.We
hold
a
warrant
for
your
arrest
.
"
"
Indeed
?
"
said
Wogan
,
with
a
great
show
of
surprise
.
"
I
cannot
bring
myself
to
believe
it
.
On
what
counts
?
"
"
Firstly
,
in
that
you
stole
away
her
Highness
the
Princess
Clementina
from
the
Emperor
's
guardianship
on
the
night
of
the
27th
of
April
at
Innspruck
.
"
"
Did
I
indeed
do
that
?
"
said
Wogan
,
carelessly
.
"
Upon
my
word
,
this
cloak
of
mine
is
frayed
.
I
had
not
noticed
it
;
"
and
he
picked
at
the
fringe
of
his
cloak
with
some
annoyance
.
"
In
the
second
place
,
you
did
kill
and
put
to
death
,
at
a
wayside
inn
outside
Stuttgart
,
one
Anton
Gans
,
servant
to
the
Countess
of
Berg
.
"
Wogan
smiled
amicably
.
"
I
should
be
given
a
medal
for
that
with
a
most
beautiful
ribbon
of
salmon
colour
,
I
fancy
,
salmon
or
aquamarine
.
Which
would
look
best
,
do
you
think
,
on
a
coat
of
black
velvet
?
I
wear
black
velvet
,
as
your
relations
will
too
,
my
friend
,
if
you
forget
which
step
your
foot
is
on
.
Shall
we
say
salmon
colour
for
the
ribbon
?
The
servant
was
a
noxious
fellow
.
We
will
.
"
The
leader
of
the
four
,
who
had
set
his
foot
on
the
forbidden
step
,
withdrew
it
quickly
.
Wogan
continued
in
the
same
quiet
voice
,
—
"
You
say
you
have
a
warrant
?
"
And
a
voice
very
different
from
his
leader
's
—
a
voice
loud
and
decisive
,
which
came
from
the
last
of
the
four
—
answered
him
,
—
"
We
have
.
The
Emperor
's
warrant
.
"
"
And
how
comes
it
,
"
asked
Wogan
,
"
that
the
Emperor
's
warrant
runs
in
Venice
?
"
"
Because
the
Emperor
's
arm
strikes
in
Venice
,
"
cried
the
hindermost
again
,
and
he
pushed
past
the
man
in
front
of
him
.
"
That
we
have
yet
to
see
,
"
cried
Wogan
,
and
his
sword
flashed
naked
in
his
hand
.
At
the
same
moment
the
man
who
had
spoken
drew
a
pistol
and
fired
.
He
fired
in
a
hurry
;
the
bullet
cut
a
groove
in
the
rail
of
the
stair
and
flattened
itself
against
the
passage
wall
.
"
The
Emperor
's
arm
shakes
,
it
seems
,
"
said
Wogan
,
with
a
laugh
.
The
leader
of
the
party
,
thrust
forward
by
those
behind
him
,
was
lifted
to
the
forbidden
step
.
"
I
warned
you
,
"
cried
Wogan
,
and
his
sword
darted
out
.
But
whether
from
design
or
accident
,
the
man
uttered
a
cry
and
stumbled
forward
on
his
face
.
Wogan
's
sword
flashed
over
his
shoulder
,
and
its
point
sank
into
the
throat
of
the
soldier
behind
him
.
That
second
soldier
fell
back
,
with
the
blood
spurting
from
his
wound
,
upon
the
man
with
the
smoking
pistol
,
who
thrust
him
aside
with
an
oath
.
"
Make
room
,
"
he
cried
,
and
lunged
over
the
fallen
leader
.
"
Here
's
a
fellow
in
the
most
desperate
hurry
,
"
said
Wogan
,
and
parrying
the
thrust
he
disengaged
,
circled
,
disengaged
again
,
and
lunging
felt
the
soldier
's
leather
coat
yield
to
his
point
.
"
The
Emperor
's
arm
is
weak
,
too
,
one
might
believe
,
"
he
laughed
,
and
he
drove
his
sword
home
.
The
man
fell
upon
the
stairs
;
but
as
Wogan
spoke
the
leader
crouched
on
the
step
plucked
violently
at
his
cloak
below
his
knees
.
Wogan
had
not
recovered
from
his
lunge
;
the
jerk
at
the
cloak
threw
him
off
his
balance
,
his
legs
slipped
forward
under
him
,
in
another
moment
he
would
have
come
crashing
down
the
stairs
upon
his
back
,
and
at
the
bottom
of
the
flight
there
stood
one
man
absolutely
unharmed
supporting
his
comrade
who
had
been
wounded
in
the
throat
.
Wogan
felt
the
jerk
,
understood
the
danger
,
and
saw
its
remedy
at
the
same
instant
.
He
did
not
resist
the
impetus
,
he
threw
his
body
into
it
,
he
sprang
from
the
stairs
forwards
,
tearing
his
cloak
from
the
leader
's
hands
,
he
sprang
across
the
leader
,
across
the
soldier
who
had
fired
at
him
,
and
he
dropped
with
all
his
weight
into
the
arms
of
the
third
man
with
the
pierced
throat
.
The
blood
poured
out
from
the
wound
over
Wogan
's
face
and
breast
in
a
blinding
jet
.
The
fellow
uttered
one
choking
cry
and
reeling
back
carried
the
comrade
who
supported
him
against
the
balustrade
at
the
turn
of
the
stairs
.
Wogan
did
not
give
that
fourth
man
time
to
disengage
himself
,
but
dropping
his
sword
caught
him
by
the
throat
as
the
third
wounded
man
slipped
between
them
to
the
ground
.
Wogan
bent
his
new
opponent
backwards
over
the
balustrade
,
and
felt
the
muscles
of
his
back
resist
and
then
slacken
.
Wogan
bent
him
further
and
further
over
until
it
seemed
his
back
must
break
.
But
it
was
the
balustrade
which
broke
.
Wogan
heard
it
crack
.
He
had
just
time
to
loose
his
hands
and
step
back
,
and
the
railing
and
the
man
poised
on
the
rail
fell
outwards
into
the
courtyard
.
Wogan
stepped
forward
and
peered
downwards
.
The
soldier
had
not
broken
his
neck
,
for
Wogan
saw
him
writhe
upon
the
ground
.
He
bent
his
head
to
see
the
better
;
he
heard
a
report
behind
him
,
and
a
bullet
passed
through
the
crown
of
his
hat
.
He
swung
round
and
saw
the
leader
of
the
four
with
one
of
his
own
pistols
smoking
in
his
hand
.
"
You
!
"
cried
Wogan
.
"
Sure
,
here
's
a
rabbit
attacking
a
terrier
dog
;
"
and
he
sprang
up
the
stairs
.
The
man
threw
away
the
pistol
,
fell
on
his
knees
,
and
held
up
his
hands
for
mercy
.
"
Now
what
will
I
do
to
you
?
"
said
Wogan
.
"
Did
you
not
fire
at
my
back
?
That
's
reprehensible
cowardice
.
And
with
my
own
pistol
,
too
,
which
is
sheer
impertinence
.
What
will
I
do
with
you
?
"
The
man
's
expression
was
so
pitiable
,
his
heavy
cheeks
hung
in
such
despairing
folds
,
that
Wogan
was
stirred
to
laughter
.
"
Well
,
you
have
put
me
to
a
deal
of
inconvenience
,
"
said
he
;
"
but
I
will
be
merciful
,
being
strong
,
being
most
extraordinary
strong
.
I
'll
send
you
back
to
your
master
the
Emperor
with
a
message
from
me
that
four
men
are
no
manner
of
use
at
all
.
Come
in
here
for
a
bit
.
"
Wogan
took
the
unfortunate
man
and
led
him
into
the
parlour
.
