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Updated: May 3, 2025
The people of Dawsbergen had been clamoring long for Dantan's restoration, and Baldos was commissioned to say that his return would be the signal for great rejoicing. He was closeted until after midnight with Dantan and his sister. Lorry and Princess Yetive being called in at the end to hear and approve of the manifesto prepared by the Prince of Dawsbergen.
They were strolling leisurely about the beautiful grounds, safe in the shade of the trees from the heat of the July sun, when Baron Dangloss approached. "Your royal highness," he began, with his fierce smile, "may I beg a moment's audience?" "It has to do with Baldos, I'll take oath," said Beverly, with conviction. "Yes, with your guard. Yesterday he visited the fortress.
Baldos and Beverly were alone in their own little world. "I think I liked you better when you wore the red feather and that horrid patch of black," she said musingly. "And was a heart-free vagabond," he added, something imploring in his voice. "An independent courtier, if you please, sir," she said severely. "Do you want me to go back to the hills?
A tall man in the uniform of an exalted army officer stood beside her, gold braid and bejeweled things across his breast. Beverly turned deathly white, her figure stiffened and then relaxed. It was Baldos! She never knew how she dropped into the chair the servant held for her. She only knew that his dark eyes were smiling at her with love and mischief in their depths.
"Ask if Baron Dangloss is in Ganlook, and, if he is, command them to take me to him immediately," she whispered to Baldos, a sudden inspiration seizing her. She would lay the whole matter before the great chief of police, and trust to fortune. Her hand fell impulsively upon his and, to her amazement, it was as cold as ice. "What is the matter?" she cried in alarm.
Hours later Beverly was running, confused and humbled, through the halls to her room, when a swifter one than she came up and checked her flight. "Beverly," cried an eager voice. She slackened her pace and glanced over her shoulder. The smiling, triumphant face of Baldos met her gaze. The upper hall was almost clear of people. She was strangely frightened, distressingly diffident.
Put up your sword until another day if that day ever comes to you." "He will have you shot for this, Baldos," cried Beverly in her terror. Baldos laughed bitterly. "Tied and blindfolded, too, your highness, to prove that he is a brave man and not a coward. It was short but it was sweet. Would that you had let the play go on.
"Never!" he blurted out hoarsely. "I will do anything the princess commands me to do," said Baldos easily. "You mean that you serve her only?" "I serve her first, sir. If she were here she could command me to die, and there would be an end to Baldos," and he smiled as he said it. The real princess looked at him with a new, eager expression, as if something had just become clear to her.
He was drawing the net with his own hands, he was spying with his own eyes. For a full minute it seemed to her that her heart would stop beating. How long had he been standing there? What had he seen or heard? Involuntarily she peered over the rail for a glimpse of Baldos. He had gone out into the darkness, missing the men at the lamp-post either by choice or through pure good fortune.
The post light fell directly upon his face. It was somber, despondent, strained. He wore the air of a prisoner. Her heart went out to him like a flash. The debonair knight of the black patch was no more; in his place there stood a sullen slave to discipline. "Baldos!" she called softly, her voice penetrating the dripping air with the clearness of a bell.
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