The Daughter of an Empress

"Well," impatiently cried the count, "what is the use of repeating all

that, as I know it already?"

"Only because your excellency seems to forget that what I did was not

done for your miserable gold, but for a totally different reward--the

safety of a man whom I love as my own son."

"You have my word--no harm shall come to him."

"I doubt not your excellency's word," firmly and decidedly responded

Cecil, "your word is all-powerful, and when you let your commanding

voice be heard, all Russia trembles and bows before you. But here your

voice resounds only between these walls, and nobody hears it but I

alone. Give me an evidence of your word--a safety-pass, signed by your

own hand, for my master, and then destroy the order for his arrest which

you now hold!"

"Ah, it seems you would prescribe conditions?" said the count, proudly.

"Certainly I will," said Cecil. "I have complied with your conditions,

and now it is your turn, Sir Count, to comply with mine, for you knew

them before!"

A dark glow of anger showed itself in the count's face, and,

passionately starting up, he approached Cecil, raising his arm

threateningly against him.

"Sir Count," said Cecil, stepping back, "you mistake! I am no Russian

serf, I am a free man, and no one has a right so to threaten me!"

The count had already let his arm fall, seeming suddenly to have changed

his mind, and in a more friendly manner he said: "You are right, Cecil, and what you desire shall be done."

Taking a large sealed paper from a drawer in his writing-desk, he handed

it to Cecil.

"That is the order for the arrest; destroy it yourself!" said he.

Taking the paper, Cecil read it with attention. "It is, as you say, the

order for the arrest. It is destroyed!"

With a satisfied smile, he tore the paper into a thousand pieces, and

placed these in his bosom.

The count had stepped to the table and hastily written a few lines upon

another piece of paper. This he handed to Cecil. "I hope you are now

satisfied," said he.

Cecil took the paper and read it.

"This is a safety-pass in due form," said he--"a valid instruction to

all boundary guards and officials to let us pass without molestation.

Your excellency, we are quits. I complied with your wish, as you now

have with mine, and my dear master is saved!"

"It being understood that you start immediately," said the count.

"The post-horses are already ordered, and we shall set out as soon as I

return home. Farewell, therefore, Sir Count; I thank you for enabling me

to save the man whom I most loved. I thank you!"

Cecil was approaching the door, when he suddenly stopped, and his face

took a sad expression. "I have deceived my dear master, in order to save

him," said he, "and in order to redeem the promise I made to his father

on his death-bed, swearing that I would watch over and protect the son

at the risk of my heart's blood. But if the son knew what I have done,

he would call me a betrayer and curse me, for he holds his ward dearer

than his own life! He leaves the princess in the belief that it

is necessary for her safety, and repairs to Russia, to return with

increased wealth. Sir Count, what is to become of Natalie?"