Allthe
way
to
Ala
they
would
still
be
in
the
Emperor
's
territory
.
It
needed
only
a
single
courier
to
gallop
past
them
,
and
at
either
Roveredo
or
Trent
they
would
infallibly
be
taken
.
Wogan
fingered
his
pistols
,
straining
his
eyes
backwards
down
the
road
.
At
daybreak
the
snow
stopped
;
the
carriage
rolled
on
high
among
the
mountains
under
a
grey
sky
;
and
here
and
there
,
at
a
wind
of
the
road
,
Wogan
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
towers
and
chimney-tops
of
Innspruck
,
or
had
within
his
view
a
stretch
of
the
slope
they
had
climbed
.
But
there
was
never
a
black
speck
visible
upon
the
white
of
the
snow
;
as
yet
no
courier
was
overtaking
them
,
as
yet
Innspruck
did
not
know
its
captive
had
escaped
.
At
eight
o'clock
in
the
morning
they
came
to
Nazareth
,
and
found
their
own
berlin
ready
harnessed
at
the
post-house
door
,
the
postillion
already
in
his
saddle
,
and
Misset
waiting
with
an
uncovered
head
.
"
Her
Highness
will
breakfast
here
,
no
doubt
?
"
said
Gaydon
.
"
Misset
will
have
seen
to
it
,
"
cried
Wogan
,
"
that
the
berlin
is
furnished
.
We
can
breakfast
as
we
go
.
"
They
waited
no
more
than
ten
minutes
at
Nazareth
.
The
order
of
travelling
was
now
changed
.
Wogan
and
Gaydon
now
travelled
in
the
berlin
with
Mrs.
Misset
and
Clementina
.
Gaydon
,
being
the
oldest
of
the
party
,
figured
as
the
Count
of
Cernes
,
Mrs.
Misset
as
his
wife
,
Clementina
as
his
niece
,
and
Wogan
as
a
friend
of
the
family
.
O'Toole
and
Misset
rode
beside
the
carriage
in
the
guise
of
servants
.
Thus
they
started
from
Nazareth
,
and
had
journeyed
perhaps
a
mile
when
without
so
much
as
a
moan
Clementina
swooned
and
fell
forward
into
Wogan
's
arms
.
Mrs.
Misset
uttered
a
cry
;
Wogan
clasped
the
Princess
to
his
breast
.
Her
head
fell
back
across
his
arm
,
pale
as
death
;
her
eyes
were
closed
;
her
bosom
,
strained
against
his
,
neither
rose
nor
fell
.
"
She
has
fasted
all
Lent
,
"
he
said
in
a
broken
voice
.
"
She
has
eaten
nothing
since
we
left
Innspruck
.
"
Mrs.
Misset
burst
into
tears
;
she
caught
Clementina
's
hand
and
clasped
it
;
she
had
no
eyes
but
for
her
.
With
Gaydon
it
was
different
.
Wogan
was
holding
the
Princess
in
a
clasp
too
loverlike
,
though
,
to
be
sure
,
it
was
none
of
his
business
.
"
We
must
stop
the
carriage
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
"
cried
Wogan
,
desperately
;
"
that
we
must
not
do
;
"
and
he
caught
her
still
closer
to
him
.
He
had
a
fear
that
she
was
dying
.
Even
so
,
she
should
not
be
recaptured
.
Though
she
were
dead
,
he
would
still
carry
her
dead
body
into
Bologna
and
lay
it
white
and
still
before
his
King
.
Europe
from
London
to
the
Bosphorus
should
know
the
truth
of
her
and
ring
with
the
wonder
of
her
,
though
she
were
dead
.
O'Toole
,
attracted
by
the
noise
of
Mrs.
Misset
's
lamentations
,
bent
down
over
his
horse
's
neck
and
looked
into
the
carriage
.
"
Her
Highness
is
dead
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Drive
on
,
"
replied
Wogan
,
through
his
clenched
teeth
.
Upon
the
other
side
of
the
carriage
,
Misset
shouted
through
the
window
,
"
There
is
a
spring
by
the
roadside
.
"
"
Drive
on
,
"
said
Wogan
.
Gaydon
touched
him
on
the
arm
.
"
You
will
stifle
her
,
man
.
"
Wogan
woke
to
a
comprehension
of
his
attitude
,
and
placed
Clementina
back
on
her
seat
.
Mrs.
Misset
by
good
fortune
had
a
small
bottle
of
Carmelite
water
in
her
pocket
;
she
held
it
to
the
Princess
's
nostrils
,
who
in
a
little
opened
her
eyes
and
saw
her
companions
in
tears
about
her
,
imploring
her
to
wake
.
"
It
is
nothing
,
"
she
said
.
"
Take
courage
,
my
poor
marmosets
;
"
and
with
a
smile
she
added
,
"
There
's
my
six
feet
four
with
the
tears
in
his
eyes
.
Did
ever
a
woman
have
such
friends
?
"
The
sun
came
out
in
the
sky
as
she
spoke
.
They
had
topped
the
pass
and
were
now
driving
down
towards
Italy
.
There
was
snow
about
them
still
on
the
mountain-sides
and
deep
in
drifts
upon
the
roads
.
The
air
was
musical
with
the
sound
of
innumerable
freshets
:
they
could
be
seen
leaping
and
sparkling
in
the
sunlight
;
the
valleys
below
were
green
with
the
young
green
of
spring
,
and
the
winds
were
tempered
with
the
warmth
of
Italy
.
A
like
change
came
upon
the
fugitives
.
They
laughed
,
where
before
they
had
wept
;
from
under
the
seat
they
pulled
out
chickens
which
Misset
had
cooked
with
his
own
hands
at
Nazareth
,
bottles
of
the
wine
of
St.
Laurent
,
and
bread
;
and
Wogan
allowed
a
halt
long
enough
to
get
water
from
a
spring
by
the
roadside
.
"
There
is
no
salt
,
"
said
Gaydon
.
"
Indeed
there
is
,
"
replied
Misset
,
indignant
at
the
aspersion
on
his
catering
.
"
I
have
it
in
my
tobacco-box
.
"
He
took
his
tobacco-box
from
his
pocket
and
passed
it
into
the
carriage
.
Clementina
made
sandwiches
and
passed
them
out
to
the
horsemen
.
The
chickens
turned
out
to
be
old
cocks
,
impervious
to
the
soundest
tooth
.
No
one
minded
except
Misset
,
who
had
brought
them
.
The
jolts
of
the
carriage
became
matter
for
a
jest
.
They
picnicked
with
the
merriment
of
children
,
and
finally
O'Toole
,
to
show
his
contempt
for
the
Emperor
,
fired
off
both
his
loaded
pistols
in
the
air
.
At
that
Wogan
's
anxiety
returned
.
He
blazed
up
into
anger
.
He
thrust
his
head
from
the
window
.
"
Is
this
your
respect
for
her
Highness
?
"
he
cried
.
"
Is
this
your
consideration
?
"
"
Nay
,
"
interposed
Clementina
,
"
you
shall
not
chide
my
six
feet
four
.
"
"
But
he
is
mad
,
your
Highness
.
I
do
n't
say
but
what
a
trifle
of
madness
is
salt
to
a
man
;
but
O'Toole
's
clean
daft
to
be
firing
his
pistols
off
to
let
the
whole
world
know
who
we
are
.
Here
are
we
not
six
stages
from
Innspruck
,
and
already
we
have
lost
twelve
hours
.
"
"
When
?
"
"
Last
night
,
before
we
left
Innspruck
,
between
the
time
when
you
escaped
from
the
villa
and
when
I
joined
you
in
the
avenue
.
I
climbed
out
of
the
window
to
descend
as
I
had
entered
,
but
the
sentinel
had
returned
.
I
waited
on
the
window-ledge
crouched
against
the
wall
until
he
should
show
me
his
back
.
