Rupert of Hentzau, From the Memoirs of Fritz
by Anthony Hope
Sequel to The Prisoner of Zenda
CHAPTER I. THE QUEEN'S GOOD-BY
A man who has lived in the world, marking how every act, although
in itself perhaps light and insignificant, may become the source
of consequences that spread far and wide, and flow for years or
centuries, could scarcely feel secure in reckoning that with the
death of the Duke of Strelsau and the restoration of King Rudolf
to liberty and his throne, there would end, for good and all, the
troubles born of Black Michael's daring conspiracy. The stakes
had been high, the struggle keen; the edge of passion had been
sharpened, and the seeds of enmity sown. Yet Michael, having
struck for the crown, had paid for the blow with his life: should
there not then be an end? Michael was dead, the Princess her
cousin's wife, the story in safe keeping, and Mr. Rassendyll's
face seen no more in Ruritania. Should there not then be an end?
So said I to my friend the Constable of Zenda, as we talked by
the bedside of Marshal Strakencz. The old man, already nearing
the death that soon after robbed us of his aid and counsel, bowed
his head in assent: in the aged and ailing the love of peace
breeds hope of it. But Colonel Sapt tugged at his gray moustache,
and twisted his black cigar in his mouth, saying, "You're very
sanguine, friend Fritz. But is Rupert of Hentzau dead? I had not
Well said, and like old Sapt! Yet the man is little without the
opportunity, and Rupert by himself could hardly have troubled our
repose. Hampered by his own guilt, he dared not set his foot in
the kingdom from which by rare good luck he had escaped, but
wandered to and fro over Europe, making a living by his wits,
and, as some said, adding to his resources by gallantries for
which he did not refuse substantial recompense. But he kept
himself constantly before our eyes, and never ceased to contrive
how he might gain permission to return and enjoy the estates to
which his uncle's death had entitled him. The chief agent through
whom he had the effrontery to approach the king was his relative,
the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim, a young man of high rank and
great wealth who was devoted to Rupert. The count fulfilled his
mission well: acknowledging Rupert's heavy offences, he put
forward in his behalf the pleas of youth and of the predominant
influence which Duke Michael had exercised over his adherent, and
promised, in words so significant as to betray Rupert's own
dictation, a future fidelity no less discreet than hearty. "Give
me my price and I'll hold my tongue," seemed to come in Rupert's
off-hand accents through his cousin's deferential lips. As may be
supposed, however, the king and those who advised him in the
matter, knowing too well the manner of man the Count of Hentzau
was, were not inclined to give ear to his ambassador's prayer. We
kept firm hold on Master Rupert's revenues, and as good watch as
we could on his movements; for we were most firmly determined
that he should never return to Ruritania. Perhaps we might have
obtained his extradition and hanged him on the score of his
crimes; but in these days every rogue who deserves no better than
to be strung up to the nearest tree must have what they call a
fair trial; and we feared that, if Rupert were handed over to our
police and arraigned before the courts at Strelsau, the secret
which we guarded so sedulously would become the gossip of all the
city, ay, and of all Europe. So Rupert went unpunished except by
banishment and the impounding of his rents.
Yet Sapt was in the right about him. Helpless as he seemed, he
did not for an instant abandon the contest. He lived in the faith
that his chance would come, and from day to day was ready for its
coming. He schemed against us as we schemed to protect ourselves
from him; if we watched him, he kept his eye on us. His
ascendency over Luzau-Rischenheim grew markedly greater after a
visit which his cousin paid to him in Paris. From this time the
young count began to supply him with resources. Thus armed, he
gathered instruments round him and organized a system of
espionage that carried to his ears all our actions and the whole
position of affairs at court. He knew, far more accurately than
anyone else outside the royal circle, the measures taken for the
government of the kingdom and the considerations that dictated
the royal policy. More than this, he possessed himself of every
detail concerning the king's health, although the utmost
reticence was observed on this subject. Had his discoveries
stopped there, they would have been vexatious and disquieting,
but perhaps of little serious harm. They went further. Set on the
track by his acquaintance with what had passed during Mr.
Rassendyll's tenure of the throne, he penetrated the secret which
had been kept successfully from the king himself. In the
knowledge of it he found the opportunity for which he had waited;
in its bold use he discerned his chance. I cannot say whether he
were influenced more strongly by his desire to reestablish his
position in the kingdom or by the grudge he bore against Mr.
Rassendyll. He loved power and money; dearly he loved revenge
also. No doubt both motives worked together, and he was rejoiced
to find that the weapon put into his hand had a double edge; with
one he hoped to cut his own path clear; with the other, to wound
the man he hated through the woman whom that man loved. In fine,
the Count of Hentzau, shrewdly discerning the feeling that
existed between the queen and Rudolf Rassendyll, set his spies to
work, and was rewarded by discovering the object of my yearly
meetings with Mr. Rassendyll. At least he conjectured the nature
of my errand; this was enough for him. Head and hand were soon
busy in turning the knowledge to account; scruples of the heart
never stood in Rupert's way.
The marriage which had set all Ruritania on fire with joy and
formed in the people's eyes the visible triumph over Black
Michael and his fellow-conspirators was now three years old. For
three years the Princess Flavia had been queen. I am come by now
to the age when a man should look out on life with an eye
undimmed by the mists of passion. My love-making days are over;
yet there is nothing for which I am more thankful to Almighty God
than the gift of my wife's love. In storm it has been my anchor,
and in clear skies my star. But we common folk are free to follow
our hearts; am I an old fool for saying that he is a fool who
follows anything else? Our liberty is not for princes. We need
wait for no future world to balance the luck of men; even here
there is an equipoise. From the highly placed a price is exacted
for their state, their wealth, and their honors, as heavy as
these are great; to the poor, what is to us mean and of no
sweetness may appear decked in the robes of pleasure and delight.
Well, if it were not so, who could sleep at nights? The burden
laid on Queen Flavia I knew, and know, so well as a man can know
it. I think it needs a woman to know it fully; for even now my
wife's eyes fill with tears when we speak of it. Yet she bore it,
and if she failed in anything, I wonder that it was in so little.
For it was not only that she had never loved the king and had
loved another with all her heart. The king's health, shattered by
the horror and rigors of his imprisonment in the castle of Zenda,
soon broke utterly. He lived, indeed; nay, he shot and hunted,
and kept in his hand some measure, at least, of government. But
always from the day of his release he was a fretful invalid,
different utterly from the gay and jovial prince whom Michael's
villains had caught in the shooting lodge. There was worse than
this. As time went on, the first impulse of gratitude and
admiration that he had felt towards Mr. Rassendyll died away. He
came to brood more and more on what had passed while he was a
prisoner; he was possessed not only by a haunting dread of Rupert
of Hentzau, at whose hands he had suffered so greatly, but also
by a morbid, half mad jealousy of Mr. Rassendyll. Rudolf had
played the hero while he lay helpless. Rudolf's were the exploits
for which his own people cheered him in his own capital. Rudolf's
were the laurels that crowned his impatient brow. He had enough
nobility to resent his borrowed credit, without the fortitude to
endure it manfully. And the hateful comparison struck him nearer
home. Sapt would tell him bluntly that Rudolf did this or that,
set this precedent or that, laid down this or the other policy,
and that the king could do no better than follow in Rudolf's
steps. Mr. Rassendyll's name seldom passed his wife's lips, but
when she spoke of him it was as one speaks of a great man who is
dead, belittling all the living by the shadow of his name. I do
not believe that the king discerned that truth which his wife
spent her days in hiding from him; yet he was uneasy if Rudolf's
name were mentioned by Sapt or myself, and from the queen's mouth
he could not bear it. I have seen him fall into fits of passion
on the mere sound of it; for he lost control of himself on what
seemed slight provocation.
Moved by this disquieting jealousy, he sought continually to
exact from the queen proofs of love and care beyond what most
husbands can boast of, or, in my humble judgment, make good their
right to, always asking of her what in his heart he feared was
not hers to give. Much she did in pity and in duty; but in some
moments, being but human and herself a woman of high temper, she
failed; then the slight rebuff or involuntary coldness was
magnified by a sick man's fancy into great offence or studied
insult, and nothing that she could do would atone for it. Thus
they, who had never in truth come together, drifted yet further
apart; he was alone in his sickness and suspicion, she in her
sorrows and her memories. There was no child to bridge the gulf
between them, and although she was his queen and his wife, she
grew almost a stranger to him. So he seemed to will that it
Thus, worse than widowed, she lived for three years; and once
only in each year she sent three words to the man she loved, and
received from him three words in answer. Then her strength failed
her. A pitiful scene had occurred in which the king peevishly
upbraided her in regard to some trivial matter--the occasion
escapes my memory--speaking to her before others words that even
alone she could not have listened to with dignity. I was there,
and Sapt; the colonel's small eyes had gleamed in anger. "I
should like to shut his mouth for him," I heard him mutter, for
the king's waywardness had well-nigh worn out even his devotion.
The thing, of which I will say no more, happened a day or two
before I was to set out to meet Mr. Rassendyll. I was to seek him
this time at Wintenberg, for I had been recognized the year
before at Dresden; and Wintenberg, being a smaller place and less
in the way of chance visitors, was deemed safer. I remember well
how she was when she called me into her own room, a few hours
after she had left the king. She stood by the table; the box was
on it, and I knew well that the red rose and the message were
within. But there was more to-day. Without preface she broke into
the subject of my errand.
"I must write to him," she said. "I can't bear it, I must write.
My dear friend Fritz, you will carry it safely for me, won't you?
And he must write to me. And you'll bring that safely, won't you?
Ah, Fritz, I know I'm wrong, but I'm starved, starved, starved!
And it's for the last time. For I know now that if I send
anything, I must send more. So after this time I won't send at
all. But I must say good-by to him; I must have his good-by to
carry me through my life. This once, then, Fritz, do it for me."
The tears rolled down her cheeks, which to-day were flushed out
of their paleness to a stormy red; her eyes defied me even while
they pleaded. I bent my head and kissed her hand.
"With God's help I'll carry it safely and bring his safely, my
queen," said I.
"And tell me how he looks. Look at him closely, Fritz. See if he
is well and seems strong. Oh, and make him merry and happy! Bring
that smile to his lips, Fritz, and the merry twinkle to his eyes.
When you speak of me, see if he--if he looks as if he still loved
me." But then she broke off, crying, "But don't tell him I said
that. He'd be grieved if I doubted his love. I don't doubt it; I
don't, indeed; but still tell me how he looks when you speak of
me, won't you, Fritz? See, here's the letter."
Taking it from her bosom, she kissed it before she gave it to me.
Then she added a thousand cautions, how I was to carry her
letter, how I was to go and how return, and how I was to run no
danger, because my wife Helga loved me as well as she would have
loved her husband had Heaven been kinder. "At least, almost as I
should, Fritz," she said, now between smiles and tears. She would
not believe that any woman could love as she loved.
I left the queen and went to prepare for my journey. I used to
take only one servant with me, and I had chosen a different man
each year. None of them had known that I met Mr. Rassendyll, but
supposed that I was engaged on the private business which I made
my pretext for obtaining leave of absence from the king. This
time I had determined to take with me a Swiss youth who had
entered my service only a few weeks before. His name was Bauer;
he seemed a stolid, somewhat stupid fellow, but as honest as the
day and very obliging.
He had come to me well recommended, and I had not hesitated to
engage him. I chose him for my companion now, chiefly because he
was a foreigner and therefore less likely to gossip with the
other servants when we returned. I do not pretend to much
cleverness, but I confess that it vexes me to remember how that
stout, guileless-looking youth made a fool of me. For Rupert knew
that I had met Mr. Rassendyll the year before at Dresden; Rupert
was keeping a watchful eye on all that passed in Strelsau; Rupert
had procured the fellow his fine testimonials and sent him to me,
in the hope that he would chance on something of advantage to his
employer. My resolve to take him to Wintenberg may have been
hoped for, but could scarcely have been counted on; it was the
added luck that waits so often on the plans of a clever schemer.
Going to take leave of the king, I found him huddled over the
fire. The day was not cold, but the damp chill of his dungeon
seemed to have penetrated to the very core of his bones. He was
annoyed at my going, and questioned me peevishly about the
business that occasioned my journey. I parried his curiosity as I
best could, but did not succeed in appeasing his ill-humor. Half
ashamed of his recent outburst, half-anxious to justify it to
himself, he cried fretfully:
"Business! Yes, any business is a good enough excuse for leaving
me! By Heaven, I wonder if a king was ever served so badly as I
am! Why did you trouble to get me out of Zenda? Nobody wants me,
nobody cares whether I live or die."
To reason with such a mood was impossible. I could only assure
him that I would hasten my return by all possible means.
"Yes, pray do," said he. "I want somebody to look after me. Who
knows what that villain Rupert may attempt against me? And I
can't defend myself can I? I'm not Rudolf Rassendyll, am I?"
Thus, with a mixture of plaintiveness and malice, he scolded me.
At last I stood silent, waiting till he should be pleased to
dismiss me. At any rate I was thankful that he entertained no
suspicion as to my errand. Had I spoken a word of Mr. Rassendyll
he would not have let me go. He had fallen foul of me before on
learning that I was in communication with Rudolf; so completely
had jealousy destroyed gratitude in his breast. If he had known
what I carried, I do not think that he could have hated his
preserver more. Very likely some such feeling was natural enough;
it was none the less painful to perceive.
On leaving the king's presence, I sought out the Constable of
Zenda. 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.
"The court moves there to-morrow, and I shall be there as long as
the king is."
He paused, and then added: "Destroy the letter if there's any
I nodded my head.
"And destroy yourself with it, if there's the only way," he went
on with a surly smile. "Heaven knows why she must send such a
silly message at all; but since she must, she'd better have sent
me with it."
I knew that Sapt was in the way of jeering at all sentiment, and
I took no notice of the terms that he applied to the queen's
farewell. I contented myself with answering the last part of what
"No, it's better you should be here," I urged. "For if I should
lose the letter--though there's little chance of it--you could
prevent it from coming to the king."
"I could try," he grinned. "But on my life, to run the chance for
a letter's sake! A letter's a poor thing to risk the peace of a
"Unhappily," said I, "it's the only thing that a messenger can
"Off with you, then," grumbled the colonel. "Tell Rassendyll from
me that he did well. But tell him to do something more. Let 'em
say good-by and have done with it. Good God, is he going to waste
all his life thinking of a woman he never sees?" Sapt's air was
full of indignation.
"What more is he to do?" I asked. "Isn't his work here done?"
"Ay, it's done. Perhaps it's done," he answered. "At least he has
given us back our good king."
To lay on the king the full blame for what he was would have been
rank injustice. Sapt was not guilty of it, but his disappointment
was bitter that all our efforts had secured no better ruler for
Ruritania. Sapt could serve, but he liked his master to be a man.
"Ay, I'm afraid the lad's work here is done," he said, as I shook
him by the hand. Then a sudden light came in his eyes. "Perhaps
not," he muttered. "Who knows?"
A man need not, I hope, be deemed uxorious for liking a quiet
dinner alone with his wife before he starts on a long journey.
Such, at least, was my fancy; and I was annoyed to find that
Helga's cousin, Anton von Strofzin, had invited himself to share
our meal and our farewell. He conversed with his usual airy
emptiness on all the topics that were supplying Strelsau with
gossip. There were rumors that the king was ill; that the queen
was angry at being carried off to Zenda; that the archbishop
meant to preach against low dresses; that the chancellor was to
be dismissed; that his daughter was to be married; and so forth.
I heard without listening. But the last bit of his budget caught
my wandering attention.
"They were betting at the club," said Anton, "that Rupert of
Hentzau would be recalled. Have you heard anything about it,
If I had known anything, it is needless to say that I should not
have confided it to Anton. But the suggested step was so utterly
at variance with the king's intentions that I made no difficulty
about contradicting the report with an authoritative air. Anton
heard me with a judicial wrinkle on his smooth brow.
"That's all very well," said he, "and I dare say you're bound to
say so. All I know is that Rischenheim dropped a hint to Colonel
Markel a day or two ago."
"Rischenheim believes what he hopes," said I.
"And where's he gone?" cried Anton, exultantly. "Why has he
suddenly left Strelsau? I tell you he's gone to meet Rupert, and
I'll bet you what you like he carries some proposal. Ah, you
don't know everything, Fritz, my boy?"
It was indeed true that I did not know everything. I made haste
to admit as much. "I didn't even know that the count was gone,
much less why he's gone," said I.
"You see?" exclaimed Anton. And he added, patronizingly, "You
should keep your ears open, my boy; then you might be worth what
the king pays you."
"No less, I trust," said I, "for he pays me nothing." Indeed, at
this time I held no office save the honorary position of
chamberlain to Her Majesty. Any advice the king needed from me
was asked and given unofficially.
Anton went off, persuaded that he had scored a point against me.
I could not see where. It was possible that the Count of
Luzau-Rischenheim had gone to meet his cousin, equally possible
that no such business claimed his care. At any rate, the matter
was not for me. I had a more pressing affair in hand. Dismissing
the whole thing from my mind, I bade the butler tell Bauer to go
forward with my luggage and to let my carriage be at the door in
good time. Helga had busied herself, since our guest's departure,
in preparing small comforts for my journey; now she came to me to
say good-by. Although she tried to hide all signs of it, I
detected an uneasiness in her manner. She did not like these
errands of mine, imagining dangers and risks of which I saw no
likelihood. I would not give in to her mood, and, as I kissed
her, I bade her expect me back in a few days' time. Not even to
her did I speak of the new and more dangerous burden that I
carried, although I was aware that she enjoyed a full measure of
the queen's confidence.
"My love to King Rudolf, the real King Rudolf," said she. "Though
you carry what will make him think little of my love."
"I have no desire he should think too much of it, sweet," said I.
She caught me by the hands, and looked up in my face.
"What a friend you are, aren't you, Fritz?" said she. "You
worship Mr. Rassendyll. I know you think I should worship him
too, if he asked me. Well, I shouldn't. I am foolish enough to
have my own idol." All my modesty did not let me doubt who her
idol might be. Suddenly she drew near to me and whispered in my
ear. I think that our own happiness brought to her a sudden keen
sympathy with her mistress.
"Make him send her a loving message, Fritz," she whispered.
"Something that will comfort her. Her idol can't be with her as
mine is with me."
"Yes, he'll send something to comfort her," I answered. "And God
keep you, my dear."
For he would surely send an answer to the letter that I carried,
and that answer I was sworn to bring safely to her. So I set out
in good heart, bearing in the pocket of my coat the little box
and the queen's good-by. And, as Colonel Sapt said to me, both I
would destroy, if need were--ay, and myself with them. A man did
not serve Queen Flavia with divided mind.
CHAPTER II. A STATION WITHOUT A CAB
The arrangements for my meeting with Mr. Rassendyll had been
carefully made by correspondence before he left England. He was
to be at the Golden Lion Hotel at eleven o'clock on the night of
the 15th of October. I reckoned to arrive in the town between
eight and nine on the same evening, to proceed to another hotel,
and, on pretence of taking a stroll, slip out and call on him at
the appointed hour. I should then fulfil my commission, take his
answer, and enjoy the rare pleasure of a long talk with him.
Early the next morning he would have left Wintenberg, and I
should be on my way back to Strelsau. I knew that he would not
fail to keep his appointment, and I was perfectly confident of
being able to carry out the programme punctually; I had, however,
taken the precaution of obtaining a week's leave of absence, in
case any unforeseen accident should delay my return. Conscious of
having done all I could to guard against misunderstanding or
mishap, I got into the train in a tolerably peaceful frame of
mind. The box was in my inner pocket, the letter in a
portemonnaie. I could feel them both with my hand. I was not in
uniform, but I took my revolver. Although I had no reason to
anticipate any difficulties, I did not forget that what I carried
must be protected at all hazards and all costs.
The weary night journey wore itself away. Bauer came to me in the
morning, performed his small services, repacked my hand-bag,
procured me some coffee, and left me. It was then about eight
o'clock; we had arrived at a station of some importance and were
not to stop again till mid-day. I saw Bauer enter the
second-class compartment in which he was traveling, and settled
down in my own coupe. I think it was at this moment that the
thought of Rischenheim came again into my head, and I found
myself wondering why he clung to the hopeless idea of compassing
Rupert's return and what business had taken him from Strelsau.
But I made little of the matter, and, drowsy from a broken
night's rest, soon fell into a doze. I was alone in the carriage
and could sleep without fear or danger. I was awakened by our
noontide halt. Here I saw Bauer again. After taking a basin of
soup, I went to the telegraph bureau to send a message to my
wife; the receipt of it would not merely set her mind at case,
but would also ensure word of my safe progress reaching the
queen. As I entered the bureau I met Bauer coming out of it. He
seemed rather startled at our encounter, but told me readily
enough that he had been telegraphing for rooms at Wintenberg, a
very needless precaution, since there was no danger of the hotel
being full. In fact I was annoyed, as I especially wished to
avoid calling attention to my arrival. However, the mischief was
done, and to rebuke my servant might have aggravated it by
setting his wits at work to find out my motive for secrecy. So I
said nothing, but passed by him with a nod. When the whole
circumstances came to light, I had reason to suppose that besides
his message to the inn-keeper, Bauer sent one of a character and
to a quarter unsuspected by me.
We stopped once again before reaching Wintenberg. I put my head
out of the window to look about me, and saw Bauer standing near
the luggage van. He ran to me eagerly, asking whether I required
anything. I told him "nothing"; but instead of going away, he
began to talk to me. Growing weary of him, I returned to my seat
and waited impatiently for the train to go on. There was a
further delay of five minutes, and then we started.
"Thank goodness!" I exclaimed, leaning back comfortably in my
seat and taking a cigar from my case.
But in a moment the cigar rolled unheeded on to the floor, as I
sprang eagerly to my feet and darted to the window. For just as
we were clearing the station, I saw being carried past the
carriage, on the shoulders of a porter, a bag which looked very
much like mine. Bauer had been in charge of my bag, and it had
been put in the van under his directions. It seemed unlikely that
it should be taken out now by any mistake. Yet the bag I saw was
very like the bag I owned. But I was not sure, and could have
done nothing had I been sure. We were not to stop again before
Wintenberg, and, with my luggage or without it, I myself must be
in the town that evening.
We arrived punctual to our appointed time. I sat in the carriage
a moment or two, expecting Bauer to open the door and relieve me
of my small baggage. He did not come, so I got out. It seemed
that I had few fellow-passengers, and these were quickly
disappearing on foot or in carriages and carts that waited
outside the station. I stood looking for my servant and my
luggage. The evening was mild; I was encumbered with my hand-bag
and a heavy fur coat. There were no signs either of Bauer or of
baggage. I stayed where I was for five or six minutes. The guard
of the train had disappeared, but presently I observed the
station-master; he seemed to be taking a last glance round the
premises. Going up to him I asked whether he had seen my servant;
he could give me no news of him. I had no luggage ticket, for
mine had been in Bauer's hands; but I prevailed on him to allow
me to look at the baggage which had arrived; my property was not
among it. The station-master was inclined, I think, to be a
little skeptical as to the existence both of bag and of servant.
His only suggestion was that the man must have been left behind
accidentally. I pointed out that in this case he would not have
had the bag with him, but that it would have come on in the
train. The station-master admitted the force of my argument; he
shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands out; he was evidently
at the end of his resources.
Now, for the first time and with sudden force, a doubt of Bauer's
fidelity thrust itself into my mind. I remembered how little I
knew of the fellow and how great my charge was. Three rapid
movements of my hand assured me that letter, box, and revolver
were in their respective places. If Bauer had gone hunting in the
bag, he had drawn a blank. The station-master noticed nothing;
he was stating at the dim gas lamp that hung from the roof. I
turned to him.
"Well, tell him when he comes--" I began.
"He won't come to-night, now," interrupted the stationmaster,
none too politely. "No other train arrives to-night."
"Tell him when he does come to follow me at once to the
Wintenbergerhof. I'm going there immediately." For time was
short, and I did not wish to keep Mr. Rassendyll waiting.
Besides, in my new-born nervousness, I was anxious to accomplish
my errand as soon as might be. What had become of Bauer? The
thought returned, and now with it another, that seemed to connect
itself in some subtle way with my present position: why and
whither had the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim set out from Strelsau
a day before I started on my journey to Wintenberg?
"If he comes I'll tell him," said the station-master, and as he
spoke he looked round the yard.
There was not a cab to be seen! I knew that the station lay on
the extreme outskirts of the town, for I had passed through
Wintenberg on my wedding journey, nearly three years before. The
trouble involved in walking, and the further waste of time, put
the cap on my irritation.
"Why don't you have enough cabs?" I asked angrily.
"There are plenty generally, sir," he answered more civilly, with
an apologetic air. "There would be to-night but for an accident."
Another accident! This expedition of mine seemed doomed to be the
sport of chance.
"Just before your train arrived," he continued, "a local came in.
As a rule, hardly anybody comes by it, but to-night a number of
men--oh, twenty or five-and-twenty, I should think--got out. I
collected their tickets myself, and they all came from the first
station on the line. Well, that's not so strange, for there's a
good beer-garden there. But, curiously enough, every one of them
hired a separate cab and drove off, laughing and shouting to one
another as they went. That's how it happens that there were only
one or two cabs left when your train came in, and they were
snapped up at once."
Taken alone, this occurrence was nothing; but I asked myself
whether the conspiracy that had robbed me of my servant had
deprived me of a vehicle also.
"What sort of men were they?" I asked.
"All sorts of men, sir," answered the station-master, "but most
of them were shabby-looking fellows. I wondered where some of
them had got the money for their ride."
The vague feeling of uneasiness which had already attacked me
grew stronger. Although I fought against it, calling myself an
old woman and a coward, I must confess to an impulse which almost
made me beg the station-master's company on my walk; but, besides
being ashamed to exhibit a timidity apparently groundless, I was
reluctant to draw attention to myself in any way. I would not for
the world have it supposed that I carried anything of value.
"Well, there's no help for it," said I, and, buttoning my heavy
coat about me, I took my hand-bag and stick in one hand, and
asked my way to the hotel. My misfortunes had broken down the
station-master's indifference, and he directed me in a
"Straight along the road, sir," said he, "between the poplars,
for hard on half a mile; then the houses begin, and your hotel is
in the first square you come to, on the right."
I thanked him curtly (for I had not quite forgiven him his
earlier incivility), and started on my walk, weighed down by my
big coat and the handbag. When I left the lighted station yard I
realized that the evening had fallen very dark, and the shade of
the tall lank trees intensified the gloom. I could hardly see my
way, and went timidly, with frequent stumbles over the uneven
stones of the road. The lamps were dim, few, and widely
separated; so far as company was concerned, I might have been a
thousand miles from an inhabited house. In spite of myself, the
thought of danger persistently assailed my mind. I began to
review every circumstance of my journey, twisting the trivial
into some ominous shape, magnifying the significance of
everything which might justly seem suspicious, studying in the
light of my new apprehensions every expression of Bauer's face
and every word that had fallen from his lips. I could not
persuade myself into security. I carried the queen's letter,
and--well, I would have given much to have old Sapt or Rudolf
Rassendyll by my side.
Now, when a man suspects danger, let him not spend his time in
asking whether there be really danger or in upbraiding himself
for timidity, but let him face his cowardice, and act as though
the danger were real. If I had followed that rule and kept my
eyes about me, scanning the sides of the road and the ground in
front of my feet, instead of losing myself in a maze of
reflection, I might have had time to avoid the trap, or at least
to get my hand to my revolver and make a fight for it; or,
indeed, in the last resort, to destroy what I carried before harm
came to it. But my mind was preoccupied, and the whole thing
seemed to happen in a minute. At the very moment that I had
declared to myself the vanity of my fears and determined to be
resolute in banishing them, I heard voices--a low, strained
whispering; I saw two or three figures in the shadow of the
poplars by the wayside. An instant later, a dart was made at me.
While I could fly I would not fight; with a sudden forward plunge
I eluded the men who rushed at me, and started at a run towards
the lights of the town and the shapes of the houses, now distant
about a quarter of a mile. Perhaps I ran twenty yards, perhaps
fifty; I do not know. I heard the steps behind me, quick as my
own. Then I fell headlong on the road--tripped up! I understood.
They had stretched a rope across my path; as I fell a man bounded
up from either side, and I found the rope slack under my body.
There I lay on my face; a man knelt on me, others held either
hand; my face was pressed into the mud of the road, and I was
like to have been stifled; my hand-bag had whizzed away from me.
Then a voice said:
"Turn him over."
I knew the voice; it was a confirmation of the fears which I had
lately been at such pains to banish. It justified. the forecast
of Anton von Strofzin, and explained the wager of the Count of
Luzau-Rischenheim--for it was Rischenheim's voice.
They caught hold of me and began to turn me on my back. Here I
saw a chance, and with a great heave of my body I flung them from
me. For a short instant I was free; my impetuous attack seemed to
have startled the enemy; I gathered myself up on my knees. But my
advantage was not to last long. Another man, whom I had not seen,
sprang suddenly on me like a bullet from a catapult. His fierce
onset overthrew me; I was stretched on the ground again, on my
back now, and my throat was clutched viciously in strong fingers.
At the same moment my arms were again seized and pinned. The face
of the man on my chest bent down towards mine, and through the
darkness I discerned the features of Rupert of Hentzau. He was
panting with the sudden exertion and the intense force with which
he held me, but he was smiling also; and when he saw by my eyes
that I knew him, he laughed softly in triumph. Then came
Rischenheim's voice again.
"Where's the bag he carried? It may be in the bag."
"You fool, he'll have it about him," said Rupert, scornfully.
"Hold him fast while I search."