Then
he
lit
a
lamp
,
and
making
his
captive
sit
where
he
could
see
any
movement
that
he
made
,
he
wrote
a
very
polite
note
to
his
Most
Catholic
Majesty
the
Emperor
wherein
he
pointed
out
that
it
was
a
cruel
thing
to
send
four
poor
men
who
had
never
done
harm
to
capture
Charles
Wogan
;
that
no
King
or
Emperor
before
who
had
wanted
to
capture
Charles
Wogan
,
of
whom
there
were
already
many
,
and
by
God
's
grace
he
hoped
there
would
be
more
,
had
ever
despatched
less
than
a
regiment
of
horse
upon
so
hazardous
an
expedition
;
and
that
when
Captain
O'Toole
might
be
expected
to
be
standing
side
by
side
with
Wogan
,
it
was
usually
thought
necessary
to
add
seven
batteries
of
artillery
and
a
field
marshal
.
Wogan
thereupon
went
on
to
point
out
that
Peri
was
in
Venetian
territory
,
which
his
Most
Catholic
Majesty
had
violated
,
and
that
Charles
Wogan
would
accordingly
feel
it
his
bounden
duty
not
to
sleep
night
or
day
until
he
had
made
a
confederation
of
Italian
states
to
declare
war
and
captivity
upon
his
Most
Catholic
Majesty
.
Wogan
concluded
with
the
assurances
of
his
profoundest
respects
and
was
much
pleased
by
his
letter
,
which
he
sealed
and
compelled
his
prisoner
upon
his
knees
to
promise
to
deliver
into
the
Emperor
's
own
hands
.
"
Now
where
is
that
pretty
warrant
?
"
said
Wogan
,
as
soon
as
this
important
function
was
accomplished
.
"
It
is
signed
by
the
Governor
of
Trent
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
Who
in
those
regions
is
the
Emperor
's
deputy
.
Hand
it
over
.
"
The
man
handed
it
over
reluctantly
.
"
Now
,
"
continued
Wogan
,
"
here
is
paper
and
ink
and
a
chair
.
Sit
down
and
write
a
full
confession
of
your
audacious
incursion
into
a
friendly
country
,
and
just
write
,
if
you
please
,
how
much
you
paid
the
landlady
to
hear
nothing
of
what
was
doing
.
"
"
You
will
not
force
me
to
that
,
"
cried
the
fellow
.
"
By
no
means
.
The
confession
must
be
voluntary
and
written
of
your
own
free
will
.
So
write
it
,
my
friend
,
without
any
compulsion
whatever
,
or
I
'll
throw
you
out
of
the
window
.
"
Then
followed
a
deal
of
sighing
and
muttering
.
But
the
confession
was
written
and
handed
to
Wogan
,
who
glanced
over
it
.
"
But
there
's
an
omission
,
"
said
he
.
"
You
make
mention
of
only
five
men
.
"
"
There
were
only
five
men
on
the
staircase
.
"
"
But
there
are
six
horses
in
the
stables
.
Will
you
be
good
enough
to
write
down
at
what
hour
on
what
day
Mr.
Harry
Whittington
knocked
at
the
Governor
's
door
in
Trent
and
told
the
poor
gout-ridden
man
that
the
Princess
and
Mr.
Wogan
had
put
up
at
the
Cervo
Inn
at
Ala.
"
The
soldier
turned
a
startled
face
on
Wogan
.
"
So
you
knew
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Oh
,
I
knew
,
"
answered
Wogan
,
suddenly
.
"
Look
at
me
!
Did
you
ever
see
eyes
so
heavy
with
want
of
sleep
,
a
face
so
worn
by
it
,
a
body
so
jerked
upon
strings
like
a
showman
's
puppet
?
Write
,
I
tell
you
!
We
who
serve
the
King
are
trained
to
wakefulness
.
Write
!
I
am
in
haste
!
"
"
Yet
your
King
does
not
reign
!
"
said
the
man
,
wonderingly
,
and
he
wrote
.
He
wrote
the
truth
about
Harry
Whittington
;
for
Wogan
was
looking
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Did
he
pay
you
to
keep
silence
as
to
his
share
in
the
business
?
"
asked
Wogan
,
as
the
man
scattered
some
sand
over
the
paper
.
"
There
is
no
word
of
it
in
your
handwriting
.
"
The
man
added
a
sentence
and
a
figure
.
"
That
will
do
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
I
may
need
it
for
a
particular
purpose
;
"
and
he
put
the
letter
carefully
away
in
the
pocket
of
his
coat
.
"
For
a
very
particular
purpose
,
"
he
added
.
"
It
will
be
well
for
you
to
convey
your
party
back
with
all
haste
to
Trent
.
You
are
on
the
wrong
side
of
the
border
.
"
CHAPTER
XX
Wogan
went
from
the
parlour
and
climbed
out
of
the
house
by
the
rope-ladder
.
He
left
it
hanging
at
the
window
and
walked
up
the
glimmering
road
,
a
ribbon
of
ghostly
white
between
dim
hills
.
It
was
then
about
half-past
twelve
of
the
night
,
and
not
a
feather
of
cloud
stained
the
perfection
of
the
sky
.
It
curved
above
his
head
spangled
like
a
fair
lady
's
fan
,
and
unfathomably
blue
like
Clementina
's
eyes
when
her
heart
stirred
in
their
depths
.
He
reached
the
little
footway
and
turned
into
the
upward
cleft
of
the
hills
.
He
walked
now
into
the
thick
night
of
a
close-grown
clump
of
dwarf-oaks
,
which
weaved
so
dense
a
thatch
above
his
head
that
he
knocked
against
the
boles
.
The
trees
thinned
,
he
crossed
here
and
there
a
dimpled
lawn
in
the
pure
starshine
,
he
traversed
a
sparse
grove
of
larches
in
the
dreamy
twilight
,
he
came
out
again
upon
the
grassy
lip
of
a
mountain
torrent
which
henceforth
kept
him
company
,
and
which
,
speaking
with
many
voices
,
seemed
a
friend
trying
to
catch
his
mood
.
For
here
it
leaped
over
an
edge
of
rock
,
and
here
in
a
tiny
waterfall
,
and
splashed
into
a
pellucid
pool
,
and
the
reverberating
noise
filled
the
dell
with
a
majestic
din
;
there
it
ran
smoothly
kissing
its
banks
with
a
murmur
of
contentment
,
embosoming
the
stars
;
beyond
,
it
chafed
hoarsely
between
narrow
walls
;
and
again
half
a
mile
higher
up
it
sang
on
shallows
and
evaded
the
stones
with
a
tinkling
laugh
.
But
Wogan
was
deaf
to
the
voices
;
he
mounted
higher
,
the
trees
ceased
,
he
came
into
a
desolate
country
of
boulders
;
and
the
higher
he
ascended
,
the
more
heavily
he
walked
.
He
stopped
and
washed
his
face
and
hands
clean
of
blood-stains
in
the
stream
.
Above
him
and
not
very
far
away
was
the
lonely
hut
.
He
came
upon
it
quite
suddenly
.
For
the
path
climbed
steeply
at
the
back
,
and
slipping
from
the
mouth
of
a
narrow
gully
he
stood
upon
the
edge
of
a
small
plateau
in
the
centre
of
which
stood
the
cabin
,
a
little
house
of
pinewood
built
with
some
decoration
and
elegance
.
One
unglazed
window
was
now
unshuttered
,
and
the
light
from
a
lantern
streamed
out
of
it
in
a
yellow
fan
,
marking
the
segment
of
a
circle
upon
the
rough
rocky
ground
and
giving
to
the
dusk
of
the
starshine
a
sparkle
of
gold
.
Through
the
window
Wogan
could
see
into
the
room
.
