[The Velvet Glove by Henry Seton Merriman]@TWC D-Link bookThe Velvet Glove CHAPTER XII 1/16
IN A STRONG CITY Amedeo, as the world knows, landed at Carthagena to be met by the news that Prim was dead.
The man who had summoned him hither to assume the crown, he who alone in all Spain had the power and the will to maintain order in the riven kingdom, had himself been summoned to appear before a higher throne.
"There will be no republic in Spain while I live," Prim had often said.
And Prim was dead. "Every dog has his day," a deputy sneeringly observed to the Marshall himself a few hours before he was shot, in response to Prim's plain-spoken intention of striking with a heavy hand all those who should manifest opposition to the Duke of Aosta. So Amedeo of Spain rode into his capital one snowy day in January, 1871, carrying high his head and looking down with courageous, intelligent eyes upon the faces of the people who refused to cheer him, as upon a sea of hidden rocks through which he must needs steer his hazardous way without a pilot. Before receiving the living he visited the dead man who may be assumed to have been honest in his intention, as he undoubtedly proved himself to be brave in action; the best man that Spain produced in her time of trouble. Among the first to bow before the King were the two Sarrions, and as they returned into an anteroom they came face to face with Evasio Mon, waiting his turn there. "Ah!" said Sarrion, who did not seem to see the hand that Mon had half extended, "I did not know that you were a courtier." "I am not," replied Mon; "but I am here to see whether I am too old to learn." He turned towards Marcos with his pleasant smile, but did not attempt the extended hand here. "I shall take a lesson from Marcos," he said. Marcos made no reply, but passed on.
And Mon, turning on his heel, looked after him with a sudden misgiving, like one who hears the sound of a distant drum. "Judging from the persons in his immediate vicinity, our friend has money in his pocket," said Sarrion, as they descended those palace stairs which had streamed with blood a few years earlier. "Or promises in his mouth.
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