voice and has no notion of time -- and I ran to my window-place
to see what was the matter. And there,
standing in the full
moonlight in the
courtyard, I perceived Good, adorned with an
enormous
ostrichfeather head-dress and a flowing
silken cloak,
which it is the right thing to wear upon these occasions, and
shouting out the
abominable song which he and the old gentleman
had evolved, to a jerky, jingling
accompaniment. From the direction
of the quarters of the maids of honour came a
succession of faint
sniggerings; but the apartments of Sorais herself -- whom I devoutly
pitied if she happened to be there -- were silent as the grave.
There was
absolutely no end to that awful song, with its eternal
'I will kiss thee!' and at last neither I nor Sir Henry, whom
I had summoned to enjoy the sight, could stand it any longer;
so, remembering the dear old story, I put my head to the window
opening, and shouted, 'For Heaven's sake, Good, don't go on talking
about it, but kiss her and let's all go to sleep!' That choked
him off, and we had no more serenading.
Then whole thing formed a laughable
incident in a
tragic business.
How deeply
thankful we ought to be that even the most serious
matters have generally a silver
lining about them in the shape
of a joke, if only people could see it. The sense of humour
is a very
valuable possession in life, and ought to be cultivated
in the Board schools -- especially in Scotland.
Well, the more Sir Henry held off the more Sorais came on, as
is not
uncommon in such cases, till at last things got very queer
indeed. Evidently she was, by some strange perversity of mind,
quite blinded to the true state of the case; and I, for one,
greatly dreaded the moment of her
awakening. Sorais was a dangerous
woman to be mixed up with, either with or without one's consent.
At last the evil moment came, as I saw it must come. One fine
day, Good having gone out hawking, Sir Henry and I were sitting
quietly talking over the situation, especially with reference
to Sorais, when a Court
messenger arrived with a written note,
which we with some difficulty deciphered, and which was to the
effect that 'the Queen Sorais commanded the attendance of the
Lord Incubu in her private apartments, whither he would be conducted
by the bearer'.
'Oh my word!' groaned Sir Henry. 'Can't you go instead, old fellow?'
'Not if I know it,' I said with
vigour. 'I had rather face a
wounded
elephant with a shot-gun. Take care of your own business,
my boy. If you will be so
fascinating you must take the consequences.
I would not be in your place for an empire.'
'You
remind me of when I was going to be flogged at school and
the other boys came to
console me,' he said
gloomily. 'What
right has this Queen to command my attendance, I should like
to know? I won't go.'
'But you must; you are one of her officers and bound to obey
her, and she knows it. And after all it will soon be over.'
'That's just what they used to say,' he said again. 'I only
hope she won't put a knife into me. I believe that she is quite
capable of it.' And off he started very faintheartedly,
and no wonder.
I sat and waited, and at the end of about forty-five minutes
he returned, looking a good deal worse than when he went.
'Give me something to drink,' he said hoarsely.
I got him a cup of wine, and asked what was the matter.
'What is the matter? Why if ever there was trouble there's trouble
now. You know when I left you? Well, I was shown straight into
Sorais' private
chamber, and a wonderful place it is; and there
she sat, quite alone, upon a
silken couch at the end of the room,
playing
gently upon that zither of hers. I stood before her,
and for a while she took no notice of me, but kept on playing
and singing a little, and very sweet music it was. At last she
looked up and smiled.
'"So thou art come," she said. "I thought
perchance thou hadst
gone about the Queen Nyleptha's business. Thou art ever on her
business, and I doubt not a good servant and a true."
'To this I merely bowed, and said I was there to receive the
Queen's word.
'"Ah yes, I would talk with thee, but be thou seated. It wearies
me to look so high," and she made room for me beside her on the
couch, placing herself with her back against the end, so as to
have a view of my face.
'"It is not meet," I said, "that I should make myself equal with
the Queen."
'"I said be seated," was her answer, so I sat down, and she began
to look at me with those dark eyes of hers. There she sat like
an incarnate spirit of beauty, hardly talking at all, and when
she did, very low, but all the while looking at me. There was
a white flower in her black hair, and I tried to keep my eyes
on it and count the petals, but it was of no use. At last, whether
it was her gaze, or the
perfume in her hair, or what I do not
know, but I almost felt as though I was being mesmerized. At
last she roused herself.
'"Incubu," she said, "lovest thou power?"
'I replied that I
supposed all men loved power of one sort or another.
'"Thou shalt have it," she said. "Lovest thou
wealth?"
'I said I liked
wealth for what it brought.
'"Thou shalt have it," she said. "And lovest thou beauty?"
'To this I replied that I was very fond of statuary and architecture,
or something silly of that sort, at which she frowned, and there
was a pause. By this time my nerves were on such a stretch that
I was shaking like a leaf. I knew that something awful was going
to happen, but she held me under a kind of spell, and I could
not help myself.
'"Incubu," she said at length, "wouldst thou be a king? Listen,
wouldst thou be a king? Behold, stranger, I am
minded to make
thee king of all Zu-Vendis, ay and husband of Sorais of the Night.
Nay, peace and hear me. To no man among my people had I thus
opened out my secret heart, but thou art an outlander and therefore
I speak without shame,
knowing all I have to offer and how hard
it had been thee to ask. See, a crown lies at thy feet, my lord
Incubu, and with that fortune a woman whom some have wished to
woo. Now mayst thou answer, oh my chosen, and soft shall thy
words fall upon mine ears."
