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"Breakfast is ordered for nine," said Bernenstein, "but he wants to see you before. He has something important to say; and you perhaps have the same?" "I? Oh, no. A small matter; but er of a private nature." "Quite so, quite so. Oh, I don't ask any questions, my dear Count." "Shall I find the king alone?" asked Rischenheim nervously.
"Meanwhile we send for Fritz to come here and look after the king." "And Rischenheim?" "That's your share, Lieutenant. Sapt, is any one at Tarlenheim?" "No. Count Stanislas has put it at Fritz's disposal." "Good; then Fritz's two friends, the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim and Lieutenant von Bernenstein, will ride over there to-day.
But it's with the king." "I won't keep you a moment, Rischenheim," called Anton, as, bouquet in hand, he knocked at the door. "With the king?" said Helsing. "Ah, yes, but the king " "I'm on my way to the palace to find out where he is. If I can't see him, I must write at once. My business is very urgent." "Indeed, my dear count, indeed! Dear me! Urgent, you say?" "But perhaps you can help me.
"Do you want another interview with the king already?" he asked with a smile. "The last was so pleasant, then?" Rischenheim took no notice of the taunt, but observed sarcastically: "There's a strange difficulty in finding our good king. The chancellor here doesn't know where he is, or at least he won't answer my questions."
"As good as your own, anyhow," growled the constable. "Now the boots, and I'm ready." Then he asked quickly, "Has the king seen or heard from Rischenheim?" "Neither, except through me." "Then why is he so set on seeing him?" "To find out what gives dogs smooth coats." "You're serious? Hang you, I can't see your face." "Absolutely." "All's well, then. Has he got a beard now?" "Yes." "Confound him!
"The queen's with the countess," answered Helsing. "The people are waiting to see her come out." "She's always worth seeing," Anton pronounced, sticking his glass in his eye. "And you've been to visit her?" pursued Rischenheim. "Why, yes. I I went to pay my respects, my dear Rischenheim." "An early visit!" "It was more or less on business." "Ah, I have business also, and very important business.
"Shut the door, Bernenstein," said Rudolf. Then he turned to Rischenheim. "My lord," he said, "I suppose you came to find out something. Do you know it now?" Rischenheim plucked up courage to answer him. "Yes, I know now that I have to deal with an impostor," said he defiantly. "Precisely. And impostors can't afford to be exposed." Rischenheim's cheek turned rather pale.
A silence followed. Then Rischenheim, leaning forward, said in a low whisper, as though afraid to hear his own question: "And the king?" "The king? Well, the king will shoot no more." For a moment Rischenheim, still leaning forward, gazed at his cousin. Then he sank slowly back into his chair. "My God!" he murmured: "my God!" "The king was a fool," said Rupert.
The king held out his hand to Rischenheim, and motioned him to sit in a chair just opposite to him and within a foot of the window-curtains. "I'm delighted to see you, my lord," said the king. Rischenheim looked up.
Rassendyll the plans that had been made, and, although she trembled at the danger that he must run in meeting Rupert of Hentzau, she had such love of him and such a trust in his powers that she seemed to doubt little of his success. But she began to reproach herself for having brought him into this peril by writing her letter. At this he took from his pocket the copy that Rischenheim had carried.
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