LIBRARY THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SANTA BARBARA PRESENTED BY MRS. DONALD KELLOGG UCSB LIBRARY THE PRISONER OF ZENDA Being the History of Three Months in the Life of an English Gentleman BY ANTHONY HOPE TTCUtb five futl=pagc flllustcationa BY CHARLES DANA GIBSON And a view and plan of the castlt of ZenOt BY HOWARD INCE NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1894, 1898, 1921, BY HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY 3HAFTER I. THE RASSENDYLLS WITH A WORD ON THE ELPHBERGS., ..... i II. CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR... 13 III. A MERRY EVENING WITH A DISTANT REL- ATIVE 27 IV. THE KING KEEPS His APPOINTMENT 43 V. THE ADVENTURES OF AN UNDERSTUDY..., 56 f I. THE SECRET OF A CELLAR 70 VII. His MAJESTY SLEEPS IN STRELSAU...* 83 VIII. A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER.... 96 IX. A NEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE 112 X. A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN 128 XI. HUNTING A VERY BIG BOAR 143 XII. I RECEIVE A VISITOR AND BAIT A HOOK.. 158 XIII. AN IMPROVEMENT ON JACOB'S LADDER..., 172 XIV. A NIGHT OUTSIDE THE CASTLE 186 XV. I TALK WITH A TEMPTER.., 199 XVI. A DESPERATE PLAN ..... 213 XVII. YOUNG RUPERT'S MIDNIGHT DIVERSIONS.. 227 XVIII. THE FORCING OF THE TRAP 240 XIX. FACE TO FACE IN THE FOREST.... 252 XX, THE PRISONER AND THE KING....... ...coo, 265 XXI. IF LOVE WERE ALL?....., . 280 XXIL PRESENT, PAST AN^ FUTURE?,......... ... w LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE THE CASTLE OF ZENDA Frontispiece PLAN OF THE CASTLE OF ZENDA 28 " IF HE'S RED HE'S RIGHT !" 61 " I HANDED FLAVIA DOWN THE BROAD MABBI.E STAIRS ". 139 "THE FELLOW'S STORY WAS RUDELY TOLD" 181 " COME ON ! COME ON, MAN ! " 248 " IT WAS ALWAYS You, NEVER THE KING ! " 286 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. CHAPTER I. THE RASSENDYLLS WITH A WORD ON THE ELPH- BERGS. " I WONDER when in the world you're going to do anything, Rudolf? " said my brother's wife. " My dear Rose," I answered, laying down my egg-spoon, " why in the world should I do any- thing? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one's income is ever quite sufficient, you know). I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother-in-law to that most charm- ing lady his countess. Behold, it is enough! " " You are nine-and-twenty," she observed, " and you've done nothing but " " Knock about? It is true. Our family doesn't need to do things." This remark of mine rather annoyed Rose, for THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. everybody knows (and therefore there can be no harm in referring to the fact) that, pretty and ac- complished as she herself is, her family is hardly of the same standing as the Rassendylls. Besides her attractions, she possessed a large fortune, and my brother Robert was wise enough not to mind about her ancestry. Ancestry is, in fact, a matter con- cerning which the next observation of Rose's has some truth. " Good families are generally worse than any others," she said. Upon this I stroked my hair: I knew quite well what she meant. " I'm so glad Robert's is black! " she cried. At this moment Robert (who rises at seven and works before breakfast) came in. He glanced at his wife: her cheek was slightly flushed; he patted it caressingly. " What's the matter, my dear? " he asked. " She objects to my doing nothing and having red hair," said I in an injured tone. " Oh! of course he can't help his hair," admitted Rose. THE RASSENDYLLS. 3 " It generally crops out once in a generation," said my brother. " So does the nose. Rudolf has got them both." " I wish they didn't crop out," said Rose, still flushed. " I rather like them myself," said I, and, rising, I bowed to the portrait of Countess Amelia. My brother's wife uttered an exclamation of im patience. " I wish you'd take that picture away, Robert," said she. " My dear! " he cried. "Good Heavens!" I added. " Then it might be forgotten," she continued. "Hardly with Rudolf about," said Robert, shaking his head. " Why should it be forgotten? " I asked* " Rudolf! " exclaimed my brother's wife, blusli- ing very prettily. I laughed, and went on with my egg. At least I had shelved the question of what (if anything) I ought to do. And by way of closing the discus- sion and also, I must admit, of exasperating my t THE PRISONER OF ZhNLJA. strict little sister-in-law a trifle more I ob- served: " I rather like being an Elphberg myself." When I read a story I skip the explanations; yet the moment I begin to write one I find that I must have an explanation. For it is manifest that I must explain why my sister-in-law was vexed with my nose and hair, and why I ventured to call my- self an Elphberg. For, eminent as, I must protest, the Rassendylls have been for many generations, yet participation in their blood of course does not, at first sight, justify the boast of a connection with the grander stock of the Elphbergs or a claim to be one of that royal house. For what relationship is there between Ruritania and Burlesdon, between the palace at Strelsau or the castle of Zenda and No. 305 Park Lane, W.? Well, then and I must premise that I am going, perforce, to rake up the very scandal which my dear Lady Burlesdon wishes forgotten in the year J 733 George II. sitting then on the throne, peace reigning for the moment, and the king and the Prince of Wales being not yet at loggerheads, there THE RASSENDYLLS. 5 came on a visit to the English court a certain prince, who was afterward known to history as Rudolf the Third of Ruritania. The prince was a tall, handsome young fellow, marked (maybe marred, it is not for me to say) by a somewhat un= usually long, sharp, and straight nose, and a mass of dark-red hair in fact, the nose and the hair which have stamped the Elphbergs time out of mind. He stayed some months in England, where he was most courteously received; yet in the end he left rather under a cloud. For he fought a due\ (it was considered highly well bred of him to waive all question of his rank) with a nobleman, well known in the society of the day, not only for his own merits, but as the husband of a very beautiful wife. In that duel Prince Rudolf received a severe wound, and recovering therefrom, was adroitly smuggled off by the Ruritanian ambassador, who had found him a pretty handful. The nobleman was not wounded in the duel ; but the morning be- ing raw and damp on the occasion of the meeting, he contracted a severe chill, and failing to throw if off, he died some six months after the departure 6 THE PRISONER OF ZEND*. of Prince Rudolf, without having found leisure to adjust his relations with his wife who after an- other two months bore an heir to the title and estates of the family of Burlesdon. This lady was the Countess Amelia, whose picture my sister-in- law wished to remove from the drawing room in Park Lane; and her husband was James, fifth Earl of Burlesdon and twenty-second Baron Rassendyll, both in the peerage of England, and a Knight of Iftie Garter. As for Rudolf, he went back to Ruri- tania, married a wife, and ascended the throne, whereon his progeny in the direct line have sat from then till this very hour with one short in- terval. And, finally, if you walk through the pic- ture galleries at Burlesdon, among the fifty por- traits or so of the last century and a half you will find five or six, including that of the sixth earl, dis- tinguished by long, sharp, straight noses and a quantity of dark-red hair; these five or six have also blue eyes, whereas among the Rassendylls dark eyes are the commoner. That is the explanation, and I am glad to have finished it: the blemishes on honorable lineage are THE RASSENDYLLS. f a delicate subject, and certainly this heredity we hear so much about is the finest scandalmonger in the world; it laughs at discretion, and writes strange entries between the lines of the " Peer- age." It will be observed that my sister-in-law, with a want of logic that must have been peculiar to her- self (since we are no longer allowed to lay it to the charge of her sex), treated my complexion almost as an offense for which I was responsible, hasten ing to assume from that external sign inward quali- ties of which I protest my entire innocence; and this unjust inference she sought to buttress by pointing to the uselessness of the life I had led. Well, be that as it may, I had picked up a good deal of pleasure and a good deal of knowledge. I had been to a German school and a German university, and spoke German as readily and perfectly as Eng- lish; I was thoroughly at home in French; I had a smattering of Italian, and enough Spanish to swear by. I was, I believe, a strong, though hardly a fine, swordsman and a good shot. I could ride anything that had a back to sit on; and my $ THE PRISONER OF ZEND4. was as cool a one as you could find, for all its flam- ing cover. If you say that I ought to have spent my time in useful labor I am out of court and have nothing to say, save that my parents had no busi- ness to leave me two thousand pounds a year and a roving disposition. " The difference between you and Robert," said my sister-in-law, who often (bless her!) speaks on a platform, and oftener still as if she were on one, " is that he recognizes the duties of his position, and you only see the opportunities of yours." " To a man of spirit, my dear Rose," I answered, " opportunities are duties." " Nonsense! " said she, tossing her head; and after a moment she went on: "Now here's Sir Jacob Borrodaile offering you exactly what you might be equal to." " A thousand thanks! " I murmured. " He's to have an embassy in six months, and Robert says he is sure that he'll take you as an attache. Do take it, Rudolf to please me." Now when my sister-in-law puts the matter in that way, wrinkling her pretty brows, twisting her THE R4SSENDYLLS. 9 little hands, and growing wistful in the eyes, all on account of an idle scamp like myself, for whom she has no natural responsibility, I am visited with compunction. Moreover, I thought it possible that I could pass the time in the position suggested with some tolerable amusement. Therefore I said: " My dear sister, if in six months' time no unfore seen obstacle has arisen, and Sir Jacob invites me, hang me if I don't go with Sir Jacob ! " " O Rudolf, how good of you! I am glad! " " Where's he going to? " " He doesn't know yet; but it's sure to be a good embassy." " Madame," said I, " for your sake I'll go if it's no more than a beggarly legation. When I do a thing I don't do it by halves." My promise, then, was given; but six months are six months, and seem an eternity, and inasmuch as they stretched between me and my prospective industry (I suppose attaches are industrious; but I know not, for I never became attache to Sir Jacot or to anybody else) I cast about for some de-sirablfe mode of spending them. And it occurred to me !K> THE PRISONER OF ZEND*. suddenly that I would visit Ruritania. It may seem strange that I had never visited that country yet; but my father (in spite of a sneaking fondness for the Elphbergs, which led him to give me, his sec* ond son, the famous Elphberg name of Rudolf) had always been averse to my going, and since his death my brother, prompted by Rose, had accepted the family tradition which taught that a wide berth was to be given to that country. But the moment Ruritania had come into my head I was eaten up irith curiosity to see it. After all, red hair and long noses are not confined to the House of Elphberg, and the old story seemed a preposterously insuffi- cient reason for debarring myself from acquaint- ance with a highly interesting and important king- dom, one which had played no small part in Euro- pean history, and might do the like again under the sway of a young and vigorous ruler, such as the new king was rumored to be. My determination was clinched by reading in The Times that Rudolf the Fifth was to be crowned at Strelsau in the lourse of the next three weeks, and that great mag- aificence was to mark the occasion. At once I THE RASSENDYLLS. It made up my mind to be present, and began my preparations. But inasmuch as it has never been my practice to furnish my relatives with an itinerary of my journeys, and in this case I antici- pated opposition to my wishes, I gave out that I was going for a ramble in the Tyrol an old haunt of mine and propitiated Rose's wrath by declaring that I intended to study the political and social problems of the interesting community which dwells in that neighborhood. " Perhaps," I hinted darkly, " there may be an outcome of the expedition." " What do you mean? " she asked. " Well," said I carelessly, " there seems a gap that might be filled by an exhaustive work on " " Oh! will you write a book ?" she cried, clap- ping her hands. " That would be splendid, wouldn't it, Robert? " " It's the best of introductions to political life nowadays," observed my brother, who has, by the way, introduced himself in this manner several times over. Burlesdon on " Ancient Theories and X3 THE PRISONER. OF ZENDA, Modern Facts " and " The Ultimate Outcome," toy a Political Student, are both works of recognized eminence. " I believe you are right, Bob, my boy," said I. " Now promise you'll do it," said Rose earnestly, " No, I won't promise; but if I find enough ma- terial I will." " That's fair enough," said Robert. " Oh! material doesn't matter," she said, pouting. But this time she could get no more than a quali- fied promise out of me. To tell the truth, I would have wagered a handsome sum that the story of my expedition that summer would stain no paper and spoil not a single pen. And that shows how little we know what the future holds; for here I am, fulfilling my qualified promise, and writing, as I never thought to write, a book though it will hardly serve as an introduction to political life, and has not a jot to do with the Tyrol. Neither would it, I fear, please Lady Burlesdon, if I were to submit it to her critical eye a step which I have no intention of taking. CHAPTER II. CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR. IT was a maxim of my Uncle William's that no man should pass through Paris without spending four-and-twenty hours there. My uncle spoke out of a ripe experience of the world, and I honored his advice by putting up for a day and a night at The Continental on my way to the Tyrol. I called on George Featherly at the embassy, and we had a bit of dinner together at Durand's, and after- ward dropped in to the Opera; and after that we had a little supper, and after that we called on Ber- tram Bertrand, a versifier of some repute and Paris correspondent to The Critic. He had a very com- fortable little suite of rooms, and we found some pleasant fellows smoking and talking. It struck me, however, that Bertram himself was absent and in low spirits, and when everybody except our- selves had gone I rallied him on his moping pre* 14 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. occupation. He fenced with me for a while, but at last, flinging himself on a sofa, he exclaimed: " Very well; have it your own way. I am in love infernally in love! " " Oh, you'll write the better poetry," said I by way of consolation. He ruffled his hair with his hand and smoked furiously. George Featherly, standing with his back to the mantelpiece, smiled unkindly. " If it's the old affair," said he, " you may as well throw it up, Bert. She's leaving Paris to-morrow." " I know that," snapped Bertram. " Not that it would make any difference if she stayed," pursued the relentless George. " She flies higher than the paper trade, my boy! " " Hang her! " said Bertram. " It would make it more interesting for me," I ventured to observe, " if I knew who you were talking about." " Antoinette Mauban," said George. " De Mauban," growled Bertram. " Oho! " said I, passing by the question of the de. " You don't mean to say, Bert " CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR. 15 " Can't you let me alone? " " Where's she going to? " I asked, for the lady was something of a celebrity. George jingled his money, smiled cruelly at poof Bertram, and answered pleasantly: " Nobody knows. By the way, Bert, I met a great man at her house the other night at least, about a month ago. Did you ever meet him the Duke of Strelsau? " " Yes, I did," growled Bertram. " An extremely accomplished man, I thought him." It was not hard to see that George's references to the duke were intended to aggravate poor Bertram's sufferings, so that I drew the inference that the duke had distinguished Mme. de Mauban by his attentions. She was a widow, rich, hand- some, and, according to repute, ambitious. It was quite possible that she, as George put it, was flying as high as a personage who was everything he could be short of enjoying a strictly royal rank: for the duke was the son of the late King of Ruri- tania by a second and morganatic marriage, and 16 THE PRISONER. OF ZENDA. half brother to the new king. He had been his father's favorite, and it had occasioned some un- favorable comment when he had been created a duke, with a title derived from no less a city than the capital itself. His mother had been of good, but not exalted, birth. " He's not in Paris now, is he? " I asked. " Oh, no! He's gone back to be present at the king's coronation; a ceremony which, I should say, he'll not enjoy much. But, Bert, old man, don't despair! He won't marry the fair Antoinette at least, not unless another plan comes to nothing. Still, perhaps, she " He paused and added with a laugh : " Royal attentions are hard to resist you know that, don't you, Rudolf? " " Confound you! " said I; and, rising, I left the hapless Bertram in George's hands and went home to bed. The next day George Featherly went with me to the station, where I took a ticket for Dresden. " Going to see the pictures?" asked George, with a grin. George is an inveterate gossip, and had I told CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR. 17 him that I was off to Ruritania the news would have been in London in three days and in Park Lane in a week. I was therefore about to return an evasive answer when he saved my conscience by leaving me suddenly and darting- across the plat- form. Following him with my eyes, I saw him lift his hat and accost a graceful, fashionably dressed woman who had just appeared from the booking office. She was perhaps a year or two over thirty, tall, dark, and of rather full figure. As George talked, I saw her glance at me, and my vanity was hurt by the thought that, muffled in a fur coat and a neck wrapper (for it was a chilly April day) and wearing a soft traveling hat pulled down over my ears, I must be looking very far from my best. A moment later George rejoined me. " You've got a charming traveling companion," he said. " That's poor Bert Bertrand's goddess, Antoinette de Mauban, and, like you, she's going to Dresden also, no doubt, to see the pictures. It's very queer, though, that she doesn't at present rtesire the honor of your acquaintance." 