The Shadow of Tyburn Tree

Seeing his puzzled look she smiled, and went on. 'Surely you realise that 'tis not the unhappy woman upstairs but myself who is the real Queen of Sweden.'

'In beauty, without question,' he said gallantly.

'Ah, and in power, too.' Her voice took on a haughty note, and her green eyes harrowed. 'There is not a Finnish noble in the land, and scarce a Swede, who would dare to disregard my wishes. How think you it comes about, otherwise, that we have been sitting here for over an hour, yet not one of the men to whom I promised a dance after midnight has had the temerity to claim me?'

'I had wondered at my good fortune in retaining you so long,' remarked Roger, still considerably mystified.

She shrugged again. 'With your back to the passageway between the palms you would not have noticed the people who have passed or approached us. Had Erik Yagerhorn not been a special pet of mine he would never have had the self-assurance to break in upon us in the way he did. But half-a-dozen others have discovered us here, .and one glance from me has been enough to inform them that I did not wish our tete-a- teteinterrupted, so they have withdrawn discreetly without a word.'

Roger bowed. 'Then, fairest of Queens, I am more favoured than I knew, and humbly thank you for it. Yet I am still at a loss to appre­hend whence comes your Royal status.'

Her dark, tapering eyebrows lifted in surprise. 'La! Monsieur! Even your having landed in Sweden but this morning is hardly excuse enough for such ignorance. Have I not told you that I am the daughter of the Russian Ambassador?'

This sounded to Roger as if the girl was suffering from la folie des grandeurs; yet he could not help but be impressed by the deference that her partners had shown in taking a mere glance as an order not to disturb her, and he felt that if he led her on there might be something worth knowing at the bottom of her strange pretensions, so he said with a smile: 'Forgive me, your Majesty; but I still fail to understand why your father should consider himself as of more import­ance than—er—let us say, Monsieur de Pons, or yourself than Madame la Marquise?'

'Then you are more stupid than I thought, Monsieur. The Empress Catherine being the greatest sovereign in the world, it follows that her Imperial Majesty's representatives are regarded as the equals of Prime Ministers, wherever they may be, and of a rank hardly less than those Sovereigns to whose courts they are accredited.'

''Tis not so in France, England or Holland,' Roger averred. 'Nor in any country in Southern Europe, as far as I am aware.'

Natalia Andreovna's green eyes went a little sullen, but she said stubbornly: 'Well, 'tis so in the North. When my uncle, Count Stackelberg, was Ambassador at Warsaw, he always treated the Polish King, Stanislas Augustus, as an inferior and would not even stand up when he came into the room. Here too, although my father shows King Gustavus a reasonable politeness, he stands no nonsense from him; and does not hesitate to hammer the King's table with his fist when he is presenting a demand on behalf of her Imperial Majesty.'

'You intrigue me greatly, Madame; but I must confess my surprise that King Gustavus should submit to such treatment. If I were he I should be tempted to send your father home.'

'No doubt he would like to, but he dare not,' she sneered. 'And 'tis clear you know little of Swedish politics to suggest it.'

'I know nothing,' Roger admitted, 'and would be grateful for enlightenment.'

'You will know at least that for the half-century preceding Gustavus's ascension of the throne, the Kings of Sweden were but puppets, entirely under the control of an oligarchy; and that in 1772, just a year after he became King, he carried out a coup d'etatby which he put a curb- upon their power and became in theory an autocratic monarch?'

'Yes, I have heard tell of that swift and bloodless revolution. For a young Prince of twenty-six, he appears to have carried it through with remarkable skill and resolution; but I thought that he had made himself abolute in fact.'

