In the best room of the inn where Vincente and his tired companions sought a few hours’ rest there sat alone, and in thought, a woman of middle age. Somewhat stout1, she yet had that air which arouses the attention without being worthy2 of the name of beauty. This lady had doubtless swayed men’s hearts by a word or a glance, for she still carried herself with assurance, and a hundred little details of her dress would have told another woman that she still desired to please. She wore a white mantilla.
The hour of the siesta3 was over, and after the great heat of the day a cool air was swinging down on the bosom4 of the river to the parched5 lowlands. It stirred the leaves of a climbing heliotrope6 which encircled the open windows, and wafted7 into the ill-furnished room a scent8 of stable-yard and dust.
The lady, sitting with her chin resting in the palm of her small white hand, seemed to have lately roused herself from sleep, and now had the expectant air of one who awaits a carriage and is about to set out on a long journey. Her eyes were dark and tired-looking, and their expression was not that of a good woman. A sensual man is usually weak, but women are different; and this face, with its faded complexion9 and tired eyes, this woman of the majestic10 presence and beautiful hands, was both strong and sensual. This, in a word, was a Queen who never forgot that she was a woman. As it was said of the Princess Christina, so it has been spoken of the Queen, that many had killed themselves for hopeless love of her. For this was the most dangerous of the world’s creatures—a royal coquette. Such would our own Queen Bess have been had not God, for the good of England, given her a plain face and an ungainly form. For surely the devil is in it when a woman can command both love and men. Queen Christina, since the death of a husband who was years older than herself (and, as some say, before that historic event), had played a woman’s game with that skill which men only half recognise, and had played it with the additional incentive11 that behind her insatiable vanity lay the heavier stake of a crown.
She was not the first to turn the strong current of man’s passion to her own deliberate gain—nay, ninety-nine out of a hundred women do it. But the majority only play for a suburban12 villa13 and a few hundred pounds a year; Queen Christina of Spain handled her cards for a throne and the continuance of an ill-starred dynasty.
As she sat in the hotel chamber14 in Ciudad Real—that forlornest of royal cities—her face wore the pettish15 look of one who, having passed through great events, having tasted of great passions and moved amid the machinery16 of life and death, finds the ordinary routine of existence intolerably irksome. Many faces wear such a look in this country; every second beautiful face in London has it. And these women—heaven help them—find the morning hours dull, because every afternoon has not its great event and every evening the excitement of a social function.
The Queen was travelling incognita, and that fact alone robbed her progress of a sense of excitement. She had to do without the shout of the multitude—the passing admiration17 of the man in the street. She knew that she was yet many hours removed from Madrid, where she had admirers, and the next best possession—enemies. Ciudad Real was intolerably dull and provincial18. A servant knocked at the door.
‘Ah!’ exclaimed the Queen, the light returning to her eyes, a faint colour flushing her cheek. ‘In five minutes I will receive him.’
And there is no need to say how the Queen spent those minutes.
‘Your Majesty,’ said the General, bending over her hand, which he touched with his lips, ‘I have news of the greatest importance.’
The suggestion of a scornful smile flickered21 for a moment in the royal eyes. It was surely news enough for any man that she was a woman—beautiful still—possessing still that intangible and fatal gift of pleasing. The woman slowly faded from her eyes as they rested on the great soldier’s face, and the Queen it was who, with a gracious gesture, bade him be seated. But the General remained standing22. He alone perhaps of all the men who had to deal with her—of all those military puppets with whom she played her royal game—had never crossed that vague boundary which many had overstepped to their own inevitable23 undoing24.
‘It concerns your Majesty’s life,’ said Vincente bluntly, and calm in the certainty of his own theory that good blood, whether it flow in the veins25 of man or woman, assuredly carries a high courage.
‘Ah!’ said the Queen Regent, whose humour still inclined towards those affairs which interested her before the affairs of State. ‘But with men such as you about me, my dear General, what need I fear?’
‘Treachery, Madame,’ he answered, with his sudden smile and a bow. ‘Treachery.’
She frowned. When a Queen stoops to dalliance a subject must not be too practical.
‘Ah! What is it that concerns my life? Another plot?’ she inquired shortly.
‘Another plot, but one of greater importance than those that exist in the republican cafés of every town in your Majesty’s kingdom. This is a widespread conspiracy26, and I fear that many powerful persons are concerned in it; but that, your Majesty, is not my department nor concern.’
‘What is your concern, General?’ she asked, looking at him over her fan.
‘To save your Majesty’s life to-night.’
‘To-night!’ she echoed, her coquetry gone.
‘To-night.’
‘But how and where?’
‘Assassination, Madame, in Toledo. You are three hours late in your journey. But all Toledo will be astir awaiting you, though it be till dawn.’
The Queen Regent closed her fan slowly. She was, as the rapid events of her reign27 and regency have proved, one of those women who rise to the occasion.
‘Then one must act at once,’ she said.
The General bowed.
‘What have you done?’ she asked.
‘I have sent to Madrid for a regiment28 that I know; they are as my own children. I have killed so many of them that the remainder love me. I have travelled from Toledo to meet your Majesty on the road, or here.’
‘And what means have you of preventing this thing?’
‘I have brought the means with me, Madame.’
‘Troops?’ asked the Queen doubtfully, knowing where the canker-worm lay hidden.
‘A woman and a priest, Madame.’
‘And—’
‘And I propose that your Majesty journey to Madrid in my carriage, attended only by my orderlies, by way of Aranjuez. You will be safe in Madrid, where the Queen will require her mother’s care.’
