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Updated: May 20, 2025
At length one of the revelers, speaking in German, called on Lorenz for a toast to the Princess Yetive, his promised bride. Without a moment's hesitation the Prince sprang to his feet, held his glass aloft, and cried: "Here's to the fairest of the fair, sweet Yetive, so hard to win, too good to lose. She loves me, God bless her heart! And I love her, God bless my heart, too!
There was a vague, uncertain sound of chattering; someone was talking eagerly to her, but she heard him not; there was a standing toast to the Prince of Dawsbergen; then the audacious ghost of Baldos was proposing a ringing response to the Princess Yetive; the orchestra was playing the Graustark and Dawsbergen national hymns. But it was all as a dream to her.
She was so thrilled by joy and excitement that she scarcely could hold the pen. "Father says the United States papers are full of awful war scares from the Balkans. Are we a part of the Balkans, Yetive?" she asked of Yetive, with a puzzled frown, emphasizing the pronoun unconsciously. "He says I'm to come right off home.
Valentine's, but the black thing away off there on the earth," said a soft voice behind her, and Beverly started as if the supernatural had approached her. She turned to face the princess, who stood almost at her side. "Yetive! How did you get here?" "That is what you are looking at, dear," went on Yetive, as if completing her charge. "Why are you not in bed?" "And you?
He turned toward her instantly, all the irritation, all the uneasiness, all the loneliness vanishing like mist before the sun. Behind her was a lady-in-waiting. "I cannot deny the request of a princess," he responded, smiling gaily. He held forth his hand toward her, half fearing she would not take it. The Princess Yetive came straight to his couch and laid her hand in his.
Then the Prince looked out of the cell, a mad desire to fly from some dreadful, unseen horror coming over him. Quinnox locked the door, and, striking a match, bade His Highness precede him up the stone steps. In the cell the prisoner read and reread the incoherent message from Yetive: "It is the only way. Quinnox will assist you to escape to-night. Go, I implore you; as you love me, go.
Her apartments were near those of the Princess Yetive. In the private intercourse enjoyed by these women, all manner of restraint was abandoned by the visitor and every vestige of royalty slipped from the princess. Count Halfont and his adorable wife, the Countess Yvonne, both of whom had grown old in the court, found the girl and her strange servant a source of wonder and delight.
That this scene was to be one of the most interesting in the little comedy was proved by the fact that two eager young women were hidden behind a heavy curtain in a corner of the room. The Princess Yetive and the Countess Dagmar were there to enjoy Beverly's first hour of authority, and she was aware of their presence.
The people of Dawsbergen had been clamoring long for Dantan's restoration, and Baldos was commissioned to say that his return would be the signal for great rejoicing. He was closeted until after midnight with Dantan and his sister. Lorry and Princess Yetive being called in at the end to hear and approve of the manifesto prepared by the Prince of Dawsbergen.
The vagabond, with the eyes of all upon him, raised and lowered his arms thrice, and the face of Baldos became radiant. "Your highness," he cried to Yetive, waving his hand toward the stranger, "I have the honor to announce the Prince of Dawsbergen." This startling announcement threw the company into the greatest excitement. Baldos ran down the steps and to the side of the astonished princess.
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