"They only want me to prove my identity," said Heideck composedly, in order to calm the young lady."I hope that they will let me free after examining my passports.""Certainly they must let you go!" she cried, almost passionately.
"It would be against all the laws of nations if they were to do you any harm.But how shall I endure the uncertainty as to your fate?""I shall come back here at once, as soon as it is possible for me to do so.""Yes, yes! I beseech you, do not leave me a second longer than you are obliged.I have not as yet had time to thank you."The Russian officer showed such manifest signs of impatience that Heideck no longer hesitated to follow him.
The way that he had to go was not long.He was taken to a house close by, over whose gate the words "School of Arts" were sculptured in the stone.He had only to wait a short while in the hall, when before him there opened the door of a room on the ground floor, adorned with sculptures, in which a number of officers sat at a long table.To Heideck it was at once clear that he was to be tried before a court-martial.A few very downcast-looking men had just been led out.The officer who presided turned over the papers which lay before him, and then, casting a sharp look at Heideck, spoke a few words with his comrades.
"Who are you?" he asked in English, with a decided Russian accent, which was difficult to understand.
Heideck, who also spoke in English, answered shortly and clearly, and laid his passport, which he always carried in the breast-pocket of his coat as his most valuable possession in ease of emergency, before the Colonel.
As soon as he had read it, the President said in perfect German--"You are, then, no Englishman, but a German? What are you doing here in India?""I am travelling for the firm of Heideck, in Hamburg.""In business? Really? Is it part of your business to fight against Russia?""No! and I have not done so."
"You deny, then, that you took part in yesterday's battle?""As a combatant, yes! There were other reasons which led me to the battlefield.""You only went as a spectator? Didn't it occur to you that, under the circumstances, this might be very dangerous for you?""I have personal relations with several gentlemen in the English army, and these relations made it necessary for me to visit them during the battle."The Colonel turned to a young officer standing a little distance away--"Lieutenant Osarov, is it true that you recognised in this man, when he was brought in here last night, a person whom you saw in an English square during the progress of the battle?""Yes, Colonel, I did!" was the decided reply."I recognise him now quite clearly.He was riding a black horse, and dashed off when we broke into the square."Heideck perceived that it would be useless to deny the fact, in the face of this direct evidence, and his military honour would, in any case, not have permitted him to do so.
"What the lieutenant has said is quite correct," he answered, anticipating the Colonel's question; "but I did not take part in the fighting.As a friend of Colonel Baird, who was killed, I kept as long as possible close to him, so as to be able to bring his relations, who were left behind in Lahore, tidings of his fate and of the issue of the battle.""You, a foreigner, were armed in the English square.Since you confess this much, we need not trouble ourselves with further proceedings.You, gentlemen, will all agree that we should treat him, according to martial law, as a traitor?"The last words were addressed to the other judges, and, with a silent bow, they declared their assent.
"Since you, a citizen of a nation not at war with us, have fought in the ranks of our enemies, the Court must therefore sentence you to death.The judgment of the Court will be at once carried into effect.Have you anything to say?"Heideck was as though stunned.It appeared to him as though a black veil was drawn across the world; and a sharp pang of grief shot through him as he reflected that he would never see Edith again, and that she would in vain wait for him for ever.
Then his pride was roused.No one should call him cowardly or timid.
"Is it possible to appeal against the judgment of this court-martial?" he asked, looking firmly at the Colonel.
"No!"
"Then I must, of course, submit to your sentence, but I protest both against the procedure of the Court and against the judgment you have pronounced."His protest evidently did not make the slightest impression.
"Have you drawn up the execution warrant?" the Colonel said, turning to the secretary.He then appended his signature and handed it to one of the attendant Cossacks.
"Lead the prisoner away."
Two of the soldiers took Heideck between them, and he followed them with a proud, erect bearing, without saying a word more.Amidst the rain of bullets on the battlefield he had not felt the least trace of fear; but the thought of being led like an animal to the slaughter-house, filled him with horror.All the same a power he had hitherto not discovered, sustained him.The new danger awoke in him new vigour of soul and spirit.
The Cossacks conducted him a long way on the road which leads from Anar Kali to the Meean Meer cantonment.Heideck looked about him and observed the changes that had taken place in Lahore, just like a traveller who already in spirit lives in the new world that he intends to visit and who looks upon familiar objects as something strange.Everywhere he saw small detachments of cavalry, who were preserving order.Only faint clouds of smoke still marked the place of the fire in the city, which had evidently been extinguished.The splendid gardens of Donald Town, through which their way led, the agricultural plantations, and Lawrence Park wore the same aspect as in the time of profoundest peace.
