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He released her, very gently, and drew back a step. "You heard that?" he demanded. "And I mean it. It's incredible, Hedwig, but it is true." "I want you to mean it," Hedwig replied, moving close to him, so that her soft draperies brushed him; the very scent of the faint perfume she used was in the air he breathed. "I want you to, because Nikky, you are going to take me away, aren't you?"
So this was how things were; another, and an unlooked-for complication. Outside he could hear Mathilde's heavy footstep as she waited impatiently for the Princess to go. The odor of a fresh omelet filled the little house. Nikky gone, perhaps to join the others who, one by one, had felt the steel of the Terrorists. And this girl, on whom so much hung, sitting there, a figure of young tragedy.
Now commenced a curious scene, curious because one of the actors was Karl of Karnia himself. He seemed curiously loath to bring in assistance, did Karl. Or perhaps the novelty of the affair appealed to him. And Nikky's resistance to search, with that revolver so close, was short-lived. Even while he was struggling, Nikky was thinking. Let them get the letter, if they must.
But stop it did, on the very edge of eternity, and the chauffeur held it there. "Set the hand brake!" Nikky said. The lamps were near enough the edge to make him dizzy. The chauffeur ceased struggling, and set the hand brake. His head was still covered. But having done that, he commenced a struggle more furious than forceful, for both of them were handicapped.
As a matter of truth, the Chancellor had not thought of the fort. But like many another before him, he accepted the suggestion and made it his own. "To the fort, of course," said he. "And take luncheon along, and eat it there, and have Hedwig and Nikky? And see the guns?" But this was going too fast. Nikky, of course, would go, and if the Princess cared to, she too. But luncheon!
As he went on, the Chancellor's hand touched a button. "Bring here at once the Countess Loschek," he said, to the servant who came. "Take two of the guard, and bring hey." Then, remembering the work he had to do, he took another sip of milk. "These things you have done," he said to Nikky. "And weak and wicked enough they are. But, on the other hand, you found the King." "Others found him also.
But the magnificence of the table only faintly impressed him, and when he heard that Nikky would not be present, he lost interest entirely. "Will they wheel my grandfather in a chair?" he inquired. "He is too ill," Miss Braithwaite said. "He'll be rather lonely, when they're all at the party. You don't suppose I could go and sit with him, do you?" "It will be long after your bedtime."
Very careful footsteps. He was quite certain Nikky had followed him. But there were cautious voices, too, and neither was Nikky's. It occurred to Prince Ferdinand William Otto that a good many people, certainly including Miss Braithwaite, would not approve of either his situation or his position. Miss Braithwaite was particularly particular about positions.
Half an hour. "Come, come," said Nikky fiercely. "We are losing time." He looked fierce, too. His swollen lip did that. And he was nervous. It occurred to him that his prisoner, in desperation, might roll over the edge himself, which would be most uncomfortable. But the precipice, and Nikky's fierce lip, and other things, had got in their work.
The lodge was noisy. Loud talking, the coming and going of servants with trays, the crackle of wood fires in which whole logs were burning, and, as Nikky and his escort entered, the roaring chorus of a hunting-song filled the ears. Two of the men flung off their heavy coats, and proceeded without ceremony into the room whence the sounds issued.
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