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The dead man's father would demand the life of his murderer. If not Lorry, who? Graustark would certainly be asked to produce the man who killed the heir to the throne of Axphain, or to make reparation bloody reparation, no doubt. In the privacy of her room the stricken Princess collapsed from the effects of the ordeal.
Yetive and her nobles looked in surprise on this unusual performance. Dropping to his knee before the throne, Gabriel said, his voice trembling slightly with eagerness and fear: "Your Highness, to-morrow will see the turning point in the history of two, possibly three nations Graustark, Axphain and Dawsbergen. I have included my own land because its ruler is most vitally interested.
Grenfall Lorry had an astonishing theory in his mind, and the more he thought it over the more firmly it was imbedded. The warm, blue coils from the cigar wafted away into the night, carrying with them a myriad of tangled thoughts, of her, of Axphain, of the abductor, of himself, of everything. A light step on the stone floor of the shadowy balcony attracted his attention.
I bow low and lay my open heart before the truest woman in the world." He kissed the black lace hem of her gown and arose. "I am your friend and ally; Axphain and Graustark will live no more with hatred in their hearts. From you I have learned a lesson in justice and constancy." Prince Gabriel was raving like a madman as the officers hurried him and Berrowag from the room.
"Nothing could be more ridiculous," said Yetive after a pause. "We do not know Frederic, and we are not harboring him." "I am only saying what is believed to be true by Axphain, your highness. It is reported that he joined you in the mountains in June and since has held a position of trust in your army." "Would you know Prince Frederic if you were to see him?" quietly asked Lorry.
The northern plainsmen who were so soon to acknowledge Axphain sovereignty, wept and wailed over their unhappy lot. Brothers and sisters from the south cursed and moaned in sympathy. Shortly before nine o'clock, Harry Anguish, with his guard of six, rode up to the castle. Captain Dangloss was beside him on his gray charger.
Naturally, one might suspect that we should declare war at once, inasmuch as he must be taken sooner or later. But here is the point: before two months have elapsed the better element of Dawsbergen will be so disgusted with the new dose of Gabriel that it will do anything to avert a war on his account. We have led them to believe that Axphain will lend moral, if not physical, support to our cause.
"Our advance guard has met a party of hunters from Axphain. They insist that you 'the fine lady in the coach' are the Princess Yetive, returning from a secret visit to St. Petersburg, where you went to plead for assistance from the Czar." Beverly Calhoun gasped in astonishment. It was too incredible to believe. It was actually ludicrous. She laughed heartily. "How perfectly absurd."
"You know I cannot. That is why I hoped you would never know how much I care for you. Alas, you have found me out! My love was made rash by fear. You could never have escaped the vengeance of Axphain. I could not have shielded you. This was the only course and I dared not hesitate. I should have died with terror had you gone to trial, knowing what I knew.
He could hear it ticking off its messages day and night, and could hear the discussion of reports as they came in or went out. It soon became clear to him that the wire connected the room with Marlanx's headquarters near Balak in Axphain, a branch instrument being stationed in the cave above the Witch's hut.
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