On either side my hands were still pinned fast. Rupert's left
hand did not leave my throat, but his free right hand began to
dart about me, feeling, probing, and rummaging. I lay quite
helpless and in the bitterness of great consternation. Rupert
found my revolver, drew it out with a gibe, and handed it to
Rischenheim, who was now standing beside him. Then he felt the
box, he drew it out, his eyes sparkled. He set his knee hard on
my chest, so that I could scarcely breathe; then he ventured to
loose my throat, and tore the box open eagerly.
"Bring a light here," he cried. Another ruffian came with a
dark-lantern, whose glow he turned on the box. Rupert opened it,
and when he saw what was inside, he laughed again, and stowed it
away in his pocket.
"Quick, quick!" urged Rischenheim. "We've got what we wanted, and
somebody may come at any moment."
A brief hope comforted me. The loss of the box was a calamity,
but I would pardon fortune if only the letter escaped capture.
Rupert might have suspected that I carried some such token as the
box, but he could not know of the letter. Would he listen to
Rischenheim? No. The Count of Hentzau did things thoroughly.
"We may as well overhaul him a bit more," said he, and resumed
his search. My hope vanished, for now he was bound to come upon
Another instant brought him to it. He snatched the pocketbook,
and, motioning impatiently to the man to hold the lantern nearer,
he began to examine the contents. I remember well the look of his
face as the fierce white light threw it up against the darkness
in its clear pallor and high-bred comeliness, with its curling
lips and scornful eyes. He had the letter now, and a gleam of joy
danced in his eyes as he tore it open. A hasty glance showed him
what his prize was; then, coolly and deliberately he settled
himself to read, regarding neither Rischenheim's nervous hurry
nor my desperate, angry glance that glared up at him. He read
leisurely, as though he had been in an armchair in his own house;
the lips smiled and curled as he read the last words that the
queen had written to her lover. He had indeed come on more than
Rischenheim laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Quick, Rupert, quick," he urged again, in a voice full of
"Let me alone, man. I haven't read anything so amusing for a long
while," answered Rupert. Then he burst into a laugh, crying,
"Look, look!" and pointing to the foot of the last page of the
letter. I was mad with anger; my fury gave me new strength. In
his enjoyment of what he read Rupert had grown careless; his knee
pressed more lightly on me, and as he showed Rischenheim the
passage in the letter that caused him so much amusement he turned
his head away for an instant. My chance had come. With a sudden
movement I displaced him, and with a desperate wrench I freed my
right hand. Darting it out, I snatched at the letter. Rupert,
alarmed for his treasure, sprang back and off me. I also sprang
up on my feet, hurling away the fellow who had gripped my other
hand. For a moment I stood facing Rupert; then I darted on him.
He was too quick for me; he dodged behind the man with the
lantern and. hurled the fellow forward against me. The lantern
fell on the ground.
"Give me your stick!" I heard Rupert say. "Where is it? That's
Then came Rischenheim's voice again, imploring and timid:
"Rupert, you promised not to kill him."
The only answer was a short, fierce laugh. I hurled away the man
who had been thrust into my arms and sprang forward. I saw Rupert
of Hentzau; his hand was raised above his head and held a stout
club. I do not know what followed; there came--all in a confused
blur of instant sequence--an oath from Rupert, a rush from me, a
scuffle, as though some one sought to hold him back; then he was
on me; I felt a great thud on my forehead, and I felt nothing
more. Again I was on my back, with a terrible pain in my head,
and a dull, dreamy consciousness of a knot of men standing over
me, talking eagerly to one another.
I could not hear what they were saying; I had no great desire to
hear. I fancied, somehow, that they were talking about me; they
looked at me and moved their hands towards me now and again. I
heard Rupert's laugh, and saw his club poised over me; then
Rischenheim caught him by the wrist. I know now that Rischenheim
was reminding his cousin that he had promised not to kill me,
that Rupert's oath did not weigh a straw in the scales, but that
he was held back only by a doubt whether I alive or my dead body
would be more inconvenient to dispose of. Yet then I did not
understand, but lay there listless. And presently the talking
forms seemed to cease their talking; they grew blurred and dim,
running into one another, and all mingling together to form one
great shapeless creature that seemed to murmur and gibber over
me, some such monster as a man sees in his dreams. I hated to see
it, and closed my eyes; its murmurings and gibberings haunted my
ears for awhile, making me restless and unhappy; then they died
away. Their going made me happy; I sighed in contentment; and
everything became as though it were not.
Yet I had one more vision, breaking suddenly across my
unconsciousness. A bold, rich voice rang out, "By God, I will!"
"No, no," cried another. Then, "What's that?" There was a rush of
feet, the cries of men who met in anger or excitement, the crack
of a shot and of another quickly following, oaths, and scuffling.
Then came the sound of feet flying. I could not make it out; I
grew weary with the puzzle of it. Would they not be quiet? Quiet
was what I wanted. At last they grew quiet; I closed my eyes
again. The pain was less now; they were quiet; I could sleep.
When a man looks back on the past, reviewing in his mind the
chances Fortune has given and the calls she has made, he always
torments himself by thinking that he could have done other and
better than in fact he did. Even now I lie awake at night
sometimes, making clever plans by which I could have thwarted
Rupert's schemes. In these musings I am very acute; Anton von
Strofzin's idle talk furnishes me with many a clue, and I draw
inferences sure and swift as a detective in the story books.
Bauer is my tool, I am not his. I lay Rischenheim by the heels,
send Rupert howling off with a ball in his arm, and carry my
precious burden in triumph to Mr. Rassendyll. By the time I have
played the whole game I am indeed proud of myself. Yet in truth--
in daylight truth--I fear that, unless Heaven sent me a fresh set
of brains, I should be caught in much the same way again. Though
not by that fellow Bauer, I swear! Well, there it was. They had
made a fool of me. I lay on the road with a bloody head, and
Rupert of Hentzau had the queen's letter.
CHAPTER III. AGAIN TO ZENDA
By Heaven's care, or--since a man may be over-apt to arrogate to
himself great share of such attention--by good luck, I had not to
trust for my life to the slender thread of an oath sworn by
Rupert of Hentzau. The visions of my dazed brain were
transmutations of reality; the scuffle, the rush, the retreat
were not all dream.
There is an honest fellow now living in Wintenberg comfortably
and at his ease by reason that his wagon chanced to come
lumbering along with three or four stout lads in it at the moment
when Rupert was meditating a second and murderous blow. Seeing
the group of us, the good carrier and his lads leapt down and
rushed on my assailants. One of the thieves, they said, was for
fighting it out--I could guess who that was--and called on the
rest to stand; but they, more prudent, laid hands on him, and, in
spite of his oaths, hustled him off along the road towards the
station. Open country lay there and the promise of safety. My new
friends set off in pursuit; but a couple of revolver shots, heard
by me, but not understood, awoke their caution. Good Samaritans,
but not men of war, they returned to where I lay senseless on the
ground, congratulating themselves and me that an enemy so well
armed should run and not stand his ground. They forced a drink of
rough wine down my throat, and in a minute or two I opened my
eyes. They were for carrying me to a hospital; I would have none
of it. As soon as things grew clear to me again and I knew where
I was, I did nothing but repeat in urgent tones, "The Golden
Lion, The Golden Lion! Twenty crowns to carry me to the Golden
Perceiving that I knew my own business and where I wished to go,
one picked up my hand-bag and the rest hoisted me into their
wagon and set out for the hotel where Rudolf Rassendyll was. The
one thought my broken head held was to get to him as soon as
might be and tell him how I had been fool enough to let myself be
robbed of the queen's letter.
He was there. He stood on the threshold of the inn, waiting for
me, as it seemed, although it was not yet the hour of my
appointment. As they drew me up to the door, I saw his tall,
straight figure and his red hair by the light of the hall lamps.
By Heaven, I felt as a lost child must on sight of his mother! I
stretched out my hand to him, over the side of the wagon,
murmuring, "I've lost it."
He started at the words, and sprang forward to me. Then he turned
quickly to the carrier.
"This gentleman is my friend," he said. "Give him to me. I'll
speak to you later." He waited while I was lifted down from the
wagon into the arms that he held ready for me, and himself
carried me across the threshold. I was quite clear in the head by
now and understood all that passed. There were one or two people
in the hall, but Mr. Rassendyll took no heed of them. He bore me
quickly upstairs and into his sitting-room. There he set me down
in an arm-chair, and stood opposite to me. He was smiling, but
anxiety was awake in his eyes.
"I've lost it," I said again, looking up at him pitifully enough.
"That's all right," said he, nodding. "Will you wait, or can you
"Yes, but give me some brandy," said I.
Rudolf gave me a little brandy mixed in a great deal of water,
and then I made shift to tell him. Though faint, I was not
confused, and I gave my story in brief, hurried, yet sufficient
words. He made no sign till I mentioned the letter. Then his face
"A letter, too?" he exclaimed, in a strange mixture of increased
apprehension and unlooked-for joy.
"Yes, a letter, too; she wrote a letter, and I carried that as
well as the box. I've lost them both, Rudolf. God help me, I've
lost them both! Rupert has the letter too!" I think I must have
been weak and unmanned from the blow I had received, for my
composure broke down here. Rudolf stepped up to me and wrung me
by the hand. I mastered myself again and looked in his face as he
stood in thought, his hand caressing the strong curve of his
clean-shaven chin. Now that I was with him again it seemed as
though I had never lost him; as though we were still together in
Strelsau or at Tarlenheim, planning how to hoodwink Black
Michael, send Rupert of Hentzau to his own place, and bring the
king back to his throne. For Mr. Rassendyll, as he stood before
me now, was changed in nothing since our last meeting, nor indeed
since he reigned in Strelsau, save that a few flecks of gray
spotted his hair.
My battered head ached most consumedly. Mr. Rassendyll rang the
bell twice, and a short, thickset man of middle age appeared; he
wore a suit of tweed, and had the air of smartness and
respectability which marks English servants.
"James," said Rudolf, "this gentleman has hurt his head. Look
James went out. In a few minutes he was back, with water, basin,
towels, and bandages. Bending over me, he began to wash and tend
my wound very deftly. Rudolf was walking up and down.
"Done the head, James?" he asked, after a few moments.
"Yes, sir," answered the servant, gathering together his
"Telegraph forms, then."
James went out, and was back with the forms in an instant.
"Be ready when I ring," said Rudolf. And he added, turning to me,
"Any easier, Fritz?"
"I can listen to you now," I said.
"I see their game," said he. "One or other of them, Rupert or
this Rischenheim, will try to get to the king with the letter."
I sprang to my feet.
"They mustn't," I cried, and I reeled back into my chair, with a
feeling as if a red-hot poker were being run through my head.
"Much you can do to stop 'em, old fellow," smiled Rudolf, pausing
to press my hand as he went by. "They won't trust the post, you
know. One will go. Now which?" He stood facing me with a
thoughtful frown on his face.
I did not know, but I thought that Rischenheim would go. It was a
great risk for Rupert to trust himself in the kingdom, and he
knew that the king would not easily be persuaded to receive him,
however startling might be the business he professed as his
errand. On the other hand, nothing was known against Rischenheim,
while his rank would secure, and indeed entitle, him to an early
audience. Therefore I concluded that Rischenheim would go with
the letter, or, if Rupert would not let that out of his
possession, with the news of the letter.
"Or a copy," suggested Rassendyll. "Well, Rischenheim or Rupert
will be on his way by to-morrow morning, or is on his way
Again I tried to rise, for I was on fire to prevent the fatal
consequences of my stupidity. Rudolf thrust me back in my chair,
saying, "No, no." Then he sat down at the table and took up the
"You and Sapt arranged a cipher, I suppose?" he asked.
"Yes. You write the message, and I'll put it into the cipher."
"This is what I've written: 'Document lost. Let nobody see him if
possible. Wire who asks.' I don't like to make it plainer: most
ciphers can be read, you know."
"Not ours," said I.
"Well, but will that do?" asked Rudolf, with an unconvinced
"Yes, I think he'll understand it." And I wrote it again in the
cipher; it was as much as I could do to hold the pen.
The bell was rung again, and James appeared in an instant.
"Send this," said Rudolf.
"The offices will be shut, sir."
"Very good, sir; but it may take an hour to get one open."
"I'll give you half an hour. Have you money?"
"And now," added Rudolf, turning to me, "you'd better go to bed."
I do not recollect what I answered, for my faintness came upon me
again, and I remember only that Rudolf himself helped me into his
own bed. I slept, but I do not think he so much as lay down on
the sofa; chancing to awake once or twice, I heard him pacing
about. But towards morning I slept heavily, and I did not know
what he was doing then. At eight o'clock James entered and roused
me. He said that a doctor was to be at the hotel in half an hour,
but that Mr. Rassendyll would like to see me for a few minutes if
I felt equal to business. I begged James to summon his master at
once. Whether I were equal or unequal, the business had to be
Rudolf came, calm and serene. Danger and the need for exertion
acted on him like a draught of good wine on a seasoned drinker.
He was not only himself, but more than himself: his excellences
enhanced, the indolence that marred him in quiet hours sloughed
off. But to-day there was something more; I can only describe it
as a kind of radiance. I have seen it on the faces of young
sparks when the lady they love comes through the ball-room door,
and I have seen it glow more softly in a girl's eyes when some
fellow who seemed to me nothing out of the ordinary asked her for
a dance. That strange gleam was on Rudolf's face as he stood by
my bedside. I dare say it used to be on mine when I went
"Fritz, old friend," said he, "there's an answer from Sapt. I'll
lay the telegraph offices were stirred in Zenda as well as James
stirred them here in Wintenberg! And what do you think?
Rischenheim asked for an audience before he left Strelsau."
I raised myself on my elbow in the bed.
"You understand?" he went on. "He left on Monday. To-day's
Wednesday. The king has granted him an audience at four on
Friday. Well, then--"
"They counted on success," I cried, "and Rischenheim takes the
"A copy, if I know Rupert of Hentzau. Yes, it was well laid. I
like the men taking all the cabs! How much ahead had they, now."
I did not know that, though I had no more doubt than he that
Rupert's hand was in the business.
"Well," he continued, "I am going to wire to Sapt to put
Rischenheim off for twelve hours if he can; failing that, to get
the king away from Zenda."
"But Rischenheim must have his audience sooner or later," I
"Sooner or later--there's the world's difference between them!"
cried Rudolf Rassendyll. He sat down on the bed by me, and went
on in quick, decisive words: "You can't move for a day or two.
Send my message to Sapt. Tell him to keep you informed of what
happens. As soon as you can travel, go to Strelsau, and let Sapt
know directly you arrive. We shall want your help."
"And what are you going to do?" I cried, staring at him.
He looked at me for a moment, and his face was crossed by
conflicting feelings. I saw resolve there, obstinacy, and the
scorn of danger; fun, too, and merriment; and, lastly, the same
radiance I spoke of. He had been smoking a cigarette; now he
threw the end of it into the grate and rose from the bed where he
had been sitting.
"I'm going to Zenda," said he.
"To Zenda!" I cried, amazed.
"Yes," said Rudolf. "I'm going again to Zenda, Fritz, old fellow.
By heaven, I knew it would come, and now it has come!"
"But to do what?"
"I shall overtake Rischenheim or be hot on his heels. If he gets
there first, Sapt will keep him waiting till I come; and if I
come, he shall never see the king. Yes, if I come in time--" He
broke into a sudden laugh. "What!" he cried, "have I lost my
likeness? Can't I still play the king? Yes, if I come in time,
Rischenheim shall have his audience of the king of Zenda, and the
king will be very gracious to him, and the king will take his
copy of the letter from him! Oh, Rischenheim shall have an
audience of King Rudolf in the castle of Zenda, never fear!"
He stood, looking to see how I received his plan; but amazed at
the boldness of it, I could only lie back and gasp.
Rudolf's excitement left him as suddenly as it had come; he was
again the cool, shrewd, nonchalant Englishman, as, lighting
another cigarette, he proceeded:
"You see, there are two of them, Rupert and Rischenheim. Now you
can't move for a day or two, that's certain. But there must be
two of us there in Ruritania. Rischenheim is to try first; but if
he fails, Rupert will risk everything and break through to the
king's presence. Give him five minutes with the king, and the
mischief's done! Very well, then; Sapt must keep Rupert at bay
while I tackle Rischenheim. As soon as you can move, go to
Strelsau, and let Sapt know where you are."
"But if you're seen, if you're found out?"
"Better I than the queen's letter," said he. Then he laid his
hand on my arm and said, quite quietly, "If the letter gets to
the king, I and I only can do what must be done."
I did not know what he meant; perhaps it was that he would carry
off the queen sooner than leave her alone after her letter was
known; but there was another possible meaning that I, a loyal
subject, dared not inquire into. Yet I made no answer, for I was
above all and first of all the queen's servant. Still I cannot
believe that he meant harm to the king.
"Come, Fritz," he cried, "don't look so glum. This is not so
great an affair as the other, and we brought that through safe."
I suppose I still looked doubtful, for he added, with a sort of
impatience, "Well, I'm going, anyhow. Heavens, man, am I to sit
here while that letter is carried to the king?"
I understood his feeling, and knew that he held life a light
thing compared with the recovery of Queen Flavia's letter. I
ceased to urge him. When I assented to his wishes, every shadow
vanished from his face, and he began to discuss the details of
the plan with business-like brevity.
"I shall leave James with you," said Rudolf. "He'll be very
useful, and you can rely on him absolutely. Any message that you
dare trust to no other conveyance, give to him; he'll carry it.
He can shoot, too." He rose as he spoke. "I'll look in before I
start," he added, "and hear what the doctor says about you."
I lay there, thinking, as men sick and weary in body will, of the
dangers and the desperate nature of the risk, rather than of the
hope which its boldness would have inspired in a healthy, active
brain. I distrusted the rapid inference that Rudolf had drawn
from Sapt's telegram, telling myself that it was based on too
slender a foundation. Well, there I was wrong, and I am glad now
to pay that tribute to his discernment. The first steps of
Rupert's scheme were laid as Rudolf had conjectured: Rischenheim
had started, even while I lay there, for Zenda, carrying on his
person a copy of the queen's farewell letter and armed for his
enterprise by his right of audience with the king. So far we were
right, then; for the rest we were in darkness, not knowing or
being able even to guess where Rupert would choose to await the
result of the first cast, or what precautions he had taken
against the failure of his envoy. But although in total obscurity
as to his future plans, I traced his past actions, and subsequent
knowledge has shown that I was right. Bauer was the tool; a
couple of florins apiece had hired the fellows who, conceiving
that they were playing a part in some practical joke, had taken
all the cabs at the station. Rupert had reckoned that I should
linger looking for my servant and luggage, and thus miss my last
chance of a vehicle. If, however, I had obtained one, the attack
would still have been made, although, of course, under much
greater difficulties. Finally--and of this at the time I knew
nothing--had I evaded them and got safe to port with my cargo,
the plot would have been changed. Rupert's attention would then
have been diverted from me to Rudolf; counting on love overcoming
prudence, he reckoned that Mr. Rassendyll would not at once
destroy what the queen sent, and had arranged to track his steps
from Wintenberg till an opportunity offered of robbing him of his
treasure. The scheme, as I know it, was full of audacious
cunning, and required large resources--the former Rupert himself
supplied; for the second he was indebted to his cousin and slave,
the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim.
My meditations were interrupted by the arrival of the doctor. He
hummed and ha'd over me, but to my surprise asked me no questions
as to the cause of my misfortune, and did not, as I had feared,
suggest that his efforts should be seconded by those of the
police. On the contrary, he appeared, from an unobtrusive hint or
two, to be anxious that I should know that his discretion could
"You must not think of moving for a couple of days," he said;
"but then, I think we can get you away without danger and quite
I thanked him; he promised to look in again; I murmured something
about his fee.
"Oh, thank you, that is all settled," he said. "Your friend Herr
Schmidt has seen to it, and, my dear sir, most liberally."
He was hardly gone when 'my friend Herr Schmidt'--alias Rudolf
Rassendyll--was back. He laughed a little when I told him how
discreet the doctor had been.
"You see," he explained, "he thinks you've been very indiscreet.
I was obliged, my dear Fritz, to take some liberties with your
character. However, it's odds against the matter coming to your
"But couldn't we have laid the others by the heels?"
"With the letter on Rupert? My dear fellow, you're very ill."
I laughed at myself, and forgave Rudolf his trick, though I think
that he might have made my fictitious inamorata something more
than a baker's wife. It would have cost no more to make her a
countess, and the doctor would have looked with more respect on
me. However, Rudolf had said that the baker broke my head with
his rolling-pin, and thus the story rests in the doctor's mind to
"Well, I'm off," said Rudolf.
"Why, to that same little station where two good friends parted
from me once before. Fritz, where's Rupert gone?"
"I wish we knew."
"I lay he won't be far off."
"Are you armed?"
"The six-shooter. Well, yes, since you press me, a knife, too;
but only if he uses one. You'll let Sapt know when you come?"
"Yes; and I come the moment I can stand?"
"As if you need tell me that, old fellow!"
"Where do you go from the station?"
"To Zenda, through the forest," he answered. "I shall reach the
station about nine to-morrow night, Thursday. Unless Rischenheim
has got the audience sooner than was arranged, I shall be in
"How will you get hold of Sapt?"
"We must leave something to the minute."
"God bless you, Rudolf."
"The king sha'n't have the letter, Fritz."
There was a moment's silence as we shook hands. Then that soft
yet bright look came in his eyes again. He looked down at me, and
caught me regarding him with a smile that I know was not unkind.
"I never thought I should see her again," he said. "I think I
shall now, Fritz. To have a turn with that boy and to see her
again--it's worth something."
"How will you see her?"
Rudolf laughed, and I laughed too. He caught my hand again. I
think that he was anxious to infect me with his gayety and
confidence. But I could not answer to the appeal of his eyes.
There was a motive in him that found no place in me--a great
longing, the prospect or hope of whose sudden fulfilment dwarfed
danger and banished despair. He saw that I detected its presence
in him and perceived how it filled his mind.
"But the letter comes before all," said he. "I expected to die
without seeing her; I will die without seeing her, if I must, to
save the letter."
"I know you will," said I.
He pressed my hand again. As he turned away, James came with his
noiseless, quick step into the room.
"The carriage is at the door, sir," said he.
"Look after the count, James," said Rudolf. "Don't leave him till
he sends you away."
"Very well, sir."
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
CHAPTER IV. AN EDDY ON THE MOAT
On the evening of Thursday, the sixteenth of October, the
Constable of Zenda was very much out of humor; he has since
confessed as much. To risk the peace of a palace for the sake of
a lover's greeting had never been wisdom to his mind, and he had
been sorely impatient with "that fool Fritz's" yearly pilgrimage.
The letter of farewell had been an added folly, pregnant with
chances of disaster. Now disaster, or the danger of it, had come.
The curt, mysterious telegram from Wintenberg, which told him so
little, at least told him that. It ordered him--and he did not
know even whose the order was--to delay Rischenheim's audience,
or, if he could not, to get the king away from Zenda: why he was
to act thus was not disclosed to him. But he knew as well as I
that Rischenheim was completely in Rupert's hands, and he could
not fail to guess that something had gone wrong at Wintenberg,
and that Rischenheim came to tell the king some news that the
king must not hear. His task sounded simple, but it was not easy;
for he did not know where Rischenheim was, and so could not
prevent his coming; besides, the king had been very pleased to
learn of the count's approaching visit, since he desired to talk
with him on the subject of a certain breed of dogs, which the
count bred with great, his Majesty with only indifferent success;
therefore he had declared that nothing should interfere with his
reception of Rischenheim. In vain Sapt told him that a large boar
had been seen in the forest, and that a fine day's sport might be
expected if he would hunt next day. "I shouldn't be back in time
to see Rischenheim," said the king.
"Your Majesty would be back by nightfall," suggested Sapt.
"I should be too tired to talk to him, and I've a great deal to
"You could sleep at the hunting-lodge, sire, and ride back to
receive the count next morning."
"I'm anxious to see him as soon as may be." Then he looked up at
Sapt with a sick man's quick suspicion. "Why shouldn't I see
him?" he asked.
"It's a pity to miss the boar, sire," was all Sapt's plea. The
king made light of it.
"Curse the boar!" said he. "I want to know how he gets the dogs'
coats so fine."
As the king spoke a servant entered, carrying a telegram for
Sapt. The colonel took it and put it in his pocket.
"Read it," said the king. He had dined and was about to go to
bed, it being nearly ten o'clock.
"It will keep, sire," answered Sapt, who did not know but that it
might be from Wintenberg.
"Read it," insisted the king testily. "It may be from
Rischenheim. Perhaps he can get here sooner. I should like to
know about those dogs. Read it, I beg."
Sapt could do nothing but read it. He had taken to spectacles
lately, and he spent a long while adjusting them and thinking
what he should do if the message were not fit for the king's ear.
"Be quick, man, be quick!" urged the irritable king.
Sapt had got the envelope open at last, and relief, mingled with
perplexity, showed in his face.
"Your Majesty guessed wonderfully well. Rischenheim can be here
at eight to-morrow morning," he said, looking up.
"Capital!" cried the king. "He shall breakfast with me at nine,
and I'll have a ride after the boar when we've done our business.
Now are you satisfied?"
"Perfectly, sire," said Sapt, biting his moustache.
The king rose with a yawn, and bade the colonel good-night. "He
must have some trick I don't know with those dogs," he remarked,
as he went out. And "Damn the dogs!" cried Colonel Sapt the
moment that the door was shut behind his Majesty.
But the colonel was not a man to accept defeat easily. The
audience that he had been instructed to postpone was advanced;
the king, whom he had been told to get away from Zenda, would not
go till he had seen Rischenheim. Still there are many ways of
preventing a meeting. Some are by fraud; these it is no injustice
to Sapt to say that he had tried; some are by force, and the
colonel was being driven to the conclusion that one of these must
be his resort.
"Though the king," he mused, with a grin, "will be furious if
anything happens to Rischenheim before he's told him about the
Yet he fell to racking his brains to find a means by which the
count might be rendered incapable of performing the service so
desired by the king and of carrying out his own purpose in
seeking an audience. Nothing save assassination suggested itself
to the constable; a quarrel and a duel offered no security; and
Sapt was not Black Michael, and had no band of ruffians to join
him in an apparently unprovoked kidnapping of a distinguished
"I can think of nothing," muttered Sapt, rising from his chair
and moving across towards the window in search of the fresh air
that a man so often thinks will give him a fresh idea. He was in
his own quarters, that room of the new chateau which opens on to
the moat immediately to the right of the drawbridge as you face
the old castle; it was the room which Duke Michael had occupied,
and almost opposite to the spot where the great pipe had
connected the window of the king's dungeon with the waters of the
moat. 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. The fresh air was there,
but the fresh idea tarried.
Suddenly the constable bent forward, craning his head out and
down, far as he could stretch it, towards the water. What he had
seen, or seemed dimly to see, is a sight common enough on the
surface of water--large circular eddies, widening from a centre;
a stone thrown in makes them, or a fish on the rise. But Sapt had
thrown no stone, and the fish in the moat were few and not rising
then. The light was behind Sapt, and threw his figure into bold
relief. The royal apartments looked out the other way; there were
no lights in the windows this side the bridge, although beyond it
the guards' lodgings and the servants' offices still showed a
light here and there. Sapt waited till the eddies ceased. Then he
heard the faintest sound, as of a large body let very gently into
the water; a moment later, from the moat right below him, a man's
"Sapt!" said a voice, low but distinct.
The old colonel started, and, resting both hands on the sill,
bent further out, till he seemed in danger of overbalancing.
"Quick--to the ledge on the other side. You know," said the
voice, and the head turned; with quick, quiet strokes the man
crossed the moat till he was hidden in the triangle of deep shade
formed by the meeting of the drawbridge and the old castle wall.
Sapt watched him go, almost stupefied by the sudden wonder of
hearing that voice come to him out of the stillness of the night.
For the king was abed; and who spoke in that voice save the king
and one other?
Then, with a curse at himself for his delay, he turned and walked
quickly across the room. Opening the door, he found himself in
the passage. But here he ran right into the arms of young
Bernenstein, the officer of the guard, who was going his rounds.
Sapt knew and trusted him, for he had been with us all through
the siege of Zenda, when Michael kept the king a prisoner, and he
bore marks given him by Rupert of Hentzau's ruffians. He now held
a commission as lieutenant in the cuirassiers of the King's
He noticed Sapt's bearing, for he cried out in a low voice,
"Anything wrong, sir?"
"Bernenstein, my boy, the castle's all right about here. Go round
to the front, and, hang you, stay there," said Sapt.
The officer stared, as well he might. Sapt caught him by the arm.
"No, stay here. See, stand by the door there that leads to the
royal apartments. Stand there, and let nobody pass. You
"And whatever you hear, don't look round."
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
Sapt ran on. Opening the gate that led to the bridge, he sped
across. Then, stepping on one side and turning his face to the
wall, he descended the steps that gave foothold down to the ledge
running six or eight inches above the water. He also was now in
the triangle of deep darkness, yet he knew that a man was there,
who stood straight and tall, rising above his own height. And he
felt his hand caught in a sudden grip. Rudolf Rassendyll was
there, in his wet drawers and socks.
"Is it you?" he whispered.
"Yes," answered Rudolf; "I swam round from the other side and got
here. Then I threw in a bit of mortar, but I wasn't sure I'd
roused you, and I didn't dare shout, so I followed it myself. Lay
hold of me a minute while I get on my breeches: I didn't want to
get wet, so I carried my clothes in a bundle. Hold me tight, it's
"In God's name what brings you here?" whispered Sapt, catching
Rudolf by the arm as he was directed.
