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If he meant to go on he would go on now, on to the end, without a backward look or a falter of his foot; if he had chosen the other way, he would depart without a murmur or a hesitation. The queen's quick breathing had ceased, she seemed like a statue; but Rischenheim moved impatiently, as though he could no longer endure the waiting. Sapt's voice came harsh and grating. "Well?" he cried.
His servants loved him, sir." "Friend Bauer, for example?" "Yes, Bauer loved him. Where is Bauer?" "I hope he's gone to hell with his loved master," grunted Sapt, but he had the grace to lower his voice and shield his mouth with his hand, so that Rischenheim did not hear. "We don't know where he is," I answered.
I bowed low, Bernenstein did the like, and all the rest followed our example. "A full account shall be given," said Rudolf. "Now let all leave me, except the Count of Tarlenheim and Lieutenant von Bernenstein." Most unwillingly, with gaping mouths and wonder-struck eyes, the throng filed out of the door. Rischenheim rose to his feet.
"Possibly the king has his reasons for not wishing to be disturbed," suggested Bernenstein. "It's very possible," retorted Rischenheim significantly. "Meanwhile, my dear count, I shall take it as a personal favor if you'll move out of the doorway." "Do I incommode you by standing here?" answered the count. "Infinitely, my lord," answered Bernenstein stiffly.
We would guard the secret with brain and hand and life, even as we had guarded and kept the secret of the queen's letter, which would now go with Rupert of Hentzau to his grave. Bauer we could catch and silence: nay, who would listen to such a tale from such a man? Rischenheim was ours; the old woman would keep her doubts between her teeth for her own sake.
Here we are, cooped up, and I don't know what's going on." "I don't know where he is. Something must have happened to him." "Of course, my wise cousin. But what?" Rupert began to pace up and down the room, smoking another cigarette at a great pace. Rischenheim sat down by the table, resting his head on his hand.
Rudolf Rassendyll skipped behind the curtain. Sapt's revolver slipped into a handy pocket. Rischenheim stood with arms dangling by his side and his waistcoat half unbuttoned. Young Bernenstein was bowing low on the threshold, and protesting that the king's servant had but just gone, and that they were on the point of waiting on his Majesty. Then the king walked in, pale and full-bearded.
"Take me with you," cried Bernenstein eagerly. Rudolf glanced at Sapt. The constable shook his head. Bernenstein's face fell. "It's not that, boy," said old Sapt, half in kindness, half in impatience. "We want you here. Suppose Rupert comes here with Rischenheim!" The idea was new, but the event was by no means unlikely.
In vain Sapt told him that a large boar had been seen in the forest, and that a fine day's sport might be expected if he would hunt next day. "I shouldn't be back in time to see Rischenheim," said the king. "Your Majesty would be back by nightfall," suggested Sapt. "I should be too tired to talk to him, and I've a great deal to discuss."
He might have met Rischenheim though they had ridden in opposite directions; Rupert might have intercepted him though no means could have brought Rupert to the forest so early. Our fears defeated common sense, and our conjectures outran possibility. Sapt was the first to recover from this foolish mood, and he rated us soundly, not sparing even the queen herself.
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