18 THE PRISONER OF ZEND*. " I didn't ask to be introduced," I observed, a little annoyed. " Well, I offered to bring you to her; but she said, ' Another time.' Never mind, old fellow, perhaps there'll be a smash, and you'll have a chance of rescuing her and cutting out the Duke of Strelsau!" No smash, however, happened, either to me or to Mme. de Mauban. I can speak for her as con- fidently as for myself; for when, after a night's rest in Dresden, I continued my journey she got into the same train. Understanding that she wished to be let alone, I avoided her carefully, but I saw that she went the same way as I did to the very end of my journey, and I took opportunities of having a good look at her, when I could do so unobserved. As soon as we reached the Ruritanian frontier (where the old officer who presided over the cus- tomhouse favored me with such a stare that I felt surer than before of my Elphberg physiognomy) I bought the papers, and found in them news which affected my movements. For some reason, which was not clearly explained and seemed to be some- CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR. *9 thing of a mystery, the date of the coronation had been suddenly advanced, and the ceremony was to take place on the next day but one. The whole country seemed in a stir about it, and it was evi- dent that Strelsau was thronged. Rooms were all let and hotels overflowing; there would be very little chance of my obtaining a lodging, and I should certainly have to pay an exorbitant charge for it. I made up my mind to stop at Zenda, a small town fifty miles short of the capital, and about ten from the frontier. My train reached there in the evening; I would spend the next day, Tuesday, in a wander over the hills, which were said to be very fine, and in taking a glance at the famous castle, and go over by train to Strelsau on the Wednesday morning, returning at night to sleep at Zenda. Accordingly at Zenda I got out, and as the train passed where I stood on the platform, I saw my friend Mme. de Mauban in her place; clearly she was going through to Strelsau, having, with more providence than I could boast, secured apartments there. I smiled to think how surprised George ao THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. Featherly would have been to know that she and I had been follow-travelers for so long. I was very kindly received at the hotel it was really no more than an inn kept by a fat old lady and her two daughters. They were good, quiet people, and seemed very little interested in the great doings at Strelsau. The old lady's hero was the duke, for he was now, under the late king's will, master of the Zenda estates and of the castle, which rose grandly on its steep hill at the end of the val- ley, a mile or so from the inn. The old lady, in- deed, did not hesitate to express her regret that the duke was not on the throne instead of his brother. " We know Duke Michael," said she. " He has always lived among us; every Ruritanian knows Duke Michael. But the king is almost a stranger; he has been so much abroad not one in ten knows him even by sight." " And now," chimed in one of the young women, " they say he has shaved off his beard, so that no one at all knows him." "Shaved his beard!" exclaimed her mother. " Who says so? " CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR. 2 a " Johann, the duke's keeper. He has seen the. king." "Ah, yes! The king, sir, is now at the duke's shooting lodge in the forest here; from here he goes to Strelsau to be crowned on Wednesday morning." I was interested to hear this, and made up my mind to walk next day in the direction of the lodge on the chance of corning across the king. The old lady ran on garrulously: " Ah ! and I wish he would stay at his shooting that and wine (and one thing more) are all he loves, they say and suffer our duke to be crowned on Wednesday. That I wish, and I don't care who knows it." " Hush, mother! " urged the daughters. "Oh, there's many to think as I do! " cried the old woman stubbornly. I threw myself back in my deep armchair and laughed at her zeal. " For my part," said the younger and prettier oi the two daughters, a fair, buxom, smiling wendh 9 " I hate Black Michael! A red Elphberg for me. ** THE PRISONER OF ZEND/t. mother! The king, they say, is as red as a fox 01 as " And she laughed mischievously as she cast a glance at me, and tossed her head at her sister's re- proving face. " Many a man has cursed this red hair before now," muttered the old lady and I remembered James, fifth Earl of Burlesdon. " But never a woman! " cried the girl. " Ay, and women, when it was too late," was the stern answer, reducing the girl to silence and blushes. " How comes the king here? " I asked, to break an embarrassed silence. " It is the duke's land here, you say." " The duke invited him, sir, to rest here till Wednesday. The duke is at Strelsau, preparing the king's reception." " Then they're friends? " " None better," said the old lady. But my rosy damsel tossed her head again; she was not to be repressed for long, and she broke wit again: CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR, 23 "Aye, they love one another as men do who want the same place and the same wife! " The old woman glowered; but the last words pricked my curiosity, and I interposed before she could begin scolding: " What, the same wife, too! How's that, young lady? " " All the world knows that Black Michael well, then, mother, the duke would give his soul to marry his cousin, the Princess Flavia, and that she is to be the queen." " Upon my word," said I, " I begin to be sorry for your duke. But if a man will be a younger son, why, he must take what the elder leaves, and be as thankful to God as he can; " and, thinking of myself, I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. And then I thought also of Antoinette de Mauban and her journey to Strelsau. " It's little dealing Black Michael has with -" began the girl, braving her mother's anger; but as she spoke a heavy step sounded on the floor, and a gruff voice asked in a threatening tone: ** THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. " Who talks of ' Black Michael ' in his Highness 5 own burgh? " The girl gave a little shriek, half of fright half, I think, of amusement. " You'll not tell of me, Johann? " she said. " See where your chatter leads," said the old lady. The man who had spoken came forward. " We have company, Johann," said my hostess, and the fellow plucked off his cap. A moment later he saw me, and to my amazement he started back a step, as though he had seen something won- derful. " What ails you, Johann? " asked the elder girl. " This is a gentleman on his travels, come to see the coronation." The man had recovered himself, but he was star- ing at me with an intense, searching, almost fierce glance. " Good-evening to you," said I. " Good-evening, sir," he muttered, still scrutin- izing me, and the merry girl began to laugh as she called: CONCERNING THE COLOR OF MEN'S HAIR, 2 "See, Johann, it is the color you love! He started to see your hair, sir. It's not the color we see most of here in Zenda." " I crave your pardon, sir," stammered the fel- low, with puzzled eyes. " I expected to see no one." " Give him a glass to drink my health in; and I'll bid you good-night, and thanks to you, ladies, for your courtesy and pleasant conversation." So speaking, I rose to my feet, and with a slight bow turned to the door. The young girl ran to light me on the way, and the man fell back to let me pass, his eyes still fixed on me. The moment I was by he started a step forward, asking: " Pray, sir, do you know our king? " " I never saw him," said I. " I hope to do so on Wednesday." He said no more, but I felt his eyes following me till the door closed behind me. My saucy con- ductor, looking over her shoulder at me as she pre- ceded me upstairs, said: " There's no pleasing Master Johann for one 1! your color, sir." *6 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. " He prefers yours, maybe? " I suggested. " I meant, sir, in a man," she answered, with a coquettish glance. " What," asked I, taking hold of the other side of the candlestick, " does color matter in a man? " " Nay, but I love yours it's the Elphberg red." " Color in a man," said I, " is a matter of no more moment than that! " and I gave her something of no value. " God send the kitchen door be shut! " said she. " Amen! " said I, and left her. In fact, however, as I now know, color is some- times of considerable moment to a man. CHAPTER III. A MERRY EVENING WITH A DISTANT RELATIVE. I WAS not so unreasonable as to be prejudiced against the duke's keeper because he disliked my complexion; and if I had been, his most civil and obliging conduct (as it seemed to me to be) next morning would have disarmed me. Hearing that I was bound for Strelsau, he came to see me while I was breakfasting, and told me that a sister of his, who had married a well-to-do tradesman and lived in the capital, had invited him to occupy a room in her house. He had gladly accepted, but now found that his duties would not permit of his absence. He begged, therefore, that if such humble (though, as he added, clean and comfortable) lodgings would satisfy me I would take his place. He pledged his sister's acquiescence, and urged the inconvenience and crowding to which I should be subject in my journeys to and from Strelsau the next day. I ac- S THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. cepted his offer without a moment's hesitation, and he went off to telegraph to his sister, while I packed up and prepared to take the next train. But I stiU hankered after the forest and the shooting lodge, and when my little maid told me that I could, by walking ten miles or so through the forest, hit the railway at a roadside station, I decided to send my luggage direct to the address which Johann had given, take my walk, and follow to Strelsau myself. Johann had gone off and was not aware of the change in my plans; but as its only effect was to de- lay my arrival at his sister's for a few hours, there was no reason for troubling to inform him of it. Doubtless the good lady would waste no anxiety on my account. I took an early luncheon, and having bidden my kind entertainers farewell, promising to return to them on my way home, I set out to climb the hill that led to the castle, and thence to the forest of Zenda. Half an hour's leisurely walking brought me to the castle. It had been a fortress in old days, and the ancient keep was still in good preservation and very imposing. Behind it stood another por Kttverxx OfJ TLCht Kttt> III ACftt & Cht, C (jatlvfa O Jfiir A Mb Kind's E Guard - F G JVjcofc- 5 R Ha/1 of K Door ivhiot Johann irttt PLAN OF THE CASTLE OF ZENDA. A MERRY EVENING. 2? lion of the original castle, and behind that again, and separated from it by a deep and broad moat, which ran all round the old buildings, was a hand- some modern chateau, erected by the last king, and siow forming the country residence of the Duke of Strelsau. The old and the new portions were con- nected by a drawbridge, and this indirect mode of access formed the only passage between the old building and the outer world; but leading to the modern chateau there was a broad and handsome avenue. It was an ideal residence; when " Black Michael " desired company he could dwell in his chateau; if a fit of misanthropy seized him he had merely to cross the bridge and draw it up after him (it ran on rollers), and nothing short of a regiment and a train of artillery could fetch him out. I went on my way, glad that poor Black Michael, though he could not have the throne or the princess, had at least got as fine a residence as any prince in Europe. Soon I entered the forest, and walked on for an hour or more in its cool, somber shade. The great trees enlaced with one another over my head, and the sunshine stole through in patches as bright as 3<> THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. diamonds, and hardly bigger. I was enchanted with the place, and finding a felled tree trunk, propped my back against it, and stretching my legs out, gave myself up to undisturbed contemplation of the solemn beauty of the woods and to the com- fort of a good cigar. And when the cigar was fin- ished, and I had (I suppose) inhaled as much beauty as I could, I went off into the most delightful sleep, regardless of my train to Strelsau and of the fast- waning afternoon. To remember a train in such a spot would have been rank sacrilege. Instead of that I fell to dreaming that I was married to the Princess Flavia and dwelt in the castle of Zenda, and beguiled whole days with my love in the glades of the forest, which made a very pleasant dream. In fact, I was just impressing a fervent kiss on the charming lips of the princess when I heard (and the voice seemed at first a part of the dream) some- one exclaim in rough, strident tones: "Why, the devil's in it! Shave him and he'd be the king! " The idea seemed whimsical enough fof a dream; by the sacrifice of my heavy mustache and carefully A MERRY EVENING. J* pointed imperial I was to be transformed into a monarch! I was about to kiss the princess ajain when I arrived (very reluctantly) at the conclusion that I was awake. I opened my eyes, and found two men regarding me with much curiosity. Both wore shooting cos- tumes and carried guns. One was rather short and very stoutly built, with a big bullet-shaped head, a bristly gray mustache, and small, pale-blue eyes, a trifle bloodshot. The other was a slender young fellow, of middle height, dark in complexion, and bearing himself with grace and distinction. I set the one down as an old soldier; the other for a gen- tleman accustomed to move in good society, but not unused to military life either. It turned out afterward that my guess was a good one. The elder man approached me, beckoning the younger to follow. He did so, courteously raising Ms hat. I rose to my feet. " He's the height, too! " I heard the elder mur- mur as he surveyed my six feet two inches of stature. Then, with a cavalier touch of the cap, he addressed me: J THE PRISONER OF ZENDA, " May I ask your name? " " As you have taken the first step in the acquaint ance, gentlemen," said I, with a smile, " suppose you give me a lead in the matter of names." The young man stepped forward with a pleasant smile. " This," said he, " is Colonel Sapt, and I am called Fritz von Tarlenheim; we are both in the service of the King of Ruritania." I bowed and, baring my head, answered: " I am Rudolf Rassendyll. I am a traveler from England; and once for a year or two I held a com- mission from her Majesty the Queen." " Then we are all brethren of the sword," an- swered Tarlenheim, holding out his hand, which I took readily. "Rassendyll, Rassendyll!" muttered Colonel Sapt; then a gleam of intelligence flitted across his face. "By Heaven!" he cried, "you're of the Burlesdons? " " My brother is now Lord Burlesdon," said I " Thy head bewrayeth thee," he chuckled, point- A MERRY EVENING, 33 ing to my uncovered poll. " Why, Fritz, you know the story? " The young man glanced apologetically at me. He felt a delicacy which my sister-in-law would have admired. To put him at his ease I remarked, with a smile: " Ah ! the story is known here as well as among us, it seems." " Known ! " cried Sapt. " If you stay here the deuce a man in all Ruritania will doubt of it or a woman either." I began to feel uncomfortable. Had I realized what a very plainly written pedigree I carried about with me, I should have thought long before I vis- ited Ruritania. However, I was in for it now. At this moment a ringing voice sounded from the wood behind us: "Fritz, Fritz! where are you, man?" Tarlenheim started, and said hastily: " It's the king! " Old Sapt chuckled again. Then a young man jumped out from behind the trunk of a tree and stood beside us. As I looked 34 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. on him I uttered an astonished cry; and he, seeing me, drew back in sudden wonder. Saving the hair on my face and a manner of conscious dignity which his position gave him, saving also that he lacked perhaps half an inch nay, less than that, but still something of my height, the King of Ruritana might have been Rudolf Rassendyll, and I Rudolf the King. For an instant we stood motionless, looking at one another. Then I bared my head again and bowed respectfully. The king found his voice, and asked in bewilderment: " Colonel Fritz who is this gentleman? " I was about to answer when Colonel Sapt stepped between the king and me, and began to talk to his Majesty in a low growl. The king towered over Sapt, and as he listened his eyes now and again sought mine. I looked at him long and carefully. The likeness was certainly astonishing, though I saw the points of difference also. The king's face was slightly more fleshy than mine, the oval of its contour the least trifle more pronounced, and, as I fancied, his mouth lacked something of A MERRY EVENING. 35 the firmness (or obstinacy) which was to be gath- ered from my close-shutting lips. But for all that, and above all minor distinctions, the likeness rose striking, salient, wonderful. Sapt ceased speaking, and the king still frowned. Then, gradually, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, his nose came down (as mine does when I laugh), his eyes twinkled, and, behold! he burst into the merriest fit of irrepressible laughter, which rang through the woods and proclaimed him a jovial soul. " Well met, cousin! " he cried, stepping up to me, clapping me on the back, and laughing still. " You must forgive me if I was taken aback. A man doesn't expect to see double at this time of day; eh, Fritz? " " I must pray pardon, sire, for my presumption," said I. " I trust it will not forfeit your Majesty's favor." " By Heaven! you'll always enjoy the king's countenance," he laughed, " whether I like it or not; and, sir, I shall very gladly add to it what set- vices I can. Where are you traveling to? " 36 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. " To Strelsau, sire to the coronation." The king looked at his friends: he still smiled, though his expression hinted some uneasiness. But the humorous side of the matter caught him again. " Fritz, Fritz ! " he cried, " a thousand crowns for a sight of brother Michael's face when he sees a pair of us!" and the merry laugh rang out again. " Seriously," observed Fritz von Tarlenheim, " I question Mr. Rassendyll's wisdom in visiting Strel- sau just now." The king lit a cigarette. " Well, Sapt? " said he questioningly. " He mustn't go," growled the old fellow. " Come, colonel, you mean that I should be in Mr. Rassendyll's debt if " " Oh, aye! wrap it up in the right way," said Sapt, hauling a great pipe out of his pocket. " Enough, sire," said I. " I'll leave Ruritania to-day." " Now, by thunder, you shan't and that's sans phrase, as Sapt likes it. For you shall dine with A MERRY EVENING, 31 me to-night, happen what will afterward. Come, man, you don't meet a new relation every day!" "We dine sparingly to-night," said Fritz vor Tarlenheim. "Not we with our new cousin for a guest!" cried the king; and as Fritz shrugged his shoulders, he added: "Oh! I'll remember our early start, Fritz." " So will I to-morrow morning," said old Sapt, pulling at his pipe. " Oh, wise old Sapt! " cried the king. " Come, Mr. Rassendyll by the way, what name did they give you? " " Your Majesty's," I answered, bowing. " Well, that shows they weren't ashamed of us," he laughed. " Come, then, cousin Rudolf. I've got no house of my own here, but my dear brother Michael lends us a place of his, and we'll make shift to entertain you there; " and he put his arm through mine, and signing to the others to ac- company us, walked me off, westerly, through the forest. $8 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA We walked for more than half an hour, and the king smoked cigarettes and chattered incessantly. He was full of interest in my family, laughed heart- ily when I told him of the portraits with Elphberg hair in our galleries, and yet more heartily when he heard that my expedition to Ruritania was a secret one. " You have to visit your disreputable cousin en the sly, have you? " said he. Suddenly emerging from the wood, we came on a small and rude shooting lodge, It was a one- story building, a sort of bungalow, built entirely of wood. As we approached it, a little man in a plain livery came out to meet us, The only other per- son I saw about the place was a fat elderly woman, whom I afterward discovered to be the mother of Johann, the duke's keeper. " Well, is dinner ready, Josef? " asked the king. The little servant informed us that it was, and we soon sat down to a plentiful meal. The fare was plain enough: the king ate heartily, Fritz von Tar- tenheim delicately, old Sapt voraciously. I played A MERRY EVENING. 