"The queen's service. When does Rischenheim come?"
"To-morrow at eight."
"The deuce! That's earlier than I thought. And the king?"
"Is here and determined to see him. It's impossible to move him
There was a moment's silence; Rudolf drew his shirt over his head
and tucked it into his trousers. "Give me the jacket and
waistcoat," he said. "I feel deuced damp underneath, though."
"You'll soon get dry," grinned Sapt. "You'll be kept moving, you
"I've lost my hat."
"Seems to me you've lost your head too."
"You'll find me both, eh, Sapt?"
"As good as your own, anyhow," growled the constable.
"Now the boots, and I'm ready." Then he asked quickly, "Has the
king seen or heard from Rischenheim?"
"Neither, except through me."
"Then why is he so set on seeing him?"
"To find out what gives dogs smooth coats."
"You're serious? Hang you, I can't see your face."
"All's well, then. Has he got a beard now?"
"Confound him! Can't you take me anywhere to talk?"
"What the deuce are you here at all for?"
"To meet Rischenheim."
"Yes. Sapt, he's got a copy of the queen's letter."
Sapt twirled his moustache.
"I've always said as much," he remarked in tones of satisfaction.
He need not have said it; he would have been more than human not
to think it.
"Where can you take me to?" asked Rudolf impatiently.
"Any room with a door and a lock to it," answered old Sapt. "I
command here, and when I say 'Stay out'--well, they don't come
"Not the king?"
"The king is in bed. Come along," and the constable set his toe
on the lowest step.
"Is there nobody about?" asked Rudolf, catching his arm.
"Bernenstein; but he will keep his back toward us."
"Your discipline is still good, then, Colonel?"
"Pretty well for these days, your Majesty," grunted Sapt, as he
reached the level of the bridge.
Having crossed, they entered the chateau. The passage was empty,
save for Bernenstein, whose broad back barred the way from the
"In here," whispered Sapt, laying his hand on the door of the
room whence he had come.
"All right," answered Rudolf. Bernenstein's hand twitched, but he
did not look round. There was discipline in the castle of Zenda.
But as Sapt was half-way through the door and Rudolf about to
follow him, the other door, that which Bernenstein guarded, was
softly yet swiftly opened. Bernenstein's sword was in rest in an
instant. A muttered oath from Sapt and Rudolf's quick snatch at
his breath greeted the interruption. Bernenstein did not look
round, but his sword fell to his side. In the doorway stood Queen
Flavia, all in white; and now her face turned white as her dress.
For her eyes had fallen on Rudolf Rassendyll. For a moment the
four stood thus; then Rudolf passed Sapt, thrust Bernenstein's
brawny shoulders (the young man had not looked round) out of the
way, and, falling on his knee before the queen, seized her hand
and kissed it. Bernenstein could see now without looking round,
and if astonishment could kill, he would have been a dead man
that instant. He fairly reeled and leant against the wall, his
mouth hanging open. For the king was in bed, and had a beard; yet
there was the king, fully dressed and clean shaven, and he was
kissing the queen's hand, while she gazed down on him in a
struggle between amazement, fright, and joy. A soldier should be
prepared for anything, but I cannot be hard on young
Yet there was in truth nothing strange in the queen seeking to
see old Sapt that night, nor in her guessing where he would most
probably be found. For she had asked him three times whether news
had come from Wintenberg and each time he had put her off with
excuses. Quick to forbode evil, and conscious of the pledge to
fortune that she had given in her letter, she had determined to
know from him whether there were really cause for alarm, and had
stolen, undetected, from her apartments to seek him. What filled
her at once with unbearable apprehension and incredulous joy was
to find Rudolf present in actual flesh and blood, no longer in
sad longing dreams or visions, and to feel his live lips on her
Lovers count neither time nor danger; but Sapt counted both, and
no more than a moment had passed before, with eager imperative
gestures, he beckoned them to enter the room. The queen obeyed,
and Rudolf followed her.
"Let nobody in, and don't say a word to anybody," whispered Sapt,
as he entered, leaving Bernenstein outside. The young man was
half-dazed still, but he had sense to read the expression in the
constable's eyes and to learn from it that he must give his life
sooner than let the door be opened. So with drawn sword he stood
It was eleven o'clock when the queen came, and midnight had
struck from the great clock of the castle before the door opened
again and Sapt came out. His sword was not drawn, but he had his
revolver in his hand. He shut the door silently after him and
began at once to talk in low, earnest, quick tones to
Bernenstein. Bernenstein listened intently and without
interrupting. Sapt's story ran on for eight or nine minutes. Then
he paused, before asking:
"You understand now?"
"Yes, it is wonderful," said the young man, drawing in his
"Pooh!" said Sapt. "Nothing is wonderful: some things are
Bernenstein was not convinced, and shrugged his shoulders in
"Well?" said the constable, with a quick glance at him.
"I would die for the queen, sir," he answered, clicking his heels
together as though on parade.
"Good," said Sapt. "Then listen," and he began again to talk.
Bernenstein nodded from time to time. "You'll meet him at the
gate," said the constable, "and bring him straight here. He's not
to go anywhere else, you understand me?"
"Perfectly, Colonel," smiled young Bernenstein.
"The king will be in this room--the king. You know who is the
"And when the interview is ended, and we go to breakfast--"
"I know who will be the king then. Yes, Colonel."
"Good. But we do him no harm unless--"
"It is necessary."
Sapt turned away with a little sigh. Bernenstein was an apt
pupil, but the colonel was exhausted by so much explanation. He
knocked softly at the door of the room. The queen's voice bade
him enter, and he passed in. Bernenstein was left alone again in
the passage, pondering over what he had heard and rehearsing the
part that it now fell to him to play. As he thought he may well
have raised his head proudly. The service seemed so great and the
honor so high, that he almost wished he could die in the
performing of his role. It would be a finer death than his
soldier's dreams had dared to picture.
At one o'clock Colonel Sapt came out. "Go to bed till six," said
he to Bernenstein.
"I'm not sleepy."
"No, but you will be at eight if you don't sleep now."
"Is the queen coming out, Colonel?"
"In a minute, Lieutenant."
"I should like to kiss her hand."
"Well, if you think it worth waiting a quarter of an hour for!"
said Sapt, with a slight smile.
"You said a minute, sir."
"So did she," answered the constable.
Nevertheless it was a quarter of an hour before Rudolf Rassendyll
opened the door and the queen appeared on the threshold. She was
very pale, and she had been crying, but her eyes were happy and
her air firm. The moment he saw her, young Bernenstein fell on
his knee and raised her hand to his lips.
"To the death, madame," said he, in a trembling voice.
"I knew it, sir," she answered graciously. Then she looked round
on the three of them. "Gentlemen," said she, "my servants and
dear friends, with you, and with Fritz who lies wounded in
Wintenberg, rest my honor and my life; for I will not live if the
letter reaches the king."
"The king shall not have it, madame," said Colonel Sapt. He took
her hand in his and patted it with a clumsy gentleness; smiling,
she extended it again to young Bernenstein, in mark of her favor.
They two then stood at the salute, while Rudolf walked with her
to the end of the passage. There for a moment she and he stood
together; the others turned their eyes away and thus did not see
her suddenly stoop and cover his hand with her kisses. He tried
to draw it away, not thinking it fit that she should kiss his
hand, but she seemed as though she could not let it go. Yet at
last, still with her eyes on his, she passed backwards through
the door, and he shut it after her.
"Now to business," said Colonel Sapt dryly; and Rudolf laughed a
Rudolf passed into the room. Sapt went to the king's apartments,
and asked the physician whether his Majesty were sleeping well.
Receiving reassuring news of the royal slumbers, he proceeded to
the quarters of the king's body-servant, knocked up the sleepy
wretch, and ordered breakfast for the king and the Count of
Luzau-Rischenheim at nine o'clock precisely, in the morning-room
that looked out over the avenue leading to the entrance to the
new chateau. This done, he returned to the room where Rudolf was,
carried a chair into the passage, bade Rudolf lock the door, sat
down, revolver in hand, and himself went to sleep. Young
Bernenstein was in bed just now, taken faint, and the constable
himself was acting as his substitute; that was to be the story,
if a story were needed. 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.
Sapt, with a pitying shrug, looked round. The curtains of the
window were half-drawn. The table was moved near to the wall,
and the arm-chair by it was well in shadow, being quite close to
"There's plenty of room for you behind," said Rudolf; "And when
Rischenheim is seated in his chair opposite to mine, you can put
your barrel against his head by just stretching out your hand.
And of course I can do the same."
"Yes, it looks well enough," said Sapt, with an approving nod.
"What about the beard?"
"Bernenstein is to tell him you've shaved this morning."
"Will he believe that?"
"Why not? For his own sake he'd better believe everything."
"And if we have to kill him?"
"We must run for it. The king would be furious."
"He's fond of him?"
"You forget. He wants to know about the dogs."
"True. You'll be in your place in time?"
Rudolf Rassendyll took a turn up and down the room. It was easy
to see that the events of the night had disturbed him. Sapt's
thoughts were running in a different channel.
"When we've done with this fellow, we must find Rupert," said he.
"Rupert? Rupert? True; I forgot. Of course we must," said he
Sapt looked scornful; he knew that his companion's mind had been
occupied with the queen. But his remarks--if he had meditated
any--were interrupted by the clock striking seven.
"He'll be here in an hour," said he.
"We're ready for him," answered Rudolf Rassendyll. With the
thought of action his eyes grew bright and his brow smooth again.
He and old Sapt looked at one another, and they both smiled.
"Like old times, isn't it, Sapt?"
"Aye, sire, like the reign of good King Rudolf."
Thus they made ready for the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim, while my
cursed wound held me a prisoner at Wintenberg. It is still a
sorrow to me that I know what passed that morning only by report,
and had not the honor of bearing a part in it. Still, her Majesty
did not forget me, but remembered that I would have taken my
share, had fortune allowed. Indeed I would most eagerly.
CHAPTER V. AN AUDIENCE OF THE KING
Having come thus far in the story that I set out to tell, I have
half a mind to lay down my pen, and leave untold how from the
moment that Mr. Rassendyll came again to Zenda a fury of chance
seemed to catch us all in a whirlwind, carrying us whither we
would not, and ever driving us onwards to fresh enterprises,
breathing into us a recklessness that stood at no obstacle, and a
devotion to the queen and to the man she loved that swept away
all other feeling. The ancients held there to be a fate which
would have its fill, though women wept and men died, and none
could tell whose was the guilt nor who fell innocent. Thus did
they blindly wrong God's providence. Yet, save that we are taught
to believe that all is ruled, we are as blind as they, and are
still left wondering why all that is true and generous and love's
own fruit must turn so often to woe and shame, exacting tears and
blood. For myself I would leave the thing untold, lest a word of
it should seem to stain her whom I serve; it is by her own
command I write, that all may one day, in time's fullness, be
truly known, and those condemn who are without sin, while they
pity whose own hearts have fought the equal fight. So much for
her and him; for us less needs be said. It was not ours to weigh
her actions; we served her; him we had served. She was our queen;
we bore Heaven a grudge that he was not our king. The worst of
what befell was not of our own planning, no, nor of our hoping.
It came a thunderbolt from the hand of Rupert, flung carelessly
between a curse and a laugh;its coming entangled us more tightly
in the net of circumstances. Then there arose in us that strange
and overpowering desire of which I must tell later, filling us
with a zeal to accomplish our purpose, and to force Mr.
Rassendyll himself into the way we chose. Led by this star, we
pressed on through the darkness, until at length the deeper
darkness fell that stayed our steps. We also stand for judgment,
even as she and he. So I will write; but I will write plainly and
briefly, setting down what I must, and no more, yet seeking to
give truly the picture of that time, and to preserve as long as
may be the portrait of the man whose like I have not known. Yet
the fear is always upon me that, failing to show him as he was, I
may fail also in gaining an understanding of how he wrought on
us, one and all, till his cause became in all things the right,
and to seat him where he should be our highest duty and our
nearest wish. For he said little, and that straight to the
purpose; no high-flown words of his live in my memory. And he
asked nothing for himself. Yet his speech and his eyes went
straight to men's hearts and women's, so that they held their
lives in an eager attendance on his bidding. Do I rave? Then Sapt
was a raver too, for Sapt was foremost in the business.
At ten minutes to eight o'clock, young Bernenstein, very
admirably and smartly accoutred, took his stand outside the main
entrance of the castle. He wore a confident air that became
almost a swagger as he strolled to and fro past the motionless
sentries. He had not long to wait. On the stroke of eight a
gentleman, well-horsed but entirely unattended, rode up the
carriage drive. Bernenstein, crying "Ah, it is the count!" ran to
meet him. Rischenheim dismounted, holding out his hand to the
"My dear Bernenstein!" said he, for they were acquainted with one
"You're punctual, my dear Rischenheim, and it's lucky, for the
king awaits you most impatiently."
"I didn't expect to find him up so soon," remarked Rischenheim.
"Up! He's been up these two hours. Indeed we've had the devil of
a time of it. Treat him carefully, my dear Count; he's in one of
his troublesome humors. For example--but I mustn't keep you
waiting. Pray follow me."
"No, but pray tell me. Otherwise I might say something
"Well, he woke at six; and when the barber came to trim his beard
there were--imagine it, Count!--no less than seven gray hairs."
The king fell into a passion. "Take it off!" he said. "Take it
off. I won't have a gray beard! Take it off!' Well what would
you? A man is free to be shaved if he chooses, so much more a
king. So it's taken off."
"His beard, my dear Count. Then, after thanking Heaven it was
gone, and declaring he looked ten years younger, he cried, "The
Count of Luzau-Rischenheim breakfasts with me to-day: what is
there for breakfast?" And he had the chef out his of bed
and--But, by heavens, I shall get into trouble if I stop here
chattering. He's waiting most eagerly for you. Come along." And
Bernenstein, passing his arm through the count's, walked him
rapidly into the castle.
The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim was a young man; he was no more
versed in affairs of this kind than Bernenstein, and it cannot be
said that he showed so much aptitude for them. He was decidedly
pale this morning; his manner was uneasy, and his hands trembled.
He did not lack courage, but that rarer virtue, coolness; and the
importance--or perhaps the shame--of his mission upset the
balance of his nerves. Hardly noting where he went, he allowed
Bernenstein to lead him quickly and directly towards the room
where Rudolf Rassendyll was, not doubting that he was being
conducted to the king's presence.
"Breakfast is ordered for nine," said Bernenstein, "but he wants
to see you before. He has something important to say; and you
perhaps have the same?"
"I? Oh, no. A small matter; but--er--of a private nature."
"Quite so, quite so. Oh, I don't ask any questions, my dear
"Shall I find the king alone?" asked Rischenheim nervously.
"I don't think you'll find anybody with him; no, nobody, I
think," answered Bernenstein, with a grave and reassuring air.
They arrived now at the door. Here Bernenstein paused.
"I am ordered to wait outside till his Majesty summons me," he
said in a low voice, as though he feared that the irritable king
would hear him. "I'll open the door and announce you. Pray keep
him in a good temper, for all our sakes." And he flung the door
open, saying, "Sire, the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim has the honor
to wait on your Majesty." With this he shut the door promptly,
and stood against it. Nor did he move, save once, and then only
to take out his revolver and carefully inspect it.
The count advanced, bowing low, and striving to conceal a visible
agitation. He saw the king in his arm-chair; the king wore a suit
of brown tweeds (none the better for being crushed into a bundle
the night before); his face was in deep shadow, but Rischenheim
perceived that the beard was indeed gone. The king held out his
hand to Rischenheim, and motioned him to sit in a chair just
opposite to him and within a foot of the window-curtains.
"I'm delighted to see you, my lord," said the king.
Rischenheim looked up. Rudolf's voice had once been so like the
king's that no man could tell the difference, but in the last
year or two the king's had grown weaker, and Rischenheim seemed
to be struck by the vigor of the tones in which he was addressed.
As he looked up, there was a slight movement in the curtains by
him; it died away when the count gave no further signs of
suspicion, but Rudolf had noticed his surprise: the voice, when
it next spoke, was subdued.
"Most delighted," pursued Mr. Rassendyll. "For I am pestered
beyond endurance about those dogs. I can't get the coats right,
I've tried everything, but they won't come as I wish. Now, yours
"You are very good, sire. But I ventured to ask an audience in
"Positively you must tell me about the dogs. And before Sapt
comes, for I want nobody to hear but myself."
"Your Majesty expects Colonel Sapt?"
"In about twenty minutes," said the king, with a glance at the
clock on the mantelpiece.
At this Rischenheim became all on fire to get his errand done
before Sapt appeared.
"The coats of your dogs," pursued the king, "grow so
"A thousand pardons, sire, but--"
"Long and silky, that I despair of--"
"I have a most urgent and important matter," persisted
Rischenheim in agony.
Rudolf threw himself back in his chair with a peevish air. "Well,
if you must, you must. What is this great affair, Count? Let us
have it over, and then you can tell me about the dogs."
Rischenheim looked round the room. There was nobody; the curtains
were still; the king's left hand caressed his beardless chin; the
right was hidden from his visitor by the small table that stood
"Sire, my cousin, the Count of Hentzau, has entrusted me with a
Rudolf suddenly assumed a stern air.
"I can hold no communication, directly or indirectly, with the
Count of Hentzau," said he.
"Pardon me, sire, pardon me. A document has come into the count's
hands which is of vital importance to your Majesty."
"The Count of Hentzau, my lord, has incurred my heaviest
"Sire, it is in the hopes of atoning for his offences that he has
sent me here to-day. There is a conspiracy against your Majesty's
"By whom, my lord?" asked Rudolf, in cold and doubting tones.
"By those who are very near your Majesty's person and very high
in your Majesty's love."
"Sire, I dare not. You would not believe me. But your Majesty
will believe written evidence."
"Show it me, and quickly. We may be interrupted."
"Sire, I have a copy--"
"Oh, a copy, my lord?" sneered Rudolf.
"My cousin has the original, and will forward it at your
Majesty's command. A copy of a letter of her Majesty's--"
"Of the queen's?"
"Yes, sire. It is addressed to--" Rischenheim paused.
"Well, my lord, to whom?"
"To a Mr. Rudolf Rassendyll."
Now Rudolf played his part well. He did not feign indifference,
but allowed his voice to tremble with emotion as he stretched out
his hand and said in a hoarse whisper, "Give it me, give it me."
Rischenheim's eyes sparkled. His shot had told: the king's
attention was his; the coats of the dogs were forgotten. Plainly
he had stirred the suspicions and jealousy of the king.
"My cousin," he continued, "conceives it his duty to lay the
letter before your Majesty. He obtained it--"
"A curse on how he got it! Give it me!"
Rischenheim unbuttoned his coat, then his waistcoat. The head of
a revolver showed in a belt round his waist. He undid the flap of
a pocket in the lining of his waistcoat, and he began to draw out
a sheet of paper.
But Rudolf, great as his powers of self-control were, was but
human. When he saw the paper, he leant forward, half rising from
his chair. As a result, his face came beyond the shadow of the
curtain, and the full morning light beat on it. As Rischenheim
took the paper out, he looked up. He saw the face that glared so
eagerly at him; his eyes met Rassendyll's: a sudden suspicion
seized him, for the face, though the king's face in every
feature, bore a stern resolution and witnessed a vigor that were
not the king's. In that instant the truth, or a hint of it,
flashed across his mind. He gave a half-articulate cry; in one
hand he crumpled up the paper, the other flew to his revolver.
But he was too late. Rudolf's left hand encircled his hand and
the paper in an iron grip; Rudolf's revolver was on his temple;
and an arm was stretched out from behind the curtain, holding
another barrel full before his eyes, while a dry voice said,
"You'd best take it quietly." Then Sapt stepped out.
Rischenheim had no words to meet the sudden transformation of the
interview. He seemed to be able to do nothing but stare at Rudolf
Rassendyll. Sapt wasted no time. He snatched the count's revolver
and stowed it in his own pocket.
"Now take the paper," said he to Rudolf, and his barrel held
Rischenheim motionless while Rudolf wrenched the precious
document from his fingers. "Look if it's the right one. No, don't
read it through; just look. Is it right? That's good. Now put
your revolver to his head again. I'm going to search him. Stand
They compelled the count to stand up, and Sapt subjected him to a
search that made the concealment of another copy, or of any other
document, impossible. Then they let him sit down again. His eyes
seemed fascinated by Rudolf Rassendyll.
"Yet you've seen me before, I think," smiled Rudolf. "I seem to
remember you as a boy in Strelsau when I was there. Now tell us,
sir, where did you leave this cousin of yours?" For the plan was
to find out from Rischenheim where Rupert was, and to set off in
pursuit of Rupert as soon as they had disposed of Rischenheim.
But even as Rudolf spoke there was a violent knock at the door.
Rudolf sprang to open it. Sapt and his revolver kept their
places. Bernenstein was on the threshold, open-mouthed.
"The king's servant has just gone by. He's looking for Colonel
Sapt. The King has been walking in the drive, and learnt from a
sentry of Rischenheim's arrival. I told the man that you had
taken the count for a stroll round the castle, and I did not know
where you were. He says that the king may come himself at any
Sapt considered for one short instant; then he was back by the
"We must talk again later on," he said, in low quick tones. "Now
you're going to breakfast with the king. I shall be there, and
Bernenstein. Remember, not a word of your errand, not a word of
this gentleman! At a word, a sign, a hint, a gesture, a motion,
as God lives, I'll put a bullet through your head, and a thousand
kings sha'n't stop me. Rudolf, get behind the curtain. If there's
an alarm you must jump through the window into the moat and swim
"All right," said Rudolf Rassendyll. "I can read my letter
"Burn it, you fool."
"When I've read it I'll eat it, if you like, but not before."
Bernenstein looked in again. "Quick, quick! The man will be
back," he whispered.
"Bernenstein, did you hear what I said to the count?"
"Yes, I heard."
"Then you know your part. Now, gentlemen, to the king."
"Well," said an angry voice outside, "I wondered how long I was
to be kept waiting."
Rudolf Rassendyll skipped behind the curtain. Sapt's revolver
slipped into a handy pocket. Rischenheim stood with arms dangling
by his side and his waistcoat half unbuttoned. Young Bernenstein
was bowing low on the threshold, and protesting that the king's
servant had but just gone, and that they were on the point of
waiting on his Majesty. Then the king walked in, pale and
"Ah, Count," said he, "I'm glad to see you. If they had told me
you were here, you shouldn't have waited a minute. You're very
dark in here, Sapt. Why don't you draw back the curtains?" and
the king moved towards the curtain behind which Rudolf was.
"Allow me, sire," cried Sapt, darting past him and laying a hand
on the curtain.
A malicious gleam of pleasure shot into Rischenheim's eyes. "In
truth, sire," continued the constable, his hand on the curtain,
"we were so interested in what the count was saying about his
"By heaven, I forgot!" cried the king. "Yes, yes, the dogs. Now
tell me, Count--"
"Your pardon, sire," put in young Bernenstein, "but breakfast
"Yes, yes. Well, then, we'll have them together--breakfast and
the dogs. Come along, Count." The king passed his arm through
Rischenheim's, adding to Bernenstein, "Lead the way, Lieutenant;
and you, Colonel, come with us."
They went out. Sapt stopped and locked the door behind him. "Why
do you lock the door, Colonel?" asked the king.
"There are some papers in my drawer there, sire."
"But why not lock the drawer?,
"I have lost the key, sire, like the fool I am," said the
The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim did not make a very good
breakfast. He sat opposite to the king. Colonel Sapt placed
himself at the back of the king's chair, and Rischenheim saw the
muzzle of a revolver resting on the top of the chair just behind
his Majesty's right ear. Bernenstein stood in soldierly rigidity
by the door; Rischenheim looked round at him once and met a most
"You're eating nothing," said the king. "I hope you're not
"I am a little upset, sire," stammered Rischenheim, and truly
"Well, tell me about the dogs--while I eat, for I'm hungry."
Rischenheim began to disclose his secret. His statement was
decidedly wanting in clearness. The king grew impatient.
"I don't understand," said he testily, and he pushed his chair
back so quickly that Sapt skipped away, and hid the revolver
behind his back.
"Sire--" cried Rischenheim, half rising. A cough from Lieutenant
von Bernenstein interrupted him.
"Tell it me all over again," said the king. Rischenheim did as he
"Ah, I understand a little better now. Do you see, Sapt?" and he
turned his head round towards the constable. Sapt had just time
to whisk the revolver away. The count lent forward towards the
king. Lieutenant von Bernenstein coughed. The count sank back
"Perfectly, sire," said Colonel Sapt. "I understand all the count
wishes to convey to your Majesty."
"Well, I understand about half," said the king with a laugh. "But
perhaps that'll be enough."
"I think quite enough, sire," answered Sapt with a smile. The
important matter of the dogs being thus disposed of, the king
recollected that the count had asked for an audience on a matter
"Now, what did you wish to say to me?" he asked, with a weary
air. The dogs had been more interesting.
Rischenheim looked at Sapt. The revolver was in its place;
Bernenstein coughed again. Yet he saw a chance.
"Your pardon, sire," said he, "but we are not alone."
The king lifted his eyebrows.
"Is the business so private?" he asked.
"I should prefer to tell it to your Majesty alone," pleaded the
Now Sapt was resolved not to leave Rischenheim alone with the
king, for, although the count, being robbed of his evidence could
do little harm concerning the letter, he would doubtless tell the
king that Rudolf Rassendyll was in the castle. He leant now over
the king's shoulder, and said with a sneer:
"Messages from Rupert of Hentzau are too exalted matters for my
poor ears, it seems."
The king flushed red.
"Is that your business, my lord?" he asked Rischenheim sternly.
"Your Majesty does not know what my cousin--"
"It is the old plea?" interrupted the king. "He wants to come
back? Is that all, or is there anything else?"
A moment's silence followed the king's words. Sapt looked full at
Rischenheim, and smiled as he slightly raised his right hand and
showed the revolver. Bernenstein coughed twice. Rischenheim sat
twisting his fingers. He understood that, cost what it might,
they would not let him declare his errand to the king or betray
Mr. Rassendyll's presence. He cleared his throat and opened his
mouth as if to speak, but still he remained silent.
"Well, my lord, is it the old story or something new" asked the
Again Rischenheim sat silent.
"Are you dumb, my lord?" cried the king most impatiently.
"It--it is only what you call the old story, sire."
"Then let me say that you have treated me very badly in obtaining
an audience of me for any such purpose," said the king. "You knew
my decision, and your cousin knows it." Thus speaking, the king
rose; Sapt's revolver slid into his pocket; but Lieutenant von
Bernenstein drew his sword and stood at the salute; he also
"My dear Rischenheim," pursued the king more kindly, "I can allow
for your natural affection. But, believe me, in this case it
misleads you. Do me the favor not to open this subject again to
Rischenheim, humiliated and angry, could do nothing but bow in
acknowledgment of the king's rebuke.
"Colonel Sapt, see that the count is well entertained. My horse
should be at the door by now. Farewell, Count. Bernenstein, give
me your arm."
Bernenstein shot a rapid glance at the constable. Sapt nodded
reassuringly. Bernenstein sheathed his sword and gave his arm to
the king. They passed through the door, and Bernenstein closed it
with a backward push of his hand. But at this moment Rischenheim,
goaded to fury and desperate at the trick played on him--seeing,
moreover, that he had now only one man to deal with--made a
sudden rush at the door. He reached it, and his hand was on the
door-knob. But Sapt was upon him, and Sapt's revolver was at his
In the passage the king stopped.
"What are they doing in there?" he asked, hearing the noise of
the quick movements.
"I don't know, sire," said Bernenstein, and he took a step
"No, stop a minute, Lieutenant; you're pulling me along!"
"A thousand pardons, sire."
"I hear nothing more now." And there was nothing to hear, for the
two now stood dead silent inside the door.
"Nor I, sire. Will your Majesty go on?" And Bernenstein took
"You're determined I shall," said the king with a laugh, and he
let the young officer lead him away.
Inside the room, Rischenheim stood with his back against the
door. He was panting for breath, and his face was flushed and
working with excitement. Opposite to him stood Sapt, revolver in
"Till you get to heaven, my lord," said the constable, "you'll
never be nearer to it than you were in that moment. If you had
opened the door, I'd have shot you through the head."
As he spoke there came a knock at the door.
"Open it," he said brusquely to Rischenheim. With a muttered
curse the count obeyed him. A servant stood outside with a
telegram on a salver.
"Take it," whispered Sapt, and Rischenheim put out his hand.
"Your pardon, my lord, but this has arrived for you," said the
"Take it," whispered Sapt again.
"Give it me," muttered Rischenheim confusedly; and he took the
The servant bowed and shut the door.
"Open it," commanded Sapt.
"God's curse on you!" cried Rischenheim in a voice that choked
"Eh? Oh, you can have no secrets from so good a friend as I am,
my lord. Be quick and open it."
The count began to open it.
"If you tear it up, or crumple it, I'll shoot you," said Sapt
quietly. "You know you can trust my word. Now read it."
"By God, I won't read it."
"Read it, I tell you, or say your prayers."
The muzzle was within a foot of his head. He unfolded the
telegram. Then he looked at Sapt. "Read," said the constable.
"I don't understand what it means," grumbled Rischenheim.
"Possibly I may be able to help you."
"It's nothing but--"
"Read, my lord, read!"
Then he read, and this was the telegram: "Holf, 19
"A thousand thanks, my lord. And--the place it's despatched
"Just turn it so that I can see. Oh, I don't doubt you, but
seeing is believing. Ah, thanks. It's as you say. You're puzzled
what it means, Count?"
"I don't know at all what it means!"