She shook her head. 'He has all the appearance of a despot with­out the actual power. His mistake lay in the new Constitution he gave Sweden, which he wrote himself. He gave his pledge that he would never alter it, and although, by it, he reassumed many of the prero­gatives of the ancient monarchy, he also bound himself not to do cer­tain things without the consent of his Riksdag. For example, he not only allowed them to retain the purse-strings of the nation but solemnly undertook not to engage in an offensive war without their agreement. To Russia the knowledge that her north-west frontier cannot be attack­ed without the consent of the Swedish parliament is worth an Army Corps.'

'You mean because the obtaining of such an assent would give her ample warning of Sweden's hostile intentions?'

'Not only that. Russia controls the Riksdagand so could ensure its veto.'

'How so, Madame?'

'You will have heard of the Caps and the Hats?' 'They were the two great political parties of Sweden, were they not? But I had thought that King Gustavus abolished both on his seizure of power.'

'He forbade the use of the terms, but the parties still exist. The nicknames arose, I am told, from Old Count Horn, who was Prime Minister of Sweden some sixty years ago, being dubbed a 'Night-cap' from' the sleepy, unambitious policy that he pursued. His opponents, a group of vigorous, warlike young nobles, then adopted the soubriquet'Hats' from the tricornes that they wore. In due course the Hats got the upper hand, and financed by France, made war on Russia. The war proved disastrous for Sweden and gradually the power of the Hats declined. In the meantime Russia had begun to finance the nobles of the Cap party in secret and they in turn came to power. The pendulum has oscillated a little since; but the Caps still take their orders from Petersburg, and the leading Hats are still the pensioners of France. And France, having in recent years become Russia's ally, no longer disputes her policies in the Baltic, but instructs her Swedish bondmen to dance to Russia's tune. So you see now why nine-tenths of the Swedish nobility look, not to their King, but to my father, as their suzerain.'

Roger 'saw' in no unmistakable fashion, and was appalled to learn that Sweden, the only possible bulwark in the north of the new Triple Alliance, was so riddled with venal treachery.

Without waiting for an answer Natalia Andxeovna added: 'As for the Finns, they have long been bitterly resentful of Swedish despot­ism. In the event of war, Gustavus would find himself hard put to it to prevent his Finnish levies from going over to Russia, and offering to liberate their country in order that they might lay it at the feet of the Empress. Therefore, whatever ambitions Gustavus may cherish in secret, he can do little to further them at the expense of Russia, unless he is prepared to defy his Riksdag and jeopardise his crown.'

It was just such intelligence of the way the Russians saw things, garnered from the highest sources, that Mr. Pitt had foreseen that Roger, in his character of a well-bred, wealthy, young idler, might be able to pick up; and as Natalia Andreovna clearly knew what she was talking about he would have liked to continue the conversation for much longer. But, rising to her feet and shaking out her wide, star-spangled skirts, she said with a smile: 'And now, Monsieur, for one evening I have given you a more than fair measure of my time; so you may take me back to the ballroom, that I may dance with a few of my beaux before I go home.'

Roger was too tactful to seek to detain her; but, as he escorted her upstairs he pressed her to give him an early opportunity of seeing her again, and she said that he might present himself at her salonon Thursday evening. They had hardly reached the ballroom before half-a-dozen men came up and formed a little court round her, so with one last, meaning look straight into her green eyes, he bowed himself away.

It was now past two o'clock. Queen Sophia Magdalena had already left and many of the older guests were leaving. As the party no longer held any interest for Roger he decided to go too, and, having made his adieu to his pretty hostess, he went downstairs again and had his hired coach called up to the door.

As it rumbled back towards the city he felt that he had ample cause to congratulate himself on the fruits of his first night in Sweden. In it he had accomplished more than during the whole of the fifteen days he had spent in Denmark; as the good relations he had established with the French Ambassador's wife and the Russian Ambassador's daughter could not possibly have been bettered for his purpose.

He smiled to himself a little as he thought of the familiarities he had so boldly taken with Natalia, and wondered if he would have dared to do so had he then known that she was regarded as a semi-royalty. All unknowing he had taken a big risk, for had she been of a different temperament she might have held it against him