‘Yes. And the remainder of your plan?’
‘I will travel back to Toledo in your Majesty’s carriage with the woman and the priest and your bodyguard—just as your Majesty is in the habit of travelling. Toledo wants a fight; nothing else will satisfy them. They shall have it—before dawn. The very best I have to offer them.’
And General Vincente gave a queer, cheery little laugh, as if he were arranging a practical joke.
‘But the fight will be round my carriage—’
‘Possibly. I would rather that it took place in the Calle de la Ciudad, or around the Casa del Ayuntamiento, where your Majesty is expected to sleep to-night.’
‘And these persons—this woman who risks her life to save mine—who is she?’
‘My daughter,’ answered the General gravely.
‘She is here—in the hotel now?’
The General bowed.
‘I have heard that she is beautiful,’ said the Queen, with a quick glance towards her companion. ‘How is it that you have never brought her to Court, you who come so seldom yourself?’
Vincente made no reply.
‘However, bring her to me now.’
‘She has travelled far, Madame, and is not prepared for presentation to her Queen.’
‘This is no time for formalities. She is about to run a great risk for my sake, a greater risk than I could ever ask her to run. Present her as one woman to another, General.’
But General Vincente bowed gravely and made no reply. The colour slowly rose to the Queen Regent’s face—a dull red. She opened her fan, closed it again, and sat with furtive30 downcast eyes. Suddenly she looked up and met his gaze.
‘You refuse,’ she said, with an insolent31 air of indifference32. ‘You think that I am unworthy to—meet your daughter.’
‘I think only of the exigency33 of the moment,’ was his reply. ‘Every minute we lose is a gain to our enemies. If our trick is discovered Aranjuez will be no safer for your Majesty than is Toledo. You must be safely in Madrid before it is discovered in Toledo that you have taken the other route, and that the person they have mistaken for you is in reality my daughter.’
‘But she may be killed,’ exclaimed the Queen.
‘We may all be killed, Madame,’ he replied lightly. ‘I beg that you will start at once in my carriage with your chaplain and the holy lady who is doubtless travelling with you.’
The Queen glanced sharply at him. It was known that although her own life was anything but exemplary, she loved to associate with women who, under the cloak of religion and an austere34 virtue35, intrigued36 with all parties and condoned37 the Queen’s offences.
‘I cannot understand you,’ she said, with that sudden lapse38 into familiarity which had led to the undoing of more than one ambitious courtier. ‘You seem to worship the crown and despise the head it rests on.’
‘So long as I serve your Majesty faithfully—’
‘But you have no right to despise me,’ she interrupted passionately39.
‘If I despised you, should I be here now—should I be doing you this service?’
‘I do not know. I tell you I do not understand you.’
And the Queen looked hard at the man who, for this very reason, interested one who had all her life dealt and intrigued with men of obvious motive40 and unblushing ambition.
So strong is a ruling passion that even in sight of death (for the Queen Regent knew that Spain was full of her enemies and rendered callous41 to bloodshed by a long war) vanity was alert in this woman’s breast. Even while General Vincente, that unrivalled strategist, detailed42 his plans, she kept harking back to the question that puzzled her, and but half listened to his instructions.
Those desirous of travelling without attracting attention in Spain are wise to time their arrival and departure for the afternoon. At this time, while the sun is yet hot, all shutters43 are closed, and the business of life, the haggling44 in the market-place, the bustle45 of the barrack yard, the leisurely46 labour of the fields, are suspended. It was about four o’clock—indeed, the city clocks were striking that hour—when the two carriages in the inn yard at Ciudad Real were made ready for the road. Father Concha, who never took an active part in passing incidents while his old friend and comrade was near, sat in a shady corner of the patio47 and smoked a cigarette. An affable ostler had in vain endeavoured to engage him in conversation. Two small children had begged of him, and now he was left in meditative48 solitude49.
‘In a short three minutes,’ said the ostler, ‘and the Excellencies can then depart. In which direction, reverendo, if one may ask?’
‘One may always ask, my friend,’ replied the priest. ‘Indeed, the holy books are of opinion that it cannot be overdone50. That chin strap51 is too tight.’
‘Ah, I see the reverendo knows a horse.’
‘And an ass,’ added Concha.
At this moment the General emerged from the shadow of the staircase, which was open and of stone. He was followed by Estella, as it would appear, and they hurried across the sunlighted patio, the girl carrying her fan to screen her face.
‘Are you rested, my child?’ asked Concha at the carriage door.
The lady lowered the fan for a moment and met his eyes. A quick look of surprise flashed across Concha’s face and he half bowed. Then he repeated his question in a louder voice:
‘Are you rested, my child, after our long journey?’
‘Thank you, my father, yes.’
And the ostler watched with open-mouthed interest.
The other carriage had been drawn52 up to that side of the courtyard where the open stairway was, and here also the bustle of departure and a hurrying female form, anxious to gain the shade of the vehicle, were discernible. It was all done so quickly, with such a military completeness of detail, that the carriages had passed through the great doorway53 and the troopers—merely a general’s escort—had clattered54 after them before the few onlookers55 had fully29 realised that these were surely travellers of some note.
The ostler hurried to the street to watch them go.
‘They are going to the north,’ he said to himself, as he saw the carriages turn in the direction of the river and the ancient Puerta de Toledo. ‘They go to the north—and assuredly the General has come to conduct her to Toledo.’
Strange to say, although it was the hour of rest, many shutters in the narrow street were open, and more than one peeping face was turned towards the departing carriages.
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