After
five
minutes
or
so
he
did
.
He
stamped
on
the
snow
and
marched
up
the
lane
.
I
let
myself
down
and
hung
by
my
hands
,
but
he
turned
on
his
beat
before
I
could
drop
.
He
marched
back
;
I
clung
to
the
ledge
,
thinking
that
in
the
darkness
he
would
pass
on
beneath
me
and
never
notice
.
He
did
not
notice
;
but
my
fingers
were
frozen
and
numbed
with
the
cold
.
I
felt
them
slipping
;
I
could
cling
no
longer
,
and
I
fell
.
Luckily
I
fell
just
as
he
passed
beneath
me
;
I
dropped
feet
foremost
upon
his
shoulders
,
and
he
went
down
without
a
cry
.
I
left
him
lying
stunned
there
on
the
snow
;
but
he
will
be
found
,
or
he
will
recover
.
Either
way
our
escape
will
be
discovered
,
and
no
later
than
this
morning
.
Nay
,
it
must
already
have
been
discovered
.
Already
Innspruck
's
bells
are
ringing
the
alarm
;
already
the
pursuit
is
begun
—
"
and
he
leaned
his
head
from
the
window
and
cried
,
"
Faster
!
faster
!
"
O'Toole
,
for
his
part
,
shouted
,
"
Trinkgeldt
!
"
It
was
the
only
word
of
German
which
he
knew
.
"
But
,
"
said
he
,
"
there
was
a
Saracen
lady
I
learned
about
at
school
who
travelled
over
Europe
and
found
her
lover
in
an
alehouse
in
London
,
with
no
word
but
his
name
to
help
her
over
the
road
.
Sure
,
it
would
be
a
strange
thing
if
I
could
n't
travel
all
over
Germany
with
the
help
of
'
Trinkgeldt
.
'
"
The
word
certainly
had
its
efficacy
with
the
postillion
.
"
Trinkgeldt
!
"
cried
O'Toole
,
and
the
berlin
rocked
and
lurched
and
leaped
down
the
pass
.
The
snow
was
now
less
deep
,
the
drifts
fewer
.
The
road
wound
along
a
mountain-side
:
at
one
window
rose
the
rock
;
from
the
other
the
travellers
looked
down
hundreds
of
feet
to
the
bed
of
the
valley
and
the
boiling
torrent
of
the
Adige
.
It
was
a
mere
narrow
ribbon
of
a
road
made
by
the
Romans
,
without
a
thought
for
the
convenience
of
travellers
in
a
later
day
;
and
as
the
carriage
turned
a
corner
,
O'Toole
,
mounted
on
his
horse
,
saw
ahead
a
heavy
cart
crawling
up
towards
them
.
The
carter
saw
the
berlin
thundering
down
towards
him
behind
its
four
maddened
horses
,
and
he
drew
his
cart
to
the
inside
of
the
road
against
the
rock
.
The
postillion
tugged
at
his
reins
;
he
had
not
sufficient
interval
of
space
to
check
his
team
;
he
threw
a
despairing
glance
at
O'Toole
.
It
seemed
impossible
the
berlin
could
pass
.
There
was
no
use
to
cry
out
;
O'Toole
fell
behind
the
carriage
with
his
mind
made
up
.
He
looked
down
the
precipice
;
he
saw
in
his
imagination
the
huge
carriage
with
its
tangled
,
struggling
horses
falling
sheer
into
the
foam
of
the
river
.
He
could
not
ride
back
to
Bologna
with
that
story
to
tell
;
he
and
his
horse
must
take
the
same
quick
,
steep
road
.
The
postillion
drove
so
close
to
the
cart
that
he
touched
it
as
he
passed
.
"
We
are
lost
!
"
he
shouted
in
an
agony
;
and
O'Toole
saw
the
hind
wheel
of
the
berlin
slip
off
the
road
and
revolve
for
the
fraction
of
a
second
in
the
air
.
He
was
already
putting
his
horse
at
the
precipice
as
though
it
was
a
ditch
to
be
jumped
,
when
the
berlin
made
,
to
his
astonished
eyes
,
an
effort
to
recover
its
balance
like
a
live
thing
.
It
seemed
to
spring
sideways
from
the
brink
of
the
precipice
.
It
not
only
seemed
,
it
did
spring
;
and
O'Toole
,
drawing
rein
,
in
the
great
revulsion
of
his
feelings
,
saw
,
as
he
rocked
unsteadily
in
his
saddle
,
the
carriage
tearing
safe
and
unhurt
down
the
very
centre
of
the
road
.
O'Toole
set
his
spurs
to
his
horse
and
galloped
after
it
.
The
postillion
looked
back
and
laughed
.
"
Trinkgeldt
!
"
he
cried
.
O'Toole
swore
loudly
,
and
getting
level
beat
him
with
his
whip
.
Wogan
's
head
popped
out
of
the
window
.
"
Silence
!
"
said
he
in
a
rage
.
"
Mademoiselle
is
asleep
;
"
and
then
seeing
O'Toole
's
white
and
disordered
face
he
asked
,
"
What
is
it
?
"
No
one
in
the
coach
had
had
a
suspicion
of
their
danger
.
But
O'Toole
still
saw
before
his
eyes
that
wheel
slip
over
the
precipice
and
revolve
in
air
,
he
still
felt
his
horse
beneath
him
quiver
and
refuse
this
leap
into
air
.
In
broken
tones
he
gasped
out
his
story
to
Wogan
,
and
as
he
spoke
the
Princess
stirred
.
"
Hush
!
"
said
Wogan
;
"
she
need
not
know
.
Ride
behind
,
O'Toole
!
Your
blue
eyes
are
green
with
terror
.
Your
face
will
tell
the
story
,
if
once
she
sees
it
.
"
O'Toole
fell
back
again
behind
the
carriage
,
and
at
four
that
afternoon
they
stopped
before
the
post-house
at
Brixen
.
They
had
crossed
the
Brenner
in
a
storm
of
snow
and
howling
winds
;
they
had
travelled
ten
leagues
from
Innspruck
.
Wogan
called
a
halt
of
half
an
hour
.
The
Princess
had
eaten
barely
a
mouthful
since
her
supper
of
the
night
before
.
Wogan
forced
her
to
alight
,
forced
her
to
eat
a
couple
of
eggs
,
and
to
drink
a
glass
of
wine
.
Before
the
half-hour
had
passed
,
she
was
anxious
to
start
again
.
From
Brixen
the
road
was
easier
;
and
either
from
the
smoothness
of
the
travelling
or
through
some
partial
relief
from
his
anxieties
,
Wogan
,
who
had
kept
awake
so
long
,
suddenly
fell
fast
asleep
,
and
when
he
woke
up
again
the
night
was
come
.
He
woke
up
without
a
start
or
even
a
movement
,
as
was
his
habit
,
and
sat
silently
and
bitterly
reproaching
himself
for
that
he
had
yielded
to
fatigue
.
It
was
pitch-dark
within
the
carriage
;
he
stared
through
the
window
and
saw
dimly
the
moving
mountain-side
,
and
here
and
there
a
clump
of
trees
rush
past
.
The
steady
breathing
of
Gaydon
,
on
his
left
,
and
of
Mrs.
Misset
in
the
corner
opposite
to
Gaydon
,
showed
that
those
two
guardians
slept
as
well
.
His
reproaches
became
more
bitter
and
then
suddenly
ceased
,
for
over
against
him
in
the
darkness
a
young
,
fresh
voice
was
singing
very
sweetly
and
very
low
.
It
was
the
Princess
Clementina
,
and
she
sang
to
herself
,
thinking
all
three
of
her
companions
were
asleep
.
Wogan
had
not
caught
the
sound
at
first
above
the
clatter
of
the
wheels
,
and
even
now
that
he
listened
it
came
intermittently
to
his
ears
.
