CHAPTER XXXIX. THE LINCOLN PENNY
And so, at last, King Otto the Ninth reached his Palace, and was hurriedup the stairs to the room where the Council waited. Not at all a royalfigure, but a tired little boy in gray trousers, a short black Etoncoat, and a rolling collar which had once been white.
He gave one glance around the room. "My grandfather!" he said. And fellto crying into his dirty pocket-handkerchief.
The Chancellor eyed grimly from under his shaggy brows the disreputablefigure of his sovereign. Then he went toward him, and put his hand onhis head.
"He was very eager for this rest, Otto,", he said.
Then he knelt, and very solemnly and with infinite tenderness, he kissedthe small, not overclean, hand.
One by one the Council did the same thing.
King Otto straightened his shoulders and put away the handkerchief. Ithad occurred to him that he was a man now and must act a man's part inthe world.
"May I see him?" he asked. "I--didn't see him before."
"Your people are waiting, sire," the Chancellor said gravely. "To aruler, his people must come first."
And so, in the clear light from the room behind him, Otto the Ninthfirst stood before his people. They looked up, and hard eyes grew soft,tense muscles relaxed. They saw the erectness of the small figure,the steadiness of the blue eyes that had fought back their tears, thehonesty and fire and courage of this small boy who was their King.
Let such of the revolutionists as remained scream before the ParliamentHouse. Let the flames burn and the drums beat. The solid citizens, thegreat mass of the people, looked up at the King and cheered mightily.Revolution had that night received its death-blow, at the hands of achild. The mob prepared to go home to bed.
While King Otto stood on the balcony, down below in the crowd anAmerican woman looked up, and suddenly caught her husband by the arm.
"Robert," she said, "Robert, it is Bobby's little friend!"
"Nonsense!" he retorted. "It's rather dramatic, isn't it? Nothing likethis at home! See, they've crowned him already."
But Bobby's mother looked with the clear eyes of most women, and allmothers.
"They have not crowned him," she said, smiling, with tears in her eyes."The absurd little King! They have forgotten to take off his papercrown!"
The dead King lay in state in the royal chapel. Tall candles burned athis head and feet, set in long black standards. His uniform lay at hisfeet, his cap, his sword. The flag of his country was draped across him.He looked very rested.
In a small private chapel near by lay old Adelbert. They could not dohim too much honor. He, too, looked rested, and he, too, was covered bythe flag, and no one would have guessed that a part of him had died longbefore, and lay buried on a battlefield. It was, unfortunately, his olduniform that he wore. They had added his regimental flag to the nationalone, and on it they had set his shabby cap. He, too, might have been aking. There were candles at his head and feet, also; but, also, he hadnow no sword.
Thus it happened that old Adelbert the traitor lay in state in thePalace, and that monks, in long brown robes, knelt and prayed by him.Perhaps he needed their prayers. But perhaps, in the great accounting,things are balanced up, the good against the bad. In that ease, whoknows?
The Palace mourned and the Palace rejoiced. Haeckel had told what heknew and the leaders of the Terrorists were in prison. Some, in highplaces, would be hanged with a silken cord, as was their due. And otherswould be aesthetically disposed of. The way was not yet clear ahead, butthe crisis was passed and safely.
Early in the evening, soon after he had appeared on the balcony, theCourt had sworn fealty to Otto the Ninth. He had stood on the dais inthe throne room, very much washed and brushed by that time, and theceremony had taken place. Such a shout from relieved throats as went up,such a clatter as swords were drawn from scabbards and held upright inthe air.
"Otto!" they cried. And again, "Otto."
The little King had turned quite pale with excitement.
Late in the evening Nikky Larisch went to the Council room. The Councilhad dispersed, and Mettlich sat alone. There were papers all about him,and a glass of milk that had once been hot stood at his elbow. Now andthen, as he worked, he took a sip of it, for more than ever now he mustkeep up his strength.
When Nikky was announced he frowned. Then, very faintly, he smiled. Buthe was stern enough when the young soldier entered. Nikky came to thepoint at once, having saluted. Not, when you think of it, that he shouldhave saluted. Had he not resigned from the service? Was not his sword,in token of that surrender, still on the table and partly covered withdocuments. Still he did. Habit, probably.
"I have come," he said, "to know what I am to do, sir."
"Do?" asked the Chancellor, coldly.
"Whether the Crown--whether the King is safe or not," said Nikky,looking dogged and not at all now like the picture of his mother. "I amguilty of--of all that happened."
