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"Seemed to me it was more like a woman," was the answer.
That night they encamped between two spurs of the lower hills. Two hours before sunset they had begun to ascend from the plain. It was among the hills they would be looked for as soon as the object of their mission were known; and having chosen a camping-ground which could easily be defended against odds, Ellerey placed sentinels to prevent any surprise. The camp-fire was pleasant to draw close to, for the night was cold. Ellerey lay in a half-reclining position, his feet stretched toward the blaze; and at some little distance on the opposite side the men were sitting in a circle playing cards, Grigosie and Anton standing beside them, looking on.
"There, boy, what did I tell you?" he heard Stefan say as he turned to Grigosie. "A woman again plays me false, and it's the queen of hearts, too."
The boy laughed. Evidently he and Stefan had become fast friends during their day's ride together. It was a merry laugh, pleasant, Ellerey thought, after the gruffer tones of the soldiers.
Presently the boy left Anton's side and threw himself down by the fire near Ellerey.
"Are you tired, Grigosie?"
"A little. Lately I have not been used to so many hours in the saddle.
What point do we make for to-morrow?"
"The Drekner pa.s.s. Do you know it?"
"I was quite a youngster when I last crossed it," was the answer.
"There used to be a castle there, perched on the hill-side like an eagle's eyrie."
"So many years cannot have pa.s.sed since then that the castle should have crumbled away," said Ellerey, with a smile. "I expect it is still there."
"You do not know the pa.s.s, then?"
"No."
Grigosie lapsed into silence, and then after a while he said suddenly: "Some day I hope to be an honored soldier like you are, Captain."
"Wish better things for yourself, Grigosie."
"Are you not honored, then?"
"Enough to be given a dangerous post."
"And to receive good reward if you succeed. The Queen will load you with gifts--and, perhaps, greater happiness still, some other woman will smile on you."
"You begin to think of such things over early," Ellerey answered.
"You'll have your troubles soon enough that way, no doubt."
"Already, Captain."
"So soon?"
"This is a southern country, and we begin early. Are you a woman-hater, as Stefan is? In the back of my mind there is a reverence for women."
"Keep it, lad, if you can; it may bring you to much good. For my part, I hardly know my position in the matter."
"Would telling the tale to me help your judgment?" inquired the lad.
"A man does not speak of such things often, Grigosie."
"Ah, your love tale has advanced some way, then. It was not a glance and a pa.s.sing word, and a thorn left in the heart to hurt terribly at times. That was my case."
"There is a woman I deeply respect and honor," said Ellerey. "To love her would be much to my advantage."
"Why not, then?" asked the boy.
"Because of a memory, the memory of another woman. With her it was a pa.s.sing word and a look; but they came to me when life was at its darkness, and I have never forgotten them. It was an early morning in England, a morning that has no equal in the whole world, full of sunshine and breeze and perfume; and she came into it suddenly and unexpectedly. She would not choose to remember me if she thought such a memory lingered in my heart. She was out of my reach even then, and in those days I was something more than a Captain of Horse."
"But after this enterprise you will be something more."
"I cannot become a Prince, Grigosie, and my lady of the breezy morning was a Princess."
"Really, or is that your fanciful name for her?"
"Really a Princess," Ellerey answered. "I wonder why I should be telling this story to you?"
"Is there not sympathy between all who love?" Grigosie answered. "It is the one common bond there is in the world, knowing no difference of creed or nationality."
For two days the little band journeyed in the mountains, keeping to the lower track on account of the horses. Progress was slow, for the going was rough, and the horses often had to be led. The track lay between the lower hills and the main mountain range, and they had lost sight of the open country, which lay below them. It was late in the afternoon of the second day that they crossed a spur which jutted out toward the plain, and from its vantage ground Grigosie was the first to point out the head of the pa.s.s, a precipitous opening in the mountains to their left. At the same time Stefan, looking across the open country, pointed out a cloud of dust on the horizon.
"That means a moving body of men," he said.
"In the pa.s.s lies our greatest security until we are prepared to meet the enemy," Ellerey answered. "If that castle of yours has not crumbled to dust, Grigosie, it will make excellent quarters for us."
The Drekner pa.s.s had long ago ceased to be used. Once, doubtless, it was the highway into Wallaria from the north, but that was long ago, not within the memory of the oldest man. Nature herself had closed the way by casting a great spur of the mountain into the deepest and narrowest part of the defile. It was still possible to climb this, but it had effectually closed the pa.s.s for all useful purposes; and the castle, which in old times had been used to guard the way, had fallen into decay. It stood gaunt against the hillside upon a natural plateau, the pathway to it, long and zig-zag, cut out in the hillside. Vegetation had taken root in the crevices of its broken walls, and some of the stonework, shivered by the lightning stroke perhaps, lay in the roadway at the foot of the hill. Silence reigned, and an eagle hovering on the heights above doubtless had his eyrie there. A thin stream of water trickled down the hillside, finding its way from the snow on the mountains, which reared white-hooded heads here and there above their humbler brethren.
"My castle in the hills!" cried Grigosie enthusiastically as a turn of the track brought it in view.
"Peace, Grigosie, and take that child's chatter of yours to the rear,"
said Ellerey. Then turning to Stefan, he directed him and another of the men to climb up carefully to the plateau. "Some outpost of Vasilici's may hold it," he remarked.
Leaving their horses, Stefan and his companion went up the zig-zag way and were lost to view. It seemed a long time before their figures stood on the edge of the plateau and waved to their comrades to ascend.
"My castle, Anton," whispered Grigosie. "It was I who told them that it stood here."
"They liked not your claiming it so."
"They will forgive much to my youth, even if I am put to cooking and bedmaking to-night as punishment," laughed the boy. "You shall be snug, Anton, and know that the G.o.ds are with us."
The incline of the zig-zag way had been carefully graduated so that it was possible to lead horses up, and they all dismounted and went singly. At the top of the path a stone gateway, broken and of small service now, shut in the plateau. This was the only means of reaching the castle, and in old times formed the first point of defence. "Empty, but an airy perch to spend the night," said Stefan, meeting them at the gateway. "Here's a trysting place for every wind that blows, and holes enough for them to whistle through."
This was evident. The walls were broken in every direction, and heaps of stonework lay scattered on all sides.
"The tower yonder seems to have held together," said Ellerey.
"Aye, there's fine sleeping room there, and you may see the stars through the roof."
But the tower had much to commend it. The door that closed it still hung upon its hinges, and in the lower chamber, at least, there were no rents in the wall save the window holes, narrow slits in the outside, but widening inward through the thickness of the walls. On one side stone steps, unprotected in any way, led to the floor above, which was entered through a trap door still in place and capable of being bolted down. Here the walls were broken in places, and part of the roof had fallen. More steps, which mounted to the roof, ended abruptly and were open to the sky. A turret had been displaced at some time and had crashed through, breaking part of the stairs away.