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"The same," answered Loristan. Marco threw up his hand in salute. "'Here grows a man for Samavia! God be thanked!" he quoted. "And he is somewhere? And you know?" Loristan bent his head in acquiescence. "For years much secret work has been done, and the Fedorovitch party has grown until it is much greater and more powerful than the other parties dream.
"He was called to Samavia," Marco said, and the thought sent his blood rushing through his veins. "He has gone to Samavia!" Lazarus drew his hand roughly across his eyes and his voice shook and sounded hoarse. "There has been great disaffection in the camps of the Maranovitch," he said. "The remnant of the army has gone mad. Sir, silence is still the order, but who knows who knows? God alone."
"I am glad he said that. He is a man who knows what training is," said Loristan. "He is a person who knows what all Europe is doing, and almost all that it will do. He is an ambassador from a powerful and great country. If he saw that you are a well-trained and fine lad, it might it might even be good for Samavia." "Would it matter that I was well-trained? Could it matter to Samavia?"
The head of the Iarovitch had declared himself king but had not been crowned because of disorders in his own party. The country seemed existing in a nightmare of suffering, famine and suspense. "Samavia is 'waiting' too," The Rat broke forth one night as they talked together, "but it won't wait long it can't. If I were a Samavian and in Samavia "
"Comrade," he said, "you don't know how much I love you and what reason there is that we should love each other! You don't know how I have been watching you, and thanking God each year that here grew a man for Samavia. That I know you are a man, though you have lived but twelve years.
If he was anxious, he could only be so for one reason, and each realized what the reason must be. Loristan had gone to Samavia to the torn and bleeding country filled with riot and danger. If he had gone, it could only have been because its danger called him and he went to face it at its worst. Lazarus had been left behind to watch over them.
It was from Loristan, and Marco turned pale when Lazarus handed it to him. Lazarus and The Rat went out of the room at once, and left him to read it alone. It was evidently not a long letter, because it was not many minutes before Marco called them again into the room. "In a few days, messengers friends of my father's will come to take us to Samavia.
Marco cried out. Loristan paused for a moment watching him gravely looking him over his big, well-built boy's frame, his shabby clothes, and his eagerly burning eyes. He smiled one of his slow wonderful smiles. "Yes. It might even matter to Samavia!" he answered. Loristan did not forbid Marco to pursue his acquaintance with The Rat and his followers.
"A Secret Party's risen up and taken Samavia! 'Twixt night and mornin' they done it! That there Lost Prince descendant 'as turned up, an' they've crowned him 'twixt night and mornin' they done it! Clapt 'is crown on 'is 'ead, so's they'd lose no time." And off he bolted, shouting, "'Cendant of Lost Prince! 'Cendant of Lost Prince made King of Samavia!"
England'd be too far from Samavia. 'Ow far off wos Samavia? Wos it in Roosha, or where the Frenchies were, or the Germans? But wherever 'e wos, 'e'd be the right sort, an' 'e'd be the sort a chap'd turn and look at in the street." The Rat continued to bite his nails. "He might be anywhere," he said, his small fierce face glowing. "That's what I like to think about.
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