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"I think I may promise indeed that each will have a step in rank, and I do not doubt that when the Holy Father hears what you have said to me, I shall have three other patents like to this;" and he locked Wogan's away in a drawer. "And what of the King in Spain?" asked Wogan. "I sent a messenger thither on the night of your coming," said the Cardinal; "but it is a long journey into Spain.
"As soon as I obtained the King's permission," replied Wogan, "I hurried to Innspruck. There I saw Chateaudoux, the chamberlain of the Princess's mother. Here is a letter he dropped in the cathedral for me to pick up." He drew the letter from his fob and handed it to Gaydon. Gaydon read it and handed it to Misset.
The slender figure of the other, clad all in black but for the blue ribbon of the Garter across his breast, brought Wogan to his knee. Wogan held out the Pope's procuration to the Chevalier, who took it and devoutly kissed the signature. Then he gave his hand to Wogan with a smile of friendliness. "You have outsped your time by two days, Mr. Wogan.
"Think of the inconvenience of your position when you are discovered to-morrow. Think of the angry uncle! O'Toole has thought of him and so keeps out of his way. Here's a nice world, where hulking, shapeless giants like O'Toole hide themselves from angry uncles behind a dwarf-girl's petticoats. Bah! We will go back and kick O'Toole." Wogan rose to his feet.
I have often changed my mind. I take some pride in it on occasion." Her Highness inclined to a greater graciousness. "I am glad to know it. You shall give me examples. One may have a stiff neck and yet no cause for pride." Wogan looked so woe-begone under this reproof that Clementina suddenly broke out into a laugh, and so showed herself in a fresh and more familiar mood.
The next year Spain had five Irish regiments in her regular army, three of foot and two of dragoons, under the command of Lacy, Lawless, Wogan, O'Reilly, and O'Gara. But it was in France that the Irish served in the greatest number, and made the most impressive history for themselves and their descendants.
Wogan, for his part, saw the glowing original of the picture at Bologna, but armed at all points with hostility. "Your business," said she, curtly. Wogan no less curtly replied that he had a wish to escort Mlle. de Caprara to Bologna. He spoke as though he was suggesting a walk on the Campagna. "And why should I travel to Bologna?" she asked. Wogan explained.
"Yes," said Wogan, with a wary eye upon his Eminence. "Why is the King in Spain?" "There is pressing business in Spain, an expedition from Cadiz. The King's presence there was urged most earnestly. He had no hope you would succeed. I myself have some share in the blame. I did not hide from you my thought, Mr. Wogan." Wogan was not all reassured.
During that second Wogan drew his hunting knife from his belt and drove it with a terrible strength into the man's chest.
The chain linked your hand-locks, Mr. Wogan. It was your own escape of which you told me. Why did you ascribe your exploits to your King?" "Your Highness," he said, "we know the King, we who have served him day in and day out for years. We can say freely to each other, 'The King's achievements, they are to come. We were in Scotland with him, and we know they will not fail to come.
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