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This came later, when my daughter and I were able to converse alone.

When the expedition went out against the Silent Tower, Teuta and I went to her tent, and with us came her gigantic companion, who seemed not wearied, but almost overcome with sleep.  When we came into the tent, over which at a little distance a cordon of our mountaineers stood on guard, he said to me:

“May I ask you, sir, to pardon me for a time, and allow the Voivodin to explain matters to you?  She will, I know, so far assist me, for there is so much work still to be done before we are free of the present peril.  For myself, I am almost overcome with sleep.  For three nights I have had no sleep, but all during that time much labour and more anxiety.  I could hold on longer; but at daybreak I must go out to the Turkish warship that lies in the offing.  She is a Turk, though she does not confess to it; and she it is who has brought hither the marauders who captured both your daughter and yourself.  It is needful that I go, for I hold a personal authority from the National Council to take whatever step may be necessary for our protection.  And when I go I should be clear-headed, for war may rest on that meeting.  I shall be in the adjoining tent, and shall come at once if I am summoned, in case you wish for me before dawn.”  Here my daughter struck in:

“Father, ask him to remain here.  We shall not disturb him, I am sure, in our talking.  And, moreover, if you knew how much I owe to him  —  to his own bravery and his strength  —  you would understand how much safer I feel when he is close to me, though we are surrounded by an army of our brave mountaineers.”

“But, my daughter,” I said, for I was as yet all in ignorance, “there are confidences between father and daughter which none other may share.  Some of what has been I know, but I want to know all, and it might be better that no stranger  —  however valiant he may be, or no matter in what measure we are bound to him  —  should be present.”  To my astonishment, she who had always been amenable to my lightest wish actually argued with me:

“Father, there are other confidences which have to be respected in like wise.  Bear with me, dear, till I have told you all, and I am right sure that you will agree with me.  I ask it, father.”

That settled the matter, and as I could see that the gallant gentleman who had rescued me was swaying on his feet as he waited respectfully, I said to him:

“Rest with us, sir.  We shall watch over your sleep.”

Then I had to help him, for almost on the instant he sank down, and I had to guide him to the rugs spread on the ground.  In a few seconds he was in a deep sleep.  As I stood looking at him, till I had realised that he vas really asleep, I could not help marvelling at the bounty of Nature that could uphold even such a man as this to the last moment of work to be done, and then allow so swift a collapse when all was over, and he could rest peacefully.

He was certainly a splendid fellow.  I think I never saw so fine a man physically in my life.  And if the lesson of his physiognomy be true, he is as sterling inwardly as his external is fair.  “Now,” said I to Teuta, “we are to all intents quite alone.  Tell me all that has been, so that I may understand.”

Whereupon my daughter, making me sit down, knelt beside me, and told me from end to end the most marvellous story I had ever heard or read of.  Something of it I had already known from the Archbishop Paleologue’s later letters, but of all else I was ignorant.  Far away in the great West beyond the Atlantic, and again on the fringe of the Eastern seas, I had been thrilled to my heart’s core by the heroic devotion and fortitude of my daughter in yielding herself for her country’s sake to that fearful ordeal of the Crypt; of the grief of the nation at her reported death, news of which was so mercifully and wisely withheld from me as long as possible; of the supernatural rumours that took root so deep; but no word or hint had come to me of a man who had come across the orbit of her life, much less of all that has resulted from it.  Neither had I known of her being carried off, or of the thrice gallant rescue of her by Rupert.  Little wonder that I thought so highly of him even at the first moment I had a clear view of him when he sank down to sleep before me.  Why, the man must be a marvel.  Even our mountaineers could not match such endurance as his.  In the course of her narrative my daughter told me of how, being wearied with her long waiting in the tomb, and waking to find herself alone when the floods were out, and even the Crypt submerged, she sought safety and warmth elsewhere; and how she came to the Castle in the night, and found the strange man alone.  I said: “That was dangerous, daughter, if not wrong.  The man, brave and devoted as he is, must answer me  —  your father.”  At that she was greatly upset, and before going on with her narrative, drew me close in her arms, and whispered to me:

“Be gentle to me, father, for I have had much to bear.  And be good to him, for he holds my heart in his breast!”  I reassured her with a gentle pressure  —  there was no need to speak.  She then went on to tell me about her marriage, and how her husband, who had fallen into the belief that she was a Vampire, had determined to give even his soul for her; and how she had on the night of the marriage left him and gone back to the tomb to play to the end the grim comedy which she had undertaken to perform till my return; and how, on the second night after her marriage, as she was in the garden of the Castle  —  going, as she shyly told me, to see if all was well with her husband  —  she was seized secretly, muffled up, bound, and carried off.  Here she made a pause and a digression.  Evidently some fear lest her husband and myself should quarrel assailed her, for she said:

“Do understand, father, that Rupert’s marriage to me was in all ways regular, and quite in accord with our customs.  Before we were married I told the Archbishop of my wish.  He, as your representative during your absence, consented himself, and brought the matter to the notice of the Vladika and the Archimandrites.  All these concurred, having exacted from me  —  very properly, I think  —  a sacred promise to adhere to my self-appointed task.  The marriage itself was orthodox in all ways  —  though so far unusual that it was held at night, and in darkness, save for the lights appointed by the ritual.  As to that, the Archbishop himself, or the Archimandrite of Spazac, who assisted him, or the Vladika, who acted as Paranymph, will, all or any of them, give you full details.  Your representative made all inquiries as to Rupert Sent Leger, who lived in Vissarion, though he did not know who I was, or from his point of view who I had been.  But I must tell you of my rescue.”

And so she went on to tell me of that unavailing journey south by her captors; of their bafflement by the cordon which Rupert had established at the first word of danger to “the daughter of our leader,” though he little knew who the “leader” was, or who was his “daughter”; of how the brutal marauders tortured her to speed with their daggers; and how her wounds left blood-marks on the ground as she passed along; then of the halt in the valley, when the marauders came to know that their road north was menaced, if not already blocked; of the choosing of the murderers, and their keeping ward over her whilst their companions went to survey the situation; and of her gallant rescue by that noble fellow, her husband  —  my son I shall call him henceforth, and thank God that I may have that happiness and that honour!

Then my daughter went on to tell me of the race back to Vissarion, when Rupert went ahead of all  —  as a leader should do; of the summoning of the Archbishop and the National Council; and of their placing the nation’s handjar in Rupert’s hand; of the journey to Ilsin, and the flight of my daughter  —  and my son  —  on the aeroplane.

The rest I knew.

As she finished, the sleeping man stirred and woke  —  broad awake in a second  —  sure sign of a man accustomed to campaign and adventure.  At a glance he recalled everything that had been, and sprang to his feet.  He stood respectfully before me for a few seconds before speaking.  Then he said, with an open, engaging smile:

“I see, sir, you know all.  Am I forgiven  —  for Teuta’s sake as well as my own?”  By this time I was also on my feet.  A man like that walks straight into my heart.  My daughter, too, had risen, and stood by my side.  I put out my hand and grasped his, which seemed to leap to meet me  —  as only the hand of a swordsman can do.

“I am glad you are my son!” I said.  It was all I could say, and I meant it and all it implied.  We shook hands warmly.  Teuta was pleased; she kissed me, and then stood holding my arm with one hand, whilst she linked her other hand in the arm of her husband.

He summoned one of the sentries without, and told him to ask Captain Rooke to come to him.  The latter had been ready for a call, and came at once.  When through the open flap of the tent we saw him coming, Rupert  —  as I must call him now, because Teuta wishes it; and I like to do it myself  —  said:

“I must be off to board the Turkish vessel before it comes inshore.  Good-bye, sir, in case we do not meet again.”  He said the last few words in so low a voice that I only could hear them.  Then he kissed his wife, and told her he expected to be back in time for breakfast, and was gone.  He met Rooke  —  I am hardly accustomed to call him Captain as yet, though, indeed, he well deserves it  —  at the edge of the cordon of sentries, and they went quickly together towards the port, where the yacht was lying with steam up.

BOOK VII: THE EMPIRE OF THE AIR

FROM THE REPORT OF CRISTOFEROS, WAR-SCRIBE TO THE NATIONAL COUNCIL.

July
7, 1907.