He
heard
enough
,
however
,
to
know
and
to
rejoice
that
there
was
no
melancholy
in
the
music
.
The
song
had
the
clear
bright
thrill
of
the
blackbird
's
note
in
June
.
Wogan
listened
,
entranced
.
He
would
have
given
worlds
to
have
written
the
song
with
which
Clementina
solaced
herself
in
the
darkness
,
to
have
composed
the
melody
on
which
her
voice
rose
and
sank
.
The
carriage
drew
up
at
an
inn
;
the
horses
were
changed
;
the
flight
was
resumed
.
Wogan
had
not
moved
during
this
delay
,
neither
had
Misset
nor
O'Toole
come
to
the
door
.
But
an
ostler
had
flashed
a
lantern
into
the
berlin
,
and
for
a
second
the
light
had
fallen
upon
Wogan
's
face
and
open
eyes
.
Clementina
,
however
,
did
not
cease
;
she
sang
on
until
the
lights
had
been
left
behind
and
the
darkness
was
about
them
.
Then
she
stopped
and
said
,
—
"
How
long
is
it
since
you
woke
?
"
Wogan
was
taken
by
surprise
.
"
I
should
never
have
slept
at
all
,
"
stammered
he
.
"
I
promised
myself
that
.
Not
a
wink
of
sleep
betwixt
Innspruck
and
Italy
;
and
here
was
I
fast
as
a
log
this
side
of
Trent
.
I
think
our
postillion
sleeps
too
;
"
and
letting
down
the
window
he
quietly
called
Misset
.
"
We
have
fresh
relays
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
we
travel
at
a
snail's-pace
.
"
"
The
relays
are
only
fresh
to
us
,
"
returned
Misset
.
"
We
can
go
no
faster
.
There
is
someone
ahead
with
three
stages
'
start
of
us
,
—
someone
of
importance
,
it
would
seem
,
and
who
travels
with
a
retinue
,
for
he
takes
all
the
horses
at
each
stage
.
"
Wogan
thrust
his
head
out
of
the
window
.
There
was
no
doubt
of
it
;
the
horses
lagged
.
In
this
hurried
flight
the
most
trifling
hindrance
was
a
monumental
danger
,
and
this
was
no
trifling
hindrance
.
For
the
hue
and
cry
was
most
certainly
raised
behind
them
;
the
pursuit
from
Innspruck
had
begun
twelve
hours
since
,
on
the
most
favourable
reckoning
.
At
any
moment
they
might
hear
the
jingle
of
a
horse
's
harness
on
the
road
behind
.
And
now
here
was
a
man
with
a
great
retinue
blocking
their
way
in
front
.
"
We
can
do
no
more
,
but
make
a
fight
of
it
in
the
end
,
"
said
he
.
"
They
may
be
few
who
follow
us
.
But
who
is
he
ahead
?
"
Misset
did
not
know
.
"
I
can
tell
you
,
"
said
Clementina
,
with
a
slight
hesitation
.
"
It
is
the
Prince
of
Baden
,
and
he
travels
to
Italy
.
"
Wogan
remembered
a
certain
letter
which
his
King
had
written
to
him
from
Rome
;
and
the
hesitation
in
the
girl
's
voice
told
him
the
rest
of
the
story
.
Wogan
would
have
given
much
to
have
had
his
fingers
about
the
scruff
of
that
pompous
gentleman
's
neck
with
the
precipice
handy
at
his
feet
.
It
was
intolerable
that
the
fellow
should
pester
the
Princess
in
prison
and
hinder
her
flight
when
she
had
escaped
from
it
.
"
Well
,
we
can
do
no
more
,
"
said
he
,
and
he
drew
up
the
window
.
Neither
Gaydon
nor
Mrs.
Misset
were
awakened
;
Clementina
and
Wogan
were
alone
in
the
darkness
.
She
leaned
forward
to
him
and
said
in
a
low
voice
,
—
"
Tell
me
of
the
King
.
I
shall
make
mistakes
in
this
new
world
.
Will
he
have
patience
with
me
while
I
learn
?
"
She
had
spoken
upon
the
same
strain
in
the
darkness
of
the
staircase
only
the
night
before
.
Wogan
gently
laughed
her
fears
aside
.
"
I
will
tell
you
the
truest
thing
about
the
King
.
He
needs
you
at
his
side
.
For
all
his
friends
,
he
is
at
heart
a
lonely
man
,
throned
upon
sorrows
.
I
dare
to
tell
you
that
,
knowing
you
.
He
needs
not
a
mere
wife
,
but
a
mate
,
a
helpmate
,
to
strive
with
him
,
her
hand
in
his
.
Every
man
needs
the
helpmate
,
as
I
read
the
world
.
For
it
cannot
but
be
that
a
man
falls
below
himself
when
he
comes
home
always
to
an
empty
room
.
"
The
Princess
was
silent
.
Wogan
hoped
that
he
had
reassured
her
.
But
her
thoughts
were
now
turned
from
herself
.
She
leaned
yet
further
forward
with
her
elbows
upon
her
knees
,
and
in
a
yet
lower
voice
she
asked
a
question
which
fairly
startled
him
.
"
Does
she
not
love
you
?
"
Wogan
,
indeed
,
had
spoken
unconsciously
,
with
a
deep
note
of
sadness
in
his
voice
,
which
had
sounded
all
the
more
strange
and
sad
to
her
from
its
contrast
with
the
quick
,
cheerful
,
vigorous
tones
she
had
come
to
think
the
mark
of
him
.
He
had
spoken
as
though
he
looked
forward
with
a
poignant
regret
through
a
weary
span
of
days
,
and
saw
himself
always
in
youth
and
middle
years
and
age
coming
home
always
to
an
empty
room
.
Therefore
she
put
her
question
,
and
Wogan
was
taken
off
his
guard
.
"
There
is
no
one
,
"
he
said
in
a
flurry
.
Clementina
shook
her
head
.
"
I
wish
that
I
may
hear
the
King
speak
so
,
and
in
that
voice
;
I
shall
be
very
sure
he
loves
me
,
"
she
said
in
a
musing
voice
,
and
so
changing
almost
to
a
note
of
raillery
.
"
Tell
me
her
name
!
"
she
pleaded
.
"
What
is
amiss
with
her
that
she
is
not
thankful
for
a
true
man
's
love
like
yours
?
Is
she
haughty
?
I
'll
bring
her
on
her
knees
to
you
.
Does
she
think
her
birth
sets
her
too
high
in
the
world
?
I
'll
show
her
so
much
contempt
,
you
so
much
courtesy
,
that
she
shall
fall
from
her
arrogance
and
dote
upon
your
steps
.
Perhaps
she
is
too
sure
of
your
devotion
?
Why
,
then
,
I
'll
make
her
jealous
!
"
Wogan
interrupted
her
,
and
the
agitation
of
his
voice
put
an
end
to
her
raillery
.
Somehow
she
had
wounded
him
who
had
done
so
much
for
her
.
"
Madam
,
I
beg
you
to
believe
me
,
there
is
no
one
;
"
and
casting
about
for
a
sure
argument
to
dispel
her
conjectures
,
he
said
on
an
impulse
,
"
Listen
;
I
will
make
your
Highness
a
confidence
.
"
He
stopped
,
to
make
sure
that
Gaydon
and
Mrs.
Misset
were
still
asleep
.
Then
he
laughed
uneasily
like
a
man
that
is
half-ashamed
and
resumed
,
—
"
I
am
lord
and
king
of
a
city
of
dreams
.
Here
's
the
opening
of
a
fairy
tale
,
you
will
say
.
But
when
I
am
asleep
my
city
's
very
real
;
and
even
now
that
I
am
awake
I
could
draw
you
a
map
of
it
,
though
I
could
not
name
its
streets
.