"How strange! Because I can guess so well."
"You are very acute, sir."
"It seems to me a simple thing to guess, my lord."
"And pray," said Rischenheim, endeavoring to assume an easy and
sarcastic air, "what does your wisdom tell you that the message
"I think, my lord, that the message is an address."
"An address! I never thought of that. But I know no Holf."
"I don't think it's Holf's address."
"Whose, then?" asked Rischenheim, biting his nail, and looking
furtively at the constable.
"Why," said Sapt, "the present address of Count Rupert of
As he spoke, he fixed his eyes on the eyes of Rischenheim. He
gave a short, sharp laugh, then put his revolver in his pocket
and bowed to the count.
"In truth, you are very convenient, my dear Count," said he.
* * * * * *
CHAPTER VI. THE TASK OF THE QUEEN'S SERVANTS
THE doctor who attended me at Wintenberg was not only discreet,
but also indulgent; perhaps he had the sense to see that little
benefit would come to a sick man from fretting in helplessness on
his back, when he was on fire to be afoot. I fear he thought the
baker's rolling-pin was in my mind, but at any rate I extorted a
consent from him, and was on my way home from Wintenberg not much
more than twelve hours after Rudolf Rassendyll left me. Thus I
arrived at my own house in Strelsau on the same Friday morning
that witnessed the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim's two-fold
interview with the king at the Castle of Zenda. The moment I had
arrived, I sent James, whose assistance had been, and continued
to be, in all respects most valuable, to despatch a message to
the constable, acquainting him with my whereabouts, and putting
myself entirely at his disposal. Sapt received this message while
a council of war was being held, and the information it gave
aided not a little in the arrangements that the constable and
Rudolf Rassendyll made. What these were I must now relate,
although, I fear, at the risk of some tediousness.
Yet that council of war in Zenda was held under no common
circumstances. Cowed as Rischenheim appeared, they dared not let
him out of their sight. Rudolf could not leave the room into
which Sapt had locked him; the king's absence was to be short,
and before he came again Rudolf must be gone, Rischenheim safely
disposed of, and measures taken against the original letter
reaching the hands for which the intercepted copy had been
destined. The room was a large one. In the corner farthest from
the door sat Rischenheim, disarmed, dispirited, to all seeming
ready to throw up his dangerous game and acquiesce in any terms
presented to him. Just inside the door, guarding it, if need
should be, with their lives, were the other three, Bernenstein
merry and triumphant, Sapt blunt and cool, Rudolf calm and
clear-headed. The queen awaited the result of their deliberations
in her apartments, ready to act as they directed, but determined
to see Rudolf before he left the castle. They conversed together
in low tones. Presently Sapt took paper and wrote. This first
message was to me, and it bade me come to Zenda that afternoon;
another head and another pair of hands were sadly needed. Then
followed more deliberation; Rudolf took up the talking now, for
his was the bold plan on which they consulted. Sapt twirled his
moustache, smiling doubtfully.
"Yes, yes," murmured young Bernenstein, his eyes alight with
"It's dangerous, but the best thing," said Rudolf, carefully
sinking his voice yet lower, lest the prisoner should catch the
lightest word of what he said. "It involves my staying here till
the evening. Is that possible?"
"No; but you can leave here and hide in the forest till I join
you," said Sapt.
"Till we join you," corrected Bernenstein eagerly.
"No," said the constable, "you must look after our friend here.
Come, Lieutenant, it's all in the queen's service."
"Besides," added Rudolf with a smile, "neither the colonel nor I
would let you have a chance at Rupert. He's our game, isn't he,
The colonel nodded. Rudolf in his turn took paper, and here is
the message that he wrote:
"Holf, 19, Konigstrasse, Strelsau.--All well. He has what I had,
but wishes to see what you have. He and I will be at the
hunting-lodge at ten this evening. Bring it and meet us. The
business is unsuspected.--R."
Rudolf threw the paper across to Sapt; Bernenstein leant over the
constable's shoulder and read it eagerly.
"I doubt if it would bring me," grinned old Sapt, throwing the
"It'll bring Rupert to Hentzau. Why not? He'll know that the king
will wish to meet him unknown to the queen, and also unknown to
you, Sapt, since you were my friend: what place more likely for
the king to choose than his hunting-lodge, where he is accustomed
to go when he wishes to be alone? The message will bring him,
depend on it. Why, man, Rupert would come even if he suspected;
and why should he suspect?"
"They may have a cipher, he and Rischenheim," objected Sapt.
"No, or Rupert would have sent the address in it," retorted
"Then--when he comes?" asked Bernenstein.
"He finds such a king as Rischenheim found, and Sapt, here, at
"But he'll know you," objected Bernenstein.
"Ay, I think he'll know me," said Rudolf with a smile. "Meanwhile
we send for Fritz to come here and look after the king."
"That's your share, Lieutenant. Sapt, is any one at Tarlenheim?"
"No. Count Stanislas has put it at Fritz's disposal."
"Good; then Fritz's two friends, the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim
and Lieutenant von Bernenstein, will ride over there to-day. 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
"Very good, sir," said young Bernenstein.
"If he tries to escape or give any alarm, shoot him through the
head, ride to the frontier, get to safe hiding, and, if you can,
let us know."
"Yes," said Bernenstein simply. Sapt had chosen well, and the
young officer made nothing of the peril and ruin that her
Majesty's service might ask of him.
A restless movement and a weary sigh from Rischenheim attracted
their attention. He had strained his ears to listen till his head
ached, but the talkers had been careful, and he had heard nothing
that threw light on their deliberations. He had now given up his
vain attempt, and sat in listless inattention, sunk in an apathy.
"I don't think he'll give you much trouble," whispered Sapt to
Bernenstein, with a jerk of his thumb towards the captive.
"Act as if he were likely to give you much," urged Rudolf, laying
his hand on the lieutenant's arm.
"Yes, that's a wise man's advice," nodded the constable
approvingly. "We were well governed, Lieutenant, when this Rudolf
"Wasn't I also his loyal subject?" asked young Bernenstein.
"Yes, wounded in my service," added Rudolf; for he remembered how
the boy--he was little more then--had been fired upon in the
park of Tarlenheim, being taken for Mr. Rassendyll himself.
Thus their plans were laid. If they could defeat Rupert, they
would have Rischenheim at their mercy. If they could keep
Rischenheim out of the way while they used his name in their
trick, they had a strong chance of deluding and killing Rupert.
Yes, of killing him; for that and nothing less was their purpose,
as the constable of Zenda himself has told me.
"We would have stood on no ceremony," he said. "The queen's honor
was at stake, and the fellow himself an assassin."
Bernenstein rose and went out. He was gone about half an hour,
being employed in despatching the telegrams to Strelsau. Rudolf
and Sapt used the interval to explain to Rischenheim what they
proposed to do with him. They asked no pledge, and he offered
none. He heard what they said with a dulled uninterested air.
When asked if he would go without resistance, he laughed a bitter
laugh. "How can I resist?" he asked. "I should have a bullet
through my head."
"Why, without doubt," said Colonel Sapt. "My lord, you are very
"Let me advise you, my lord," said Rudolf, looking down on him
kindly enough, "if you come safe through this affair, to add
honor to your prudence, and chivalry to your honor. There is
still time for you to become a gentleman."
He turned away, followed by a glance of anger from the count and
a grating chuckle from old Sapt.
A few moments later Bernenstein returned. His errand was done,
and horses for himself and Rischenheim were at the gate of the
castle. After a few final words and clasp of the hand from
Rudolf, the lieutenant motioned to his prisoner to accompany him,
and they two walked out together, being to all appearance willing
companions and in perfect friendliness with one another. The
queen herself watched them go from the windows of her apartment,
and noticed that Bernenstein rode half a pace behind, and that
his free hand rested on the revolver by his side.
It was now well on in the morning, and the risk of Rudolf's
sojourn in the castle grew greater with every moment. Yet he was
resolved to see the queen before he went. This interview
presented no great difficulties, since her Majesty was in the
habit of coming to the constable's room to take his advice or to
consult with him. The hardest task was to contrive afterwards a
free and unnoticed escape for Mr. Rassendyll. To meet this
necessity, the constable issued orders that the company of guards
which garrisoned the castle should parade at one o'clock in the
park, and that the servants should all, after their dinner, be
granted permission to watch the manoeuvres. By this means he
counted on drawing off any curious eyes and allowing Rudolf to
reach the forest unobserved. They appointed a rendezvous in a
handy and sheltered spot; the one thing which they were compelled
to trust to fortune was Rudolf's success in evading chance
encounters while he waited. Mr. Rassendyll himself was confident
of his ability to conceal his presence, or, if need were, so to
hide his face that no strange tale of the king being seen
wandering, alone and beardless, should reach the ears of the
castle or the town.
While Sapt was making his arrangements, Queen Flavia came to the
room where Rudolf Rassendyll was. It was then nearing twelve, and
young Bernenstein had been gone half an hour. Sapt attended her
to the door, set a sentry at the end of the passage with orders
that her Majesty should on no pretence be disturbed, promised her
very audibly to return as soon as he possibly could, and
respectfully closed the door after she had entered. The constable
was well aware of the value in a secret business of doing openly
all that can safely be done with openness.
All of what passed at that interview I do not know, but a part
Queen Flavia herself told to me, or rather to Helga, my wife; for
although it was meant to reach my ear, yet to me, a man, she
would not disclose it directly. First she learnt from Mr.
Rassendyll the plans that had been made, and, although she
trembled at the danger that he must run in meeting Rupert of
Hentzau, she had such love of him and such a trust in his powers
that she seemed to doubt little of his success. But she began to
reproach herself for having brought him into this peril by
writing her letter. At this he took from his pocket the copy that
Rischenheim had carried. He had found time to read it, and now
before her eyes he kissed it.
"Had I as many lives as there are words, my queen," he said
softly, "for each word I would gladly give a life."
"Ah, Rudolf, but you've only one life, and that more mine than
yours. Did you think we should ever meet again?"
"I didn't know," said he; and now they were standing opposite one
"But I knew," she said, her eyes shining brightly; "I knew always
that we should meet once more. Not how, nor where, but just that
we should. So I lived, Rudolf."
"God bless you!" he said.
"Yes, I lived through it all."
He pressed her hand, knowing what that phrase meant and must mean
"Will it last forever?" she asked, suddenly gripping his hand
tightly. But a moment later she went on: "No, no, I mustn't make
you unhappy, Rudolf. I'm half glad I wrote the letter, and half
glad they stole it. It's so sweet to have you fighting for me,
for me only this time, Rudolf--not for the king, for me!"
"Sweet indeed, my dearest lady. Don't be afraid: we shall win."
"You will win, yes. And then you'll go?" And, dropping his hand,
she covered her face with hers.
"I mustn't kiss your face," said he, "but your hands I may kiss,"
and he kissed her hands as they were pressed against her face.
"You wear my ring," she murmured through her fingers, "always?"
"Why, yes," he said, with a little laugh of wonder at her
"And there is--no one else?"
"My queen!" said he, laughing again.
"No, I knew really, Rudolf, I knew really," and now her hands
flew out towards him, imploring his pardon. Then she began to
speak quickly: "Rudolf, last night I had a dream about you, a
strange dream. I seemed to be in Strelsau, and all the people
were talking about the king. It was you they meant; you were the
king. At last you were the king, and I was your queen. But I
could see you only very dimly; you were somewhere, but I could
not make out where; just sometimes your face came. Then I tried
to tell you that you were king--yes, and Colonel Sapt and Fritz
tried to tell you; the people, too, called out that you were
king. What did it mean? But your face, when I saw it, was
unmoved, and very pale, and you seemed not to hear what we said,
not even what I said. It almost seemed as if you were dead, and
yet king. Ah, you mustn't die, even to be king," and she laid a
hand on his shoulder.
"Sweetheart," said he gently, "in dreams desires and fears blend
in strange visions, so I seemed to you to be both a king and a
dead man; but I'm not a king, and I am a very healthy fellow. Yet
a thousand thanks to my dearest queen for dreaming of me."
"No, but what could it mean?" she asked again.
"What does it mean when I dream always of you, except that I
always love you?"
"Was it only that?" she said, still unconvinced.
What more passed between them I do not know. I think that the
queen told my wife more, but women will sometimes keep women's
secrets even from their husbands; though they love us, yet we are
always in some sort the common enemy, against whom they join
hands. Well, I would not look too far into such secrets, for to
know must be, I suppose, to blame, and who is himself so
blameless that in such a case he would be free with his censures?
Yet much cannot have passed, for almost close on their talk about
the dream came Colonel Sapt, saying that the guards were in line,
and all the women streamed out to watch them, while the men
followed, lest the gay uniforms should make them forgotten.
Certainly a quiet fell over the old castle, that only the
constable's curt tones broke, as he bade Rudolf come by the back
way to the stables and mount his horse.
"There's no time to lose," said Sapt, and his eye seemed to
grudge the queen even one more word with the man she loved.
But Rudolf was not to be hurried into leaving her in such a
fashion. He clapped the constable on the shoulder, laughing, and
bidding him think of what he would for a moment; then he went
again to the queen and would have knelt before her, but that she
would not suffer, and they stood with hands locked. Then suddenly
she drew him to her and kissed his forehead, saying: "God go with
you, Rudolf my knight."
Thus she turned away, letting him go. He walked towards the door;
but a sound arrested his steps, and he waited in the middle of
the room, his eyes on the door. Old Sapt flew to the threshold,
his sword half-way out of its sheath. There was a step coming
down the passage, and the feet stopped outside the door.
"Is it the king?" whispered Rudolf.
"I don't know," said Sapt.
"No, it's not the king," came in unhesitating certainty from
They waited: a low knock sounded on the door. Still for a moment
they waited. The knock was repeated urgently.
"We must open," said Sapt. "Behind the curtain with you, Rudolf."
The queen sat down, and Sapt piled a heap of papers before her,
that it might seem as though he and she transacted business. But
his precautions were interrupted by a hoarse, eager, low cry from
outside, "Quick! in God's name, quick!"
They knew the voice for Bernenstein's. The queen sprang up,
Rudolf came out, Sapt turned the key. The lieutenant entered,
hurried, breathless, pale.
"Well?" asked Sapt.
"He has got away?" cried Rudolf, guessing in a moment the
misfortune that had brought Bernenstein back.
"Yes, he's got away. Just as we left the town and reached the
open road towards Tarlenheim, he said, 'Are we going to walk all
the way? I was not loath to go quicker, and we broke into a trot.
But I--ah, what a pestilent fool I am!"
"Never mind that--go on."
"Why, I was thinking of him and my task, and having a bullet
ready for him, and--"
"Of everything except your horse?" guessed Sapt, with a grim
"Yes; and the horse pecked and stumbled, and I fell forward on
his neck. I put out my arm to recover myself, and--I jerked my
revolver on to the ground."
"And he saw?"
"He saw, curse him. For a second he waited; then he smiled, and
turned, and dug his spurs in and was off, straight across country
towards Strelsau. Well, I was off my horse in a moment, and I
fired three times after him."
"You hit?" asked Rudolf.
"I think so. He shifted the reins from one hand to the other and
wrung his arm. I mounted and made after him, but his horse was
better than mine and he gained ground. We began to meet people,
too, and I didn't dare to fire again. So I left him and rode here
to tell you. Never employ me again, Constable, so long as you
live," and the young man's face was twisted with misery and
shame, as, forgetting the queen's presence, he sank despondently
into a chair.
Sapt took no notice of his self-reproaches. But Rudolf went and
laid a hand on his shoulder.
"It was an accident," he said. "No blame to you."
The queen rose and walked towards him; Bernenstein sprang to his
"Sir," said she, "it is not success but effort that should gain
thanks," and she held out her hand.
Well, he was young; I do not laugh at the sob that escaped his
lips as he turned his head.
"Let me try something else!" he implored.
"Mr. Rassendyll," said the queen, "you'll do my pleasure by
employing this gentleman in my further service. I am already deep
in his debt, and would be deeper." There was a moment's silence.
"Well, but what's to be done?" asked Colonel Sapt. "He's gone to
"He'll stop Rupert" mused Mr. Rassendyll. "He may or he mayn't."
"It's odds that he will."
"We must provide for both."
Sapt and Rudolf looked at one another.
"You must be here!" asked Rudolf of the constable. "Well, I'll go
to Strelsau." His smile broke out. "That is, if Bernenstein'll
lend me a hat."
The queen made no sound; but she came and laid her hand on his
arm. He looked at her, smiling still.
"Yes, I'll go to Strelsau," said he, "and I'll find Rupert, ay,
and Rischenheim too, if they're in the city."
"Take me with you," cried Bernenstein eagerly.
Rudolf glanced at Sapt. The constable shook his head.
Bernenstein's face fell.
"It's not that, boy," said old Sapt, half in kindness, half in
impatience. "We want you here. Suppose Rupert comes here with
The idea was new, but the event was by no means unlikely.
"But you'll be here, Constable," urged Bernenstein, "and Fritz
von Tarlenheim will arrive in an hour."
"Ay, young man," said Sapt, nodding his head; "but when I fight
Rupert of Hentzau, I like to have a man to spare, and he grinned
broadly, being no whit afraid of what Bernenstein might think of
his courage. "Now go and get him a hat," he added, and the
lieutenant ran off on the errand.
But the queen cried:
"Are you sending Rudolf alone, then--alone against two?"
"Yes, madam, if I may command the campaign," said Sapt. "I take
it he should be equal to the task."
He could not know the feelings of the queen's heart. She dashed
her hand across her eyes, and turned in mute entreaty to Rudolf
"I must go," he said softly. "We can't spare Bernenstein, and I
mustn't stay here."
She said no more. Rudolf walked across to Sapt.
"Take me to the stables. Is the horse good? I daren't take the
train. Ah, here's the lieutenant and the hat."
"The horse'll get you there to-night," said Sapt. "Come along.
Bernenstein, stay with the queen."
At the threshold Rudolf paused, and, turning his head, glanced
once at Queen Flavia, who stood still as a statue, watching him
go. Then he followed the constable, who brought him where the
horse was. Sapt's devices for securing freedom from observation
had served well, and Rudolf mounted unmolested.
"The hat doesn't fit very well," said Rudolf.
"Like a crown better, eh?" suggested the colonel.
Rudolf laughed as he asked, "Well, what are my orders?"
"Ride round by the moat to the road at the back; then through the
forest to Hofbau; you know your way after that. You mustn't reach
Strelsau till it's dark. Then, if you want a shelter--"
"To Fritz von Tarlenheim's, yes! From there I shall go straight
to the address."
"Make an end of him this time."
"Please God. But if he goes to the lodge? He will, unless
Rischenheim stops him."
"I'll be there in case--but I think Rischenheim will stop him."
"If he comes here?"
"Young Bernenstein will die before he suffers him to reach the
"Be kind to her."
"Bless the man, yes!"
"And good luck."
At a swift canter Rudolf darted round the drive that led from the
stables, by the moat, to the old forest road behind; five minutes
brought him within the shelter of the trees, and he rode on
confidently, meeting nobody, save here and there a yokel, who,
seeing a man ride hard with his head averted, took no more notice
of him than to wish that he himself could ride abroad instead of
being bound to work. 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?
CHAPTER VII. THE MESSAGE OF SIMON THE HUNTSMAN
I RECEIVED the telegram sent to me by the Constable of Zenda at
my own house in Strelsau about one o'clock. It is needless to say
that I made immediate preparations to obey his summons. My wife
indeed protested--and I must admit with some show of reason--that
I was unfit to endure further fatigues, and that my bed was the
only proper place for me. I could not listen; and James, Mr.
Rassendyll's servant, being informed of the summons, was at my
elbow with a card of the trains from Strelsau to Zenda, without
waiting for any order from me. I had talked to this man in the
course of our journey, and discovered that he had been in the
service of Lord Topham, formerly British Ambassador to the Court
of Ruritania. How far he was acquainted with the secrets of his
present master, I did not know, but his familiarity with the city
and the country made him of great use to me. We discovered, to
our annoyance, that no train left till four o'clock, and then
only a slow one; the result was that we could not arrive at the
castle till past six o'clock. This hour was not absolutely too
late, but I was of course eager to be on the scene of action as
early as possible.
"You'd better see if you can get a special, my lord," James
suggested; "I'll run on to the station and arrange about it."
I agreed. Since I was known to be often employed in the king's
service, I could take a special train without exciting remark.
James set out, and about a quarter of an hour later I got into my
carriage to drive to the station. Just as the horses were about
to start, however, the butler approached me.
"I beg your pardon, my lord," said he, "but Bauer didn't return
with your lordship. Is he coming back?"
"No," said I. "Bauer was grossly impertinent on the journey, and
I dismissed him."
"Those foreign men are never to be trusted, my lord. And your
"What, hasn't it come?" I cried. "I told him to send it."
"It's not arrived, my lord."
"Can the rogue have stolen it?" I exclaimed indignantly.
"If your lordship wishes it, I will mention the matter to the
I appeared to consider this proposal.
"Wait till I come back," I ended by saying. "The bag may come,
and I have no reason to doubt the fellow's honesty."
This, I thought, would be the end of my connection with Master
Bauer. He had served Rupert's turn, and would now disappear from
the scene. Indeed it may be that Rupert would have liked to
dispense with further aid from him; but he had few whom he could
trust, and was compelled to employ those few more than once. At
any rate he had not done with Bauer, and I very soon received
proof of the fact. My house is a couple of miles from the
station, and we have to pass through a considerable part of the
old town, where the streets are narrow and tortuous and progress
necessarily slow. We had just entered the Konigstrasse (and it
must be remembered that I had at that time no reason for
attaching any special significance to this locality), and were
waiting impatiently for a heavy dray to move out of our path,
when my coachman, who had overheard the butler's conversation
with me, leant down from his box with an air of lively
"My lord," he cried, "there's Bauer--there, passing the butcher's
I sprang up in the carriage; the man's back was towards me, and
he was threading his way through the people with a quick,
stealthy tread. I believe he must have seen me, and was slinking
away as fast as he could. I was not sure of him, but the coachman
banished my doubt by saying, "It's Bauer--it's certainly Bauer,
I hardly stayed to form a resolution. If I could catch this
fellow or even see where he went, a most important clue as to
Rupert's doings and whereabouts might be put into my hand. I
leapt out of the carriage, bidding the man wait, and at once
started in pursuit of my former servant. I heard the coachman
laugh: he thought, no doubt, that anxiety for the missing bag
inspired such eager haste.
The numbers of the houses in the Konigstrasse begin, as anybody
familiar with Strelsau will remember, at the end adjoining the
station. The street being a long one, intersecting almost the
entire length of the old town, I was, when I set out after Bauer,
opposite number 300 or thereabouts, and distant nearly
three-quarters of a mile from that important number nineteen,
towards which Bauer was hurrying like a rabbit to its burrow. I
knew nothing and thought nothing of where he was going; to me
nineteen was no more than eighteen or twenty; my only desire was
to overtake him. I had no clear idea of what I meant to do when I
caught him, but I had some hazy notion of intimidating him into
giving up his secret by the threat of an accusation of theft. In
fact, he had stolen my bag. After him I went; and he knew that I
was after him. I saw him turn his face over his shoulder, and
then bustle on faster. Neither of us, pursued or pursuer, dared
quite to run; as it was, our eager strides and our carelessness
of collisions created more than enough attention. But I had one
advantage. Most folk in Strelsau knew me, and many got out of my
way who were by no means inclined to pay a like civility to
Bauer. Thus I began to gain on him, in spite of his haste; I had
started fifty yards behind, but as we neared the end of the
street and saw the station ahead of us, not more than twenty
separated me from him. Then an annoying thing happened. I ran
full into a stout old gentleman; Bauer had run into him before,
and he was standing, as people will, staring in resentful
astonishment at his first assailant's retreating figure. The
second collision immensely increased his vexation; for me it had
yet worse consequences; for when I disentangled myself, Bauer was
gone! There was not a sign of him; I looked up: the number of the
house above me was twenty-three; but the door was shut. I walked
on a few paces, past twenty-two, past twenty-one--and up to
nineteen. Nineteen was an old house, with a dirty, dilapidated
front and an air almost dissipated. It was a shop where
provisions of the cheaper sort were on view in the window, things
that one has never eaten but has heard of people eating. The
shop-door stood open, but there was nothing to connect Bauer with
the house. Muttering an oath in my exasperation, I was about to
pass on, when an old woman put her head out of the door and
looked round. I was full in front of her. I am sure that the old
woman started slightly, and I think that I did. For I knew her
and she knew me. She was old Mother Holf, one of whose sons,
Johann, had betrayed to us the secret of the dungeon at Zenda,
while the other had died by Mr. Rassendyll's hand by the side of
the great pipe that masked the king's window. Her presence might
mean nothing, yet it seemed at once to connect the house with the
secret of the past and the crisis of the present.
She recovered herself in a moment, and curtseyed to me.
"Ah, Mother Holf," said I, "how long is it since you set up shop
"About six months, my lord," she answered, with a composed air
and arms akimbo.
"I have not come across you before," said I, looking keenly at
"Such a poor little shop as mine would not be likely to secure
your lordship's patronage," she answered, in a humility that
seemed only half genuine.
I looked up at the windows. They were all closed and had their
wooden lattices shut. The house was devoid of any signs of life.
"You've a good house here, mother, though it wants a splash of
paint," said I. "Do you live all alone in it with your daughter?"
For Max was dead and Johann abroad, and the old woman had, as far
as I knew, no other children.
"Sometimes; sometimes not," said she. "I let lodgings to single
men when I can."
"Not a soul, worse luck, my lord." Then I shot an arrow at a
"The man who came in just now, then, was he only a customer?"
"I wish a customer had come in, but there has been nobody," she
replied in surprised tones.
I looked full in her eyes; she met mine with a blinking
imperturbability. There is no face so inscrutable as a clever old
woman's when she is on her guard. And her fat body barred the
entrance; I could not so much as see inside, while the window,
choked full with pigs' trotters and such-like dainties, helped me
very little. If the fox were there, he had got to earth and I
could not dig him out.
At this moment I saw James approaching hurriedly. He was looking
up the street, no doubt seeking my carriage and chafing at its
delay. 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
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.
Besides, I could not force my way in, there in open daylight,
without a scandal that would have set all the long ears in
Strelsau aprick. I turned away reluctantly. I did not even know
for certain that Bauer was within, and thus had no information of
value to carry with me.
"If your lordship would kindly recommend me--" said the old hag.
"Yes, I'll recommend you," said I. "I'll recommend you to be
careful whom you take for lodgers. There are queer fish about,
"I take the money beforehand," she retorted with a grin; and I
was as sure that she was in the plot as of my own existence.
There was nothing to be done; James's face urged me towards the
station. I turned away. But at this instant a loud, merry laugh
sounded from inside the house. I started, and this time
violently. The old woman's brow contracted in a frown, and her
lips twitched for a moment; then her face regained its composure;
but I knew the laugh, and she must have guessed that I knew it.
Instantly I tried to appear as though I had noticed nothing. I
nodded to her carelessly, and bidding James follow me, set out
for the station. But as we reached the platform, I laid my hand
on his shoulder, saying:
"The Count of Hentzau is in that house, James."
He looked at me without surprise; he was as hard to stir to
wonder as old Sapt himself.
"Indeed, sir. Shall I stay and watch?"
"No, come with me," I answered. To tell the truth, I thought that
to leave him alone in Strelsau to watch that house was in all
likelihood to sign his death warrant, and I shrank from imposing
the duty on him. Rudolf might send him if he would; I dared not.
So we got into our train, and I suppose that my coachman, when he
had looked long enough for me, went home. I forgot to ask him
afterwards. Very likely he thought it a fine joke to see his
master hunting a truant servant and a truant bag through the
streets in broad daylight. Had he known the truth, he would have
been as interested, though, maybe, less amused.
I arrived at the town of Zenda at half-past three, and was in the
castle before four. I may pass over the most kind and gracious
words with which the queen received me. Every sight of her face
and every sound of her voice bound a man closer to her service,
and now she made me feel that I was a poor fellow to have lost
her letter and yet to be alive. But she would hear nothing of
such talk, choosing rather to praise the little I had done than
to blame the great thing in which I had failed. Dismissed from
her presence, I flew open-mouthed to Sapt. I found him in his
room with Bernenstein, and had the satisfaction of learning that
my news of Rupert's whereabouts was confirmed by his information.
I was also made acquainted with all that had been done, even as I
have already related it, from the first successful trick played
on Rischenheim to the moment of his unfortunate escape. But my
face grew long and apprehensive when I heard that Rudolf
Rassendyll had gone alone to Strelsau to put his head in that
lion's mouth in the Konigstrasse.
"There will be three of them there--Rupert, Rischenheim, and my
rascal Bauer," said I.
"As to Rupert, we don't know," Sapt reminded me. "He'll be there
if Rischenheim arrives in time to tell him the truth. But we have
also to be ready for him here, and at the hunting lodge. Well,
we're ready for him wherever he is: Rudolf will be in Strelsau,
you and I will ride to the lodge, and Bernenstein will be here
with the queen."
"Only one here?" I asked.
"Ay, but a good one," said the constable, clapping Bernenstein on
the shoulder. "We sha'n't be gone above four hours, and those
while the king is safe in his bed. Bernenstein has only to refuse
access to him, and stand to that with his life till we come back.
You're equal to that, eh, Lieutenant?"
I am, by nature, a cautious man, and prone to look. at the dark
side of every prospect and the risks of every enterprise; but I
could not see what better dispositions were possible against the
attack that threatened us. Yet I was sorely uneasy concerning Mr.