39 a good knife and fork, as my custom is; the king noticed my performance with approval. " We're all good trenchermen, we Elphbergs," said he. "But what? we're eating dry! Wine, Josef! wine, man! Are we beasts, to eat without drinking? Are we cattle, Josef? " At this reproof Josef hastened to load the table with bottles. " Remember to-morrow! " said Fritz. "Aye to-morrow! " said old Sapt. The king drained a bumper to his " Cousin Rudolf," as he was gracious or merry enough to call me; and I drank its fellow to the " Elphberg red," whereat he laughed loudly. Now, be the meat what it might, the wine we drank was beyond all price or praise, and we did it justice. Fritz ventured once to stay the king'i hand. " What? " cried the king. " Remember you start before I do, Master Fritz you must be more sparing by two hours than I." Fritz saw that I did not understand. " The colonel and I," he explained, " leave here THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. at six; we ride down to Zenda and return with the guard of honor to fetch the king at eight, and then we all ride together to the station." " Hang that same guard ! " growled Sapt. " Oh! it's very civil of my brother to ask the honor for his regiment," said the king. " Come, cousin, you need not start early. Another uottle, man!" I had another bottle or, rather, a part of one, for the larger half traveled quickly down his Majesty's throat. Fritz gave up his attempts at persuasion: from persuading he fell to being per- suaded, and soon we were all of us as full of wine as we had any right to be. The king began talking of what he would do in the future, old Sapt of what he had done in the past, Fritz of some beautiful girl or other, and I of the wonderful merits of the Elph- berg dynasty. We all talked at once, and followed to the letter Sapt's exhortation to let the morrow take care of itself. At last the king set down his glass and leaned back in his chair. " I have drunk enough," said he. A MERRY EVENING. 41 "Far be it from me to contradict the king," said I. Indeed, his remark was most absolutely true- so far as it went. While I yet spoke Josef came and set before the king a marvelous old wicker-covered flagon. It had lain so long in some darkened cellar that it seemed to blink in the candlelight. " His Highness the Duke of Strelsau bade me set this wine before the king when the king was weary of all other wines, and pray the king to drink for the love that he bears his brother." "Well done, Black Michael!" said the king. " Out with the cork, Josef. Hang him! Did he think JL'd flinch from his bottle? " The bottle was opened, and Josef filled the king's glass. The king tasted it. Then, with a solemnity born of the hour and his own condition, he looked round on us. " Gentlemen, my friends Rudolf, my cousin ('tis a scandalous story, Rudolf, on my honor!) = evrything is yours, to the hah of Ruritania. But ask me not for a single drop of this divine bottlr 4 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. which I will drink to the health of that that sly knave, my brother, Black Michael." And the king seized the bottle and turned it over his mouth, and drained it and flung it from him, and laid his head on his arms on the table* And we drank pleasant dreams to his Majesty and that is all I remember of the evening. Per- haps it is enough. CHAPTER IV. THE KING KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT. WHETHER I had slept a minute or a year I knew not. I awoke with a start and a shiver; my face, hair, and clothes dripped water, and opposite me 3tood old Sapt, a sneering smile on his face and an empty bucket in his hand. On the table by him sat Fritz von Tarlenheim, pale as a ghost and black as a crow under the eyes. I leaped to my feet in anger. " Your joke goes too far, sir! " I cried. " Tut, man, we've no time for quarreling. Noth- ing else would rouse you. It's five o'clock." " I'll thank you, Colonel Sapt " I began again, hot in spirit, though I was uncommonly cold in body. " Rassendyll," interrupted Fritz, getting down from the table and taking my arm, " look here." The king lay full length on the floor. His face m THE PRISONER OF ZEND/I. was as red as his hair, and he breathed heavily. Sapt, the disrespectful old dog, kicked him sharply. He did not stir, nor was there any break in his breathing. I saw that his face and head were wet with water, as were mine. " We've spent half an hour on him," said Fritz. " He drank three times what either of you did," growled Sapt. I knelt down and felt his pulse. It was alarm- ingly languid and slow. We three looked at one another. " Was it drugged that last bottle? " I asked in a whisper. " I don't know," said Sapt. " We must get a doctor." " There's none within ten miles, and a thousand doctors wouldn't take him to Strelsau to-day. I know the look of it. He'll not move for six or seven hours yet." " But the coronation! " I cried in horror. Fritz shrugged his shoulders, as I began to see was his habit on most occasions. " We must send word that he's ill," he said. THE KING KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT. 45 " I suppose so," said I. Old Sapt, who seemed as fresh as a daisy, had lit his pipe and was puffing hard at it. " If he's not crowned to-day," said he, " I'll lay a crown he's never crowned." " But, Heavens, why? " " The whole nation's there to meet him; half the army aye, and Black Michael at the head. Shall we send word that the king's drunk? " " That he's ill," said I, in correction. "111!" echoed Sapt, with a scornful laugh. "They know his illnesses too well. He's been Mil' before!" " Well, we must chance what they think," said Fritz helplessly. " I'll carry the news and make the best of it." Sapt raised his hand. " Tell me," said he: " do you think the king was drugged? " " I do," said I. " And who drugged him? " " That damned hound, Black Michael," said Fritz between his teeth. 46 THE PRISONER OF ZEND4. " Aye," said Sapt, " that he might no* come to be crowned. Rassendyll here doesn't know our pretty Michael. What think you, Frit* has Michael no king ready? Has half Strelsau no other candidate? As God's alive, man, the throne's lost if the king show himself not in Strelsau to- day. I know Black Michael." " We could carry him there," said I. " And a very pretty picture he makes," sneered Sapt. Fritz von Tarlenheim buried his face in his hands. The king breathed loudly and heavily. Sapt stirred him again with his foot. " The drunken dog! " he said. " But he's an Elphberg and the son of his father, and may I rot in hell before Black Michael sits in his place! " For a moment or two we were all silent; then Sapt, knitting his bushy gray brows, took his pipe from his mouth and said to me: " As a man grows old he believes in Fate. Fate sent you here. Fate sends you now to Strelsau." I staggered back, murmuring, " Good God! " Fritz looked up with an eager, bewildered gaze. THE KING KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT. 47 "Impossible!" I murmured. "I should be known." " It's a risk against a certainty," said Sapt. " If you shave I'll wager you'll not be known. Are you afraid? " "Sir!" " Come, lad, there, there; but it's your life, you know, if you're known and mine and Fritz's here. But if you don't go I swear to you Black Michael will sit to-night on the throne, and the king lie in prison or his grave." " The king would never forgive it," I stammered. " Are we women? Who cares for his forgive- ness? " The clock ticked fifty times, and sixty and seventy times, as I stood in thought. Then I sup- pose a look came over my face, for old Sapt caught me by the hand, crying: " You'll go? " " Yes, I'll go," said I, and I turned my eyes on the prostrate figure of the king on the floor. " To-night," Sapt went on in a hasty whisper, " we are to lodge in the palace. The moment they 4 THE PRISONER. OF ZENDA. leave us you and I will mount our horses Fritz must stay here and guard the king's room and ride here at a gallop. The king will be ready Josef will tell him and he must ride back with me to Strelsau, and you ride as if the devil were be- hind you to the frontier." I took it all in in a second, and nodded my head. " There's a chance," said Fritz, with his first sign of hopefulness. " If I escape detection," said I. " If we're detected," said Sapt, " I'll send Black Michael down below before I go myself, so help me Heaven! Sit in that chair, man." I obeyed him. He darted from the room, calling, " Josef! Josef! " In three minutes he was back, and Josef with him. The latter carried a jug of hot water, soap, and razors. He was trembling as Sapt told him how the land lay, and bade him shave me. Suddenly Fritz smote on hL thigh: " But the guard! They'll know! they'll know! " THE KING KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT. 49 " Pooh! We shan't wait for the guard. We'll ride to H of ban and catch a train there. When they come the bird '11 be flown." " But the king? " " The king will be in the wine cellar. I'm going to carry him there now." " If they find him? " "They won't. How should they? Josef will put them off." But " Sapt stamped his foot. "We're not playing," he roared. "My God! don't I know the risk? If they do find him he's no worse off than if he isn't crowned to-day in Strelsau." So speaking, he flung the door open and, stoop- ing, put forth a strength I did not dream he had, and lifted the king in his hands. And as he did so the old woman, Johann the keeper's mother, stood in the doorway. For a moment she stood, then she turned on her heel, without a sign of surprise, and clattered down the passage. " Has she heard? " cried Fritz. 50 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA, " I'll shut her mouth! " said Sapt grimly, and he bore off the king in his arms. For me, I sat down in an armchair, and as I sat there, half dazed, Josef clipped and scraped me till my mustache and imperial were things of the past and my face was as bare as the king's. And when Fritz saw me thus he drew a long breath and ex- claimed : " By Jove, we shall do it! " It was six o'clock now, and we had no time to lose. Sapt hurried me into the king's room, and I dressed myself in the uniform of a colonel of the Guard, finding time, as I slipped on the king's boots, to ask Sapt what he had done with the old woman. " She swore she'd heard nothing," said he; " but to make sure I tied her legs together and put a handkerchief in her mouth and bound her hands, and locked her up in the coal cellar, next door to the king. Josef '11 look after them both, later on." Then I burst out laughing, and even old Sapt grimly smiled. " I fancy," said he, " that when Josef tells then?,, THE KING KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT. k the king is gone they'll think it is because we smelt a rat. For you may swear Black Michael doesn't expect to see him in Strelsau to-day." I put the king's helmet on my head. Old Sapt handed me the king's sword, looking at me long and carefully. "Thank God, he shaved his beard!" he ex- claimed. " Why did he? " I asked. " Because Princess Flavia said he grazed her cheek when he was graciously pleased to give her a cousinly kiss. Come, though, we must ride." " Is all safe here? " " Nothing's safe anywhere," said Sapt, " but we can make it no safer." Fritz now rejoined us in the uniform of a captain in the same regiment as that to which my dress be- longed. In four minutes Sapt had arrayed himself in his uniform. Josef called that the horses were ready. We jumped on their backs and started at a rapid trot. The game had begun. What would the issue of it be? The cool morning air cleared my head, and I wa* 5* THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. able to take in all Sapt said to me. He was won* derful. Fritz Hardly spoke, riding like a man asleep; but Sapt, without another word for the king, began at once to instruct me most minutely in the history of my past life, of my family, of my tastes, pursuits, weaknesses, friends, companions, and servants. He told me the etiquette of the Ruri- tanian court, promising to be constantly at my elbow to point out everybody whom I ought to know, and give me hints with what degree of favor to greet them. " By the way," he said, " you are a Catholic, I suppose? " " Not I," I answered. " Lord, he's a heretic ! " groaned Sapt, and forth- with he fell to a rudimentary lesson in the practices and observances of the Romish faith. " Luckily," said he, " you won't be expected to know much, for the king's notoriously lax and care- less about such matters. But you must be as civil as butter to the cardinal. We hope to win him over, because he and Michael have a standing quar- rel about their precedence." THE KING KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT. S3 We were by now at the station. Fritz had re- covered nerve enough to explain to the astonished station master that the king had changed his plans. The train steamed up. We got into a first-class carriage, and Sapt, leaning back on the cushions, went on with his lesson. I looked at my watch the king's watch it was, of course. It was just eight. " I wonder if they've gone to look for us," I said. " I hope they won't find the king," said Fritz nervously, and this time it was Sapt who shrugged his shoulders. The train traveled well, and at half-past nine, looking out of the window, I saw the towers and spires of a great city. " Your capital, my liege," grinned old Sapt, witlv a wave of his hand, and, leaning forward, he laid his finger on my pulse. " A little too quick," said he in his grumbling tone. " I'm not made of stone ! " I exclaimed. " You'll do," said he, with a nod. " We must jsay Fritz here has caught the ague. Drain yotw flask, Fritz, for Heaven's sake, boy! " $4 THE PRISONER OF Zt-NDJ. Fritz did as he was bid. " We're an hour early," said Sapt. " We'll send word forward of your Majesty's arrival, for there'll be no one here to meet us yet. And mean- while " " Meanwhile," said I, " the king '11 be hanged if he doesn't have some breakfast." Old Sapt chuckled, and held out his hand. " You're an Elphberg, every inch of you," said he. Then he paused, and looking at us, said quietly, " God send we may be alive to-night! " " Amen! " said Fritz von Tarlenheim. The train stopped. Fritz and Sapt leaped out> uncovered, and held the door for me. I choked down a lump that rose in my throat, settled my helmet firmly on my head, and (I'm not ashamed to say it) breathed a short prayer to God. Then I stepped on the platform of the station at Strelsau. A moment foter all was bustle and confusion: men hurrying up, hats in hand, and hurrying off again; men conducting me to the buffet; men mounting and riding in hot haste to the quarters of the troops, to the cathedral, to the resHe^ce of THE KING KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT, 55 Duke Michael. Even as I swallowed the last drop of my cup of coffee the bells throughout all the city broke out into a joyful peal, and the sound of a military band and of men cheering smote upon my ear. King Rudolf the Fifth was in his good city of Strelsau! And they shouted outside: " God save the king! " Old Sapt's mouth wrinkled into a smile. " God save 'em both! " he whispered. age, lad! " and I felt his hand press my knee. CHAPTER V. THE ADVENTURES OF AN UNDERSTUDY. WITH Fritz von Tarlenheim and Colonel Sapi close behind me I stepped out of the buffet on to the platform. The last thing I did was to feel if my revolver were handy and my sword loose in the scabbard. A gay group of officers and high dig- nitaries stood waiting me, at their head a tall old man, covered with medals, and of military bearing. He wore the yellow and red ribbon of the Red Rose of Ruritania which, by the way, decorated my unworthy breast also. " Marshal Strakencz," whispered Sapt, and I knew that I was in the presence of the most famous veteran of the Ruritanian army. Just behind the marshal stood a short, spare man, in flowing robes of black and crimson. " The chancellor of the kingdom," whispered Sapt. THE ADVENTURES OF *IN UNDERSTUDY, 5? The marshal greeted me in a few loyal words, and proceeded to deliver an apology from the Duke of Strelsau. The duke, it seemed, had been afflicted with a sudden indisposition which made it impossible for him to come to the station, but he craved leave to await his Majesty at the cathedral. I expressed my concern, accepted the marshal's excuses very suavely, and received the compli- ments of a large number of distinguished person- ages. No one betrayed the least suspicion, and I felt my nerve returning and the agitated beating of my heart subsiding. But Fritz was still pale, and his hand shook like a leaf as he extended it to the marshal. Presently we formed procession and took our way to the door of the station. Here I mounted my horse, the marshal holding my stirrup. The civil dignitaries went off to their carriages, and I started to ride through the streets with the marshal on my right and Sapt (who 1 , as my chief aid-de- camp, was entitled to the place) on my left. The city of Strelsau is partly old and partly new. Spa- cious modern boulevards and residential quarter! 