Victor Victorious
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*CHAPTER XX*
Herr Bjornston, the eminent Swedish sculptor, to this day blames himselfmightily for what happened; so do Woolgast, the Chief of Police, PrinceZeula, Mr. Neville, and others, whereas the only person to blame ismyself, and I don't blame myself over-much. Perhaps I was negligent,since I had been warned; it may have been conceit on my part not to takeprecautions, but, as I have already stated, I knew of no one who bore mea grudge with reason.
On this occasion I had, as was my habit, gone alone to the settlement topass an hour before settling down to a bout of work with Zeula. I didnot know then that, every time I did this, my dear old servant Bauenkept me under surveillance. He always shadowed me from the Palace tothe settlement, watched where I entered and waited patiently until Ireappeared; so often had he done this that he knew I never stayed morethan fifteen minutes in any studio. It is to this knowledge of his thatI owe my life.
It was a glorious evening, and I wandered down to the house in whichHerr Bjornston had his studio. How wonderful it is that everything seemsmapped out in life; I remember hesitating on the door-step, undecidedwhether to go in there or to some other studio. I was in two mindswhether I should not go to a young Englishman's place to order a smallpicture which I wanted to give away, but I decided that the morrow woulddo for that, as the artist might be out; I therefore rapped atBjornston's door.
It was flung open, and I stepped in. The door was closed behind me. Iwas in what was perhaps the finest studio in the place, a reallymagnificent room, but it was empty save for the man who had admitted meand myself.
"Is not Herr Bjornston in, then?" I asked.
"I expect him every minute, your Majesty. He had a message which calledhim away an hour ago; he told me that he would return at half-pastnine."
I looked at my watch, it was already past the quarter.
"You think he will return then?"
"Undoubtedly, your Majesty; Herr Bjornston is never late."
"Then I will wait."
There was a wooden chair placed near a table upon which was a lamp andvarious sketch-books, so I sat down and commenced to turn some pages atrandom. I had not given any particular attention to the man who hadadmitted me, but glancing at him casually I noticed that his eyes werecovered or rather veiled by a green shade; he was a bearded, thick-setfellow. He advanced towards me with a portfolio in his hands.
"Perhaps your Majesty might be interested in these sketches?"
"Thank you," I said, smiling. "You suffer with your eyes?"
"Nothing serious, your Majesty, a trifle weak, that is all."
"I have not seen you before, have I?"
"I only came here last week, your Majesty."
"You assist Herr Bjornston perhaps?"
"He was kind enough to give me employment when one of his regular menfell sick."
"Oh, indeed, you are not a student then?"
"I was once, your Majesty; but fortune deserted me, and I became throughnecessity a labourer."
"That is sad, perhaps your luck may improve in the future."
"I hope so, your Majesty."
"What made you come to Karena?"
"I had heard of your Majesty's generosity to all artists, and thoughtthat there might be work for me. I always like to be at work in somestudio."
"Have you any of your own efforts with you?"
"Unfortunately, no, your Majesty."
"Well, we must see what you can do; there is always room for talenthere."
"I thank your Majesty most sincerely."
I opened the portfolio, and the man withdrew. The sketches were ofabsorbing interest, most of them being the slight personal things anartist sometimes values more than his finished pictures. All were good;evidently Herr Bjornston had spent a great many years getting themtogether, as some of them were dated ten or twelve years previously.Most of them bore signatures famous throughout the world. I was sointerested that I forgot all about the time, and it was only when I hadlooked at the last sketch, that I remembered, and pulled out mywatch--good heavens, it was a quarter to ten! I closed the portfolio,and sat back in the chair to push it away from the table. Herr Bjornstonwas very late in spite of his man's assurances; still, it did notmatter, I had had a pleasant visit, and there was nothing of importancethat I wished to say to him.
