Joan of the Sword Hand Part 5
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"I would that I were down beside him with a sword in my hand also!" said the young architect, Master Johann Pyrmont, secretary of the emba.s.sage of Pla.s.senburg.
"'Tis well you are where you are, madcap, sitting by an old man's side, instead of fighting by that of a young one," growled Dessauer. "Else then, indeed, the bent would be on fire."
But at this moment the Princess Margaret, sister of the reigning Prince, rose in her place and threw down the truncheon, which in such cases stops the combat.
"The black knights have won," so she gave her verdict, "but there is no need to humiliate or injure a knight who has fought so well against so many. Let the white knight come hither--though he be of the losing side.
His is the reward of highest honour. Give him a steed, that he may come and receive the meed of bravest in the tourney!"
The knights of the black were manifestly a little disappointed that after their victory one of their opponents should be selected for honour. But there was no appeal from the decision of the Queen of Love and Beauty. For that day she reigned alone, without council or diet imperial.
The black riders had therefore to be contented with their general victory, which, indeed, was indisputable enough.
The white knight came near and said something in a low voice, unheard by the general crowd, to the Princess.
"I insist," she said aloud; "you must unhelm, that all may see the face of him who has won the prize."
Whereat the knight bowed and undid his helmet. A closely-cropped fair-haired head was revealed, the features clearly chiselled and yet of a grave and ma.s.sive beauty, the head of a marble emperor.
"My brother--you!" cried Margaret of Courtland in astonishment.
The voice of the Princess had also something of disappointment in it.
Clearly she had wished for some other to receive the honour, and the event did not please her. But it was otherwise with the populace.
"The young Prince! The young Prince!" cried the people, surging impetuously about the barriers. "Glory to the n.o.ble house of Courtland and to the brave Prince."
The Amba.s.sador looked curiously at his secretary. That youth was standing with eyes brilliant as those of a man in fever. His face had paled even under its dusky tan. His lips quivered. He straightened himself up as brave and generous men do when they see a deed of bravery done by another, or like a woman who sees the man she loves publicly honoured.
"The Prince!" said Johann Pyrmont, in a voice hoa.r.s.e and broken; "it is the Prince himself."
And on his high seat the State's Councillor, Leopold von Dessauer, smiled well pleased.
"This turns out better than I had expected," he muttered. "G.o.d Himself favours the drunkard and the madcap. Only wise men suffer for their sins--aye, and often for those of other people as well."
CHAPTER VI
AN AMBa.s.sADOR'S AMBa.s.sADOR
After the tourney of the Black Eagle, Leopold von Dessauer had gone to bed early, feeling younger and lighter than he had done for years. Part of his scheme for these northern provinces of his fatherland consisted in gradual subst.i.tution of a few strong states for many weak ones. For this reason he smiled when he saw the eyes of his secretary s.h.i.+ning like stars.
It would yet more have rejoiced him had he known how uneasy lay that handsome head on its pillow. Aye, even in pain it would have pleasured him. For Von Dessauer was lying awake and thinking of the strange chances which help or mar the lives of men and women, when a sudden sense of shock, a numbness spreading upwards through his limbs, the rising of rheum to his eyes, and a humming in his ears, announced the approach of one of those attacks to which he had been subject ever since he had been wounded in a duel some years before--a duel in which his present Prince and his late master, Karl the Miller's Son, had both been engaged.
The Amba.s.sador called for Jorian in a feeble voice. That light-sleeping soldier immediately answered him. He had stretched himself out, wrapped in a blanket for all covering, on the floor of the antechamber in Dessauer's lodging. In a moment, therefore, he presented himself at the door completely dressed. A shake and a half-checked yawn completed his inexpensive toilet, for Jorian prided himself on not being what he called "a pretty-pretty captainet."
"Your Excellency needs me?" he said, standing at the salute as if it had been the morning guard changing at the palace gate.
"Give me my case of medicine," said the old man; "that in the bag of rough Silesian leather. So! I feel my old attack coming upon me. It will be three days before I can stir. Yet must these papers be put in the hands of the Prince early this morning. Ah, there is my little Johann; I was thinking about her--him, I mean. Well, he shall have his chance.
This foul easterly wind may yet blow us all good!"
He made a wry face as a twinge of pain caught him. It pa.s.sed and he resumed.
"Go, Jorian," he said, "tap light upon his chamber door. If he chance to be in the deep sleep of youth and health--not yet distempered by thought and love, by old age and the eating of many suppers--rap louder, for I must see him forthwith. There is much to set in order ere at nine o'clock he must adjourn to the summer palace to meet the Prince."
