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"It's Anthony Hope and if there's anything I hate it's him. Father always gives me Prisoner of Zenda and Ivanhoe to read when he locks me into this donjon. Says I ought to read up on the situation. Do you think so?" "There are some other books in the library," I suggested. "Bernard Shaw and Kipling, you know. I'll run over and get you one."
He knew my errand; and, sitting down beside him, I told him of the letter I carried, and arranged how to apprise him of my fortune surely and quickly. He was not in a good humor that day: the king had ruffled him also, and Colonel Sapt had no great reserve of patience. "If we haven't cut one another's throats before then, we shall all be at Zenda by the time you arrive at Wintenberg," he said.
It is his first novel since "The Prisoner of Zenda," and has even more action than that splendid story. will increase in interest as the history comes nearer our own time. Every chapter will contain much that is new, and every number of the magazine will have several portraits of Lincoln.
I felt his hand on my shoulder, and his voice sounded husky as he whispered low in my ear: "Before God, you're the finest Elphberg of them all. But I have eaten of the King's bread, and I am the King's servant. Come, we will go to Zenda!" And I looked up and caught him by the hand. And the eyes of both of us were wet. Hunting a Very Big Boar
Thus Rudolf Rassendyll set out again for the walls of Strelsau, through the forest of Zenda. And ahead of him, with an hour's start, galloped the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim, again a man, and a man with resolution, resentment, and revenge in his heart. The game was afoot now; who could tell the issue of it?
"Yes," said I, "'all's well! as Black Michael's despatch said. What a moment it must have been for him when the royal salutes fired at Strelsau this morning! I wonder when he got the message?" "It must have been sent in the morning," said Sapt. "They must have sent it before news of your arrival at Strelsau reached Zenda I suppose it came from Zenda." "And he's carried it about all day!"
I raised myself in bed. "Here's luck," I cried, catching up the lemonade James had brought me, and taking a gulp of it. "Please God," said Rudolf, with a shrug. And he was gone to his work and his reward to save the queen's letter and to see the queen's face. Thus he went a second time to Zenda.
In order to a full understanding of what had occurred in the Castle of Zenda, it is necessary to supplement my account of what I myself saw and did on that night by relating briefly what I afterwards learnt from Fritz and Madame de Mauban.
Thus the hours from two to six passed that morning in the castle of Zenda. At six the constable awoke and knocked at the door; Rudolf Rassendyll opened it. "Slept well?" asked Sapt. "Not a wink," answered Rudolf cheerfully. "I thought you had more nerve." "It wasn't want of nerve that kept me awake," said Mr. Rassendyll. Sapt, with a pitying shrug, looked round.
An instant later he saw me. "My lord," he said, "your train will be ready in five minutes; if it doesn't start then, the line must be closed for another half-hour." I perceived a faint smile on the old woman's face. I was sure then that I was on the track of Bauer, and probably of more than Bauer. But my first duty was to obey orders and get to Zenda.
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