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Apparently Trusia had not yet noticed his entrance, but why should she? Had he been gifted with omnipresence, however, he would have heard her say to her companion, "That is he. The one in dress suit. No, stupid, not the short man in black and gold, but the strapping big fellow who holds his head like some ancient paladin."
Sobieska ran to the door. "Stop Josef before he gets to the road," he cried to the sergeant, who seemed utterly amazed at such a command. "Excellency," he replied, "Josef never passed me through this door." Trusia approached the excited Minister. "It is no use to attempt to stop him," she said with a shake of the head. "He knows of the secret passage to the inn.
"Oh, I think I am justified in assuming it." Carter breathed a prayer of silent thanksgiving that the Lady Trusia had been no party to the indignity. As though in response to the thought, the Lady Trusia herself walked indignantly into the room. Going straight to the table she confronted the Gray Man with flashing eyes. "Josef," she addressed him with stamping foot, "what does this mean?
Owner's aboard and I'm darned I beg pardon if it isn't Billy Saunderson's signal at the peak. Funny that they answered our hail when no one seems on deck." "Hark, Calvert, what is that?" asked Trusia apprehensively. He bent his head fearfully toward the forest. Shouts, the crackling of fallen twigs, cheers and commands in Russian, greeted their ears.
You've been pretty loose up here, you know," he touched his forehead by way of illustration. "Perhaps I may save you the worry of framing up questions my account may cover everything." "Did I talk much rot?" asked Carter. "Yes, rather. Calling all the time for Trusia said Carrick was a King and lots more of the same kind. Who was Trusia?" "The Duchess of Schallberg."
He was interrupted by Her Grace of Schallberg who raised her hand for silence. It was Paul Zulka who bowed low over the Duchess's hand. He was totally oblivious to all other claims upon his attention for the nonce. "Do you know that gentleman, Paul?" As Trusia questioned him, he turned about in mystification.
Trusia held out her hands to them with sweet impulsiveness. In turn they took them and carried them to their lips. Sobieska turned to Carter for a parting word. "The charcoal burner is loyal. He can hide you by day and guide you by night. None knows better all the byways and secret paths in the forests. By to-morrow evening you should be safe in Austria.
The act disclosed a crown, a sceptre and a jeweled sword. Before them on the cushion also lay the grand badge of the Order of the Lion with a fine chain of gold. "As the hereditary head of the Order, sire," Trusia remarked as she raised the glittering insignia, "you are entitled to assume the mark at once."
Would you taste the whip?" "Better that than the noose he planned for me," sulkily retorted the peasant. "You had better be precise," said Sobieska. "Well, if you will have it, I'll tell you," the man answered. Emboldened by an encouraging murmur from Josef he continued. Carter held up his hand. "Wait a moment," he exclaimed as he turned appealingly to Trusia.
At a window, her face a trifle thinner, more spirituelle, because of her heartaches, sat Trusia. The light, touching the edges of her hair, glinted into an iridescent halo about her face. Across her knees lay a little child.
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