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Paul accepted this advice, and retired to the next apartment.
"Shall I call this Fate?" he murmured, as he laid his head on the pillow. "Without any seeking on my part I am now beneath the same roof as Barbara."
CHAPTER VIII
PAUL AND THE PRINCESS
After a brief interval of repose Paul awoke, and had scarcely donned his uniform when a court chamberlain, carrying a silver gilt staff, presented himself with a message to the effect that, "The Princess of Czernova, having learned that the ill.u.s.trious defender of Taj.a.pore is at the present time within her palace, desires to hold a private interview with him in the White Saloon."
The chamberlain went on to say that though court dress or military uniform was _de rigueur_ in such interviews, he had been expressly commanded to state that on the present occasion the princess would waive all ceremony.
Having no other attire with him, Paul had of necessity to go to this momentous meeting in his uniform, and accordingly he set off at once with the chamberlain, who on the way ventured to remind him of the etiquette to be observed during the approaching interview: he must stand unless requested to sit; make no observation of his own, but simply reply to the questions addressed him; he must not withdraw till the princess should give the signal, and in withdrawing he must keep his face turned towards her.
All this, and much more, from Silver Staff touched Paul with a sense of humor, when he recalled the sweet and unrestrained intercourse at Castel Nuovo.
On entering the White Saloon Paul perceived Barbara seated at a table, and pencil in hand, ostensibly occupied in annotating state-papers. She wore a dainty dress of white tulle sparkling with silver embroidery over ivory satin.
She was evidently in a state of nervousness. The pencil trembled within her fingers. She did not glance at Paul, but kept her eyes upon the papers before her.
Now that the chamberlain had withdrawn, she was expecting Paul to come forward with the greeting, "Barbara!" Nay, if the truth must be told, she was longing to be folded in his arms, and to hear again the pa.s.sionate language which he had addressed to her on that memorable day of their parting.
But to her disappointment Paul seemed as formal as a courtier. With his plumed helmet doffed he stood at the distance prescribed by court etiquette waiting for her to speak.
Quick to interpret his secret thought, she saw that he recognized the existence of a wide gulf between them, a gulf that could be crossed only from her side; if there was to be a renewal of love it was for her to take the initiative.
This att.i.tude on his part, though studiously correct, embarra.s.sed her exceedingly.
"I little thought," she began in a low and faltering voice, "when reading of the brave deeds of one Captain Woodville, that the doer of them was known to me. Captain Cressingham," she continued, reverting to the more familiar name, "for two years I have been under the belief that you perished in that Dalmatian earthquake."
"Your Highness, I have been under a similar belief regarding yourself."
"Knowing, as you do," she continued, aimlessly tracing lines on the paper before her, "that I cannot be the real Princess Natalie, you are perhaps of opinion that I have no right to the throne of Czernova?"
"Princess--no! I will believe anything rather than that you are an usurper or an impostor."
The energy with which he spoke attested the sincerity of his belief.
Now for the first time since his entrance the princess raised her eyes, and their flash of grat.i.tude thrilled Paul.
"Your faith in me is not misplaced, for I am truly the lawful Princess of Czernova, though a strange necessity has compelled me to a.s.sume the name of my sister Natalie. You shall have the story anon, Captain Cressingham," she continued, in a curiously labored voice, as if the choice of words were a difficulty, "we were parted in a very strange way. You will perhaps have guessed that I was carried off by the orders of Cardinal Ravenna, who acted, however, under the authority of my father, Prince Thaddeus.
"They justified the secret abduction on the ground that in my new sphere it would be wise, nay absolutely necessary, to break entirely with the past. But for my own part," added the princess softly, and with the color mantling her cheek, "I do not see the necessity for ignoring all former ties."
"Your Highness has not forgotten the days spent at Castel Nuovo?"
"No, nor that day in Isola Sacra. Captain Cressingham, I am a Lilieska, and the herald will tell you that the motto of the House of Lilieski is '_Keep to troth_.'"
Paul caught his breath at these words, the significance of which was not to be mistaken.
That the lovely convent maiden should care for such an unworthy fellow as himself had been a marvel to him two years previously; but that now, when a princess, and capable of forming a brilliant alliance with king or n.o.ble, she should still adhere to him, was more marvellous still.
Barbara, no longer able to endure this state of tension, rose to her feet, and with unsteady step moved towards Paul.
"When the suitor is of inferior rank," she said with a strange catch in her voice, "court etiquette permits a princess to make the first advance in love. Thus, then, do I avail myself of the privilege.
Paul," she continued, taking his hands in her own, and striving to look into his averted face, "have you forgotten your words to me on that sunny day in the old Greek temple? Day and night for two years I have never ceased to think of them. Yes, though you may reproach me with the name of Bora, your image has never been absent from my mind.
Does my new rank embarra.s.s you? To you I am the same Barbara now as I was then. I long to lay aside my state; to wander again through the pine-woods of Dalmatia; to handle an oar on the blue Adriatic as on that day when we were so cruelly parted. Ah, heaven! how cold, how silent you are! Why do you turn away your eyes? Paul, look at me," she entreated wistfully.
Paul, knowing full well that her attachment to him was certain to create confusion in Czernovese politics, had come fully prepared to sacrifice his own happiness to her interests. But this appeal on her part overcame him. He could not resist the temptation presented by the beautiful face so close to his own. Moved by a sudden impulse, he clasped her pa.s.sionately in his arms.
"Oh! this cannot be," he murmured a moment afterwards. "It is madness."
"Then let me be mad," she said with a low sweet laugh as she clung to him.
"You are a princess, and I am merely a military officer."
"And where would the princess now be but for the officer who found her wandering in the wild-wood?"
"Princess--Barbara--I love you--"
"I have been waiting for those words, Paul."
"I love you--how deeply no words of mine can tell; but when I think of the difference in our rank--"
"But you must not think of it, Paul," she interrupted, still within the circle of his arms, and placing her finger with a witching air on his lip.
"It must be that we part. The law of Czernova forbids our union."
"The Diet shall repeal that law."
"Your ministers, your n.o.bility, your people will never tolerate an unt.i.tled Englishman."
"I am ruler in Czernova," she answered proudly. "No one shall dictate to me as to my choice of a consort."
"The Duke of Bora--what of him?" said Paul, with difficulty p.r.o.nouncing the name that had become doubly hateful to him.
Barbara's eyes drooped. She hid her face on his breast.
"Forgive me, Paul. Do not reproach me with his name. Remember that I thought you dead. I have never forgotten you, nor ceased to love your memory. It was political necessity that drove me to the arms of Bora.
On my coming here from Dalmatia in the character of Princess Natalie, I was compelled by the _role_ I had a.s.sumed to receive the addresses of the duke, addresses which I at heart loathed. It had been my intention to break with him ultimately; but of late, since I have been threatened with deposition by Cardinal Ravenna,--yes, deposition," she repeated with flas.h.i.+ng eyes,--"I have weakly thought of marrying the duke; for inasmuch as he is the heir-apparent I should thus ensure my rank, if not my power, as princess. But that idea is gone now; I cast it from me forever."
"But why? Is not the necessity for conciliating the duke as great to-day as yesterday?"
"No; for if I should have lost my crown I should have lost the one thing I held most dear; if I lose it now--"