Now, after all our stir and runnings to and fro, came an hour or
two of peace. We employed the time in having a good meal, and it
was past five when, our repast finished, we sat back in our
chairs enjoying cigars. James had waited on us, quietly usurping
the office of the constable's own servant, and thus we had been
able to talk freely. The man's calm confidence in his master and
his master's fortune also went far to comfort me.
"The king should be back soon," said Sapt at last, with a glance
at his big, old-fashioned silver watch. "Thank God, he'll be too
tired to sit up long. We shall be free by nine o'clock, Fritz. I
wish young Rupert would come to the lodge!" And the colonel's
face expressed a lively pleasure at the idea.
Six o'clock struck, and the king did not appear. A few moments
later, a message came from the queen, requesting our presence on
the terrace in front of the chateau. The place commanded a view
of the road by which the king would ride back, and we found the
queen walking restlessly up and down, considerably disquieted by
the lateness of his return. In such a position as ours, every
unusual or unforeseen incident magnifies its possible meaning,
and invests itself with a sinister importance which would at
ordinary times seem absurd. We three shared the queen's feelings,
and forgetting the many chances of the chase, any one of which
would amply account for the king's delay, fell to speculating on
remote possibilities of disaster. He might have met
Rischenheim--though they had ridden in opposite directions;
Rupert might have intercepted him--though no means could have
brought Rupert to the forest so early. Our fears defeated common
sense, and our conjectures outran possibility. Sapt was the first
to recover from this foolish mood, and he rated us soundly, not
sparing even the queen herself. With a laugh we regained some of
our equanimity, and felt rather ashamed of our weakness.
"Still it's strange that he doesn't come," murmured the queen,
shading her eyes with her hand, and looking along the road to
where the dark masses of the forest trees bounded our view. It
was already dusk, but not so dark but that we could have seen the
king's party as soon as it came into the open.
If the king's delay seemed strange at six, it was stranger at
seven, and by eight most strange. We had long since ceased to
talk lightly; by now we had lapsed into silence. Sapt's scoldings
had died away. The queen, wrapped in her furs (for it was very
cold), sat sometimes on a seat, but oftener paced restlessly to
and fro. Evening had fallen. We did not know what to do, nor even
whether we ought to do anything. Sapt would not own to sharing
our worst apprehensions, but his gloomy silence in face of our
surmises witnessed that he was in his heart as disturbed as we
were. For my part I had come to the end of my endurance, and I
cried, "For God's sake, let's act! Shall I go and seek him?"
"A needle in a bundle of hay," said Sapt with a shrug.
But at this instant my ear caught the sound of horses cantering
on the road from the forest; at the same moment Bernenstein
cried, "Here they come!" The queen paused, and we gathered round
her. The horse-hoofs came nearer. Now we made out the figures of
three men: they were the king's huntsmen, and they rode along
merrily, singing a hunting chorus. The sound of it brought relief
to us; so far at least there was no disaster. But why was not the
king with them?
"The king is probably tired, and is following more slowly,
madam," suggested Bernenstein.
This explanation seemed very probable, and the lieutenant and I,
as ready to be hopeful on slight grounds as fearful on small
provocation, joyfully accepted it. Sapt, less easily turned to
either mood, said, "Ay, but let us hear," and raising his voice,
called to the huntsmen, who had now arrived in the avenue. One of
them, the king's chief huntsman Simon, gorgeous in his uniform of
green and gold, came swaggering along, and bowed low to the
"Well, Simon, where is the king?" she asked, trying to smile.
"The king, madam, has sent a message by me to your majesty."
"Pray, deliver it to me, Simon."
"I will, madam. The king has enjoyed fine sport; and, indeed,
madam, if I may say so for myself, a better run.--"
"You may say, friend Simon," interrupted the constable, tapping
him on the shoulder, "anything you like for yourself, but, as a
matter of etiquette, the king's message should come first."
"Oh, ay, Constable," said Simon. "You're always so down on a man,
aren't you? Well, then, madam, the king has enjoyed fine sport.
For we started a boar at eleven, and--"
"Is this the king's message, Simon?" asked the queen, smiling in
genuine amusement, but impatiently.
"Why, no, madam, not precisely his majesty's message."
"Then get to it, man, in Heaven's name," growled Sapt testily.
For here were we four (the queen, too, one of us!) on
tenterhooks, while the fool boasted about the sport that he had
shown the king. For every boar in the forest Simon took as much
credit as though he, and not Almighty God, had made the animal.
It is the way with such fellows.
Simon became a little confused under the combined influence of
his own seductive memories and Sapt's brusque exhortations.
"As I was saying, madam," he resumed, "the boar led us a long
way, but at last the hounds pulled him down, and his majesty
himself gave the coup de grace. Well, then it was very late "
"It's no earlier now," grumbled the constable.
"And the king, although indeed, madam, his majesty was so
gracious as to say that no huntsman whom his majesty had ever
had, had given his majesty--"
"God help us!" groaned the constable.
Simon shot an apprehensive apologetic glance at Colonel Sapt. The
constable was frowning ferociously. In spite of the serious
matters in hand I could not forbear a smile, while young
Bernenstein broke into an audible laugh, which he tried to
smother with his hand.
"Yes, the king was very tired, Simon?" said the queen, at once
encouraging him and bringing him back to the point with a woman's
"Yes, madam, the king was very tired; and as we chanced to kill
near the hunting-lodge--"
I do not know whether Simon noticed any change in the manner of
his audience. But the queen looked up with parted lips, and I
believe that we three all drew a step nearer him. Sapt did not
interrupt this time.
"Yes, madam, the king was very tired, and as we chanced to kill
near the hunting-lodge, the king bade us carry our quarry there,
and come back to dress it to-morrow; so we obeyed, and here we
are--that is, except Herbert, my brother, who stayed with the
king by his majesty's orders. Because, madam, Herbert is a handy
fellow, and my good mother taught him to cook a steak and--"
"Stayed where with the king?" roared Sapt.
"Why, at the hunting-lodge, Constable. The king stays there
to-night, and will ride back tomorrow morning with Herbert. That,
madam, is the king's message."
We had come to it at last, and it was something to come to. Simon
gazed from face to face. I saw him, and I understood at once that
our feelings must be speaking too plainly. So I took on myself to
dismiss him, saying:
"Thanks, Simon, thanks: we understand."
He bowed to the queen; she roused herself, and added her thanks
to mine. Simon withdrew, looking still a little puzzled.
After we were left alone, there was a moment's silence. Then I
The Constable of Zenda broke in with a short laugh.
"On my life," said he, "how things fall out! We say he will go to
the hunting-lodge, and--he goes!"
"If Rupert goes--if Rischenheim doesn't stop him!" I urged again.
The queen rose from her seat and stretched out her hands towards
"Gentlemen, my letter!" said she.
Sapt wasted no time.
"Bernenstein," said he, "you stay here as we arranged. Nothing is
altered. Horses for Fritz and myself in five minutes."
Bernenstein turned and shot like an arrow along the terrace
towards the stables.
"Nothing is altered, madam," said Sapt, "except that we must be
there before Count Rupert."
I looked at my watch. It was twenty minutes past nine. Simon's
cursed chatter had lost a quarter of an hour. I opened my lips to
speak. A glance from Sapt's eyes told me that he discerned what I
was about to say. I was silent.
"You'll be in time?" asked the queen, with clasped hands and
"Assuredly, madam," returned Sapt with a bow.
"You won't let him reach the king?"
"Why, no, madam," said Sapt with a smile.
"From my heart, gentlemen," she said in a trembling voice, "from
"Here are the horses," cried Sapt. He snatched her hand, brushed
it with his grizzly moustache, and--well, I am not sure I heard,
and I can hardly believe what I think I heard. But I will set it
down for what it is worth. I think he said, "Bless your sweet
face, we'll do it." At any rate she drew back with a little cry
of surprise, and I saw the tears standing in her eyes. I kissed
her hand also; then we mounted, and we started, and we rode, as
if the devil were behind us, for the hunting-lodge.
But I turned once to watch her standing on the terrace, with
young Bernenstein's tall figure beside her.
"Can we be in time?" said I. It was what I had meant to say
"I think not, but, by God, we'll try," said Colonel Sapt. And I
knew why he had not let me speak.
Suddenly there was a sound behind us of a horse at the gallop.
Our heads flew round in the ready apprehension of men on a
perilous errand. The hoofs drew near, for the unknown rode with
"We had best see what it is," said the constable, pulling up.
A second more, and the horseman was beside us. Sapt swore an
oath, half in amusement, half in vexation.
"Why, is it you, James?" I cried.
"Yes, sir," answered Rudolf Rassendyll's servant.
"What the devil do you want?" asked Sapt.
"I came to attend on the Count von Tarlenheim, sir."
"I did not give you any orders, James."
"No, sir. But Mr. Rassendyll told me not to leave you, unless you
sent me away. So I made haste to follow you."
Then Sapt cried: "Deuce take it, what horse is that?"
"The best in the stables, so far as I could see, sir. I was
afraid of not overtaking you."
Sapt tugged his moustaches, scowled, but finally laughed.
"Much obliged for your compliment," said he. "The horse is mine."
"Indeed, sir?" said James with respectful interest.
For a moment we were all silent. Then Sapt laughed again.
"Forward!" said he, and the three of us dashed into the forest.
CHAPTER VIII. THE TEMPER OF BORIS THE HOUND
Looking back now, in the light of the information I have
gathered, I am able to trace very clearly, and almost hour by
hour, the events of this day, and to understand how chance,
laying hold of our cunning plan and mocking our wiliness, twisted
and turned our device to a predetermined but undreamt-of issue,
of which we were most guiltless in thought or intent. Had the
king not gone to the hunting-lodge, our design would have found
the fulfilment we looked for; had Rischenheim succeeded in
warning Rupert of Hentzau, we should have stood where we were.
Fate or fortune would have it otherwise. The king, being weary,
went to the lodge, and Rischenheim failed in warning his cousin.
It was a narrow failure, for Rupert, as his laugh told me, was in
the house in the Konigstrasse when I set out from Strelsau, and
Rischenheim arrived there at half past four. He had taken the
train at a roadside station, and thus easily outstripped Mr.
Rassendyll, who, not daring to show his face, was forced to ride
all the way and enter the city under cover of night. But
Rischenheim had not dared to send a warning, for he knew that we
were in possession of the address and did not know what steps we
might have taken to intercept messages. Therefore he was obliged
to carry the news himself; when he came his man was gone. Indeed
Rupert must have left the house almost immediately after I was
safe away from the city. He was determined to be in good time for
his appointment; his only enemies were not in Strelsau; there was
no warrant on which he could be apprehended; and, although his
connection with Black Michael was a matter of popular gossip, he
felt himself safe from arrest by virtue of the secret that
protected him. Accordingly he walked out of the house, went to
the station, took his ticket to Hofbau, and, traveling by the
four o'clock train, reached his destination about half-past five.
He must have passed the train in which Rischenheim traveled; the
first news the latter had of his departure was from a porter at
the station, who, having recognized the Count of Hentzau,
ventured to congratulate Rischenheim on his cousin's return.
Rischenheim made no answer, but hurried in great agitation to the
house in the Konigstrasse, where the old woman Holf confirmed
the tidings. Then he passed through a period of great
irresolution. Loyalty to Rupert urged that he should follow him
and share the perils into which his cousin was hastening. But
caution whispered that he was not irrevocably committed, that
nothing overt yet connected him with Rupert's schemes, and that
we who knew the truth should be well content to purchase his
silence as to the trick we had played by granting him immunity.
His fears won the day, and, like the irresolute man he was, he
determined to wait in Strelsau till he heard the issue of the
meeting at the lodge. If Rupert were disposed of there, he had
something to offer us in return for peace; if his cousin escaped,
he would be in the Konigstrasse, prepared to second the further
plans of the desperate adventurer. In any event his skin was
safe, and I presume to think that this weighed a little with him;
for excuse he had the wound which Bernenstein had given him, and
which rendered his right arm entirely useless; had he gone then,
he would have been a most inefficient ally.
Of all this we, as we rode through the forest, knew nothing. We
might guess, conjecture, hope, or fear; but our certain knowledge
stopped with Rischenheim's start for the capital and Rupert's
presence there at three o'clock. The pair might have met or might
have missed. We had to act as though they had missed and Rupert
were gone to meet the king. But we were late. The consciousness
of that pressed upon us, although we evaded further mention of
it; it made us spur and drive our horses as quickly, ay, and a
little more quickly, than safety allowed. Once James's horse
stumbled in the darkness and its rider was thrown; more than once
a low bough hanging over the path nearly swept me, dead or
stunned, from my seat. Sapt paid no attention to these mishaps or
threatened mishaps. He had taken the lead, and, sitting well down
in his saddle, rode ahead, turning neither to right nor left,
never slackening his pace, sparing neither himself nor his beast.
James and I were side by side behind him. We rode in silence,
finding nothing to say to one another. My mind was full of a
picture--the picture of Rupert with his easy smile handing to
the king the queen's letter. For the hour of the rendezvous was
past. If that image had been translated into reality, what must
we do? To kill Rupert would satisfy revenge, but of what other
avail would it be when the king had read the letter? I am ashamed
to say that I found myself girding at Mr. Rassendyll for
happening on a plan which the course of events had turned into a
trap for ourselves and not for Rupert of Hentzau.
Suddenly Sapt, turning his head for the first time, pointed in
front of him. The lodge was before us; we saw it looming dimly a
quarter of a mile off. Sapt reined in his horse, and we followed
his example. All dismounted, we tied our horses to trees and went
forward at a quick, silent walk. Our idea was that Sapt should
enter on pretext of having been sent by the queen to attend to
her husband's comfort and arrange for his return without further
fatigue next day. If Rupert had come and gone, the king's
demeanor would probably betray the fact; if he had not yet come,
I and James, patrolling outside, would bar his passage. There was
a third possibility; he might be even now with the king. Our
course in such a case we left unsettled; so far as I had any
plan, it was to kill Rupert and to convince the king that the
letter was a forgery--a desperate hope, so desperate that we
turned our eyes away from the possibility which would make it our
We were now very near the hunting-lodge, being about forty yards
from the front of it. All at once Sapt threw himself on his
stomach on the ground.
"Give me a match," he whispered.
James struck a light, and, the night being still, the flame burnt
brightly: it showed us the mark of a horse's hoof, apparently
quite fresh, and leading away from the lodge. We rose and went
on, following the tracks by the aid of more matches till we
reached a tree twenty yards from the door. Here the hoof marks
ceased; but beyond there was a double track of human feet in the
soft black earth; a man had gone thence to the house and returned
from the house thither. On the right of the tree were more
hoof-marks, leading up to it and then ceasing. A man had ridden
up from the right, dismounted, gone on foot to the house,
returned to the tree, remounted, and ridden away along the track
by which we had approached.
"It may be somebody else," said I; but I do not think that we any
of us doubted in our hearts that the tracks were made by the
coming of Hentzau. Then the king had the letter; the mischief was
done. We were too late.
Yet we did not hesitate. Since disaster had come, it must be
faced. Mr. Rassendyll's servant and I followed the constable of
Zenda up to the door, or within a few feet of it. Here Sapt, who
was in uniform, loosened his sword in its sheath; James and I
looked to our revolvers. There were no lights visible in the
lodge; the door was shut; everything was still. Sapt knocked
softly with his knuckles, but there was no answer from within. He
laid hold of the handle and turned it; the door opened, and the
passage lay dark and apparently empty before us.
"You stay here, as we arranged," whispered the colonel. "Give me
the matches, and I'll go in."
James handed him the box of matches, and he crossed the
threshold. For a yard or two we saw him plainly, then his figure
grew dim and indistinct. I heard nothing except my own hard
breathing. But in a moment there was another sound--a muffled
exclamation, and a noise of a man stumbling; a sword, too,
clattered on the stones of the passage. We looked at one another;
the noise did not produce any answering stir in the house; then
came the sharp little explosion of a match struck on its box;
next we heard Sapt raising himself, his scabbard scraping along
the stones; his footsteps came towards us, and in a second he
appeared at the door.
"What was it?" I whispered.
"I fell," said Sapt.
"Come and see. James, stay here."
I followed the constable for the distance of eight or ten feet
along the passage.
"Isn't there a lamp anywhere?" I asked.
"We can see enough with a match," he answered. "Here, this is
what I fell over."
Even before the match was struck I saw a dark body lying across
"A dead man?" I guessed instantly.
"Why, no," said Sapt, striking a light: "a dead dog, Fritz." An
exclamation of wonder escaped me as I fell on my knees. At the
same instant Sapt muttered, "Ay, there's a lamp," and, stretching
up his hand to a little oil lamp that stood on a bracket, he lit
it, took it down, and held it over the body. It served to give a
fair, though unsteady, light, and enabled us to see what lay in
"It's Boris, the boar-hound," said I, still in a whisper,
although there was no sign of any listeners.
I knew the dog well; he was the king's favorite, and always
accompanied him when he went hunting. He was obedient to every
word of the king's, but of a rather uncertain temper towards the
rest of the world. However, de mortuis nil nisi bonum; there he
lay dead in the passage. Sapt put his hand on the beast's head.
There was a bullet-hole right through his forehead. I nodded, and
in my turn pointed to the dog's right shoulder, which was
shattered by another ball.
"And see here," said the constable. "Have a pull at this."
I looked where his hand now was. In the dog's mouth was a piece
of gray cloth, and on the piece of gray cloth was a horn
coat-button. I took hold of the cloth and pulled. Boris held on
even in death. Sapt drew his sword, and, inserting the point of
it between the dog's teeth, parted them enough for me to draw out
the piece of cloth.
"You'd better put it in your pocket," said the constable. "Now
come along"; and, holding the lamp in one hand and his sword
(which he did not resheathe) in the other, he stepped over the
body of the boar-hound, and I followed him.
We were now in front of the door of the room where Rudolf
Rassendyll had supped with us on the day of his first coming to
Ruritania, and whence he had set out to be crowned in Strelsau.
On the right of it was the room where the king slept, and farther
along in the same direction the kitchen and the cellars. The
officer or officers in attendance on the king used to sleep on
the other side of the dining-room.
"We must explore, I suppose," said Sapt. In spite of his outward
calmness, I caught in his voice the ring of excitement rising and
ill-repressed. But at this moment we heard from the passage on
our left (as we faced the door) a low moan, and then a dragging
sound, as if a man were crawling along the floor, painfully
trailing his limbs after him. Sapt held the lamp in that
direction, and we saw Herbert the forester, pale-faced and
wide-eyed, raised from the ground on his two hands, while his
legs stretched behind him and his stomach rested on the flags.
"Who is it?" he said in a faint voice.
"Why, man, you know us," said the constable, stepping up to him.
"What's happened here?"
The poor fellow was very faint, and, I think, wandered a little
in his brain.
"I've got it, sir," he murmured; "I've got it, fair and straight.
No more hunting for me, sir. I've got it here in the stomach. Oh,
my God!" He let his head fall with a thud on the floor.
I ran and raised him. Kneeling on one knee, I propped his head
against my leg.
"Tell us about it," commanded Sapt in a curt, crisp voice while I
got the man into the easiest position that I could contrive.
In slow, struggling tones he began his story, repeating here,
omitting there, often confusing the order of his narrative,
oftener still arresting it while he waited for fresh strength.
Yet we were not impatient, but heard without a thought of time. I
looked round once at a sound, and found that James, anxious about
us, had stolen along the passage and joined us. Sapt took no
notice of him, nor of anything save the words that dropped in
irregular utterance from the stricken man's lips. Here is the
story, a strange instance of the turning of a great event on a
The king had eaten a little supper, and, having gone to his
bedroom, had stretched himself on the bed and fallen asleep
without undressing. Herbert was clearing the dining-table and
performing similar duties, when suddenly (thus he told it) he
found a man standing beside him. He did not know (he was new to
the king's service) who the unexpected visitor was, but he was of
middle height, dark, handsome, and "looked a gentleman all over."
He was dressed in a shooting-tunic, and a revolver was thrust
through the belt of it. One hand rested on the belt, while the
other held a small square box.
"Tell the king I am here. He expects me," said the stranger.
Herbert, alarmed at the suddenness and silence of the stranger's
approach, and guiltily conscious of having left the door
unbolted, drew back. He was unarmed, but, being a stout fellow,
was prepared to defend his master as best he could.
Rupert--beyond doubt it was Rupert--laughed lightly, saying
again, "Man, he expects me. Go and tell him," and sat himself on
the table, swinging his leg. Herbert, influenced by the visitor's
air of command, began to retreat towards the bedroom, keeping his
face towards Rupert.
"If the king asks more, tell him I have the packet and the
letter," said Rupert. The man bowed and passed into the bedroom.
The king was asleep; when roused he seemed to know nothing of
letter or packet, and to expect no visitor. Herbert's ready fears
revived; he whispered that the stranger carried a revolver.
Whatever the king's faults might be--and God forbid that I should
speak hardly of him whom fate used so hardly--he was no coward.
He sprang from his bed; at the same moment the great boar-hound
uncoiled himself and came from beneath, yawning and fawning. But
in an instant the beast caught the scent of a stranger: his ears
pricked and he gave a low growl, as he looked up in his master's
face. Then Rupert of Hentzau, weary perhaps of waiting, perhaps
only doubtful whether his message would be properly delivered,
appeared in the doorway.
The king was unarmed, and Herbert in no better plight; their
hunting weapons were in the adjoining room, and Rupert seemed to
bar the way. I have said that the king was no coward, yet I
think, that the sight of Rupert, bringing back the memory of his
torments in the dungeon, half cowed him; for he shrank back
crying, "You!" The hound, in subtle understanding of his master's
movement, growled angrily.
"You expected me, sire?" said Rupert with a bow; but he smiled. I
know that the sight of the king's alarm pleased him. To inspire
terror was his delight, and it does not come to every man to
strike fear into the heart of a king and an Elphberg. It had come
more than once to Rupert of Hentzau.
"No," muttered the king. Then, recovering his composure a little,
he said angrily, "How dare you come here?"
"You didn't expect me?" cried Rupert, and in an instant the
thought of a trap seemed to flash across his alert mind. He drew
the revolver halfway from his belt, probably in a scarcely
conscious movement, born of the desire to assure himself of its
presence. With a cry of alarm Herbert flung himself before the
king, who sank back on the bed. Rupert, puzzled, vexed, yet
half-amused (for he smiled still, the man said), took a step
forward, crying out something about Rischenheim--what, Herbert
could not tell us.
"Keep back," exclaimed the king. "Keep back."
Rupert paused; then, as though with a sudden thought, he held up
the box that was in his left hand, saying:
'"Well, look at this sire, and we'll talk afterwards," and he
stretched out his hand with the box in it.
Now the king stood on a razor's edge, for the king whispered to
Herbert, "What is it? Go and take it."
But Herbert hesitated, fearing to leave the king, whom his body
now protected as though with a shield. Rupert's impatience
overcame him: if there were a trap, every moment's delay doubled
his danger. With a scornful laugh he exclaimed, "Catch it, then,
if you're afraid to come for it," and he flung the packet to
Herbert or the king, or which of them might chance to catch it.
This insolence had a strange result. In an instant, with a fierce
growl and a mighty bound, Boris was at the stranger's throat.
Rupert had not seen or had not heeded the dog. A startled oath
rang out from him. He snatched the revolver from his belt and
fired at his assailant. This shot must have broken the beast's
shoulder, but it only half arrested his spring. His great weight
was still hurled on Rupert's chest, and bore him back on his
knee. The packet that he had flung lay unheeded. The king, wild
with alarm and furious with anger at his favorite's fate, jumped
up and ran past Rupert into the next room. Herbert followed; even
as they went Rupert flung the wounded, weakened beast from him
and darted to the doorway. He found himself facing Herbert, who
held a boar-spear, and the king, who had a double-barreled
hunting-gun. He raised his left hand, Herbert said--no doubt he
still asked a hearing--but the king leveled his weapon. With a
spring Rupert gained the shelter of the door, the bullet sped by
him, and buried itself in the wall of the room. Then Herbert was
at him with the boar-spear. Explanations must wait now: it was
life or death; without hesitation Rupert fired at Herbert,
bringing him to the ground with a mortal wound. The king's gun
was at his shoulder again.
"You damned fool!" roared Rupert, "if you must have it, take it,"
and gun and revolver rang out at the same moment. But
Rupert--never did his nerve fail him--hit, the king missed;
Herbert saw the count stand for an instant with his smoking
barrel in his hand, looking at the king, who lay on the ground.
Then Rupert walked towards the door. I wish I had seen his face
then! Did he frown or smile? Was triumph or chagrin uppermost?
Remorse? Not he!
He reached the door and passed through. That was the last Herbert
saw of him; but the fourth actor in the drama, the wordless
player whose part had been so momentous, took the stage. Limping
along, now whining in sharp agony, now growling in fierce anger,
with blood flowing but hair bristling, the hound Boris dragged
himself across the room, through the door, after Rupert of
Hentzau. Herbert listened, raising his head from the ground.
There was a growl, an oath, the sound of the scuffle. Rupert must
have turned in time to receive the dog's spring. The beast,
maimed and crippled by his shattered shoulder, did not reach his
enemy's face, but his teeth tore away the bit of cloth that we
had found held in the vise of his jaws. Then came another shot, a
laugh, retreating steps, and a door slammed. With that last sound
Herbert woke to the fact of the count's escape; with weary
efforts he dragged himself into the passage. The idea that he
could go on if he got a drink of brandy turned him in the
direction of the cellar. But his strength failed, and he sank
down where we found him, not knowing whether the king were dead
or still alive, and unable even to make his way back to the room
where his master lay stretched on the ground.
I had listened to the story, bound as though by a spell. Halfway
through, James's hand had crept to my arm and rested there; when
Herbert finished I heard the little man licking his lips, again
and again slapping his tongue against them. Then I looked at
Sapt. He was as pale as a ghost, and the lines on his face seemed
to have grown deeper. He glanced up, and met my regard. Neither
of us spoke; we exchanged thoughts with our eyes. "This is our
work," we said to one another. "It was our trap, these are our
victims." I cannot even now think of that hour, for by our act
the king lay dead.
But was he dead? I seized Sapt by the arm. His glance questioned
"The king," I whispered hoarsely.
"Yes, the king," he returned.
Facing round, we walked to the door of the dining-room. Here I
turned suddenly faint, and clutched at the constable. He held me
up, and pushed the door wide open. The smell of powder was in the
room; it seemed as if the smoke hung about, curling in dim coils
round the chandelier which gave a subdued light. James had the
lamp now, and followed us with it. But the king was not there. A
sudden hope filled me. He had not been killed then! I regained
strength, and darted across towards the inside room. Here too the
light was dim, and I turned to beckon for the lamp. Sapt and
James came together, and stood peering over my shoulder in the
The king lay prone on the floor, face downwards, near the bed. He
had crawled there, seeking for some place to rest, as we
supposed. He did not move. We watched him for a moment; the
silence seemed deeper than silence could be. At last, moved by a
common impulse, we stepped forward, but timidly, as though we
approached the throne of Death himself. I was the first to kneel
by the king and raise his head. Blood had flowed from his lips,
but it had ceased to flow now. He was dead.
I felt Sapt's hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw his other
hand stretched out towards the ground. I turned my eyes where he
pointed. There, in the king's hand, stained with the king'sblood,
was the box that I had carried to Wintenberg and Rupert of
Hentzau had brought to the lodge that night. It was not rest, but
the box that the dying king had sought in his last moment. I
bent, and lifting his hand unclasped the fingers, still limp and
Sapt bent down with sudden eagerness. "Is it open?" he whispered.
The string was round it; the sealing-wax was unbroken. The secret
had outlived the king, and he had gone to his death unknowing.
All at once--I cannot tell why--I put my hand over my eyes; I
found my eyelashes were wet.
"Is it open?" asked Sapt again, for in the dim light he could not
"No," I answered.
"Thank God!" said he. And, for Sapt's, the voice was soft.
CHAPTER IX. THE KING IN THE HUNTING LODGE
THE moment with its shock and tumult of feeling brings one
judgment, later reflection another. Among the sins of Rupert of
Hentzau I do not assign the first and greatest place to his
killing of the king. It was, indeed, the act of a reckless man
who stood at nothing and held nothing sacred; but when I consider
Herbert's story, and trace how the deed came to be done and the
impulsion of circumstances that led to it, it seems to have been
in some sort thrust upon him by the same perverse fate that
dogged our steps. He had meant the king no harm--indeed it may
be argued that, from whatever motive, he had sought to serve
him--and save under the sudden stress of self-defense he had done
him none. The king's unlooked-for ignorance of his errand,
Herbert's honest hasty zeal, the temper of Boris the hound, had
forced on him an act unmeditated and utterly against his
interest. His whole guilt lay in preferring the king's death to
his own--a crime perhaps in most men, but hardly deserving a
place in Rupert's catalogue. All this I can admit now, but on
that night, with the dead body lying there before us, with the
story piteously told by Herbert's faltering voice fresh in our
ears, it was hard to allow any such extenuation. Our hearts cried
out for vengeance, although we ourselves served the king no more.
Nay, it may well be that we hoped to stifle some reproach of our
own consciences by a louder clamor against another's sin, or
longed to offer some belated empty atonement to our dead master
by executing swift justice on the man who had killed him. I
cannot tell fully what the others felt, but in me at least the
dominant impulse was to waste not a moment in proclaiming the
crime and raising the whole country in pursuit of Rupert, so that
every man in Ruritania should quit his work, his pleasure, or his
bed, and make it his concern to take the Count of Hentzau, alive
or dead. I remember that I walked over to where Sapt was sitting,
and caught him by the arm, saying:
"We must raise the alarm. If you'll go to Zenda, I'll start for
"The alarm?" said he, looking up at me and tugging his moustache.