8 'I HE PRISONER OF ZENDA. surround and embrace the narrow, tortuous, and picturesque streets of the original town. In the outer circles the upper classes live : in the inner the shops are situated; and behind their prosperous fronts lie hidden populous but wretched lanes and alleys, filled with a poverty-stricken, turbulent, and (in large measure) criminal class. These social and local divisions corresponded, as I knew from Sapt's information, to another division more im- portant to me. The New Town was for the king; but to the Old Town Michael of Strelsau was a hope, a hero, and a darling. The scene was very brilliant as we passed along the Grand Boulevard and on to the great square where the royal palace stood. Here I was in the midst of my devoted adherents. Every house was hung with red and bedecked with flags and mot- toes. The streets were lined with raised seats on each side, and I passed along, bowing this way and that, under a shower of cheers, blessings, and wav- ing handkerchiefs. The balconies were full of gayly dressed ladies, who clapped their hands and sourtesied and threw their brightest glances at me, ADVENTURES OF AN UNDERSTUDY. $$ A. torrent of red roses fell on me; one bloom lodged in iy horse's mane, and 1 took it and stuck it in my coat. The marshal smiled grimly. I had stolen some giances at his face, but he was too im- passive to show me whether his sympathies were with me or not. " The red rose for the Elphbergs, marshal," saicf I gayly, and he nodded. I have written " gayly," and a strange word it must seem. But the truth is that I was drunk with 1 excitement. At that moment I believed I al- most believed that I was in very truth the king; and, with a look of laughing triumph, I raised my eyes to the beauty-laden balconies again . . . and then I started. Fof looking down on me, with her handsome face and proud smile, was the lady who had been my fellow-traveler Antoinette de Mau- ban; and I saw her also start, and her lips moved, and she leaned forward and gazed at me. And I, collecting myself, met her eyes full and square, while again I felt my revolver. Suppose she had cried aloud, " That's not the king! " Well, we went by; and then the marshal turn- 6o THE PRISONER. OF ZENDA. ing round in his saddle, waved his hand, and the Cuirassiers closed round us, so that the crowd could not come near me. We were leaving my quarter and entering Duke Michael's, and this action of the marshal's showed me more clearly than words what the state of feeling in the town must be. But if Fate made me a king the least I could do was to play the part handsomely. " Why this change in our order, marshal? " said I. The marshal bit his white mustache. " It is more prudent, sire," he murmured. I drew rein. " Let those in front ride on," said I, " till they are fifty yards ahead. But do you, marshal, and Colonel Sapt and my friends wait here till I have ridden fifty yards. And see that no one is nearer to me. I will have my people see that their king trusts them." Sapt laid his hand on my arm. I shook him off. The marshal hesitated. " Am I not understood? " said I; and, biting his mustache again, he gave the orders. I saw old THE JDPENTURES OF /IN UNDERSTUDY, 6l Sapt smiling into his beard, but he shook his head at me. If I had been killed in open day in the streets of Streslau Sapt's position would have been a difficult one. Perhaps I ought to say that I was dressed all in white, except my boots. I wore a silver helmet with gilt ornaments, and the broad ribbon of the Rose looked well across my chest. I should be paying a poor compliment to the king if I did not set modesty aside and admit that I made a very fine figure. So the people thought; for when I, riding alone, entered the dingy, sparsely deco- rated, somber streets of the Old Town there was first a murmur, then a cheer, and a woman, from a window above a cookshop, cried the old local saying: " If he's red he's right! " whereat I laughed and took off my helmet that she might see that I was of the right color, and they cheered me again at that. It was more interesting riding thus alone, for I heard the comments of the crowd. " He looks paler than his wont," said one. 6 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. " You'd look pale if you lived as he did," waa the highly disrespectful retort. " He's a bigger man than I thought," said an- other. " So he had a good jaw under that beard after all," commented a third. " The pictures of him aren't handsome enough,** declared a pretty girl, taking great care that I should hear. No doubt it was mere flattery. But in spite of these signs of approval and interest the mass of the people received me in si- lence and with sullen looks, and my dear brother's portrait ornamented most of the windows which was an ironical sort of greeting to the king. I was quite glad that he had been spared the unpleasant sight. He was a man of quick temper, and per- haps he would not have taken it so placidly as I did. At last we were at the cathedral. Its great gray front, embellished with hundreds of statues and boasting a pair of the finest oak doors in Europe ;1 rose for the first time before me, and the sudden sense of my audacity almost overcame me. Every* THE ADVENTURES OF AH UNDERSTUDY. 63 (thing was in a mist as I dismounted. I saw the marshal and Sapt dimly, and dimly the throng of gorgeously robed priests who awaited me. And my eyes were still dim as I walked up the great nave, with the pealing of the organ in my ears. I saw nothing of the brilliant throng that filled it; I hardly distinguished the stately figure of the cardi- nal as he rose from the archiepiscopal throne to greet me. Two faces only stood out side by side clearly before my eyes the face of a girl, pale and lovely, surmounted by a crown of the glorious Elphberg hair (for in a woman it is glorious), and the face of a man whose full-blooded red cheeks, black hair, and dark, deep eyes told me that at last I was in the presence of my brother, Black Michael, And when he saw me his red cheeks went pale all in a moment, and his helmet fell with a clatter on the floor. Till that moment I believe that he had not realized that the king was in very truth come to Strelsau. Of what followed next I remember nothing. I knelt before the altar and the cardinal anointed my head. Then I rose to my feet, and stretched out 4 THE PRISONER Of ZEND* my hana and took from him the crown ot Ruritania and set it on my head, and I swore the old oath of the king; and (if it were a sin, may it be forgiven me) I received the Holy Sacrament there before them all. Then the great organ pealed out again;, the marshal bade the heralds proclaim me, and Ru- dolf the Fifth was crowned king; of which impos- ing ceremony an excellent picture hangs now in my dining room. The portrait of the king is very good. Then the lady with the pale face and the glorious hair, her train held by two pages, stepped from her place and came to where I stood. And a herald cried: " Her Royal Highness the Princess Flavia! " She courtesied low, and put her hand under mine and raised my hand and kissed it. And for an instant I thought what I had best do. Then I drew her to me and kissed her twice on the cheek, and she blushed red, and why, then his Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop slipped in front of Black Michael, and kissed my hand and presented me with a letter from the Pope the first and lasS THE ADVENTURES OF AH UNDERSTUDY. 6$ which I have ever received from that exalted quarter! And then came the Duke of Strelsau His step trembled, I swear, and he looked to the right and to the left, as a man looks who thinks on flight; and his face was patched with red and white, and his hand shook so that it jumped under mine, and I felt his lips dry and parched. And I glanced at Sapt, who was smiling again into his beard, and, resolutely doing my duty in .that station of life tc which I had been marvelousJy called, I took my dear Michael by both hands and kissed him or fche cheek. I think we were both glad when that w*6 over! But neither in the face of the princess nor in that of any other did I see the least doubt or question- ing. Yet had I and the king stood side by side they could have told us in an instant, or, at least, on a little consideration. But neither they nor anyone else dreamed or imagined that I could be other than the king. So the likeness served, and for an hour I stood there, feeling as weary and blasti as though I had been a king all my life; and every- 66 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. body kissed my hand, and the ambassadors paid me their respects, among them old Lord Topham, at whose house in Grosvenor Square I had danced a score of times. Thank Heaven, the old man was as blind as a bat, and did not claim my acquaint- ance. Then back we went through the streets to the palace, and I heard them cheering Black Michael; but he, Fritz told me, sat biting his nails like a man in a reverie, and even his own friends said that he should have made a braver show. I was in a car- riage now, side by side with the princess Flavia, and a rough fellow cried out: " And when's the wedding? " and as he spoke another struck him in the face, crying, " Long live Duke Michael! " and the princess colored it was an admirable tint and looked straight in front of her. Now I felt in a difficulty, because I had forgot- ten to ask Sapt the state of my affections, or how far matters had gone between the princess and my- self. Frankly, had I been the king the further they had gone the better should I have been pleased, THE ADVENTURES OF AN UNDERSTUDY, 6? For I am not a slow-blooded man, and I had not kissed Princess Flavia's cheek for nothing. These thoughts passed through my head, but, not being sure of my ground, I said nothing; and in a mo ment or two the princess, recovering her equa= nimity, turned to me. " Do you know, Rudolf," said she, " you look somehow different to-day? " The fact was not surprising, but the remark was disquieting. " You look," she went on, " more sober, more sedate; you're almost careworn, and I declare you're thinner. Surely it's not possible that you've begun to take anything seriously? " The princess seemed to hold of the king much the same opinion that Lady Burlesdon held of me. I braced myself up to the conversation. " Would that please you? " I asked softly. " Oh, you know my views," said she, turning her eyes away. " Whatever pleases you I try to do," I said; and as I saw her smile and blush I thought that I was 68 THE PRISONER OF ZEND*. playing the king's hand very well for him. So 1 continued, and what I said was perfectly true: " I assure you, my dear cousin, that nothing in my life has affected me more than the reception I've been greeted with to-day." She smiled brightly, but in an instant grew grave again, and whispered: " Did you notice Michael? " "Yes," said I; adding, "He wasn't enjoying himself." "Do be careful!" she went on. "You don't indeed you don't keep enough watch on him, You know " " I know," said I, " that he wants what I've got." "Yes. Hush!" Then and I can't justify it, for I committed the king far beyond what I had a right to do I sup- pose she carried me off my feet I went on: " And, perhaps, also something which I haven't got yet, but hope to win some day." This was my answer had I been the king I should have thought it encouraging: THE 4DVENTURES OF 4N UNDERSTUDY. 6g " Haven't you enough responsibilities on you for one day, cousin? " Bang, bang! Blare, blare! We were at the palace. Guns were firing and trumpets blowing,, Rows of lackeys stood waiting, and, handing the princess up the broad marble staircase, I took for- mal possession, as a crowned king, of the house of my ancestors, and sat down at my own table, with my cousin on my right hand, on her other side Black Michael, and on my left his Eminence the Cardinal. Behind my chair stood Sapt; and at the end of the table I saw Fritz von Tarlenheim drain to the bottom his glass of champagne rathef sooner than he decently should. I wondered what the King of Ruritania was doing. CHAPTER VI. THE SECRET OF A CELLAR. WE were in the king's dressing room Fritz von Tarlenheim, Sapt, and I. I flung myself ex- hausted into an armchair. Sapt lit his pipe. He uttered no congratulations on the marvelous suc- cess of our wild risk, but his whole bearing was elo- quent of satisfaction. The triumph, aided perhaps by good wine, had made a new man of Fritz. " What a day for you to remember! " he cried. " Gad, I'd like to be a king for twelve hours my- self! But, Rassendyll, you mustn't throw your heart too much into the part. I don't wonder Black Michael looked blacker than ever you and the princess had so much to say to one another." " How beautiful she is! " I exclaimed. " Never mind the woman," growled Sapt. " Are you ready to start? " " Yes," said I, with a sigh. It was five o'clock, and at twelve I should be no THE SECRET OF A CELLAR, 1\ more than Rudolf Rassendyll. I remarked on it in a joking tone. " You'll be lucky," observed Sapt grimly, " if you're not the late Rudolf Rassendyll. By Heaven! I feel my head wobbling on my shoul- ders every minute you're in the city. Do you know, friend, that Michael has had news from Zenda? He went into a room alone to read it and he came out looking like a man dazed." " I'm ready," said I, this news making me none the more eager to linger. Sapt sat down. " I must write us an order to leave the city. Michael's governor, you know, and we must be prepared for hindrances. You must sign the order." " My dear colonel, I've not been bred a forger! " Out of his pocket Sapt produced a piece of paper. " There's the king's signature," he said, " and here," he went on, after another search in his pocket, " is some tracing paper. If you can't man- age a ' Rudolf ' in ten minutes, why I can." y THE PRISONER OP ZENDA. '' Your education has been more comprehensive than mine," said I. " You write it." And a very tolerable forgery did this versatile hero produce. " Now, Fritz," said he, " the king goes to bed. He is upset. No one is to see him till nine o'clock to-morrow. You understand no one? " " I understand," answered Fritz. " Michael may come, and claim immediate au- dience. You'll answer that only princes of the blood are entitled to it." " That '11 annoy Michael," laughed Fritz. " You quite understand? " asked Sapt again. " If the door of this room is opened while we're away you're not to be alive to tell us about it." " I need no schooling, colonel," said Fritz, a trifle haughtily. " Here, wrap yourself in this big cloak," Sapt continued to me, " and put on this flat cap. My orderly rides with me to the shooting lodge to- night." " There's an obstacle," I observed. " The horse doesn't live that can carry me forty miles." THE SECRET OF A CELLAR. 73 "Oh, yes, he does two of him: one here one at the lodge. Now are you ready? " " I'm ready," said I. Fritz held out his hand. " In case," said he; and we shook hands heartily* "Damn your sentiment!" growled Sapt, " Come along." He went, not to the door, but to a panel in the wall. " In the old king's time," said he, " I knew this way well." I followed him, and we walked, as I should esti- mate, near two hundred yards along a narrow pass- age. Then we came to a stout oak door. Sapt unlocked it. We passed through, and found our- selves in a quiet street that ran along the back of the palace gardens. A man was waiting for us with two horses. One was a magnificent bay, up to any weight; the other a sturdy brown. Sapt signed to me to mount the bay. Without a word to the man we mounted and rode away. The town was full of noise and merriment, but we took se- cluded ways. My cloak was wrapped over half my 74 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. face; the capacious flat cap hid every lock of my telltale hair. By Sapt's directions I crouched on my saddle, and rode with such a round back as 1 hope never to exhibit on a horse again. Down a long, narrow lane we went, meeting some wan- derers and some roisterers; and as we rode we heard the cathedral bells still clanging out their welcome to the king. It was half-past six, and still light. At last we came to the city wall and to a gate. " Have your weapon ready," whispered Sapt. " We must stop his mouth if he talks." I put my hand on my revolver. Sapt hailed the doorkeeper. The stars fought for us! A little girl of fourteen tripped out. " Please, sir, father's gone to see the king." " He'd better have stayed here," said Sapt to me, grinning. " But he said I wasn't to open the gate, sir." " Did he, my dear? " said Sapt, dismounting. " Then give me the key." The key was in the child's hand. Sapt gave hef a crown. THE SECRET OF A CELLAR. 75 " Here's an order from the king. Show it to your father. Orderly, open the gate! " I leaped down. Between us we rolled back the great gate, led our horses out, and closed it again. " I shall be sorry for the doorkeeper if Michael finds out that he wasn't there. Now, then, lad, for a canter. We mustn't go too fast while we're near the town." Once, however, outside the city we ran little danger, for everybody else was inside, merry-mak- ing; and as the evening fell we quickened our pace, my splendid horse bounding along under me as though I had been a feather. It was a fine night, and presently the moon appeared. We talkecj little on the way, and chiefly about the progress w were making. " I wonder what the duke's dispatches told him! " said I, once. "Aye, I wonder!" responded Sapt. We stopped for a draught of wine and to bait our horses, losing half an hour thus. I dared not go into the inn, and stayed with the horses in the stable. Then we went ahead again, and had cov- 76 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. ered some five-and-twenty miles when Sapt abruptly stopped. "Hark! "he cried. I listened. Away, far behind us, in the still of the evening it was just half-past nine we heard the beat of horses' hoofs. The wind, blowing strong behind us, carried the sound. I glanced at Sapt. " Come on! " he cried, and spurred his horse into a gallop. When we next paused to listen the hoof-beats were not audible, and we relaxed our pace. Then we heard them again. Sapt jumped down and laid his ear to the ground. "There are two," he said. "They're only a mile behind. Thank God, the road curves in and out, and the wind's our way." We galloped on. We seemed to be holding our own. We had entered the outskirts of the forest of Zenda, and the trees, closing in behind us as the track zigged and zagged, prevented us seeing our pursuers, and them from seeing us. Another half hour brought us to a divide of the road. Sapt drew rein. THE SECRET OF A CELLAR. 77 " To the right is our road," he said. " To left, to the castle. Each about eight miles. Get down." " But they'll be on us! " I cried. "Get down!" he repeated brusquely; and I obeyed. The wood was dense up to the very edge of the road. We led our horses into the covert, bound handkerchiefs over their eyes, and stood besicte them. " You want to see v/ho they are? " I whispered. "Aye, and where they're going," he answered. I saw that his revolver was in his hand. Nearer and nearer came the hoofs. The moon shone out now clear and full, so that the road was white with it. The ground was hard and we had left no traces. " Here they come! " whispered Sapt. "It's the duke!" " I thought so! " he answered. It was the duke; and with him a burly fellow whom I knew well, and who had cause to know me afterward Max Holf, brother to Johann the 7* THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. keeper, and body servant to his Highness. They were up to us; the duke reined up. I saw Sapt's finger curl lovingly toward the trigger. I believe he would have given ten years of his life for a shot; and he could have picked off Black Michael as easily as I could a barn-door fowl in a farmyard. I laid my hand on his arm. He nodded reassur- ingly; he was always ready to sacrifice inclination to duty. " Which way? " asked Black Michael. " To the castle, your Highness," urged his com- panion. " There we shall learn the truth." For an instant the duke hesitated. " I thought I heard hoofs/' said he. " I think not, your Highness." " Why shouldn't we go to the lodge? " " I fear a trap. If all is well, why go to the lodge? If not, it's a snare to trap us." Suddenly the duke's horse neighed. In an in- stant we folded our cloaks close round our horses' heads, and, holding them thus, covered the duke and his attendant with our revolvers. If they had found us they had been dead men, or our prisoners. THE SECRET OF A CELLAR 79 Michael waited a moment longer. Then he cried: " To Zenda, then ! " and setting spurs to his horse, galloped on. Sapt raised his weapon after him, and there was such an expression of wistful regret on his face that I had much ado not to burst out laughing. For ten minutes we stayed where we were. " You see," said Sapt, " they've sent him news that all is well." " What does that mean? " I asked. " God knows," said Sapt, frowning heavily. " But it's brought him from Strelsau in a rare puzzle." Then we mounted, and rode fast as our weary horses could lay their feet to the ground. For those last eight miles we spoke no more. Our minds were full of apprehension. "All is well." What did it mean? Was all well with the king? At last the lodge came in sight. Spurring our horses to a last gallop, we rode up to the gate. All was still and quiet. Not a soul came to meet u&. #0 THE PRISONER Of- ZENDA, We dismounted in haste. Suddenly Sapt caught me by the arm. " Look here! " he said, pointing to the ground* I looked down. At my feet lay five or six silk handkerchiefs, torn and slashed and rent. I turned to him questioningly. " They're what I tied the old woman up with/' said he. " Fasten the horses and come along." The handle of the door turned without resist- ance. We passed into the room which had been the scene of last night's bout. It was still strewn with the remnants of our meal and with empty bottles. " Come in/* cried Sapt, whose marvelous com- posure had at last almost given way. We rushed down the passage toward the cellars. The door of the coal cellar stood wide open. " They found the old woman," said I. " You might have known that from the hand- kerchiefs," he said. Then we came opposite the door of the wine cellar. It was shut. It looked in all respects as it had looked when we left it that morning. THE SECRET OF A CELLAR. 