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"Great Scott!" exclaimed Anguish. "It never rains but it hails, so here's hail to the princes three." "We are the Mecca for runaway royalty, it seems," said Count Halfont. "Go on with the story, Baron Dangloss," cried the princess. "It is like a book." "A description of the young man accompanies the offer of a large reward for information that may lead to his return home for reconciliation.
He rode on, his dark face stamped with pity for the man whose arrest he was to make. Had he heard that cry from his sovereign the papers would have been in her destroying grasp with the speed that comes only to the winged birds. Seeing him disappear down the avenue, she threw her hands to her head and sank back with a moan, fainting. Count Halfont caught her in his arms.
The great coach of gold, with its half score of horses, rolled sombrely beneath nature's canopy of green, surrounded on all sides by proud members of the Royal Guard. Word came down the line that the Prince sat alone in the rear seat of the great coach, facing the Prime Minister and Countess Halfont. Two carriages from the royal stables preceded the Prince's coach.
"I am sorry to have forgotten myself in your presence. It shall not occur again. Pray forgive me." Prince Bobby was still unappeased. "I could have you beheaded," he said stubbornly. "Couldn't I, Uncle Caspar?" Count Halfont gravely informed him that it was not customary to behead gentlemen except for the most heinous offences against the Crown.
"The interest on this loan is not all you ask, I understand," said Halfont, slowly, his black eyes glittering. "You ask something that Graustark cannot and will not barter the hand of its Sovereign. If you are willing to make this loan, naming a fair rate of interest, withdrawing your proposal of marriage, we can come to an agreement."
So, you see, it's all right. Say, Uncle Caspar, may I take a crack at old Marlanx with my new rifle if I get a chance? I've been practising on the target range, and Uncle Jack says I'm a reg'lar Buffalo Bill." Count Halfont unceremoniously hugged his wriggling grand-nephew. A cheer went up from the others. "Long live Prince Robin!" shouted Count Vos Engo. Prince Robin looked abashed.
Then his face brightened. "But I don't think he'll be sore after I tell him how busy we've been." The Duke put his hand over his mouth. "I don't think he'll mind half an hour's wait, do you?" "He likes me to be very prompt." Count Halfont interposed, good-humouredly. "There is nothing more to come before us to-day, your Grace, so I fancy we may as well close the meeting.
"Well, by the gods, we have a goodly lot of heroes about us," exclaimed Lorry. "But, after all," ventured the Countess Halfont, "Baldos may be none of these men." "Good heavens, Aunt Yvonne, don't suggest anything so distressing," said Yetive. "He must be one of them." "I suggest a speedy way of determining the matter," said Anguish. "Let us send for Baldos and ask him point blank who he is.
The nobleman doubted very much, however, if the missive hastily written by Lorry could find its way to her, as she had never been so occupied as now. Lorry, in his brief note, prayed for a short audience for himself and Mr. Anguish, requesting that Count Halfont be present.
The one whom he was supposed to regard as the princess was not in the council chamber. Lorry opened the examination at the request of Count Halfont, the premier. Baldos quietly answered the questions concerning his present position, his age, his term of enlistment, and his interpretations of the obligations required of him. "Ask him who he really is," suggested the Iron Count sarcastically.
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