CHAPTER V.
THE TRUE FATA MORGANA.
In the royal chamber, before a table covered with papers, sat the King
and his secretary. Grave, sullen, and taciturn, there was little in the
habitual manner of Philip the Third that could betray to the most
experienced courtier the outward symptoms of favour or caprice.
Education had fitted him for the cloister, but the necessities of
despotism had added acute cunning to slavish superstition. The business
for which Calderon had been summoned was despatched, with a silence
broken but by monosyllables from the king, and brief explanations from
the secretary; and Philip, rising, gave the signal for Calderon to
retire. It was then that the king, turning a dull but steadfast eye upon
the marquis, said, with a kind of effort, as if speech were painful to
him,
"The prince left me but a minute before your entrance--have you seen him
since your return?"
"Your majesty, yes. He honoured me this morning with his presence."
"On state affairs?"
Your majesty knows, I trust, that your servant treats of state affairs
only with your August self, or your appointed ministers."
"The prince has favoured you, Don Roderigo."
"Your majesty commanded me to seek that favour."
"It is true. Happy the monarch whose faithful servant is the confidant
of the heir to his crown!"
"Could the prince harbour one thought displeasing to your majesty, I
think I could detect and quell it at its birth. But your majesty is
blessed in a grateful son."
"I believe it. His love of pleasure decoys him from ambition--so it
should be. I am not an austere parent. Keep his favour, Don Roderigo;
it pleases me. Hast thou offended him in aught?"
"I trust I have not incurred so great a misfortune."
"He spoke not of thee with his usual praises--I noticed it. I tell thee
this that thou mayest rectify what is wrong. Thou canst not serve me
more than by guarding him from all friendships save with those whose
affection to myself I can trust. I have said enough."
"Such has ever been my object. Bat I have not the youth of the prince,
and men speak ill of me, that, in order to gain his confidence, I share
in his pursuits."
"It matters not what they say of thee. Faithful ministers are rarely
eulogised by the populace or the court. Thou knowest my mind: I repeat,
lose not the prince's favour." Calderon bowed low, and withdrew. As he
passed through the apartments of the palace, he crossed a gallery, in
which he perceived, stationed by a window, the young prince and his own
arch-foe, the Duke d'Uzeda. At the same instant, from an opposite door,
entered the Cardinal-Duke de Lerma; and the same unwelcome conjunction of
hostile planets smote the eyes of that intriguing minister. Precisely
because Uzeda was the duke's son was he the man in the world whom the
duke most dreaded and suspected.
Whoever is acquainted with the Spanish comedy will not fail to have
remarked the prodigality of intrigue and counter-intrigue upon which its
interest is made to depend. In this, the Spanish comedy was the faithful
mirror of the Spanish life, especially in the circles of a court. Men
lived in a perfect labyrinth of plot and counter-plot. The spirit of
finesse, manoeuvre, subtlety, and double-dealing pervaded every family.
Not a house that was not divided against itself.
As Lerma turned his eyes from the unwelcome spectacle of such sudden
familiarity between Uzeda and the heir-apparent--a familiarity which it
had been his chief care to guard against--his glance fell on Calderon.
He beckoned to him in silence, and retired, unobserved by the two
confabulators, through the same door by which he had entered. Calderon
took the hint, and followed him. The duke entered a small room, and
carefully closed the door.
"How is this, Calderon?" he asked, but in a timid tone, for the weak old
man stood in awe of his favourite. "Whence this new and most ill-boding
league?"
"I know not, your eminence; remember that I am but just returned to
Madrid: it amazes me no less than it does your eminence."
"Learn the cause of it, my good Calderon: the prince ever professed to
hate Uzeda. Restore him to those feelings thou art all in all with his
highness! If Uzeda once gain his ear, thou art lost."
"Not so," cried Calderon, proudly. "My service is to the king; I have a
right to his royal protection, for I have a claim on his royal
gratitude."