"Yes: when the news is known, every man in the kingdom will be on
the lookout for him, and he can't escape."
"So that he'd be taken?" asked the constable.
"Yes, to a certainty," I cried, hot in excitement and emotion.
Sapt glanced across at Mr. Rassendyll's servant. James had, with
my help, raised the king's body on to the bed, and had aided the
wounded forester to reach a couch. He stood now near the
constable, in his usual unobtrusive readiness. He did not speak,
but I saw a look of understanding in his eyes as he nodded his
head to Colonel Sapt. They were well matched, that pair, hard to
move, hard to shake, not to be turned from the purpose in their
minds and the matter that lay to their hands.
"Yes, he'd probably be taken or killed," said Sapt.
"Then let's do it!" I cried.
"With the queen's letter on him," said Colonel Sapt.
I had forgotten.
"We have the box, he has the letter still," said Sapt.
I could have laughed even at that moment. He had left the box
(whether from haste or heedlessness or malice, we could not
tell), but the letter was on him. Taken alive, he would use that
powerful weapon to save his life or satisfy his anger; if it were
found on his body, its evidence would speak loud and clear to all
the world. Again he was protected by his crime: while he had the
letter, he must be kept inviolate from all attack except at our
own hands. We desired his death, but we must be his body-guard
and die in his defense rather than let any other but ourselves
come at him. No open means must be used, and no allies sought.
All this rushed to my mind at Sapt's words, and I saw what the
constable and James had never forgotten. But what to do I could
not see. For the King of Ruritania lay dead.
An hour or more had passed since our discovery, and it was now
close on midnight. Had all gone well we ought by this time to
have been far on our road back to the castle; by this time Rupert
must be miles away from where he had killed the king; already Mr.
Rassendyll would be seeking his enemy in Strelsau.
"But what are we to do about--about that, then?" I asked,
pointing with my finger through the doorway towards the bed.
Sapt gave a last tug at his moustache, then crossed his hands on
the hilt of the sword between his knees, and leant forward in his
"Nothing, he said," looking at my face. "Until we have the
"But it's impossible!" I cried.
"Why, no, Fritz," he answered thoughtfully. "It's not possible
yet; it may become so. But if we can catch Rupert in the next
day, or even in the next two days, it's not impossible. Only let
me have the letter, and I'll account for the concealment. What?
Is the fact that crimes are known never concealed, for fear of
putting the criminal on his guard?"
"You'll be able to make a story, sir," James put in, with a grave
but reassuring air.
"Yes, James, I shall be able to make a story, or your master will
make one for me. But, by God, story or no story, the letter
mustn't be found. Let them say we killed him ourselves if they
I seized his hand and gripped it.
"You don't doubt I'm with you?" I asked.
"Not for a moment, Fritz," he answered.
"Then how can we do it?"
We drew nearer together; Sapt and I sat, while James leant over
The oil in the lamp was almost exhausted, and the light burnt
very dim. Now and again poor Herbert, for whom our skill could do
nothing, gave a slight moan. I am ashamed to remember how little
we thought of him, but great schemes make the actors in them
careless of humanity; the life of a man goes for nothing against
a point in the game. Except for his groans--and they grew fainter
and less frequen--our voices alone broke the silence of the
"The queen must know," said Sapt. "Let her stay at Zenda and give
out that the king is at the lodge for a day or two longer. Then
you, Fritz--for you must ride to the castle at once--and
Bernenstein must get to Strelsau as quick as you can, and find
Rudolf Rassendyll. You three ought to be able to track young
Rupert down and get the letter from him. If he's not in the city,
you must catch Rischenheim, and force him to say where he is; we
know Rischenheim can be persuaded. If Rupert's there, I need give
no advice either to you or to Rudolf."
"James and I stay here. If any one comes whom we can keep out,
the king is ill. If rumors get about, and great folk come, why,
they must enter."
"But the body?"
"This morning, when you're gone, we shall make a temporary grave.
I dare say two," and he jerked his thumb towards poor Herbert.
"Or even," he added, with his grim smile, "three--for our friend
Boris, too, must be out of sight."
"You'll bury the king?"
"Not so deep but that we can take him out again, poor fellow.
Well, Fritz, have you a better plan?"
I had no plan, and I was not in love with Sapt's plan. Yet it
offered us four and twenty hours. For that time, at least, it
seemed as if the secret could be kept. Beyond that we could
hardly hope for success; after that we must produce the king;
dead or alive, the king must be seen. Yet it might be that before
the respite ran out Rupert would be ours. In fine, what else
could be chosen? For now a greater peril threatened than that
against which we had at the first sought to guard. Then the worst
we feared was that the letter should come to the king's hands.
That could never be. But it would be a worse thing if it were
found on Rupert, and all the kingdom, nay, all Europe, know that
it was written in the hand of her who was now, in her own right,
Queen of Ruritania. To save her from that, no chance was too
desperate, no scheme too perilous; yes, if, as Sapt said, we
ourselves were held to answer for the king's death, still we must
go on. I, through whose negligence the whole train of disaster
had been laid, was the last man to hesitate. In all honesty, I
held my life due and forfeit, should it be demanded of me--my
life and, before the world, my honor.
So the plan was made. A grave was to be dug ready for the king;
if need arose, his body should be laid in it, and the place
chosen was under the floor of the wine-cellar. When death came
to poor Herbert, he could lie in the yard behind the house; for
Boris they meditated a resting-place under the tree where our
horses were tethered. There was nothing to keep me, and I rose;
but as I rose, I heard the forester's voice call plaintively for
me. The unlucky fellow knew me well, and now cried to me to sit
by him. I think Sapt wanted me to leave him, but I could not
refuse his last request, even though it consumed some precious
minutes. He was very near his end, and, sitting by him, I did my
best to soothe his passing. His fortitude was good to see, and I
believe that we all at last found new courage for our enterprise
from seeing how this humble man met death. At least even the
constable ceased to show impatience, and let me stay till I could
close the sufferer's eyes.
But thus time went, and it was nearly five in the morning before
I bade them farewell and mounted my horse. They took theirs and
led them away to the stables behind the lodge; I waved my hand
and galloped off on my return to the castle. Day was dawning, and
the air was fresh and pure. The new light brought new hope; fears
seemed to vanish before it; my nerves were strung to effort and
to confidence. My horse moved freely under me and carried me
easily along the grassy avenues. It was hard then to be utterly
despondent, hard to doubt skill of brain, strength of hand, or
The castle came in sight, and I hailed it with a glad cry that
echoed among the trees. But a moment later I gave an exclamation
of surprise, and raised myself a little from the saddle while I
gazed earnestly at the summit of the keep. The flag staff was
naked; the royal standard that had flapped in the wind last night
was gone. But by immemorial custom the flag flew on the keep when
the king or the queen was at the castle. It would fly for Rudolf
V. no more; but why did it not proclaim and honor the presence of
Queen Flavia? I sat down in my saddle and spurred my horse to the
top of his speed. We had been buffeted by fate sorely, but now I
feared yet another blow.
In a quarter of an hour more I was at the door. A servant ran
out, and I dismounted leisurely and easily. Pulling off my
gloves, I dusted my boots with them, turned to the stableman and
bade him look to the horse, and then said to the footman:
"As soon as the queen is dressed, find out if she can see me. I
have a message from his Majesty."
The fellow looked a little puzzled, but at this moment Hermann,
the king's major-domo, came to the door.
"Isn't the constable with you, my lord?" he asked.
"No, the constable remains at the lodge with the king," said I
carelessly, though I was very far from careless. "I have a
message for her Majesty, Hermann. Find out from some of the women
when she will receive me."
"The queen's not here," said he. "Indeed we've had a lively time,
my lord. At five o'clock she came out, ready dressed, from her
room, sent for Lieutenant von Bernenstein, and announced that she
was about to set out from the castle. As you know, the mail train
passes here at six." Hermann took out his watch. "Yes, the queen
must just have left the station."
"Where for?" I asked, with a shrug for the woman's whim. "Why,
for Strelsau. She gave no reasons for going, and took with her
only one lady, Lieutenant von Bernenstein being in attendance. It
was a bustle, if you like, with everybody to be roused and got
out of bed, and a carriage to be made ready, and messages to go
to the station, and--"
"She gave no reasons?"
"None, my lord. She left with me a letter to the constable, which
she ordered me to give to his own hands as soon as he arrived at
the castle. She said it contained a message of importance, which
the constable was to convey to the king, and that it must be
intrusted to nobody except Colonel Sapt himself. I wonder, my
lord, that you didn't notice that the flag was hauled down."
"Tut, man, I wasn't staring at the keep. Give me the letter." For
I saw that the clue to this fresh puzzle must lie under the cover
of Sapt's letter. That letter I must myself carry to Sapt, and
without loss of time.
"Give you the letter, my lord? But, pardon me, you're not the
constable." He laughed a little.
"Why, no," said I, mustering a smile. "It's true that I'm not the
constable, but I'm going to the constable. I had the king's
orders to rejoin him as soon as I had seen the queen, and since
her Majesty isn't here, I shall return to the lodge directly a
fresh horse can be saddled for me. And the constable's at the
lodge. Come, the letter!"
"I can't give it you, my lord. Her Majesty's orders were
"Nonsense! If she had known I should come and not the constable,
she would have told me to carry it to him."
"I don't know about that, my lord: her orders were plain, and she
doesn't like being disobeyed."
The stableman had led the horse away, the footman had
disappeared, Hermann and I were alone. "Give me the letter," I
said; and I know that my self-control failed, and eagerness was
plain in my voice. Plain it was, and Hermann took alarm. He
started back, clapping his hand to the breast of his laced coat.
The gesture betrayed where the letter was; I was past prudence; I
sprang on him and wrenched his hand away, catching him by the
throat with my other hand. Diving into his pocket, I got the
letter. Then I suddenly loosed hold of him, for his eyes were
starting out of his head. I took out a couple of gold pieces and
gave them to him.
"It's urgent, you fool," said I. "Hold your tongue about it." And
without waiting to study his amazed red face, I turned and ran
towards the stable. In five minutes I was on a fresh horse, in
six I was clear of the castle, heading back fast as I could go
for the hunting-lodge. Even now Hermann remembers the grip I gave
him--though doubtless he has long spent the pieces of gold.
When I reached the end of this second journey, I came in for the
obsequies of Boris. James was just patting the ground under the
tree with a mattock when I rode up; Sapt was standing by, smoking
his pipe. The boots of both were stained and sticky with mud. I
flung myself from my saddle and blurted out my news. The
constable snatched at his letter with an oath; James leveled the
ground with careful accuracy; I do not remember doing anything
except wiping my forehead and feeling very hungry.
"Good Lord, she's gone after him!" said Sapt, as he read. Then he
handed me the letter.
I will not set out what the queen wrote. The purport seemed to
us, who did not share her feelings, pathetic indeed and moving,
but in the end (to speak plainly) folly. She had tried to endure
her sojourn at Zenda, she said; but it drove her mad. She could
not rest; she did not know how we fared, nor how those in
Strelsau; for hours she had lain awake; then at last falling
asleep, she had dreamt.
"I had had the same dream before. Now it came again. I saw him so
plain. He seemed to me to be king, and to be called king. But he
did not answer nor move. He seemed dead; and I could not rest."
So she wrote, ever excusing herself, ever repeating how something
drew her to Strelsau, telling her that she must go if she would
see "him whom you know," alive again. "And I must see him--ah, I
must see him! If the king has had the letter, I am ruined
already. If he has not, tell him what you will or what you can
contrive. I must go. It came a second time, and all so plain. I
saw him; I tell you I saw him. Ah, I must see him again. I swear
that I will only see him once. He's in danger--I know he's in
danger; or what does the dream mean? Bernenstein will go with me,
and I shall see him. Do, do forgive me: I can't stay, the dream
was so plain." Thus she ended, seeming, poor lady, half frantic
with the visions that her own troubled brain and desolate heart
had conjured up to torment her. I did not know that she had
before told Mr. Rassendyll himself of this strange dream; though
I lay small store by such matters, believing that we ourselves
make our dreams, fashioning out of the fears and hopes of to-day
what seems to come by night in the guise of a mysterious
revelation. Yet there are some things that a man cannot
understand, and I do not profess to measure with my mind the ways
However, not why the queen went, but that she had gone, concerned
us. We had returned to the house now, and James, remembering that
men must eat though kings die, was getting us some breakfast. In
fact, I had great need of food, being utterly worn out; and they,
after their labors, were hardly less weary. As we ate, we talked;
and it was plain to us that I also must go to Strelsau. There, in
the city, the drama must be played out. There was Rudolf, there
Rischenheim, there in all likelihood Rupert of Hentzau, there now
the queen. And of these Rupert alone, or perhaps Rischenheim
also, knew that the king was dead, and how the issue of last
night had shaped itself under the compelling hand of wayward
fortune. The king lay in peace on his bed, his grave was dug;
Sapt and James held the secret with solemn faith and ready lives.
To Strelsau I must go to tell the queen that she was widowed, and
to aim the stroke at young Rupert's heart.
At nine in the morning I started from the lodge. I was bound to
ride to Hofbau and there wait for a train which would carry me to
the capital. From Hofbau I could send a message, but the message
must announce only my own coming, not the news I carried. To
Sapt, thanks to the cipher, I could send word at any time, and he
bade me ask Mr. Rassendyll whether he should come to our aid, or
stay where he was.
"A day must decide the whole thing," he said. "We can't conceal
the king's death long. For God's sake, Fritz, make an end of that
young villain, and get the letter."
So, wasting no time in farewells, I set out. By ten o'clock I was
at Hofbau, for I rode furiously. From there I sent to Bernenstein
at the palace word of my coming. But there I was delayed. There
was no train for an hour.
"I'll ride," I cried to myself, only to remember the next moment
that, if I rode, I should come to my journey's end much later.
There was nothing for it but to wait, and it may be imagined in
what mood I waited. Every minute seemed an hour, and I know not
to this day how the hour wore itself away. I ate, I drank, I
smoked, I walked, sat, and stood. The stationmaster knew me, and
thought I had gone mad, till I told him that I carried most
important despatches from the king, and that the delay imperiled
great interests. Then he became sympathetic; but what could he
do? No special train was to be had at a roadside station: I must
wait; and wait, somehow, and without blowing my brains out, I
At last I was in the train; now indeed we moved, and I came
nearer. An hour's run brought me in sight of the city. Then, to
my unutterable wrath, we were stopped, and waited motionless
twenty minutes or half an hour. At last we started again; had we
not, I should have jumped out and run, for to sit longer would
have driven me mad. Now we entered the station. With a great
effort I calmed myself. I lolled back in my seat; when we stopped
I sat there till a porter opened the door. In lazy leisureliness
I bade him get me a cab, and followed him across the station. He
held the door for me, and, giving him his douceur, I set my foot
on the step.
"Tell him to drive to the palace," said I, "and be quick. I'm
late already, thanks to this cursed train."
"The old mare'll soon take you there, sir," said the driver. I
jumped in. But at this moment I saw a man on the platform
beckoning with his hand and hastening towards me. The cabman also
saw him and waited. I dared not tell him to drive on, for I
feared to betray any undue haste, and it would have looked
strange not to spare a moment to my wife's cousin, Anton von
Strofzin. He came up, holding out his hand,delicately gloved in
pearl-gray kid, for young Anton was a leader of the Strelsau
"Ah, my dear Fritz!" said he. "I am glad I hold no appointment at
court. How dreadfully active you all are! I thought you were
settled at Zenda for a month?"
"The queen changed her mind suddenly," said I, smiling. "Ladies
do, as you know well, you who know all about them."
My compliment, or insinuation, produced a pleased smile and a
gallant twirling of his moustache.
"Well, I thought you'd be here soon," he said, "but I didn't know
that the queen had come."
"You didn't? Then why did you look for me?"
He opened his eyes a little in languid, elegant surprise. "Oh, I
supposed you'd be on duty, or something, and have to come. Aren't
you in attendance?"
"On the queen? No, not just now."
"But on the king?"
"Why, yes," said I, and I leaned forward. "At least I'm engaged
now on the king's business."
"Precisely," said he. "So I thought you'd come, as soon as I
heard that the king was here."
It may be that I ought to have preserved my composure. But I am
not Sapt nor Rudolf Rassendyll.
"The king here?" I gasped, clutching him by the arm.
"Of course. You didn't know? Yes, he's in town."
But I heeded him no more. For a moment I could not speak, then I
cried to the cabman:
"To the palace. And drive like the devil!"
We shot away, leaving Anton open-mouthed in wonder. For me, I
sank back on the cushions, fairly aghast. The king lay dead in
the hunting-lodge, but the king was in his capital!
Of course, the truth soon flashed through my mind, but it brought
no comfort. Rudolf Rassendyll was in Strelsau. He had been seen
by somebody and taken for the king. But comfort? What comfort was
there, now that the king was dead and could never come to the
rescue of his counterfeit?
In fact, the truth was worse than I conceived. Had I known it
all, I might well have yielded to despair. For not by the chance,
uncertain sight of a passer-by, not by mere rumor which might
have been sturdily denied, not by the evidence of one only or of
two, was the king's presence in the city known. That day, by the
witness of a crowd of people, by his own claim and his own voice,
ay, and by the assent of the queen herself, Mr. Rassendyll was
taken to be the king in Strelsau, while neither he nor Queen
Flavia knew that the king was dead. I must now relate the strange
and perverse succession of events which forced them to employ a
resource so dangerous and face a peril so immense. Yet, great and
perilous as they knew the risk to be even when they dared it, in
the light of what they did not know it was more fearful and more
CHAPTER X. THE KING IN STRELSAU
MR. RASSENDYLL reached Strelsau from Zenda without accident about
nine o'clock in the evening of the same day as that which
witnessed the tragedy of the hunting-lodge. He could have arrived
sooner, but prudence did not allow him to enter the populous
suburbs of the town till the darkness guarded him from notice.
The gates of the city were no longer shut at sunset, as they had
used to be in the days when Duke Michael was governor, and Rudolf
passed them without difficulty. Fortunately the night, fine where
we were, was wet and stormy at Strelsau; thus there were few
people in the streets, and he was able to gain the door of my
house still unremarked. Here, of course, a danger presented
itself. None of my servants were in the secret; only my wife, in
whom the queen herself had confided, knew Rudolf, and she did not
expect to see him, since she was ignorant of the recent course of
events. Rudolf was quite alive to the peril, and regretted the
absence of his faithful attendant, who could have cleared the way
for him. The pouring rain gave him an excuse for twisting a scarf
about his face and pulling his coat-collar up to his ears, while
the gusts of wind made the cramming of his hat low down over his
eyes no more than a natural precaution against its loss. Thus
masked from curious eyes, he drew rein before my door, and,
having dismounted, rang the bell. When the butler came a strange
hoarse voice, half-stifled by folds of scarf, asked for the
countess, alleging for pretext a message from myself. The man
hesitated, as well he might, to leave the stranger alone with the
door open and the contents of the hall at his mercy. Murmuring an
apology in case his visitor should prove to be a gentleman, he
shut the door and went in search of his mistress. His description
of the untimely caller at once roused my wife's quick wit; she
had heard from me how Rudolf had ridden once from Strelsau to the
hunting-lodge with muffled face; a very tall man with his face
wrapped in a scarf and his hat over his eyes, who came with a
private message, suggested to her at least a possibility of Mr.
Rassendyll's arrival. Helga will never admit that she is clever,
yet I find she discovers from me what she wants to know, and I
suspect hides successfully the small matters of which she in her
wifely discretion deems I had best remain ignorant. Being able
thus to manage me, she was equal to coping with the butler. She
laid aside her embroidery most composedly.
"Ah, yes," she said, "I know the gentleman. Surely you haven't
left him out in the rain?" She was anxious lest Rudolf's features
should have been exposed too long to the light of the hall-lamps.
The butler stammered an apology, explaining his fears for our
goods and the impossibility of distinguishing social rank on a
dark night. Helga cut him short with an impatient gesture,
crying, "How stupid of you!" and herself ran quickly down and
opened the door--a little way only, though. The first sight of
Mr. Rassendyll confirmed her suspicions; in a moment, she said,
she knew his eyes.
"It is you, then?" she cried. "And my foolish servant has left
you in the rain! Pray come in. Oh, but your horse!" She turned to
the penitent butler, who had followed her downstairs. "Take the
baron's horse round to the stables," she said.
"I will send some one at once, my lady."
"No, no, take it yourself--take it at once. I'll look after the
Reluctantly and ruefully the fat fellow stepped out into the
storm. Rudolf drew back and let him pass, then he entered
quickly, to find himself alone with Helga in the hall. With a
finger on her lips, she led him swiftly into a small sitting-room
on the ground floor, which I used as a sort of office or place of
business. It looked out on the street, and the rain could be
heard driving against the broad panes of the window. Rudolf
turned to her with a smile, and, bowing, kissed her hand.
"The baron what, my dear countess?" he inquired.
"He won't ask," said she with a shrug. "Do tell me what brings
you here, and what has happened."
He told her very briefly all he knew. She hid bravely her alarm
at hearing that I might perhaps meet Rupert at the lodge, and at
once listened to what Rudolf wanted of her.
"Can I get out of the house, and, if need be, back again
unnoticed?" he asked.
"The door is locked at night, and only Fritz and the butler have
Mr. Rassendyll's eye traveled to the window of the room.
"I haven't grown so fat that I can't get through there," said he.
"So we'd better not trouble the butler. He'd talk, you know."
"I will sit here all night and keep everybody from the room."
"I may come back pursued if I bungle my work and an alarm is
"Your work?" she asked, shrinking back a little.
"Yes," said he. "Don't ask what it is, Countess. It is in the
"For the queen I will do anything and everything, as Fritz
He took her hand and pressed it in a friendly, encouraging way.
"Then I may issue my orders?" he asked, smiling.
"They shall be obeyed."
"Then a dry cloak, a little supper, and this room to myself,
except for you."
As he spoke the butler turned the handle of the door. My wife
flew across the room, opened the door, and, while Rudolf turned
his back, directed the man to bring some cold meat, or whatever
could be ready with as little delay as possible.
"Now come with me," she said to Rudolf, directly the servant was
She took him to my dressing-room, where he got dry clothes; then
she saw the supper laid, ordered a bedroom to be prepared, told
the butler that she had business with the baron and that he need
not sit up if she were later than eleven, dismissed him, and went
to tell Rudolf that the coast was clear for his return to the
sitting-room. He came, expressing admiration for her courage and
address; I take leave to think that she deserved his compliments.
He made a hasty supper; then they talked together, Rudolf smoking
his cigar. Eleven came and went. It was not yet time. My wife
opened the door and looked out. The hall was dark, the door
locked and its key in the hands of the butler. She closed the
door again and softly locked it. As the clock struck twelve
Rudolf rose and turned the lamp very low. Then he unfastened the
shutters noiselessly, raised the window and looked out.
"Shut them again when I'm gone," he whispered. "If I come back,
I'll knock like this, and you'll open for me."
"For heaven's sake, be careful," she murmured, catching at his
He nodded reassuringly, and crossing his leg over the windowsill,
sat there for a moment listening. The storm was as fierce as
ever, and the street was deserted. He let himself down on to the
pavement, his face again wrapped up. She watched his tall figure
stride quickly along till a turn of the road hid it. Then, having
closed the window and the shutters again, she sat down to keep
her watch, praying for him, for me, and for her dear mistress the
queen. For she knew that perilous work was afoot that night, and
did not know whom it might threaten or whom destroy.
From the moment that Mr. Rassendyll thus left my house at
midnight on his search for Rupert of Hentzau, every hour and
almost every moment brought its incident in the swiftly moving
drama which decided the issues of our fortune. What we were doing
has been told; by now Rupert himself was on his way back to the
city, and the queen was meditating, in her restless vigil, on the
resolve that in a few hours was to bring her also to Strelsau.
Even in the dead of night both sides were active. For, plan
cautiously and skillfully as he might, Rudolf fought with an
antagonist who lost no chances, and who had found an apt and
useful tool in that same Bauer, a rascal, and a cunning rascal,
if ever one were bred in the world. From the beginning even to
the end our error lay in taking too little count of this fellow,
and dear was the price we paid.
Both to my wife and to Rudolf himself the street had seemed empty
of every living being when she watched and he set out. Yet
everything had been seen, from his first arrival to the moment
when she closed the window after him. At either end of my house
there runs out a projection, formed by the bay windows of the
principal drawing-room and of the dining room respectively. These
projecting walls form shadows, and in the shade of one of
them--of which I do not know, nor is it of moment--a man watched
all that passed; had he been anywhere else, Rudolf must have seen
him. If we had not been too engrossed in playing our own hands,
it would doubtless have struck us as probable that Rupert would
direct Rischenheim and Bauer to keep an eye on my house during
his absence; for it was there that any of us who found our way to
the city would naturally resort in the first instance. As a fact,
he had not omitted this precaution. The night was so dark that
the spy, who had seen the king but once and never Mr. Rassendyll,
did not recognize who the visitor was, but he rightly conceived
that he should serve his employer by tracking the steps of the
tall man who made so mysterious an arrival and so surreptitious a
departure from the suspected house. Accordingly, as Rudolf turned
the corner and Helena closed the window, a short, thickset figure
started cautiously out of the projecting shadow, and followed in
Rudolf's wake through the storm. The pair, tracker and tracked,
met nobody, save here and there a police constable keeping a most
unwilling beat. Even such were few, and for the most part more
intent on sheltering in the lee of a friendly wall and thereby
keeping a dry stitch or two on them than on taking note of
passers-by. On the pair went. Now Rudolf turned into the
Konigstrasse. As he did so, Bauer, who must have been nearly a
hundred yards behind (for he could not start till the shutters
were closed) quickened his pace and reduced the interval between
them to about seventy yards. This he might well have thought a
safe distance on a night so wild, when the rush of wind and the
pelt of the rain joined to hide the sound of footsteps.
But Bauer reasoned as a townsman, and Rudolf Rassendyll had the
quick ear of a man bred in the country and trained to the
woodland. All at once there was a jerk of his head; I know so
well the motion which marked awakened attention in him. He did
not pause nor break his stride: to do either would have been to
betray his suspicions to his follower; but he crossed the road to
the opposite side to that where No. 19 was situated, and
slackened his pace a little, so that there was a longer interval
between his own footfalls. The steps behind him grew slower, even
as his did; their sound came no nearer: the follower would not
overtake. Now, a man who loiters on such a night, just because
another head of him is fool enough to loiter, has a reason for
his action other than what can at first sight be detected. So
thought Rudolf Rassendyll, and his brain was busied with finding
Then an idea seized him, and, forgetting the precautions that had
hitherto served so well, he came to a sudden stop on the
pavement, engrossed in deep thought. Was the man who dogged his
steps Rupert himself? It would be like Rupert to track him, like
Rupert to conceive such an attack, like Rupert to be ready either
for a fearless assault from the front or a shameless shot from
behind, and indifferent utterly which chance offered, so it threw
him one of them. Mr. Rassendyll asked no better than to meet his
enemy thus in the open. They could fight a fair fight, and if he
fell the lamp would be caught up and carried on by Sapt's hand or
mine; if he got the better of Rupert, the letter would be his; a
moment would destroy it and give safety to the queen. I do not
suppose that he spent time in thinking how he should escape
arrest at the hands of the police whom the fracas would probably
rouse; if he did, he may well have reckoned on declaring plainly
who he was, of laughing at their surprise over a chance likeness
to the king, and of trusting to us to smuggle him beyond the arm
of the law. What mattered all that, so that there was a moment in
which to destroy the letter? At any rate he turned full round and
began to walk straight towards Bauer, his hand resting on the
revolver in the pocket of his coat.
Bauer saw him coming, and must have known that he was suspected
or detected. At once the cunning fellow slouched his head between
his shoulders, and set out along the street at a quick shuffle,
whistling as he went. Rudolf stood still now in the middle of the
road, wondering who the man was: whether Rupert, purposely
disguising his gait, or a confederate, or, after all, some person
innocent of our secret and indifferent to our schemes. On came
Bauer, softly, whistling and slushing his feet carelessly through
the liquid mud. Now he was nearly opposite where Mr. Rassendyll
stood. Rudolf was well-nigh convinced that the man had been on
his track: he would make certainty surer. The bold game was
always his choice and his delight; this trait he shared with
Rupert of Hentzau, and hence arose, I think, the strange secret
inclination he had for his unscrupulous opponent. Now he walked
suddenly across to Bauer, and spoke to him in his natural voice,
at the same time removing the scarf partly, but not altogether,
from his face.
"You're out late, my friend, for a night like this."
Bauer, startled though he was by the unexpected challenge, had
his wits about him. Whether he identified Rudolf at once, I do
not know; I think that he must at least have suspected the truth.
"A lad that has no home to go to must needs be out both late and
early, sir," said he, arresting his shuffling steps, and looking
up with that honest stolid air which had made a fool of me.
I had described him very minutely to Mr. Rassendyll; if Bauer
knew or guessed who his challenger was, Mr. Rassendyll was as
well equipped for the encounter.
"No home to go to!" cried Rudolf in a pitying tone. "How's that?
But anyhow, Heaven forbid that you or any man should walk the
streets a night like this. Come, I'll give you a bed. Come with
me, and I'll find you good shelter, my boy."
Bauer shrank away. He did not see the meaning of this stroke, and
his eye, traveling up the street, showed that his thoughts had
turned towards flight. Rudolf gave no time for putting any such
notion into effect. Maintaining his air of genial compassion, he
passed his left arm through Bauer's right, saying:
"I'm a Christian man, and a bed you shall have this night, my
lad, as sure as I'm alive. Come along with me. The devil, it's
not weather for standing still!"
