Complete Works of Bram Stoker (377 page)

And as the true defence consists in judicious attack, I have no doubt that an alliance so based must ultimately become one for all purposes.  Albania was the most difficult to win to the scheme, as her own complications with her suzerain, combined with the pride and suspiciousness of her people, made approach a matter of extreme caution.  It was only possible when I could induce her rulers to see that, no matter how great her pride and valour, the magnitude of northern advance, if unchecked, must ultimately overwhelm her.

I own that this map-making was nervous work, for I could not shut my eyes to the fact that German lust of enlargement lay behind Austria’s advance.  At and before that time expansion was the dominant idea of the three Great Powers of Central Europe.  Russia went eastward, hoping to gather to herself the rich north-eastern provinces of China, till ultimately she should dominate the whole of Northern Europe and Asia from the Gulf of Finland to the Yellow Sea.  Germany wished to link the North Sea to the Mediterranean by her own territory, and thus stand as a flawless barrier across Europe from north to south.

When Nature should have terminated the headship of the Empire-Kingdom, she, as natural heir, would creep southward through the German-speaking provinces.  Thus Austria, of course kept in ignorance of her neighbour’s ultimate aims, had to extend towards the south.  She had been barred in her western movement by the rise of the Irredentist party in Italy, and consequently had to withdraw behind the frontiers of Carinthia, Carniola, and Istria.

My own dream of the new map was to make “Balka”  —  the Balkan Federation  —  take in ultimately all south of a line drawn from the Isle of Serpents to Aquileia.  There would  —  must  —  be difficulties in the carrying out of such a scheme.  Of course, it involved Austria giving up Dalmatia, Istria, and Sclavonia, as well as a part of Croatia and the Hungarian Banat.  On the contrary, she might look for centuries of peace in the south.  But it would make for peace so strongly that each of the States impinging on it would find it worth while to make a considerable sacrifice to have it effected.  To its own integers it would offer a lasting settlement of interests which at present conflicted, and a share in a new world-power.  Each of these integers would be absolutely self-governing and independent, being only united for purposes of mutual good.  I did not despair that even Turkey and Greece, recognising that benefit and safety would ensue without the destruction or even minimising of individuality, would, sooner or later, come into the Federation.  The matter is already so far advanced that within a month the various rulers of the States involved are to have a secret and informal meeting.  Doubtless some larger plan and further action will be then evolved.  It will be an anxious time for all in this zone  —  and outside it  —  till this matter is all settled.  In any case, the manufacture of war material will go on until it is settled, one way or another.

RUPERT’S JOURNAL  — 
Continued
.

March
6, 1908.

I breathe more freely.  The meeting has taken place here at Vissarion.  Nominal cause of meeting: a hunting-party in the Blue Mountains.  Not any formal affair.  Not a Chancellor or Secretary of State or Diplomatist of any sort present.  All headquarters.  It was, after all, a real hunting-party.  Good sportsmen, plenty of game, lots of beaters, everything organised properly, and an effective tally of results.  I think we all enjoyed ourselves in the matter of sport; and as the political result was absolute unanimity of purpose and intention, there could be no possible cause of complaint.

So it is all decided.  Everything is pacific.  There is not a suggestion even of war, revolt, or conflicting purpose of any kind.  We all go on exactly as we are doing for another year, pursuing our own individual objects, just as at present.  But we are all to see that in our own households order prevails.  All that is supposed to be effective is to be kept in good working order, and whatever is, at present, not adequate to possibilities is to be made so.  This is all simply protective and defensive.  We understand each other.  But if any hulking stranger should undertake to interfere in our domestic concerns, we shall all unite on the instant to keep things as we wish them to remain.  We shall be ready.  Alfred’s maxim of Peace shall be once more exemplified.  In the meantime the factories shall work overtime in our own mountains, and the output shall be for the general good of our special community  —  the bill to be settled afterwards amicably.  There can hardly be any difference of opinion about that, as the others will be the consumers of our surplus products.  We are the producers, who produce for ourselves first, and then for the limited market of those within the Ring.  As we undertake to guard our own frontiers  —  sea and land  —  and are able to do so, the goods are to be warehoused in the Blue Mountains until required  —  if at all  —  for participation in the markets of the world, and especially in the European market.  If all goes well and the markets are inactive, the goods shall be duly delivered to the purchasers as arranged.

