew it, the King himself
planned it--to get money.  He has robbed all of his own people; he had
meant to rob this young girl; and he is so mean and pitiful a creature
that to save himself he now tries to hide behind the skirts of a woman,
and to sacrifice her,--the woman who has given her soul to him.  And
for this--my God!" she cried, her voice rising in an accent of agony
and bitter contempt--"for this!"

There was a grim and momentous silence in the room while Zara turned,
and without waiting to learn what effect her words might have, made her
way swiftly through the crowd and passed on out of the room and on to
the terrace beyond.

The King crouched back in his chair like a common criminal in the dock,
glancing fearfully from under his lowered eyebrows at the faces about
him, and on none did he see the least question of doubt but that Zara
had at last spoken the truth.

"She lies," the King muttered, as though answering their unspoken
thoughts, "the woman lies."

There was no movement from the men about him.  Shame for him, and grief
and bitter disappointment for themselves, showed on the face of each.
From outside a sea-breeze caught up the sand of the beach and drove it
whispering against the high windows, and the beat of the waves upon the
shores filled out and marked the silence of the room.

The Prince Kalonay stepped from the circle and stood for a moment
before the King, regarding him with an expression of grief and bitter
irony.  The King's eyes rose insolently, and faltered, and sank.

"For many years, your Majesty," the Prince said, but so solemnly that
it was as though he were a judge upon the bench, or a priest speaking
across an open grave, "the Princes of my house have served the Kings of
yours.  In times of war they fought for the King in battle, they
beggared themselves for him in times of peace; our women sold their
jewels for the King, our men gave him their lives, and in all of these
centuries the story of their loyalty, of their devotion, has had but
one sequel, and has met with but one reward,--ingratitude and
selfishness and treachery.  You know how I have served you, Louis.  You
know that I gave up my fortune and my home to go into exile with you,
and I did that gladly.  But I did more than that.  I did more than any
king or any man has the right to expect of any other man.  I served
your idle purposes so well that you, yourself, called me your jackal,
the only title your Majesty has ever bestowed that was deserved.  There
is no low thing nor no base thing that I have not done for you.  To
serve your pleasures, to gain you money, I have sunken so low that all
the royal blood in Europe could not make me clean.  But there is a
limit to what a man may do for his King, and to the loyalty a King may
have the right to demand.  And to-day and here, with me, the story of
our devotion to your House ends, and you go your way and I go mine, and
the last of my race breaks his sword and throws it at your feet, and is
done with you and yours forever."

Even those in the room who held no sympathy in their hearts for the
sentiment that had inspired the young man, felt that at that moment and
in their hearing he had renounced what was to him his religion and his
faith, and on the faces of all was the expression of a deep pity and
concern.  Their own adventure, in the light of his grief and bitterness
of spirit, seemed selfish and little, and they stood motionless, in an
awed and sorrowful silence.

The tense strain of the moment was broken suddenly by the advent on the
scene of an actor who had, in the rush of events, been neglected and
forgotten.  The little Crown Prince had stood clinging to his nurse's
skirts, an uncomprehending spectator of what was going forward.  But he
now advanced slowly, feeling that the silence invited him to claim his
father's notice.  He halted beside the chair in which Louis sat, his
head bent on his hands, and made an effort to draw himself up to his
father's knee.

But the King pushed him down, and hid his face from him.  The child
turned irresolutely, with a troubled countenance, and, looking up, saw
that the attention of all was fixed upon him.  At this discovery a
sudden flood of shyness overtook him, and he retreated hastily until
his eyes fell on the Prince Kalonay, standing alone, with his own eyes
turned resolutely away.  There was a breathless hush in the room as the
child, with a happy sigh, ran to his former friend and comrade, and
reached up both his arms.  The tableau was a familiar one to those who
knew them, and meant only that the child asked to be lifted up and
swung to the man's shoulder; but following as it did on what had just
passed, the gesture and the attitude carried with them the significance
of an appeal.  Kalonay, as though with a great effort, lowered his eyes
to the upturned face of the child below him, but held himself back and
stood stiffly erect.  A sharp shake of the head, as though he argued
with himself, was the only sign he gave of the struggle that was going
on within him.

At this second repulse, the child's arms dropped to his side, his lips
quivered, and he stood, a lonely little figure, glancing up at the
circle of men about him, and struggling to press back the tears that
came creeping to his eyes.

Kalonay regarded him steadfastly for a brief moment, as though he saw
him as a stranger, searching his face with eyes as pitiful as the
child's own; and then, with a sudden, sharp cry, the Prince dropped on
his knee and caught the child toward him, crushing him against his
heart, and burying his face on his shoulder.  There was a shout of
exultation from the nobles, and an uttered prayer from the priest, and
in a moment the young men had crowded in around them, struggling to be
the first to kiss the child's hands, and to ask pardon of the man who
held him in his arms.

