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Updated: May 18, 2025
"I care not if there are but three inhabitants Graustark, all told, it is certainly worthy of a position on any map," said Lorry, gallantly; and his listeners applauded with patriotic appreciation. "By the way, Mr. Gug Guggenslocker, you say the conductor asked you for my name and you did not know it. May I ask how you learned it later on?"
Lorry understood, and was the first to snatch the document from her hands. A half-written Yetive, a blot and a long, spluttering scratch of the pen told how near she had come to signing away the lands of Graustark, forgetful of the fact that it could be of no benefit to the prisoner she loved. "Yetive!" gasped her uncle, in horror. "She would have signed," cried Gaspon, in wonder and alarm.
They were on the edge of the village before she succeeded in finding out all that she could, and it was not a great deal, either. She learned that the town of Balak was in Axphain, scarcely a mile from the Graustark line. There was an eating and sleeping house on the main street, and the population of the place did not exceed three hundred.
She looked up in surprise. "Then it is really something disloyal?" "I have called it a test, your highness," he responded enigmatically. "Well, we'll see," she said, and forthwith turned her eyes to the all-important paper. A quick flush crossed her brow; her eyes blinked hopelessly. The note was written in the Graustark language! "I'll read it later, Baldos.
They were the reckless, devil-may-care mountaineers and robbers from the hills of Graustark itself. Truxton King's chance to pay his debt to Vos Engo came after one of the fiercest, most determined charges. The young Count, who had transferred his charges from the old tower to the strong north wing of the Castle, had been fighting desperately in the front rank for some time.
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.
Gabriel is powerful and we do not seek a war with him. There is another foe for whom we are quietly whetting our swords." The significant remark caused both listeners to prick up their ears. But he disappointed, their curiosity, and they were left to speculate as to whom the other foe might be. Did he mean that Graustark was secretly, slyly making ready to resist, treaty or no treaty?
As for Baldos, the faintest sign of a smile touched his lips and his eyes were twinkling as he bent his head quickly. Franz was right; she did not know a word of the Graustark language. "I have entered the service for six months, your highness," he said in English. "You have honored me, and I give my heart as well as my arm to your cause."
"You don't mean it!" "Yes. We were lucky with the guns to-day. Fate was kind to us and to you, for we are better prepared to entertain royalty to-day than at any time since I have been in the hills of Graustark." "Then you have not always lived in Graustark?" "Alas, no, your highness. I have lived elsewhere." "But you were born in the principality?"
He was revolving a selfish, cowardly capitulation to love and injustice, when a sharp tap was heard at the door. Leaping to his feet he whispered: "Quinnox! He has come for me. Now to get out of your room without being seen!" The Princess Yetive ran to him, and, placing her hands on his shoulders, cried with the fierceness of despair: "You will go back to the monastery? You will leave Graustark?
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