The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-01-31

ciose-ntting squire's dress, stood be-
fore their astonished eyes.
long, low mrrmur gathering and
sinking, surged about the square
Prince Louis gasped. Margaret chung
10 her lovers arm, and for the space
OF a score of seconds the whole world
stopped breathing.
Prince Ivan twisted his mustache
as II he would pull 1t out by the roots.
So" he said, "the Princess is mar
RED, is she? And you are her hus-
band? Whom God hath joined'--an
the rest of it. Well, we shall see, we
shall see!"
He spoke gently, medltatively, al
most caressingly.
Yes cried the Sparhawk, defiant
ly, we were married yesterday by
Father Clement. the Princes chaplain
In the presence of the most noble Leo.
pold Won Dessauer. High Councillor of
Plassenburg.'
And my wife-the Princess Joan
where is she?" gasped Prince Louis,
| SO greatly bewildered that he had not
yet begun to be angry.
Ivan OF Muscovy put out his hand
Gently, friend" he said Il will
unmask this play-acting springald
This is not your wife, not the woman
you welded and fought for, not the
Lady Joan of Hohenstein, but some
baseborn brother, who, having her
face, hath played her part, to mock
and cheat and deceive us both!"
He turned again to Maurice Won
Lynar.
Il think we have met before, Sir
Masquer," he said, with his usual
suave courtesy; 81 have, therefore,
double debt to pay. Hither!" He
beckoned to the guards who lined the
approaches. 81 presume, sir, so true
courtier will not brawl before ladies'.
You recognize that you are in our
power. Your sword, sir"
The Sparhawk looked all about the
crowded square. Then he snapped
his sword over his knee and threw
the pieces down on the stone steps.
You are right, will not fight vain
" here" he said. Il know 1t is use
less. But"-he raised his voice-"be
II known to all men that my name Is
Maurice, Count Won Loen, and that the
Princess Margaret is my lawfully
welded wife. She, cannot then marry
Ivan of Muscovy."
The Prince laughed easily and
spread his hand with gentle depreca-
ton, as the guards seized the Spar
hawk and forced him a little space
from the clinging hands of the Prin-
cess ~
Il am an easy man." he said gently,
as he clicked his dagger to and fro in
its sheath. when like a woman. I
would as lief marry her widow as
maid,
Prince Louis" continued Ivan,
turning to the Prince, I'VE are keeping
these holy men needlessly, as well as
disappointing the good folk of Court
land of their spectacle. There is no
need that we should stand here any
longer. We have matters to discuss
with this gentleman and his Wife
Have your leave to bring them to-
gether in the palace? We may have
something to say to them more at
leisure"
But the Prince of CORTLAND made
no answer. He moved his hand an
grily and began to descend the stairs
towards the waiting horses.
Prince Ivan turned toward Maurice,
you will follow under escort of
these gentlemen Of my staff" he said
with smiling equality of courtesy;
there IS no need to discuss intimate
family affairs before half the rabble of
CORTLAND.
He bowed to Maurice as II he had
been Inviting him to feast. Maurice
looked about the crowded square, over
the pennons of the Cossacks. He
knew there was no hope either in
flight or in resistance. All the ap-
proaches to the square had been filled
up with armed men.
Il will follow" he answered briefly.
Hitherto we have had to do with
the summer palace by the river a
building OF no strength, and built more
as a pleasure house for the princely
family than as place of permanent
habitation. But the Castle of Court
land was a structure of another sort.
Set on a low rock in the center of
the town, its walls rose continuous
with its foundations. equally massive
and impregnable, to the height of
over seventy feet. For the first TWEEN
ty-ive neither window nor grating
broke the grim uniformity of that
mighty wall of rock. Above that line
only few small openings half-closed
with iron bars evidenced the fact that
great prince had his dwelling with
in. The main entrance to the Castle
was through gateway closed by
grim iron-toothed porticullis. Then a
short tunnel led to another and yet
stronger defense-a deep natural fosse
which surrounded the rock on all sides
and over which drawbridge con-
Quoted into the courtyard of the castle.
The Sparhawk knew very well that
he was going to his death as he rode
through the streets of the city of