The Prime Minister Part 43

"He knows not of our designs," was the answer. "It is supposed he would not approve of them, and his sons fear to confide them to him."

"The Duke of Aveiro ought to have been here long ago," said another n.o.ble. "He told me that he purposed coming, and no common cause would, I am sure, detain him."

"On the former night we met he seemed eager in our enterprise,"

responded a fourth. "Can he have been suspected and apprehended? I always fear that vigilant-eyed plebeian--nothing escapes him."

"Can the Duke, fearing detection, have repented of his intentions, and, perhaps, informed the Minister of our designs?" observed one who was cynically inclined, and had ever hated the Duke. "It would be a certain way of securing his own pardon, though at the expense of a few of us."

"In mercy, do not put such dreadful thoughts into our heads--you quite unnerve me," said the person he spoke to. "I wish I had refused to join the enterprise."

"That is a pity, seeing you will probably share the fate of all, if it miscarries," answered his friend. "Do, my dear Count, _pretend_ to be brave, or you will frighten the rest. You will not feel comfortable, I fear, till it has succeeded."

"You offer rather doubtful consolation. I wish some one would propose himself to kill our tyrant quietly--it would save much discussion."

"Likely enough. What, and if he happens to have a secret enemy among us, who might be tempted to turn traitor, how completely he would be within his power without risking the safety of the rest? No, no; we have, doubtless, a good many fools among us, but not quite so great a one as you suppose."

"You are in a severe humour this evening, my friend."

"Have I not cause for it, when I have heard so much nonsense spoken, and our enterprise not advanced since the first day it was proposed? It provokes me: I shall lose my South American property before anything is accomplished, I very clearly perceive, so I think of embarking for France to await the result."

Such was the style of conversation carried on in all directions round Luis, so that he began to entertain hopes that the conspirators would abandon intentions which he considered, notwithstanding the a.s.surances of the prophet, to be both highly criminal, and dangerous in the extreme.

All were looking for the arrival of the Duke of Aveiro, who, having more to gain by the destruction of the King, was the most active leader in the conspiracy; but, after waiting a considerable time longer, some of the party expressed their impatience to depart, and the Duke came not at all.

The a.s.sembly at length broke up, Malagrida first performing a short religious ceremony at the altar, dismissing them with his blessing.

Before Luis took his departure with his young companion, he addressed the Marquis. "Tell me," he said, "how can I aid you in the object for which I came here? How and where is Theresa?"

"Speak not of her, my friend," exclaimed the young husband, with vehemence. "I live but for revenge! Farewell! I ask you not to share our dangers; but you will pardon what you look upon as a crime, when you know the cause which has driven me to desperation."

Joze de Tavora took Luis's arm. "It is time to go," he said. "Follow me closely, for the night is dark, and you know not the intricacies of the path. We will still trust to the river, though no one else ventures on it. The rest have departed in different ways and directions, and my lady mother pa.s.ses the night at a house at no great distance, whither my brother will conduct her."

On emerging into the open air, they found the night to have become excessively dark, there being no moon, and a thin mist obscuring the brightness of the stars; but they soon sufficiently recovered the use of their eyes, to be able to find their way among the ruins towards the landing-place, where the boat was waiting. Not a breath of wind stirred the silent night air, their footfalls alone being heard as they proceeded through the ruined garden.

Just as they were about to step into the skiff, not having exchanged a word on their way, for fear any foe might be lurking in the neighbourhood, Joze de Tavora fancied he heard a shout in the distance: they listened attentively, but it was not repeated; and at length, being persuaded that it was but fancy, they took their seats in the stern of the boat, the crew pulling rapidly up the stream, which was now in their favour. So dark was the night, that they had much difficulty in seeing their way, and had they not kept close in with the banks, they would have found it nearly impossible to steer a direct course.

Luis was silent; for, though unwilling to blame his young companion, he felt that the latter had not acted towards him with openness and honour.

Of this Joze de Tavora seemed aware, as he was the first to speak.

"Luis, I must crave pardon for what I have done; for I now see, when too late, that I ought not to have led you blindfold into the society we have just quitted, which seems not to your taste; but say, will you forgive me?"

He spoke in so deprecating a tone, that Luis could not resist his pet.i.tion; and, giving him his hand, in token of forgiveness, a.s.sured him that he believed his motives, at all events, had been good.

After nearly an hour's row, they reached the spot where they embarked, and near which they found Pedro and the other servant waiting with their horses,--Joze de Tavora insisting on accompanying his friend to his lodgings. Thus so much time pa.s.sed, that the first streaks of dawn were in the sky before the latter was seen to enter the gates of his father's Quinta at Belem.

Volume 3, Chapter VIII.

We left that very respectable personage, Senhor Policarpio, entertaining two friends in the garden of the Duke of Aveiro's residence. As it grew dark, he invited them again into the house to partake of a supper he had prepared for them. After the repast was finished, and he had plied his guests well with wine, he opened an attack which he had been meditating.

"So the Marquis complains that he has been insulted by that low-born villain Teixeira, and that the King will give him no redress," he began.

"Now, that is what I call not acting in a kingly way; and I think your master very ill-treated."

"Your observation is a just one, Senhor Policarpio," answered Manoel.

"And this is not the only instance in which he has been ill-treated. He applied to be created a duke the other day, and the King, without any reason, refused his request, to the great indignation of the Marchioness, who had determined to enjoy the t.i.tle."

