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Involuntary curiosity called all eyes toward the painting. The effect was magical. Astonishment showed in every Krovitch face. They, one and all, uncovered their heads as they recognized in the subject the unconscious expression of their sovereign's patriotism. "Is that the work of M. Delmotte?" inquired the Colonel with voice softened by what he had just seen.
The Krovitzers, with high-bred courage, spurred forward to meet their opponents, scorning to await the attack of even such superior numbers. "For Trusia!" they shouted, and then, "For Krovitch!" as they engaged with a crash which halted the fugitives by its vehemence.
"Don't go," she pleaded as though comprehending his intentions. Unable to refuse her request he sat down beside her. "Duchess," he began in the alternative of explanation; "His Majesty " "Has chosen to ride in another car," she interrupted, loyally unwilling that even he should criticise the King of Krovitch. "It is his right.
How much the King had disclosed, how much the woman had discovered, Carter was unable to find out, as Stovik maintained a sulky silence in the face of all inquiries. Calvert Carter had a very democratic conversation with His Majesty of Krovitch. They were standing on the platform of the station at Vienna waiting with ill-concealed impatience for the train which was to carry them into Krovitch.
Their satiny nozzles dripping sparkling drops of water, the horses resumed their progress beneath the forest colonnade. Trusia turned to him. Her resolution had been difficult to reach. "When Krovitch is free," she said, "you must still remain with our army." She observed him covertly as she awaited his reply.
The sudden memory of the passing of the invisible army in the darkness came back to Carter with sinister meaning. He realized that it had been an invasion by a Russian army. Krovitch had been betrayed by Josef. Carrick was in danger. He roweled the horse's side. The animal, smarting under the punishment, plunged forward like some mad thing.
Doubtless his keen eyes had already inventoried them. "Have you found any proofs?" he asked, with a wave of his hand toward the group of miscellany. At this question, Josef faced about with a conciliatory smile. "No more than was to be expected, Excellency, upon the person of a spy of the undoubtedly superior intelligence that Russia would send on a mission to Krovitch just now.
"Josef is indulged by us," she began deprecatingly, "because to his fidelity, loyalty and zeal, we are indebted for a royal leader for Krovitch, a man descended from our one-time kings of the day when Krovitch was great." "But I thought," said the puzzled Carter, "that you were the only descendant of Augustus." "I am." The little head was raised in imperial pride.
Swords in hand, then, came the grave-faced men who had borne her hopes for Krovitch in their hearts. Courageous as any knights of old, their faces betrayed what an awful price they considered this flight to be.
This imperial acknowledgment dismissed a matter which apparently was promptly forgotten in the discussion of events in Manchuria. But the apparition of Krovitch, in arms, would not so easily down in the minds of the thoughtful present, even though an autocrat had dismissed the notion as frivolous.
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