It
was
furnished
simply
,
but
with
an
eye
to
comfort
.
He
saw
too
the
girl
he
had
dared
to
bear
off
from
the
thick
of
a
hostile
town
.
She
was
lying
upon
a
couch
,
her
head
resting
upon
her
folded
arms
.
She
was
asleep
,
and
in
a
place
most
solitary
.
Behind
the
cabin
rose
a
black
forest
of
pines
,
pricking
the
sky
with
their
black
spires
,
and
in
front
of
it
the
ground
fell
sharply
to
the
valley
,
in
which
no
light
gleamed
;
beyond
the
valley
rose
the
dim
hills
again
.
Nor
was
there
any
sound
except
the
torrent
.
The
air
at
this
height
was
keen
and
fresh
with
a
smell
of
primeval
earth
.
Wogan
hitched
his
cloak
about
his
throat
,
and
his
boots
rang
upon
the
rock
.
The
Princess
raised
her
head
;
Wogan
walked
to
the
door
and
stood
for
a
little
with
his
hand
upon
the
latch
.
He
lifted
it
and
entered
.
Clementina
looked
at
him
for
a
moment
,
and
curiously
.
She
had
no
questions
as
to
how
his
struggle
with
the
Governor
of
Trent
's
emissaries
had
fared
.
Wogan
could
understand
by
some
unspoken
sympathy
that
that
matter
had
no
place
in
her
thoughts
.
She
stood
up
in
an
attitude
of
expectation
.
"
It
grows
towards
morning
?
"
said
she
.
"
In
two
hours
we
shall
have
the
dawn
,
"
he
replied
;
and
there
was
a
silence
between
them
.
"
You
found
this
cabin
open
?
"
said
Wogan
.
"
The
door
was
latched
.
I
loosed
a
shutter
.
The
night
is
very
still
.
"
"
One
might
fancy
there
were
no
others
alive
but
you
and
me
across
all
the
width
of
the
world
.
"
"
One
could
wish
it
,
"
she
said
beneath
her
breath
,
and
crossed
to
the
window
where
she
stayed
,
breathing
the
fresh
night
.
The
sigh
,
however
,
had
reached
to
Wogan
's
ears
.
He
took
his
pistols
from
his
belt
,
and
to
engage
his
thoughts
,
loaded
the
one
which
had
been
fired
at
him
.
After
a
little
he
looked
up
and
saw
that
Clementina
's
eyes
dwelt
upon
him
with
that
dark
steady
look
,
which
held
always
so
much
of
mystery
and
told
always
one
thing
plainly
,
her
lack
of
fear
.
And
she
said
suddenly
,
—
"
There
was
trouble
at
Peri
.
I
climbed
from
the
window
.
I
had
almost
forgotten
.
As
I
ran
down
the
road
past
the
open
court
,
I
saw
a
little
group
of
men
gathered
about
the
foot
of
the
staircase
!
I
was
in
two
minds
whether
to
come
back
and
load
your
pistols
or
to
obey
you
.
I
obeyed
,
but
I
was
in
much
fear
for
you
.
I
had
almost
forgotten
,
it
seems
so
long
ago
.
Tell
me
!
You
conquered
;
it
is
no
new
thing
.
Tell
me
how
!
"
She
did
not
move
from
the
window
,
she
kept
her
eyes
fixed
upon
Wogan
while
he
told
his
story
,
but
it
was
quite
clear
to
him
that
she
did
not
hear
one
half
of
it
.
And
when
he
had
done
she
said
,
—
"
How
long
is
it
till
the
morning
?
"
Wogan
had
spun
his
tale
out
,
but
half
an
hour
enclosed
it
,
from
the
beginning
to
the
end
.
He
became
silent
again
;
but
he
was
aware
at
once
that
silence
was
more
dangerous
than
speech
,
for
in
the
silence
he
could
hear
both
their
hearts
speaking
.
He
began
hurriedly
to
talk
of
their
journey
,
and
there
could
be
no
more
insidious
topic
for
him
to
light
upon
.
For
he
spoke
of
the
Road
,
and
he
had
already
been
given
a
warning
that
to
the
romance
of
the
Road
her
heart
turned
like
a
compass-needle
to
the
north
.
They
were
both
gipsies
,
for
all
that
they
had
no
Egyptian
blood
.
That
southward
road
from
Innspruck
was
much
more
than
a
mere
highway
of
travel
between
a
starting-place
and
a
goal
,
even
to
these
two
to
whom
the
starting-place
meant
peril
and
the
goal
the
first
opportunity
of
sleep
.
"
Even
in
our
short
journey
,
"
said
Clementina
,
"
how
it
climbed
hillsides
angle
upon
angle
,
how
it
swept
through
the
high
solitudes
of
ice
where
no
trees
grow
,
where
silence
lives
;
how
it
dropped
down
into
green
valleys
and
the
noise
of
streams
!
And
it
still
sweeps
on
,
through
dark
and
light
,
a
glimmer
at
night
,
a
glare
in
the
midday
,
between
lines
of
poplars
,
hidden
amongst
vines
,
through
lighted
cities
,
down
to
Venice
and
the
sea
.
If
one
could
travel
it
,
never
retracing
a
step
,
pitching
a
tent
by
the
roadside
when
one
willed
!
That
were
freedom
!
"
She
stopped
with
a
remarkable
abruptness
.
She
turned
her
eyes
out
of
the
window
for
a
little
.
Then
again
she
asked
,
—
"
How
long
till
morning
?
"
"
But
one
more
hour
.
"
She
came
back
into
the
room
and
seated
herself
at
the
table
.
"
You
gave
me
some
hint
at
Innspruck
of
an
adventurous
ride
from
Ohlau
,
"
and
she
drew
her
breath
sharply
at
the
word
,
as
though
the
name
with
all
its
associations
struck
her
a
blow
,
"
into
Strasbourg
.
Tell
me
its
history
.
So
will
this
hour
pass
.
"
He
told
her
as
he
walked
about
the
room
,
though
his
heart
was
not
in
the
telling
,
nor
hers
in
the
hearing
,
until
he
came
to
relate
the
story
of
his
escape
from
the
inn
a
mile
or
so
beyond
Stuttgart
.
He
described
how
he
hid
in
the
garden
,
how
he
crossed
the
rich
level
of
lawn
to
the
lighted
window
,
how
to
his
surprise
he
was
admitted
without
a
question
by
an
old
bookish
gentleman
—
and
thereupon
he
ceased
so
suddenly
that
Clementina
turned
her
head
aside
and
listened
.
"
Did
you
hear
a
step
?
"
she
asked
in
a
low
voice
.
"
No.
"
And
they
both
listened
.
No
noise
came
to
their
ears
but
the
brawling
of
the
torrent
.
That
,
however
,
filled
the
room
,
drowning
all
the
natural
murmurs
of
the
night
.
"
Indeed
,
one
would
not
hear
a
company
of
soldiers
,
"
said
Clementina
.
She
crossed
to
the
window
.
"
Yet
you
heard
my
step
,
and
it
waked
you
,
"
said
Wogan
,
as
he
followed
her
.
"
I
listened
for
it
in
my
sleep
,
"
said
she
.
For
a
second
time
that
night
they
stood
side
by
side
looking
upon
darkness
and
the
spangled
sky
.
Only
there
was
no
courtyard
with
its
signs
of
habitation
.
Clementina
drew
herself
away
suddenly
from
the
sill
.
Wogan
at
once
copied
her
example
.
"
You
saw
—
?
"
he
began
.
"
No
one
,
"
said
she
,
bending
her
dark
eyes
full
upon
him
.
"
Will
you
close
the
shutter
?
"
Wogan
drew
back
instinctively
.
