generality was the plan of execution he had resolved upon.
But to these possibilities he had appended another of which it is now necessary to speak.
Enough has been given to apprise the reader of the things to which the Prince preferably devoted himself. These were international affairs, and transcendently war. If indeed the latter were not the object he had always specially in mind, it was the end to which his management usually conducted. For mere enjoyment in the sight of men facing the death which strangely passed him by, he delighted in hovering on the edge of battle until there was a crisis, and then plunging into its heated heart.
He had also a peculiar method of bringing war about. This consisted in providing for punishments in case his enterprises miscarried. Invariably somebody suffered for such failures. In that way he soothed the pangs of wounded vanity.
When he was inventing the means for executing his plots, and forming the relations essential to them, it was his habit to select instruments of punishment in advance.
Probably no better illustration of this feature of his dealings can be given than is furnished by the affair now engaging him. If he failed to move the Kaliph to lead the reform, he would resort to Constantine; if the Emperor also declined, he would make him pay the penalty; then came the reservation. So soon after his arrival from Cipango as he could inform himself of the political conditions of the world to which he was returning, he fixed upon Mahommed to avenge him upon the offending Greek.
The meeting with Mirza at El Zaribah was a favorable opportunity to begin operating upon the young Turk. The tale the Emir received that night under solemn injunctions of secrecy was really intended for his master. How well it was devised for the end in view the reader will be able to judge from what is now to follow.
The audience with Mahommed determined upon by the Prince of India, our first point of interest is in observing how he set about accomplishing it. His promptness was characteristic.
Directly the ladies had disappeared with the eunuch, the soldiers poured from their hiding-places in the Castle, and seeing one whom he judged an officer, the Prince called to him in Turkish:
“Ho, my friend!”
The man was obliging.
“Present my salutations to the Governor of the Castle, and say the Prince of India desires speech with him.”
The soldier hesitated.
“Understand,” said the Prince, quickly, “my message is not to the great Lord who received me at the landing. But the Governor in fact. Bring him here.”
The confident manner prevailed.
Presently the messenger returned with a burly, middle-aged person in guidance. A green turban above a round face, large black eyes in muffling of fleshy lids, pallid cheeks lost in dense beard, a drab gown lined with yellow fur, a naked cimeter in a silk-embroidered sash, bespoke the Turk; but how unlike the handsome, fateful-looking masquerader at the river side!
“The Prince of India has the honor of speech with the Governor of the Castle?”
“God be praised,” the Governor replied. “I was seeking your Highness. Besides wishing to join in your thanks for happy deliverance from the storm, I thought to discharge my duty as a Moslem host by conducting you to refreshments and repose. Follow me, I pray.”
A few steps on the way, the Governor stopped:
“Was there not a companion—a younger man—a Dervish?”
“A monk,” said the Prince; “and the question reminds me of my attendant, a negro. Send for him—or better, bring them both to me. I wish them to share my apartment.”
In a short time the three were in quarters, if one small room may be so dignified. The walls were cold gray stone; one oblong narrow port-hole admitted scanty light; a rough bench, an immense kettle-drum shaped like the half of an egg-shell, and propped broadside up, some piles of loose straw, each with folded sheepskins on it, constituted the furnishment.
Sergius made no sign of surprise or disappointment. Possibly the chamber and its contents were reproductions of his cell up in Bielo-Osero. Nilo gave himself to study of the drum, reminded, doubtless, of similar warlike devices in Kash-Cush. The Prince alone expostulated. Taking a stand between the Governor and the door, he said:
“A question before thou goest hence.”
The Turk gazed at him silently.
“To what accommodations have the Princess Irené and her attendant been taken? Are they vile as these?”
“The reception room of my harem is the most comfortable the Castle affords,” the Governor answered.
“And they?”
“They are occupying it.”
“Not by courtesy of thine. He who could put the hospitality of the Prince Mahommed to shame by maltreating one of his guests “—
He paused, and grimly surveyed the room.
“Such a servant would be as evil-minded to another guest; and that the other is a woman, would not affect his imbruited soul.”
“The Prince Mahommed!” the Governor exclaimed.
“Yes. What brings him here, matters not; his wish to keep the Romans in ignorance of his near presence, I know as well as thou; none the less, it was his royal word we accepted. As for thee—thou mightest have promised faith and hospitality with thy hand on the Prophet’s beard, yet would I have bidden the Princess trust herself to the tempest sooner.”
Sergius was now standing by, but the conversation, being in Turkish, he listened without understanding.
“Thou ass!” the Prince continued. “Not to know that the kinswoman of the Roman Emperor, under this roof by treaty with the mighty Amurath, his son the negotiator, is our guardian! When the storm shall have spent itself, and the waters quieted down, she will resume her journey. Then—it may be in the morning—she will first ask for us, and then thy master will require to know how we have passed the night. Ah, thou beginnest to see!”
The Governor’s head was drooping; his hands crossed themselves upon his stomach; and when he raised his eyes, they were full of deprecation and entreaty.
“Your Highness—most noble Lord— condescend to hear me.”
“Speak. I am awake to hear the falsehood thou hast invented in excuse of thy perfidy to us, and thy treason to him, the most generous of masters, the most chivalrous of knights.”
“Your Highness has greatly misconceived me. In the first place you have forgotten the crowded state of the Castle. Every room and passage is filled with the suite and escort of “—
He hesitated, and turned pale, like a man dropped suddenly into a great danger. The shrewd guest caught at the broken sentence and finished it:
“Of Prince Mahommed!”
“With the suite and escort,” the Governor repeated…. “In the next place, it was not my intention to leave you unprovided. From my own apartments, light, beds and seats were ordered to be brought here, with meats for