That
's
my
town
's
one
blemish
.
Its
streets
are
nameless
.
It
has
taken
a
long
while
in
the
building
,
ever
since
my
boyhood
;
and
indeed
the
work
's
not
finished
yet
,
nor
do
I
think
it
ever
will
be
finished
till
I
die
,
since
my
brain
's
its
architect
.
When
I
was
asleep
but
now
,
I
discovered
a
new
villa
,
and
an
avenue
of
trees
,
and
a
tavern
with
red
blinds
which
I
had
never
remarked
before
.
At
the
first
there
was
nothing
but
a
queer
white
house
of
which
the
original
has
fallen
to
ruins
at
Rathcoffey
in
Ireland
.
This
house
stood
alone
in
a
wide
flat
emerald
plain
that
stretched
like
an
untravelled
sea
to
a
circle
of
curving
sky
.
There
was
room
to
build
,
you
see
,
and
when
I
left
Rathcoffey
and
became
a
wanderer
,
the
building
went
on
apace
.
There
are
dark
lanes
there
from
Avignon
between
great
frowning
houses
,
narrow
climbing
streets
from
Meran
,
arcades
from
Verona
,
and
a
park
of
many
thickets
and
tall
poplar-trees
with
a
long
silver
stretch
of
water
.
One
day
you
will
see
that
park
from
the
windows
of
St.
James
.
It
has
a
wall
too
,
my
city
,
—
a
round
wall
enclosing
it
within
a
perfect
circle
;
and
from
whatever
quarter
of
the
plain
you
come
towards
it
,
you
only
see
this
wall
,
there
's
not
so
much
as
a
chimney
visible
above
it
.
Once
you
have
crowded
with
the
caravans
and
traders
through
the
gates
,
—
for
my
town
is
busy
,
—
you
are
at
once
in
the
ringing
streets
.
I
think
my
architect
in
that
took
Aigues
Mortes
for
his
model
.
Outside
you
have
the
flat
,
silent
plain
,
across
which
the
merchants
creep
in
long
trailing
lines
,
within
the
noise
of
markets
,
the
tramp
of
horses
'
hoofs
,
the
talk
of
men
and
women
,
and
,
if
you
listen
hard
,
the
whispers
,
too
,
of
lovers
.
Oh
,
my
city
's
populous
!
There
are
quiet
alleys
with
windows
opening
onto
them
,
where
on
summer
nights
you
may
see
a
young
girl
's
face
with
the
moonlight
on
it
like
a
glory
,
and
in
the
shadow
of
the
wall
beneath
,
the
cloaked
figure
of
a
youth
.
Well
,
I
have
a
notion
—
"
and
then
he
broke
off
abruptly
.
"
There
's
a
black
horse
I
own
,
my
favourite
horse
.
"
"
You
rode
it
the
first
time
you
came
to
Ohlau
,
"
said
the
Princess
.
"
Do
you
indeed
remember
that
?
"
cried
Wogan
,
with
so
much
pleasure
that
Gaydon
stirred
in
his
corner
,
and
Clementina
said
,
"
Hush
!
"
Wogan
waited
in
a
suspense
lest
Gaydon
should
wake
up
,
which
,
to
be
sure
,
would
be
the
most
inconsiderate
thing
in
the
world
.
Gaydon
,
however
,
settled
himself
more
comfortably
,
and
in
a
little
his
regular
breathing
might
be
heard
again
.
"
Well
,
"
resumed
Wogan
,
"
I
have
a
notion
that
the
lady
I
shall
marry
will
come
riding
some
sunrise
on
my
black
horse
across
the
plain
and
into
my
city
of
dreams
.
And
she
has
not
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Clementina
,
"
here
's
a
subterfuge
,
my
friend
.
The
lady
you
shall
marry
,
you
say
.
But
tell
me
this
!
Has
the
lady
you
love
ridden
on
your
black
horse
into
your
city
of
dreams
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Wogan
;
"
for
there
is
no
lady
whom
I
love
.
"
There
Wogan
should
have
ended
,
but
he
added
rather
sadly
,
"
Nor
is
there
like
to
be
.
"
"
Then
I
am
sure
,
"
said
Clementina
.
"
Sure
that
I
speak
truth
?
"
"
No
,
sure
that
you
mislead
me
.
It
is
not
kind
;
for
here
perhaps
I
might
give
you
some
small
token
of
my
gratitude
,
would
you
but
let
me
.
Oh
,
it
is
no
matter
.
I
shall
find
out
who
the
lady
is
.
You
need
not
doubt
it
.
I
shall
set
my
wits
and
eyes
to
work
.
There
shall
be
marriages
when
I
am
Queen
.
I
will
find
out
!
"
Wogan
's
face
was
not
visible
in
the
darkness
;
but
he
spoke
quickly
and
in
a
startled
voice
,
—
"
That
you
must
never
do
.
Promise
that
you
never
will
!
Promise
me
that
you
will
never
try
;
"
and
again
Gaydon
stirred
in
his
corner
.
Clementina
made
no
answer
to
the
passionate
words
.
She
did
not
promise
,
but
she
drew
a
breath
,
and
then
from
head
to
foot
she
shivered
.
Wogan
dared
not
repeat
his
plea
for
a
promise
,
but
he
felt
that
though
she
had
not
given
it
,
none
the
less
she
would
keep
it
.
They
sat
for
awhile
silent
.
Then
Clementina
came
back
to
her
first
question
.
"
Tell
me
of
the
King
,
"
she
said
very
softly
.
And
as
the
carriage
rolled
down
the
mountain
valley
through
the
night
and
its
wheels
struck
flashes
of
fire
from
the
stones
,
Wogan
drew
a
picture
for
her
of
the
man
she
was
to
marry
.
It
was
a
relief
to
him
to
escape
from
the
dangerous
talk
of
the
last
hour
,
and
he
spoke
fervently
.
The
poet
in
him
had
always
been
sensitive
to
the
glamour
of
that
wandering
Prince
;
he
had
his
countrymen
's
instinctive
devotion
for
a
failing
cause
.
This
was
no
suitable
moment
for
dwelling
upon
the
defects
and
weaknesses
.
Wogan
told
her
the
story
of
the
campaign
in
Scotland
,
of
the
year
's
residence
in
Avignon
.
He
spoke
most
burningly
.
A
girl
would
no
doubt
like
to
hear
of
her
love
's
achievements
;
and
if
James
Stuart
had
not
so
many
to
his
name
as
a
man
could
wish
,
that
was
merely
because
chance
had
served
him
ill.
So
a
fair
tale
was
told
,
not
to
be
found
in
any
history
book
,
of
a
night
attack
in
Scotland
and
how
the
Chevalier
de
St.
George
,
surprised
and
already
to
all
purposes
a
prisoner
,
forced
a
way
alone
through
nine
grenadiers
with
loaded
muskets
and
escaped
over
the
roof-tops
.
It
was
a
good
breathless
story
as
he
told
it
,
and
he
had
just
come
to
an
end
of
it
when
the
carriage
drove
through
the
village
of
Wellishmile
and
stopped
at
the
posting-house
.
Wogan
opened
the
door
and
shook
Gaydon
by
the
shoulder
.
"
Let
us
try
if
we
can
get
stronger
horses
here
,
"
said
he
,
and
he
got
out
.
Gaydon
woke
up
with
surprising
alacrity
.
"
I
must
have
fallen
asleep
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
beseech
your
Highness
's
forgiveness
;
I
have
slept
this
long
while
.
"
It
was
no
business
of
his
if
Wogan
chose
to
attribute
his
own
escape
from
Newgate
as
an
exploit
of
the
King
's
.
The
story
was
a
familiar
one
at
Bologna
,
whither
they
were
hurrying
;
it
was
sufficiently
known
that
Charles
Wogan
was
its
hero
.
