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Captain Merrill followed the Admiral to his room, and told the story of the taking of the Oscarburg a very easy matter with a hundred bluejackets at his back the capture of Oscarovitch, who was now in a straight waistcoat on board his own yacht, the rescue of Prince Zastrow and Nitocris, and "The other Nitocris is following, sir," he concluded. "I thought I had better take the yacht.
I got a change of clothes there, and came home viâ Hamburg and Ostend. My daughter has gone on in the yacht to Oscarburg, where the Prince expects to make her his wife, and where she will make a very considerable fool of him. That is all, and now I suppose I had better deal with this man." "Mercy, mercy, Thou Who Knowest! Pity, pity!"
While the two Chiefs of the International were talking, Phadrig was reading a cypher telegram, of which the meaning was this: "REVAL. Professor fell overboard three days ago. Body not recovered. Horus Stone did its work. N. consents. I marry her at Oscarburg. Russia ready. Fool International for a few days and come to Viborg when you have done with them.
It seems a good deal to do, but I will make it possible, if you are prepared to do as I advise you. There is the chart showing the approaches to Oscarburg." "I'll do it, sir," said Merrill, taking the tracing from his hand. "I'll break every regulation of the Service into little pieces to get that done. Now, I ought to be getting on board. Are you ready?"
The fortress-castle of Oscarburg, on the lonely wooded shore of Viborg Bay, had kept many a secret safely before now, and it would keep this one. Every retainer in the Castle, every man, woman, and child on the estates for leagues around, was his, body and soul, as their fathers before them had been the blind, unquestioning serfs of his fathers. There his word was law, and his will was fate.
He would be something worse than a fool to let such a golden opportunity go by and so the Grashna's bowsprit was kept pointing eastward, and the leagues between her and Oscarburg were being flung behind her as fast as the whirling screws could devour them. The only question that he had to ask himself was: How? and to that an easy answer at once suggested itself: The Horus Stone.
Come with me to Oscarburg, and you shall be crowned Princess and after that Empress Empress of the Russias and the East. I will give you a dominion such as the great Catherine never dared to dream of. Say yes, and in a month you shall be seated on her throne. It is only a little word, dearest, only a little word will you not say it, and be my Princess, my Queen, my Empress?"
"Quite," said Franklin Marmion, rising from his chair. "I see now where the man of action comes in. I did not see that before, I must confess." The Special Service Squadron steamed out of Spithead as the clock of Portsmouth Town Hall chimed twelve that night. Thirty-six hours later a marriage ceremony took place in the chapel of the Castle of Oscarburg.
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