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Updated: June 24, 2025
Cheer after cheer echoed through the crowded room, and while the noise was at its height a knocking was heard outside and Sholto, the hunchback father of Pequita, demanded admittance. Zegota unlocked the door, and in a few minutes the situation was explained to the astonished landlord of the Revolutionary Committee quarters.
The King, God bless him! doesn't see it, Thord, glowering like an owl in his ivy-bush of hair, doesn't see it! It is only left to me to perceive the chief result of this evening's disclosures!" All the men laughed. "What is it, Zouche?" demanded Louis Valdor. "Ay! What is it?" echoed Zegota.
He would get up a libel case, and advertise himself a little more by that method!" said Zegota contemptuously; "And besides, a newspaper needs unlimited capital behind it. We have no rich friends." "Rich friends!" exclaimed Lotys suddenly; "Who speaks of them who needs them?
"Will you all three come over the way?" whispered Zegota cautiously; "We are entertaining Lotys to supper at the inn opposite, the landlord is one of us. Thord saw you sitting here, and sent me to ask you to join us." "With pleasure," assented Leroy; "We will come at once!" Zegota nodded and disappeared. "So you will see the end of this escapade!" said Max Graub, a trifle crossly.
"Are you content?" asked Johan Zegota, helping himself from the bottle that stood near him. "I? Why, no! I should not be here if I were!" "Discontent, then, is your chief bond of union?" said Axel Regor, beginning to take part in the conversation. "It is the very knot that ties us all together!" said Zouche with enthusiasm. "Discontent is the mother of progress!
She smiled frankly at him. "Yes! I would like to dance before the King!" "Fie, fie, Pequita!" cried Johan Zegota, while murmurs of laughter and playful cries of 'Shame, Shame' echoed through the room. "Why not?" said Pequita; "It would do me good, and my father too!
As Thord entered, these men all rose, and gave him an expressive sign of greeting with the left hand, the same kind of gesture which had passed between him and Zegota on the Cathedral steps in the morning. Zegota himself was one of their number. There was also another personage in the room who did not rise, and who gave no sign whatever.
You can ask me more of my country if you will; but a slave has no country save that of his master. If you care at all for my services, you will spare me further examination on this subject!" Zegota looked enquiringly at Thord. "We will pass that question," said the latter, in a low tone. Zegota resumed "You, Axel Regor are you a slave too?" Axel Regor smiled languidly. "No!
He was answered by a strenuous cheer; and then the three great sections of the multitude began to move. Out of the square in perfect order they marched, still singing; one huge mass of people being headed by Pasquin Leroy, the other by Johan Zegota, the third by Sergius Thord himself.
"For the King!" cried Johan Zegota, suddenly giving vent to the feelings he had long kept in check, feelings which had made him a greater admirer of the so-called "Pasquin Leroy" than of Thord himself; "For our sworn comrade, the King!" Again the cheers broke out, to be redoubled in intensity when Louis Valdor added his voice to the rest and exclaimed: "For the first real King I have ever known!"
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