mber it later as a plain Genoese
gentleman. Sir," he faced about and addressed me again, "am I to
understand that you accept?"
I looked at the Princess. She met my look proudly, with eyes set in
a face pale as death. I could not for the life of me read whether
they forbade me or implored. They seemed to forbid, protest . . .
and yet (the bliss of it!) for one half instant they had also seemed
to implore. Thank God at least they did not scorn!
"Princess," I said, "these men propose to do me an infinite honour--
an honour far above my deserving--and to kill me while my heart yet
beats with the pride of it. Yet say to me now if I must renounce it,
and I will die bearing you no grudge. Take thought, not of me, but
of yourself only, and sign to me if I must renounce."
Still she eyed me, pale and unblinking. Her bosom panted, and for a
moment she half-raised her hand; but dropped it again.
"I think, sir," said I, facing around on the Commandant, I think by
this time the day must be breaking. Will you kindly open the
shutters? Also you would oblige me further--set it down to an
Englishman's whim--by forming up your men outside; and we will have a
soldier's wedding."
"Willingly, cavalier." The Commandant stepped to the shutter and
unbarred it, letting in daylight with the cool morning breeze--a
greenish-grey daylight, falling across the glade without as softly as
ever through cathedral aisles, and a breeze that was wine to the
taste as it breathed through the exhausted air of the cottage--a
sacramental dawn, and somewhere deep in the arcades of the tree-boles
a solitary bird singing!
The Commandant leaned forth and blew his whistle. The bird's song
ceased, and was followed by the tramp of men. My brain worked so
clearly, I could almost count their footsteps. I saw them, across
the Commandant's shoulder, as they filed past the corner of the
window and, having formed into platoon, grounded arms, the butts of
their muskets thudding softly on the turf--a score of men in
blue-and-white uniforms, spick and span in the clear morning light.
I counted them and drew a long breath. "Master priest," said I, and
held out my hand to the Princess, "in your Church, I believe,
matrimony is a sacrament. If you are ready, I am ready."
His loose lip twitched as he stepped forward. . . . When he paused in
his muttering I lifted the Princess's cold hand and drew a seal from
my pocket--a heavy seal with a ring attach
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