The Chancellor had meant to be very hard. But he had come through agreat deal, and besides, he saw something Nikky did not mean him tosee. He was used to reading men. He saw that the boy had come to thebreaking-point.
"Sit down," he said, "and tell me about it."
But Nikky would not sit. He stood, looking straight ahead, and told thestory. He left nothing out, the scene on the roof, his broken promise.
"Although," he added, his only word of extenuation, "God knows I triedto keep it."
Then the message from the Countess Loschek, and his long wait inher boudoir, to return to the thing he had found. As he went on, theChancellor's hand touched a button.
"Bring here at once the Countess Loschek," he said, to the servant whocame. "Take two of the guard, and bring hey."
Then, remembering the work he had to do, he took another sip of milk."These things you have done," he said to Nikky. "And weak and wickedenough they are. But, on the other hand, you found the King."
"Others found him also. Besides, that does not affect my guilt, sir,"said Nikky steadily.
Suddenly the Chancellor got up and, going to Nikky, put both hands onhis shoulders.
Quite to the end now, with the Countess not in her rooms or anywherein the Palace. With the bonfires burned to cold ashes, and the streetsdeserted. With the police making careful search for certain men whosenames Haeckel had given, and tearing frenzied placards from the walls.With Hilda sitting before her dressing-table, holding a silk stocking toher cheek, to see if she would look well in black. With Miss Braithwaitestill lying in her drugged sleep, watched over by the Sisters who hadcared for the dead King, and with Karl, across the mountains, dreamingof a bride who would never be his.
Quite to the end. Only a word or two now, and we may leave the littleKing to fulfil his splendid destiny. Not a quiet life, we may becertain. Perhaps not a very peaceful or untroubled one. But a brave andsteadfast and honorable one, be sure of that.
What should we gain by following Olga Loschek, eating her heart outin England, or the Committee of Ten, cowering in its cells? They hadfailed, as the wicked, sooner or later, must fail. Or Karl, growing fatin a prosperous land, alike greedy for conquest and too indolent forbattle?
To finish the day, then, and close with midnight.
Nikky first, a subdued and rather battered Nikky. He was possessed by adesire, not indeed unknown to lovers, to revisit the place where he andHedwig had met before. The roof--no less. Not even then that he hopedfor himself any more than he had hoped before. But at least it could notbe Karl.
He felt that he could relinquish her more easily since it was not Karl.As if, poor Nikky, it would ever make any difference who it was, so itwere not he!
Strangely enough, Hedwig also had had a fancy to visit the roof. Shecould not sleep. And, as she had not read the Chancellor's mind,her dressing-room, filled to overflowing with her trousseau, set herfrantic.
So she had dismissed her maid and gone through Hubert's rooms to theroof. Nikky found her there. He stood quite still for a moment, beca
useit was much too good to be true. Also, because he began to trembleagain. He had really turned quite shaky that evening, had Nikky.
Hedwig did not turn her head. She knew his steps, had really known hemust come, since she was calling him. Actually calling, with all herdetermined young will. Oh, she was shameless!
But now that he had come, it was Nikky who implored, and Hedwig who heldoff.
"My only thought in all the world," he said. "Can you ever forgive me?"This was tactless. No lover should ever remind his lady that he haswithstood her.
"For what?" said Hedwig coolly.
"For loving you so." This was much better, quite strategic, indeed. Atrench gained!
"Do you really love me? I wonder."
But Nikky was tired of words, and rather afraid of them. They were nothis weapons. He trusted more, as has been said somewhere else, in histwo strong arms.
"Too much ever to let you go," he said. Which means nothing unless wetake it for granted that she was in his arms. And she was, indeed.
The King having been examined and given some digestive tablets by theCourt physicians--a group which, strangely enough, did not includeDoctor Wiederman--had been given a warm bath and put to bed.
There was much formality as to the process now, several gentlemenclinging to their hereditary right to hang around and be nuisancesduring the ceremony. But at last he was left alone with Oskar.
Alone, of course, as much as a king is ever alone, which, what withextra sentries and so on, is not exactly solitary confinement.
"Oskar!" said the King from his pillow.
"Majesty!"
Oskar was gathering the royal garments, which the physicians had orderedburned, in case of germs.
"Did you ever eat American ice-cream?"
"No, Majesty. Not that I recall."
"It is very delicious," observed the King, and settled down in hissheets. He yawned, then sat up suddenly "Oskar!"
"Yes, Majesty."
"There is something in my trousers pocket. I almost forgot it. Pleasebring them here."
