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Updated: May 27, 2025
As the road descended into the foothills, there were other tracks in the thin snow, and more than once they roused Nikky's victim to pick out his own tire marks. He obeyed dully. When at last the trail turned from the highway toward the shooting-box at Wedeling, Mettlich fell back with something between a curse and a groan. "The fool!" he muttered. "The young fool! It was madness."
And something else he felt, although he said nothing the stress of a situation which would send his Chancellor out at midnight, into a driving storm, to secure Karl's support. Things must be bad indeed! "To the capital?" he asked. "Not so far. Karl is hunting. He is at Wedeling." He went almost immediately, and the King summoned his valets, and was got to bed.
As a matter of fact, although he showed no trace of it, Nikky had been having an extremely bad time since his return; the Chancellor, who may or may not have known that his heart was breaking, had given him a very severe scolding on the way back from Wedeling.
A marvelous road, in that sparsely settled place. Then he entered the forest, that kingly reserve in which Karl ran deer for pastime. He was nearing his destination. On what the messenger had told him Nikky hung his hope of success. This was, briefly, that he should go to the royal shooting-box at Wedeling, and should go, not to the house itself, but to the gate-keeper's lodge.
Here he was to leave his machine, and tap at the door. On its being opened, he was to say nothing, but to give the letter to him who opened the door. After that he was to take the machine away to the capital, some sixty miles farther on. The message, then, was to the King himself. For Nikky, as all the world, knew that Karl, with some kindred spirits, was at Wedeling, shooting.
Let him but return, God willing, with his report, and after that, let them continue negotiations with Karl if they dared. When at last the lights of the lodge at the gate of Wedeling gleamed out through the trees, it was half-pass three, and a wet spring snow was falling softly. In an open place Nikky looked up. The stars were gone. The lodge now, and the gate-keeper's house.
"To Karnia?" she asked, when Prince Ferdinand William Otto had again left the room. "Officially?" "Not exactly." "Where, in Karnia?" "I ended," Nikky confessed, "at Wedeling." Hedwig gazed at him, her elbows propped on the tea-table. "Then," she said, "I think you know." "I know, Highness." "And you have nothing to say?" Nikky looked at her with desperate eyes. "What can I say, Highness?
The Chancellor, more relieved than he would have acknowledged, reflected before a fire and over a glass of hot milk that he was rather unpropitiously bringing Karl a bride! It was almost four in the morning when the police agent returned. The track he had followed apparently led into the grounds of Wedeling, but was there lost in many others.
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