The musketry of the attack grew heavier, while that of the defence dwindled9. The assailants now occupied the whole of the outer wall, and at length completely silenced the fire of the surviving adherents10 of the Government. Twenty rifles were discharged at any head that showed; yet they showed a prudent11 respect for these determined12 men, and gave no chances away. Under cover of their fire, and of the courtyard wall, they brought up the field-gun with which the gate had been broken in, and from a range of a hundred yards discharged it at the palace. The shell smashed through the masonry13, and burst in the great hall. Another followed, passing almost completely through the building and exploding in the breakfast-room on the further side. The curtains, carpets, and chairs caught fire and began to burn briskly; it was evident that the defence of the palace was drawing to a close.
Sorrento, who had long schooled himself to look upon all events of war from a purely14 professional standpoint, and who boasted that the military operation he preferred above all others was the organising of a rearguard from a defeated army, felt that nothing further could be done. He approached the President.
Molara stood in the great hall where he had lived and ruled for five years with a bitter look of despair upon his face. The mosaic15 of the pavement was ripped and scored by the iron splinters of the shells; great fragments of the painted roof had fallen to the ground; the crimson16 curtains were smouldering; the broken glass of the windows lay on the floor, and heavy clouds of smoke were curling in from the further side of the palace. The President's figure and expression accorded well with the scene of ruin and destruction.
Sorrento saluted17 with much ceremony. He had only his military code to believe in, and he took firm hold of that. "Owing, Sir," he began officially, "to the rebels having brought a gun into action at close range, it is my duty to inform you that this place has now become untenable. It will be necessary to capture the gun by a charge, and expel the enemy from the courtyard."
The President knew what he meant; they should rush out and die fighting. The agony of the moment was intense; the actual dread18 of death was increased by the sting of unsatisfied revenge; he groaned19 aloud.
Suddenly a loud shout arose from the crowd. They had seen the smoke of the fire and knew that the end was at hand. "Molara, Molara, come out! Dictator," they cried, "come out or burn!"
It often happens that, when men are convinced that they have to die, a desire to bear themselves well and to leave life's stage with dignity conquers all other sensations. Molara remembered that, after all, he had lived famous among men. He had been almost a king. All the eyes of the world would be turned to the scene about to be enacted20; distant countries would know, distant ages would reflect. It was worth while dying bravely, since die he must.
He called his last defenders around him. There were but thirty left, and of these some were wounded. "Gentlemen," he said, "you have been faithful to the end; I will demand no more sacrifices of you. My death may appease21 those wild beasts. I give you back your allegiance, and authorise you to surrender."
"Never!" said Sorrento.
"It is a military order, Sir," answered the President, and walked towards the door. He stepped through the shattered woodwork and out on the broad flight of steps. The courtyard was filled with the crowd. Molara advanced until he had descended22 half way; then he paused. "Here I am," he said. The crowd stared. For a moment he stood there in the bright sunlight. His dark blue uniform-coat, on which the star of Laurania and many orders and decorations of foreign countries glittered, was open, showing his white shirt beneath it. He was bare-headed and drew himself up to his full height. For a while there was silence.
Then from all parts of the courtyard, from the wall that overlooked it and even from the windows of the opposite houses, a ragged23 fusilade broke out. The President's head jerked forward, his legs shot from under him and he fell to the ground, quite limp. The body rolled down two or three steps and lay twitching24 feebly. A man in a dark suit of clothes, and who apparently25 exercised authority over the crowd, advanced towards it. Presently there was a single shot.
At the same moment Savrola and his companion, stepping through the broken gateway26, entered the courtyard. The mob gave passage readily, but in a sullen27 and guilty silence.
"Keep close to me," said Savrola to the Subaltern. He walked straight towards the steps which were not as yet invaded by the rebel soldiery. The officers among the pillars had, with the cessation of the firing, begun to show themselves; someone waved a handkerchief.
"Gentlemen," cried Savrola in a loud voice, "I call upon you to surrender. Your lives shall be spared."
Sorrento stepped forward. "By the orders of His Excellency I surrender the palace and the Government troops who have defended it. I do so on a promise that their lives shall be safe."
"Certainly," said Savrola. "Where is the President?" Sorrento pointed28 to the other side of the steps. Savrola turned and walked towards the spot.
