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Updated: June 11, 2025
But make no mistake he was in earnest, grim and deadly earnest. "I have a fancy, my friend," he said, "to take that letter of yours on to its destination. But what that destination is, you are to tell me." The man on the ground grinned sardonically. "You know better than to ask that," he said. "I will never tell you." Nikky had thought things out fairly well, for him, in that ten minutes.
Very deliberately, now that he knew what he was going to do, Nikky unbuttoned his tunic and slipped it off. It was a rash thing, this plan he had in mind, rash under any circumstances, in a moving car particularly rash here, where between the cliff and a precipice that fell far away below, was only a winding ribbon of uneven road.
Then, late in the evening, Nikky was summoned to the King's bedroom, and came out pale, with his shoulders very square. He had received a real wigging this time, and even contemplated throwing himself in the river. Only he could swim so damnably well!
As a matter of fact, the Crown Prince had never heard of a birthday gift, and had, indeed, small experience of gifts of any kind, except as he made them himself. For that he had a great fondness. His small pocket allowance generally dissipated itself in this way. So there were no gifts. None, that is, until the riding-hour came, and Nikky, subverter of all discipline.
Hedwig slipped out of her jacket and drew off her gloves. She had hardly glanced at Nikky, although she knew quite well every motion he had made since she entered. "I am famished!" she said, and proceeded to eat very little and barely touch the tea. "Please don't go, Miss Braithwaite. And now, how is everything?"
That night, while the Prince Ferdinand William Otto hugged the woolen dog in his sleep; while the Duchess Hilda, in front of her dressing-table, was having her hair brushed; while Nikky roamed the streets and saw nothing but the vision of a girl on a balcony, a girl who was lost to him, although she had never been anything else, Hedwig on her knees at the prie-dieu in her dressing-room followed the example of the Chancellor, who, too, had felt himself in a tight corner, as one may say, and was growing tired of putting his trust in princes.
"I am to shake hands with every one." So they shook hands nine times, because there were to be nine members of the delegation. And Nikky picked up a brass inkwell from the desk and held it out before him.
"To Karnia?" she asked, when Prince Ferdinand William Otto had again left the room. "Officially?" "Not exactly." "Where, in Karnia?" "I ended," Nikky confessed, "at Wedeling." Hedwig gazed at him, her elbows propped on the tea-table. "Then," she said, "I think you know." "I know, Highness." "And you have nothing to say?" Nikky looked at her with desperate eyes. "What can I say, Highness?
The Chancellor eyed the picture. "I should be the last to condemn him for that," he said, and glanced at Nikky. "We must get the lad out somewhere for some air," he observed. "It is not good to keep him shut up like this." He turned to the Crown Prince. "In a day or so," he said, "we shall all go to the summer palace. You would like that, eh?" "Will my grandfather be able to go?"
There was something on his mind which the Chancellor's reference to Hedwig's picture had recalled. Something he wished to say to Nikky, without looking at him. So he clearer throat, and looked out the window, and said, very casually: "Hilda says that Hedwig is going to get married." "So I hear, Highness." "She doesn't seem to be very happy about it. She's crying, most of the time."
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