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Updated: May 29, 2025
The tavern was, surely, fast becoming overcrowded, for no one came out. But there was much room in the Toison d'Or, and the chamber in which Ellerey had waited for the token was thrown open to-night. It was crowded with men eager to listen to the horsemen who had ridden into Sturatzberg that day.
"They get heaped together very rapidly sometimes," was the reply. "How long shall we stay here?" "Only until we have seen Vasilici and delivered our message." "And then back to Sturatzberg with our demands backed by an army of patriots," said Grigosie. "And for the success of the scheme how do you reckon the chances?" "If I expected failure I should not be here."
She was conversant with their secret signs, their aims, and their means, and knew by sight most of their influential members. A single word from her would have sent many a man to prison who walked the streets freely. Perhaps, in all Sturatzberg, there was only one person who gave her credit for such knowledge, and who was content to be guided in some measure by her advice.
"You are welcome to fight this country's battles, welcome to get killed in them, but you must not participate in any rewards. If Sturatzberg could do without us, how many foreigners would wake tomorrow in the city, think you?" "All Europe has talked of such a rebellion, but it does not come," said Ellerey. "It will," was the answer, "and if you are strong enough you may take the reward."
"You Northmen, in spite of your many virtues, are slower to understand than we Southerners are. Would you have me pluck the fruit for you as well as show you the tree? Sturatzberg may be in open rebellion before a week is out, and Frina Mavrodin may have to leave it. I will say no more. Even my generosity has a limit." Ellerey could not fail to understand his meaning.
The cafes were full to-night, the laughter sounded genuine enough, and there was little indication of the coming storm of revolution so confidently predicted by De Froilette. Ellerey's mind was busy with the events of the afternoon. For two years he had been in Sturatzberg, ready to seize the opportunity of distinguishing himself whenever it arose. It had not come yet.
"Yes, my lord; Princess Maritza is in Sturatzberg." "Hiding where?" "That I do not know. You will doubtless take means to find out. Command me if I can help you in any way." "I thank you for the information. If you are not mistaken, the wayward child has been very ill advised.
To the good offices of the man who had shown kindness to the Princess, Anton owed his ability to slip past the guards as soon as night had fallen, and he had travelled a long way when he fell in with Ellerey and Baron Petrescu's party at dawn. He told his tale quickly. "Only in Sturatzberg can we help her," Anton declared. "It is useless going forward.
"None, unless those in the hills are with us," replied the Baron decisively. "Here in Sturatzberg we have much enthusiasm, much talk, much jealousy; but I doubt the fighting temper behind it. The Princess has moved too soon." "Is there any chance of her being able to persuade the brigands?"
He is chiefly concerned about his own skin nowadays, and it would not surprise me to hear that business had suddenly called him away from Sturatzberg. Still, I thank him for giving me an idea. I shall see the King." De Froilette went quickly back to the Altstrasse, and it would appear that Captain Ward's estimate of his attitude was near the truth. He sent for Francois at once.
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