Something seemed to be entwining my feet. I bent forward to see what itwas, and immediately was pulled violently back into the chair. Mysurprise was so great that for a moment I could do nothing, and thatmoment was the finishing touch to my undoing, for the noose which hadbeen slipped over my shoulders was pulled tight and fresh coils maderound me; then I felt my feet being drawn together and realised that Iwas helpless.
I turned my head round and glared at my assailant, but the sight of hiseyes--which he had now uncovered--caused Carruthers' warning to recur tome, and I understood without any further assault that I was in a devilof a fix.
"Untie these ropes at once."
"Your Majesty is pleased to jest."
"You will find it no jesting matter."
"You speak of the future; perhaps your Majesty will have a clearervision to appreciate this position."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't quite know, never having been to the place to which yourMajesty is going."
"Don't be foolish, my man; untie this rope and I will be lenient withyou."
He drew up another chair in front of me and sat gazing into my eyes. Ireturned stare for stare, but I will confess to feeling very muchafraid. The situation was so very unpleasant. What a fool I had beennot to take precautions, I should have known that all of Ivan's breedwere dangerous. I was flabbergasted, I did not know what to say to thefellow, what argument can one use to a madman? More important still washow to get away, how to be rescued, for it was quite impossible for meto loosen the ropes that bound me. I could call for help, but no onewould hear me. Still, there was always a chance that some one would; soI let out a yell that ought to have awakened the settlement.
Unfortunately it did not; and the only good I got from it was a gag,which effectively put an end to my making sufficient noise to attractattention. Luck was against me, for only a few minutes after the gaghad been applied some one rapped at the door. I tried hard to make somekind of appeal for assistance, but it was futile, and I had to sit thereand listen to the knocking. Presently the person, whoever it was, gaveup, and with a sinking heart I heard the sound of his footsteps dyingaway.
The man still sat facing me, with a beastly smile on his lips; no doubthe was overjoyed to see my struggles. Presently, however, he began tospeak in a low voice hardly above a whisper; and somehow that added tothe horror of my position.
"I am glad I stopped your mouth in time; it would have hurt me to havefinished everything before you have realised things more fully. And ifmy time had been cut short by any interruption from outside, yourMajesty would naturally never have known all that I intend telling you,all those details which will make your journey to Paradise so pleasant.
"Have you any preference as to where I should begin? Perhaps you wouldlike to know who I am. Well, that is soon told; I am the son of the manyou had murdered, you did not know that Ivan the King had a son, didyou? He had, perhaps more than one, for he was rather given topromiscuous love affairs; but only one need worry you--I shall be quitesufficient.
"I know how my father died, Prince Alexis told me; I know he was alwaysa liar, but he told the truth about this. When I heard, I swore thatyou should pay for it. Since then your debt has been mounting up, for Iwas left destitute, and think how long that was ago, and imagine mymisery all those years, having to do any manual labour that I couldobtain, in order to keep from starving. You have to pay for all that.
"The most difficult thing I ever had to do was to keep my face fromportraying my delight when you walked in so sweetly this evening. Ihave been trying to get near you for years, and at last luck has beenkind to me; nothing could have worked out
so well if it had beenplanned. To begin with, that old fool Bjornston is out for the night,out of Karena even, and the other two assistants are after theirlady-loves. It is hardly likely that the two fair Karenians will allowthem to return, or at any rate until our little business is over."
He stood up and moved away behind my chair, so that I could not see whathe was doing; but I heard him moving about. Then he came back again, inhis hands a rope, and at the end of the rope a heavy mass of stone.
"Do you see this, your Majesty, can you guess what it is for?"
I looked at it, then at him, and raising my eyebrows turned my headaside, then quickly back again. God! how lucky that he was examiningthe knot in the rope, for had he been looking at me he must have noticedmy nervous start, a movement that I could not control, for I could havesworn that I had seen a face at the window. I shook my head from sideto side, and caught another glimpse of the window, but there was no facethere, and my spirits, which had gone bounding up, dropped like a stone.So, then, there was really no hope for me, there was no way out, and Iwas doomed to die just when life was at its fullest, just when thegreatest of all my hopes was to be fulfilled. I turned sick withdespair at the thought of the effect my disappearance would have upon mywife. The man was talking again:
"It will serve a good purpose, and keep you down nicely."
