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Updated: May 25, 2025
Gaspon had cabled the Princess that affairs were in a hopeless condition, begging her to come home and do what she could in a final appeal to the people, knowing the love they had for her. She came, and has seen these loyal subjects offer their lives for her and for Graustark, but utterly unable to give what they have not money.
"Isn't that enough?" "For the murderer of a prince?" demanded Gaspon. "It would be absurd, your Highness. He is a most important person." "Quite so; he is a most important person. I think I'll offer five thousand gavvos." "More like it. He is worth that, at least," agreed Uncle Caspar. "Beyond a doubt," sanctioned Gaspon. "I am glad you do not consider me extravagant," she said, demurely.
Lords and ladies praised and lauded them, overwhelming them with the homage that comes to the brave. But Gaspon uttered one wish that struck Lorry's warm, leaping heart like a piece of ice. "Would to God that you were a Prince of the realm," said the minister of finance, a look of regret and longing in his eyes.
Then they dropped to the fatal document which Gaspon had placed on the table before her. The lines ran together and were the color of blood. Unconsciously she took the pen in her nerveless fingers. A deep sob came from the breast of her gray old uncle, and Gaspon's hand shook like a leaf as he placed the seal of Graustark on the table, ready for use.
His eyes were fastened upon the figure of the guard, and there was something like awe in their steely depths. It seemed to him that the supernatural had been enlisted against him. "He left the castle last night," he muttered, half to himself. "There seems to be no doubt of that," agreed Gaspon, the grand treasurer. "Colonel Quinnox reports his strange disappearance."
It would break my heart, my lords, to resort to this monstrous sacrifice, but I love one man first, my crown and my people after him." "You would not leave us you would not throw aside as despised the crown your ancestors wore for centuries?" cried Gaspon. "Is your Royal Highness mad?" The others were staring with open mouths and icy hearts.
Not a word was uttered for many seconds. Then old Caspar's tense muscles relaxed and his arms dropped limply from their crossed position on his breast. "My child, my child!" he cried, lifelessly. "You cannot do this thing!" "But the people?" cried Gaspon, his eyes gleaming. "You cannot act against the will of the people. Our laws, natural and otherwise. proscribe the very act you have in mind.
I hope, however, you will permit me to ask how much you are short of the amount," said Lorry, considerately yet curiously. "Our minister of finance, Gaspon, will be able to produce fifteen million gavvos at the stated time far from enough. This amount has been sucked from the people from excessive levy, and has been hoarded for the dreaded day.
Harry Anguish was in the center and the Countess Dagmar was directly in front of him, looking up with sparkling eyes and parted lips. The Count and Countess Halfont, Gaspon, the Baron Dangloss, the Duke of Mizrox, with other ladies and gentlemen, were being entertained by the gay-spirited stranger. Here he comes," cried the latter, as he caught sight of the approaching couple.
"He is sensitive, and it is possible he will not like the idea of putting our marriage to the popular vote of the people." "I insist, however, that the people be considered in the matter," said Gaspon. "In three month's time the whole nation can say whether it sanctions the revision of our laws of heredity.
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