He
had
a
sense
that
this
open
window
,
though
there
was
no
one
to
spy
through
it
,
was
in
some
way
a
security
.
Suppose
that
he
closed
it
!
That
mere
act
of
shutting
himself
and
her
apart
,
though
it
gave
not
one
atom
more
of
privacy
,
still
had
a
semblance
of
giving
it
.
He
was
afraid
.
He
said
,
—
"
There
is
no
need
.
Who
should
spy
on
us
?
What
would
it
matter
if
we
were
spied
upon
?
"
"
I
ask
you
to
close
that
shutter
.
"
From
the
quiet
,
level
voice
he
could
infer
nothing
of
the
thought
behind
the
request
;
and
her
unwavering
eyes
told
him
nothing
.
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
I
am
afraid
,
as
you
are
,
"
said
she
,
and
she
shivered
.
"
You
would
not
have
it
shut
.
I
am
afraid
while
it
stays
open
.
There
is
too
much
expectation
in
the
night
.
Those
great
black
pines
stand
waiting
;
the
stars
are
very
bright
and
still
,
they
wait
,
holding
their
breath
.
It
seems
to
me
the
whirl
of
the
earth
has
stopped
.
Never
was
there
a
night
so
hushed
in
expectation
;
"
and
these
words
too
she
spoke
without
a
falter
or
a
lifting
note
,
breathing
easily
like
a
child
asleep
,
and
not
changing
her
direct
gaze
from
Wogan
's
face
.
"
I
am
afraid
,
"
she
continued
,
"
of
you
and
me
.
I
am
the
more
afraid
;
"
and
Wogan
set
the
shutter
in
its
place
and
let
the
bar
fall
.
Clementina
with
a
breath
of
relief
came
back
to
her
seat
at
the
table
.
"
How
long
is
it
till
dawn
?
"
she
said
.
"
We
have
half
an
hour
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
Well
,
that
old
man
—
Count
von
Ahlen
,
you
said
—
received
you
,
heaped
logs
upon
his
fire
,
stanched
your
wounds
,
and
asked
no
questions
.
Well
?
You
stopped
suddenly
.
Tell
me
all
!
"
Wogan
looked
doubtfully
at
her
and
then
quickly
seated
himself
over
against
her
.
"
All
?
I
will
.
It
will
be
no
new
thing
to
you
;
"
and
as
Clementina
raised
her
eyes
curiously
to
his
,
he
met
her
gaze
and
so
spoke
the
rest
looking
at
her
with
her
own
direct
gaze
.
"
Why
did
he
ask
no
question
,
seeing
me
disordered
,
wounded
,
a
bandit
,
for
all
he
knew
,
with
a
murder
on
my
hands
?
Because
thirty
years
before
Count
Philip
Christopher
von
Königsmarck
had
come
in
just
that
same
way
over
the
lawn
to
the
window
,
and
had
sat
by
that
log-fire
and
charmed
the
old
gentleman
into
an
envy
by
his
incomparable
elegance
and
wit
.
"
"
Königsmarck
!
"
exclaimed
the
girl
.
She
knew
the
history
of
that
brilliant
and
baleful
adventurer
at
the
Court
of
Hanover
.
"
He
came
as
you
did
,
and
wounded
?
"
"
The
Princess
Sophia
Dorothea
was
visiting
the
Duke
of
Würtemberg
,
"
Wogan
explained
,
and
Clementina
nodded
.
"
Count
Otto
von
Ahlen
,
my
host
,
"
he
continued
,
"
had
a
momentary
thought
that
I
was
Königsmarck
mysteriously
returned
as
he
had
mysteriously
vanished
;
and
through
these
thirty
years
'
retention
of
his
youth
,
Count
Otto
could
never
think
of
Königsmarck
but
as
a
man
young
and
tossed
in
a
froth
of
passion
.
He
would
have
it
to
the
end
that
I
had
escaped
from
such
venture
as
had
Königsmarck
;
he
would
have
it
my
wounds
were
the
mere
offset
to
a
love
well
worth
them
;
he
would
envy
me
.
'
Passion
,
'
said
he
,
'
without
passion
there
can
be
no
great
thing
.
'
"
"
And
the
saying
lived
in
your
thoughts
,
"
cried
Clementina
.
"
I
do
not
wonder
.
'
Without
passion
there
can
be
no
great
thing
!
'
Can
books
teach
a
man
so
much
?
"
"
Nay
,
it
was
an
hour
's
talk
with
Königsmarck
which
set
the
old
man
's
thoughts
that
way
;
and
though
Königsmarck
talked
never
so
well
,
I
would
not
likely
infer
from
his
talk
an
eternal
and
universal
truth
.
Count
Otto
left
me
alone
while
he
fetched
me
food
,
and
he
left
me
in
a
panic
.
"
"
A
panic
?
"
said
Clementina
,
with
a
little
laugh
.
"
You
!
"
"
Yes
.
That
first
mistake
of
me
for
Königsmarck
,
that
insistence
that
my
case
was
Königsmarck
's
—
"
"
There
was
a
shadow
of
truth
in
it
—
even
then
?
"
said
Clementina
,
suddenly
leaning
across
the
table
towards
him
.
Wogan
strove
not
to
see
the
light
of
her
joy
suddenly
sparkling
in
her
eyes
.
"
I
sat
alone
,
feeling
the
ghost
of
Königsmarck
in
the
room
with
me
,
"
he
resumed
quickly
,
and
his
voice
dropped
,
and
he
looked
round
the
little
cabin
.
Clementina
looked
round
quickly
too
.
Then
their
eyes
met
again
.
"
I
heard
his
voice
menacing
me
.
'
For
love
of
a
queen
I
lived
.
For
love
of
a
queen
I
died
most
horribly
;
and
it
would
have
gone
better
with
the
queen
had
she
died
the
same
death
at
the
same
time
—
'
"
And
Clementina
interrupted
him
with
a
cry
which
was
fierce
.
"
Ah
,
who
can
say
that
,
and
know
it
for
the
truth
—
except
the
Queen
?
You
must
ask
her
in
her
prison
at
Ahlden
,
and
that
you
cannot
do
.
She
has
her
memories
maybe
.
Maybe
she
has
built
herself
within
these
thirty
years
a
world
of
thought
so
real
,
it
makes
her
gaolers
shadows
,
and
that
prison
a
place
of
no
account
,
save
that
it
gives
her
solitude
and
is
so
more
desirable
than
a
palace
.
I
can
imagine
it
;
"
and
then
she
stopped
,
and
her
voice
dropped
to
the
low
tone
which
Wogan
had
used
.
"
You
looked
round
you
but
now
and
most
fearfully
.
Is
Königsmarck
's
spirit
here
?
"
"
No
,
"
exclaimed
Wogan
;
"
I
would
to
God
it
were
!
I
would
I
felt
its
memories
chilling
me
as
they
chilled
me
that
night
!
But
I
cannot
.
I
cannot
as
much
as
hear
a
whisper
.
All
the
heavens
are
dumb
,
"
he
cried
.
"
And
the
earth
waits
,
"
said
Clementina
.
She
did
not
move
,
neither
did
Wogan
.
They
both
sat
still
as
statues
.
They
had
come
to
the
great
crisis
of
their
destiny
.
A
change
of
posture
,
a
gesture
,
an
assumed
expression
which
might
avert
the
small
,
the
merely
awkward
indiscretions
of
the
tongue
,
they
both
knew
to
be
futile
.
It
was
in
the
mind
of
each
of
them
that
somehow
without
their
participation
the
truth
would
out
that
night
;
for
the
dawn
was
so
long
in
coming
.
"
All
the
way
up
from
Peri
,
"
said
Wogan
,
suddenly
,
"
I
strove
to
make
real
to
myself
the
ignominy
,
the
odium
,
the
scandal
.