So much for the purely mercantile aspect.

THE VOIVODIN JANET MACKELPIE’S NOTES.

May
21, 1908.

As Rupert began to neglect his Journal when he was made a King, so, too, I find in myself a tendency to leave writing to other people.  But one thing I shall not be content to leave to others  —  little Rupert.  The baby of Rupert and Teuta is much too precious a thing to be spoken of except with love, quite independent of the fact that he will be, in natural course, a King!  So I have promised Teuta that whatever shall be put into this record of the first King of the Sent Leger Dynasty relating to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shall only appear in either her hand or my own.  And she has deputed the matter to me.

Our dear little Prince arrived punctually and in perfect condition.  The angels that carried him evidently took the greatest care of him, and before they left him they gave him dower of all their best.  He is a dear!  Like both his father and his mother, and that says everything.  My own private opinion is that he is a born King!  He does not know what fear is, and he thinks more of everyone else than he does of his dear little self.  And if those things do not show a truly royal nature, I do not know what does . . .

Teuta has read this.  She held up a warning finger, and said:

“Aunt Janet dear, that is all true.  He is a dear, and a King, and an angel!  But we mustn’t have too much about him just yet.  This book is to be about Rupert.  So our little man can only be what we shall call a corollary.”  And so it is.

I should mention here that the book is Teuta’s idea.  Before little Rupert came she controlled herself wonderfully, doing only what was thought best for her under the circumstances.  As I could see that it would be a help for her to have some quiet occupation which would interest her without tiring her, I looked up (with his permission, of course) all Rupert’s old letters and diaries, and journals and reports  —  all that I had kept for him during his absences on his adventures.  At first I was a little afraid they might harm her, for at times she got so excited over some things that I had to caution her.  Here again came in her wonderful self-control.  I think the most soothing argument I used with her was to point out that the dear boy had come through all the dangers safely, and was actually with us, stronger and nobler than ever.

After we had read over together the whole matter several times  —  for it was practically new to me too, and I got nearly as excited as she was, though I have known him so much longer  —  we came to the conclusion that this particular volume would have to be of selected matter.  There is enough of Rupert’s work to make a lot of volumes and we have an ambitious literary project of some day publishing an
edition de luxe
of his whole collected works.  It will be a rare showing amongst the works of Kings.  But this is to be all about himself, so that in the future it may serve as a sort of backbone of his personal history.

By-and-by we came to a part when we had to ask him questions; and he was so interested in Teuta’s work  —  he is really bound up body and soul in his beautiful wife, and no wonder  —  that we had to take him into full confidence.  He promised he would help us all he could by giving us the use of his later journals, and such letters and papers as he had kept privately.  He said he would make one condition  —  I use his own words: “As you two dear women are to be my editors, you must promise to put in everything exactly as I wrote it.  It will not do to have any fake about this.  I do not wish anything foolish or egotistical toned down out of affection for me.  It was all written in sincerity, and if I had faults, they must not be hidden.  If it is to be history, it must be true history, even if it gives you and me or any of us away.”

So we promised.

He also said that, as Sir Edward Bingham Trent, Bart.  —  as he is now  —  was sure to have some matter which we should like, he would write and ask him to send such to us.  He also said that Mr. Ernest Roger Halbard Melton, of Humcroft, Salop (he always gives this name and address in full, which is his way of showing contempt), would be sure to have some relevant matter, and that he would have him written to on the subject.  This he did.  The Chancellor wrote him in his most grandiloquent style.  Mr. E. R. H. Melton, of H., S., replied by return post.  His letter is a document which speaks for itself:

Humcroft, Salop,
May
30, 1908.

