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Updated: August 3, 2024
Show yourself at the balcony; answer these cries of 'Hurrah for the king! Smile on the people that bless you." Rachimburg could not finish; tears choked his voice. He attempted to wipe his eyes, but in his excitement he took the gazette from his pocket instead of a handkerchief, and began to kiss it like a madman.
Rachimburg lost his place as jailer, but as he possessed the royal secret, as he was needed, and as he thirsted to avenge himself, he was made the warden of the royal castle. Furious at his bad luck, he exercised his supervision with such strictness that in less than three days he arrested Wieduwillst himself half a dozen times, and disarmed all suspicion.
Numerous and well commanded, they were approaching the city, which was defended only by a few doubtful and disaffected regiments. Bayonet entreated the king to come instantly and take command; an hour later, and all would be lost. Hurried on by Tonto and Rachimburg, the king secretly quitted the palace, followed by a few officers.
The king entered his tent to rest a moment, when the sight of Rachimburg reminded him of Tonto. "Is the page dead?" he asked. "No, sire," answered Rachimburg; "unfortunately for him, he is still living; he is hopeless. I ordered him carried to his aunt's, the Countess de Castro's, close by here." "Is he the countess's nephew?" said the king. "I was never told of it."
"Vow it then, madame," cried the prince, furious at not intimidating his victim. "I accept your vow. I vow, too, on my side, that I will never acknowledge you as my wife till I have been base enough to receive three times an insult which nothing but blood can wash out. He laughs well that laughs last. Here, Rachimburg!"
"Rachimburg was the witness this morning of a scene for which I blush, and of which all must remain ignorant. I commend this faithful servant to your goodness." "Rachimburg," said the king, "take this purse, and keep the secret under penalty of your head." "That makes the fourth," whispered Rachimburg to himself; "my fortune is made." In a few moments Pazza was asleep.
She had been imprisoned for three days, and the town was already beginning to talk of something else, when one morning Rachimburg abruptly entered the king's apartments with a distracted air, and threw himself trembling at his feet. "Sire," said he, "I bring you my head. The queen has disappeared." "What do you tell me!" exclaimed the king, turning pale.
Henceforth I attach you to my person; I appoint you my first attendant, counting on your devotion and prudence. Let this affair remain a secret between us." "That makes two," murmured Rachimburg, as he departed with a firm tread, like a man who neither suffers himself to be cast down by fear or dazzled by good fortune. He was a strong-minded man.
"That makes the third," murmured the faithful Rachimburg, as he undressed the king with a zeal and address which several times made His Majesty smile. So many emotions one after another banished sleep; it was daybreak before the prince dozed, and broad daylight before he awoke.
"Your Majesty is right," replied Rachimburg; "I am nothing but a simpleton; it was the specter." "And I did not know her!" resumed Charming. "Nevertheless, it was her voice and air. What does this mean? Is it a new insult? Is it a warning from heaven? Does some danger threaten me? No matter, I will remain in my kingdom. My friend, not a word of all this: take this purse and keep the secret."
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