"
"
But
you
could
not
,
"
said
Clementina
,
with
a
nod
of
comprehension
,
as
though
that
inability
was
a
thing
familiar
to
her
.
"
When
I
reached
the
hut
,
and
saw
that
fan
of
light
spreading
from
the
window
,
as
it
spread
over
the
lawn
beyond
Stuttgart
,
I
remembered
Otto
von
Ahlen
and
his
talk
of
Königsmarck
.
I
tried
to
hear
the
menaces
.
"
"
But
you
could
not
.
"
"
No.
I
saw
you
through
the
window
,
"
he
cried
,
"
stretched
out
upon
that
couch
,
supple
and
young
and
sweet
.
I
saw
the
lamplight
on
your
hair
,
searching
out
the
gold
in
its
dark
brown
.
I
could
only
remember
how
often
I
have
at
nights
wakened
and
reached
out
my
hands
in
the
vain
dream
that
they
would
meet
in
its
thick
coils
,
that
I
should
feel
its
silk
curl
and
nestle
about
my
fingers
.
There
's
the
truth
out
,
though
it
's
a
familiar
truth
to
you
ever
since
I
held
you
in
my
arms
beneath
the
stars
upon
the
road
to
Ala.
"
"
It
was
known
to
me
a
day
before
,
"
said
she
;
"
but
it
was
known
to
you
so
long
ago
as
that
night
in
the
garden
.
"
"
Oh
,
before
then
,
"
cried
Wogan
.
"
When
?
Let
the
whole
truth
be
known
,
since
we
know
so
much
.
"
"
Why
,
on
that
first
day
at
Ohlau
.
"
"
In
the
great
hall
.
I
stood
by
the
fire
and
raised
my
head
,
and
our
eyes
met
.
I
do
remember
.
"
"
But
I
had
no
thought
ever
to
let
you
know
.
I
was
the
King
's
man-at-arms
,
as
I
am
now
;
"
and
he
burst
into
a
harsh
laugh
.
"
Here
's
madness
!
The
King
's
man-at-arms
dumps
him
down
in
the
King
's
chair
!
I
had
a
thought
to
live
to
you
,
if
you
understand
,
as
a
man
writes
a
poem
to
his
mistress
,
to
make
my
life
the
poem
,
an
unsigned
poem
that
you
would
never
read
,
and
yet
unsigned
,
unread
,
would
make
its
creator
glad
and
fill
his
days
.
And
here
's
the
poem
!
"
and
at
that
a
great
cry
of
terror
leaped
from
Clementina
's
lips
and
held
them
both
aghast
.
Wogan
had
risen
from
his
seat
;
with
a
violent
gesture
he
had
thrown
back
his
cloak
,
and
his
coat
beneath
was
stained
and
dark
with
blood
.
Clementina
stood
opposite
to
him
,
all
her
quiet
and
her
calmness
gone
.
There
was
no
longer
any
mystery
in
her
eyes
.
Her
bosom
rose
and
fell
;
she
pointed
a
trembling
hand
towards
his
breast
.
"
You
are
hurt
.
Again
for
love
of
me
you
are
hurt
.
"
"
It
is
not
my
wound
,
"
he
answered
.
"
It
is
blood
I
spilt
for
you
;
"
he
took
a
step
towards
her
,
and
in
a
second
she
was
between
his
arms
,
sobbing
with
all
the
violence
of
passion
which
she
had
so
long
restrained
.
Wogan
was
wrung
by
it
.
That
she
should
weep
at
all
was
a
thought
strange
to
him
;
that
he
should
cause
the
tears
was
a
sorrow
which
tortured
him
.
He
touched
her
hair
with
his
lips
,
he
took
her
by
the
arms
and
would
have
set
her
apart
;
but
she
clung
to
him
,
hiding
her
face
,
and
the
sobs
shook
her
.
Her
breast
was
strained
against
him
,
he
felt
the
beating
of
her
heart
,
a
fever
ran
through
all
his
blood
.
And
as
he
held
her
close
,
a
queer
inconsequential
thought
came
into
his
mind
.
It
shocked
him
,
and
he
suddenly
held
her
off
.
"
The
blood
upon
my
coat
is
wet
,
"
he
cried
.
The
odium
,
the
scandal
of
a
flight
which
would
make
her
name
a
byword
from
London
to
Budapest
,
that
he
could
envisage
;
but
that
this
blood
upon
his
coat
should
stain
the
dress
she
wore
—
no
!
He
saw
indeed
that
the
bodice
was
smeared
a
dark
red
.
"
See
,
the
blood
stains
you
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Why
,
then
,
I
share
it
,
"
she
answered
with
a
ringing
voice
of
pride
.
"
I
share
it
with
you
;
"
and
she
smiled
through
her
tears
and
a
glowing
blush
brightened
upon
her
face
.
She
stood
before
him
,
erect
and
beautiful
.
Through
Wogan
's
mind
there
tripped
a
procession
of
delicate
ladies
who
would
swoon
gracefully
at
the
sight
of
a
pricked
finger
.
"
That
's
John
Sobieski
speaking
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
and
with
an
emphasis
of
despair
,
"
Poland
's
King
!
But
I
was
mad
!
Indeed
,
I
blame
myself
.
"
"
Blame
!
"
she
cried
passionately
,
her
whole
nature
rising
in
revolt
against
the
word
.
"
Are
we
to
blame
?
We
are
man
and
woman
.
Who
shall
cast
the
stone
?
Are
you
to
blame
for
that
you
love
me
?
Who
shall
blame
you
?
Not
I
,
who
thank
you
from
my
heart
.
Am
I
to
blame
?
What
have
we
hearts
for
,
then
,
if
not
to
love
?
I
have
a
thought
—
it
may
be
very
wrong
.
I
do
not
know
.
I
do
not
trouble
to
think
—
that
I
should
be
much
more
to
blame
did
I
not
love
you
too
.
There
's
the
word
spoken
at
the
last
,
"
and
she
lowered
her
head
.
Even
at
that
moment
her
gesture
struck
upon
Wogan
as
strange
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
he
had
never
before
seen
her
drop
her
eyes
from
his
.
He
had
an
intuitive
fancy
that
she
would
never
do
it
but
as
a
deliberate
token
of
submission
.
Nor
was
he
wrong
.
Her
next
words
told
him
it
was
her
white
flag
of
surrender
.
"
I
believe
the
spoken
truth
is
best
,
"
she
said
simply
in
a
low
voice
which
ever
so
slightly
trembled
.
"
Unspoken
and
yet
known
by
both
of
us
,
I
think
it
would
breed
thoughts
and
humours
we
are
best
without
.
Unspoken
our
eyes
would
question
,
each
to
other
,
at
every
meeting
;
there
would
be
no
health
in
our
thoughts
.
But
here
's
the
truth
out
,
and
I
am
glad
—
in
whichever
way
you
find
its
consequence
.
"
She
stood
before
him
with
her
head
bent
.
She
made
no
movement
save
with
her
hands
,
which
worked
together
slowly
and
gently
.
"
In
whichever
way
—
I
—
?
"
repeated
Wogan
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
answered
.
"
There
is
Bologna
.
Say
that
Bologna
is
our
goal
.
I
shall
go
with
you
to
Bologna
.
There
is
Venice
and
the
sea
.
Bid
me
go
,
then
;
hoist
a
poor
scrap
of
a
sail
in
an
open
boat
.
I
shall
adventure
over
the
wide
seas
with
you
.
What
will
you
do
?
"
Wogan
drew
a
long
breath
.
The
magnitude
of
the
submission
paralysed
him
.
The
picture
which
she
evoked
was
one
to
blind
him
as
with
a
glory
of
sunlight
.