All
this
was
Wogan
's
business
,
not
Gaydon
's
.
Nor
had
Gaydon
anything
to
do
with
any
city
of
dreams
or
with
any
lady
that
might
ride
into
it
,
or
with
any
black
horse
that
chanced
to
carry
her
.
Poets
no
doubt
talked
that
way
.
It
was
their
business
.
Gaydon
was
not
sorry
that
he
had
slept
so
heartily
through
those
last
stages
.
He
got
down
from
the
carriage
and
met
Wogan
coming
from
the
inn
with
a
face
of
dismay
.
"
We
are
stopped
here
.
There
is
no
help
for
it
.
We
have
gained
on
the
Prince
of
Baden
,
who
is
no
more
than
two
stages
ahead
.
The
relays
which
carried
him
from
here
to
the
next
stage
have
only
this
instant
come
back
.
They
are
too
tired
to
move
.
So
we
must
stay
until
they
are
refreshed
.
And
we
are
still
three
posts
this
side
of
Trent
!
"
he
cried
.
"
I
would
not
mind
were
Trent
behind
us
.
But
there
's
no
help
for
it
.
I
have
hired
a
room
where
the
Countess
and
her
niece
can
sleep
until
such
time
as
we
can
start
.
"
Clementina
and
Mrs.
Misset
descended
and
supped
in
company
with
Gaydon
and
Wogan
,
while
Misset
and
O'Toole
waited
upon
them
as
servants
.
It
was
a
silent
sort
of
supper
,
very
different
from
the
meal
they
had
made
that
morning
.
For
though
the
fare
was
better
,
it
lacked
the
exhilaration
.
This
delay
weighed
heavily
upon
them
all
.
For
the
country
was
now
for
a
sure
thing
raised
behind
them
,
and
if
they
had
gained
on
the
Prince
of
Baden
,
their
pursuers
had
no
less
certainly
gained
on
them
.
"
Would
we
were
t'other
side
of
Trent
!
"
exclaimed
Wogan
;
and
looking
up
he
saw
that
Clementina
was
watching
him
with
a
strange
intentness
.
Her
eyes
were
on
him
again
while
they
sat
at
supper
;
and
when
he
led
her
to
the
door
of
her
room
and
she
gave
him
her
hand
,
she
stood
for
a
little
while
looking
deep
into
his
eyes
.
And
though
she
had
much
need
of
sleep
,
when
she
had
got
into
the
room
and
the
door
was
closed
behind
her
,
she
remained
staring
at
the
logs
of
the
fire
.
For
she
knew
his
secret
,
and
to
her
eyes
he
was
now
another
man
.
Before
,
Wogan
was
the
untiring
servant
,
the
unflinching
friend
;
now
he
was
the
man
who
loved
her
.
The
risks
he
had
run
,
his
journeyings
,
his
unswerving
confidence
in
the
result
,
his
laborious
days
and
nights
of
preparation
,
and
the
swift
execution
,
—
love
as
well
as
service
claimed
a
share
in
these
.
He
was
changed
for
ever
to
her
eyes
;
she
knew
his
secret
.
There
was
the
cloud
no
bigger
than
a
man
's
hand
.
For
she
must
needs
think
over
all
that
he
had
said
and
done
by
the
new
light
the
secret
shed
.
When
did
he
first
begin
to
care
?
Why
?
She
recalled
his
first
visit
long
ago
to
Ohlau
,
when
he
rode
across
the
park
on
his
black
horse
charged
with
his
momentous
errand
.
She
had
been
standing
,
she
remembered
,
before
the
blazing
log-fire
in
the
great
stone
hall
,
much
as
she
was
standing
now
.
Great
changes
had
come
since
then
.
She
was
James
Stuart
's
chosen
wife
—
and
this
man
loved
her
.
He
had
no
hope
of
any
reward
;
he
desired
even
that
she
should
not
know
.
She
should
no
doubt
have
been
properly
sorry
and
compassionate
,
but
she
was
a
girl
simple
and
frank
.
To
be
loved
by
a
man
who
could
so
endure
and
strive
and
ask
no
guerdon
,
—
that
lifted
her
.
She
thought
the
more
worthily
of
herself
because
he
loved
her
.
She
was
raised
thereby
.
She
could
not
be
sorry
;
her
blood
pulsed
,
her
heart
sang
,
the
starry
eyes
shone
with
a
brighter
light
.
He
loved
her
.
She
knew
his
secret
.
A
little
clock
chimed
the
hour
upon
the
mantel-shelf
,
and
lifting
her
eyes
she
saw
that
just
twenty-four
hours
had
passed
since
she
had
driven
out
of
Innspruck
up
the
Brenner
.
As
she
got
into
bed
a
horse
galloped
up
to
the
inn
and
stopped
.
She
remembered
that
she
had
not
ridden
on
his
black
horse
out
of
the
sunrise
across
the
plain
.
He
loved
her
,
and
since
he
loved
her
,
surely
—
She
fell
asleep
puzzled
and
wondering
why
.
She
was
waked
up
some
two
hours
afterwards
by
a
rapping
on
the
door
,
and
she
grew
hot
and
she
recognised
Wogan
's
voice
cautiously
whispering
to
her
to
rise
with
all
speed
.
For
in
her
dreams
from
which
she
had
wakened
,
she
had
ridden
across
the
flat
green
plain
into
the
round
city
of
dreams
.
CHAPTER
XVI
When
the
horse
galloped
up
to
the
door
,
the
Princess
turned
on
her
side
and
went
to
sleep
.
In
the
common-room
below
Gaydon
and
Wogan
were
smoking
a
pipe
of
tobacco
over
the
fire
.
Both
men
rose
on
the
instant
;
Wogan
stealthily
opened
the
door
an
inch
or
so
and
looked
down
the
passage
.
Gaydon
raised
a
corner
of
the
blind
and
peered
through
the
window
.
The
two
remaining
members
of
the
party
,
Misset
and
O'Toole
,
who
as
lackeys
had
served
the
supper
of
the
Princess
,
were
now
eating
their
own
.
When
the
Princess
turned
over
on
her
side
,
and
Wogan
stepped
on
tiptoe
to
the
door
and
Gaydon
peeped
through
the
window
,
Misset
laid
down
his
knife
and
fork
,
and
drawing
a
flask
from
his
pocket
emptied
its
contents
into
an
earthenware
water-jug
which
stood
upon
the
table
.
O'Toole
,
for
his
part
,
simply
continued
to
eat
.
"
He
is
getting
off
his
horse
,
"
said
Gaydon
.
"
Has
he
ridden
hard
,
do
you
think
?
"
asked
Misset
.
"
He
looks
in
a
mighty
ill-humour
.
"
O'Toole
looked
up
from
his
plate
,
and
became
gradually
aware
that
something
was
occurring
.
Before
he
could
speak
,
however
,
Gaydon
dropped
the
blind
.
"
He
is
coming
in
.
It
will
never
do
for
him
to
find
the
four
of
us
together
.
He
may
not
be
the
courier
from
Innspruck
;
on
the
other
hand
,
he
may
,
and
seeing
the
four
of
us
he
will
ask
questions
of
the
landlord
.
Seeing
no
more
than
two
,
he
will
very
likely
ask
none
.
"
O'Toole
began
to
understand
.
He
understood
,
at
all
events
,
that
for
him
there
was
to
be
no
more
supper
.
If
two
were
to
make
themselves
scarce
,
he
knew
that
he
would
be
one
of
the
two
.
"
Very
well
,
"
said
he
,
heaving
a
sigh
which
made
the
glasses
on
the
table
dance
,
and
laying
his
napkin
down
he
got
up
.
To
his
surprise
,
however
,
he
was
bidden
to
stay
.
"
Gaydon
and
I
will
go
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
Jack
will
find
out
the
fellow
's
business
.