81 " Come, it's all right," said I. A loud oath from Sapt rang out. His face turned pale, and he pointed again at the floor. From under the door a red stain had spread over the floor of the passage and dried there. Sapt sank against the opposite wall. I tried the door. It was locked. " Where's Josef? " muttered Sapt. " Where's the king? " I responded. Sapt took out a flask and put it to his lips, I ran back to the dining room, and seized a heavy poker from the fireplace. In my terror and ex- citement I rained blows on the lock of the door, and I fired a cartridge into it. It gave way, and the door swung open. " Give me a light," said I; but Sapt still leaned against the wall. He was, of course, more moved than I, for he loved his master. Afraid for himself he was not no man ever saw him that; but to think what might lie in that dark cellar was enough to turn any man's face pale. I went myself, and took a silver candle- stick from the dining table and struck a light, aad 8s THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. as I returned I felt the hot wax drip on my naked hand as the candle swayed to and fro ; so that I can- not afford to despise Colonel Sapt for his agitation. I came to the door of the cellar. The red stain, turning more and more to a dull brown, stretched inside. I walked two yards into the cellar, and held the candle high above my head. I saw the full bins of wine; I saw spiders crawling on the walls; I saw, too, a couple of empty bottles lying on the floor; and then, away in the corner, I saw the body of a man, lying flat on his back, with his arms stretched wide, and a crimson gash across his throat. I walked to him and knelt down beside him, and commended to God the soul of a faith- ful man. For it was the body of Josef, the little servant, slain in guarding the king. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turning, saw Sapt's eyes, glaring and terror-struck, beside me. " The king! My God! the king! " he whispered hoarsely. I threw the candle's gleam over every inch of the cellar. " The king is not here," said I. CHAPTER VII. HIS MAJESTY SLEEPS IN STRELSAU. i PUT my arm round Sapt's waist and supported him out of the cellar, drawing the battered door close after me. For ten minutes or more we sat silent in the dining room. Then old Sapt rubbed his knuckles into his eyes, gave one great gasp, and was himself again. As the clock on the mantel- piece struck one he stamped his foot on the floor, saying: " They've got the king! " " Yes," said I, " ' all's well! ' as Black Michael's dispatch said. What a moment it must have been for him when the royal salutes were fired at Strel- sau this morning! I wonder when he got the message? " " It must have been sent in the morning," said Sapt. " They must have sent it before news of your arrival at Strelsau reached Zenda I suppose it came from Zenda." 4 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA, " And he's carried it about all day! " I exclaimed., " Upon my honor, I'm not the only man who's had a trying day! What did he think, Sapt? " " What does that matter? What does he think, lad, now? " I rose to my feet. " We must get back," I said, " and rouse every soldier in Strelsau. We ought to be in pursuit of Michael before midday." Old Sapt pulled out his pipe and carefully lit it from the candle which guttered on the table. " The king may be murdered while we sit here! " I urged. Sapt smoked on for a moment in silence. " That cursed old woman! " he broke out. " She must have attracted their attention somehow. I see the game. They came up to kidnap the king, and as I say somehow they found him. If you hadn't gone to Strelsau, you and I and Fritz had been in heaven by now! " " And the king? " " Who knows where the king is now? " he asked, "Come, let's be off!" said I; but he sat still And suddenly he burst into one of his grating chuckles: " By Jove, we've shaken up Black Michael! " "Come, come!" I repeated impatiently. " And we'll shake him up a bit more," he added s a cunning smile broadening on his wrinkled-, weather-beaten face and his teeth working on aaa end of his grizzled mustache. " Aye, lad, we'll go back to Strelsau. The king shall be in his capital again to-morrow." " The king? " " The crowned king! " "You're mad! "I cried " If we go back and tell the trick we played what would you give for our lives? " " Just what they're worth," said I. " And for the king's throne? Do you think that the nobles and the people will enjoy being fooled as you've fooled them? Do you think they'll love a king who was too drunk to be crowned, and sent a servant to personate him? " " He was drugged and I'm no servant." ** -Mine will be Black Michael's version/ 9 86 THE PRISONER OF ZEND/9, He rose, came to me, and laid his hand on my shoulder. " Lad," he said, " if you play the man you may save the king yet. Go back and keep his throne warm for him." " But the duke knows the villains he has em- ployed know " "Aye, but they can't speak!" roared Sapt in grim triumph. " We've got 'em! How can they denounce you without denouncing themselves? ' This is not the king, because we kidnaped the king and murdered his servant.' Can they say that? " The position flashed on me. Whether Michael knew me or not he could not speak. Unless he produced the king, what could he do? And if he produced the king, where was he? For a moment I was carried away headlong; but in an instant the difficulties came strong upon me. " I must be found out," I urged. " Perhaps; but every hour's something. Above all, we must have a king in Strelsau, or the city will be Michael's in four-and-twenty hours, and what HIS MAJESTY SLEEPS IN STRELSAU, 8', would the king's life be worth then or his throne? Lad, you must do it ! " " Suppose they kill the king? " " They'll kill him, if you don't." " Sapt, suppose they have killed the king?" " Then, by Heaven, you're as good an Elphberg as Black Michael, and you shall reign in Ruritania! But I don't believe they have; nor will they kill him if you're on the throne. Will they kill him to put you in ? " It was a wild plan wilder even and more hope- less than the trick we had already carried through; but as I listened to Sapt I saw the strong points in our game. And then I was a young man and I loved action, and I was offered such a hand in such 'i game as perhaps never man played yet. " I shall be found out," I said. " Perhaps," said Sapt. " Come ! to Strelsau ! We shall be caught like rats IP a trap if we stay here." "Sapt," I cried, "I'll try it!" " Well played! " said he. " I hope they've left us the horses. I'll go and see." 88 THE PR/SONER OF ZEND/I. " We must bury that poor fellow," said I. " No time," said Sapt. " I'll do it." " Hang you ! " he grinned. " I make you a king, and Well, do it. Go and fetch him, while I look to the horses. He can't lie very deep, but I doubt if he'll care about that. Poor iittle Josef ! He was an honest bit of a man." He went out and I went to the cellar. I raised poor Josef in my arms and bore him into the pas- sage and thence toward the door of the house. Just inside I laid him down, remembering that I must find spades for our task. At this instant Sapt came up. "The horses are all right; there's the own brother to the one that brought you here. But you may save yourself that job." " I'll not go before he's buried." "Yes, you will." " Not I, Colonel Sapt; not for all Ruritania." " You fool ! " said he. " Come here." He drew me to the door. The moon was sink- ing, but about three hundred yards away, coming HIS MAJESTY SLEEPS IN STRELS4U. 89 along the road from Zenda, I made out a party of men. There were seven or eight of them; four were on horseback and the rest were walking, and I saw that they carried long implements, which I guessed to be spades and mattocks, on their shoulders. "They'll save you the trouble," said Sapt. " Come along." He was right. The approaching party must, be- yond doubt, be Duke Michael's men, come to remove the traces of their evil work. I hesitated no longer, but an irresistible desire seized me. Pointing to the corpse of poor little Joseph, I said to Sapt: " Colonel, we ought to strike a blow for him ! " " You'd like to give him some company, eh ? But it's too risky work, your Majesty.'* " I must have a slap at *em," said I. Sapt wavered. " Well," said he, " it's not business, you know, but you've been a good boy and if we come to grief, why, hang me, it '11 save us a lot of thinking? I'll show you how to touch them." 9 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA He cautiously closed the open chink of the dooi, Then we retreated through the house and made our way to the back entrance. Here our horses were standing. A carriage drive swept all around the lodge. "Revolver ready?" asked Sapt. " No; steel for me," said I. " Gad, you're thirsty to-night," chuckled Sapt * So be it." We mounted, drawing our swords, and waited silently for a minute or two. Then we heard the tramp of men on the drive the other side of the house. They came to a stand, and one cried: " Now, then, fetch him out ! " " Now ! " whispered Sapt. Driving the spurs into our horses, we rushed at a gallop round the house, and in a moment we were among the ruffians. Sapt told me afterward that he killed a man, and I believe him; but I saw no more of him. With a cut I split the head of a fel low on a brown horse, and he fell to the ground. Then I found myself opposite a big man, and I was half conscious of another to my right. It was too HIS MAJESTY SLEEPS IN STRELSAU 91 warm to stay, and with a simultaneous action 1 drove my spurs into my horse again and my sword full into the big man's breast. His bullet whizzed past my ear I could almost swear it touched it. I wrenched at the sword, but it would not come, and I dropped it and galloped after Sapt, whom I now saw about twenty yards ahead. I waved my hand in farewell and dropped it a second later with a yell, for a bullet had grazed my finger and I felt the blood. Old Sapt turned round in the saddle. Someone fired again, but they had no rifles, and we were out of range. Sapt fell to laughing. " That's one to me and two to you, with decent luck," said he. " Little Josef will have company." " Aye, they'll be a parti carree," said I. My blood was up, and I rejoiced to have killed them. " Well, a pleasant night's work to the rest! " said he. " I wonder if they noticed you? " " The big fellow did; as I struck him I heard him cry, ' The king! ' " " Good ! good ! Oh, we'll give Black Michael some work before we've done ! " Pausing an instant, we made a bandage for my Q2 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. wounded finger, which was bleeding freely and ached severely, the bone being much bruised. Then we rode on, asking of our good horses all that was in them. The excitement of the fight and of our great resolve died away, and we rode in gloomy silence. Day broke clear and cold. We found a farmer just up, and made him give us sustenance for ourselves and our horses. I, feigning tooth- ache, muffled my face closely. Then ahead again, till Strelsau lay before us. It was eight o'clock or nearing nine, and the gates were all open, as they always were save when the duke's caprice or in- trigues shut them. We rode in by the same way as we had come out the evening before, all four of us the men and the horses wearied and jaded. The streets were even quieter than when we had gone; everyone was sleeping off last night's revelry,. and we met hardly a soul till we reached the little gate of the palace. There Sapt's old groom was waiting for us. " Is all well, sir? " he asked. " All's well," said Sapt, and the man, coming to took my hand to kiss. HIS MAJESTY SLEEPS IN STRELS/1U. 93 " The king's hurt ! " he cried. " It's nothing," said I as I dismounted. " I Caught my finger in the door." " Remember silence ! " said Sapt. " Ah ! but, my good Freyler, I do not need to tell you that ! " The old fellow shrugged his shoulders. " All young men like to ride abroad now and again; why not the king?" said he; and Sapt's laugh left his opinion of my motives undisturbed. " You should always trust a man," observed Sapt, fitting the key in the lock " just as far as you must." We went in and reached the dressing room. Flinging open the door, we saw Fritz von Tarlen- heim stretched, fully dressed, on the sofa. He seemed to have been sleeping, but our entry woke him. He leaped to his feet, gave one glance at me, and with a joyful cry threw himself on his knees before me. " Thank God, sire ! thank God, you're safe ! " he cried, stretching his hand up to catch hold of mine. I confess that I was moved. This king, what- ever his faults, made people love him. For a mo 94 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. ment I could not bear to speak or break the poot fellow's illusion. But tough old Sapt had no such feeling. He slapped his hand on his thigh delightedly. " Bravo, lad! " cried he. " We shall do! " Fritz looked up in bewilderment I held out my hand. " You're wounded, sire! " he exclaimed. "It's only a scratch," said I, "but " I paused. He rose to his feet with a bewildered air. Hold- ing my hand, he looked me up and down, and down and up. Then suddenly he dropped my hand and reeled back. " Where's the king? Where's the king? " he cried. " Hush, you fool! " hissed Sapt. " Not so loud I Here's the king! " A knock sounded at the door. Sapt seized me by the hand. "Here, quick, to the bedroom! Off with your cap and your boots. Get into bed. Cover every- thing up." HIS MAJESTY SLEEPS IN STRELSAU. 95 I did as I was bid. A moment later Sapt looked in, nodded, grinned, and introduced an extremely smart and deferential young gentleman, who came up to my bedside, bowing again and again, and in- formed me that he was of the household of the Princess Flavia, and that her Royal Highness had sent him especially to inquire how the king's health was after the fatigues which his Majesty had under- gone yesterday. "My best thanks, sir, to my cousin," said I; " and tell her Royal Highness that I was never bet- ter in my life." " The king," added old Sapt (who, I began to find, loved a good lie for its own sake), " has slept without a break all night." The young gentleman (he reminded me of Osric in " Hamlet ") bowed himself out again. The farce was over, and Fritz von Tarlenheim's pale face re- called us to reality though, in faith, the farce had to be reality for us now. " Is the king dead ? " he whispered. " Please God, no," said I. " But he's in the hands of Black Michael ! " CHAPTER VIIL A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER. A REAL king's life is perhaps a hard one; but a pretended king's is, I warrant, much harder. On the next day Sapt instructed me in my duties what I ought to do and what I ought to know for three hours; then I snatched breakfast, with Sapt still opposite me, telling me that the king always took white wine in the morning and was known to detest all highly seasoned dishes. Then came the chancellor for another three hours; and to him I had to explain that the hurt to my finger (we turned that bullet to happy account) prevented me from writing whence arose great to-do, hunting of precedents and so forth, ending in my " making my mark," and the chancellor attesting it with a superfluity of solemn oaths. Then the French ambassador was introduced, to present his creden- tials; here my ignorance was of no importance, as A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER. 97 the king would have been equally raw to the busi- ness (we worked through the whole corps diplo- matique in the next few days, a demise of the crown necessitating all this bother). Then, at last, I was left alone. I called my new servant (we had chosen, to succeed poor Josef, a young man who had never known the king), had a brandy and soda brought to me, and observed to Sapt that I trusted that I might now have a rest. Fritz von Tarlenheim was standing by. "By Heaven!" he cried, "we waste time. Aren't we going to throw Black Michael by the heels? " " Genfly, my son, gently," said Sapt, knitting his brows. " It would be a pleasure, but it might cost us dear. Would Michael fall and leave the king alive? " " And," I suggested, " while the king is here in Strelsau, on his throne, what grievance has he against his dear brother Michael? " " Are we to do nothing, then? " " We're to do nothing stupid," growled Sapt " In fact, Fritz," said I, " I am reminded of a 98 THE PRISONER OF ZENDJ. situation in one of our English plays ' The Critic ' have you heard of it? Or, if you like, or two men, each covering the other with a revolver, For I can't expose Michael without exposing my- self " " And the king," put in Sapt. " Ar/d, hang me, if Michael won't expose himself if he tries to expose me! " " It's very pretty," said old Sapt. " If I'm found out," I pursued, " I will make a clean breast of it, and fight it out with the duke; but at present I'm waiting for a move from him." " He'll kill the king," said Fritz. " Not he," said Sapt. f ' Half of the Six are in Strelsau," said Fritz. " Only half? You're sure? " asked Sapt eagerly. " Yes only half." " Then the king's alive, for the other three are guarding him! " cried Sapt. "Yes you're right!" exclaimed Fritz, his face brightening. " If the king were dead and buried they'd all be here with Michael. You know Mf^iael's back, colonel? " A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER. 99 " I know, curse him! " " Gentlemen, gentlemen," said I, " who are the Six?" " I think you'll make their acquaintance soon/' said Sapt. " They are six gentlemen whom Michael maintains in his household; they belong- to him body and soul. There are three Ruritanians; then there's a Frenchman, a Belgian, and one of your countrymen." " They'd all cut a throat if Michael told them," said Fritz. " Perhaps they'll cut mine," I suggested. " Nothing more likely," agreed Sapt. " Who are here, Fritz? " " De Gautet, Bersonin, and Detchard." "The foreigners! It's as plain as a pikestaff. He's brought them, and left the Ruritanians with the king: that's because he wants to commit the Ruritanians as deep as he can." " They were none of them among our friends at the lodge, then? " I asked. " I wish they had been," said Sapt wistfully, " They had been, not Six, but Four, by now." *00 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA, I had already developed one attribute of royalty a feeling that I need not reveal all my mind or my secret designs even to my intimate friends,, I had fully resolved on my course of action. I meant to make myself as popular as I could, and at the same time to show no disfavor to Michael. By these means I hoped to allay the hostility of his ad- herents, and make it appear, if an open conflict came about, that he was ungrateful and not oppressed. Yet an open conflict was not what I hoped for c The king's interest demanded secrecy; and while secrecy lasted I had a fine game to play in StrelsatL Michael should not grow stronger for delay! I ordered my horse, and, attended by Fritz von Tarlenheim, rode in the grand avenue of the royal park, returning all the salutes which I received with punctilious politeness. Then I rode through a few of the streets, stopped and bought flowers of a pretty girl, paying her with a piece of gold; and then, having attracted the desired amount of atten- tion (for I had a trail of half a thousand people after me), I rode to the residence of the Princess Flavia, A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER, lot and asked if she would receive me. This step cre- ated much interest, and was met with shouts of approval. The princess was very popular, and the chancellor himself had not scrupled to hint to me that the more I pressed my suit, and the more rapidly I brought it to a prosperous conclusion, the