"Gentlemen," Kalonay cried, his voice laughing through his tears, "we
shall still sail for the island of Messina.  They shall not say of us
that we visited the sins of the father on a child.  I was weak, my
friends, and I was credulous.  I thought I could break the tradition of
centuries.  But our instincts are stronger than our pride, and the
House I have always served I shall serve to the last."  He swung the
Crown Prince high upon his shoulder, and held his other arm above his
head.  "You will help me place this child upon his throne," he
commanded, and the room rang with cheers.  "You will appeal to his
people," he cried.  "Do you not think they will rise to this
standard-bearer, will they not rally to his call?  For he is a true
Prince, my comrades, who comes to them with no stain of wrong or
treachery, without a taint, as untarnished as the white snow that lies
summer and winter in the hollow of our hills, `and a child shall lead
us, and a child shall set them free.'  To the yacht!" he shouted.  "We
will sail at once, and while they wait for us to be betrayed into their
hands at the north, we shall be landing in the south, and thousands
will be hurrying to our standard."

His last words were lost in a tumult of cheers and cries, and the young
men poured out upon the terrace, running toward the shore, and filling
the soft night-air with shouts of "Long live the Prince Regent!"  "Long
live our King!"

As the room grew empty Kalonay crossed it swiftly and advancing to Miss
Carson took her hand.  His face was radiant with triumph and content.
He regarded her steadily for a moment, as though he could not find
words to tell his feelings.

"You had faith in me," he said, at last.  "Can I ever make you
understand how much that means to me?  When all had turned against me
you trusted me, you had faith in me, in the King's jackal."

"Silence; you must never say that again," the girl commanded, gently.
"You have shown it to be the lie it always was.  We shall call you the
Defender of the Faith now; you are the guardian of a King."  She smiled
at the little boy in his arms, and made a slight courtesy to them both.
"You have outgrown your old title," she said; "you have a proud one
now, you will be the Prince Regent."

Kalonay, with the child in his arms, and Miss Carson were standing
quite alone.  General Renauld had been led away, guarded by a merry
band of youngsters; the King still crouched in his chair, with Barrat
bowed behind him, but pulling, with philosophic calm, on a cigarette,
and Father Paul and Gordon were in close conversation with Mrs. Carson
at the farther end of the room.  The sun had set, and the apartment was
in semi-darkness.  Kalonay moved closer to Miss Carson and looked
boldly into her eyes, "There is a prouder title than that of the
Regent," he whispered; "will you ever give it me?"

The girl started, breathing quickly, and turned her head aside, making
an effort to free her hand, but Kalonay held it closer in his own.
"Will you give it me?" he begged.

Then the girl looked up at him smiling, but with such confidence and
love in her eyes that he read his answer, though she shook her head, as
though to belie the truth her eyes had told him.

"When you have done your work," she said, "come to me or send for me,
and I shall come and give you my answer; and whether you fail or
succeed the answer will be the same."

Kalonay stooped quickly and kissed her hand, and when he raised his
face his eyes were smiling with such happiness that the little child in
his arms read it there, and smiled too in sympathy, and pressed his
face closer against his comrade's shoulder.

Gordon at this moment moved across the room and bowed, making a deep
obeisance to the child.

"Might I be permitted," he asked, "to kiss his Royal Highness?  I
should like to boast of the fact, later," he explained.

The Crown Prince turned his sad, wise eyes on him in silence, and
gravely extended a little hand.

"You may kiss his Highness's hand," said Kalonay, smiling.

Gordon laughed and pressed the fingers in his own.

"When you talk like that, Kalonay," he said, "you make me feel like
Alice in the court-room with the Kings and Queens around her.  A dozen
times this afternoon I've felt like saying, `After all, they are only a
pack of cards.'"

Kalonay shook his head and glanced toward Miss Carson for enlightenment.

"I don't understand," he said.

"No, you couldn't be expected to," said Gordon; "You have not been
educated up to that.  It is the point of view."

He stuck out the middle finger of his hand, and drove it three times
deliberately into the side of the Crown Prince.  The child gasped and
stared open-mouthed at the friendly stranger, and then catching the
laugh in Gordon's eyes, laughed with him.

"Now," said Gordon, "I shall say that I have dug the King of Messina in
the ribs--that is even better than having kissed him.  God bless your
Royal Highness," he said, bowing gravely.  "You may find me
disrespectful at times," he added; "but then, you must remember, I am
going to risk a valuable life for you.  At least it's an extremely
valuable one to me."

Kalonay looked at Gordon for a moment with serious consideration, and
then held out his hand.  "You also had faith in me," he said.  "I thank
you.  Are you in earnest; do you really wish to serve us?"

