no fruition; and my face darkened as I thought of the man who was to come between us—not only to thwart our love, but also to stand between her and the realisation of the dream and hopes of her life for these people. My heart was as iron towards him; and the bare thought of his foul treachery in this dastardly attempt to have me branded as a coward—for I did not hesitate to accept that theory of his act—filled me with an irresistible impulse to take his life. I recalled his burning words of insult and contumely, and dwelt upon them till they stabbed and pricked and stung me to a madness of passion and loathing.
We reached the little village in good time, and halted at the trysting spot to wait for news from Zoiloff. This was so long in coming that my patience was ebbing fast, until I saw Spernow approaching at a hand gallop.
"All is arranged, Count," he said, after I had greeted him. "You are to ride back about half a mile along the road I have come. There is no sign of any interference. But I have something for you." He drew a small note from his pocket and handed it to me, and turned away to speak to my servant.
I opened it quickly, little guessing the contents:
"I have heard the terrible news of your quarrel with
the Duke Sergius, and that you are to meet to-morrow.
God preserve you from danger. I am going to
ask you the hardest favour that could be put in words.
I know of your skill, and of the terrible provocation
you have received, but I beg you not to have his death
on your soul. Think of what it must mean to us all—to
me. For him to be killed by you. I pray you,
for my sake.—Christina."
