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Rassendyll with those few who knew him, her only hope that she may some day be with him again. In great pomp we laid him to his rest in the vault of the kings of Ruritania in the Cathedral of Strelsau. There he lies among the princes of the House of Elphberg.
The King began talking of what he would do in the future, old Sapt of what he had done in the past, Fritz of some beautiful girl or other, and I of the wonderful merits of the Elphberg dynasty. We all talked at once, and followed to the letter Sapt's exhortation to let the morrow take care of itself. At last the King set down his glass and leant back in his chair. "I have drunk enough," said he.
"Nay, but I love yours it's the Elphberg red." "Colour in a man," said I, "is a matter of no more moment than that! and I gave her something of no value. "God send the kitchen door be shut!" said she. "Amen!" said I, and left her. In fact, however, as I now know, colour is sometimes of considerable moment to a man. A Merry Evening with a Distant Relative
"Hardly with Rudolf about," said Robert, shaking his head. "Why should it be forgotten?" I asked. "Rudolf!" exclaimed my brother's wife, blushing very prettily. I laughed, and went on with my egg. And, by way of closing the discussion and also, I must admit, of exasperating my strict little sister-in-law a trifle more I observed: "I rather like being an Elphberg myself."
"The drunken dog!" he said; "but he's an Elphberg and the son of his father, and may I rot in hell before Black Michael sits in his place!" For a moment or two we were all silent; then Sapt, knitting his bushy grey brows, took his pipe from his mouth and said to me: "As a man grows old he believes in Fate. Fate sent you here. Fate sends you now to Strelsau."
"We're an hour early," said Sapt. "We'll send word forward for your Majesty's arrival, for there'll be no one here to meet us yet. And meanwhile " "Meanwhile," said I, "the King'll be hanged if he doesn't have some breakfast." Old Sapt chuckled, and held out his hand. "You're an Elphberg, every inch of you," said he.
"They'll kill him, if you don't." "Sapt, suppose they have killed the King?" "Then, by heaven, you're as good an Elphberg as Black Michael, and you shall reign in Ruritania! But I don't believe they have; nor will they kill him if you're on the throne. Will they kill him, to put you in?"
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