Throughout the night there was little attempt at sleep in the Thetian camp. Long lines of men, relieved every two hours that they might work at the utmost speed, were busy in the valley digging entrenchments. Guns were being dragged up to the heights and signalling stations fixed. With dawn came a proclamation from the King freely issued about the camp.

At dawn a single horseman, attended by a small escort, galloped down from the shed where the light railway from Theos ended. General Dartnoff and a little group of officers stood in front of the former’s quarters.

“It is Reist at last,” one exclaimed.

But the General shook his head.

“It is the King,” he declared. “See he is riding his own horse.”

The old battle-cry rang like music in the King’s ears as he galloped down the lines. He was fair to look upon in the faint early sunlight, bronzed and manly, a born soldier with a dash of the enthusiast. The men, fresh from reading his proclamation, welcomed him with thunderous cheers. Their shouts rose to the skies, and Ughtred breathed more freely. For these were Reist’s men, and it was Reist’s place which he must fill.

“Your Majesty is welcome to the camp,” General Dartnoff said, saluting. “We were looking for the Duke of Reist.”

The King passed into the tent, and motioned the General and the other officers to follow them. Then he turned and faced them.

“General Dartnoff,” he said, “I regret to inform you that the Duke of Reist has resigned his command.”

Blank astonishment was written into their faces. The thing was incredible.

“I beg your Majesty’s pardon,” General Dartnoff said, with some hesitation, “but do we indeed hear you rightly? The Duke of Reist has resigned his command—in time of war—at such a time as this? Nicholas of Reist!”

“It is unfortunately true,” the King repeated.

“He is stricken with illness suddenly?” Dartnoff asked.

The King shook his head.

“I regret to say that the resignation of the Duke of Reist is due to a personal matter between myself and him, in which he considers himself aggrieved.”

There was a moment’s silence. Quick glances were exchanged amongst the officers. Dartnoff was sorely puzzled.

“It was Nicholas of Reist who brought you here,” he said, slowly. “It was his word and advice—which——”

“Which made me King,” Ughtred continued. “That is so. General Dartnoff and you, gentlemen, do not think that I treat this matter lightly. It has been a great blow to me—a great shock. But, listen. The Duke of Reist has no cause of offence against me whatever. He has been deceived and misled, and I have a fancy that Domiloff, who they say is still lurking about Theos, is concerned in it.”

The General’s face grew graver than ever.

“Nicholas of Reist,” he said, “would never stoop to secret dealings with such men as Domiloff.”

“I hope and believe not myself,” the King answered promptly. “But such men as Domiloff work in the dark indirectly, and some one has poisoned the mind of Nicholas of Reist against me. But listen. I repeat that the matter is a personal one. For the moment it can well be left where it is. I will promise you this. After the war if Theos still exists and I am alive I will meet the Duke of Reist before you, General Dartnoff, and any three of our countrymen whom you may select, and you shall judge between us. If you find that I am in the wrong my abdication shall be at your service. If you decide in my favour the Duke of Reist’s apology and his hand will be sufficient for me. But, remember, that to-day we stand before the destinies of Theos. For God’s sake do not let your loyalty or your faith in me be affected by this deeply-to-be-deplored incident. To do so would be to play into the hands of those who have poisoned the mind of the Duke of Reist against me. Give me your trust a little longer, I beg of you.”

General Dartnoff stood in front of his officers, and he did not hesitate. The cloud had passed from his face.

“Your Majesty,” he said. “We accept. Yet with your permission I would ask you this question. No man in Theos loves his country better than Nicholas of Reist. If he should desire to recall his words——?”

The King held out his hand.

“I would offer it to him,” he said, “as freely as I offer it now to you.”

The cloud passed in substance away. Metterbee—a senior officer—respectfully intervened.

“Your Majesty,” he said, “there is Reist’s command.”

The King looked around him.

“I am going to make one more demand upon your loyalty,” he said gravely. “General Dartnoff, it is my wish that you take over the command of the Duke of Reist’s corps. The chief command I am prepared to assume in person.”

General Dartnoff smiled.

“If your Majesty makes no more serious demands upon our loyalty than this he will be well served,” he answered. “There is no one more fit to command than you, sir. The present admirable disposition of our forces is yours, not mine; so far I have been no more than a figurehead. Your plan of entrenchments has been a revelation to all of us.”

There arose a little murmur of approval. Reist’s defection was amazing, but this was the man who alone could save Theos. Ughtred felt a glow of pride and gratitude as he shook hands with his chief officers.

“And now, General,” he said, “I must ask you to transfer your staff to me in order that I may give some instructions. The Turkish lines are clearly in view from our positions, I believe?”

The General bowed.

“We have reports every twenty minutes, your Majesty,” he answered. “Anything in the nature of a surprise is impossible.”

“Very well,” Ughtred said. “Now, General, will you let me have in the course of half-an-hour an escort of two hundred picked men. I am going to enter Solika.”

Dartnoff dispatched an officer with instructions. Then he turned to the King.

“Your Majesty is aware of the state of affairs within the walls?”

Ughtred nodded.

“Yes. I want the help of two or three residents of the city whose loyalty is above suspicion. Can you point out such to me?”

“More than two or three, I think, your Majesty,” Dartnoff answered. “I will give their names to the officer commanding your escort.”

Ughtred sat down at the head of the table.

“Let them bring some coffee then at once. In an hour I wish to start for Solika. The officers of my staff, and you, General Dartnoff, will please remain.”

Breakfast was brought, and Ughtred talked for a few minutes to them all. He then explained that during the campaign he desired to rank as General only, to be addressed as sir, to be treated as commanding officer, and not as King. For the most part the officers were Thetians and Austro-Thetians. Keen soldiers and well up to their work, for, in addition to their regular duties, the drilling of the armed population had also devolved upon them. Ughtred looked them over, and his heart grew lighter. They were a little rough perhaps, and somewhat uneasy at first in his presence, but honest men, and soldiers to the backbone.

Towards midday Solika awoke into a state of wild excitement. The King was at the Town Hall with many of the leading inhabitants, and extraordinary rumours were flying about. The civil populace was to be invited to bear arms, foreigners were to be expelled, a great blow was to be struck at the mixed population, whose loyalty was doubtful. Fact followed fast upon the heels of rumour. The little street cafÉs were thronged with eager groups, all studying a proclamation wet from the press. The station was thronged with trains. All strangers must quit Solika in twelve hours. All residents not naturalized must take the oath of allegiance and hold themselves ready to bear arms, or leave in twenty-four hours. Property would be respected as far as possible, but the war laws of Theos had known no modification for five hundred years, and on every wall appeared copies of the statute, and a schedule of treasonable practices, the penalty for which was death. Solika was in an uproar. A hasty but secret meeting of Russians was held at the house of the Consul. It was broken up by a detachment of soldiers, and every person there conducted in a guarded train to the frontier. Ughtred himself rode through the streets, and read in the faces of the angry crowds their extraction, and where their sympathy lay. There was scarcely a native Thetian there, for the men of Theos were excellent farmers and tillers of the land, but poor shopkeepers. Their wants were supplied by Jews and Russians, who robbed them regularly, and were only too ready now to welcome the coming of a richer race. Ughtred returned to the Town Hall, and knew that he had done well.

On the steps he stopped short. He was face to face with the man whom, more than any other, at that moment he desired to meet. It was Brand.