Sitting up in bed, and under Oskar's disapproving eye, because he, too,was infected with the germ idea, King Otto the Ninth felt around in hissmall pockets, until at last he had found what he wanted.
"Have I a small box anywhere, a very small box?" he inquired.
"The one in which Your Majesty's seal ring came is here. Also there isone in the study which contained crayons."--"I'll have the ring box,"said His Majesty.
And soon the Lincoln penny rested on a cushion of white velvet, on whichwere the royal arms.
King Otto looked carefully at the penny and then closed the lid.
"Whenever I am disagreeable, Oskar," he said, "or don't care to study,or--or do things that you think my grandfather would not have done, Iwish you'd bring me this box. You'd better keep it near you."
He lay back and yawned again.
"Did you ever hear of Abraham Lincoln, Oskar?" he asked:
"I--I have heard the name, Majesty,", Oskar ventured cautiously.
"My grandfather thought he was a--great man." His voice trailed off."I--should--like--"
The excitements and sorrows of the day left him gently. He stretched hissmall limbs luxuriously, and half turned upon his face. Oskar, who hateddisorder, drew the covering in stiff and geometrical exactness acrosshis small figure, and tiptoed out of the room.
Sometime after midnight the Chancellor passed the guard and came intothe room. There, standing by the bed, he prayed a soldier's prayer,and into it went all his hopes for his country, his grief for his deadcomrade and sovereign, his loyalty to his new King.
King Otto, who was, for all the digestive tablets, not sleeping well,roused and saw him there, and sat upright at once.
"Is it morning?" he asked, blinking.
"No, Majesty. Lie down and sleep again."
"Would you mind sitting down for a little while? That is, if you are notsleepy."
"I am not sleepy," said the Chancellor, and drew up a great chair. "If Istay, will you try to sleep?"
"Do you mind if I talk a little? It may make me drowsy."
"Talk if you like, Majesty," said the old man. King Otto eyed himgravely.
"Would you mind if I got on your knee?" he asked; almost timidly. In allhis life no one had so held him, and yet Bobby, that very evening, hadclimbed on his father's knee as though it was very generally done. "Iwould like to try how it feels."
"Come, then," said the Chancellor.
The King climbed out of bed and up on his lap. His Chancellor reachedover and dragged a blanket from the bed.
"For fear of a cold!" he said, and draped it about the little figure."Now, how is that?"
"It is very comfortable. May I put my head back?"
Long, long years since the Chancellor had sat thus, with a child in hisarms. His sturdy old arms encircled the boy closely.
"I want to tell about running away," said the King, wide-eyed in thedusk. "I am sorry. This time I am going to promise not to do it again."
"Make the promise to yourself, Majesty. It is the best way."
"I will. I intend to be a very good King."
"God grant it, Majesty."
"Like Abraham Lincoln?"
"Like Abraham Lincoln," said the Chancellor gravely.
The King, for all his boasted wakefulness, yawned again, and squirmedcloser to the old man's breast.
"And like my grandfather," he added.
"God grant that, also."
This time it was the Chancellor who yawned, a yawn that was half a sigh.He was very weary, and very sad.
Suddenly, after a silence, the King spoke: "May a King do anything hewants?"
"Not at all," said the Chancellor hastily.
"But, if it will not hurt the people? I want to do two things, or havetwo things. They are both quite easy." His tone was anxious.
"What are they?"
"You wouldn't like to promise first, would you?"
The Chancellor smiled in the darkness.
"Good strategy, but I am an old soldier, Majesty. What are they?"
"First, I would like to have a dog; one to keep with me."
"I--probably that can be arranged."
"Thank you. I do want a dog. And--" he hesitated.
"Yes, Majesty?"
"I am very fond of Nikky," said the King. "And he is not very happy. Helooks sad, sometimes. I would like him to marry Hedwig, so we can all betogether the rest of our lives."
The Chancellor hesitated. But, after all, why not? He had followedambition all his life, and where had it brought him? An old man, whoseonly happiness lay in this child in his arms.
"Perhaps," he said gently, "that can be arranged also."
The night air blew softly through the open windows. The little Kingsmiled, contentedly, and closed his eyes.
"I'm getting rather sleepy," he said. "But if I'm not too heavy, I'dlike you to hold me a little longer."
"You are not too heavy, Majesty."
Soon the Chancellor, worn not with one day, but with many, was nodding.His eyes closed under his fierce eyebrows. Finally they both slept. Theroom was silent.
Something slipped out of the little King's hand and rolled to the floor.
It was the box containing the Lincoln penny.
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