Majesty Part 36
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"Yes, you're always so good to me," continued the little prince in his sing-song. "You always give me such nice things. You know, those lovely guns on my last birthday? And that pistol? But mamma's afraid of that!... Are you dying, Othomar? Look, there's blood on your ear.... But when people bleed they die! Are you dying, Othomar? Look, blood on your coat...."
The empress remained sitting straight upright; she glared from Berengar at the bleeding wound of her eldest son....
"Blood, blood, blood!" sang Berengar. "Othomar is dying! Yes, he always gives me so many nice things, does Othomar. I have so many already, many more than all the other children of Liparia put together! And what am I to have now?... Still more?... That nice thing: what is it? I can feel it: it's so heavy; but I can't see it...."
The doctor had come from the anteroom and approached with the poultices.
"I can't see it!... I can't see it!..." the boy sang out, painfully and faintly.
When the doctor applied the poultices, Berengar struggled, began to cry, as though a great sorrow was springing up in his little heart:
"I can't see it!" he sobbed. "I shall never see it!..."
A violent paroxysm succeeded the sobbing: he struck out wildly with his arms, pulled off the poultices, threw the ice off his head, stood up mad-eyed in his bed, flung away the sheets.... Othomar rose, the empress also. The emperor sat in a chair, his face covered with his hands, and sobbed by Princess Thera's side. The doctors approached the bed, endeavoured to calm Berengar, but he struck them: the fever mounted into his little brain in madness.
At this moment Professor Barzia entered: he was not staying in the palace; he had been sent for at his hotel.
"What is your highness doing here?" he said, point-blank, to Othomar.
The crown-prince made no reply.
"Your highness will retire to your own rooms at once," the professor commanded.
"Save my boy!" exclaimed the emperor, broken, sobbing.
"I am saving the crown-prince first, sir: he is killing himself here!"
"Very well, but next save _him!_" shouted Oscar, fiercely.
The other doctors had given orders: a tub was brought in, filled with lukewarm water, regulated by a thermometer.... But Othomar saw no more: he rushed away, driven out by Barzia's stern glances. He rushed along the corridors, through a group of officers and chamberlains, who stood anxiously whispering and made way for him. He plunged into his own room, which was not lighted. In the dark, he thought he was flinging himself upon a couch, but b.u.mped upon the ground. There he remained lying. Then, as though crushed by the darkness, he began to croon, to moan, to sob aloud, with sharp, hysterical cries.
Andro entered; his foot struck against the prince. He lit the gas, tried to lift his master. But Othomar lay heavy as lead; fierce and prolonged, his nervous cries came jolting from his throat. Andro rang, once, twice, three times; he went on ringing for a long time; at last a footman and a chamberlain appeared together, at different doors.
"Call Professor Barzia!" cried Andro to the footman. "Excellency, will you help me lift his highness?" he begged the chamberlain.
But, when the footman turned round, he ran against the professor, who could do nothing for the little prince and had followed the crown-prince. He saw Othomar lying on the floor, moaning, screaming....
"Leave me alone with his highness," he ordered, with a glance around him.
The chamberlain, Andro, the footman obeyed his order.
The professor was a tall old man, heavily-built and strong; he approached the prince and lifted him in his arms, notwithstanding the leaden heaviness of hysteria. Thus he held him, merely with his arms around him, upon the couch and looked deep into his eyes, with hypnotic glances. Suddenly Othomar ceased his cries; his voice was hushed. His head fell feebly upon Barzia's shoulder. The professor continued to hold him in his arms. The prince became calm, like a quieted child, without Barzia's having uttered a word.
"May I request your highness to go to bed?" said the professor, with a gentle voice of command.
He a.s.sisted Othomar to get up and himself lit the light in the bedroom and helped the prince off with his coat.
"What has made your highness' ear bleed?" asked Barzia, whose fingers were soiled with clotted blood.
"A revolver-shot," Othomar began, faintly; his closed and averted eyes told the rest.
The professor said nothing more. As though Othomar were a child, he went on helping him, washed his ear, his neck, his hands, with a mother's gentleness. Then he made him lie down in bed, covered him over, tidying the room like a servant. Then he went and sat by the bed, where Othomar lay staring with strange, wide-open eyes: he took the prince's hand and sat thus for a long time, looking softly down upon him. The light behind, turned down low, threw Barzia's large head into the shadow and just glanced upon his bald cranium, from which a few grey locks hung down his neck. At last he said, gently:
"Your highness wishes to get well, do you not?"
"Yes," said Othomar, in spite of himself.
"How does your highness propose to do so?" asked the professor.
The prince did not answer.
"Doesn't your highness know? Then you must think it over. But you must keep very calm, will you not, very calm...."
And he stroked Othomar's hand with a gentle, regular motion, as though anointing it with balsam.
"For your highness must never again give way to nervous attacks. Your highness must study how to prevent them. I am giving your highness much to think about," continued Barzia, with a smile. "I am doing this because I want to let your highness think of other things than of what you are thinking. I want to clear your brain for you. Are you tired and do you want to go to sleep, or shall I go on talking?"
"Yes, go on," whispered the prince.
"There are days of great grief in store for the Imperial," the doctor resumed, gently. "Your highness must think of those days without permitting yourself to be overcome by the grief of them.... The little prince will probably not recover, highness. Will you think of that ...
and think of your parents, their poor majesties? There are days like these for a nation, or for a single family, in which grief seems to pile itself up. For does not this day, this night seem to mark the end of your race, my prince?... Lie still, lie still, don't move: let me talk on, like a garrulous old man.... Does your highness know that the emperor to-day, for the first time in his whole life, cried, sobbed? His younger son is dying. Between this boy and the father is a first-born son, who is very, very ill.... Is not all this the end?"
"Yet, if G.o.d wills it so," whispered Othomar.
"It is our duty to be resigned," said Barzia. "But does G.o.d will it so?"
"Who can tell?..."
"Ask yourself, but not now, highness: to-morrow, to-morrow.... After the saddest nights ... the mornings come again...."
The professor rose and mixed a powder in a gla.s.s of water:
"Drink this, highness...."
Othomar drank.
"And now lie quiet and close those wide eyes."
"I shall not be able to sleep though...."
"That is not necessary, only close those eyes...."
Barzia stroked them with his hand; the prince kept them closed. His hand again lay in the hand of the professor.
A hush descended upon the room. Outside, in the corridors and galleries, perplexed steps approached at times, from the distance, in futile haste; then they sounded away, far away, in despair. A world of sorrow seemed to fill the palace, there, outside that room, until it held every hall of it with its dark, tenebrous woe. But in this one room nothing stirred. The professor sat still and stared before him, absorbed in thought; the crown-prince had fallen asleep like a child.
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Majesty Part 36
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