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That it was evidently Michael's trick to have the pretender crowned, and then, by exposing the fraud and the condition of the real King, excite the indignation of the duped people, and seat himself on the throne! "But," I burst out, "shall this base-born pretender remain at Kohlslau beside the beautiful Princess Flirtia? Let us to Kohlslau at once and hurl him from the throne!"
Shall we frustrate the rascal, by having YOU personate the King?" I was well! intoxicated at the thought! But what would my sister-in-law say? Would she in her Nonconformist conscience consider it strictly honorable? But I swept all scruples aside. A King was to be saved! "I will go," I said. "Let us on to Kohlslau riding like the wind!" We rode like the wind, furiously, madly.
"One pretender is as good as another," said Spitz dryly. "But leave HIM to me. 'Tis the King we must protect and succor! As for that Scotch springald, before midnight I shall have him kidnaped, brought back to his master in a close carriage, and you YOU shall take his place at Kohlslau." "I will," I said enthusiastically, drawing my sword; "but I have done nothing yet.
Beljambe, who was going to Kohlslau, the capital of Trulyruralania, to marry the Grand Duke Michael, who, however, as I was informed, was in love with the Princess Flirtia. She blushed on seeing me but, I was told afterwards, declined being introduced to me on any account. However, I thought nothing of this, and went on to Bock, the next station to Kohlslau.
We ate and drank heavily. We danced madly around the table. Nevertheless I thought that Spitz and Fritz were worried by the King's potations, and Spitz at last went so far as to remind his Majesty that they were to start early in the morning for Kohlslau. I noticed also that as the King drank his speech grew thicker and Spitz and Fritz exchanged glances.
Even then I would have pursued him afoot, but, hearing shouts behind me, I turned as Spitz and Fritz rode up. "Has the King escaped to Kohlslau?" asked Fritz, staring at me. "No," I said, "but Rupert of Glasgow" " Rupert of Glasgow," growled Spitz. "We've settled him! He's gagged and bound and is now on his way to the frontier in a close carriage." "Rupert on his way to the frontier?" I gasped.
Panting, perspiring, packed together with cheap trippers, but exalted with the one hope of saving the King, we at last staggered out on the Kohlslau platform utterly exhausted. As we did so we heard a distant roar from the city. Fritz turned an ashen gray, Spitz a livid blue. "Are we too late?" he gasped, as we madly fought our way into the street, where shouts of "The King!
I asked. "Among the Jews yes, sire! I mean yes, SIR," she corrected herself. "You seldom see a red-headed Jew." "The Jews!" I repeated in astonishment. "Of course you know the S'helpburgs are descended directly from Solomon and have indeed some of his matrimonial peculiarities," she said, blushing. I was amazed but recalled myself. "But why do they call the Duke of Kohlslau Black Michael?"
He pointed to a wayside station where the 7.15 excursion train for Kohlslau was waiting. "But how dreadfully unmediaeval! What will the public say?" I began. "Bother the public!" he said gruffly. "Who's running this dynasty you or I? Come!"
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