He
remained
silent
for
a
while
.
Then
he
said
timidly
,
—
"
There
is
Ohlau
.
"
The
girl
shivered
.
The
name
meant
her
father
,
her
mother
,
their
grief
,
the
disgrace
upon
her
home
.
But
she
answered
only
with
her
question
,
—
"
What
will
you
do
?
"
"
You
would
lose
a
throne
,
"
he
said
,
and
even
while
he
spoke
was
aware
that
such
a
plea
had
not
with
her
now
the
weight
of
thistledown
.
"
You
would
become
the
mock
of
Europe
,
—
you
that
are
its
wonder
;
"
and
he
saw
the
corner
of
her
lip
curve
in
a
smile
of
scorn
.
"
What
will
you
do
?
"
she
asked
,
and
he
ceased
to
argue
.
It
was
he
who
must
decide
;
she
willed
it
so
.
He
turned
towards
the
door
of
the
hut
and
opened
it
.
As
he
passed
through
,
he
heard
her
move
behind
,
and
looking
over
his
shoulder
,
he
saw
that
she
leaned
down
upon
the
table
and
kissed
the
pistol
which
he
had
left
loaded
there
.
He
stepped
out
of
the
cabin
and
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
The
dark
blue
of
the
sky
had
faded
to
a
pure
and
pearly
colour
;
a
colourless
grey
light
invaded
it
;
the
pale
stars
were
drowning
;
and
all
about
him
the
trees
shivered
to
the
morning
.
Wogan
walked
up
and
down
that
little
plateau
,
torn
by
indecision
.
Inside
the
sheltered
cabin
sat
waiting
the
girl
,
whose
destiny
was
in
his
hands
.
He
had
a
sentence
to
speak
,
and
by
it
the
flow
of
all
her
years
would
be
irrevocably
ordered
.
She
had
given
herself
over
to
him
,
—
she
,
with
her
pride
,
her
courage
,
her
endurance
.
Wogan
had
seen
too
closely
into
her
heart
to
bring
any
foolish
charge
of
unmaidenliness
against
her
.
No
,
the
very
completeness
of
her
submission
raised
her
to
a
higher
pinnacle
.
If
she
gave
herself
,
she
did
so
without
a
condition
or
a
reserve
,
body
and
bone
,
heart
and
soul
.
Wogan
knew
amongst
the
women
of
his
time
many
who
made
their
bargain
with
the
world
,
buying
a
semblance
of
esteem
with
a
double
payment
of
lies
.
This
girl
stood
apart
from
them
.
She
loved
,
therefore
she
entrusted
herself
simply
to
the
man
she
loved
,
and
bade
him
dispose
of
her
.
That
very
simplicity
was
another
sign
of
her
strength
.
She
was
the
more
priceless
on
account
of
it
.
He
went
back
into
the
hut
.
Through
the
chinks
of
the
shutter
the
morning
stretched
a
grey
finger
;
the
room
was
filled
with
a
vaporous
twilight
.
"
We
travel
to
Bologna
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
will
not
have
you
wasted
.
Other
women
may
slink
into
kennels
and
stop
their
ears
—
not
you
.
The
King
is
true
to
you
.
You
are
for
the
King
.
"
As
she
had
not
argued
before
,
she
did
not
argue
now
.
She
nodded
her
head
and
fastened
her
cloak
about
her
throat
.
She
followed
him
out
of
the
hut
and
down
the
gorge
.
In
the
northeast
the
sky
already
flamed
,
and
the
sun
was
up
before
they
reached
the
road
.
They
walked
silently
towards
Peri
,
and
Wogan
was
wondering
whether
in
her
heart
she
despised
him
when
she
stopped
.
"
I
am
to
marry
the
King
,
"
said
she
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
But
you
?
"
she
said
with
her
brows
in
a
frown
;
"
there
is
no
compulsion
on
you
to
marry
—
anyone
.
"
Wogan
was
relieved
of
his
fears
.
He
broke
into
a
laugh
,
to
which
she
made
no
reply
.
She
still
waited
frowning
for
his
answer
.
"
No
woman
,
"
he
said
,
"
will
ride
on
my
black
horse
into
my
city
of
dreams
.
You
may
be
very
sure
I
will
not
marry
.
"
"
No.
I
would
not
have
you
married
.
"
Wogan
laughed
again
,
but
Clementina
was
very
serious
.
That
she
had
no
right
to
make
any
such
claim
did
not
occur
to
her
.
She
was
merely
certain
and
resolved
that
Wogan
must
not
marry
.
She
did
not
again
refer
to
the
matter
,
nor
could
she
so
have
done
had
she
wished
.
For
a
little
later
and
while
they
were
not
yet
come
to
Peri
,
they
were
hailed
from
behind
,
and
turning
about
they
saw
Gaydon
and
O'Toole
riding
after
them
.
O'Toole
had
his
story
to
tell
.
Gaydon
and
he
had
put
the
courier
to
bed
and
taken
his
clothes
and
his
money
,
and
after
the
fellow
had
waked
up
,
they
had
sat
for
a
day
in
the
bedroom
keeping
him
quiet
and
telling
the
landlord
he
was
very
ill.
O'Toole
finished
his
story
as
they
came
to
Peri
.
They
went
boldly
to
the
Cervo
Inn
,
where
all
traces
of
the
night
's
conflict
had
been
removed
,
and
neither
Wogan
nor
the
landlady
thought
it
prudent
to
make
any
mention
of
the
matter
;
they
waited
for
Misset
and
his
wife
,
who
came
the
next
day
.
And
thus
reunited
they
passed
one
evening
into
the
streets
of
Bologna
and
stopped
at
the
Pilgrim
Inn
.
CHAPTER
XXI
In
the
parlour
of
the
Pilgrim
Inn
the
four
friends
took
their
leave
of
the
Princess
.
She
could
not
part
from
them
lightly
;
she
spoke
with
a
faltering
voice
:
—
"
Five
days
ago
I
was
in
prison
at
Innspruck
,
perpetually
harassed
and
with
no
hope
of
release
but
in
you
.
Now
I
am
in
Bologna
,
and
free
.
I
could
not
believe
that
any
girl
could
find
such
friends
except
in
fairyland
.
You
make
the
world
very
sweet
and
clean
to
me
.
I
should
thank
you
.
See
my
tears
fall
!
Will
you
take
them
for
my
thanks
?
I
have
no
words
which
can
tell
as
much
of
my
thoughts
towards
you
.
My
little
woman
I
keep
with
me
,
but
to
you
gentlemen
I
would
gladly
give
a
token
each
,
so
that
you
may
know
I
will
never
forget
,
and
so
that
you
too
may
keep
for
me
a
home
within
your
memories
.
"
To
Major
Gaydon
she
gave
a
ring
from
off
her
finger
,
to
Captain
Misset
a
chain
which
she
wore
about
her
neck
,
to
O'Toole
,
"
her
six
feet
four
,
"
as
she
said
between
laughter
and
tears
,
her
watch
.
Each
with
a
word
of
homage
took
his
leave
.
Clementina
spoke
to
Wogan
last
of
all
,
and
when
the
room
was
empty
but
for
these
two
.
"
To
you
,
my
friend
,
"
said
she
,
"
I
give
nothing
.
There
is
no
need
.
But
I
ask
for
something
.
I
would
be
in
debt
to
you
still
deeper
than
I
am
.
I
ask
for
a
handkerchief
which
I
dropped
from
my
shoulders
one
evening
under
the
stars
upon
the
road
to
Ala.
"
Wogan
bowed
to
her
without
a
word
.
He
drew
the
handkerchief
from
his
breast
slowly
.
"
It
is
true
,
"
said
he
;
"
I
have
no
right
to
it
;
"
and
he
gave
it
back
.