"Do not deceive thyself," said the duke, in a whisper. "The king cannot
live long: I have it from the best authority, his physician; nor is this
all--a formidable conspiracy against thee exists at court. But for
myself and the king's confessor, Philip would consent to thy ruin. The
strong hold thou hast over him is in thy influence with the Infanta--
influence which he knows to be exerted on behalf of his own fearful and
jealous policy; that influence gone, neither I nor Aliaga could suffice
to protect thee. Enough! Shut every access to Philip's heart against
Uzeda." Calderon bowed in silence, and the duke hastened to the royal
cabinet.
"What a fool was I to think that I could still wear a conscience!"
muttered Calderon, with a sneering lip; "but, Uzeda, I will baffle thee
yet."
The next morning, the Marquis de Siete Iglesias presented himself at the
levee of the prince of Spain.
Around the favourite, as his proud stature towered above the rest,
flocked the obsequious grandees. The haughty smile was yet on his lip
when the door opened and the prince entered. The crowd, in parting
suddenly, left Calderon immediately in front of Philip; who, after gazing
on him sternly for a moment, turned away, with marked discourtesy, from
the favourite's profound reverence, and began a low and smiling
conversation with Gonsalez de Leon, one of Calderon's open foes.
The crowd exchanged looks of delight and surprise; and each or the
nobles, before so wooing in their civilities to the minister, edged
cautiously away.
His mortification had but begun. Presently Uzeda, hitherto almost a
stranger to those apartments, appeared; the prince hastened to him, and
in a few minutes the duke was seen following the prince into his private
chamber. The sun of Calderon's favour seemed set. So thought the
courtiers: not so the haughty favourite. There was even a smile of
triumph on his lip--a sanguine flush upon his pale cheek, as he turned
unheeding from the throng, and then entering his carriage, regained his
home.
He had scarcely re-entered his cabinet, ere, faithful to his appointment,
Fonseca was announced.
"What tidings, my best of friends?" exclaimed the soldier.
Calderon shook his head mournfully.
"My dear pupil," said he, in accents of well-affected sympathy, "there is
no hope for thee. Forget this vain dream--return to the army. I can
promise thee promotion, rank, honours; but the hand of Beatriz is beyond
my power."
"How?" said Fonseca, turning pale and sinking into a seat. "How is this?
Why so sudden a change? Has the queen--"
"I have not seen her majesty; but the king is resolved upon this matter:
so are the Inquisition. The Church complains of recent and numerous
examples of unholy and im politic relaxation of her dread power. The
court dare not interfere. The novice must be left to her own choice."
"And there is no hope?"
"None! Return to the excitement of thy brave career."
"Never!" cried Fonseca, with great vehemence. "If, in requital of all my
services--of life risked, blood spilt, I cannot obtain a boon so easy to
accord me, I renounce a service in which even fame has lost its charm.
And hark you, Calderon, I tell you that I will not forego this pursuit.
So fair, so innocent a victim shall not be condemned to that living tomb.
Through the walls of the nunnery, through the spies of the Inquisition,
love will find out its way; and in some distant land I will yet unite
happiness and honour. I fear not exile; I fear not reverse; I no longer
fear poverty itself. All lands, where the sound of the trumpet is not
unknown, can afford career to the soldier, who asks from Heaven no other
boon but his mistress and his sword."
"You will seek to abstract Beatriz, then?" said Calderon, calmly and
musingly. "Yes--it may be your best course, if you take the requisite
precautions. But can you see her? can you concert with her?"
"I think so. I trust I have already paved the way to an interview.
Yesterday, after I quitted thee, I sought the convent; and, as the chapel
is one of the public sights of the city, I made my curiosity my excuse.
Happily, I recognised in the porter of the convent an old servitor of my
father's; he had known me from a child--he dislikes his calling--he will
consent to accompany our flight, to share our fortunes: he has promised
to convey a letter from me to Beatriz, and to transmit to me her answer."
"The stars smile on thee, Don Martin. When thou hast learned more,
consult with me again. Now, I see a way to assist thee."