When the Gospodar Rupert and Captain Rooke came within hailing distance of the strange ship, the former hailed her, using one after another the languages of England, Germany, France, Russia, Turkey, Greece, Spain, Portugal, and another which I did not know; I think it must have been American.  By this time the whole line of the bulwark was covered by a row of Turkish faces.  When, in Turkish, the Gospodar asked for the Captain, the latter came to the gangway, which had been opened, and stood there.  His uniform was that of the Turkish navy  —  of that I am prepared to swear  —  but he made signs of not understanding what had been said; whereupon the Gospodar spoke again, but in French this time.  I append the exact conversation which took place, none other joining in it.  I took down in shorthand the words of both as they were spoken:

The Gospodar.  “Are you the Captain of this ship?”

The Captain.  “I am.”

Gospodar.  “To what nationality do you belong?”

Captain.  “It matters not.  I am Captain of this ship.”

Gospodar.  “I alluded to your ship.  What national flag is she under?”

Captain (
throwing his eye over the top-hamper
).  “I do not see that any flag is flying.”

Gospodar.  “I take it that, as commander, you can allow me on board with my two companions?”

Captain.  “I can, upon proper request being made!”

Gospodar (
taking off his cap
).  “I ask your courtesy, Captain.  I am the representative and accredited officer of the National Council of the Land of the Blue Mountains, in whose waters you now are; and on their account I ask for a formal interview on urgent matters.”

The Turk, who was, I am bound to say, in manner most courteous as yet, gave some command to his officers, whereupon the companion-ladders and stage were lowered and the gangway manned, as is usual for the reception on a ship of war of an honoured guest.

Captain.  “You are welcome, sir  —  you and your two companions  —  as you request.”

The Gospodar bowed.  Our companion-ladder was rigged on the instant, and a launch lowered.  The Gospodar and Captain Rooke  —  taking me with them  —  entered, and rowed to the warship, where we were all honourably received.  There were an immense number of men on board, soldiers as well as seamen.  It looked more like a warlike expedition than a fighting-ship in time of peace.  As we stepped on the deck, the seamen and marines, who were all armed as at drill, presented arms.  The Gospodar went first towards the Captain, and Captain Rooke and I followed close behind him.  The Gospodar spoke:

“I am Rupert Sent Leger, a subject of his Britannic Majesty, presently residing at Vissarion, in the Land of the Blue Mountains.  I am at present empowered to act for the National Council in all matters.  Here is my credential!”  As he spoke he handed to the Captain a letter.  It was written in five different languages  —  Balkan, Turkish, Greek, English, and French.  The Captain read it carefully all through, forgetful for the moment that he had seemingly been unable to understand the Gospodar’s question spoken in the Turkish tongue.  Then he answered:

“I see the document is complete.  May I ask on what subject you wish to see me?”

Gospodar.  “You are here in a ship of war in Blue Mountain waters, yet you fly no flag of any nation.  You have sent armed men ashore in your boats, thus committing an act of war.  The National Council of the Land of the Blue Mountains requires to know what nation you serve, and why the obligations of international law are thus broken.”

The Captain seemed to wait for further speech, but the Gospodar remained silent; whereupon the former spoke.

Captain.  “I am responsible to my own  —  chiefs.  I refuse to answer your question.”

The Gospodar spoke at once in reply.

Gospodar.  “Then, sir, you, as commander of a ship  —  and especially a ship of war  —  must know that in thus violating national and maritime laws you, and all on board this ship, are guilty of an act of piracy.  This is not even piracy on the high seas.  You are not merely within territorial waters, but you have invaded a national port.  As you refuse to disclose the nationality of your ship, I accept, as you seem to do, your status as that of a pirate, and shall in due season act accordingly.”

Captain (
with manifest hostility
).  “I accept the responsibility of my own acts.  Without admitting your contention, I tell you now that whatever action you take shall be at your own peril and that of your National Council.  Moreover, I have reason to believe that my men who were sent ashore on special service have been beleaguered in a tower which can be seen from the ship.  Before dawn this morning firing was heard from that direction, from which I gather that attack was made on them.  They, being only a small party, may have been murdered.  If such be so, I tell you that you and your miserable little nation, as you call it, shall pay such blood-money as you never thought of.  I am responsible for this, and, by Allah! there shall be a great revenge.  You have not in all your navy  —  if navy you have at all  —  power to cope with even one ship like this, which is but one of many.  My guns shall be trained on Ilsin, to which end I have come inshore.  You and your companions have free conduct back to port; such is due to the white flag which you fly.  Fifteen minutes will bring you back whence you came.  Go!  And remember that whatever you may do amongst your mountain defiles, at sea you cannot even defend yourselves.”

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