The blare of trumpets smote once more upon his ear, and hordes of jewel-decked Asiatics swept along before the pompous military representatives of the Empress, who wears the Crown of the Seas.
There was a quickening of "Love's extinguished embers" as he lived over again the moment, when "side by side, with England's pride," he rode with his sword lowered in knightly salute before the clustered banners of the Imperial military throne.

And the hour of his fate sounded when the eyes of a woman rested upon him in a mute appeal! Their glances told him all.
For, then and there, the young officer had seen the wonderful beauty of the woman who had lured him on and then, in after days, sold his unstained soul to shame! A fair-faced Lilith, her glowing beauty enshrined in all the borrowed splendor of majesty, a woman of gleaming golden hair, a later, all too willing, Guenevere! The soft subtle invitation of her eyes of sapphire blue had called him to her side, in that unspoken pact which needs no words! He was her slave from the first moment! With a last pang of his quivering heart, Hawke recalled the sly skill of the faithless wife who had drawn the young officer into her net, for the passing amusement of her idle hours! Too late he knew all the artful craft of his being bidden to the Grand Ball, of the "veiled interest" which had "detailed him, for special duty," of the self-protecting maneuvers which had placed him on the staff of the faded valetudinarian general who had given his spotless name to the woman whose lava heart glowed under a snowy bosom.

It was the wreck of a soul! And then, with a gasp, he recalled his mad fever to win every honor under her glowing eyes.

The forgotten deeds of desperate valor--all useless now, and stained forever with the bar sinister of his treason.
He shuddered at the unforgotten delights of the hour when they had met in her seraglio bower of shaded luxury, and "the fairest of Laocoons" had answered his passionate whisper, "Stoop down and seem to kiss me ere I die," with the faltered words: "Alan, you are all the world to me!" Fondly blind, he had drifted along in a Fool's Paradise, at her bidding, until the crash came! He never knew the military Sir Modred, who had betrayed the open secret, but his blood boiled when he recalled the cruel abandonment to the rage of a jealous and awakened spouse! All in vain had been his manly sacrifice to save the woman whom he had loved more than life.

He had cast away every protection for himself.
Duped and tricked, he had remained mute before the storm of abuse heaped on him by the General, and his papers sent in, at a momentary summons, had carried him in dishonor out of the band of laureled soldier knights, to dream no more "the dream that martial music weaves!" And the smiling woman Judas tricked him to the very last! How hollow her faith, how lying the mute pleading of her eyes, he knew now, for had he not paused at the door for one despairing glance of farewell, to hear her murmur to her placated lord: "After all your goodness to him, to dare to offer me insult! You have punished him rightly, but, he is a fascinating traitor, after all!" Deprived of his sword, shunned by his associates, and lingering near her in hopes of the last interview pledged him by her lying eyes, he had only been undeceived when he vainly tried to reach her carriage for a last farewell on a star-lit lonely drive.
The cold cutting accent of her voice smote him as the edge of a sword.
"Drive on, Johnson!" she sharply cried.