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We have another hunting-party at Vissarion next week.  Teuta is looking forward to it with extraordinary interest.  She hopes then to present to our brothers of the Balkans our little son, and she is eager to know if they endorse her mother-approval of him.

RUPERT’S JOURNAL  — 
Continued
.

April
15, 1909.

The arbitrator’s decision has been communicated to us through the Chancellor of the Western King, who brought it to us himself as a special act of friendliness.  It met with the enthusiastic approval of all.  The Premier remained with us during the progress of the hunting-party, which was one of the most joyous occasions ever known.  We are all of good heart, for the future of the Balkan races is now assured.  The strife  —  internal and external  —  of a thousand years has ceased, and we look with hope for a long and happy time.  The Chancellor brought messages of grace and courtliness and friendliness to all.  And when I, as spokesman of the party, asked him if we might convey a request of His Majesty that he would honour us by attending the ceremony of making known formally the Balkan Settlement, he answered that the King had authorized him to say that he would, if such were wished by us, gladly come; and that if he should come, he would attend with a fleet as an escort.  The Chancellor also told me from himself that it might be possible to have other nationalities represented on such a great occasion by Ambassadors and even fleets, though the monarchs themselves might not be able to attend.  He hinted that it might be well if I put the matter in train.  (He evidently took it for granted that, though I was only one of several, the matter rested with me  —  possibly he chose me as the one to whom to make the confidence, as I was born a stranger.)  As we talked it over, he grew more enthusiastic, and finally said that, as the King was taking the lead, doubtless all the nations of the earth friendly to him would like to take a part in the ceremony.  So it is likely to turn out practically an international ceremony of a unique kind.  Teuta will love it, and we shall all do what we can.

JANET MACKELPIE’S NOTES.

June
1, 1909.

Our dear Teuta is full of the forthcoming celebration of the Balkan Federation, which is to take place this day month, although I must say, for myself, that the ceremony is attaining to such dimensions that I am beginning to have a sort of vague fear of some kind.  It almost seems uncanny.  Rupert is working unceasingly  —  has been for some time.  For weeks past he seems to have been out day and night on his aeroplane, going through and round over the country arranging matters, and seeing for himself that what has been arranged is being done.  Uncle Colin is always about, too, and so is Admiral Rooke.  But now Teuta is beginning to go with Rupert.  That girl is simply fearless  —  just like Rupert.  And they both seem anxious that little Rupert shall be the same.  Indeed, he is the same.  A few mornings ago Rupert and Teuta were about to start just after dawn from the top of the Castle.  Little Rupert was there  —  he is always awake early and as bright as a bee.  I was holding him in my arms, and when his mother leant over to kiss him good-bye, he held out his arms to her in a way that said as plainly as if he had spoken, “Take me with you.”

She looked appealingly at Rupert, who nodded, and said: “All right.  Take him, darling.  He will have to learn some day, and the sooner the better.”  The baby, looking eagerly from one to the other with the same questioning in his eyes as there is sometimes in the eyes of a kitten or a puppy  —  but, of course, with an eager soul behind it  —  saw that he was going, and almost leaped into his mother’s arms.  I think she had expected him to come, for she took a little leather dress from Margareta, his nurse, and, flushing with pride, began to wrap him in it.  When Teuta, holding him in her arms, stepped on the aeroplane, and took her place in the centre behind Rupert, the young men of the Crown Prince’s Guard raised a cheer, amid which Rupert pulled the levers, and they glided off into the dawn.

The Crown Prince’s Guard was established by the mountaineers themselves the day of his birth.  Ten of the biggest and most powerful and cleverest young men of the nation were chosen, and were sworn in with a very impressive ceremony to guard the young Prince.  They were to so arrange and order themselves and matters generally that two at least of them should always have him, or the place in which he was, within their sight.  They all vowed that the last of their lives should go before harm came to him.  Of course, Teuta understood, and so did Rupert.  And these young men are the persons most privileged in the whole Castle.  They are dear boys, every one of them, and we are all fond of them and respect them.  They simply idolize the baby.