But
his
voice
showed
that
he
was
hurt
.
"
You
do
not
understand
,
"
said
she
,
with
a
great
gentleness
.
"
You
have
every
right
which
the
truest
loyalty
can
confer
.
I
ask
you
for
this
handkerchief
,
because
I
think
at
times
to
wear
it
in
memory
of
a
white
stone
on
which
I
could
safely
set
my
foot
,
for
the
stone
was
not
straw
.
"
Wogan
could
not
trust
his
voice
to
answer
her
.
He
took
her
hand
to
lift
it
to
his
lips
.
"
No
,
"
said
she
;
"
as
at
Innspruck
,
an
honest
handclasp
,
if
you
please
.
"
Wogan
joined
his
three
companions
in
the
road
,
and
they
stood
together
for
a
little
,
recounting
to
one
another
the
incidents
of
the
flight
.
"
Here
's
a
great
work
ended
,
"
said
Gaydon
at
last
.
"
We
shall
be
historical
,
"
said
O'Toole
.
"
It
is
my
one
ambition
.
I
want
to
figure
in
the
history-books
and
be
a
great
plague
and
nuisance
to
children
at
school
.
I
would
sooner
be
cursed
daily
by
schoolboys
than
have
any
number
of
golden
statues
in
galleries
.
It
means
the
more
solid
reputation
;
"
and
then
he
became
silent
.
Gaydon
had
,
besides
his
joy
at
the
rescue
of
Clementina
,
a
private
satisfaction
that
matters
which
were
none
of
his
business
had
had
no
uncomfortable
issue
.
Misset
,
too
,
was
thankful
for
that
his
wife
had
come
safely
to
the
journey
's
end
.
O'Toole
alone
had
a
weight
upon
his
mind
;
and
when
Gaydon
said
,
"
Well
,
we
may
go
to
bed
and
sleep
without
alarms
till
sundown
to-morrow
,
"
he
remarked
,
—
"
There
's
Jenny
.
It
was
on
my
account
she
ventured
with
us
.
"
"
That
's
true
,
"
said
Wogan
;
"
but
we
shall
put
an
end
to
her
captivity
,
now
we
are
safe
at
Bologna
.
I
have
friends
here
who
can
serve
me
so
far
,
I
have
no
doubt
.
"
O'Toole
was
willing
to
leave
the
matter
in
Wogan
's
hands
.
If
Wogan
once
pledged
himself
to
Jenny
's
release
,
why
,
Jenny
was
released
;
and
he
went
to
bed
now
with
a
quite
equable
mind
.
Wogan
hurried
off
to
the
palace
of
the
Cardinal
Origo
,
whom
he
found
sitting
at
his
supper
.
The
Cardinal
welcomed
Wogan
back
very
warmly
.
"
I
trust
,
your
Eminence
,
"
said
Wogan
,
"
that
Farini
is
now
at
Bologna
.
"
"
You
come
in
the
nick
of
time
,
"
replied
the
Cardinal
.
"
This
is
his
last
week
.
There
is
a
great
demand
for
the
seats
;
but
you
will
see
to
it
,
Mr.
Wogan
,
that
the
box
is
in
the
first
tier
.
"
"
There
was
to
be
a
dinner
,
too
,
if
I
recollect
aright
.
I
have
not
dined
for
days
.
Your
Eminence
,
I
shall
be
extraordinarily
hungry
.
"
"
You
will
order
what
you
will
,
Mr.
Wogan
.
I
am
a
man
of
a
small
appetite
and
have
no
preferences
.
"
"
Your
Eminence
's
cook
will
be
the
better
judge
of
what
is
seasonable
.
Your
Eminence
will
be
the
more
likely
to
secure
the
box
in
the
first
tier
.
Shall
we
fix
a
day
?
To-morrow
,
if
it
please
you
.
To-morrow
I
shall
have
the
honour
,
then
,
to
be
your
Eminence
's
guest
.
"
The
Cardinal
started
up
from
the
table
and
stared
at
his
visitor
.
"
You
are
jesting
,
"
said
he
.
"
So
little
,
"
replied
Wogan
,
"
that
her
Highness
,
the
Princess
Clementina
,
is
now
at
the
Pilgrim
Inn
at
Bologna
.
"
"
In
Bologna
!
"
cried
the
Cardinal
;
and
he
stood
frowning
in
a
great
perturbation
of
spirit
.
"
This
is
great
news
,
"
he
said
,
but
in
a
doubtful
voice
which
Wogan
did
not
understand
.
"
This
is
great
news
,
to
be
sure
;
"
and
he
took
a
turn
or
two
across
the
room
.
"
Not
wholly
pleasant
news
,
one
might
almost
think
,
"
said
Wogan
,
in
some
perplexity
.
"
Never
was
better
news
,
"
exclaimed
the
Cardinal
,
hastily
,
—
a
trifle
too
hastily
,
it
seemed
to
Wogan
.
"
But
it
surprises
one
.
Even
the
King
did
not
expect
this
most
desirable
issue
.
For
the
King
's
in
Spain
.
It
is
that
which
troubles
me
.
Her
Highness
comes
to
Bologna
,
and
the
King
's
in
Spain
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Wogan
,
with
a
wary
eye
upon
his
Eminence
.
"
Why
is
the
King
in
Spain
?
"
"
There
is
pressing
business
in
Spain
,
—
an
expedition
from
Cadiz
.
The
King
's
presence
there
was
urged
most
earnestly
.
He
had
no
hope
you
would
succeed
.
I
myself
have
some
share
in
the
blame
.
I
did
not
hide
from
you
my
thought
,
Mr.
Wogan
.
"
Wogan
was
not
all
reassured
.
He
could
not
but
remember
that
the
excuse
for
the
King
's
absence
which
the
Cardinal
now
made
to
him
was
precisely
that
which
he
himself
had
invented
to
appease
Clementina
at
Innspruck
.
It
was
the
simple
,
natural
excuse
which
came
first
of
all
to
the
tongue
's
tip
,
but
—
but
it
did
not
satisfy
.
There
was
,
besides
,
too
much
flurry
and
agitation
in
the
Cardinal
's
manner
.
Even
now
that
he
was
taking
snuff
,
he
spilled
the
most
of
it
from
the
trembling
of
his
fingers
.
Moreover
,
he
must
give
reason
upon
reason
for
his
perturbation
the
while
he
let
his
supper
get
cold
.
"
Her
Highness
I
cannot
but
feel
will
have
reason
to
think
slightly
of
our
welcome
.
A
young
girl
,
she
will
expect
,
and
rightly
,
something
more
of
ceremony
as
her
due
.
"
"
Your
Eminence
does
not
know
her
,
"
interrupted
Wogan
,
with
some
sharpness
.
His
Eminence
was
adroit
enough
to
seize
the
occasion
of
ending
a
conversation
which
was
growing
with
every
minute
more
embarrassing
.
"
I
shall
make
haste
to
repair
my
defect
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
beg
you
to
present
my
duty
to
her
Highness
and
to
request
her
to
receive
me
to-morrow
at
ten
.
By
that
,
I
will
hope
to
have
discovered
a
lodging
more
suitable
to
her
dignity
.
"
Wogan
made
his
prayer
for
the
Pope
's
intervention
on
Jenny
's
behalf
and
then
returned
to
the
Pilgrim
Inn
,
dashed
and
fallen
in
spirit
.
He
had
thought
that
their
troubles
were
at
an
end
,
but
here
was
a
new
difficulty
at
which
in
truth
he
rather
feared
to
guess
.
The
Chevalier
's
departure
to
Spain
had
been
a
puzzle
to
him
before
;
he
remembered
now
that
the
Chevalier
had
agreed
with
reluctance
to
his
enterprise
,
and
had
never
been
more
than
lukewarm
in
its
support
.