stronger should I be in the affection of my sub- jects. The chancellor, of course, did not under- stand the difficulties which lay in the way of fol- lowing his loyal and excellent advice. However, I thought I could do no harm by calling; and in this view Fritz supported me with a cordiality that sur- prised me, until he confessed that he also had his motive for liking to visit the princess' house, which motive was no other than a great desire to see the princess' lady in waiting and bosom friend, the Countess Helga von Strofzin. Etiquette seconded Fritz's hopes. While I was ushered into the princess' room he remained with the countess in the antechamber; in spite of the people and servants who were hanging about I doubt not that they managed a tete-a-tete; but I had no leisure to think of them, for I was playing the 102 THE PRISONER OF ZEND/t. most delicate move in all my difficult game. I had to keep the princess devoted to me and yet indifferent to me; I had to show affection for her and not feel it. I had to make love for another, and that to a girl who princess or no princess was the most beautiful I had ever seen. Well, I braced myself to the task, made no easier by the charming embarrassment with which I was re- ceived. How I succeeded in carrying out my pro- gramme will appear hereafter. " You are gaining golden laurels," she said. " You are like the prince in Shakspere who was transformed by becoming king. But I'm forget- ting you are king, sire." " I ask you to speak nothing but what your heart tells you and to call me nothing but my name." She looked at me for a moment. "Then I'm glad and proud, Rudolf," said she. " Why, as I told you, your very face is changed." I acknowledged the compliment, but I disliked the topic; so I said: " My brother is back, I hear. He made an ex- cursion, didn't he? " A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER, IOJ " Yes, he is here," she said, frowning a little. " He can't stay long from Strelsau, it seems," I observed, smiling. " Well, we are all glad to see him. The nearer he is the better." The princess glanced at me with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. " Why, cousin? Is it that you can " " See better what he's doing? Perhaps," said I. " And why are you glad? " " I didn't say I was glad," she answered. " Some people say so for you." " There are many insolent people," she said, with delightful haughtiness. " Possibly you mean that I am one? " " Your Majesty could not be," she said, courtesying in feigned deference, but adding, mischievously, after a pause: "Unless, that " Well, unless what? " " Unless you tell me that I mind a snap of my fingers where the Duke of Strelsau is." Really I wished that I had been the king. " You don't care where Cousin Michael " 104 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. "Ah, Cousin Michael! I call him the Duke ol Strelsau." " You call him Michael when you meet him? " " Yes by the orders of your father." " I see. And now by mine? " " If those are your orders." " Oh, decidedly! We must all be pleasant to our dear Michael." " You order me to receive his friends, too, I sup- pose? " " The Six? " " You call them that, too? " " To be in the fashion I do. But I order you to receive no one unless you like." " Except yourself? " " I pray for myself. I could not order." As I spoke there came a cheer from the street. The princess ran to the window. "It is he!" she cried. "It is the Duke of Strelsau!" I smiled, but said nothing. She returned to her seat. For a few minutes we sat in silence. The noise outside subsided, but I heard the tread of feet 4 FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER, 105 in the anteroom. I began to talk on general sub- jects. This went on for some minutes. I won- dered what had become of Michael, but it did not seem to be for me to interfere. All at once, to my great surprise, Flavia, clasping her hands, asked in an agitated voice: " Are you wise to make him angry? " "What? Who? How am I making him angry." " Why, by keeping him waiting." " My dear cousin, I don't want to keep him K " Well, then, is he to come in? " " Of course, if you wish it." She looked at me curiously. " How funny you are! " she said. " Of course no one could be answered while I was with you." Here was a charming attribute of royalty! " An excellent etiquette! " I cried. " But I had clean forgotten it; and if I were alone with some- one else couldn't you be announced? " ;< You know as well as I do. I could be, because I am of the Blood; " and she still looked puzzled. " I never could remember all these silly rules, 9 * 106 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. said I rather feebly, as I inwardly cursed Fritz for not posting me up. " But I'll repair my fault." I jumped up, flung open the door, and advanced into the anteroom. Michael was sitting at a table, a heavy frown on his face. Everyone else was standing, save that impudent young dog Fritz, who was lounging easily in an armchair, and flirting with the Countess Helga. He leaped up as I entered, with a deferential elasticity that lent point to his former nonchalance. I had no difficulty in understanding that the duke might not like young Fritz. I held out my hand, Michael took it, and I em- braced him. Then I drew him with me into the inner room. " Brother," I said, " if I had known you were here you should not have waited here a moment before I asked the princess to permit me to bring you to her." He thanked me, but coldly. The man had many qualities, but he could not hide his feelings. A *iere stranger could have seen that he hated me, A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER 105 and hated worse to see me with Princess Flavia; yet I am persuaded that he tried to conceal both feelings, and, further, that he tried to persuade me that he believed I was verily the king. I did not know, of course; but unless the king was an impos- tor, at once cleverer and more audacious than I (and I began to think something of myself in that role), Michael could not believe that. And if he didn't how he must have loathed paying me defer- ence, and hearing my " Michael " and my "Flavia"! " Your hand is hurt, sire," he observed with con- cern. " Yes; I was playing a game with a mongrel dog (I meant to stir him), and you know, brother, such have uncertain tempers." He smiled sourly, and his dark eyes rested on me for a moment. " But is there no danger from the bite? " cried Flavia anxiously. " None from this," said I. " If I gave him a chance to bite deeper it would be different, cousin." lo8 THE PRISONER Of ZENDJ. " But surely he has been destroyed? " said she. " Not yet. We're waiting to see if his bite is harmful." " And if it is? " asked Michael, with his sour smile. " He'll be knocked on the head, brother," said I. " You won't play with him any more? " urged Flavia. " Perhaps I shall." " He might bite again." " Doubtless he'll try," said I, smiling. Then, fearing Michael would say something which I must appear to resent (for, though I might show him my hate, I must seem to be full of favor), I began to compliment him on the magnificent con- dition of his regiment and on their loyal greeting to me on the day of my coronation. Thence I passed to a rapturous description of the shooting lodge which he had lent me. But he rose suddenly to his feet. His temper was failing him, and as an ex- cuse he said farewell. However, as he reached the door he stopped, saying: " Three friends of mine are very anxious to haW A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER, 109 the honor of being presented to you, sire. They are here in the antechamber." I joined him presently, passing my arm through his. The look on his face was honey to me. We entered the antechamber in fraternal fashion. Michael beckoned, and three men came forward. " These gentlemen," said Michael, with a stately courtesy which, to do him justice, he could assume with perfect grace and ease, " are the loyalest and most devoted of your Majesty's servants, and are my very faithful and attached friends." " On the last ground as much as the first," said I, " I am very pleased to see them." They came one by one and kissed my hand De Gautet, a tall, lean fellow, with hair standing straight up and waxed mustache; Bersonin, the Belgian, a portly man of middle height with a bald head (though he was not far past thirty) ; and last, the Englishman, Detchard, a narrow-faced fellow, with close-cut fair hair and a bronzed complexion. He was a finely made man, broad in the shoulders and slender in the hips. A good fighter, but a crooked customer, I put him down for. I spoke no THE PRISONER OF ZEND A. to him in English, with a slight foreign accent, and I swear the fellow smiled, though he hid the smile in an instant. " So Mr. Detchard is in the secret," thought I. Having got rid of my dear brother and his friends, I returned to make my adieu to my cousin. She was standing at the door. I bade her farewell, taking her hand in mine. " Rudolf," she said, very low, " be careful, won't you? " " Of what? " " You know I can't say. But think what your life is to " Well, to ? " " To Ruritania." Was I right to play the part, or wrong to play the part? I know not; evil lay both ways, and I dared not tell her the truth. " Only to Ruritania? " I asked softly. A sudden flush spread over her incomparable face. " To your friends, too," she said. "Friends?" A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER. n 8< And to your cousin," she whispered, " and lov- ing servant." I could not speak. I kissed her hand, and went out cursing myself. Outside I found Master Fritz, quite reckless of the footmen, playing at cat's-cradle with the Count- ess Helga. " Hang it! " said he, " we can't always be plot- ting. Love claims his share." "I'm inclined to think he does," said I; and Fritz, who had been by my side, dropped respect- fully behind. CHAPTER IX. A NEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE. IF I were to detail the ordinary events of my daily life at this time, they might prove instructive to people who are not familiar with the insides of palaces; if I revealed some of the secrets I learned, they might prove of interest to the statesmen of Europe. I intend to do neither of these things. I should be between the Scylla of dullness and the Charybdis of indiscretion, and I feel that I had far better confine myself strictly to the underground drama which was being played beneath the surface of Ruritanian politics. I need only say that the secret of my imposture defied detection. I made mistakes. I had bad minutes: it needed all the tact and graciousness whereof I was master to smooth over some apparent lapses of memory and unmindfulness of old acquaintances of which I was guilty. But I escaped, and I attributed my escape, A NEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE. "3 as I said before, most of all to the very audacity of the enterprise. It is my belief that, given the nec- essary physical likeness, it was far easier to pretend to be king of Ruritania than it would have been to personate my next-door neighbor. One day Sapt came into my room. He threw me a letter, saying: " That's for you a woman's hand, I think. But I've some news for you first." "What's that?" " The king's at the castle of Zenda," said he. " How do you know? " " Because the other half of Michael's Six are there. I had inquiries made, and they're all there Lauengram, Krafstein, and young Rupert Hent- zau; three rogues, too, on my honor, as fine as live in Ruritania." " Well? " " Well, Fritz wants you to marsh to the castle with horse, foot, and artillery." " And drag the moat? " I asked. "That would be about it," grinned Sapt; "and we shouldn't find the king's body then." 114 THE PRISONER OF ZEN DA. " You think it's certain he's there? " " Very probable. Besides the fact of those three being there, the drawbridge is kept up and no one goes in without an order from young Hentzau or Black Michael himself. We must tie Fritz up." " I'll go to Zenda," said I. " You're mad." " Some day." " Oh, perhaps. You'll very likely stay there, if you do." " That may be, my friend," said I carelessly. " His Majesty looks sulky," observed Sapt. " How's the love affair? " " Damn you, hold your tongue! " I said. He looked at me for a moment; then he lit his pipe. It was quite true that I was in a bad tem- per, and I went on perversely: " Wherever I go I'm dogged by half a dozen fellows." " I know you are; I send 'em," he replied com- posedly. " What for? " " Well," said Sapt, puffing away, s< it wouldn't A NEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE. n$ be exactly inconvenient for Black Michael if you disappeared. With you gone the old game that we stopped would be played or he'd have a shot at it." " I can take care of myself." " De Gautet, Bersonin, and Detchard are in Strelsau; and any one of them, lad, would cut your throat as readily as readily as I would Black Michael's and a deal more treacherously. What's the letter? " I opened it and read it aloud: If the king desires to know what it deeply concerns the king to know, let him do as this letter bids him. At the end of the New Avenue there stands a house in large grounds. The house has a portico, with a statue of a nymph in it. A wall in- closes the garden ; there is a gate in the wall at the back. At twelve o'clock to-night, if the king enters alone by that gate, turns to the right, and walks twenty yards, he will find a sum- merhouse, approached by a flight of six steps. If he mounts and enters, he will find someone who will tell him what touches most dearly his life and his throne. This is written by a faith- ful friend. He must be alone. If he neglects the invitation, his life will be in danger. Let him show this to no one, or he will ruin a woman who loves him ; Black Michael does not pardon. " No," observed Sapt as I ended, " but he can dictate a very pretty letter." 6 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. " I had arrived at the same conclusion, and was about to throw the letter away, when I saw there was more writing on the other side. " Hallo! there's some more." If you hesitate [the writer continued] consult Coloftrf Sapt "Eh!" exclaimed that gentleman, genuinely astonished. " Does she take me for a greater fool than you? " I waved to him to be silent. Ask him what woman would do most to prevent the duke from marrying his cousin, and therefore most to prevent his be- coming king ? And ask if her name begins with A. I sprang to my feet. Sapt laid down his pipe. "Antoinette de Mauban, by Heaven!" I cried. " How do you know? " asked Sapt. I told him what I knew of the lady, and how I knew it. He nodded. " It's so far true that she's had a great row with Michael," said he thoughtfully. " If she would, she could be useful," I said. " I believe, though, that Michael wrote that letter." A HEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE. n^f " So do I, but I mean to know for certain. I shall go, Sapt." " No, I shall go," said he. " You may go as far as the gate." " I shall go to the summerhouse." " I'm hanged if you shall! " I rose and leaned my back against the mantel- piece. " Sapt, I believe in that woman, and I shall go." " I don't believe in any woman," said Sapt, " and you shan't go." " I either go to the summerhouse or back to England," said I. Sapt began to know exactly how far he could lead or drive, and when he must follow. " We're playing against time," I added. " Every day we leave the king where he is there is fresfo risk. Every day I masquerade like this there ifl fresh risk. Sept, we must play high; we must fotte the game." " So be it," he said with a sigh. To cut the story short, at half-past eleven that night Sapt and I mounted our horses. Fritz was Zl8 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. again left on guard, our destination not being re- vealed to him. It was a very dark night. I wore no sword, but I carried a revolver, a long knife, and a bull's-eye lantern. We arrived outside the gate. I dismounted. Sapt held out his hand. " I shall wait here," he said. " If I hear a shot I'll " " Stay where you are; it's the king's only chance. You mustn't come to grief too." " You're right, lad. Good luck! " I pressed the little gate. It yielded, and I found myself in a wild sort of shrubbery. There was a grass-grown path and, turning to the right as I had been bidden, I followed it cautiously. My lantern was closed, the revolver was in my hard. I heard not a sound. Presently a large dark object loomed out of the gloom ahead of me. It was the summer- house. Reaching the steps, I mounted them and found myself confronted by a weak, rickety wooden door, which hung upon the latch. I pushed it open and walked in. A woman flew to me and seized my hand. " Shut the door/' she whiskered. A NEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE. **9 I obeyed, and turned the light of my lantern OL her. She was in evening dress, arrayed very sumptuously, and her dark striking beauty was marvelously displayed in the glare of the bull's-eye. The summerhouse was a bare little room, furnished only with a couple of chairs and a small iron table, such as one sees in a tea garden or an open-air cafe. " Don't talk," she said. " We've no time. Lis- ten! I know you, Mr. Rassendyll. I wrote that letter at the duke's orders." " So I thought," said I. " In twenty minutes three men will be here to kill you." "Three the three?" " Yes. You must be gone by then. If not, to night you'll be killed " " Or they will." " Listen, listen ! When you're killed, your body will be taken to a low quarter of the town. It will be found there. Michael will at once arrest all your friends Colonel Sapt and Captain von Tar-= lenheim first proclaim a state of siege in Strelsau ftc THE PRISONER OF ZEND4. and send a messenger to Zenda. The other three will murder the king in the castle, and the duke will proclaim either himself or the princess him- self if he is strong enough. Anyhow, he'll marry her, and become king in fact, and soon in name. Do you see? " " It's a pretty plot. But why, madame, do you " " Say I'm a Christian or say I'm jealous. My "God! shall I see him marry her? Now go; but re- member this is what I have to tell you that never by night or by day are you safe. Three men follow you as a guard. Is it not so? Well, three follow them. Michael's three are never two hun- dred yards from you. Your life is not worth a moment if ever they find you alone. Now go. Stay, the gate will be guarded by now. Go down softly, go past the summerhouse, on for a hundred yards, and you'll find a ladder against the wall. Get over it and fly for your life." "And you? "I asked. " I have my game to play, too. If he finds out what I have done we shall not meet again. If A NEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE. Z9* not I may yet But never mind. Go at once." " But what will you tell him? " " That you never came that you saw through the trick." I took her hand and kissed it. " Madame," said I, " you have served the king well to-night. Where is he in the castle? " She sank her voice to a fearful whisper. I lis- tened eagerly. "Across the drawbridge you come to a heavy door; behind that lies Hark! What's that? * There were steps outside. "They're coming! They're too soon! Heav* ens! they're too soon!" and she turned pale as death. " They seem to me," said I, " to be in the nick of time." " Close your lantern. See, there's a chink in the door. Can you see them? " I put my eye to the chink. On the lowest step I saw three dim figures. I cocked my revolver* Antoinette hastily laid her hand on mine. 113 THE PRISONER OF ZEND*. " You may kill one," said she. " But what then? " A voice came from outside-'-a voice that spoke perfect English. " Mr. Rassendyll," it said. I made no answer. " We want to talk to you. Will you promise not to shoot till we've done? " " Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Det- chard? " I said. " Never mind names." " Then let mine alone." . x " All right, sire. I've an offer for you." I still had my eye to the chink. The three had mounted two steps more; three revolvers pointed bill at the door. " Will you let us in? We pledge our honor to observe the truce." " Don't trust them," whispered Antoinette. " We can speak through the door," said I. " But you might open it and fire," objected Det- .dbard; "and though we should finish you, you A NE1V USE FOR A TEA TABLE, 223 might finish one of us. Will you give your honor not to fire while we talk? " " Don't trust them," whispered Antoinette again. A sudden idea struck me. I considered it ior a moment. It seemed feasible. " I give my honor not to fire before you do," said I ; ' but I won't let you in. Stand outside and. talk." " That's sensible," he said. The three mounted the last step, and stood just outside the door. I laid my ear to the chink. I could hear no words, but Detchard's head was close to that of the taller of his companions (De Gautet, I guessed). "H'm! Private communications," thought L Then I said aloud: " Well, gentlemen, what's the offer? " " A safe-conduct to the frontier, and fifty thou- sand pounds English." " No, no," whispered Antoinette in the lowest of whispers. " They are treacherous." 