His cursed calmness caused the most beastly twinges of an unpleasantnature, which I can only call fear, I do not think there is anything tobe ashamed of in confessing it. I was young and did not wish to die,and yet I must give no sign which would add to his delight, he must notperceive that I was frightened. I had strained at the rope which heldme until I found that all my efforts seemed to make it tighter, and so Igave up and sat still to wait for death.
"I hope you have confessed yourself lately. Personally, I do not believein a God; but your Majesty has the reputation of being devout. Perhapsyou have some little message you would like to leave; if that is thecase you must give me your promise not to call out, and I will removethe gag; is it to be so?"
I nodded, there might be a chance if I could talk. I could at least tryto bribe him, try to ransom myself. If he were not too mad, there mightbe a chance. His fingers were busy and a moment later I was free totalk.
He looked at his watch. By this time Prince Zeula must be awaiting me.I wondered what he would do--and Mr. Neville? They would never give upthe search for me, my body would doubtless be discovered, but what goodwould that do me? None whatever.
"You will observe, your Majesty, that I have given you ample time tomake your peace with your God. Would it please you to give me anymessage to deliver? I assure you that I will be a faithful messenger."
"You are determined then to murder me?"
"A rough word, surely your Majesty means execute."
"I give you my word that your father died a natural death."
"He naturally died, you mean."
"I mean what I said."
"Then, for the first time in my life, I call a King a liar to his face;it is quite an amusing sensation."
"I am not a liar; but no matter, now listen to me. You are going tomurder me----"
"Execute."
"Execute, then, if you will. What I wish to know is--how will itbenefit you, will you be any the less destitute? No! whereas if youallow me to ransom myself----"
"Ransom yourself? Well, I should have to dictate the terms."
"Of course, what are they?"
"The remaining years of your life." He laughed. "Now I think that isenough; what message do you wish to send?"
"A hundred thousand pounds would make you very comfortable for the restof your life."
"But not as comfortable as your death."
"Two hundred thousand and no questions asked, with absolute freedom."
"No terms except the ones I mentioned. Come now, the message for theQueen; it is for her, eh? Not that it is much good, because you will beable to give it to her yourself in a little while."
"What do you mean?"
"Softly, softly! That was very like a shout, and remember you gave yourword; my kind thought of sending your wife to you seems to have upsetyou somewhat."
"You cursed devil!"
This was the final stroke, and I strained like a madman at my bonds. Myhead was turned away with the effort, and the window again came withinmy range of vision; but this time I closed my eyes, so that he could notread the hope which must have been in them. I could have shouted withthe terrible exertion I had to make to avoid giving any sign, for thewindow, which before had been closed, was now wide open, and my oldBauen creeping through it. To this day, I cannot imagine how he hadmanaged to open the window without betraying his presence. Anotherstruggle, and through my half-opened eyes I saw Bauen come creepingslowly up behind. I realised that I must make as much noise as I couldto hide any sound he might make, as he had only a knife, and the otherhis revolver.
"I will give you one minute more," I heard him say, and he began tocount.
Ten--twenty--thirty--at ninety I toppled the chair over sideways, comingdown with a crash, and losing sight of him. There was the sound of aterrific struggle on the other side of the table; the revolver barkedthree times, I felt a stinging in my leg and heard curses, the sound ofblows, and moans. Then there was silence.
"Bauen, Bauen," I called.
"Your Majesty?" came the answer, to my joy.
"Are you hurt, Bauen, can you come and cut me free?"
"No, your Majesty, I cann----" There was a little sigh and then silenceagain.
A loud, insistent knocking at the door now drew my attention, and Iraised my voice:
"Break down the door."
I lay quiet after that, and presently round the table crawled Bauen. Hedragged his leg painfully, and his face was covered with blood; but hekept on until he reached my side, when he put his lips to my hand androlled over motionless.