Antonio Molara, sometime President of the Republic of Laurania, lay on the three lowest steps of the entrance of his palace, head downwards29; a few yards away in a ring stood the people he had ruled. A man in a black suit was reloading his revolver; it was Karl Kreutze, the Number One of the Secret Society. The President had bled profusely30 from several bullet-wounds in the body, but it was evident that the coup31 de grace had been administered by a shot in the head. The back and left side of the skull32 behind the ear was blown away, and the force of the explosion, probably at close quarters, had cracked all the bones of the face so that as the skin was whole, it looked like broken china in a sponge bag.
Savrola stopped aghast. He looked at the crowd, and they shrank from his eye; gradually they shuffled33 back, leaving the sombre-clad man alone face to face with the great Democrat34. A profound hush35 overspread the whole mass of men. "Who has committed this murder?" he asked in low hoarse36 tones, fixing his glance on the head of the Secret Society.
"By whose authority?"
"In the name of the Society."
When Savrola had seen the body of his enemy, he was stricken with horror, but at the same time a dreadful joy convulsed his heart; the barrier was now removed. He struggled to repress the feeling, and of the struggle anger was born. Kreutze's words infuriated him. A sense of maddening irritation38 shook his whole system. All this must fall on his name; what would Europe think, what would the world say? Remorse39, shame, pity, and the wicked joy he tried to crush, all fused into reckless ungovernable passion. "Vile40 scum!" he cried, and stepping down he slashed41 the other across the face with his cane42.
The man sprang at his throat on the sudden impulse of intense pain. But Lieutenant Tiro had drawn43 his sword; with a strong arm and a hearty44 good will he met him with all the sweep of a downward cut, and rolled him on the ground.
The spring was released, and the fury of the populace broke out. A loud shout arose. Great as was Savrola's reputation among the Revolutionaries, these men had known other and inferior leaders more intimately. Karl Kreutze was a man of the people. His socialistic writings had been widely read; as the head of the Secret Society he had certain assured influences to support him, and he had conducted the latter part of the attack on the palace. Now he had been destroyed before their eyes by one of the hated officers. The crowd surged forward shouting in savage45 anger.
Savrola sprang backwards46 up the steps. "Citizens, listen to me!" he cried. "You have won a victory; do not disgrace it. Your valour and patriotism47 have triumphed; do not forget that it is for our ancient Constitution that you have fought." He was interrupted by shouts and jeers48.
"What have I done?" he rejoined. "As much as any here. I too have risked my life in the great cause. Is there a man here that has a wound? Let him stand forth49, for we are comrades." And for the first time, with a proud gesture, he lifted his left arm. Tiro perceived the reason of the start he had given when running the gauntlet in Constitution Square. The sleeve of his coat was torn and soaked with blood; the linen50 of his shirt protruded51 crimson; his fingers were stiff and smeared52 all over.
The impression produced was tremendous. The mob, to whom the dramatic always appeals with peculiar53 force, were also swayed by that sympathy which all men feel for those injured in a common danger. A revulsion took place. A cheer, faint, at first, but growing louder, rose; others outside the courtyard, ignorant of the reason, took it up. Savrola continued.
"Our State, freed from tyranny, must start fair and unsullied. Those who have usurped54 undue55 authority, not derived56 from the people, shall be punished, whether they be presidents or citizens. These military officers must come before the judges of the Republic and answer for their actions. A free trial is the right of all Lauranians. Comrades, much has been done, but we have not finished yet. We have exalted57 Liberty; it remains58 to preserve her. These officers shall be lodged59 in prison; for you there is other work. The ships are coming back; it is not yet time to put away the rifles. Who is there will see the matter through,—to the end?"
A man, with a bloodstained bandage round his head, stepped forward. "We are comrades," he cried; "shake hands."
Savrola gripped him. He was one of the subordinate officers in the rebel army, a simple honest man whom Savrola had known slightly for several months. "I entrust60 a high duty to you. Conduct these officers and soldiers to the State Prison; I will send full instructions by a mounted messenger. Where can you find an escort?" There was no lack of volunteers. "To the Prison then, and remember that the faith of the Republic depends on their safety. Forward, Gentlemen," he added, turning to the surviving defenders of the palace; "your lives are safe, upon my honour."
"As you like, Sir, but obey."
The party, Tiro alone remaining with Savrola, moved off, surrounded and followed by many of the crowd. While they did so a dull heavy boom came up from the sea-front; another and another followed in quick succession. The fleet had returned at last.
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prudent
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twitching
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gateway
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backwards
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patriotism
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smeared
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peculiar
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