The carrying of arms in Strelsau was forbidden. Bauer had no wish
to get into trouble with the police, and, moreover, he had
intended nothing but a reconnaissance; he was therefore without
any weapon, and he was a child in Rudolf's grasp. He had no
alternative but to obey the suasion of Mr. Rassendyll's arm, and
they two began to walk down the Konigstrasse. Bauer's whistle
had died away, not to return; but from time to time Rudolf hummed
softly a cheerful tune, his fingers beating time on Bauer's
captive arm. Presently they crossed the road. Bauer's lagging
steps indicated that he took no pleasure in the change of side,
but he could not resist.
"Ay, you shall go where I am going, my lad," said Rudolf
encouragingly; and he laughed a little as he looked down at the
Along they went; soon they came to the small numbers at the
station end of the Konigstrasse. Rudolf began to peer up at the
"It's cursed dark," said he. "Pray, lad, can you make out which
The moment he had spoken the smile broadened on his face. The
shot had gone home. Bauer was a clever scoundrel, but his nerves
were not under perfect control, and his arm had quivered under
"Nineteen, sir?" he stammered.
"Ay, nineteen. That's where we're bound for, you and I. There I
hope we shall find--what we want."
Bauer seemed bewildered: no doubt he was at a loss how either to
understand or to parry the bold attack.
"Ah, this looks like it," said Rudolf, in a tone of great
satisfaction, as they came to old Mother Holf's little shop.
"Isn't that a one and a nine over the door, my lad? Ah, and Holf!
Yes, that's the name. Pray ring the bell. My hands are occupied."
Rudolf's hands were indeed occupied; one held Bauer's arm, now no
longer with a friendly pressure, but with a grip of iron; in the
other the captive saw the revolver that had till now lain hidden.
"You see?" asked Rudolf pleasantly. "You must ring for me,
mustn't you? It would startle them if I roused them with a shot."
A motion of the barrel told Bauer the direction which the shot
"There's no bell," said Bauer sullenly.
"Ah, then you knock?"
"I suppose so."
"In any particular way, my friend?"
"I don't know," growled Bauer.
"Nor I. Can't you guess?"
"No, I know nothing of it."
"Well, we must try. You knock, and--Listen, my lad. You must
guess right. You understand?"
"How can I guess?" asked Bauer, in an attempt at bluster.
"Indeed, I don't know," smiled Rudolf. "But I hate waiting, and
if the door is not open in two minutes, I shall arouse the good
folk with a shot. You see? You quite see, don't you?" Again the
barrel's motion pointed and explained Mr. Rassendyll's meaning.
Under this powerful persuasion Bauer yielded. He lifted his hand
and knocked on the door with his knuckles, first loudly, then
very softly, the gentler stroke being repeated five times in
rapid succession. Clearly he was expected, for without any sound
of approaching feet the chain was unfastened with a subdued
rattle. Then came the noise of the bolt being cautiously worked
back into its socket. As it shot home a chink of the door opened.
At the same moment Rudolf's hand slipped from Bauer's arm. With a
swift movement he caught the fellow by the nape of the neck and
flung him violently forward into the roadway, where, losing his
footing, he fell sprawling face downwards in the mud. Rudolf
threw himself against the door: it yielded, he was inside, and in
an instant he had shut the door and driven the bolt home again,
leaving Bauer in the gutter outside. Then he turned, with his
hand on the butt of his revolver. I know that he hoped to find
Rupert of Hentzau's face within a foot of his.
Neither Rupert nor Rischenheim, nor even the old woman fronted
him: a tall, handsome, dark girl faced him, holding an oil-lamp
in her hand. He did not know her, but I could have told him that
she was old Mother Holf's youngest child, Rosa, for I had often
seen her as I rode through the town of Zenda with the king,
before the old lady moved her dwelling to Strelsau. Indeed the
girl had seemed to haunt the king's foot-steps, and he had
himself joked on her obvious efforts to attract his attention,
and the languishing glances of her great black eyes. But it is
the lot of prominent personages to inspire these strange
passions, and the king had spent as little thought on her as on
any of the romantic girls who found a naughty delight in
half-fanciful devotion to him--devotion starting, in many cases,
by an irony of which the king was happily unconscious, from the
brave figure that he made at his coronation and his picturesque
daring in the affair of Black Michael. The worshipers never came
near enough to perceive the alteration in their idol.
The half then, at least, of Rosa's attachment was justly due to
the man who now stood opposite to her, looking at her with
surprise by the murky light of the strong-smelling oil-lamp. The
lamp shook and almost fell from her hand when she saw him; for
the scarf had slid away, and his features were exposed to full
view. Fright, delight, and excitement vied with one another in
"The king!" she whispered in amazement. "No, but--" And she
searched his face wonderingly.
"Is it the beard you miss?" asked Rudolf, fingering his chin.
"Mayn't kings shave when they please, as well as other men?" Her
face still expressed bewilderment, and still a lingering doubt.
He bent towards her, whispering:
"Perhaps I wasn't over-anxious to be known at once."
She flushed with pleasure at the confidence he seemed to put in
"I should know you anywhere," she whispered, with a glance of the
great black eyes. "Anywhere, your Majesty."
"Then you'll help me, perhaps?"
"With my life."
"No, no, my dear young lady, merely with a little information.
Whose home is this?"
"Ah! She takes lodgers?"
The girl appeared vexed at his cautious approaches. "Tell me what
you want to know," she said simply.
"Then who's here?"
"My lord the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim."
"And what's he doing?"
"He's lying on the bed moaning and swearing, because his wounded
arm gives him pain."
"And is nobody else here?"
She looked round warily, and sank her voice to a whisper as she
"No, not now--nobody else."
"I was seeking a friend of mine," said Rudolf. "I want to see him
alone. It's not easy for a king to see people alone."
"Well, you know whom I mean."
"Yes. No, he's gone; but he's gone to find you."
"To find me! Plague take it! How do you know that, my pretty
"Bauer told me."
"Ah, Bauer! And who's Bauer?"
"The man who knocked. Why did you shut him out?"
"To be alone with you, to be sure. So Bauer tells you his
She acknowledged his raillery with a coquettish laugh. It was not
amiss for the king to see that she had her admirers.
"Well, and where has this foolish count gone to meet me?" asked
"You haven't seen him?"
"No; I came straight from the Castle of Zenda."
"But," she cried, "he expected to find you at the hunting lodge.
Ah, but now I recollect! The Count of Rischenheim was greatly
vexed to find, on his return, that his cousin was gone."
"Ah, he was gone! Now I see! Rischenheim brought a message from
me to Count Rupert."
"And they missed one another, your Majesty?"
"Exactly, my dear young lady. Very vexatious it is, upon my
word!" In this remark, at least, Rudolf spoke no more and no
other than he felt. "But when do you expect the Count of
Hentzau?" he pursued.
"Early in the morning, your Majesty--at seven or eight."
Rudolf came nearer to her, and took a couple of gold coins from
"I don't want money, your Majesty," she murmured.
"Oh, make a hole in them and hang them round your neck."
"Ah, yes: yes, give them to me," she cried, holding out her hand
"You'll earn them?" he asked, playfully holding them out of her
"By being ready to open to me when I come at eleven and knock as
"Yes, I'll be there."
"And by telling nobody that I've been here to-night. Will you
promise me that?"
"Not my mother?"
"Nor the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim?"
"Him least of all. You must tell nobody. My business is very
private, and Rischenheim doesn't know it."
"I'll do all you tell me. But--but Bauer knows."
"True," said Rudolf. "Bauer knows. Well, we'll see about Bauer."
As he spoke he turned towards the door. Suddenly the girl bent,
snatched at his hand and kissed it.
"I would die for you," she murmured.
"Poor child!" said he gently. I believe he was loath to make
profit, even in the queen's service, of her poor foolish love. He
laid his hand on the door, but paused a moment to say:
"If Bauer comes, you have told me nothing. Mind, nothing! I
threatened you, but you told me nothing."
"He'll tell them you have been here."
"That can't be helped; at least they won't know when I shall
arrive again. Good-night."
Rudolf opened the door and slipped through, closing it hastily
behind him. If Bauer got back to the house, his visit must be
known; but if he could intercept Bauer, the girl's silence was
assured. He stood just outside, listening intently and searching
the darkness with eager eyes.
CHAPTER XI. WHAT THE CHANCELLOR'S WIFE SAW
THE night, so precious in its silence, solitude, and darkness,
was waning fast; soon the first dim approaches of day would be
visible; soon the streets would become alive and people be about.
Before then Rudolf Rassendyll, the man who bore a face that he
dared not show in open day, must be under cover; else men would
say that the king was in Strelsau, and the news would flash in a
few hours through the kingdom and (so Rudolf feared) reach even
those ears which we knew to be shut to all earthly sounds. But
there was still some time at Mr. Rassendyll's disposal, and he
could not spend it better than in pursuing his fight with Bauer.
Taking a leaf out of the rascal's own book, he drew himself back
into the shadow of the house walls and prepared to wait. At the
worst he could keep the fellow from communicating with
Rischenheim for a little longer, but his hope was that Bauer
would steal back after a while and reconnoitre with a view to
discovering how matters stood, whether the unwelcome visitor had
taken his departure and the way to Rischenheim were open.
Wrapping his scarf closely round his face, Rudolf waited,
patiently enduring the tedium as he best might, drenched by the
rain, which fell steadily, and very imperfectly sheltered from
the buffeting of the wind. Minutes went by; there were no signs
of Bauer nor of anybody else in the silent street. Yet Rudolf did
not venture to leave his post; Bauer would seize the opportunity
to slip in; perhaps Bauer had seen him come out, and was in his
turn waiting till the coast should be clear; or, again, perhaps
the useful spy had gone off to intercept Rupert of Hentzau, and
warn him of the danger in the Konigstrasse. Ignorant of the
truth and compelled to accept all these chances, Rudolf waited,
still watching the distant beginnings of dawning day, which must
soon drive him to his hiding-place again. Meanwhile my poor wife
waited also, a prey to every fear that a woman's sensitive mind
can imagine and feed upon.
Rudolf turned his head this way and that, seeking always the
darker blot of shadow that would mean a human being. For a while
his search was vain, but presently he found what he looked
for--ay, and even more. On the same side of the street, to his
left hand, from the direction of the station, not one, but three
blurred shapes moved up the street. They came stealthily, yet
quickly; with caution, but without pause or hesitation. Rudolf,
scenting danger, flattened himself close against the wall and
felt for his revolver. Very likely they were only early workers
or late revelers, but he was ready for something else; he had not
yet sighted Bauer, and action was to be looked for from the man.
By infinitely gradual sidelong slitherings he moved a few paces
from the door of Mother Holf's house, and stood six feet perhaps,
or eight, on the right-hand side of it. The three came on. He
strained his eyes in the effort to discern their features. In
that dim light certainty was impossible, but the one in the
middle might well be Bauer: the height, the walk, and the make
were much what Bauer's were. If it were Bauer, then Bauer had
friends, and Bauer and his friends seemed to be stalking some
game. Always most carefully and gradually Rudolf edged yet
farther from the little shop. At a distance of some five yards he
halted finally, drew out his revolver, covered the man whom he
took to be Bauer, and thus waited his fortune and his chance.
Now, it was plain that Bauer--for Bauer it was--would look for
one of two things: what he hoped was to find Rudolf still in the
house, what he feared was to be told that Rudolf, having
fulfilled the unknown purpose of his visit, was gone whole and
sound. If the latter tidings met him, these two good friends of
his whom he had enlisted for his reinforcement were to have five
crowns each and go home in peace; if the former, they were to do
their work and make ten crowns. Years after, one of them told me
the whole story without shame or reserve. What their work was,
the heavy bludgeons they carried and the long knife that one of
them had lent to Bauer showed pretty clearly.
But neither to Bauer nor to them did it occur that their quarry
might be crouching near, hunting as well as hunted. Not that the
pair of ruffians who had been thus hired would have hesitated for
that thought, as I imagine. For it is strange, yet certain, that
the zenith of courage and the acme of villainy can alike be
bought for the price of a lady's glove. Among such outcasts as
those from whom Bauer drew his recruits the murder of a man is
held serious only when the police are by, and death at the hands
of him they seek to kill is no more than an every-day risk of
"Here's the house," whispered Bauer, stopping at the door. "Now,
I'll knock, and you stand by to knock him on the head if he runs
out. He's got a six-shooter, so lose no time."
"He'll only fire it in heaven," growled a hoarse, guttural voice
that ended in a chuckle.
"But if he's gone?" objected the other auxiliary.
"Then I know where he's gone," answered Bauer. "Are you ready?"
A ruffian stood on either side of the door with uplifted
bludgeon. Bauer raised his hand to knock.
Rudolf knew that Rischenheim was within, and he feared that
Bauer, hearing that the stranger had gone, would take the
opportunity of telling the count of his visit. The count would,
in his turn, warn Rupert of Hentzau, and the work of catching the
ringleader would all fall to be done again. At no time did Mr.
Rassendyll take count of odds against him, but in this instance
he may well have thought himself, with his revolver, a match for
the three ruffians. At any rate, before Bauer had time to give
the signal, he sprang out suddenly from the wall and darted at
the fellow. His onset was so sudden that the other two fell back
a pace; Rudolf caught Bauer fairly by the throat. I do not
suppose that he meant to strangle him, but the anger, long stored
in his heart, found vent in the fierce grip of his fingers. It is
certain that Bauer thought his time was come, unless he struck a
blow for himself. Instantly he raised his hand and thrust
fiercely at Rudolf with his long knife. Mr. Rassendyll would have
been a dead man, had he not loosed his hold and sprung lightly
away. But Bauer sprang at him again, thrusting with the knife,
and crying to his associates,
"Club him, you fools, club him!"
Thus exhorted, one jumped forward. The moment for hesitation had
gone. In spite of the noise of wind and pelting rain, the sound
of a shot risked much; but not to fire was death. Rudolf fired
full at Bauer: the fellow saw his intention and tried to leap
behind one of his companions; he was just too late, and fell with
a groan to the ground.
Again the other ruffians shrank back, appalled by the sudden
ruthless decision of the act. Mr. Rassendyll laughed. A half
smothered yet uncontrolled oath broke from one of them. "By God!"
he whispered hoarsely, gazing at Rudolf's face and letting his
arm fall to his side. "My God!" he said then, and his mouth hung
open. Again Rudolf laughed at his terrified stare.
"A bigger job than you fancied, is it?" he asked, pushing his
scarf well away from his chin.
The man gaped at him; the other's eyes asked wondering questions,
but neither did he attempt to resume the attack. The first at
last found voice, and he said, "Well, it'd be damned cheap at ten
crowns, and that's the living truth."
His friend--or confederate rather, for such men have no
friends--looked on, still amazed.
"Take up that fellow by his head and his heels," ordered Rudolf.
"Quickly! I suppose you don't want the police to find us here
with him, do you? Well, no more do I. Lift him up."
As he spoke Rudolf turned to knock at the door of No. 19. But
even as he did so Bauer groaned. Dead perhaps he ought to have
been, but it seems to me that fate is always ready to take the
cream and leave the scum. His leap aside had served him well,
after all: he had nearly escaped scot free. As it was, the
bullet, almost missing his head altogether, had just glanced on
his temple as it passed; its impact had stunned, but not killed.
Friend Bauer was in unusual luck that night; I wouldn't have
taken a hundred to one about his chance of life. Rupert arrested
his hand. It would not do to leave Bauer at the house, if Bauer
were likely to regain speech. He stood for a moment, considering
what to do, but in an instant the thoughts that he tried to
gather were scattered again.
"The patrol! the patrol!" hoarsely whispered the fellow who had
not yet spoken. There was a sound of the hoofs of horses. Down
the street from the station end there appeared two mounted men.
Without a second moment's hesitation the two rascals dropped
their friend Bauer with a thud on the ground; one ran at his full
speed across the street, the other bolted no less quickly up the
Konigstrasse. Neither could afford to meet the constables; and
who could say what story this red-haired gentleman might tell,
ay, or what powers he might command?
But, in truth, Rudolf gave no thought to either his story or his
powers. If he were caught, the best he could hope would be to lie
in the lockup while Rupert played his game unmolested. The device
that he had employed against the amazed ruffians could be used
against lawful authority only as a last and desperate resort.
While he could run, run he would. In an instant he also took to
his heels, following the fellow who had darted up the
Konigstrasse. But before he had gone very far, coming to a
narrow turning, he shot down it; then he paused for a moment to
The patrol had seen the sudden dispersal of the group, and,
struck with natural suspicion, quickened pace. A few minutes
brought them where Bauer was. They jumped from their horses and
ran to him. He was unconscious, and could, of course, give them
no account of how he came to be in his present state. The fronts
of all the houses were dark, the doors shut; there was nothing to
connect the man stretched on the ground with either No. 19 or any
other dwelling. Moreover, the constables were not sure that the
sufferer was himself a meritorious object, for his hand still
held a long, ugly knife. They were perplexed: they were but two;
there was a wounded man to look after; there were three men to
pursue, and the three had fled in three separate directions. They
looked up at No. 19; No. 19 remained dark, quiet, absolutely
indifferent. The fugitives were out of sight. Rudolf Rassendyll,
hearing nothing, had started again on his way. But a minute later
he heard a shrill whistle. The patrol were summoning assistance;
the man must be carried to the station, and a report made; but
other constables might be warned of what had happened, and
despatched in pursuit of the culprits. Rudolf heard more than one
answering whistle; he broke into a run, looking for a turning on
the left that would take him back into the direction of my house,
but he found none. The narrow street twisted and curved in the
bewildering way that characterizes the old parts of the town.
Rudolf had spent some time once in Strelsau; but a king learns
little of back streets, and he was soon fairly puzzled as to his
whereabouts. Day was dawning, and he began to meet people here
and there. He dared run no more, even had his breath lasted him;
winding the scarf about his face, and cramming his hat over his
forehead again, he fell into an easy walk, wondering whether he
could venture to ask his way, relieved to find no signs that he
was being pursued, trying to persuade himself that Bauer, though
not dead, was at least incapable of embarrassing disclosures;
above all, conscious of the danger of his tell-tale face, and of
the necessity of finding some shelter before the city was all
stirring and awake.
At this moment he heard horses' hoofs behind him. He was now at
the end of the street, where it opened on the square in which the
barracks stand. He knew his bearings now, and, had he not been
interrupted, could have been back to safe shelter in my house in
twenty minutes. But, looking back, he saw the figure of a mounted
constable just coming into sight behind him. The man seemed to
see Rudolf, for he broke into a quick trot. Mr. Rassendyll's
position was critical; this fact alone accounts for the dangerous
step into which he allowed himself to be forced. Here he was, a
man unable to give account of himself, of remarkable appearance,
and carrying a revolver, of which one barrel was discharged. And
there was Bauer, a wounded man, shot by somebody with a revolver,
a quarter of an hour before. Even to be questioned was dangerous;
to be detained meant ruin to the great business that engaged his
energies. For all he knew, the patrol had actually sighted him as
he ran. His fears were not vain; for the constable raised his
voice, crying, "Hi, sir--you there--stop a minute!"
Resistance was the one thing worse than to yield. Wit, and not
force, must find escape this time. Rudolf stopped, looking round
again with a surprised air. Then he drew himself up with an
assumption of dignity, and waited for the constable. If that last
card must be played, he would win the hand with it.
"Well, what do you want?" he asked coldly, when the man was a few
yards from him; and, as he spoke, he withdrew the scarf almost
entirely from his features, keeping it only over his chin. "You
call very peremptorily," he continued, staring contemptuously.
"What's your business with me?"
With a violent start, the sergeant--for such the star on his
collar and the lace on his cuff proclaimed him--leant forward in
the saddle to look at the man whom he had hailed. Rudolf said
nothing and did not move. The man's eyes studied his face
intently. Then he sat bolt upright and saluted, his face dyed to
a deep red in his sudden confusion.
"And why do you salute me now?" asked Rudolf in a mocking tone.
"First you hunt me, then you salute me. By Heaven, I don't know
why you put yourself out at all about me!"
"I--I--" the fellow stuttered. Then trying a fresh start, he
stammered, "Your Majesty, I didn't know--I didn't suppose--"
Rudolf stepped towards him with a quick, decisive tread.
"And why do you call me 'Your Majesty'?" he asked, still
"It--it--isn't it your Majesty?"
Rudolf was close by him now, his hand on the horse's neck.
He looked up into the sergeant's face with steady eyes, saying:
"You make a mistake, my friend. I am not the king."
"You are not--?" stuttered the bewildered fellow.
"By no means. And, sergeant--?"
"Sir, you mean."
"A zealous officer, sergeant, can make no greater mistake than to
take for the king a gentleman who is not the king. It might
injure his prospects, since the king, not being here, mightn't
wish to have it supposed that he was here. Do you follow me,
The man said nothing, but stared hard. After a moment Rudolf
"In such a case," said he, "a discreet officer would not trouble
the gentleman any more, and would be very careful not to mention
that he had made such a silly mistake. Indeed, if questioned, he
would answer without hesitation that he hadn't seen anybody even
like the king, much less the king himself."
A doubtful, puzzled little smile spread under the sergeant's
"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.
"It's certainly impossible, sir," said he, smiling more broadly.
"Absolutely. And therefore impossible also that you should have
seen him." With this Rudolf took a gold piece from his pocket and
handed it to the sergeant. The fellow took it with something like
"As for you, you've searched here and found nobody," concluded
Mr. Rassendyll. "So hadn't you better at once search somewhere
"Without doubt, sir," said the sergeant, and with the most
deferential salute, and another confidential smile, he turned and
rode back by the way he had come. No doubt he wished that he
could meet a gentleman who was--not the king--every morning of
his life. It hardly need be said that all idea of connecting the
gentleman with the crime committed in the Konigstrasse had
vanished from his mind. Thus Rudolf won freedom from the man's
interference, but at a dangerous cost--how dangerous he did not
know. It was indeed most impossible that the king could be in
He lost no time now in turning his steps towards his refuge. It
was past five o'clock, day came quickly, and the streets began to
be peopled by men and women on their way to open stalls or to buy
in the market. Rudolf crossed the square at a rapid walk, for he
was afraid of the soldiers who were gathering for early duty
opposite to the barracks. Fortunately he passed by them
unobserved, and gained the comparative seclusion of the street in
which my house stands, without encountering any further
difficulties. In truth, he was almost in safety; but bad luck was
now to have its turn. When Mr. Rassendyll was no more than fifty
yards from my door, a carriage suddenly drove up and stopped a
few paces in front of him. The footman sprang down and opened the
door. Two ladies got out; they were dressed in evening costume,
and were returning from a ball. One was middle-aged, the other
young and rather pretty. They stood for a moment on the pavement,
the younger saying:
"Isn't it pleasant, mother? I wish I could always be up at five
"My dear, you wouldn't like it for long," answered the elder.
"It's very nice for a change, but--"
She stopped abruptly. Her eye had fallen on Rudolf Rassendyll. He
knew her: she was no less a person than the wife of Helsing the
chancellor; his was the house at which the carriage had stopped.
The trick that had served with the sergeant of police would not
do now. She knew the king too well to believe that she could be
mistaken about him; she was too much of a busybody to be content
to pretend that she was mistaken.
"Good gracious!" she whispered loudly, and, catching her
daughter's arm, she murmured, "Heavens, my dear, it's the king!"
Rudolf was caught. Not only the ladies, but their servants were
looking at him.
Flight was impossible. He walked by them. The ladies curtseyed,
the servants bowed bare-headed. Rudolf touched his hat and bowed
slightly in return. He walked straight on towards my house; they
were watching him, and he knew it. Most heartily did he curse the
untimely hours to which folks keep up their dancing, but he
thought that a visit to my house would afford as plausible an
excuse for his presence as any other. So he went on, surveyed by
the wondering ladies, and by the servants who, smothering smiles,
asked one another what brought his Majesty abroad in such a
plight (for Rudolf's clothes were soaked and his boots muddy), at
such an hour--and that in Strelsau, when all the world thought he
was at Zenda.
Rudolf reached my house. Knowing that he was watched he had
abandoned all intention of giving the signal agreed on between my
wife and himself and of making his way in through the window.
Such a sight would indeed have given the excellent Baroness von
Helsing matter for gossip! It was better to let every servant in
my house see his open entrance. But, alas, virtue itself
sometimes leads to ruin. My dearest Helga, sleepless and watchful
in the interest of her mistress, was even now behind the shutter,
listening with all her ears and peering through the chinks. No
sooner did Rudolf's footsteps become audible than she cautiously
unfastened the shutter, opened the window, put her pretty head
out, and called softly: "All's safe! Come in!"
The mischief was done then, for the faces of Helsing's wife and
daughter, ay, and the faces of Helsing's servants, were intent on
this most strange spectacle. Rudolf, turning his head over his
shoulder, saw them; a moment later poor Helga saw them also.
Innocent and untrained in controlling her feelings, she gave a
shrill little cry of dismay, and hastily drew back. Rudolf looked
round again. The ladies had retreated to the cover of the porch,
but he still saw their eager faces peering from between the
pillars that supported it.
"I may as well go in now," said Rudolf, and in he sprang. There
was a merry smile on his face as he ran forward to meet Helga,
who leant against the table, pale and agitated.
"They saw you?" she gasped.
"Undoubtedly," said he. Then his sense of amusement conquered
everything else, and he sat down in a chair, laughing.
"I'd give my life," said he, "to hear the story that the
chancellor will be waked up to hear in a minute or two from now!"
But a moment's thought made him grave again. For whether he were
the king or Rudolf Rassendyll, he knew that my wife's name was in
equal peril. Knowing this, he stood at nothing to serve her. He
turned to her and spoke quickly.
"You must rouse one of the servants at once. Send him round to
the chancellor's and tell the chancellor to come here directly.
No, write a note. Say the king has come by appointment to see
Fritz on some private business, but that Fritz has not kept the
appointment, and that the king must now see the chancellor at
once. Say there's not a moment to lose."
She was looking at him with wondering eyes.
"Don't you see," he said, "if I can impose on Helsing, I may stop
those women's tongues? If nothing's done, how long do you suppose
it'll be before all Strelsau knows that Fritz von Tarlenheim's
wife let the king in at the window at five o'clock in the
"I don't understand," murmured poor Helga in bewilderment.
"No, my dear lady, but for Heaven's sake do what I ask of you.
It's the only chance now."
"I'll do it," she said, and sat down to write.
Thus it was that, hard on the marvelous tidings which, as I
conjecture, the Baroness von Helsing poured into her husband's
drowsy ears, came an imperative summons that the chancellor
should wait on the king at the house of Fritz von Tarlenheim.
Truly we had tempted fate too far by bringing Rudolf Rassendyll
again to Strelsau.
CHAPTER XII. BEFORE THEM ALL!
GREAT as was the risk and immense as were the difficulties
created by the course which Mr. Rassendyll adopted, I cannot
doubt that he acted for the best in the light of the information
which he possessed. His plan was to disclose himself in the
character of the king to Helsing, to bind him to secrecy, and
make him impose the same obligation on his wife, daughter, and
servants. The chancellor was to be quieted with the excuse of
urgent business, and conciliated by a promise that he should know
its nature in the course of a few hours; meanwhile an appeal to
his loyalty must suffice to insure obedience. If all went well in
the day that had now dawned, by the evening of it the letter
would be destroyed, the queen's peril past, and Rudolf once more
far away from Strelsau. Then enough of the truth--no more--must
be disclosed. Helsing would be told the story of Rudolf
Rassendyll and persuaded to hold his tongue about the
harum-scarum Englishman (we are ready to believe much of an
Englishman) having been audacious enough again to play the king
in Strelsau. The old chancellor was a very good fellow, and I do
not think that Rudolf did wrong in relying upon him. Where he
miscalculated was, of course, just where he was ignorant. The
whole of what the queen's friends, ay, and the queen herself, did
in Strelsau, became useless and mischievous by reason of the
king's death; their action must have been utterly different, had
they been aware of that catastrophe; but their wisdom must be
judged only according to their knowledge.
In the first place, the chancellor himself showed much good
sense. Even before he obeyed the king's summons he sent for the
two servants and charged them, on pain of instant dismissal and
worse things to follow, to say nothing of what they had seen. His
commands to his wife and daughter were more polite, doubtless,
but no less peremptory. He may well have supposed that the king's
business was private as well as important when it led his Majesty
to be roaming the streets of Strelsau at a moment when he was
supposed to be at the Castle of Zenda, and to enter a friend's
house by the window at such untimely hours. The mere facts were
eloquent of secrecy. Moreover, the king had shaved his beard--the
ladies were sure of it--and this, again, though it might be
merely an accidental coincidence, was also capable of signifying
a very urgent desire to be unknown. So the chancellor, having
given his orders, and being himself aflame with the liveliest
curiosity, lost no time in obeying the king's commands, and
arrived at my house before six o'clock.
When the visitor was announced Rudolf was upstairs, having a bath
and some breakfast. Helga had learnt her lesson well enough to
entertain the visitor until Rudolf appeared. She was full of
apologies for my absence, protesting that she could in no way
explain it; neither could she so much as conjecture what was the
king's business with her husband. She played the dutiful wife
whose virtue was obedience, whose greatest sin would be an
indiscreet prying into what it was not her part to know.
"I know no more," she said, "than that Fritz wrote to me to
expect the king and him at about five o'clock, and to be ready to
let them in by the window, as the king did not wish the servants
to be aware of his presence."