"I mean to stay by you until the boy is crowned," said the American,
"unless we separate on our several paths of glory--where they will lead
depends, I imagine, on how we have lived."

"Or on how we die," Kalonay added.  "I am glad to hear you speak so.
If you wish, I shall attach you to the person of the Crown Prince.  You
shall be on the staff with the rank of Colonel."

Gordon made a low and sweeping bow.

"Rise, Sir Archibald Gordon," he said.  "I thank you," he added. "We
shall strive to please."

Miss Carson shook her head at him, and sighed in protest.

"Will you always take everything as a joke, Archie?" she said.

"My dear Patty," he answered, "the situation is much too serious to
take in any other way."

They moved to the door, and there the priest and Mrs. Carson joined
them; but on the threshold Kalonay stopped and looked for the first
time since he had addressed him at the King.

He regarded him for some seconds sternly in silence, and then pointed,
with his free hand, at the crown of Messina, which still rested on the
table at the King's elbow.  "Colonel Gordon," he said, in a tone of
assured authority, "I give the crown of Messina into your keeping.  You
will convey it, with all proper regard for its dignity, safely on board
the yacht, and then bring it at once to me."

When he had finished speaking the Prince turned and, without looking at
the King, passed on with the others across the terrace and disappeared
in the direction of the shore, where the launch lay waiting.

Gordon crossed the room and picked up the crown from the table, lifting
it with both hands, the King and Barrat watching him in silence as he
did so.  He hesitated, and held it for a moment, regarding it with much
the same expression of awe and amusement that a man shows when he is
permitted to hold a strange baby in his arms.  Turning, he saw the
sinister eyes of the King and of Barrat fastened upon him, and he
smiled awkwardly, and in some embarrassment turned the crown about in
his hands, so that the jewels in its circle gleamed dully in the dim
light of the room.  Gordon raised the crown and balanced it on his
finger-tips, regarding it severely and shaking his head.

"There are very few of these left in the world now, your Majesty," he
said, cheerfully, "and the number is getting smaller every year.  We
have none at all in my country, and I should think--seeing they are so
few--that those who have them would take better care of them, and try
to keep them untarnished, and brushed up, and clean."  He turned his
head and looked inquiringly at the King, but Louis made no sign that he
heard him.

"I have no desire, you understand me," continued Gordon, unabashed, "to
take advantage of a man when he is down, but the temptation to say `I
told you so' seems almost impossible to resist.  What?" he asked--"I
beg your pardon, I thought you spoke."  But the King continued
scornfully silent, and only a contemptuous snort from Barrat expressed
his feelings.

Gordon placed the crown carefully under his arm, and then removed it
quickly, with a guilty look of dismay at its former owner, and let it
swing from his hand; but this fashion of carrying it seemed also
lacking in respect, so he held it up again with both hands and glanced
at the King in some perplexity.

"There ought to be a sofa-cushion to go with this, or something to
carry it on," he said, in a grieved tone.  "You see, I am new at this
sort of thing.  Perhaps your Majesty would kindly give me some expert
information.  How do you generally carry it?"

The King's eyes snapped open and shut again.

"On my head," he said, grimly.

Gordon laughed in great relief.

"Now, do you know, I like that," he cried.  "That shows spirit.  I am
glad to see you take it so cheerfully.  Well, I must be going, sir," he
added, nodding, and moving toward the door.  "Don't be discouraged.  As
someone says, `It's always morning somewhere,' and in my country
there's just as good men out of office as there are in it.  Good-night."

While the sound of Gordon's footsteps died away across the marble
terrace, the King and Barrat remained motionless and silent.  The
darkness in the room deepened and the silence seemed to deepen with it;
and still they remained immovable, two shadowy figures in the deserted
apartment where the denunciations of those who had abandoned them still
seemed to hang and echo in the darkness.  What thoughts passed through
their minds or for how long a time they might still have sat in bitter
contemplation can only be guessed, for they were surprised by the sharp
rattle of a lock, the two great doors of the adjoining room were thrown
wide open, and a broad and brilliant light flooded the apartment.
Niccolas, the King's majordomo, stood  between the doors, a black
silhouette against the glare of many candles.

"His Majesty is served!" he said.

The King lifted his head sharply, as though he found some lurking
mockery in the words, or some fresh affront; but in the obsequious bow
of his majordomo there was no mockery, and the table beyond glistened
with silver, while a pungent and convincing odor of rich food was
wafted insidiously through the open doors.

The King rose with a gentle sigh, and nodded to his companion.

"Come, Barrat," he said, taking the baron's arm in his.  "The rascals
have robbed us of our throne, but, thank God, they have had the grace
to leave me my appetite."

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