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Updated: May 13, 2025
"You may be assured that we shall never forget," replied another voice that Barney recognized at once as belonging to Prince Peter of Blentz, the one time regent of Lutha. "It is not for myself," continued Count Zellerndorf, "that I crave your gratitude, but for my emperor.
Aside from the fact that Peter of Blentz is out of the question, is the more important fact that your line is closer to the throne than his. He knew it, and this knowledge was the real basis of his hatred of you." As the old chancellor ceased speaking he drew his sword and raised it on high above his head. "The king is dead," he said. "Long live the king!"
But that is not necessary you conform perfectly to the printed description of you with which the kingdom is flooded. Were that not enough, the fact that you were discovered with old Von der Tann's daughter is sufficient to remove the least doubt as to your identity." "You are governor of Blentz," cried Barney, "and yet you say that you have never seen the king?" "Certainly," replied Maenck.
Stealthily he raised himself on his elbow and gazed at the other across the apartment. He listened intently. The regular breathing of the sleeper proclaimed the soundness of his slumber. Gingerly the man placed one foot upon the floor. The eye glued to the crack at the edge of the great, gilt frame of the Blentz princess remained fastened upon him.
Peter of Blentz saw that the day was lost, for the troops upon the right were crumpling before the false king while he and his cavalrymen were yet a half mile distant. Before the retreat could become a rout the prince regent ordered his forces to fall back slowly upon a suburb that lies in the valley below the city. Once safely there he raised a white flag, asking a conference with Prince Ludwig.
Remember that I have been at Blentz and that there the King of Lutha is not apt to learn all that transpires in Lustadt." "Sire," replied the chancellor, "we face a grave crisis. Not only is there within Lutha the small force of Austrian troops that surround Blentz, but now an entire army corps has crossed the border. Unquestionably they are marching on Lustadt.
At the same time other troopers rode in many directions along the highways and byways of Lutha, tacking placards upon trees and fence posts and beside the doors of every little rural post office. The placard told of the escape of the mad king, offering a large reward for his safe return to Blentz.
Long before Prince von der Tann reached Lustadt he had come to the conclusion that Leopold was in virtue a prisoner in Blentz. To prove his conclusion he directed one of his staff to return to Blentz and attempt to have audience with the king. "Risk anything," he instructed the officer to whom he had entrusted the mission.
As Barney paced within the palace, waiting for word that Leopold had been found, Peter of Blentz was filled with equal apprehension as he, too, waited for the same tidings.
"If you will first escort this young lady to a place of safety," replied Barney. "She will be quite safe at Blentz," said the lieutenant. Barney turned to look at the girl, a question in his eyes. Before them stood the soldiers with drawn revolvers, and now at the summit of the hill a dozen more appeared in command of a sergeant. They were two against nearly a score, and Barney Custer was unarmed.
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