The Kings of the East: A Romance of the Near FutureGrier, Sydney C.
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The Kings of the East: A Romance of the Near Future
Grier, Sydney C.
Palestine -- Fiction; Political fiction; Speculative fiction; Zionism -- Fiction
“It is useless,” said Colonel Czartoriski again. “Her Majesty will not
receive your Greatness. She refuses even to see me, although I am the
bearer of a letter from my august mistress. There can be no doubt that
Mortimer has warned her to receive only visitors accredited by
himself. You would see no one but Mlle. Mirkovics, who will tell her
mistress just as much or as little as she chooses.”
“Yes, the Mirkovics girl would face the devil and all his angels in
the Queen’s behalf,” said the Bishop, not perceiving with what
unpleasant company he was associating Colonel Czartoriski and himself;
“but,” he spoke lightly, “if this is the case, my conscience is clear.
I was merely desirous of warning her Majesty to keep her lover out of
harm’s way. Curiously enough, it is a fact that the pilgrims with whom
I hope to travel southwards from Haifa are extremely
enthusiastic--even fanatical--in their attachment to our holy and
orthodox faith.”
“True,” said Colonel Czartoriski, “and Count Mortimer is travelling
northwards from the Egyptian frontier. It would be sad indeed if he
met with any accident.”
“Nothing could be more lamentable,” agreed the Bishop. “In fact, I
feel it my duty to take precautions lest anything of the kind should
occur. The simple pilgrims may quite possibly have imbibed wrong ideas
of his doings, and I will therefore make a point of explaining his
true character to them. I need scarcely say that I shall warn them
expressly and in set terms against using any violence if they should
happen to find themselves in his neighbourhood.”
“The advice is only what might be expected from your Greatness,” said
Colonel Czartoriski gravely. “It would be too cruel if all the care
Count Mortimer has taken to divert suspicion from his
intentions--approaching his goal by such a lengthy route and such
gradual stages--were to be wasted.”
“And how sad it would be if Queen Ernestine were to see a dead body
carried into her convent, instead of welcoming a living lover!” cried
the Bishop, his teeth displayed in a smile that could only be called
wolfish.
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