"Ah! if the Marquis would but follow the advice of my master, he might easily be made a duke," said Senhor Policarpio; "but that he will not do, talking instead about his loyalty, and all that sort of nonsense.

Now listen, my friends. It strikes me that we might arrange these affairs ourselves, without consulting our masters till the work is done, when they will reward us accordingly. We are not likely to be made dukes and counts, but we are certain to get as many purses of gold as we want, which are far better than all the t.i.tles in the world without them. As we well know, there are certain plots and conspiracies hatching, which will, if not discovered, all end in smoke. Now, when I have an object in view in which I wish to succeed, I entrust it to no one more than is necessary. You feel a.s.sured that your master would reward you, if you were to punish this Teixeira for his insolence; and I am ready to aid you, on condition that you speak to no one on the subject, or it will be certain to fail. This is my plan:--Teixeira drives out every night in his carriage (vain as he is of it) to some place or other. I propose to watch for him, mounted on good horses, when, as he pa.s.ses by, we will fire into his carriage, and cannot fail to kill or wound him severely. We may then, favoured by the darkness, easily escape before any alarm is given, and you may then claim a reward from your master. For me, it will be sufficient to know that I have served you; besides that, I owe him a debt of vengeance on my own account."

The brains of the two servants being by this time considerably confused by liquor, they willingly a.s.sented to Senhor Policarpio's proposal, not having sufficient judgment left to perceive that he had probably other motives for the deed than their interests, or his own wish for revenge.

"Well, then, my friends, there is no moment like the present, when work is to be done," he continued. "I have notice that Teixeira will this night visit a certain house; and I propose to waylay him on his return to the palace, and pay him his deserts. Are you agreed?"

"Agreed! agreed!" exclaimed both the men. "We are ready to do anything so honourable a gentleman as yourself proposes."

"You flatter me, gentlemen, by your good opinion. We will not dream on the work, then--this night it shall be done. I must tell you, another friend of mine will join us; but do not speak to him, as he wishes not to be known. We will divide into two parties. You, Manoel, must accompany my friend; and you, Antonio, keep by my side; then, if the first shots do not take effect, the second ambush will be more fortunate. Come, gentlemen, we will prepare for our expedition. I have horses in readiness at a stable in the neighbourhood; for I fully counted on your a.s.sistance. Another gla.s.s to our success. Nerve your arms for the deed, and it cannot fail!"

It was an intensely dark night, when three men, with masks on their faces, (for a guilty countenance would fain hide itself even from the sight of Heaven,) sallied forth from the Quinta of the Duke of Aveiro.

They walked some way, when, stopping before the door of a low, solitary building, the princ.i.p.al of the party applied a key to the lock, and, all entering, they found three steeds ready saddled. Without uttering a word, they led forth the horses, the last closing the door; and, mounting, they rode back in the direction they had come. They had not proceeded far when they encountered a fourth horseman, dressed completely in black, with a black mask, and a horse of the same hue.

"Who goes there?" said the princ.i.p.al of the three, in a low voice.

"A friend of religion," was the answer, in the same low tone.

"'Tis well," said the first speaker. "This is the friend I expected,"

he continued, turning to one of his companions. "Do you, Manoel, accompany him. Fire, when he fires, and keep close to his side. We will all again meet at the stables, where we will leave our horses, and return on foot to the Quinta. Onward, my friends, to our work."

The stranger, accompanied by him who was addressed as Manoel, now separated from the other two, both parties, however, proceeding by different routes toward the upper part of Lisbon, to the neighbourhood of a house called the Quinta da Cima, which lay directly in the way between the residence of the young Marchioness of Tavora and the royal palace.

Antonio and his companion, who, as our readers may have suspected, was no other than Senhor Policarpio, rode on in silence whenever they pa.s.sed any houses, the former, who was of a more timid disposition than his fellow-servant, already repenting of the deed he had undertaken to perform.

"Hist!" he said, drawing in his rein as they were pa.s.sing between some of the high blank walls with which that part of Lisbon abounds. "Are you certain there is no one following us? Methought I heard a horse's footsteps."

"On, on," muttered his companion with an oath. "The more reason for speed."

They proceeded a few paces further, when the other again stopped.

"I am sure I heard the sounds again," he whispered.

"Cursed fool, his cowardice will spoil all," thought Policarpio. "'Tis but the echo of our own horses' feet, friend," he said aloud. "Fear not; 'tis too late now to draw back, and the work must be done."

They again rode on, encountering no one on their way; for, at that late hour, and in those solitary roads, few ventured out, if they could avoid it, and then only in large parties, with servants and torches, to guard against the daring marauders who infested them, committing every atrocity with impunity. They at length observed a number of people advancing towards them with torches, the flames throwing a lurid glare on their figures and the surrounding walls; but Policarpio, desiring his companion to follow, turned down a lane on one side, till they had pa.s.sed by. Riding a little further on, Antonio again vowed he heard the sounds of horses' feet. Policarpio listened.

"Yes," he said, "'tis our friends--we are near the spot agreed on."

As he spoke, four hors.e.m.e.n were perceived emerging from the gloom towards them.

"How is this?" exclaimed Antonio in a tone of alarm. "There were but two!"

"They are more of our friends," was the answer.