"
Misset
nodded
his
head
,
took
up
his
knife
and
fork
again
.
He
leaned
across
the
table
to
O'Toole
as
the
others
stepped
out
of
the
room
.
"
You
speak
only
French
,
Lucius
.
You
come
from
Savoy
.
"
He
had
no
time
to
say
more
,
for
the
new-comer
stamped
blustering
down
the
passage
and
flung
into
the
room
.
The
man
,
as
Gaydon
had
remarked
,
was
in
a
mighty
ill-humour
;
his
clothes
and
his
face
were
splashed
with
mud
,
and
he
seemed
,
moreover
,
in
the
last
stage
of
exhaustion
.
For
though
he
bawled
for
the
landlord
it
was
in
a
weak
,
hoarse
voice
,
which
did
not
reach
beyond
the
door
.
Misset
looked
at
him
with
sympathy
.
"
You
have
no
doubt
come
far
,
"
said
he
;
"
and
the
landlord
's
a
laggard
.
Here
's
something
that
may
comfort
you
till
he
comes
;
"
and
he
filled
a
glass
half
full
with
red
Tyrol
wine
from
the
bottle
at
his
elbow
.
The
man
thanked
him
and
advanced
to
the
table
.
"
It
is
a
raw
hot
wine
,
"
continued
Misset
,
"
and
goes
better
with
water
;
"
and
he
filled
up
the
glass
from
the
water-jug
.
The
courier
reached
out
his
hand
for
it
.
"
I
am
the
thirstiest
man
in
all
Germany
,
"
said
he
,
and
he
took
a
gulp
of
the
wine
and
immediately
fell
to
spluttering
.
"
Save
us
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
this
wine
is
devilishly
strong
.
"
"
Try
some
more
water
,
"
said
Misset
,
and
again
he
filled
up
the
glass
.
The
courier
drank
it
all
in
a
single
draught
,
and
stood
winking
his
eyes
and
shaking
his
head
.
"
That
warms
a
man
,
"
said
he
.
"
It
does
one
good
;
"
and
again
he
called
for
the
landlord
,
and
this
time
in
a
strange
voice
.
The
landlord
still
lagged
,
however
,
and
Misset
did
not
doubt
that
Wogan
had
found
a
means
to
detain
him
.
He
filled
up
the
courier
's
glass
again
,
half
wine
,
half
water
.
The
courier
sat
heavily
down
in
a
chair
.
"
I
take
the
liberty
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
am
no
better
than
a
dung-heap
to
sit
beside
gentlemen
.
But
indeed
I
can
stand
no
longer
.
Never
have
I
stridden
across
such
vile
slaughter-house
cattle
as
they
keep
for
travellers
on
the
Brenner
road
.
I
have
sprained
my
legs
with
spurring
'
em
.
Seven
times
,
"
he
cried
with
an
oath
,
—
"
seven
times
has
a
horse
dropped
under
me
to-day
.
There
's
not
an
inch
of
me
unbruised
,
curse
me
if
there
is
!
I
'm
a
cake
of
mud
.
"
Misset
knew
very
well
why
the
courier
had
suffered
these
falls
.
The
horses
he
had
ridden
had
first
been
tired
by
the
Prince
of
Baden
,
and
then
had
the
last
spark
of
fire
flogged
out
of
them
by
the
Princess
's
postillions
.
He
merely
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
however
,
and
said
,
"
That
looks
ill
for
us
.
"
The
courier
gazed
suddenly
at
Misset
,
then
at
O'Toole
,
with
a
dull
sort
of
suspicion
in
his
eyes
.
"
And
which
way
might
you
gentlemen
be
travelling
?
"
"
To
Innspruck
;
we
're
from
Trent
,
"
said
Misset
,
boldly
.
The
courier
turned
to
O'Toole
.
"
And
you
too
,
sir
?
"
O'Toole
turned
a
stolid
,
uncomprehending
face
upon
the
courier
.
"
Pour
moi
,
monsieur
,
je
suis
Savoyard
.
Monsieur
qui
vous
parle
,
c'est
mon
compagnon
de
négoce
.
"
The
courier
gazed
with
blank
,
heavy
eyes
at
O'Toole
.
He
had
the
appearance
of
a
man
fuddled
with
drink
.
He
heaved
a
sigh
or
two
.
"
Will
you
repeat
that
,
"
he
said
at
length
,
"
and
slowly
?
"
O'Toole
repeated
his
remark
,
and
the
courier
nodded
at
him
.
"
That
's
very
strange
,
"
said
he
,
solemnly
,
wagging
his
head
.
"
I
do
not
dispute
its
truth
,
but
it
is
most
strange
.
I
will
tell
my
wife
of
it
.
"
He
turned
in
his
chair
,
and
a
twinge
from
his
bruises
made
him
cry
out
.
"
I
shall
be
as
stiff
as
a
mummy
in
the
morning
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
and
swore
loudly
at
"
the
bandits
"
who
had
caused
him
this
deplorable
journey
.
Misset
and
O'Toole
exchanged
a
quick
glance
,
and
Misset
pushed
the
glass
across
the
table
.
The
courier
took
it
,
and
his
eyes
lighted
up
.
"
You
have
come
from
Trent
,
"
said
he
.
"
Did
you
pass
a
travelling
carriage
on
the
road
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Misset
;
"
the
Prince
of
Baden
with
a
large
following
drove
into
Trent
as
we
came
out
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
said
the
courier
.
"
But
no
second
party
behind
the
Prince
?
"
Misset
shook
his
head
;
he
made
a
pretence
of
consulting
O'Toole
in
French
,
and
O'Toole
shook
his
head
.
"
Then
I
shall
have
the
robbers
,
"
cried
the
courier
.
"
They
are
to
be
flayed
alive
,
and
they
deserve
it
,
"
he
shouted
fiercely
to
Misset
.
"
Gallows-birds
!
"
He
dropped
his
head
upon
his
arms
and
muttered
"
gallows-birds
"
again
.
It
seemed
that
he
was
falling
asleep
,
but
he
suddenly
sat
up
and
beat
on
the
table
with
his
fist
.
"
I
have
eaten
nothing
since
the
morning
.
Ah
—
gallows-
birds
—
flayed
alive
,
and
hanged
—
no
,
hanged
and
flayed
alive
—
no
,
that
's
impossible
.
"
He
drank
off
the
wine
which
Misset
had
poured
out
for
him
,
and
rose
from
his
chair
.
"
Where
's
the
landlord
?
I
want
supper
.
I
want
besides
to
speak
to
him
;
"
and
he
staggered
towards
the
door
.
"
As
for
supper
,
"
said
Misset
,
"
we
shall
be
glad
if
you
will
share
ours
.
Travellers
should
be
friendly
.
"
O'Toole
caught
the
courier
by
the
arm
and
with
a
polite
speech
in
French
drew
him
again
down
into
his
chair
.
The
courier
stared
at
O'Toole
and
forgot
all
about
the
landlord
.
He
had
eaten
nothing
all
day
,
and
the
wine
and
the
water-jug
had
gone
to
his
head
.
He
put
a
long
forefinger
on
O'Toole
's
knee
.
"
Say
that
again
,
"
said
he
,
and
O'Toole
obeyed
.
A
slow
,
fat
smile
spread
all
over
the
courier
's
face
.
"
I
'll
tell
my
wife
about
it
,
"
said
he
.
He
tried
to
clap
O'Toole
on
the
back
,
and
missing
him
fell
forward
with
his
face
on
the
table
.
The
next
minute
he
was
snoring
.
Misset
walked
round
the
table
and
deftly
picked
his
pockets
.
There
was
a
package
in
one
of
them
superscribed
to
"
Prince
Taxis
,
the
Governor
of
Trent
.
"
Misset
deliberately
broke
the
seal
and
read
the
contents
.
