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"I don't know that I want to kill him," I said. "Yet, neither do I care for him to kill me." Both looked at me in quick interrogation. I motioned for them to sit down. "I've had a visit from the Duke, this afternoon," I said. And I told them the entire interview. Bernheim smiled sourly, when I had ended. "You may have good use, sir, for that trick of fence," he said.
"And it's more than likely I am riding for a fall." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's a fast race over a strange course and they will ride you down if they can." "I know it," said I, "but I fancy I shall rather enjoy the excitement and Bernheim and Moore can be depended on, I think." "Undoubtedly you may be sure the King chose them advisedly.
I had just arrived from Baden-Baden, and my intention was to spend only twenty-four hours in Paris. I had invited four or five of my friends Callières, Bernheim, Frondeville, and Valreas to my place in Poitou for the shooting season. They were to come in the first part of October, and it needed a week to put all in order at Roche-Targé.
It was Colonel Bernheim who brought me the Princess's commands for the dance; and the courteous way he did his office made me like him on the instant. And this, though there was a certain deference of manner that was rather suggestive. The Princess was in the small room behind the throne and, when I was announced, beckoned me to her.
"I'll make a try for him," I answered; "but the time is very short." It was ten miles to Dornlitz, and we did it in an hour. On the way, I explained the whole situation to the Princess and read her the letters. She was amazed and her indignation was intense. Nor did she hesitate to express it freely before Bernheim. And I saw his stern face break into a glad smile. It told him much.
"It was quite unintentional. He tried to work a coup that is very little known. Instead of the regular defence I used one I had myself developed and which ends in a wrench. I gave it a bit too vigorously and the Duke dropped his foil." Bernheim gave a gruff laugh. "Dropped it!" he exclaimed. "Aye, and so lightly it flew twenty feet and hit the wall near the roof."
"Welcome, Colonel Bernheim," I said. Again he saluted; then drew out an envelope and handed it to me. "Important papers for Your Highness," he said. "They were received at Headquarters after your departure and, as they required action to-night, I thought it best to follow you." With a word of apology, I walked over to the nearest window and slowly read the letters.
"First, let me escort you to the house," he insisted. I put my hand on his arm. "Lotzen may have his hired bravoes," I said, "but I'm blessed with two good friends in you and Bernheim." The warm-hearted Irishman took my hand and pressed it. "We both are Your Highness's servants until death," he said.
I supposed he was thinking of Lotzen. After a short rest, Moore and I faced each other. "Let us cut the parades," I said and Bernheim gave the word to engage. Without conceit I can say that I am more than moderately skillful with the sword. It is, possibly, the one hobby of my life.
This is enough to justify our undertaking to write a book of our own, instead of simply recommending the book of Professor Bernheim. This "Introduction to the Study of History" does not claim, like the Lehrbuch der historischen Methode, to be a treatise on historical methodology. It is a sketch in outline.
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