Thy bargain is made thy throne offered the Turk Meets thee here. I know I have heard all, I say! MICHAEL. Damnation ! CONSTANTINE. Let it be I'm abused that a horror I dream; That a madness beset me; that truth is with thee; Thou hadst wiped from thy lips, rushing forth into night. "T is alone for thy country, the war for the Cross, Since when did a father endure to be told That his son sets his ears to the cracks of the door? Does the chief take his orderly's counsels in war? I deign no reply to thy insolent charge. Thou hast not now to learn that my frown means "Obey." This night at the post. To the fortress at once! Choose the path the most short! Get thee hence, boy, I say. In the weal of our land I am not to be taught. I have spoken. Return to thy post, sir. Obey! CONSTANTINE. It is true, then! No hideous dream of disgrace! The villainy ripe to its finish! I stay. MICHAEL. Thou darest? CONSTANTINE. Ay, father, thy wrath I can brook. It is love, yes, the last throbs of love for thyself That have drawn me to seek thee alone on these heights, To stand between thee and that hideous crime. Filial duty? Obedience unto my chief? To the winds with them both! In my heart rules one thought I would save thee to God must I render account I must rescue my country, must pluck thee from shame. Let the mountain heights glow with their fires! MICHAEL. No, by God! CONSTANTINE. O father, bethink thee! O father, beware! Thy plot and thyself and that woman most vile; I have pictured thy end at the gibbet, through me. that thy glory should take such dark flight. But at present I act as I must. Time is swift. I shall kindle yon signal, I say. Give me place! Calm the woes of thy country!-appease Heaven's wrath! A death on a scaffold, and tortures before. Think, think that my silence had meant for thee chains, O father, thou wilt not that I should regret! MICHAEL. Too late. Regret now to have saved thus my life. O son too devoted, best gained were thy wish Hadst thou told all hadst seen me a Judas, disgraced, Cut down by my soldiers before thine own eyes. The worse now for thee! Thy heart questions, disputes; Who has nothing foreseen, he can nothing prevent: I permit that no hand yonder beacon shall fire. CONSTANTINE. Thou wouldst yield, then, defenceless, our ancient frontier? Thou wilt suffer the Turk to make Europe his prey, To all Christendom's ruin MICHAEL. 'Tis ingrate to me. CONSTANTINE. And thy Christ, and thy God? MICHAEL. Has God made of me king? Spite of God, king I would be, will be ! CONSTANTINE. Say-perhaps. Oft a crown is too large for a traitorous head. It can suddenly prove a garrote - for the stake. MICHAEL. Thou insultest! The folly is passing all bounds! CONSTANTINE [in sudden emotion]. Ah yes, I am wrong! O my father, forgive! What I utter I know not; for aid I must call! To my help, then, O memories great of days sped, That the soldiers long dead on his battle-fields past In this hour know the crime unexampled he plots, That they whisper in dread, 'twixt themselves, 'neath the earth, Even now you repent all unwilling to leave See me cast at your feet, in last hope, in last prayer; You will catch up the torch, you will fire yon dry pile: As one burns into naught some foul herb, root and fruit: Of the night will bear off on its wings this dark dream In a whirlwind uproaring of sparks and of flame. MICHAEL. "T is enough, I say! Up! By all devils in hell, Of the hills and the plains of this land I'll be king! Ay, and crown my fair queen-be revenged on the priest. Thy heroics thou wastest-thy insolence too. When thou seest him tear with his talons the prey. vain sobs, vain prayers: Be sure once for all that thy childishness fails. While I live, no man kindles this signal to-night! CONSTANTINE. While thou livest! What word do I catch from thy mouth? While thou livest? O blocdy and terrible thought! In my brain is set loose worse than horror, than death! MICHAEL. I guess not thy meaning. Wouldst see me a corpse? CONSTANTINE. I dream in this moment that one thou-shouldst be By a doom full of shame, by the traitor's own fate! CONSTANTINE. Ah, I think, while we parley so long, Each instant that's spent makes accomplice of-me! I think of the duty that I must fulfil. MICHAEL. What "duty"? CONSTANTINE [with desperate resolution]. I say to myself that, unjust, I have wished from the chastisement-death-thee to save. A menace to all. And I have here my sword! MICHAEL [in horror]. Thou! Thy sword! CONSTANTINE. Yes, of old, without blemish, my blade Has known well how to stand between death and thy brow; Still witness to that is the wound that I bear But since such keen envy, such ignoble love, Have made of my hero a creature so base; Since to scorn of all men, toward the Turk thou dost turn, MICHAEL [drawing his sword in turn.] [He draws his sword.] My sword then behold! Christian Europe I keep, CONSTANTINE. 'Tis my land I defend you, 't is for treason alone that you draw. in quick combat. [Constantine leaps at his father. The swords cross for a moment Then Michael receives a stroke full in the breast and expires.] MICHAEL. Ah! CONSTANTINE. My God! What a deed! Parricide! [He dies. Be cursed! CONSTANTINE. First the signal! The fire to the pile! [He takes the torch and sets the signal blaze burning, which soon mounts high. Then gradually one sees far along the mountainchain the other signals flashing out, and alarm-guns begin to be heard below.] CONSTANTINE. O ye stars, eyes of God! Be the witnesses, ye! But before yonder corpse in the face of that flame, I dare to look up and to show you my soul. My father his country, his faith would betray. I have killed him, O stars! Have I sinned? Ye shall say! THE REPAYMENT. "I ADORE my son. He reminds me of my poor Julia and of my happy time. He is eight years of age and I take great care of him. I took him to this party and he helped, with the other boys, to strip the fir-tree loaded with sweets and toys. I looked on, sipping my tea, feeling happy in his mirth. Although I am without religion, I could not help reflecting on the delights of Christian society, procured by this feast-this children's feast in which the happiness of the young seemed to communicate innocence to the men of ripe age, or to old men who have more or less lost it. For the first time after many years since I began my feverish existence of a gambler and a rake, or my new life of very hard work - I felt something sweet and yet bitter softening my heart. "At this moment my boy, my little Toto, tired of playing and laughing, came and sat on my knee and settled himself to sleep. I had prepared a fine surprise for him for the next morning. I said: Dear boy, don't forget, before going to bed, to put your shoes in the chimney.' He opened his eyes languidly, saying, 'Oh, no fear! Do you know, papa, what I should like little Christmas to bring me? Well, a box of leaden soldiers: you know, soldiers in red trousers, as I used to see them alive in the garden, where my nurse used to take me |