'"Oh Sorais," I said, "I pray thee speak not thus" -- you see
I had not time to pick and choose my words -- "for this thing
cannot be. I am bethrothed to thy sister Nyleptha, oh Sorais,
and I love her and her alone."
'Next moment it struck me that I had said an awful thing, and
I looked up to see the results. When I spoke, Sorais' face was
hidden in her hands, and as my words reached her she slowly raised
it, and I
shrank back dismayed. It was ashy white, and her eyes
were
flaming. She rose to her feet and seemed to be choking,
but the awful thing was that she was so quiet about it all.
Once she looked at a side table, on which lay a
dagger, and from
it to me, as though she thought of killing me; but she did not
take it up. At last she spoke one word, and one only --
'"Go!"
'And I went, and glad enough I was to get out of it, and here
I am. Give me another cup of wine, there's a good fellow,
and tell me, what is to be done?'
I shook my head, for the affair was indeed serious. As one of the
poets says,
'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned',
more especially if the woman is a queen and a Sorais, and indeed
I feared the very worst, including
imminent danger to ourselves.
'Nyleptha had better be told of this at once,' I said, 'and perhaps
I had better tell her; she might receive your
account with suspicion.'
'Who is captain of her guard tonight?' I went on.
'Good.'
'Very well then, there will be no chance of her being got at.
Don't look surprised. I don't think that her sister would stick
at that. I suppose one must tell Good of what has happened.'
'Oh, I don't know,' said Sir Henry. 'It would hurt his feelings,
poor fellow! You see, he takes a
lively personal interest in Sorais.'
'That's true; and after all, perhaps there is no need to tell him.
He will find out the truth soon enough. Now, you mark my words,
Sorais will throw in her lot with Nasta, who is sulking up in
the North there, and there will be such a war as has not been
known in Zu-Vendis for centuries. Look there!' and I pointed
to two Court
messengers, who were speeding away from the door
of Sorais' private apartments. 'Now follow me,' and I ran up
a
stairway into an
outlook tower that rose from the roof of our
quarters,
taking the spyglass with me, and looked out over the
palace wall. The first thing we saw was one of the
messengers
speeding towards the Temple,
bearing, without any doubt, the
Queen's word to the High Priest Agon, but for the other I searched
in vain. Presently, however, I spied a
horseman riding furiously
through the northern gate of the city, and in him I recognized
the other
messenger.
'Ah!' I said, 'Sorais is a woman of spirit. She is
acting at
once, and will strike quick and hard. You have
insulted her,
my boy, and the blood will flow in rivers before the stain is
washed away, and yours with it, if she can get hold of you.
Well, I'm off to Nyleptha. Just you stop where you are, old
fellow, and try to get your nerves straight again. You'll need
them all, I can tell you, unless I have observed human nature
in the rough for fifty years for nothing.' And off I went accordingly.
I gained
audience of the Queen without trouble. She was expecting
Curtis, and was not best pleased to see my mahogany-coloured
face instead.
'Is there aught wrong with my Lord, Macumazahn, that he waits
not upon me? Say, is he sick?'
I said that he was well enough, and then, without further ado,
I plunged into my story and told it from
beginning to end. Oh,
what a rage she flew into! It was a sight to see her, she looked
so lovely.
'How darest thou come to me with such a tale?' she cried. 'It
is a lie to say that my Lord was making love to Sorais, my sister.'
'Pardon me, oh Queen,' I answered, 'I said that Sorais was making
love to thy lord.'
'Spin me no spiders' webs of words. Is not the thing the same
thing? The one giveth, the other taketh; but the gift passes,
and what matters it which is the most
guilty? Sorais! oh, I
hate her -- Sorais is a queen and my sister. She had not stooped
so low had he not shown the way. Oh, truly hath the poet said
that man is like a snake, whom to touch is
poison, and whom none
can hold.'
'The remark, oh Queen, is excellent, but
methinks thou hast misread
the poet. Nyleptha,' I went on, 'thou knowest well that thy
words are empty
foolishness, and that this is no time for folly.'
'How darest thou?' she broke in, stamping her foot. 'Hast my
false lord sent thee to me to
insult me also? Who art thou,
stranger, that thou shouldst speak to me, the Queen, after this
sort? How darest thou?'
'Yea, I dare. Listen. The moments which thou dost waste in
idle anger may well cost thee thy crown and all of us our lives.
Already Sorais' horsemen go forth and call to arms. In thee
days' time Nasta will rouse himself in his fastnesses like a
lion in the evening, and his growling will be heard throughout
the North. The "Lady of the Night" (Sorais) hath a sweet voice,
and she will not sing in vain. Her
banner will be borne from
range to range and
valley to
valley, and warriors will spring
up in its track like dust beneath a
whirlwind; half the army
will echo her war-cry; and in every town and
hamlet of this wide
land the
priests will call out against the
foreigner and will
preach her cause as holy. I have
spoken, oh Queen!'
Nyleptha was quite calm now; her
jealous anger had passed; and
putting off the
character of a lovely headstrong lady, with a
rapidity and completeness that
distinguished her, she put on