“Is pledged to neutrality—also Austria. The only European country which has not come to terms with Russia is England.”
The King rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room. His eyes were flashing, and the lines about his mouth were hard and bitter.
“It’s a brave game—politics,” he cried. “To-day we read our ancient history, and thank the gods for civilization. It’s a huge fraud, Brand. What they did in those days with fire and the sword they do to-day by craft and secret treaties, by falsehood and deceit. It’s a world of rapine still. It is only the methods which have changed—and changed for the worse.”
Brand nodded slowly.
“Listen,” he said. “My chief has had an interview with one of our Cabinet Ministers. He has listened to all he had to say, and I believe that the state of affairs here will be fairly represented to the English Government. But, to be frank, I am afraid there will be no intervention from England. She may sympathize, but she will not deem her interests sufficiently involved to interfere.”
“Have you any idea,” Ughtred asked, “when there will be any movement on the part of Turkey, and what the casus belli will be?”
“The blow may be struck at any moment,” Brand answered. “I am afraid my warning comes too late to afford you time for preparations.”
The King smiled.
“I am not a child, my dear Brand,” he said. “Sooner or later I felt that the thing must come, and instinct seemed to tell me from what quarter. I will let you into a secret, my friend. If the Turks raid my three frontier villages they may possibly find themselves a little surprised.”
A smile illumined Brand’s serious face.