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Updated: May 23, 2025
The next day Captain Ellerey, a band of horsemen with him, meets a woodman in the forest toward Breslen, and by him sends me word that my servant is gradually starving behind his cellar door, of which the woodman gives my the key. I go to the Captain's lodging, and there is Francois.
She was married yesterday to a timber-cutter from Breslen way, and he'll tame her fast enough like you might a hungry sparrow in winter time. Good tidings, Monsieur Francois, believe me, though I doubt the taming and pity the woodcutter.
"Can you show us the right one, monsieur?" "Send your troops out by the Southern Gate and bid them march toward Breslen, and let sharp eyes watch the depths of the forest. They may be rewarded by seeing men gathering to a centre there. Find that centre and you shall find Captain Ellerey."
There was a sharp word of command as they passed into the street, and so, escorted by the King's troops, the man and woman who were being searched for in every corner of the city passed out by the Northern Gate and through the Bois, and were presently driving along the Breslen road. Lord Cloverton's arrangements had been very carefully and completely made.
"Do you bring us news of this countryman of yours, my Lord?" said the King, and he spoke somewhat curtly. "Or of Princess Maritza?" said the Queen. "It is very strange that neither of them can be found." "So they have not been found yet?" said the Ambassador. "No, my Lord; but they will be. I have it on good authority, only a moment ago, that they are even now between Breslen and the frontier.
It was market day, and he had elected to go by the Southern Gate at the hour when many would be leaving the city on their homeward journey. He had no desire to be recognized, and he hoped to pass unnoticed in the crowd. Stefan had arranged to have his horse waiting for him at a forester's cottage off the Breslen road, a mile from the city.
The soldier opened it and read it, not without some difficulty, it seemed. "Who gave you this?" "A man, I know no more of him." "Good. Which way lies your home?" "On the road toward Breslen." "Good again. Get you home quickly, and look you, my lad, should any ask what errand you have been on this morning, be a fool and forget.
In Breslen the carriage drove into an inn yard, the escort remaining without, and in the yard another carriage was waiting. The driver was in possession of the papers necessary for the journey, and, unless something unforeseen should happen, nothing could prevent the fugitives reaching the frontier in safety. "Wait until I have gone," said Lord Cloverton, "and then start.
The brigands lay in the mountains near the Drekner pass, in exactly the opposite direction to Breslen, and a wide detour round Sturatzberg would have to be accomplished when the united band set out in earnest upon its expedition. The token was at last in his possession, his comrades awaited him, and Ellerey was anxious to be gone. But he was not the man to fail by being too precipitate.
You will go with me, and for your journey from Breslen I have made further arrangements. You are unlikely to be stopped." "But, my Lord " "You owe no further allegiance to the cause you have striven for. You can depart in all honor. The cause is annihilated." "I know, my Lord, I know; still, I cannot leave Sturatzberg."
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