Dartnoff nodded gravely.
“Well,” he said, “let us hear what will happen to us supposing we accept your warning and refuse to recognize Ughtred of Tyrnaus.”
“The protection of Russia,” Domiloff cried, eagerly. “My master himself shall guarantee your independence. I will give you pledges. You will reserve for a friend and an ally the most generous of the Powers. But you must be quick,” he added, with a sudden start. “Now is the time for you to act. Close the gates upon those who come here to-night. It shall be your answer.”
Dartnoff shook his head.
“I cannot do that,” he said. “Nicholas of Reist is a colonel in our army, and he has the right to enter here at any time.”
There was the thunder of hoofs in the courtyard. Domiloff bit his lip and looked nervously around.
“Reist is a traitor,” he exclaimed. “It is against the law to harbour a Tyrnaus.”
“We will hear what our friend Nicholas of Reist has to say,” Dartnoff answered, coldly. “You might perhaps find it advisable to retire, Baron Domiloff.”
The door was thrown open. Nicholas and Ughtred entered. General Dartnoff stepped forward.