Joan of the Sword Hand Part 12
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And the event proved the wisdom of her prophecy. For as soon as he had distinguished the slim figure of the secretary landing from the boat the Sparhawk appeared on the crest of the hill, though for the moment he was still unseen by those below.
"Goodbye! For the present, goodbye, dear Princess," said Johann, with his heart in his voice. "G.o.d knows, I can never thank or repay you. My heart is heavy for that. I am unworthy of all your goodness. It is not as you think----"
He paused for words which might warn without revealing his secret; but the Princess, never long silent, struck in.
"Let there be no talk of parting except for the moment," she said. "Go, you are my knight. Perhaps one day, if you do not forget me, I may be yet far kinder to you!"
And with a most tender kiss and a little sob the Princess sent her lover, more and more downcast and discouraged by reason of her very kindness, upon his way. So much did his obvious depression affect Margaret of Courtland, that after the secretary, with one of the men-at-arms leading the spare horse, had reached the top of the river bank, she suddenly bade the rowers wait a moment before casting loose from the land.
"Your sword! Your sword!" she called aloud, risking any listener in her eagerness; "you have forgotten your sword."
Now it chanced that the Sparhawk had already come up with the little party of travellers. He kissed the hand of Johann Pyrmont, placed him on his beast, and was preparing to mount his steed with a glad heart, when the voice from beneath startled him.
"Do not trouble, I will bring the sword," said the Sparhawk to Johann, with his usual impetuosity, putting the reins into the secretary's hands. And without a moment's hesitation he flung himself down the bank.
The Princess had leaped nimbly ash.o.r.e, and was standing with the sheathed sword in her hand.
When she saw the figure came bounding towards her down the pebbly bank, she gave a little cry, and dropping the scabbard, threw her arms impulsively about the Sparhawk's neck.
"I could not let you go like that--without ever telling you that I loved you--really, I mean," she whispered, while the youth stood petrified with astonishment, without sound or motion. "I will marry none but you--neither Prince Ivan nor another. A woman should not tell a man that, I know, lest he despise her; but a princess may, if the man dare not tell her."
"And what answered you?" asked the secretary of his companion, as they rode together through the night out on their road to Kernsberg.
"Why, I said nothing--speech was not needed," quoth the Dane coolly.
"She kissed you?"
"Well," said the Sparhawk, "I could not help that, could I?"
"But what said you to that?"
"Why, of course, I kissed her back again, as a man ought!" he made answer.
"Poor Princess," mused the secretary; "it is more than I could ever have done for her!" Aloud he said, "But you do not love her--you had not seen her before! Why then did you kiss her?"
For these things are hidden from women.
The Dane shrugged his shoulders in the dark.
"Well, I take what the G.o.ds send," he replied. "She was a pretty girl, and her Princess-s.h.i.+p made no difference in her kissing so far as I could see. I serve you to the death, my Lady d.u.c.h.ess; but if a princess loves me by the way--why, I am ready to indulge her to the limit of her desirings!"
"You are indeed an accommodating youth," sighed the secretary, and forthwith returned to his own melancholy thoughts.
And ever as they rode westward they heard all around them the rustle of corn in the night wind. Stacks of hay shed a sweet scent momently athwart their path, and more than once fruit-laden branches swept across their faces. For they were pa.s.sing through the garden of the Baltic, and its fresh beauty was never fresher than on that September night when these four rode out of Courtland towards the distant blue hills on which was perched Kernsberg, built like an eagle's nest on a crag overfrowning the wealthier plain.
At the first boundaries of the group of little hill princ.i.p.alities the two soldiers were dismissed, suitably rewarded by Johann, to carry the news of safety back to their wayward and impulsive mistress. And thence-forward the Sparhawk and the secretary rode on alone.
At the little chalet among the hills where the d.u.c.h.ess Joan had so suddenly disappeared they found two of her tire-maidens and an aged nurse impatiently awaiting their mistress. To them entered that composite and puzzling youth the ex-architect and secretary of the emba.s.sy of Pla.s.senburg, Johann, Count von Loen. And wonder of wonders, in an hour afterwards Joan of the Sword Hand was riding eagerly towards her capital city with her due retinue, as if she had merely been taking a little summer breathing s.p.a.ce at a country seat.
Her entrance created as little surprise as her exit. For as to her exits and entrances alike the d.u.c.h.ess consulted no man, much less any woman.
Werner von Orseln saluted as impa.s.sively as if he had seen his mistress an hour before, and the acclamations of the guard rang out as cheerfully as ever.
Joan felt her spirits rise to be once more in her own land and among her own folk. Nevertheless, there was a new feeling in her heart as she thought of the day of her marriage, when the long-planned bond of brotherhood-heritage should at last be carried out, and she should indeed become the mistress of that great land into which she had ventured so strangely, and the bride of the Prince--her Prince, the most n.o.ble man on whom her eyes had ever rested.
Then her thoughts flew to the Princess who had delivered her out of peril so deadly, and her soul grew sick and sad within her, not at all lest her adventure should be known. She cared not so much about that now. (Perhaps some day she would even tell him herself when--well, _after_!)
But since she had ridden to Courtland, Joan, all untouched before, had grown suddenly very tender to the smarting of another woman's heart.
"It is in no wise my fault," she told herself, which in a sense was true.
But conscience, being a thing not subject to reason, dealt not a whit the more easily with her on that account.
It was six months afterwards that the Sparhawk, who had been given the command of a troop of good Hohenstein lancers, asked permission to go on a journey.
He had been palpably restless and uneasy ever since his return, and in spite of immediate favour and the prospect of yet further promotion, he could not settle to his work.
"Whither would you go?" asked his mistress.
"To Courtland," he confessed, somewhat reluctantly, looking down at the peaked toe of his tanned leather riding-boot.
"And what takes you to Courtland?" said Joan; "you are in danger there.
Besides, even if you could, would you leave my service and engage with some other?"
"Nay, my lady," he burst out, "that will not I, so long as life lasts.
But--but the truth is"--he hesitated as he spoke--"I cannot get out of my mind the Princess who kissed me in the dark. The like never happened before to any man. I cannot forget her, do what I will. No, nor rest till I have looked upon her face."
"Wait," said Joan. "Only wait till the spring and it is my hap to ride to Courtland for my marriage day. Then I promise you you shall see somewhat of her--the Lord send that it be not more than enough!"
So through many bitter winter days the Sparhawk abode at the castle of Kernsberg, ill content.
CHAPTER XII
JOAN FORSWEARS THE SWORD
It was not in accordance with etiquette that two such n.o.bly born betrothed persons, to be allied for reasons of high State policy, should visit each other openly before the day of marriage; but many letters and presents had at various times come to Kernsberg, all bearing witness to the lover-like eagerness of the Prince of Courtland and of his desire to possess so fair a bride, especially one who was to bring him so coveted a possession as the hill provinces of Kernsberg and Hohenstein.
Amongst other things he had forwarded portraits of himself, drawn with such skill as the artists of the Baltic at that time possessed, of a man in armour, with a countenance of such wooden severity that it might stand (as the d.u.c.h.ess openly declared) just as well for Werner, her chief captain, or any other man of war in full panoply.
"But," said Joan within herself, "what care I for armour black or armour white? Mine eyes have seen--and my heart does not forget."
Then she smiled and for a while forgot the coming inevitable disappointment of the Princess Margaret, which troubled her much at other times.
The winter was unusually long and fierce in the mountains of Kernsberg that year, and even along the Baltic sh.o.r.es the ice packed thicker and the snow lay longer by a full month than usual.
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