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A doubtful, puzzled little smile spread under the sergeant's moustache. "You see, the king is not even in Strelsau," said Rudolf. "Not in Strelsau, sir?" "Why, no, he's at Zenda." "Ah! At Zenda, sir?" "Certainly. It is therefore impossible physically impossible that he should be here." The fellow was convinced that he understood now.
If the door were not opened by two, they were to send Fritz von Tarlenheim round to the other side of the Castle. I would meet him there if I were alive, and we would consult whether to storm the Castle or not. If I were not there, they were to return with all speed to Tarlenheim, rouse the Marshal, and march in force to Zenda.
One was from Black Michael a most courteous request that she would honour him by spending a day at his Castle of Zenda, as had been her custom once a year in the summer, when the place and its gardens were in the height of their great beauty. I threw the letter down in disgust, and Flavia laughed at me. Then, growing grave again, she pointed to the other sheet.
While we were strolling about the rose garden. It's like something out of 'The Prisoner of Zenda." "Please," said Herr Heinrich. Mr. Britling assumed an attentive expression. "Will not this generally affect European politics?" "I don't know. Perhaps it will." "It says in the paper that Serbia has sent those bombs to Sarajevo." "It's like another world," said Mr. Britling, over his paper.
The constable of Zenda will give the lieutenant twenty-four hours' leave of absence, and the two gentlemen will pass the day and sleep at the chateau. They will pass the day side by side, Bernenstein, not losing sight of one another for an instant, and they will pass the night in the same room. And one of them will not close his eyes nor take his hand off the butt of his revolver."
Yet I'm sure he could find half an hour to come and see you." "It would depend on the time, sir, perhaps." "Do you love him?" I asked. "Not I, sir." "And you wish to serve the King?" "Yes, sir." "Then tell him to meet you at the second milestone out of Zenda tomorrow evening at ten o'clock. Say you'll be there and will walk home with him." "Do you mean him harm, sir?"
Instead of that, I fell to dreaming that I was married to the Princess Flavia and dwelt in the Castle of Zenda, and beguiled whole days with my love in the glades of the forest which made a very pleasant dream. "Why, the devil's in it! Shave him, and he'd be the King!"
Bernenstein's bewilderment grew greater; but Sapt was constable, and on Sapt's shoulders lay the responsibility for the safety of Zenda and all in it. "Very well, sir," he said, with a submissive shrug, and he drew his sword and stood by the door; he could obey, although he could not understand. Sapt ran on. Opening the gate that led to the bridge, he sped across.
The bridge was down now, for peaceful days had come to Zenda; the pipe was gone, and the dungeon's window, though still barred, was uncovered. The night was clear and fine, and the still water gleamed fitfully as the moon, half-full, escaped from or was hidden by passing clouds. Sapt stood staring out gloomily, beating his knuckles on the stone sill.
Nevertheless, not being faultless myself, I took leave to pity Antoinette de Mauban. A Desperate Plan As I had ridden publicly in Zenda, and had talked there with Rupert Hentzau, of course all pretence of illness was at an end. I marked the effect on the garrison of Zenda: they ceased to be seen abroad; and any of my men who went near the Castle reported that the utmost vigilance prevailed there.
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