24 THE PRISONER Of " That seems handsome," said I, reconnoitering through the chink. They were all close together, just outside the door now. I had probed the hearts of the ruffians, and I did not heed Antoinette's warning. They meant to " rush " me as soon as I was engaged in talk. " Give me a minute to consider," said I; and I thought I heard a laugh outside. I turned to Antoinette. " Stand up close to the wall, out of the line of fire from the door," I whispered. " What are you going to do? " she asked in fright. " You'll see," said I. I took up the little iron table. It was not very- heavy for a man of my strength, and I held it by the legs. The top, protruding in front of me, made a complete screen for my head and body. I fastened iny closed lantern to my belt and put my revolver in a handy pocket. Suddenly I saw the door move ever so slightly perhaps it was the wind, perhaps it was a hand trying it outside. I drew back as far as I could from the door, A HEW USh FOR A TEA TABLE. 125 holding- the table in the position that I have de- scribed. Then I called out: " Gentlemen, I accept your offer, relying on your honor. If you will open the door " " Open it yourself," said Detchard. " It opens outward," said I. " Stand back i little, gentlemen, or I shall hit you when I open it." I went and fumbled with the latch. Then I stole back to my place on tiptoe. "I can't open it!" I cried. "The latch has caught." " Tut! I'll open it! " cried Detchard. " Non- sense, Bersonin, why not? Are you afraid of one man? " I smiled to myself. An instant later the door was flung back. The gleam of a lantern showed me the three close together outside, their revolvers leveled. With a shout I charged at my utmost pace across the summerhouse and through the doorway. Three shots rang out and battered into my shield. Another moment, and I leaped out and the table caught them full and square, and in a tumbling, swearing, struggling mass they and I and 126 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. that brave table rolled down the steps of the sum- merhouse to the ground below. Antoinette de Mauban shrieked, but I rose to my feet, laughing aloud. De Gautet and Bersonin lay like men stunned. Detchard was under the table, but as I rose he pushed it from him and fired again. I raised my revolver and took a snap shot. I heard him curse, and then I ran like a hare, laughing as I went, past the summerhouse and along by the wall. I heard steps behind me, and, turning round, I fired again for luck. The steps ceased. " Please God," said I, " she told me the truth about the ladder! " for the wall was high and topped with iron spikes. Yes, there it was. I was up and over in a min- ute. Doubling back, I saw the horses. Then I heard a shot. It was Sapt. He had heard us and was battling and raging with the locked gate, ham- mering it and firing into the keyhole like a man possessed. He had quite forgotten that he was not to take part in the fight. Whereat I laughed again, and said as I clapped him on the shoulder: A NEW USE FOR A TEA TABLE. 127 " Come home to bed, old chap. I've got the finest tea-table story that ever you heard ! " He started and cried: " You're safe! " and wrung my hand. But a moment later he added: " And what the devil are you laughing at? " " Four gentlemen round a tea table," said I, laughing still, for it had been uncommonly ludi- crous to see the formidable three altogether routed and scattered with no more deadly weapon than an ordinary tea table. Moreover, you will observe that I had honorably kept my word and not fired till they did. CHAPTER X. A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN. IT was the custom that the prefect of police should send every afternoon a report to me on the condition of the capital and the feeling of the people: the document included also an account of the movements of any persons whom the police had received instructions to watch. Since I had been in Strelsau Sapt had been in the habit of read- ing the report and telling me any items of interest which it might contain. On the day after my ad- venture in the summerhouse he came in as I was playing a hand of ecarte with Fritz von Tarlenheim. " The report is rather full of interest this after- noon," he observed, sitting down. " Do you find," I asked, " any mention of a cer tain fracas? " He shook his head with a smile. " I find this first," he said: " ' His Highness the Mi A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN. i?9 Duke of Strelsau left the city (so far as it appears, suddenly), accompanied by several of his house- hold. His destination is believed to be the castle of Zenda, but the party traveled by road and not by train. MM. De Gautet, Bersonin, and Detchard followed an hour later, the last named carrying his arm in a sling. The cause of his wound is not known, but it is suspected that he has fought a duel, probably incidental to a love affair.' ' " That is remotely true," I observed, very well pleased to find that I had left my mark on the fellow. " Then we come to this," pursued Sapt. " Mme. de Mauban, whose movements have been watched according to instructions, left by train at midday. She took a ticket for Dresden " " It's an old habit of hers," said I. " * The Dresden trains stop at Zenda.' An acute fellow, this. And finally listen to this: ' The state of feeling in the city is not satisfactory. The king is much criticised ' (you know he's told to be quite frank) ' for taking no steps about his marriage. From inquiries among the entourage of the Princess I3<> THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. Flavia her Royal Highness is believed to be deeply offended by the remissness of his Majesty. The common people are coupling her name with, that of the Duke of Strelsau, and the duke gains much popularity from the suggestion. I have caused the announcement that the king gives a ball to- night in honor of the princess to be widely diffused, and the effect is good/ ' " That is news to me," said I. " Oh, the preparations are all made! " laughed Fritz. " I've seen to that." Sapt turned to me and said in a sharp, decisive voice: " You must make love to her to-night, you know." "I think it very likely I shall if I see her alone/' said I. "Hang it, Sapt, you don't suppose I find it difficult? " Fritz whistled a bar or two; then he said: " You'll find it only too easy. Look here, I hate telling you this, but I must. The Countess Helga told me that the princess had become most at- A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN. 13* tached to the king. Since the coronation her feel- ings have undergone a marked development. It's quite true that she is deeply wounded by the king's apparent neglect." " Here's a kettle of fish! " I groaned. "Tut, tut!" said Sapt. "I suppose you've made pretty speeches to a girl before now? That's all she wants." Fritz, himself a lover, understood better my dis- tress. He laid his hand on my shoulder, but said nothing. " I think, though," pursued that cold-blooded old Sapt, " that you'd better make your offer to- night." " Good Heavens! " " Or, at any rate, go near it; and I shall send a ' semi-official ' to the papers." " I'll do nothing of the sort no more will you!" said I. "I utterly refuse to take part in making a fool of the princess." Sapt looked at me with his small keen eyes. A! slow, cunning smile passed over his face. 13* THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. "All right, lad, all right!" said he. "We mustn't press you too hard. Soothe her down a bit, if you can, you know. Now for Michael ! " "Oh, damn Michael!" said I. "He'll do to- morrow. Here, Fritz, come for a stroll in the garden." Sapt at once yielded. His rough manner cov- ered a wonderful tact and, as I came to recognize more and more, a remarkable knowledge of human nature. Why did he urge me so little about the princess? Because he knew that her beauty and my ardor would carry me further than all his argu- ments and that the less I thought about the thing the more likely was I to do it. He must have seen the unhappiness he might bring on the princess; but that went for nothing with him. Can I say, confidently, that he was wrong? If the king were restored the princess must turn to him, either knowing, or not knowing, the change. And if the king were not restored to us? It was a subject that we had never yet spoken of. But I had an idea that, in such a case, Sapt meant to seat me on the throne of Ruritania for the term of my life. A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN. 133 He would have set Satan himself there sooner than that pupil of his, Black Michael. The ball was a sumptuous affair. I opened it by dancing a quadrille with Flavia; then I waltzed with her. Curious eyes and eager whispers at- tended us. We went in to supper; and halfway through I, half mad by then, for her glance had answered mine, and her quick breathing met my stammered sentences I rose in my place before all the brilliant crowd, and taking the Red Rose that I wore, flung the ribbon with its jeweled badge round her neck. In a tumult of applause I sat down; I saw Sapt smiling over his wine, and Fritz frowning. The rest of the meal passed in silence; neither Flavia nor I could speak. Fritz touched me on the shoulder, and I rose, gave her my arm, and walked down the hall into a little room, where coffee was served to us. The gentlemen and ladies in attendance withdrew, and we were alone. The little room had French windows opening on the gardens. The night was fine, cool, and fra- grant. Flavia sat down, and I stood opposite her. I was struggling with myself; if she had not looked 134 THE PRISONER OF ZEND/I. at me I believe that even then I should have won my fight. But suddenly, involuntarily, she gave me one brief glance a glance of question, hur- riedly turned aside; a blush that the question had overcome spread over her cheek, and she caught her breath. Ah, if you had seen her! I forgot the king in Zenda. I forgot the king in Strelsau. She was a princess and I an impostor. Do you think I re- membered that? I threw myself on my knee and seized her hands in mine. I said nothing. Why should I? The soft sounds of the night set my wooing to a wordless melody as I pressed my kisses on her lips. She pushed me from her, crying suddenly: "Ah! is it true? or is it only because you must? " " It's true! " I said in low, smothered tones " true that I love you more than life or truth or honor! " She set no meaning to my words, treating them as one of love's sweet extravagances. She came close to me, and whispered: A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN *35 " Oh, if you were not the king! Then I could show you how I love you! How is it that I love you now, Rudolf? " " Now? " " Yes just lately. I I never did before." Pure triumph filled me. It was I Rudolf Ras* sendyll who had won her! I caught her round the waist. " You didn't love me before? " I asked. She looked up into my face, smiling, as she whispered: " It must have been your crown. I felt it first on the coronation day." " Never before? " I asked eagerly. She laughed low. " You speak as if you would be pleased to hear me say ' Yes ' to that," she said. "Would 'Yes 'be true?" " Yes," I just heard her breathe, and she went on in an instant: " Be careful, Rudolf; be careful, dear. He will be mad now." "What, Michael? If Michael were the worst " Z36 THE PRISONER OF ZEKDA. " What worst is there? " There was yet a chance for me. Controlling myself with a mighty effort, I took my hands off her and stood a yard or two away. I remember now the note of the wind in the elm trees out- side. " If I were not the king," I began; "if I were only a private gentleman " Before I could finish her hand was in mine. " If you were a convict in the prison of Strelsau you would be my king," she said. And under my breath I groaned, " God forgive me! " and, holding her hand in mine, I said again: " If I were not the king " "Hush, hush!" she whispered. "I don't de- serve it I don't deserve to be doubted. Ah, Ru- dolf! does a woman who marries without love look on the man as I look on you? " And she hid her face from me. For more than a minute we stood there to- gether; and I, even with my arm about her, sum- moned up what honor and conscience her beauty and the toils that I was in had left me. A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN. 137 (< Flavia," I said in a strange, dry voice that seemed not my own, " I am not " As I spoke as she raised her eyes to me there was a heavy step on the gravel outside, and a man appeared at the window. A little cry burst front Flavia as she sprang back from me. My half- finished sentence died on my lips. Sapt stood there, bowing low, but with a stern frown on his face. " A thousand pardons, sire," said he, " but his Eminence the Cardinal has waited this quarter of an hour to offer his respectful adieu to your Majesty." I met his eye full and square; and I read in it an angry warning. How long he had been a listener I knew not, but he had come in upon us in the nick of time. "We must not keep his Eminence waiting," said I. But Flavia, in whose love there lay no shame, with radiant eyes and blushing face held out her hand to Sapt. She said nothing, but no man could have missed her meaning who had ever seen a 3 8 THE PRISONER OF ZEND* woman in the exaltation of love. A sour, yet sad, smile passed over the old soldier's face, and there was tenderness in his voice as, bending to kiss her hand, he said: " In joy and sorrow, in good times and bad, God save your Royal Highness! " He paused and added, glancing at me and draw- ing himself up to military erectness: " But before all conies the king God save the king! " And Flavia caught at my hand and kissed it, murmuring: "Amen! Good God, amen!" We went into the ballroom again. Forced to receive adieus, I was separated from Flavia; every- one, when he left me, went to her. Sapt was out and in of the throng, and where he had been glances, smiles, and whispers were rife. I doubted not that, true to his relentless purpose, he was spreading the news that he had learned. To up- hold the crown and beat Black Michael that was his one resolve. Flavia, myself aye, and the real king in Zenda, were pieces in his game; and pawns -I HANDF.D FLA VI A DOWN THE BROAD MARBLE STEPS." Page 1S9- A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN. *39 have no business with passions. Not even at the walls of the palace did he stop; for when at last I handed Flavia down the broad marble steps and into her carriage there was a great crowd awaiting us, and we were welcomed with deafening cheers. What could I do? Had I spoken then they would have refused to believe that I was not the king; they might have believed that the king had run mad. By Sapt's devices and my own ungoverned passion I had been forced on, and the way back had closed behind me; and the passion still drove me in the same direction as the devices se- duced me. I faced all Strelsau that night as the king and the accepted suitor of the Princess Flavia. At last, at three in the morning, when the cold light of dawning day began to steal in, I was in my dressing room, and Sapt alone was with me. I sat like a man dazed, staring into the fire; he puffed at his pipe; Fritz was gone to bed, having almost re- fused to speak to me. On the table by me lay a rose; it had been in Flavia's dress, and as we parted she had kissed it and given it to me. 24 THE PRISONER Of ZENDA. Sapt advanced his hand toward the rose, but, with a quick movement, I shut mine down upon it. " That's mine/' I said, " not yours nor the king's either." " We struck a good blow for the king to-night," said he. I turned on him fiercely. " What's to prevent me striking a blow for my- self? " I said. He nodded his head. " I know what's in your mind," he said. " Yes, lad; but you're bound in honor." " Have you left me any honor? " " Oh, come! to play a little trick on a girl " " You can spare me that. Colonel Sapt, if you would not have me utterly a villain if you would not have your king rot in Zenda, while Michael and I play for the great stake outside You follow me? " " Aye, I follow you." " We must act, and quickly! You saw to-night you heard to-night " " I did," said he. A GREAT CHANCE FOR A VILLAIN. I4 w Your cursed acuteness told you what I should do. Well, leave me here a week and there's another problem for you. Do you find the an- swer? " " Yes, I find it," he answered, frowning heavily. " But if you did that you'd have to fight me first and kill me." " Well, and if I had or a score of men? I tell you, I could raise all Strelsau on you in an hour, and choke you with your lies yes, your mad lies in your mouth." " It's gospel truth," he said " thanks to my ad- vice, you could." " I could marry the princess, and send Michael and his brother together to " " I'm not denying it, lad," said he. " Then, in God's name," I cried, stretching out my hands to him, " let us go to Zenda and crush this Michael, and bring the king back to his own again." The old fellow stood and looked at me for full a minute. " And the princess? " he said. 4 THE PRISONER OF ZEND*. I bowed my head to meet my hands, and crushed the rose between my fingers and my lips. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and his voice sounded husky is he whispered low in my ear: " Before God, you're the finest Elphberg of them all. But I have eaten of the king's bread, and I am the king's servant. Come, we will go to Zenda!" And I looked up and caught him by the hand. And the eyes of both of us were wet. CHAPTER XI. HUNTING A VERY BIG BOAR. THE terrible temptation which was assailing jne will now be understood. I would so force Michael's hand that he must kill the king. I was in a position to bid him defiance and tighten my grasp on the crown not for its own sake, but be- cause the King of Ruritania was to wed the Prin- cess Flavia. What of Sapt and Fritz? Ah! but a man cannot be held to write down in cold blood the wild and black thoughts that storm his brain when an uncontrolled passion has battered a breach for them. Yet, unless he sets up as a saint, he need not hate himself for them. He is better em- . ployed, as it humbly seems to me, in giving thanks that power to resist was vouchsafed to him than in fretting over wicked impulses which come un- sought and extort an unwilling hospitality from the weakness of our nature. 