The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-02-07
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Madam" he said 81 shall be salts.
fed with twaining your bodies. In
holy Russia We are plain men. We
have a saying, No one hath ever seen
a soul. Let the body content you
When this gentleman is-what shall
make him, he is welcome to any com.
munion of spirits to which he can al.
tain with you. l promise you that, So
far as he Is concerned, you shall find
me neither exigent lover nor jealous
husband"
And the Prince of Muscovy laughed
loud and long. But Prince Louis did
not laugh. His eyes glared upon the
prisoner like those of a wild beast
caught In a corner when it wishes TO
flee but cannot.
He shall die-this day shall be his
last. l swear it," he cried. He hath
Knocked me, and l will Stay him with
my hand"
He drew the dagger from his belt
But in the center of the hall the
Sparhawk stood so still and quiet that
Prince Louis hesitated. Ivan laid
soft hand upon his wrist and as gently
drew the dagger out of his grasp.
NAY, my Prince. he will give him
a worthier passing than that. So no
BILE knight-errant must die no com
mon death. What say you to the
Ukraine Cross, the Cross of Steeds?
have here four horses, all wild from
the steppes. This squire of danes,
this wOman-mummer, hath, as now we
know, four several limbs. BY strange
coincidence l have wild horse for
each of these. Let limbs and steeds
be severally attached. my Cossacks
know how. Upon each flank let the
lash be laid-and-well, the Princess
Margaret Is welcome to her liege lords
soul. l warrant she will not desire his
body any more"
At this Margaret tottered, her knees
giving way beneath her, so that her
guards stood nearer to catch her if
she should fall.
"Louis-my brother" she cried, "do
not listen to the monster. Kill my
husband if you will-because I love
him. But do not torture him. BY the
last words of our mother, by the
memory of our father, by your faith
in the Most Pitiful Son of God,
charge you-do not this devilry."
Prince Ivan did not give Louis of
CORTLAND time to reply to his sisters
appeal.
"The most noble Princess mistakes"
he murmured, suavely. Death by
the Cross of Steeds Is no torture. II
is the easiest of death. I have wit
messed 1t often. In my country 1t is
reserved for the greatest and most dis
tinguished. No common felon dies by
the Cross of Steeds, but men whose
pride 1t is to die greatly. We will
| show you tomorrow on the plain
across the river that speak the truth.
1t is a noble sight and all CORTLAND
shall be there. What say you, Louis ?
Shall this springald seat himself in
your princely chair, or-shall we try
the Cross of the Ukraine?"
Have 1t your own way, Prince
Ivan!" said Louis, and went out with.
out another word. The Muscovite
stood moment looking from Maurice
to Margaret and back again He
was smiling his inscrutable Oriental
smile.
"Let the Princess pass" he cried.
| The guards dropped their swords to
their sides.
Instantly the Princess Margaret ran
forward with eager appeal on her face.
She dropped on her knees before the
Prince of Muscovy and clasped her
hands in supplication.
prince IVAN" she said, 81 pray you
for the love of God to spare him, to
let him go. | promise never to see
him more. I will go to a nunnery. |
will look no more upon the face OF
day"
THAT, above all things, cannot al.
low" said the Prince. $50 fair face
must see many suns-soon, trust, in
Moscow and by my side"
Margaret" said the Sparhawk, at
is useless to plead. Do not abase your.
self in the presence of our enemy. You
cannot touch a mans heart when his
breast covers a stone. Bid me good.
by and be brave. The time will not
be long"
Like child after its bedside prayer
she lifted up her face to be kissed.
Goodnight. Maurice" she said
simply. wait for me; shall not be
long afterl"
She laid her brow moment on his
breast. Then she lifted her head and
walked slowly and proudly out of the
hall. The guard fell in behind her
and Maurice Won Lynar was left alone
with the Prince of Muscovy.
AS the door closed upon the Prin
cess sudden devilish grimace of fury
distorted the countenance of the
Prince Ivan. Hitherto Ne had been
studiously and even caressingly cour
teous. But now he strobe swiftly ur
to his captive and smote him across
the mouth with the back of his gaunt
leted hand.
"That!" he said furiously, that fol-
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