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Updated: August 20, 2024
To-morrow the potency of Graustark was to die, its domain was to be cleft in twain, disgraced before the world. And, on the throne of this afflicted land sat the girl, proud, tender, courageous Yetive. To all Graustark she was its greatest, its most devoted sufferer; upon her the blow fell heaviest.
"Well, by the gods, we have a goodly lot of heroes about us," exclaimed Lorry. "But, after all," ventured the Countess Halfont, "Baldos may be none of these men." "Good heavens, Aunt Yvonne, don't suggest anything so distressing," said Yetive. "He must be one of them." "I suggest a speedy way of determining the matter," said Anguish. "Let us send for Baldos and ask him point blank who he is.
In order to maintain her attitude as princess, the fair young deceiver was obliged to pose in the extremely delectable attitude of being Lorry's wife. "How can you expect the paragon to make love to you, dear, if he thinks you are another man's wife?" Yetive asked, her blue eyes beaming with the fun of it all. "Pooh!" sniffed Beverly. "You have only to consult history to find the excuse.
On that day the Prince and the Court are to witness the unveiling of the Yetive memorial statue in the Plaza. It is a full holiday in Graustark. No man will be employed at his usual task and " Brutus interrupted him. "That is the very day that the Count has asked me to submit to the Committee. He believes it to be the day of all days. Nothing should go amiss. We conquer with a single blow.
"It sounds very funny for you to say those things," admitted Beverly, "even though they come secondhand. You were not cut out for slang." "Why, I'm sure they are all good English words," remonstrated Yetive. "Oh, dear, I wonder what they are doing in Graustark this very instant. Are they fighting or " "No; they are merely talking.
The party rode forth at an early hour in the morning. It was hot in the city, but it looked cold and bleak on the heights. Comfortable wraps were taken along, and provision was made for luncheon at an inn half way up the slope. Quinnox regaled Beverly with stories in which Grenfall Lorry was the hero and Yetive the heroine.
The Princess Yetive was sleeping' soundly, peacefully, with a smile on her lips, when her Prime Minister sent an excited attendant to inform her of the prisoner's escape. She sat up in bed, and, with her hands clasped about her knees, sleepily announced that she would receive him after her coffee was served.
Colonel Quinnox escorted him to the barracks of the guards where he was to share a room with young Haddan, a corporal in the service. "The wild, untamed gentleman from the hills came without a word, I see," said Lorry, who had watched the approach. He and Yetive stood in the window overlooking the grounds from the princess's boudoir, Beverly had just entered and thrown herself upon a divan.
I didn't see much fun in boy's clothes." "You ought to wear them for a week," said Candace, wise in experience. "They are not so bad when you become accustomed to them that is, if they're strong and not so tight that they " "You all love Baldos, don't you?" interrupted Yetive. It was with difficulty that the listeners suppressed their smiles. "Better than anyone else. He is our idol.
The tall leader with the red feather, the rakish hat and the black patch alone was missing; from the picture. "It's the strangest-looking crew I've ever seen," said Anguish. "They look like pirates." "Or gypsies" suggested Yetive. "Who are they, Colonel Quinnox? What are they doing here?" Quinnox was surveying the vagabonds with a critical, suspicious eye.
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