144 THE PRISONER OF ZEND*. It was a fine bright morning when I walked^ tin* attended, to the princess' house, carrying a nose- gay in my hand. Policy made excuses for love, and every attention that I paid her, while it riveted my own chains, bound closer to me the people of the great city, who worshiped her. I found Fritz's inamorata, the Countess Helga, gathering blooms in the garden for her mistress' wear, and prevailed on her to take mine in their place. The girl was rosy with happiness, for Fritz, in his turn, had not wasted his evening, and no dark shadow hung over his wooing, save the hatred which the Duke of Strelsau was known to bear him. " And that," she said, with a mischievous smile, "your Majesty has made of no moment. Yes p I will take the flowers; shall I tell you, sire, what is the first thing the princess does with them? " We were talking on a broad terrace that ran along the back of the house, and a window above our heads stood open. " Madame ! " cried the countess merrily, and Flavia herself looked out. I bared my head and HUNTING A VERY BIG ROAR, 145 bowed. She wore a white gown, and her hair was loosely gathered in a knot. She kissed her hand to me, crying: " Bring the king up, Helga; I'll give him some coffee/' The countess, with a gay glance, led the way, and took me into Flavia's morning room. And, left alone, we greeted one another as lovers are wont. Then the princess laid two letters before me. One was from Black Michael a most cour- teous request that she would honor him by spend- ing a day at his castle of Zenda, as had been her custom once a year in the summer, when the place and its gardens were in the height of their great beauty. I threw the letter down in disgust, and Flavia laughed at me. Then, growing grave again, she pointed to the other sheet. " I don't know who that comes from," she said. " Read it." I knew in a moment. There was no signature at all this time, but the handwriting was the same as that which had told me of the snare in the sum- merhouse; it was Antoinette de Mauban's. 4* THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. 1 have no cause to love you [it ran], but God forbid that you should fall into the power of the duke. Accept no invi- tations of his. Go nowhere without a large guard a regiment is not too much to make you safe, Show this, if you can, to him who reigns in Strelsau. " Why doesn't it say ' the king '? " asked Flavia, leaning over my shoulder, so that the ripple of her hair played on my cheek. " Is it a hoax? " "As you value life, and more than life, my queen," I said, " obey it to the very letter. A regi- ment shall camp round your house to-day. See that you do not go out unless well guarded." "An order, sire?" she asked, a little rebellious. " Yes, an order, madame if you love me." "Ah! " she cried; and I could not but kiss her. '' You know who sent it? " she asked. " I guess," said I. " It is from a good friend and, I fear, an unhappy woman. You must be ill, Flavia, and unable to go to Zenda. Make your excuses as cold and formal as you like." " So you feel strong enough to anger Michael? * she said, with a proud smile. " I'm strong enough for anything- while you are safe," said I. HUNTING A VERY BIG BOAR. 14? Soon I tore myself away from her, and then, without consulting Sapt, I took my way to the house of Marshal Strakencz. I had seen some- thing of the old general, and I liked and trusted him. Sapt was less enthusiastic, but I had learned by now that Sapt was best pleased when he could do everything, and jealousy played some part in his views. As things were now I had more work than Sapt and Fritz could manage, for they must come with me to Zenda, and I wanted a man to guard what I loved most in all the world, and suffer me to set about my task of releasing the king with i quiet mind. The marshal received me with most loyal kind- ness. To some extent I took him into my confi- dence. I charged him with the care of the princess, looking him full and significantly in the face as I bade him let no one from her cousin the duke approach her, unless he himself were there and a dozen of his men with him. " You may be right, sire," said he, shaking his gray head sadly. " I have known better men than the duke do worse things than that for love," *48 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA, I could quite appreciate the remark, but I said: " There's something besides love, marshal. Love's for the heart; is there nothing my brother might like for his head? " " I pray that you wrong him, sire." " Marshal, I'm leaving Strelsau for a few days. Every evening I will send a courier to you. If for three days none comes you will publish an order which I will give you, depriving Duke Michael of the governorship of Strelsau and appointing you in his place. You will declare a state of siege. Then you will send word to Michael that you de- mand an audience of the king You follow me?" " Aye, sire." " In twenty-four hours. If he does not produce the king " I laid my hand on his knee " then the king is dead, and you will proclaim the next heir. You know who that is? " " The Princess Flavia." " And swear to me, on your faith and honor, and by the fear of the living God, that you will HUNTING A VERY BIG BOAR. 149 Stand by her to your death, and kill that reptile, and seat her where I sit now." " On my faith and honor, and by the fear of God, I swear it! And may Almighty God pre* serve your Majesty, for I think that you go on an errand of danger." " I hope that no life more precious than mine may be demanded," said I, rising. Then I held out my hand to him. " Marshal," I said, " in days to come it may be = I know not that you will hear strange things of the man who speaks to you now. Let him be what he may, and who he may, what say you of the manner in which he has borne himself as king in Strelsau? " The old man, holding my hand, spoke to me, man to man. " I have known many of the Elphbergs," said he, " and I have seen you. And, happen what may, you have borne yourself as a wise king and a brave man; aye, and you have proved as courteous a gentleman and as gallant a lover as any that havs been of the House." *5 THE PRISONER OF " Be that my epitaph," said I, " when thr time come that another sits on the throne of Ruritania." " God send a far day, and may I not see it! " said he. I was much moved, and the marshal's worn face twitched. I sat down and wrote my order. " I can hardly yet write," said I ; " my finger is stiff still." It was, in fact, the first time that I had ventured /o write more than a signature; and, in spite of the pains I had taken to learn the king's hand, I was not yet perfect in it. " Indeed, sire," he said, " it differs a little from your ordinary handwriting. It is unfortunate, for it may lead to a suspicion of forgery." " Marshal," said I, with a laugh, " what use are the guns of Strelsau if they can't assuage a little suspicion? " He smiled grimly and took the paper. " Colonel Sapt and Fritz von Tarlenheim go with me/' I continued. " You go to seek the duke? " he asked in a low tone. HUNTING A VERY BIG BOAR, I$I "Yes, the duke, and someone else of whom I have need and who is at Zenda," I replied. " I wish I could go with you," he cried, tugging at his white mustache. " I'd like to strike a blow for you and your crown." " I leave you what is more than my life and more than my crown," said I, " because you are the man I trust more than all others in Ruritania." " I will deliver her to you safe and sound," said he, " and, failing that, I will make her queen." We parted, and I returned to the palace and told Sapt and Fritz what I had done. Sapt had a few faults to find and a few grumbles to utter. This was merely what I expected, for Sapt liked to be consulted beforehand, not informed afterward; on the whole, he approved of my plans, and his spirits rose high as the hour of action drew nearer and nearer. Fritz, too, was ready; though he, poor fellow, risked more than Sapt did, for he was a lover, and his happiness hung in the scale. Yet how I envied him! For the triumphant issue which would crown him with happiness and unite him to his mistress, the success for which we were 15 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. bound to hope and strive and struggle, meant to me sorrow more certain and greater than if I were doomed to fail. He understood something of this, for, when we were alone (save for old Sapt, who was smoking at the other end of the room), he passed his arm through mine, saying: " It's hard for you. Don't think I don't trust you; I know you have nothing but true thoughts in your heart." But I turned away from him, thankful that he could not see what my heart held, but only be witness to the deeds that my hands were to do. Yet even he did not understand, for he had not dared to lift his eyes to the Princess Flavia, as I had lifted mine. Our plans were now all made, even as we pro- ceeded to carry them out, and as they will hereafter appear. The next morning we were to start on the hunting excursion. I had made all arrangements lor being absent, and now there was only one thing left to do the hardest, the most heart-breaking. As evening fell I drove through the busy streets to HUNTING A YERY BIG BOAR, 153 Flavia's residence. I was recognized as I went, and heartily cheered. I played my part, and made shift to look the happy lover. In spite of my de- pression I was almost amused at the coolness and delicate hauteur with which my sweet love re- ceived me. She had heard that the king was leav- ing Strelsau on a hunting expedition. " I regret that we cannot amuse your Majesty here in Strelsau," she said, tapping her foot lightly on the floor. " I would have offered you more entertainment, but I was foolish enough to think " " Well, what ? " I asked, leaning over her. " That for just a day or two, after after last night you might be happy without much gayety; " and she turned pettishly from me, as she added, " I hope the boars will be more engross- ing." " I'm going after a very big boar," said I; and, because I could not help it, I began to play with her hair, but she moved her head away. " Are you offended with me? " I asked in feigned surprise, for I could not resist tormenting her a '54 THE PRISONER OF ZEND/f. little. I had never seen her angry, and every fresh aspect of her was a delight to me. " What right have I to be offended ? True, you said last night that every hour away from me was wasted. But a very big boar! that's a different thing." " Perhaps the boar will hunt me," I suggested " Perhaps, Flavia, he'll catch me." She made no answer. " You are not touched even by that danger ? " Still she said nothing; and I, stealing round! found her eyes full of tears. " You weep for my danger ? " Then she spoke, very low: " This is like what you used to be; but not like the king the king I I have come to love ! " With a sudden great groan I caught her to my heart. " My darling ! " I cried, forgetting everything but her, " did you dream that I left you to go hunting ? " "What then, Rudolf? Ah! you're no* go- in^ HUNTING A VERY BIG BOAR, 155 "Well, it is hunting. I go to seek Michael in Ms lair." She had turned very pale. " So you see, sweet, I was not sc poor a lover as you thought me. I shall not be long gone." " You will write to me, Rudolf? " I was weak, but I could not say a word to stir suspicion in her. " I'll send you all my heart every day," said I. " And you'll run no danger? " " None that I need not." " And when will you be back? Ah, how long it will be!" " When shall I be back? " I repeated. " Yes, yes ! Don't be long, dear, don't be long, I shan't sleep while you're away." " I don't know when I shall be back," said I. " Soon, Rudolf, soon? " " God knows, my darling. But if never " " Hush, hush ! " and she pressed her lips to mine. " If never," I whispered, " you must take my 156 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA jplace; you'll be the only one of the House then, You must reign, and not weep for me." For a moment she drew herself up like a very queen. " Yes, I wilii " she said. " I will reign. I will do my part. Though all my life will be empty and my heart dead, yet I'll do it! " She paused, and sinking against me again, wailed softly: " Come soon! come soon! " Carried away, I cried loudly: "As God lives, I yes, I myself will see you once more before I die ! " " What do you mean? " she exclaimed with wondering eyes; but I had no answer for her, and she gazed at me with her wondering eyes. I dared not ask her to forget; she would have found it an insult. I could not tell her then who and what I was. She was weeping, and I had but to dry her tears. " Shall a man not come back to the loveliest lady in all the wide world? " said I. " A thousand Michaels should not keep me from you! " HUNTING A VERY BIG BOAR. I$y She clung to me a little comforted. " You won't let Michael hurt you? " " No, sweetheart." " Or keep you from me? " " No, sweetheart." " Nor anyone else? " And again I answered: " No, sweetheart." Yet there was one not Michael who, if he lived, must keep me from her; and for whose life I was going forth to stake my own. And his figure the lithe, buoyant figure I had met in the woods of Zenda the dull, inert mass I had left in the cellar of the shooting lodge seemed to rise, double-shaped, before me, and to come between us, thrusting itself in even where she lay, pale, ex- hausted, fainting, in my arms, and yet looking up at me with those eyes that bore such love as I have never seen, and haunt me now, and will till the ground closes over me and (who knows?) per 'laps beyond CHAPTER XIL I RECEIVE A VISITOR AND BAIT A HOOK. ABOUT five miles from Zenda, on the opposite side from that on which the castle was situated, there lies a large tract of wood. It is rising ground and in the center of the demesne, on the top of the hill, stands a fine modern chateau, the property of a distant kinsman of Fritz's, the Count Stanislas von Tarlenheim. Count Stanislas him- self was a student and a recluse. He seldom vis- ited the house, and had, on Fritz's request, very readily and courteously offered me its hospitality for myself and my party. This, then, was our des- tination; chosen ostensibly for the sake of the boar hunting (for the wood was carefully preserved, and boars, once common all over Ruritania, were still to be found there in considerable numbers), really because it brought us within striking distance of fthe Duke of Strelsau's more magnificent dwelling *' RECEIVE A VISITOR AND BAIT A HOOK. 1 59 on the other side of the town. A large party of servants, with horses and luggage, started early in the morning; we followed at midday, traveling by train for thirty miles, and then mounting our horses to ride the remaining distance to the chdteau. We were a gallant party. Besides Sapt and Fritz, I was accompanied by ten gentlemen. Every one of them had been carefully chosen, and no less carefully sounded by my two friends, and all were devotedly attached to the person of the king. They were told a part of the truth. The attempt on my life in the summerhouse was re- vealed to them as a spur to their loyalty and an indictment against Michael. They were also in- formed that a friend of the king's was suspected to be forcibly confined within the castle of Zenda. His rescue was one of the objects of the expedi- tion; but, it was added, the king's main desire was to carry into effect certain steps against his treach- erous brother, as to the precise nature of which they could not at present be further enlightened. Enough that the king commanded their services and would rely on their devotion when occasions ^60 THE PRISONER OF ZENDA, arose to call for it. Young, well-bred, brave, and loyal, they asked no more. They were ready to prove their dutiful obedience, and prayed for a fight as the best and most exhilarating mode of showing it. Thus the scene was shifted from Strelsau to the chateau of Tarlenheim and castle of Zenda, which frowned at us across the valley. I tried to shift my thoughts also, to forget my love, and to bend all my energies to the task before me. It was to get the king out of the castle alive. Force was useless: in some trick lay the chance; and I had already an inkling of what we must do. But I was terribly hampered by the publicity which attended my movements. Michael must know by now of my expedition; and I knew Michael too well to suppose that his eyes would be blinded by the feint of the boar hunt. He would understand very well what the real quarry was. That, however, must be risked that and all it might mean; for Sapt, no less than myself, recognized that the present state of things had become unendurable. And there was one thing that I dared to calculate on nok 1 RECEIVE A VISITOR AND BAIT A HOOK. *6* as I now know, without warrant. It was this that Black Michael would not believe that I meant well by the king. He could not appreciate I will not say an honest man, for the thoughts of my own heart have been revealed but a man acting hon- estly. He saw my opportunity as I had seen it, as Sapt had seen it; he knew the princess nay (and I declare that a sneaking sort of pity for him invaded me), in his way he loved her; he would think that Sapt and Fritz could be bribed, so the bribe were large enough. Thinking thus, would he kill the king, my rival and my danger? Aye, verily, that he would, with as little compunction as he would kill a rat. But he would kill Rudolf Ras- sendyll first, if he could; and nothing but the cer- tainty of being utterly damned by the release of the king alive and his restoration to the throne would drive him to throw away the trump card which he held in reserve to balk the supposed game of the impudent impostor Rassendyll. Musing on all this as I rode along, I took courage. Michael knew of my coming, sure enough. I had not been in the house an hour when an impos- 16* THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. ing embassy arrived from him. He did not quite reach the impudence of sending my would-be assassins, but he sent the other three of his famous Six the three Ruritanian gentlemen Lauen- gram, Krafstein, and Rupert Hentzau. A fine, strapping trio they were, splendidly horsed and admirably equipped. Young Rupert, who looked a dare-devil, and could not have been more than twenty-two or twenty-three, took the lead, and made us the neatest speech, wherein my devoted subject and loving brother, Michael of Strelsau, prayed me to pardon him for not paying his ad- dresses in person, and, further, for not putting his castle at my disposal; the reason for both of these apparent derelictions being that he and several of his servants lay sick of scarlet fever, and were in a very sad, and also a very infectious state. So de- clared young Rupert with an insolent smile on his curling upper lip and a toss of his thick hair he was a handsome villain, and the gossip ran that many a lady had troubled her heart for him already. " If my brother has scarlet fever," said I, " he is U RECEIVE A VISITOR. AND BAIT A HOOK, J nearer my complexion than he is wont to be, my lord. I trust he does not suffer? " " He is able to attend to his affairs, sire." " I hope all beneath your roof are not sick. What of my good friends De Gautet, Bersonin, and Detchard? I heard the last had suffered a hurt." Lauengram and Krafstein looked glum and un- easy, but young Rupert's smile grew broader. " He hopes soon to find a medicine for it, sire," he answered. And I burst out laughing, for I knew what medi= cine Detchard longed for it is called Revenge. " You will dine with us, gentlemen? " I asked. Young Rupert was profuse in apologies. They had urgent duties at the castle. " Then," said I, with a wave of my hand, " to our next meeting, gentlemen. May it make us better acquainted! " " We will pray your Majesty for an early oppor- tunity," quoth Rupert airily; and he strode past Sapt with such jeering scorn on his face that I saw the old fellow clench his fist and scowl black as night. i