Rulers of kings: A novelAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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Rulers of kings: A novel
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
Statesmen -- Fiction
“They would be valuable allies.”
“It is quite impossible. The women of the aristocracy would
rebel--would stay away from court, no doubt.”
“I wonder. Court life in Hungary is very rare. Surely you are powerful
enough to set your own fashions.”
But Ranata looked determined and unmoved. “I should lose much and gain
nothing. And, besides, I do not wish it. An empire is an empire, not a
republic. If I opened the gates, where would be the end? I should be
shaking hands with eight thousand people of an evening, like your poor
President.”
“You would find that rather interesting. Your wild and picturesque
peasants--Hungarians, Roumanians, Wallachians, Servians, Croats,
Orthodox Jews, and what not--would come pouring in from their
fastnesses.”
“I shall go to them in their villages. To hold a little court for them,
as it were, will be delightful. But here--it would be only to cheapen
myself.”
“It would be a great victory gained if you could bring the members of
the Extreme Left to court. The Emperor cannot; but if you invited their
wives, no doubt you would conquer their prejudices--the wives would see
to that.”
“Do you think I have given no thought to the Kossuths? I have my plan
of campaign. ‘Just you wait,’ as Alex would say.” She lifted her eyes
and looked directly at him; there was not even defiance in their rays.
“It has also been decided that although all the magnates and their
families will come in the national costume, only a hundred of the
younger will dance the Chardash. The older--the men at least--seem to
have lost nothing of their fire, but I fear apoplexy.”
“It certainly requires the wind of youth. I suppose I shall not be
permitted to dance it,” he added discontentedly. “Whom shall you dance
it with?”
She hesitated a perceptible half moment; then she answered, “I shall
not dance it at all.”
He turned to her with a flash in his eyes, and her own dropped. “Allow
me to contribute an idea. Why not have it danced by peasants? Many of
the women have beautiful costumes, although they do not always wear
them; enough could be found, at all events. Bring them here--house them
in the servants’ quarters for two or three nights. Do not offer to pay
anything but their expenses. Ask them to come as a favor. Give them a
feast and dance of their own afterwards. All the peasantry of Hungary
will be delighted. Let your other guests dance the Chardash in their
own way afterwards. You would then please everybody. I suppose no one
has dared to tell you, but the women are by no means enthusiastic at
the prospect of having the breath whirled out of them; and many are
disappointed at not being able to wear their latest costumes from Paris
and Vienna.”
“Ah! That _is_ the truth, I suppose.” She laughed. “The evolution of a
ball! One would think this was the first that ever had been heard of.
But I like your idea. Yes--it shall be. And only those who wish shall
dance the Chardash.”
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