第4章 MEDIEVAL ROMANCE(2)
CHAPTER III.
THE PLOT THICKENS.
Few months drifted by.All men published the praises of the young Conrad's government and extolled the wisdom of his judgments,the mercifulness of his sentences,and the modesty with which he bore himself in his great office.The old Duke soon gave everything into his hands,and sat apart and listened with proud satisfaction while his heir delivered the decrees of the crown from the seat of the premier.
It seemed plain that one so loved and praised and honored of all men as Conrad was,could not be otherwise than happy.But strange enough,he was not.For he saw with dismay that the Princess Constance had begun to love him!The love of,the rest of the world was happy fortune for him,but this was freighted with danger!And he saw,moreover,that the delighted Duke had discovered his daughter's passion likewise,and was already dreaming of a marriage.Every day somewhat of the deep sadness that had been in the princess'face faded away;every day hope and animation beamed brighter from her eye;and by and by even vagrant smiles visited the face that had been so troubled.
Conrad was appalled.He bitterly cursed himself for having yielded to the instinct that had made him seek the companionship of one of his own sex when he was new and a stranger in the palace--when he was sorrowful and yearned for a sympathy such as only women can give or feel.He now began to avoid,his cousin.But this only made matters worse,for,naturally enough,the more he avoided her,the more she cast herself in his way.He marveled at this at first;and next it startled him.The girl haunted him;she hunted him;she happened upon him at all times and in all places,in the night as well as in the day.She seemed singularly anxious.There was surely a mystery somewhere.
This could not go on forever.All the world was talking about it.The Duke was beginning to look perplexed.Poor Conrad was becoming a very ghost through dread and dire distress.One day as he was emerging from a private ante-room attached to the picture gallery,Constance confronted him,and seizing both his hands,in hers,exclaimed:
"Oh,why,do you avoid me?What have I done--what have I said,to lose your kind opinion of me--for,surely I had it once?Conrad,do not despise me,but pity a tortured heart?I cannot--cannot hold the words unspoken longer,lest they kill me--I LOVE you,CONRAD!There,despise me if you must,but they would be uttered!"
Conrad was speechless.Constance hesitated a moment,and then,misinterpreting his silence,a wild gladness flamed in her eyes,and she flung her arms about his neck and said:
"You relent!you relent!You can love me--you will love me!Oh,say you will,my own,my worshipped Conrad!'"
"Conrad groaned aloud.A sickly pallor overspread his countenance,and he trembled like an aspen.Presently,in desperation,he thrust the poor girl from him,and cried:
You know not what you ask!It is forever and ever impossible!"And then he fled like a criminal and left the princess stupefied with amazement.
A minute afterward she was crying and sobbing there,and Conrad was crying and sobbing in his chamber.Both were in despair.Both save ruin staring them in the face.
By and by Constance rose slowly to her feet and moved away,saying:
"To think that he was despising my love at the very moment that I thought it was melting his cruel heart!I hate him!He spurned me--did this man--he spurned me from him like a dog!"
CHAPTER IV
THE AWFUL REVELATION.
Time passed on.A settled sadness rested once more upon the countenance of the good Duke's daughter.She and Conrad were seen together no more now.The Duke grieved at this.But as the weeks wore away,Conrad's color came back to his cheeks and his old-time vivacity to his eye,and he administered the government with a clear and steadily ripening wisdom.
Presently a strange whisper began to be heard about the palace.It grew louder;it spread farther.The gossips of the city got hold-of it.It swept the dukedom.And this is what the whisper said:
"The Lady Constance hath given birth to a child!"
When the lord of Klugenstein heard it,he swung his plumed helmet thrice around his head and shouted:
"Long live.Duke Conrad!--for lo,his crown is sure,from this day forward!Detzin has done his errand well,and the good scoundrel shall be rewarded!"
And he spread,the tidings far and wide,and for eight-and-forty hours no soul in all the barony but did dance and sing,carouse and illuminate,to celebrate the great event,and all at proud and happy old Klugenstein's expense.