So in a trice Jorian was gone and at the door of the architect-secretary, he of the brown skin and Greekish profile.
Johann Pyrmont was, it appeared, neither in bed nor yet asleep. Instead, he had been standing at the window watching the brighter stars swim up one by one out of the east. The thoughts of the young man were happy thoughts. At last he was in the capital city of the Princes of Courtland. His many days' journey had not been in vain. Almost in the first moment he had seen the n.o.ble youthful Prince and his sister, and he was prepared to like them both. Life held more than the preparation of plans and the ordering of bricklayers at their tasks. There was in it, strangely enough, a young man with closely cropped head whom Johann had seen storm through the ranks of the fighting-men that day, and afterwards receive the guerdon of the bravest.
Though what difference these things made to an architect of Hamburg town it was difficult (on the face of things) to perceive. Nevertheless, he stood and watched the east. It was five of a clear autumnal morning, and a light chill breath blew from the point at which the sun would rise.
A pale moon in her last quarter was tossed high among the stars, as if upborne upon the ebbing tide of night. Translucent greyness filled the wide plain of Courtland, and in the scattered farms all about the lights, which signified early horse-tending and the milking of kine, were already beginning to outrival the waning stars. Orion, with his guardian four set wide about him, tingled against the face of the east, and the electric lamp of Sirius burnt blue above the horizon. The lightness and the hope of breathing morn, the scent of fields half reaped, the cool salt wind from off the sea, filled the channels of the youth's life. It was good to be alive, thought Johann Pyrmont, architect of Hamburg, or otherwise.
Jorian rapped low, with more reverence than is common from captains to secretaries of legations. The young man was leaning out of the window and did not hear. The ex-man-at-arms rapped louder. At the sound Johann Pyrmont clapped his hand to the hip where his sword should have been.
"Who is there?" he asked, turning about with keen alertness, and in a voice which seemed at once sweeter and more commanding than even the most imperious master-builder would naturally use to his underlings.
"I--Jorian! His Excellency is taken suddenly ill and bade me come for you."
Immediately the secretary opened the door, and in a few seconds stood at the old man's bedside.
Here they talked low to each other, the young man with his hand laid tenderly on the forehead of his elder. Only their last words concern us at present.
"This will serve to begin my business and to finish yours. Thereafter the sooner you return to Kernsberg the better. Remember the moon cannot long be lost out of the sky without causing remark."
The young man received the Amba.s.sador's papers and went out. Dessauer took a composing draught and lay back with a sigh.
"It is humbling," he said to Jorian, "that to compose young wits you must do it through the heart, but in the case of the old through the stomach."
"'Tis a strange draught _he_ hath gotten," said the soldier, indicating the door by which the secretary had gone forth. "If I be not mistaken, much water shall flow under bridge ere his sickness be cured."
As soon as he had reached his own chamber Johann laid the papers upon the table without glancing at them. He went again to the window and looked across the city. During his brief absence the stars had thinned out. Even the moon was now no brighter than so much grey ash. But the east had grown red and burned a glorious arch of cool brightness, with all its cloud edges teased loosely into fretted wisps and flakes of changeful fire. The wind began to blow more largely and statedly before the coming of the sun. Johann drew a long breath and opened wide both halves of the cas.e.m.e.nt.
"To-day I shall see the Prince!" he said.
It was exactly nine of the clock when he set out for the palace. He was attired in the plain black dress of a secretary, with only the narrowest corded edge and collar of rough-scrolled gold. The slimness of his waist was filled in so well that he looked no more than a well-grown, clean-limbed stripling of twenty. A plain sword in a scabbard of black leather was belted to his side, and he carried his papers in his hand sealed with seals and wrapped carefully about with silken ties. Yet, for all this simplicity, the eyes of Johann Pyrmont were so full of light, and his beauty of face so surprising, that all turned to look after him as he went by with a free carriage and a swing to his gait.
Even the market girls ran together to gaze after the young stranger.
Maids of higher degree called sharply to each other and crowded the balconies to look down upon him. But through the busy morning tumult of the streets Johann Pyrmont walked serene and unconscious. Was not he going to the summer palace to see the Prince?
At the great door of the outer pavilion he intimated his desire to the officer in charge of the guard.
"Which Prince?" said the officer curtly.
"Why," answered the secretary, with a glad heart, "there is but one--he who won the prize yesterday at the tilting!"
"G.o.d's truth!--And you say true!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the guardsman, starting.
"But who are you who dares blurt out on the steps of the palace of Courtland that which ordinary men--aye, even good soldiers--durst scarcely think in their own hearts?"
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