Ever since that morning little Rupert has, unless it is at a time appointed for his sleeping, gone in his mother’s arms.  I think in any other place there would be some State remonstrance at the whole royal family being at once and together in a dangerous position, but in the Blue Mountains danger and fear are not thought of  —  indeed, they can hardly be in their terminology.  And I really think the child enjoys it even more than his parents.  He is just like a little bird that has found the use of his wings.  Bless him!

I find that even I have to study Court ritual a little.  So many nationalities are to be represented at the ceremony of the “Balkan Settlement,” and so many Kings and Princes and notabilities of all kinds are coming, that we must all take care not to make any mistakes.  The Press alone would drive anyone silly.  Rupert and Teuta come and sit with me sometimes in the evening when we are all too tired to work, and they rest themselves by talking matters over.  Rupert says that there will be over five hundred reporters, and that the applications for permission are coming in so fast that there may be a thousand when the day comes.  Last night he stopped in the middle of speaking of it, and said:

“I have an inspiration!  Fancy a thousand journalists,  —  each wanting to get ahead of the rest, and all willing to invoke the Powers of Evil for exclusive information!  The only man to look after this department is Rooke.  He knows how to deal with men, and as we have already a large staff to look after the journalistic guests, he can be at the head, and appoint his own deputies to act for him.  Somewhere and sometime the keeping the peace will be a matter of nerve and resolution, and Rooke is the man for the job.”

We were all concerned about one thing, naturally important in the eyes of a woman: What robes was Teuta to wear?  In the old days, when there were Kings and Queens, they doubtless wore something gorgeous or impressive; but whatever it was that they wore has gone to dust centuries ago, and there were no illustrated papers in those primitive days.  Teuta was talking to me eagerly, with her dear beautiful brows all wrinkled, when Rupert who was reading a bulky document of some kind, looked up and said:

“Of course, darling, you will wear your Shroud?”

“Capital!” she said, clapping her hands like a joyous child.  “The very thing, and our people will like it.”

I own that for a moment I was dismayed.  It was a horrible test of a woman’s love and devotion.  At a time when she was entertaining Kings and notabilities in her own house  —  and be sure they would all be decked in their finery  —  to have to appear in such a garment!  A plain thing with nothing even pretty, let alone gorgeous, about it!  I expressed my views to Rupert, for I feared that Teuta might be disappointed, though she might not care to say so; but before he could say a word Teuta answered:

“Oh, thank you so much, dear!  I should love that above everything, but I did not like to suggest it, lest you should think me arrogant or presuming; for, indeed, Rupert, I am very proud of it, and of the way our people look on it.”

“Why not?” said Rupert, in his direct way.  “It is a thing for us all to be proud of; the nation has already adopted it as a national emblem  —  our emblem of courage and devotion and patriotism, which will always, I hope, be treasured beyond price by the men and women of our Dynasty, the Nation, that is  —  of the Nation that is to be.”

Later on in the evening we had a strange endorsement of the national will.  A “People’s Deputation” of mountaineers, without any official notice or introduction, arrived at the Castle late in the evening in the manner established by Rupert’s “Proclamation of Freedom,” wherein all citizens were entitled to send a deputation to the King, at will and in private, on any subject of State importance.  This deputation was composed of seventeen men, one selected from each political section, so that the body as a whole represented the entire nation.  They were of all sorts of social rank and all degrees of fortune, but they were mainly “of the people.”  They spoke hesitatingly  —  possibly because Teuta, or even because I, was present  —  but with a manifest earnestness.  They made but one request  —  that the Queen should, on the great occasion of the Balkan Federation, wear as robes of State the Shroud that they loved to see her in.  The spokesman, addressing the Queen, said in tones of rugged eloquence:

“This is a matter, Your Majesty, that the women naturally have a say in, so we have, of course, consulted them.  They have discussed the matter by themselves, and then with us, and they are agreed without a flaw that it will be good for the Nation and for Womankind that you do this thing.  You have shown to them, and to the world at large, what women should do, what they can do, and they want to make, in memory of your great act, the Shroud a garment of pride and honour for women who have deserved well of their country.  In the future it can be a garment to be worn only by privileged women who have earned the right.  But they hope, and we hope with them, that on this occasion of our Nation taking the lead before the eyes of the world, all our women may wear it on that day as a means of showing overtly their willingness to do their duty, even to the death.  And so”  —  here he turned to the King  —  “Rupert, we trust that Her Majesty Queen Teuta will understand that in doing as the women of the Blue Mountains wish, she will bind afresh to the Queen the loyal devotion which she won from them as Voivodin.  Henceforth and for all time the Shroud shall be a dress of honour in our Land.”

