The duke began to grow somewhat uneasy under the knowledge displayed by Zabern. In his previous contests with the wily Pole he had always come off second-best. Was Zabern again to triumph over him? "You talk boldly, marshal," he said with a supercilious smile, "but I think I shall win my roubles." So saying he passed on with his company. "Humph!" muttered Radzivil, gloomily, "it's quite clear that, vexed with the princess for excluding him from the cabinet, he will now throw in his lot with the Opposition." "Therein appearing in his true colors," replied Zabern. "There he walks, a would-be sovereign, attended by a would-be court. _Carpe diem, Bora, carpe diem!_ Enjoy your brief span of existence! The 15th of September next will see your end." "The 15th of September?" repeated Dorislas. "That is the day of the princess's coronation." "True; and if I rightly forecast the future, Dorislas, the duke will not outlive that day." CHAPTER XIII THE FATE OF THE APPROPRIATION BILL By a singular turn of circumstances the day on which the fate of the Appropriation Bill was to be decided, and possibly with that bill the fate of Czernova itself, was likewise the day appointed for the annual review of the Czernovese army. This marshalling of troops took place in a spacious plain a few miles to the north of Slavowitz, and was presided over by the princess herself. The muster fell considerably short of that of the previous year, due to the fact that many of the troops were engaged in the duty of keeping guard over the numerous monasteries of Czernova. Still, in spite of absentee regiments, the review was a fine sight, even in the eyes of Paul, accustomed as he was to much more striking displays. His frequent expressions of admiration gave pleasure to Barbara, who had been somewhat dreading his criticism, anticipating that he, as a tried soldier, might disparage the merits of an army, whose mettle had never yet been tested in actual battle. A peculiar and significant feature of the scene was the proximity of the Convent of the Transfiguration, which overlooked the place of the review. Barbara's landau was drawn up almost within the shadow of its gray Gothic towers. The weird chant of the monks, that dirge which had never ceased day or night for fifty years, was clearly audible, mingling with the more stirring and martial sounds without, and contributing to impress Paul with the curious character of Czernovese civilization. The precincts of this convent were patrolled by sentinels whom the Diet had sent thither to prevent any removal of monastic treasures on the part of ecclesiastics who might feel tempted to evade the provisions of the pending bill.