That
reluctance
,
that
lukewarmness
,
he
had
attributed
to
a
natural
habit
of
discouragement
;
but
the
evasiveness
of
Cardinal
Origo
seemed
to
propose
a
different
explanation
.
Wogan
would
not
guess
at
it
.
"
The
King
is
to
marry
the
Princess
,
"
said
he
,
fiercely
.
"
I
brought
her
out
of
Innspruck
to
Bologna
.
The
King
must
marry
the
Princess
;
"
and
,
quite
unawares
,
he
set
off
running
towards
the
inn
.
As
he
drew
near
to
it
,
he
heard
a
confused
noise
of
shouting
.
He
quickened
his
pace
,
and
rushing
out
of
the
mouth
of
a
side
street
into
the
square
where
the
inn
stood
,
came
suddenly
to
a
stop
.
The
square
was
filled
with
a
great
mob
of
people
,
and
in
face
of
the
inn
the
crowd
was
so
thick
Wogan
could
have
walked
upon
the
shoulders
.
Many
of
the
people
carried
blazing
torches
,
which
they
waved
in
the
air
,
dropping
the
burning
resin
upon
their
companions
;
others
threw
their
hats
skywards
;
here
were
boys
beating
drums
,
and
grown
men
blowing
upon
toy
trumpets
;
and
all
were
shouting
and
cheering
with
a
deafening
enthusiasm
.
The
news
of
the
Princess
's
arrival
had
spread
like
wildfire
through
the
town
.
Wogan
's
spirits
rose
at
a
bound
.
Here
was
a
welcome
very
different
from
the
Cardinal
's
.
Wogan
rejoiced
in
the
good
sense
of
the
citizens
of
Bologna
who
could
appreciate
the
great
qualities
of
his
chosen
woman
.
Their
enthusiasm
did
them
credit
;
he
could
have
embraced
them
one
by
one
.
He
strove
to
push
his
way
towards
the
door
,
but
he
would
hardly
have
pierced
through
that
throng
had
not
a
man
by
the
light
of
a
torch
recognised
him
and
bawled
out
his
name
.
He
was
lifted
shoulder
high
in
a
second
;
he
was
passed
from
hand
to
hand
over
the
heads
of
the
people
;
he
was
set
tenderly
down
in
the
very
doorway
of
the
Pilgrim
Inn
,
and
he
found
Clementina
at
the
window
of
an
unlighted
room
gazing
unperceived
at
the
throng
.
"
Here
's
a
true
welcome
,
madam
,
"
said
he
,
cordially
,
with
his
thoughts
away
upon
that
bluff
of
hillside
where
the
acclamations
had
seemed
so
distant
and
unreal
.
It
is
possible
that
they
seemed
of
small
account
to
Clementina
now
,
for
though
they
rang
in
ears
and
were
visible
to
her
eyes
,
she
sat
quite
unmoved
by
them
.
"
This
is
one
tiny
square
in
a
little
town
,
"
he
continued
.
"
But
its
shouts
will
ring
across
Europe
;
"
and
she
turned
her
head
to
him
and
said
quietly
,
—
"
The
King
is
still
in
Spain
,
is
he
not
?
"
Wogan
's
enthusiasm
was
quenched
in
alarm
.
Her
voice
had
rung
,
for
all
its
quietude
,
with
pride
.
What
if
she
guessed
what
he
for
one
would
not
let
his
wildest
fancy
dwell
upon
?
Wogan
repeated
to
himself
the
resolve
which
he
had
made
,
though
with
an
alteration
.
"
The
King
must
marry
the
Princess
,
"
he
had
said
;
now
he
said
,
"
The
Princess
must
marry
the
King
.
"
He
began
hurriedly
to
assure
her
that
the
King
had
doubted
his
capacity
to
bring
the
enterprise
to
a
favourable
issue
,
but
that
now
he
would
without
doubt
return
.
Cardinal
Origo
would
tell
her
more
upon
that
head
if
she
would
be
good
enough
to
receive
him
at
ten
in
the
morning
;
and
while
Wogan
was
yet
speaking
,
a
torch
waved
,
and
amongst
that
close-pressed
throng
of
faces
below
him
in
the
street
,
one
sprang
to
his
view
with
a
remarkable
distinctness
,
a
face
most
menacing
and
vindictive
.
It
was
the
face
of
Harry
Whittington
.
Just
for
a
second
it
shone
out
,
angles
and
lines
so
clearly
revealed
that
it
was
as
though
the
crowd
had
vanished
,
and
that
one
contorted
face
glared
alone
at
the
windows
in
a
flare
of
hell-fire
.
Clementina
saw
the
face
too
,
for
she
drew
back
instinctively
within
the
curtains
of
the
window
.
"
The
man
at
Peri
,
"
said
she
,
in
a
whisper
.
"
Your
Highness
will
pardon
me
,
"
exclaimed
Wogan
,
and
he
made
a
movement
towards
the
door
.
Then
he
stopped
,
hesitated
for
a
second
,
and
came
back
.
He
had
a
question
to
put
,
as
difficult
perhaps
as
ever
lips
had
to
frame
.
"
At
Peri
,
"
he
said
in
a
stumbling
voice
,
"
I
waked
from
a
dream
and
saw
that
man
,
bird-like
and
cunning
,
watching
over
the
rim
of
the
stairs
.
I
was
dreaming
that
a
star
out
of
heaven
stooped
towards
me
,
that
a
woman
's
face
shone
out
of
the
star
's
bright
heart
,
that
her
lips
deigned
to
bend
downwards
to
my
earth
.
And
I
wonder
,
I
wonder
whether
those
cunning
eyes
had
cunning
enough
to
interpret
my
dream
.
"
And
Clementina
answered
him
simply
,
—
"
I
think
it
very
likely
that
they
had
so
much
skill
;
"
and
Wogan
ran
down
the
stairs
into
the
street
.
He
forced
his
way
through
the
crowd
to
the
point
where
Whittington
's
face
had
shown
,
but
his
hesitation
,
his
question
,
had
consumed
time
.
Whittington
had
vanished
.
Nor
did
he
appear
again
for
some
while
in
Bologna
.
Wogan
searched
for
him
high
and
low
.
Here
was
another
difficulty
added
to
the
reluctance
of
his
King
,
the
pride
of
his
Queen
.
Whittington
had
a
piece
of
dangerous
knowledge
,
and
could
not
be
found
.
Wogan
said
nothing
openly
of
the
man
's
treachery
,
though
he
kept
very
safely
the
paper
in
which
that
treachery
was
confessed
.
But
he
did
not
cease
from
his
search
.
He
was
still
engaged
upon
it
when
he
received
the
summons
from
Cardinal
Origo
.
He
hurried
to
the
palace
,
wondering
what
new
thing
had
befallen
,
and
was
at
once
admitted
to
the
Cardinal
.
It
was
no
bad
thing
,
at
all
events
,
as
Wogan
could
judge
from
the
Cardinal
's
smiling
face
.
"
Mr.
Wogan
,
"
said
he
,
"
our
Holy
Father
the
Pope
wishes
to
testify
his
approbation
of
your
remarkable
enterprise
on
behalf
of
a
princess
who
is
his
god-daughter
.
He
bids
me
hand
you
,
therefore
,
your
patent
of
Roman
Senator
,
and
request
you
to
present
yourself
at
the
Capitol
in
Rome
on
June
15
,
when
you
will
be
installed
with
all
the
ancient
ceremonies
.
"
Wogan
thanked
his
Eminence
dutifully
,
but
laid
the
patent
on
the
table
.
"
You
hardly
know
what
you
refuse
,
"
said
his
Eminence
.
"
