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The brigands had no desire to court a useless death, and they could afford to wait. At dawn Ellerey ascended to the roof of the tower and found Anton pacing its narrow limits to keep the warmth in his limbs. "Nothing happened, Anton?" "Nothing, Captain." "You have helped your mistress into a desperate strait. How could you hope for anything else but failure?" "The Princess has told you, Captain?"
The question was asked in such a manner as to make the King laugh. "No, but by my faith, your interference may have jeopardized the lady's happiness. Is she to have no voice in the matter?" "I fear she is somewhat fascinated by Captain Ellerey," said the Queen with a smile, "but such a thing as marriage is not to be thought of. Think of it. Frina Mavrodin and a Captain of Horse!
"Well, lad, when you alone are in their hands, the rest of us will have said his last prayer, or growled his last oath, whichever pleases him best at the hour of departure." "The question is not so easily settled, Stefan," Grigosie said. "Send Anton to the gate, Captain, while we discuss it." Ellerey laughed at the lad's strange mood as he entered the tower with him.
"It will hold for a time," said Ellerey, "but we must see what can be done to interrupt their attentions as much as possible. A shot or two from the chamber above might help them to become quieter. Come, Stefan, and let us see what we can do."
"Yes," Frina answered, and Dumitru went to pursue his way through the city, calling men to arm and prepare, little dreaming what thoughts troubled the beautiful woman he had left. The frail little hopes she had found consolation in vanished at Dumitru's words. Desmond Ellerey loved Maritza. Dumitru had said it, and had he not had ample opportunity of judging?
"It is very likely. I have looked death in the face before, and so has Stefan there. When we look into his eyes for the last time I warrant we shall not change color." "Except with the heat of our final struggle," said Stefan from the doorway. "Your comrades have gone. You two stand alone," said Grigosie. "With you and Anton," said Stefan. "And we wish for no better companions," added Ellerey.
"Wait a day or two, comrade, and you'll be crying a different tale," said Stefan, "although, for that matter, the food will doubtless last our time. Had we, in our small circle here, half a dozen taverns filled from cellar floor to garret ceiling, those fellows yonder would give us little chance of visiting them. Keep watch here, Anton; I'll go to the gate." "We'll rest, Grigosie," said Ellerey.
It has nothing to do with Sturatzberg, but with England." Ellerey was silent. Could Lord Cloverton have repeated his story? "May I know the nature of the crime is it? which is imputed to me?" "It is no crime, Captain Ellerey rather a romance. I should have repudiated the idea of a crime in connection with you." "Countess, that is the kindest thing you have ever said to me."
"Oh, to be at his side then!" she exclaimed in a low voice. "What would I not give to share that death with him?" But Ellerey was not yet in the King's hands, that seemed certain. She felt convinced that some time before the dawn she would see him; that he would enter the house to stand by Maritza's side to the last. Had she not power to save him then?
The days passed and no message came from the Queen, neither did he see nor hear anything of De Froilette. The Frenchman was not at Court, and Ellerey did not meet him in the streets of Sturatzberg. He did not go to visit him in the Altstrasse; it had been agreed that he should not do so. After consideration Ellerey had taken Stefan into his confidence.
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