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Updated: June 11, 2025
But the old King did not even know she was there. The failure of her plan as to Nikky and Hedwig was known to the Countess the night before. Hedwig had sent for her and faced her in her boudoir, very white and calm. "He refuses," she said. "There is nothing more to do." "Refuses!" "He has promised not to leave Otto." Olga Loschek had been incredulous, at first. It was not possible.
Every one looked grave, and spoke in a low tone. Also there was something wrong with Nikky, who appeared not only grave, but rather stern and white.
"No dog's bite is injurious at that time." Nikky, who had had a sniff of the bone of contention, was not so easy in his mind. First quarter of the moon it might be, but the bone was not in its first quarter. "I could walk home with the boy," he suggested, "and get something at a chemist's on the way." "Will it hurt?" demanded Bobby. "We will ask for something that will not hurt."
It was getting to be a habit, just as some people crack their knuckles. "We need our friends about us," the Chancellor continued. "The Carnival is coming, always a dangerous time for us. The King grows weaker day by day. A crisis is impending for all of us, and we need you." Nikky rose, steady enough now, but white to the lips. "I give my word, sir," he said.
She was willing to be a passive enemy and be potted at, but she drew the line at falling over. Prince Ferdinand William Otto did not persist. He was far too polite. But he wished in all his soul that Nikky would come. Nikky, he felt, would die often and hard. But Nikky did not come. Came German and French, mathematics and music and no Nikky. Came at last the riding-hour and still no Nikky.
He tightened his strong arms about her. "They are planning such terrible things." Shell number two, and high explosive. "You won't let them take me from you, will you?" "God!" said poor Nikky, and kissed her hair. "If we could only be like this always! Your arms, Hedwig, your sweet arms!" He kissed her arms. Gun number three now: "Tell me how much you love me." "I there are no words, darling.
He headed for the open country. Very soon his passenger knew that he was in for a long ride possibly, a cold ride certainly. Within the city limits the car moved decorously, but when the suburbs were reached, the driver put on all his power. He drove carefully, too, as one who must make haste but cannot afford accident. Nikky grew very uncomfortable. His long legs ached.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto did not like the French tutor. His being silly about Hedwig was not the reason. Even Nikky had that trouble, and once, when they were all riding together, had said, "Canter on the snaffle, trot on the curb," when he meant exactly the opposite. It was not that. Part of it was because of his legs, which were inclined to knock at the knees.
Shall we divide them again, and start all over?" Nikky, however, proclaimed himself hopelessly beaten and a bad loser. So the Crown Prince put away the cards, which belonged to Miss Braithwaite, and with which she played solitaire in the evenings. Then he lounged to the window, his hands in his pockets.
On Wednesdays it was his privilege or not; as you think of it to take luncheon with the Archduchess; and once in so often she would forget and go out. Or be in, and not expecting him, which was as bad. "Bless us, I forgot the child," she would say on these occasions. But until now, Nikky had never forgotten. He had been the soul of remembering, indeed, and rather more than punctual.
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