There was a tremendous crash, another, and the door flew open. For amoment those outside hesitated to enter, but when I called to them tocut me loose they swarmed in. Very carefully they lifted Bauen, andplaced him on a settee in a corner of the studio.
The moment that I was free I gave orders for a surgeon to be sent for,also I gave orders that no one was to leave the settlement, for I didnot wish any false rumour to reach the Palace.
The surgeon came almost before I could turn to see how Bauen was. A fewminutes sufficed to allay my anxiety; his wounds were serious but notdangerous, and under the skilful treatment he received he recoveredsufficiently to recognise me, and seeing me safe would, I knew, go along way towards effecting his speedy recovery.
Ivan's son was dead, Bauen's knife had reached his heart. I cannotbring myself to feel the least pity for the man, he must have been badto the core. His crime would have been carried out to a successfulconclusion, had he not overlooked or forgotten one small incident. Abarge had been moored up against the house to unload a big block ofmarble, otherwise Bauen could never have reached the window. As it was,upon obtaining no reply to his knocking, he had run along the bank ofthe canal and swum across to the barge, from where he could look intothe room. Upon seeing my predicament, for a moment he had intended toraise the alarm, but, fearing that by doing so he might cause my instantdeath, he had resolved instead to try and rescue me himself,single-handed. His great fear had been that some noise would betrayhim; luckily for both of us it didn't, and he sprang, just as the man'sfinger was about to pull the trigger.
As soon as the surgeon had made Bauen comfortable, I got him to look atmy own leg, and found that the ball had gone through the calf, a cleanflesh wound which would heal without trouble. It had been a randomshot, for the table-cloth had prevented my being seen, but it shows theterrible hatred that the man had borne me, for him to have wasted a shoton the off-chance of causing my death, and only a moment before Bauen'sknife had done its work.
Directly I was bandaged, leaning on the arm of a student, I hobbled intothe Palace gardens
. I shall never forget the enthusiasm of thecrowd--of every nationality--who had gathered in the settlement, toevince their joy at my escape; it was very nice to have the affection ofall those good fellows. Luckily, I met Woolgast coming to seek me,Zeula having thought it necessary; into his hands I put the affair, butfirst I sent him back to the Palace to warn Zeula and others not to makea fuss when I appeared. I did not wish even the faintest hint of alarmto reach Irma's ears. This done, I fainted. It was perhapsunnecessary, but the strain of the evening had been great enough to trythe nerves of a bull; I had also lost a quantity of blood.
And so it ended; the last adventure of a career which had not been anempty one. That is up to the present, for it only happened within theyear in which I am writing. I think Bauen was the most honoured man inmy realm for some time; before a stranger came to overthrow him, alittle fellow with a lusty voice, and as Bauen never spoke much thenew-comer naturally won. I may say that there were other reasons aswell, one of which was that, God being willing, he would one day ruleover Rudarlia.
Carruthers came to Karena for his christening; and I can remember thatupon that occasion, when we all were dining together--my mother, Mr.Neville, Prince Zeula, all those whom I love--Carruthers proposed atoast:
"Victor II., the finest King Rudarlia ever had, Her Majesty Queen Irma,the finest Queen, and--er--I forget his name, but that jolly baby, thefinest baby in the world."
Then Irma said quietly:
"And Bauen, who saved them all."
Now, as this was a private dinner, there was a great deal of fun at thequiet way Irma had accepted Carruthers' compliments, only Zeula and Mr.Neville refusing to be consoled, because they had not been included asthe finest Prime Minister and the finest Tutor.
That I should remember this incident is in no way strange, for it wasonly to-day that it happened.
Now I am seated in my study, I have said good night to every one, exceptWoolgast, who, as usual, is on duty. Presently I shall summon him andtell him to get to his bed; it is our regular custom, every night. Isay a few words to him, and then dismiss him with:
"Well, good night, General."
And he always gives the same reply:
"Good night, God bless your Majesty!"
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