Majesty Part 17
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The boy looked at her with his serious little crimson face:
"Yes, mamma," he a.s.sented, gently.
"What happened?"
Berengar's lips began to tremble.
"It was that beastly sentry ..." he began.
"What about the sentry?"
"He ... he didn't present arms to me!"
"Didn't the sentry present arms to you? Why not?"
"I don't know!" cried Berengar, indignantly.
"But surely he always does?"
"Yes, but this time he did not. He did the first time when we pa.s.sed, but not the second time.... We were playing touch and, when we ran past him the second time, he didn't present arms!"
Othomar began to scream with laughter.
"There's nothing to laugh at!" cried Berengar, angrily. "And I shall tell papa and then you shall see."
"But, Berengar," said the empress, "did you expect the man to present arms to you every time you ran past him while you were playing touch?"
Berengar reflected:
"He might at least have done it the second time. If it had been three, or four, or five times, I could have understood.... But only the second time!... What can the boys have thought of me?"
"Listen, Berengar," said the empress, "whatever happens, it is not at all proper for you to call people names, whoever they may be, nor to make such a noise in the park, right behind the palace. An emperor's son never calls names, not even to a sentry. So now you must go straight to that sentry and tell him you are sorry you lost your temper so."
"Mamma!" cried the child, in consternation.
The empress' face was inflexible:
"I insist, Berengar."
The boy looked at her with the greatest astonishment:
"But am I to say that ... to the sentry, mamma?"
"Yes."
Evidently Berengar at this moment failed to understand the order of the universe; he suspected for an instant that the revolution had broken out:
"But, mamma, I can't do that!"
"You must, Berengar, and at once."
"But, mamma, will papa approve of it?"
"Certainly, Berengar," said Othomar. "Whatever mamma tells you to do papa of course approves of."
The boy looked up at Othomar helplessly; his little face grew long, his st.u.r.dy little fists quivered. Then he burst into a fit of desperate sobbing.
"Come, Berengar, go," the empress repeated.
The child was still more dismayed by her severity: that was how he always saw her stare at the crowd, but not at her children. And he threw himself with the small width of his helpless little arms into her skirts, embraced her and sobbed, with great, gulping sobs:
"I can't do it, mamma, I can't do it!"
"You must, Berengar...."
"And ... and ... and I _shan't_, I _shan't!_" the boy screamed, in a sudden fury, stamping his foot.
The empress did nothing but look at him, very long, very long. Her reproachful glance crushed the boy. He sobbed aloud and seemed to forget that his little friends outside would be sure to hear his highness sobbing. He saw that there was nothing to be done, that he must do it.
He must! His imperial highness Berengar Marquis of Thracyna, knight of St. Ladislas, must say he was sorry to a sentry and one moreover who denied him, his highness, his rights.
His medieval little childish soul was all upset by it. He understood nothing more. He only saw that he must do as he was told, because his mother looked at him with such a sad expression:
"Othomar!" he sobbed, in his despair. "Othomar! Will ... you ... go with me ... then? But how am I to do it, how am I to do it?"
Othomar smiled to him compa.s.sionately and held out his hand to him. The empress nodded to the princes to go.
"How am I to do it? O G.o.d, how am I to do it?" she still heard Berengar's voice sobbing desperately in the lobby.
Elizabeth had turned deadly pale. As soon as she was alone, she sank into a chair, with her head flung back. Helene of Thesbia entered at this moment:
"Madam!" cried the young countess. "What is it?"
The empress put out her hand; Helene felt that it was icy cold.
"Nothing, Helene," she replied. "But Berengar frightened me so terribly.
I thought ... I thought they were murdering him!"
And in an hysterical fit of spasmodic sobbing she threw herself into the countess' arms.
4
That night, before Othomar left with his equerries to dine at the French amba.s.sador's, he drew Dutri aside:
"I see, prince, that her excellency the d.u.c.h.ess confides in you fully,"
he said, in curt tones. "I do not doubt that her confidence is well placed. But I a.s.sure you of this: if it should ever appear that it was misplaced, I shall never--now or at any later period--forget it...."
Majesty Part 17
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