He
handed
the
package
to
O'Toole
,
who
read
it
,
and
then
flinging
it
upon
the
ground
danced
upon
it
.
Misset
went
out
of
the
room
and
found
Wogan
and
Gaydon
keeping
watch
by
Clementina
's
door
.
To
them
he
spoke
in
a
whisper
.
"
The
fellow
brings
letters
from
General
Heister
to
the
Governor
of
Trent
to
stop
us
at
all
costs
.
But
his
letters
are
destroyed
,
and
he
's
lying
dead-drunk
on
the
table
.
"
The
three
men
quickly
concerted
a
plan
.
The
Princess
must
be
roused
;
a
start
must
be
made
at
once
;
and
O'Toole
must
be
left
behind
to
keep
a
watch
upon
the
courier
,
Wogan
rapped
at
the
door
and
waked
Clementina
;
he
sent
Gaydon
to
the
stables
to
bribe
the
ostlers
,
and
with
Misset
went
down
to
inform
O'Toole
.
O'Toole
,
however
,
was
sitting
with
his
eyes
closed
and
his
head
nodding
,
surrounded
by
scraps
of
the
letter
which
he
had
danced
to
pieces
.
Wogan
shook
him
by
the
shoulder
,
and
he
opened
his
eyes
and
smiled
fatuously
.
"
He
means
to
tell
his
wife
,
"
he
said
with
a
foolish
gurgle
of
laughter
.
"
He
must
be
an
ass
.
I
do
n't
think
if
I
had
a
wife
I
should
tell
her
.
Would
you
,
Wogan
,
tell
your
wife
if
you
had
one
?
Misset
would
n't
tell
his
wife
.
"
Misset
interrupted
him
.
"
What
have
you
drank
since
I
went
out
of
the
room
?
"
he
asked
roughly
.
He
took
up
the
water-jug
and
turned
it
topsy-turvy
.
It
was
quite
empty
.
"
Only
water
,
"
said
O'Toole
,
dreamily
,
and
he
laughed
again
.
"
Now
I
would
n't
mind
telling
my
wife
that
,
"
said
he
.
Misset
let
him
go
and
turned
with
a
gesture
of
despair
to
Wogan
.
"
I
poured
my
flask
out
into
the
water-bottle
.
It
was
full
of
burnt
Strasbourg
brandy
,
of
double
strength
.
It
is
as
potent
as
opium
.
Neither
of
them
will
have
his
wits
before
to-morrow
.
It
will
not
help
us
to
leave
O'Toole
to
guard
the
courier
.
"
"
And
we
cannot
take
him
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
There
is
the
Princess
to
be
thought
of
.
We
must
leave
him
,
and
we
cannot
leave
him
alone
,
for
his
neck
's
in
danger
,
—
more
than
in
danger
if
the
courier
wakes
before
him
.
"
He
picked
up
carefully
the
scraps
of
the
letter
and
placed
them
in
the
middle
of
the
fire
.
They
were
hardly
burnt
before
Gaydon
came
into
the
room
with
word
that
horses
were
already
being
harnessed
to
the
berlin
.
Wogan
explained
their
predicament
.
"
We
must
choose
which
of
us
three
shall
stay
behind
,
"
said
he
.
"
Which
of
us
two
,
"
Misset
corrected
,
pointing
to
Gaydon
and
himself
.
"
When
the
Princess
drives
into
Bologna
,
Charles
Wogan
,
who
first
had
the
high
heart
to
dare
this
exploit
,
the
brain
to
plot
,
the
hand
to
execute
it
,
—
Charles
Wogan
must
ride
at
her
side
,
not
Misset
,
not
Gaydon
.
I
take
no
man
's
honours
.
"
He
shook
Wogan
by
the
hand
as
he
spoke
,
and
he
had
spoken
with
an
extraordinary
warmth
of
admiration
.
Gaydon
could
do
no
less
than
follow
his
companion
's
example
,
though
there
was
a
shade
of
embarrassment
in
his
manner
of
assenting
.
It
was
not
that
he
had
any
envy
of
Wogan
,
or
any
desire
to
rob
him
of
a
single
tittle
of
his
due
credit
.
There
was
nothing
mean
in
Gaydon
's
nature
,
but
here
was
a
halving
of
Clementina
's
protectors
,
and
he
could
not
stifle
a
suspicion
that
the
best
man
of
the
four
to
leave
behind
was
really
Charles
Wogan
himself
.
Not
a
word
,
however
,
of
this
could
he
say
,
and
so
he
nodded
his
assent
to
Misset
's
proposal
.
"
It
is
I
,
then
,
who
stay
behind
with
O'Toole
and
the
courier
,
"
he
said
.
"
Misset
has
a
wife
;
the
lot
evidently
falls
to
me
.
We
will
make
a
shift
somehow
or
another
to
keep
the
fellow
quiet
till
sundown
to-morrow
,
which
time
should
see
you
out
of
danger
.
"
He
unbuckled
the
sword
from
his
waist
and
laid
it
on
the
table
,
and
that
simple
action
somehow
touched
Wogan
to
the
heart
.
He
slipped
his
arm
into
Gaydon
's
and
said
remorsefully
,
—
"
Dick
,
I
do
hate
to
leave
you
,
you
and
Lucius
.
I
swept
you
into
the
peril
,
you
two
,
my
friends
,
and
now
I
leave
you
in
the
thick
of
it
to
find
a
way
out
for
yourselves
.
But
there
is
no
remedy
,
is
there
?
I
shall
not
rest
until
I
see
you
both
again
.
Goodbye
,
Lucius
.
"
He
looked
at
O'Toole
sprawling
with
outstretched
legs
upon
his
groaning
chair
.
"
My
six
feet
four
,
"
said
he
,
turning
to
Gaydon
;
"
you
must
give
me
the
passport
.
Have
a
good
care
of
him
,
Dick
;
"
and
he
gripped
O'Toole
affectionately
by
the
arms
for
a
second
,
and
then
taking
the
passport
hurried
from
the
room
.
Gaydon
had
seldom
seen
Wogan
so
moved
.
The
berlin
was
brought
round
to
the
door
;
the
Princess
,
rosy
with
sleep
,
stepped
into
it
;
Wogan
had
brought
with
him
a
muff
,
and
he
slipped
it
over
Clementina
's
feet
to
keep
her
warm
during
the
night
;
Misset
took
Gaydon
's
place
,
and
the
postillion
cracked
his
whip
and
set
off
towards
Trent
.
Gaydon
,
sitting
before
the
fire
in
the
parlour
,
heard
the
wheels
grate
upon
the
road
;
he
had
a
vision
of
the
berlin
thundering
through
the
night
with
a
trail
of
sparks
from
the
wheels
;
and
he
wondered
whether
Misset
was
asleep
or
merely
leaning
back
with
his
eyes
shut
,
and
thus
visiting
incognito
Woman
's
fairy-land
of
dreams
.
However
,
Gaydon
consoled
himself
with
the
reflection
that
it
was
none
of
his
business
.
CHAPTER
XVII
But
Gaydon
was
out
of
his
reckoning
.
There
were
no
fairy
tales
told
for
Misset
to
overhear
,
and
the
Princess
Clementina
slept
in
her
corner
of
the
carriage
.
If
a
jolt
upon
a
stone
wakened
her
,
a
movement
opposite
told
her
that
her
sentinel
was
watchful
and
alert
.
Three
times
the
berlin
stopped
for
a
change
of
horses
;
and
on
each
occasion
Wogan
was
out
of
the
door
and
hurrying
the
ostlers
before
the
wheels
had
ceased
to
revolve
.
"
You
should
sleep
,
my
friend
,
"
said
she
.
"
Not
till
we
reach
Italy
,
"
he
replied
;
and
with
the
confidence
of
a
child
she
nestled
warmly
in
her
cloak
again
and
closed
her
eyes
.
