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done what lies in his power for a
countrywoman, makes his adieu and
retires. A court official, brisk and
courteous, takes me in charge.
"His Majestyis ready." A mo
ment's walk brings-ois to the royal
sudy. The eozanai opens the door;
the grand equerry bows and retires.
A" big, sunlit room, book lined, fur
nished in strong, dark colors, several
deqp, low, leather chairs, an im
mense may trailing across a table, all
about a rigidly limited collection of
marble fragments, Signed photo
graphs, military souvenirs. I pause
by the door to make the first court
esy. The king strides from his table
desk to shake hands!
And I note the king in his. study
is more simply uniformed than any
man in HIS palace!
Constantine of Greece, now at the
vigorous age of forty-five, is tall as
a lance and as straight. His long
'headend .gray eyes indicate his Dan
ish blbod, his womanly lower Up and'
unexpected dimples are an inherit
ance from his Russian mother. His
English is salted with the idioms of
an American collegian, rapped out
in the curt enunciation of one accus
tomed to command.
"You want me to talk of our war?
Mademoiselle, I am a soldier not an
orator," he began. "But I can say
this: We Greeks have won our recent
glorious victory because each soldier
believed victory, or defeat, depended
on. him! None fought for hire. Greeks
came from Attica and Thermopylae,
from the Caucasus and America.
"Each loved our little Greece with
all his heart! Every man knew he
was needed. Compared with the
beefy Bulgarians, they seemed to me
small, of light weight, immature,
only they were old ,in endurance.
Bizani, for instance, was taken by
waiting lying on mountain tops,
with snow to drink and corn to gnaw,
while salt fish, curdled milk, hard
bread and a few cloves of garlic--that
was a feast!
"My men are soldiers. But not
like the Turks or the Bulgars! No
Greek has it in him to commit atroci
ties to slay and pillage or worse.
"At Nigrita my soldiers dug forty
victims from a pit, old men and wo
men, some of them half alive! Near
Doxato, Bulgar troops surrounded a
hill where Capt Cordale later found
babies' bodies lanced through and
"It is estimated that Bulgarians
have massacred in one year between
450,000 and 500,000peaceful non
combatants men, women and chil
dren. Not a village through which .
they passed but was looted and par
The king's jaw squared. His closed
fist smote the table nervously as if
he hesitated to voice a horrid-mem-ory.
His majesty's easy courtesy
tempted me to speak. Every soldier
knows that when the royal commander-in-chief
sent -his men into a
desperate cdl-de-sac , the crown
prince of Greece went with them. 1
mentioned the incidnt. The mobile
lips were firm, but the gray eyes
"My sons, being officers, belonged
to the army. They are Greeks and
nothing else," commented the king.
"My eldest son was nearly killed
at Yanina. An exploding shell broke
his -wrist watch also nipped his ear.
By the mercy of God he was not
wounded. His brother did very well,
too. The third stayed at home. His
mother thought him too young for
the-field." The father heaved a sigh
of retrospection. ,
"How old is Prince Paul?" .(
Again that honest, self-accusing,
smile: "Eleven," confessed his Ma-.
"They tell me you went to Russia
for the eBilis case. Well, I think that
ritual murder charge a shame yes,
ridiculous. Public opinion will not
stand for it It is.too late in the day
for such superstition. We Greeks
want no such 'news.' I have forbid-