My dear cousin King Rupert,

I am honoured by the request made on your behalf by the Lord High Chancellor of your kingdom that I should make a literary contribution to the volume which my cousin, Queen Teuta, is, with the help of your former governess, Miss MacKelpie, compiling.  I am willing to do so, as you naturally wish to have in that work some contemporary record made by the Head of the House of Melton, with which you are connected, though only on the distaff side.  It is a natural ambition enough, even on the part of a barbarian  —  or perhaps semi-barbarian  —  King, and far be it from me, as Head of the House, to deny you such a coveted privilege.  Perhaps you may not know that I am now Head of the House; my father died three days ago.  I offered my mother the use of the Dower House  —  to the incumbency of which, indeed, she is entitled by her marriage settlement.  But she preferred to go to live at her seat, Carfax, in Kent.  She went this morning after the funeral.  In letting you have the use of my manuscript I make only one stipulation, but that I expect to be rigidly adhered to.  It is that all that I have written be put in the book
in extenso
.  I do not wish any record of mine to be garbled to suit other ends than those ostensible, or whatever may be to the honour of myself or my House to be burked.  I dare say you have noticed, my dear Rupert, that the compilers of family histories often, through jealousy, alter matter that they are allowed to use so as to suit their own purpose or minister to their own vanity.  I think it right to tell you that I have had a certified copy made by Petter and Galpin, the law stationers, so that I shall be able to verify whether my stipulation has been honourably observed.  I am having the book, which is naturally valuable, carefully packed, and shall have it forwarded to Sir Edward Bingham Trent, Baronet (which he now is  —  Heaven save the mark!), the Attorney.  Please see that he returns it to me, and in proper order.  He is not to publish for himself anything in it about him.  A man of that class is apt to advertise the fact of anyone of distinction taking any notice of him.  I would bring out the MS. to you myself, and stay for a while with you for some sport, only your lot  —  subjects I suppose you call them!  —  are such bounders that a gentleman’s life is hardly safe amongst them.  I never met anyone who had so poor an appreciation of a joke as they have.  By the way, how is Teuta?  She is one of them.  I heard all about the hatching business.  I hope the kid is all right.  This is only a word in your ear, so don’t get cocky, old son.  I am open to a godfathership.  Think of that, Hedda!  Of course, if the other godfather and the godmother are up to the mark; I don’t want to have to boost up the whole lot!  Savvy?  Kiss Teuta and the kid for me.  I must have the boy over here for a bit later on  —  when he is presentable, and has learned not to be a nuisance.  It will be good for him to see something of a real first-class English country house like Humcroft.  To a person only accustomed to rough ways and meagre living its luxury will make a memory which will serve in time as an example to be aimed at.  I shall write again soon.  Don’t hesitate to ask any favour which I may be able to confer on you.  So long!

Your affectionate cousin,
Ernest Roger Halbard Melton.

Extract from Letter from E. Bingham Trent to Queen Teuta of the Blue Mountains
.

. . . So I thought the best way to serve that appalling cad would be to take him at his word, and put in his literary contribution in full.  I have had made and attested a copy of his “Record,” as he calls it, so as to save you trouble.  But I send the book itself, because I am afraid that unless you see his words in his own writing, you will not believe that he or anyone else ever penned seriously a document so incriminating.  I am sure he must have forgotten what he had written, for even such a dull dog as he is could never have made public such a thing knowingly. . . Such a nature has its revenges on itself.  In this case the officers of revenge are his
ipsissima verba
.

RUPERT’S JOURNAL  — 
Continued
.

February
1, 1909.

All is now well in train.  When the Czar of Russia, on being asked by the Sclavs (as was meet) to be the referee in the “Balkan Settlement,” declined on the ground that he was himself by inference an interested party, it was unanimously agreed by the Balkan rulers that the Western King should be asked to arbitrate, as all concerned had perfect confidence in his wisdom, as well as his justice.  To their wish he graciously assented.  The matter has now been for more than six months in his hands, and he has taken endless trouble to obtain full information.  He has now informed us through his Chancellor that his decision is almost ready, and will be communicated as soon as possible.