This
feeling
of
security
was
a
new
luxury
to
her
after
the
months
of
anxiety
and
prison
.
The
grey
light
of
the
morning
stole
into
the
berlin
and
revealed
to
her
the
erect
and
tireless
figure
of
her
saviour
.
The
sun
leaped
down
the
mountain-peaks
,
and
the
grey
of
the
light
was
now
a
sparkling
gold
.
Wogan
bade
her
Highness
look
from
the
carriage
window
,
and
she
could
not
restrain
a
cry
of
delight
.
On
her
left
,
mountain-ridge
rose
behind
mountain-ridge
,
away
to
the
towering
limestone
cliffs
of
Monte
Scanupia
;
on
her
right
,
the
white
peaks
of
the
Orto
d'Abram
flashed
to
the
sun
;
and
between
the
hills
the
broad
valley
of
the
Adige
rolled
southwards
,
—
a
summer
country
of
villages
and
vines
,
of
mulberry-trees
and
fields
of
maize
,
in
the
midst
of
which
rose
the
belfries
of
an
Italian
town
.
"
This
is
Italy
,
"
she
cried
.
"
But
the
Emperor
's
Italy
,
"
answered
Wogan
;
and
at
half-past
nine
that
morning
the
carriage
stopped
in
the
public
square
of
Trent
.
As
Wogan
stepped
onto
the
ground
,
he
saw
a
cloud
of
dust
at
the
opposite
side
of
the
square
,
and
wrapped
in
that
cloud
men
on
horseback
like
soldiers
in
the
smoke
of
battle
;
he
heard
,
too
,
the
sound
of
wheels
.
The
Prince
of
Baden
had
that
instant
driven
away
,
and
he
had
taken
every
procurable
horse
in
the
town
.
Wogan
's
own
horses
could
go
no
further
.
He
came
back
to
the
door
of
the
carriage
.
"
I
must
search
through
Trent
,
"
said
he
,
"
on
the
mere
chance
of
finding
what
will
serve
us
.
Your
Highness
must
wait
in
the
inn
;
"
and
Clementina
,
muffling
her
face
,
said
to
him
,
—
"
I
dare
not
.
My
face
is
known
in
Trent
,
though
this
is
the
first
time
ever
I
saw
it
.
But
many
gentlemen
from
Trent
came
to
the
Innspruck
carnival
,
and
of
these
a
good
number
were
kind
enough
to
offer
me
their
hearts
.
They
were
allowed
to
besiege
me
to
their
content
.
I
must
needs
remain
in
the
shelter
of
the
carriage
.
"
Wogan
left
Misset
to
stand
sentinel
,
and
hurried
off
upon
his
business
.
He
ran
from
stable
to
stable
,
from
inn
to
inn
.
The
Prince
of
Baden
had
hired
thirty-six
horses
;
six
more
were
nowhere
to
be
found
.
Wogan
would
be
content
with
four
;
he
ended
in
a
prayer
for
two
.
At
each
house
the
door
was
shut
in
his
face
.
Wogan
was
in
despair
;
nowhere
could
delay
be
so
dangerous
as
at
Trent
,
where
there
were
soldiers
,
and
a
Governor
who
would
not
hesitate
to
act
without
orders
if
he
suspected
the
Princess
Clementina
was
escaping
through
his
town
.
Two
hours
had
passed
in
Wogan
's
vain
search
,
—
two
hours
of
daylight
,
during
which
Clementina
had
sat
in
an
unharnessed
carriage
in
the
market
square
.
Wogan
ran
back
to
the
square
,
half
expecting
to
find
that
she
had
been
recognised
and
arrested
.
As
he
reached
the
square
,
he
saw
that
curious
people
were
loitering
about
the
carriage
;
as
he
pushed
through
them
,
he
heard
them
questioning
why
travellers
should
on
so
hot
a
morning
of
spring
sit
muffled
up
in
a
close
,
dark
carriage
when
they
could
take
their
ease
beneath
trees
in
the
inn-garden
.
One
man
laughed
out
at
the
Princess
and
the
comical
figure
she
made
with
her
scarlet
cloak
drawn
tight
about
her
face
.
Wogan
himself
had
bought
that
cloak
in
Strasbourg
to
guard
his
Princess
from
the
cold
of
the
Brenner
,
and
guessed
what
discomfort
its
ermine
lining
must
now
be
costing
her
.
And
this
lout
dared
to
laugh
and
make
her
,
this
incomparable
woman
,
a
butt
for
his
ridicule
!
Wogan
took
a
step
towards
the
fellow
with
his
fists
clenched
,
but
thought
the
better
of
his
impulse
,
and
turning
away
ran
to
the
palace
of
Prince
Taxis
.
This
desperate
course
alone
remained
to
him
;
he
must
have
speech
with
the
Prince-bishop
himself
.
At
the
palace
,
however
,
he
was
informed
that
the
Prince
was
in
bed
with
the
gout
.
Mr.
Wogan
,
however
,
insisted
.
"
You
will
present
my
duties
to
the
Prince
;
you
will
show
him
my
passport
;
you
will
say
that
the
Count
of
Cernes
has
business
of
the
last
importance
in
Italy
,
and
begs
permission
,
since
the
Prince
of
Baden
has
hired
every
post-horse
in
the
town
,
to
requisition
half
a
dozen
farm-horses
from
the
fields
.
"
Mr.
Wogan
kicked
his
heels
in
the
courtyard
while
the
message
was
taken
.
At
any
moment
some
rumour
of
the
curious
spectacle
in
the
square
might
be
brought
to
the
palace
and
excite
inquiry
.
There
might
be
another
courier
in
pursuit
besides
the
man
whom
Gaydon
kept
a
prisoner
.
Wogan
was
devoured
with
a
fever
of
impatience
.
It
seemed
to
him
hours
before
the
Prince
's
secretary
returned
to
him
.
The
secretary
handed
him
back
his
passport
,
and
on
the
part
of
the
Prince
made
a
speech
full
of
civilities
.
"
Here
's
a
great
deal
of
jam
,
sir
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
I
misdoubt
me
but
what
there
's
a
most
unpalatable
pill
hidden
away
in
it
.
"
"
Indeed
,
"
said
the
secretary
,
"
the
Prince
begs
you
to
be
content
and
to
wait
for
the
post-horses
to
return
.
"
"
Ah
,
ah
!
"
cried
Wogan
,
"
but
that
's
the
one
thing
I
cannot
do
.
I
must
speak
plainly
,
it
appears
.
"
He
drew
the
secretary
out
of
ear-shot
,
and
resumed
:
"
My
particular
business
is
to
catch
up
the
Prince
of
Baden
.
He
is
summoned
back
to
Innspruck
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
he
asked
significantly
.
"
Sir
,
we
are
well
informed
in
Trent
as
to
the
Emperor
's
wishes
,
"
said
the
secretary
,
with
a
great
deal
of
dignity
.
"
No
,
no
,
my
friend
,
"
said
Wogan
.
"
It
is
not
by
the
Emperor
the
Prince
of
Baden
is
summoned
,
though
I
have
no
doubt
the
summons
is
much
to
his
taste
.
"
The
secretary
stepped
back
in
surprise
.
"
By
her
Highness
the
Princess
?
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
She
changes
her
mind
;
she
is
willing
where
before
she
was
obdurate
.
To
tell
you
the
truth
,
the
Prince
plied
her
too
hard
,
and
she
would
have
none
of
him
.
Now
that
he
turns
his
back
and
puts
the
miles
as
fast
as
he
can
between
himself
and
her
,
she
cannot
sleep
for
want
of
him
.
"
The
secretary
nodded
his
head
sagaciously
.
"
Her
Highness
is
a
woman
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
that
explains
all
.
But
it
will
do
her
no
harm
to
