Princess Maritza

Princess Maritza, by Percy
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PRINCESS MARITZA
[Illustration]

PRINCESS MARITZA
By PERCY BREBNER
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY

To V. F. G.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
-PLAYING TRUANT

CHAPTER II.
-MONSIEUR DE FROILETTE
CHAPTER III.
-THE WOMAN IN THE SILK MASK
CHAPTER IV.
-THE COURT OF STURATZBERG
CHAPTER V.
-Two VISITORS
CHAPTER VI.
-FRINA MAVRODIN'S GUEST
CHAPTER VII.
-THE TIME ARRIVES
CHAPTER VIII.
-THE IRON BRACELET
CHAPTER IX.
-THE DUEL
CHAPTER X.
-THE FOLLY OF A SOLDIER
CHAPTER XI.

-IN THE BOIS
CHAPTER XII.
-GRIGOSIE
CHAPTER XIII.
-THE CASTLE IN THE HILLS
CHAPTER XIV.
-THE TOKEN IS DELIVERED
CHAPTER XV.
-THE RACE FOR LIFE
CHAPTER XVI.
-THE TRAITOR
CHAPTER XVII.
-THE TRUE WORTH OF BARON PETRESCU
CHAPTER XVIII.
-SIX LOYAL MEN
CHAPTER XIX.
-IN DESPERATE STRAITS
CHAPTER XX.
-TREACHERY OR SACRIFICE

CHAPTER XXI.
-THE RESCUE
CHAPTER XXII.
-IN VASILICI'S STRONGHOLD
CHAPTER XXIII.
-THE TEMPTATION OF FRINA MAVRODIN
CHAPTER XXIV.
-HOW MARITZA ENTERED STURATZBERG
CHAPTER XXV.
-'TWIXT LOVE AND PITY
CHAPTER XXVI.
-REBELLION
CHAPTER XXVII.
-IN PURPLE AND RED AND GOLD
CHAPTER XXVIII.
-THE DIPLOMACY OF LORD CLOVERTON
CHAPTER XXIX.
-AFTER WAR--PEACE
CHAPTER I.

PLAYING TRUANT

A breezy morning after a night of rain. Fleecy clouds, some in massive
folds and fantastic shape, some in small half-transparent wisps like
sunlit ghosts, were driven rapidly across the blue. Hurrying shadows
flecked the swelling bosom of the downs, and where the grass was long
it rippled like a green sea, making rustling music. Overhead the larks
fluttering upward, ever-diminishing specks to the empyrean, carolled
their joyous song, and a thousand perfumes filled the air. It was a
morning to live in, to enjoy, to take into one's lungs in deep,
intoxicating draughts, until the sorrows of life and its cares were
forgotten; a morning that lent strong wings to ambition, filling the
future with hope and the promise of realized desires.
Something of the aspect of the morning was reflected in the face of the
man who stoutly climbed the downs against the wind. He was above
the average height, but did not give the impression of being tall. His
frame was well knit and muscular; strength and power of endurance
above the common were evident in every movement; and there was a
quiet determination in his face which proclaimed him one of those who
would be likely to succeed in anything he undertook, no matter what
dangers and difficulties might stand in his path, one who would march
straight forward to his object even as he breasted the downs this
morning. Most men would have pronounced him handsome, judging, as
men ever do, by build and muscle; women might have hesitated to give
an opinion in spite of the well-cut, clean-shaven face, and the dark blue
eyes which never looked away from a person with whom their
possessor talked. Perhaps there was a want of sympathy in the face, a
certain lack of that gentle deference which so appeals to women in a
man, that silent recognition of the woman's power which is so pleasant
to her.
Desmond Ellerey had had little to do with women. He did not pretend
to understand them, and it had never occurred to him that there was any
reason why he should strive to do so. He had experienced pleasant
moments in their company, but one woman was pretty much the same

as another to him, and it is quite certain that no such thing as a faded
flower, or a glove, or love token of any kind held a place among his
treasures.