Teuta looked all ablaze with love and pride and devotion.  Stars in her eyes shone like white fire as she assured them of the granting of their request.  She finished her little speech:

“I feared that if I carried out my own wish, it might look arrogant, but Rupert has expressed the same wish, and now I feel that I am free to wear that dress which brought me to you and to Rupert”  —  here she beamed on him, and took his hand  —  “fortified as I am by your wishes and the command of my lord the King.”

Rupert took her in his arms and kissed her fondly before them all, saying:

“Tell your wives, my brothers, and the rest of the Blue Mountain women, that that is the answer of the husband who loves and honours his wife.  All the world shall see at the ceremony of the Federation of Balka that we men love and honour the women who are loyal and can die for duty.  And, men of the Blue Mountains, some day before long we shall organise that great idea, and make it a permanent thing  —  that the Order of the Shroud is the highest guerdon that a noble-hearted woman can wear.”

Teuta disappeared for a few moments, and came back with the Crown Prince in her arms.  Everyone present asked to be allowed to kiss him, which they did kneeling.

THE FEDERATION BALKA.

By the Correspondents of
“
Free America
.”

The Editors of
Free America
have thought it well to put in consecutive order the reports and descriptions of their Special Correspondents, of whom there were present no less than eight.  Not a word they wrote is omitted, but the various parts of their reports are placed in different order, so that, whilst nothing which any of them recorded is left out, the reader may be able to follow the proceedings from the various points of view of the writers who had the most favourable opportunity of moment.  In so large an assemblage of journalists  —  there were present over a thousand  —  they could not all be present in one place; so our men, in consultation amongst themselves, arranged to scatter, so as to cover the whole proceeding from the various “coigns of vantage,” using their skill and experience in selecting these points.  One was situated on the summit of the steel-clad tower in the entrance to the Blue Mouth; another on the “Press-boat,” which was moored alongside King Rupert’s armoured yacht,
The Lady
, whereon were gathered the various Kings and rulers of the Balkan States, all of whom were in the Federation; another was in a swift torpedo-boat, with a roving commission to cruise round the harbour as desired; another took his place on the top of the great mountain which overlooks Plazac, and so had a bird’s-eye view of the whole scene of operations; two others were on the forts to right and left of the Blue Mouth; another was posted at the entrance to the Great Tunnel which runs from the water level right up through the mountains to the plateau, where the mines and factories are situate; another had the privilege of a place on an aeroplane, which went everywhere and saw everything.  This aeroplane was driven by an old Special Correspondent of
Free America
, who had been a chum of our Special in the Japanese and Russian War, and who has taken service on the Blue Mountain
Official Gazette
.

Plazac,
June
30, 1909.

Two days before the time appointed for the ceremony the guests of the Land of the Blue Mountains began to arrive.  The earlier comers were mostly the journalists who had come from almost over the whole inhabited world.  King Rupert, who does things well, had made a camp for their exclusive use.  There was a separate tent for each  —  of course, a small one, as there were over a thousand journalists  —  but there were big tents for general use scattered about  —  refectories, reading and writing rooms, a library, idle rooms for rest, etc.  In the rooms for reading and writing, which were the work-rooms for general use, were newspapers, the latest attainable from all over the world, Blue-Books, guides, directories, and all such aids to work as forethought could arrange.  There was for this special service a body of some hundreds of capable servants in special dress and bearing identification numbers  —  in fact, King Rupert “did us fine,” to use a slang phrase of pregnant meaning.