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The King had now become a part of their life and interest, he was one with them, not apart from them as once he had been; therefore he must have known how Lotys had loved them. Yes, someone should surely tell the King! "The King must be informed of this," went on Zouche; "If there is no one else to take the news to him, I will!"
With a powerful effort he rallied his forces, and drawing from his breast the small folded paper which had been found on the body of Lotys, and which was inscribed with the words 'My Last Wish, he held it out to the King. "Then your Majesty will perhaps grant her the burial she here demands?" he said "It is a strange request! but not difficult to gratify!"
Lotys, seated at the head of a long supper-table, had been crowned by her admirers with a wreath of laurels, and as she sat more or less silent, with a rather weary expression on her face, she looked like the impersonation of a Daphne, exhausted by the speed of her flight from pursuing Apollo.
And do you consider the time wasted that has been spent in improving and instructing your newly-born children?" Lotys turned upon him with a look of disdain. "You are a would-be jester;" she said coldly; "Old men love a jest, I know, but they should take care to make it at the right time, and in the right place.
"The King is brave, but beyond exceptional courage, I do not think he differs from other men." "Have you seen him lately?" "No." The answer came coldly, and with evident resentment at the query. Thord hesitated a minute or two, looking at her yearningly; then he suddenly laid his hand on her arm. "Lotys!" he said in a half-whisper; "If you would only love me! If you would be my wife!"
You are a fine fellow your brain is a dome decorated with glorious ideals! and yet you are like all of us, weak in one point, as Achilles in the heel. One thing could turn you from man into beast and that would be if Lotys loved not you she never will love you but another!"
The flatteries of the great world are spoiling you!" "Bah!" said Pequita, with a contemptuous wave of her small brown hands. "The flatteries of the great world! To what do they lead? To that!" and she made another eloquent sign towards the Royal box; "I would rather dance for you and Lotys, and Sergius Thord, and Pasquin Leroy, than all the Kings of the world together!
"What of the Queen?" she said. He started back, as though he had been stung. "The Queen!" he repeated, mechanically "The Queen!" "Ay, the Queen!" said Lotys. "She is your wife the mother of your sons! She has never loved you, you would say, you have never loved her. But you are her husband! Would you make me your mistress?" Her voice was calm.
By this time supper was nearly over, and the landlord, clearing the remains of the heavier fare, set fruit and wine on the board. Sergius Thord filled his glass, and made a sign to his companions to do the same. Then he stood up. "To Lotys!" he said, his fine eyes darkening with the passion of his thought. "To Lotys, who inspires our best work, and helps us to retain our noblest ideals!"
"If it had not been for Lotys, he would not be a Deputy, or anything else, save perchance a Communist or an Anarchist!" he said; "he used to be one of the fiercest malcontents in all the country when I first came here. Many and many is the time I have heard him threaten to kill the King!" "Ah!" said the Professor meaningly, the while he bent his eyes on the flickering fire. Again a silence fell.
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