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The shutters were up, the door closed; the little shop was not open for business that day. Bernenstein shook his head with a smile. His companion took no heed of my remark; he was evidently in a state of great agitation, and his eyes never left the door of the house.
Sapt's story ran on for eight or nine minutes. Then he paused, before asking: "You understand now?" "Yes, it is wonderful," said the young man, drawing in his breath. "Pooh!" said Sapt. "Nothing is wonderful: some things are unusual." Bernenstein was not convinced, and shrugged his shoulders in protest. "Well?" said the constable, with a quick glance at him.
Rupert was dead and the letter was safe, but what were we to tell that great concourse concerning their king? A queer feeling of helpless perplexity came over me and found vent in a foolish laugh. Bernenstein was by my side; he also looked out, and turned again with an eager face. "You'll have a royal progress to your palace," said he to Rudolf Rassendyll. Mr.
He took a pinch of snuff in scornful satisfaction. Young Bernenstein interrupted his cheering with a short laugh, but fell to his task again in a moment. I had recovered my senses by now, and stood panting, looking down on the crowd. It was growing dusk and the faces became blurred into a white sea.
Will your Majesty go on?" And Bernenstein took another step. "You're determined I shall," said the king with a laugh, and he let the young officer lead him away. Inside the room, Rischenheim stood with his back against the door. He was panting for breath, and his face was flushed and working with excitement. Opposite to him stood Sapt, revolver in hand.
"The king will be in this room the king. You know who is the king?" "Perfectly, Colonel." "And when the interview is ended, and we go to breakfast " "I know who will be the king then. Yes, Colonel." "Good. But we do him no harm unless " "It is necessary." "Precisely." Sapt turned away with a little sigh. Bernenstein was an apt pupil, but the colonel was exhausted by so much explanation.
The service seemed so great and the honor so high, that he almost wished he could die in the performing of his role. It would be a finer death than his soldier's dreams had dared to picture. At one o'clock Colonel Sapt came out. "Go to bed till six," said he to Bernenstein. "I'm not sleepy." "No, but you will be at eight if you don't sleep now." "Is the queen coming out, Colonel?"
"But you'll be here, Constable," urged Bernenstein, "and Fritz von Tarlenheim will arrive in an hour." "Ay, young man," said Sapt, nodding his head; "but when I fight Rupert of Hentzau, I like to have a man to spare," and he grinned broadly, being no whit afraid of what Bernenstein might think of his courage. "Now go and get him a hat," he added, and the lieutenant ran off on the errand.
"That's old Fritz!" he said; and he caught hold of Bernenstein's hand, which the lieutenant yielded with some reluctance. "Now for the plan," said he. "Bernenstein and I set out at once for the lodge yes, publicly, as publicly as we can. I shall ride right through the people there, showing myself to as many as will look at me, and letting it be known to everybody where I'm going.
"Then they didn't get him!" cried Bernenstein in deep disappointment. "No, but he gave no news to the king," said Rudolf triumphantly. They were all standing now round the queen, who sat on the couch. She seemed very faint and weary, but at peace. It was enough for her that Rudolf fought and planned for her. "And see this," Rudolf went on.
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