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Updated: May 25, 2025
Six weeks prior to his arrival in New York, the young Prince landed in San Francisco. He had come by way of the Orient, accompanied by the Chief of Staff of the Graustark Army, Count Quinnox, hereditary watch-dog to the royal family! and a young lieutenant of the guard, Boske Dank. Two men were they who would have given a thousand lives in the service of their Prince.
"And if she says she is?" "Well," said the Prince, ruefully, "I'll still take her word for it." "And then?" "Then I shall be equally frank and tell her that I am Robin of Graustark. That will put us all square again, and we'll see what comes of it in the end." "You don't mean to say you'll you'll continue as you were?" gasped Dank. "That depends entirely on Miss Guile, Boske."
And one sets about it with interest, with the breakfast of the next day as a thing to look forward to. R. Schmidt sat facing the dejected Boske Dank. His eyes were dancing with the joy of living, and nothing better can be said of a man's character than that he is gay and happy at breakfast-time. He who wakes up, refreshed and buoyant, and eager for the day's adventure, is indeed a child of nature.
We sneak into this Godforsaken hamlet, surrounded on all sides by abominations in the shape of tourists, and at the end of twenty-four hours we discover that the fair Miss Guile has played us a shabby trick. I daresay she is laughing herself sick over the whole business." "Which is more than you can say for yourself, Boske," said Robin blithely. "Brace up! All is not lost.
"When she tells me to go about my business, I'll go, but not until then. Don't you like honey, Dank?" "No," said Dank savagely. "I hate it." He leaned back in his chair and glowered upon the innocent, placid Jungfrau. The Prince ate in silence. "May I be permitted a question, highness?" "All you like, Boske. You are my best friend. Go ahead." "Did you see Miss Guile after that visit to St.
If I find happiness, you are almost sure to find disgrace and death, eh? It doesn't seem a fair division, does it? I suppose you all feel that the worst thing that can possibly happen is for me to find happiness." "If I were the Prince of Graustark I should first think of the happiness of my subjects. I would not offend." "Well put, Boske, but fortunately you are not the Prince.
"Cheer up, Boske," cried Robin, slapping him on the shoulder. "You'll meet another fate before you're a month older. The world is absolutely crowded with girls." "You can't crowd the world with one girl," said Dank, and it was quite evident from his expression that he believed the world contained no more than one.
"You shame me, Baron," he said simply. "I am sorry that I spoke as I did. You are my friends, my loyal friends, and I would have humbled you in the eyes of my people. I beg your pardon, and yours, Boske. After all, I am only a prince and a prince is dependent on the loyalty of such as you. I take back all that I said." The Baron laid a kindly hand on the young man's shoulder.
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