The king came and greeted Helsing most graciously. The tragedy
and comedy of these busy days were strangely mingled; even now I
can hardly help smiling when I picture Rudolf, with grave lips,
but that distant twinkle in his eye (I swear he enjoyed the
sport), sitting down by the old chancellor in the darkest corner
of the room, covering him with flattery, hinting at most strange
things, deploring a secret obstacle to immediate confidence,
promising that to-morrow, at latest, he would seek the advice of
the wisest and most tried of his counselors, appealing to the
chancellor's loyalty to trust him till then. Helsing, blinking
through his spectacles, followed with devout attention the long
narrative that told nothing, and the urgent exhortation that
masked a trick. His accents were almost broken with emotion as he
put himself absolutely at the king's disposal, and declared that
he could answer for the discretion of his family and household as
completely as for his own.
"Then you're a very lucky man, my dear chancellor," said Rudolf,
with a sigh which seemed to hint that the king in his palace was
not so fortunate. Helsing was immensely pleased. He was all agog
to go and tell his wife how entirely the king trusted to her
honor and silence.
There was nothing that Rudolf more desired than to be relieved of
the excellent old fellow's presence; but, well aware of the
supreme importance of keeping him in a good temper, he would not
hear of his departure for a few minutes.
"At any rate, the ladies won't talk till after breakfast, and
since they got home only at five o'clock they won't breakfast yet
awhile," said he.
So he made Helsing sit down, and talked to him. Rudolf had not
failed to notice that the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim had been a
little surprised at the sound of his voice; in this conversation
he studiously kept his tones low, affecting a certain weakness
and huskiness such as he had detected in the king's utterances,
as he listened behind the curtain in Sapt's room at the castle.
The part was played as completely and triumphantly as in the old
days when he ran the gauntlet of every eye in Strelsau. Yet if he
had not taken such pains to conciliate old Helsing, but had let
him depart, he might not have found himself driven to a greater
and even more hazardous deception.
They were conversing together alone. My wife had been prevailed
on by Rudolf to lie down in her room for an hour. Sorely needing
rest, she had obeyed him, having first given strict orders that
no member of the household should enter the room where the two
were except on an express summons. Fearing suspicion, she and
Rudolf had agreed that it was better to rely on these injunctions
than to lock the door again as they had the night before.
But while these things passed at my house, the queen and
Bernenstein were on their way to Strelsau. Perhaps, had Sapt been
at Zenda, his powerful influence might have availed to check the
impulsive expedition; Bernenstein had no such authority, and
could only obey the queen's peremptory orders and pathetic
prayers. Ever since Rudolf Rassendyll left her, three years
before, she had lived in stern self-repression, never her true
self, never for a moment able to be or to do what every hour her
heart urged on her. How are these things done? I doubt if a man
lives who could do them; but women live who do them. Now his
sudden coming, and the train of stirring events that accompanied
it, his danger and hers, his words and her enjoyment of his
presence, had all worked together to shatter her self-control;
and the strange dream, heightening the emotion which was its own
cause, left her with no conscious desire save to be near Mr.
Rassendyll, and scarcely with a fear except for his safety. As
they journeyed her talk was all of his peril, never of the
disaster which threatened herself, and which we were all striving
with might and main to avert from her head. She traveled alone
with Bernenstein, getting rid of the lady who attended her by
some careless pretext, and she urged on him continually to bring
her as speedily as might be to Mr. Rassendyll. I cannot find much
blame for her. Rudolf stood for all the joy in her life, and
Rudolf had gone to fight with the Count of Hentzau. What wonder
that she saw him, as it were, dead? Yet still she would have it
that, in his seeming death, all men hailed him for their king.
Well, it was her love that crowned him.
As they reached the city, she grew more composed, being persuaded
by Bernenstein that nothing in her bearing must rouse suspicion.
Yet she was none the less resolved to seek Mr. Rassendyll at
once. In truth, she feared even then to find him dead, so strong
was the hold of her dream on her; until she knew that he was
alive she could not rest. Bernenstein, fearful that the strain
would kill her, or rob her of reason, promised everything; and
declared, with a confidence which he did not feel, that beyond
doubt Mr. Rassendyll was alive and well.
"But where--where?" she cried eagerly, with clasped hands.
"We're most likely, madam, to find him at Fritz von
Tarlenheim's," answered the lieutenant. "He would wait there till
the time came to attack Rupert, or, if the thing is over, he will
have returned there."
"Then let us drive there at once," she urged.
Bernenstein, however, persuaded her to go to the palace first and
let it be known there that she was going to pay a visit to my
wife. She arrived at the palace at eight o'clock, took a cup of
chocolate, and then ordered her carriage. Bernenstein alone
accompanied her when she set out for my house about nine. He was,
by now, hardly less agitated than the queen herself.
In her entire preoccupation with Mr. Rassendyll, she gave little
thought to what might have happened at the hunting lodge; but
Bernenstein drew gloomy auguries from the failure of Sapt and
myself to return at the proper time. Either evil had befallen us,
or the letter had reached the king before we arrived at the
lodge; the probabilities seemed to him to be confined to these
alternatives. Yet when he spoke in this strain to the queen, he
could get from her nothing except, "If we can find Mr.
Rassendyll, he will tell us what to do."
Thus, then, a little after nine in the morning the queen's
carriage drove up to my door. The ladies of the chancellor's
family had enjoyed a very short night's rest, for their heads
came bobbing out of window the moment the wheels were heard; many
people were about now, and the crown on the panels attracted the
usual small crowd of loiterers. Bernenstein sprang out and gave
his hand to the queen. With a hasty slight bow to the onlookers,
she hastened up the two or three steps of the porch, and with her
own hand rang the bell. Inside, the carriage had just been
observed. My wife's waiting-maid ran hastily to her mistress;
Helga was lying on her bed; she rose at once, and after a few
moments of necessary preparations (or such preparations as seem
to ladies necessary, however great the need of haste may be)
hurried downstairs to receive her Majesty--and to warn her
Majesty. She was too late. The door was already open. The butler
and the footman both had run to it, and thrown it open for the
queen. As Helga reached the foot of the stairs, her Majesty was
just entering the room where Rudolf was, the servants attending
her, and Bernenstein standing behind, his helmet in his hand.
Rudolf and the chancellor had been continuing their conversation.
To avoid the observations of passers-by (for the interior of the
room is easy to see from the street), the blind had been drawn
down, and the room was in deep shadow. They had heard the wheels,
but neither of them dreamt that the visitor could be the queen.
It was an utter surprise to them when, without their orders, the
door was suddenly flung open. The chancellor, slow of movement,
and not, if I may say it, over-quick of brain, sat in his corner
for half a minute or more before he rose to his feet. On the
other hand, Rudolf Rassendyll was the best part of the way across
the room in an instant. Helga was at the door now, and she thrust
her head round young Bernenstein's broad shoulders. Thus she saw
what happened. The queen, forgetting the servants, and not
observing Helsing--seeming indeed to stay for nothing, and to
think of nothing, but to have her thoughts and heart filled with
the sight of the man she loved and the knowledge of his
safety--met him as he ran towards her, and, before Helga, or
Bernenstein, or Rudolf himself, could stay her or conceive what
she was about to do, caught both his hands in hers with an
intense grasp, crying:
"Rudolf, you're safe! Thank God, oh, thank God!" and she carried
his hands to her lips and kissed them passionately.
A moment of absolute silence followed, dictated in the servants
by decorum, in the chancellor by consideration, in Helga and
Bernenstein by utter consternation. Rudolf himself also was
silent, but whether from bewilderment or an emotion answering to
hers, I know not. Either it might well be. The stillness struck
her. She looked up in his eyes; she looked round the room and saw
Helsing, now bowing profoundly from the corner; she turned her
head with a sudden frightened jerk, and glanced at my motionless
deferential servants. Then it came upon her what she had done.
She gave a quick gasp for breath, and her face, always pale, went
white as marble. Her features set in a strange stiffness, and
suddenly she reeled where she stood, and fell forward. Only
Rudolf's hand bore her up. Thus for a moment, too short to
reckon, they stood. Then he, a smile of great love and pity
coming on his lips, drew her to him, and passing his arm about
her waist, thus supported her. Then, smiling still, he looked
down on her, and said in a low tone, yet distinct enough for all
"All is well, dearest."
My wife gripped Bernenstein's arm, and he turned to find her
pale-faced too, with quivering lips and shining eyes. But the
eyes had a message, and an urgent one, for him. He read it; he
knew that it bade him second what Rudolf Rassendyll had done. He
came forward and approached Rudolf; then he fell on one knee, and
kissed Rudolf's left hand that was extended to him.
"I'm very glad to see you, Lieutenant von Bernenstein," said
For a moment the thing was done, ruin averted, and safety
secured. Everything had been at stake; that there was such a man
as Rudolf Rassendyll might have been disclosed; that he had once
filled the king's throne was a high secret which they were
prepared to trust to Helsing under stress of necessity; but there
remained something which must be hidden at all costs, and which
the queen's passionate exclamation had threatened to expose.
There was a Rudolf Rassendyll, and he had been king; but, more
than all this, the queen loved him and he the queen. That could
be told to none, not even to Helsing; for Helsing, though he
would not gossip to the town, would yet hold himself bound to
carry the matter to the king. So Rudolf chose to take any future
difficulties rather than that present and certain disaster.
Sooner than entail it on her he loved, he claimed for himself the
place of her husband and the name of king. And she, clutching at
the only chance that her act left, was content to have it so. It
may be that for an instant her weary, tortured brain found sweet
rest in the dim dream that so it was, for she let her head lie
there on his breast and her eyes closed, her face looking very
peaceful, and a soft little sigh escaping in pleasure from her
But every moment bore its peril and exacted its effort. Rudolf
led the queen to a couch, and then briefly charged the servants
not to speak of his presence for a few hours. As they had no
doubt perceived, said he, from the queen's agitation, important
business was on foot; it demanded his presence in Strelsau, but
required also that his presence should not be known. A short time
would free them from the obligation which he now asked of their
loyalty. When they had withdrawn, bowing obedience, he turned to
Helsing, pressed his hand warmly, reiterated his request for
silence, and said that he would summon the chancellor to his
presence again later in the day, either where he was or at the
palace. Then he bade all withdraw and leave him alone for a
little with the queen. He was obeyed; but Helsing had hardly left
the house when Rudolf called Bernenstein back, and with him my
wife. Helga hastened to the queen, who was still sorely agitated;
Rudolf drew Bernenstein aside, and exchanged with him all their
news. Mr. Rassendyll was much disturbed at finding that no
tidings had come from Colonel Sapt and myself, but his
apprehension was greatly increased on learning the untoward
accident by which the king himself had been at the lodge the
night before. Indeed, he was utterly in the dark; where the king
was, where Rupert, where we were, he did not know. And he was
here in Strelsau, known as the king to half a dozen people or
more, protected only by their promises, liable at any moment to
be exposed by the coming of the king himself, or even by a
message from him.
Yet, in face of all perplexities, perhaps even the more because
of the darkness in which he was enveloped, Rudolf held firm to
his purpose. There were two things that seemed plain. If Rupert
had escaped the trap and was still alive with the letter on him,
Rupert must be found; here was the first task. That accomplished,
there remained for Rudolf himself nothing save to disappear as
quietly and secretly as he had come, trusting that his presence
could be concealed from the man whose name he had usurped. Nay,
if need were, the king must be told that Rudolf Rassendyll had
played a trick on the chancellor, and, having enjoyed his
pleasure, was gone again. Everything could, in the last resort,
be told, save that which touched the queen's honor.
At this moment the message which I despatched from the station at
Hofbau reached my house. There was a knock at the door.
Bernenstein opened it and took the telegram, which was addressed
to my wife. I had written all that I dared to trust to such a
means of communication, and here it is:
"I am coming to Strelsau. The king will not leave the lodge
to-day. The count came, but left before we arrived. I do not know
whether he has gone to Strelsau. He gave no news to the king."
"Then they didn't get him!" cried Bernenstein in deep
"No, but he gave no news to the king," said Rudolf triumphantly.
They were all standing now round the queen, who sat on the couch.
She seemed very faint and weary, but at peace. It was enough for
her that Rudolf fought and planned for her.
"And see this," Rudolf went on. "'The king will not leave the
lodge to-day.' Thank God, then, we have to-day!"
"Yes, but where's Rupert?"
"We shall know in an hour, if he's in Strelsau," and Mr.
Rassendyll looked as though it would please him well to find
Rupert in Strelsau. "Yes, I must seek him. I shall stand at
nothing to find him. If I can only get to him as the king, then
I'll be the king. We have to-day!"
My message put them in heart again, although it left so much
still unexplained. Rudolf turned to the queen.
"Courage, my queen," said he. "A few hours now will see an end of
all our dangers."
"And then?" she asked.
"Then you'll be safe and at rest," said he, bending over her and
speaking softly. "And I shall be proud in the knowledge of having
"I must go," Helga heard him whisper as he bent lower still, and
she and Bernenstein moved away.
CHAPTER XIII. A KING UP HIS SLEEVE
The tall handsome girl was taking down the shutters from the shop
front at No. 19 in the Konigstrasse. She went about her work
languidly enough, but there was a tinge of dusky red on her
cheeks and her eyes were brightened by some suppressed
excitement. Old Mother Holf, leaning against the counter, was
grumbling angrily because Bauer did not come. Now it was not
likely that Bauer would come just yet, for he was still in the
infirmary attached to the police-cells, where a couple of doctors
were very busy setting him on his legs again. The old woman knew
nothing of this, but only that he had gone the night before to
reconnoitre; where he was to play the spy she did not know, on
whom perhaps she guessed.
"You're sure he never came back?" she asked her daughter.
"He never came back that I saw," answered the girl. "And I was on
the watch with my lamp here in the shop till it grew light."
"He's twelve hours gone now, and never a message! Ay, and Count
Rupert should be here soon, and he'll be in a fine taking if
Bauer's not back."
The girl made no answer; she had finished her task and stood in
the doorway, looking out on the street. It was past eight, and
many people were about, still for the most part humble folk; the
more comfortably placed would not be moving for an hour or two
yet. In the road the traffic consisted chiefly of country carts
and wagons, bringing in produce for the day's victualling of the
great city. The girl watched the stream, but her thoughts were
occupied with the stately gentleman who had come to her by night
and asked a service of her. She had heard the revolver shot
outside; as it sounded she had blown out her lamp, and there
behind the door in the dark had heard the swiftly retreating feet
of the fugitives and, a little later, the arrival of the patrol.
Well, the patrol would not dare to touch the king; as for Bauer,
let him be alive or dead: what cared she, who was the king's
servant, able to help the king against his enemies? If Bauer were
the king's enemy, right glad would she be to hear that the rogue
was dead. How finely the king had caught him by the neck and
thrown him out! She laughed to think how little her mother knew
the company she had kept that night.
The row of country carts moved slowly by. One or two stopped
before the shop, and the carters offered vegetables for sale. The
old woman would have nothing to say to them, but waved them on
irritably. Three had thus stopped and again proceeded, and an
impatient grumble broke from the old lady as a fourth, a covered
wagon, drew up before the door.
"We don't want anything: go on, go on with you!" she cried
The carter got down from his seat without heeding her, and walked
round to the back.
"Here you are, sir," he cried. "Nineteen, Konigstrasse."
A yawn was heard, and the long sigh a man gives as he stretches
himself in the mingled luxury and pain of an awakening after
sound refreshing sleep.
"All right; I'll get down," came in answer from inside.
"Ah, it's the count!" said the old lady to her daughter in
satisfied tones. "What will he say, though, about that rogue
Rupert of Hentzau put his head out from under the wagon-tilt,
looked up and down the street, gave the carter a couple of
crowns, leapt down, and ran lightly across the pavement into the
little shop. The wagon moved on.
"A lucky thing I met him," said Rupert cheerily. "The wagon hid
me very well; and handsome as my face is, I can't let Strelsau
enjoy too much of it just now. Well, mother, what cheer? And you,
my pretty, how goes it with you?" He carelessly brushed the
girl's cheek with the glove that he had drawn off. "Faith,
though, I beg your pardon." he added a moment later, "the glove's
not clean enough for that," and he looked at his buff glove,
which was stained with patches of dull rusty brown.
"It's all as when you left, Count Rupert," said Mother Holf,
"except that that rascal Bauer went out last night--"
"That's right enough. But hasn't he returned?"
"No, not yet."
"Hum. No signs of--anybody else?" His look defined the vague
The old woman shook her head. The girl turned away to hide a
smile. "Anybody else" meant the king, so she suspected. Well,
they should hear nothing from her. The king himself had charged
her to be silent.
"But Rischenheim has come, I suppose?" pursued Rupert.
"Oh, yes; he came, my lord, soon after you went. He wears his arm
in a sling."
"Ah!" cried Rupert in sudden excitement. "As I guessed! The
devil! If only I could do everything myself, and not have to
trust to fools and bunglers! Where's the count?"
"Why, in the attic. You know the way."
"True. But I want some breakfast, mother."
"Rosa shall serve you at once, my lord."
The girl followed Rupert up the narrow crazy staircase of the
tall old house. They passed three floors, all uninhabited; a last
steep flight that brought them right under the deep arched roof.
Rupert opened a door that stood at the top of the stairs, and,
followed still by Rosa with her mysterious happy smile, entered a
long narrow room. The ceiling, high in the centre, sloped rapidly
down on either side, so that at door and window it was little
more than six feet above the floor. There was an oak table and a
few chairs; a couple of iron bedsteads stood by the wall near the
window. One was empty; the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim lay on the
other, fully dressed, his right arm supported in a sling of black
silk. Rupert paused on the threshold, smiling at his cousin; the
girl passed on to a high press or cupboard, and, opening it, took
out plates, glasses, and the other furniture of the table.
Rischenheim sprang up and ran across the room.
"What news?" he cried eagerly. "You escaped them, Rupert?"
"It appears so," said Rupert airily; and, advancing into the
room, he threw himself into a chair, tossing his hat on to the
"It appears that I escaped, although some fool's stupidity nearly
made an end of me." Rischenheim flushed.
"I'll tell you about that directly," he said, glancing at the
girl who had put some cold meat and a bottle of wine on the
table, and was now completing the preparations for Rupert's meal
in a very leisurely fashion.
"Had I nothing to do but to look at pretty faces--which, by
Heaven, I wish heartily were the case--I would beg you to stay,"
said Rupert, rising and making her a profound bow.
"I've no wish to hear what doesn't concern me," she retorted
"What a rare and blessed disposition!" said he, holding the door
for her and bowing again.
"I know what I know," she cried to him triumphantly from the
landing. "Maybe you'd give something to know it too, Count
"It's very likely, for, by Heaven, girls know wonderful things!"
smiled Rupert; but he shut the door and came quickly back to the
table, now frowning again. "Come, tell me, how did they make a
fool of you, or why did you make a fool of me, cousin?"
While Rischenheim related how he had been trapped and tricked at
the Castle of Zenda, Rupert of Hentzau made a very good
breakfast. He offered no interruption and no comments, but when
Rudolf Rassendyll came into the story he looked up for an instant
with a quick jerk of his head and a sudden light in his eyes. The
end of Rischenheim's narrative found him tolerant and smiling
"Ah, well, the snare was cleverly set," he said. "I don't wonder
you fell into it."
"And now you? What happened to you?" asked Rischenheim eagerly.
"I? Why, having your message which was not your message, I obeyed
your directions which were not your directions."
"You went to the lodge "
"And you found Sapt there?--Anybody else?"
"Why, not Sapt at all."
"Not Sapt? But surely they laid a trap for you?"
"Very possibly, but the jaws didn't bite." Rupert crossed his
legs and lit a cigarette.
"But what did you find?"
"I? I found the king's forester, and the king's boar-hound,
and--well, I found the king himself, too."
"The king at the lodge?"
"You weren't so wrong as you thought, were you?"
"But surely Sapt, or Bernenstein, or some one was with him?"
"As I tell you, his forester and his boar-hound. No other man or
beast, on my honor."
"Then you gave him the letter?" cried Rischenheim, trembling with
"Alas, no, my dear cousin. I threw the box at him, but I don't
think he had time to open it. We didn't get to that stage of the
conversation at which I had intended to produce the letter."
"But why not--why not?"
Rupert rose to his feet, and, coming just opposite to where
Rischenheim sat, balanced himself on his heels, and looked down
at his cousin, blowing the ash from his cigarette and smiling
"Have you noticed," he asked, "that my coat's torn?"
"I see it is."
"Yes. The boar-hound tried to bite me, cousin. And the forester
would have stabbed me. And--well, the king wanted to shoot me."
"Yes, yes! For God's sake, what happened?"
"Well, they none of them did what they wanted. That's what
happened, dear cousin."
Rischenheim was staring at him now with wide-opened eyes. Rupert
smiled down on him composedly.
"Because, you see," he added, "Heaven helped me. So that, my dear
cousin, the dog will bite no more, and the forester will stab no
more. Surely the country is well rid of them?"
A silence followed. Then Rischenheim, leaning forward, said in a
low whisper, as though afraid to hear his own question:
"And the king?"
"The king? Well, the king will shoot no more."
For a moment Rischenheim, still leaning forward, gazed at his
cousin. Then he sank slowly back into his chair.
"My God!" he murmured: "my God!"
"The king was a fool," said Rupert. "Come, I'll tell you a little
more about it." He drew a chair up and seated himself in it.
While he talked Rischenheim seemed hardly to listen. The story
gained in effect from the contrast of Rupert's airy telling; his
companion's pale face and twitching hands tickled his fancy to
more shameless jesting. But when he had finished, he gave a pull
to his small smartly-curled moustache and said with a sudden
"After all, though, it's a serious matter."
Rischenheim was appalled at the issue. His cousin's influence had
been strong enough to lead him into the affair of the letter; he
was aghast to think how Rupert's reckless dare-deviltry had led
on from stage to stage till the death of a king seemed but an
incident in his schemes. He sprang suddenly to his feet, crying:
"But we must fly--we must fly!"
"No, we needn't fly. Perhaps we'd better go, but we needn't fly."
"But when it becomes known?" He broke off and then cried:
"Why did you tell me? Why did you come back here?"
"Well, I told you because it was interesting, and I came back
here because I had no money to go elsewhere."
"I would have sent money."
"I find that I get more when I ask in person. Besides, is
"I'll have no more to do with it."
"Ah, my dear cousin, you despond too soon. The good king has
unhappily gone from us, but we still have our dear queen. We have
also, by the kindness of Heaven, our dear queen's letter."
"I'll have no more to do with it."
"Your neck feeling--?" Rupert delicately imitated the putting of
a noose about a man's throat.
Rischenheim rose suddenly and flung the window open wide.
"I'm suffocated," he muttered with a sullen frown, avoiding
"Where's Rudolf Rassendyll?" asked Rupert. "Have you heard of
"No, I don't know where he is."
"We must find that out, I think."
Rischenheim turned abruptly on him.
"I had no hand in this thing," he said, "and I'll have no more to
do with it. I was not there. What did I know of the king being
there? I'm not guilty of it: on my soul, I know nothing of it."
"That's all very true," nodded Rupert.
"Rupert," cried he, "let me go, let me alone. If you want money,
I'll give it to you. For God's sake take it, and get out of
"I'm ashamed to beg, my dear cousin, but in fact I want a little
money until I can contrive to realize my valuable property. Is it
safe, I wonder? Ah, yes, here it is."
He drew from his inner pocket the queen's letter. "Now if the
king hadn't been a fool!" he murmured regretfully, as he regarded
Then he walked across to the window and looked out; he could not
himself be seen from the street, and nobody was visible at the
windows opposite. Men and women passed to and fro on their daily
labors or pleasures; there was no unusual stir in the city.
Looking over the roofs, Rupert could see the royal standard
floating in the wind over the palace and the barracks. He took
out his watch; Rischenheim imitated his action; it was ten
minutes to ten.
"Rischenheim," he called, "come here a moment. Here--look out."
Rischenheim obeyed, and Rupert let him look for a minute or two
before speaking again.
"Do you see anything remarkable?" he asked then.
"No, nothing," answered Rischenheim, still curt and sullen in his
"Well, no more do I. And that's very odd. For don't you think
that Sapt or some other of her Majesty's friends must have gone
to the lodge last night?"
"They meant to, I swear," said Rischenheim with sudden attention.
"Then they would have found the king. There's a telegraph wire at
Hofbau, only a few miles away. And it's ten o'clock. My cousin,
why isn't Strelsau mourning for our lamented king? Why aren't the
flags at half-mast? I don't understand it."
"No," murmured Rischenheim, his eyes now fixed on his cousin's
Rupert broke into a smile and tapped his teeth with his fingers.
"I wonder," said he meditatively, "if that old player Sapt has
got a king up his sleeve again! If that were so--" He stopped and
seemed to fall into deep thought. Rischenheim did not interrupt
him, but stood looking now at him, now out of the window. Still
there was no stir in the streets, and still the standards floated
at the summit of the flag staffs. The king's death was not yet
known in Strelsau.
"Where's Bauer?" asked Rupert suddenly. "Where the plague can
Bauer be? He was my eyes. Here we are, cooped up, and I don't
know what's going on."
"I don't know where he is. Something must have happened to him."
"Of course, my wise cousin. But what?"
Rupert began to pace up and down the room, smoking another
cigarette at a great pace. Rischenheim sat down by the table,
resting his head on his hand. He was wearied out by strain and
excitement, his wounded arm pained him greatly, and he was full
of horror and remorse at the event which happened unknown to him
the night before.
"I wish I was quit of it," he moaned at last. Rupert stopped
"You repent of your misdeeds?" he asked. "Well, then, you shall
be allowed to repent. Nay, you shall go and tell the king that
you repent. Rischenheim, I must know what they are doing. You
must go and ask an audience of the king."
"But the king is--"
"We shall know that better when you've asked for your audience.
Rupert sat down by his cousin and instructed him in his task.
This was no other than to discover whether there were a king in
Strelsau, or whether the only king lay dead in the hunting lodge.
If there were no attempt being made to conceal the king's death,
Rupert's plan was to seek safety in flight. He did not abandon
his designs: from the secure vantage of foreign soil he would
hold the queen's letter over her head, and by the threat of
publishing it insure at once immunity for himself and almost any
further terms which he chose to exact from her. If, on the other
hand, the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim found a king in Strelsau, if
the royal standards continued to wave at the summit of their flag
staffs, and Strelsau knew nothing of the dead man in the lodge,
then Rupert had laid his hand on another secret; for he knew who
the king in Strelsau must be. Starting from this point, his
audacious mind darted forward to new and bolder schemes. He could
offer again to Rudolf Rassendyll what he had offered once before,
three years ago--a partnership in crime and the profits of
crime--or if this advance were refused, then he declared that he
would himself descend openly into the streets of Strelsau and
proclaim the death of the king from the steps of the cathedral.
"Who can tell," he cried, springing up, enraptured and merry with
the inspiration of his plan, "who can tell whether Sapt or I came
first to the lodge? Who found the king alive, Sapt or I? Who left
him dead, Sapt or I? Who had most interest in killing him--I, who
only sought to make him aware of what touched his honor, or Sapt,
who was and is hand and glove with the man that now robs him of
his name and usurps his place while his body is still warm? Ah,
they haven't done with Rupert of Hentzau yet!"
He stopped, looking down on his companion. Rischenheim's fingers
still twitched nervously and his cheeks were pale. But now his
face was alight with interest and eagerness. Again the
fascination of Rupert's audacity and the infection of his courage
caught on his kinsman's weaker nature, and inspired him to a
temporary emulation of the will that dominated him.
"You see," pursued Rupert, "it's not likely that they'll do you
"I'll risk anything."
"Most gallant gentleman! At the worst they'll only keep you a
prisoner. Well, if you're not back in a couple of hours, I shall
draw my conclusions. I shall know that there's a king in
"But where shall I look for the king?"
"Why, first in the palace, and secondly at Fritz von
Tarlenheim's. I expect you'll find him at Fritz's, though."
"Shall I go there first, then?"
"No. That would be seeming to know too much."
"You'll wait here?"
"Certainly, cousin--unless I see cause to move, you know."
"And I shall find you on my return?"
"Me, or directions from me. By the way, bring money too. There's
never any harm in having a full pocket. I wonder what the devil
does without a breeches-pocket?
Rischenheim let that curious speculation alone, although he
remembered the whimsical air with which Rupert delivered it. He
was now on fire to be gone, his ill-balanced brain leaping from
the depths of despondency to the certainty of brilliant success,
and not heeding the gulf of danger that it surpassed in buoyant
"We shall have them in a corner, Rupert," he cried.
"Ay, perhaps. But wild beasts in a corner bite hard."
"I wish my arm were well!"
"You'll be safer with it wounded," said Rupert with a smile.
"By God, Rupert, I can defend myself."
"True, true; but it's your brain I want now, cousin."
"You shall see that I have something in me."
"If it please God, dear cousin."
With every mocking encouragement and every careless taunt
Rischenheim's resolve to prove himself a man grew stronger. He
snatched up a revolver that lay on the mantelpiece and put it in
"Don't fire, if you can help it," advised Rupert. Rischenheim's
answer was to make for the door at a great speed. Rupert watched
him go, and then returned to the window. The last his cousin saw
was his figure standing straight and lithe against the light,
while he looked out on the city. Still there was no stir in the
streets, still the royal standard floated at the top of the flag
Rischenheim plunged down the stairs: his feet were too slow for
his eagerness. At the bottom he found the girl Rosa sweeping the
passage with great apparent diligence.
"You're going out, my lord?" she asked.
"Why, yes; I have business. Pray stand on one side, this passage
is so cursedly narrow."
Rosa showed no haste in moving.
"And the Count Rupert, is he going out also?" she asked.
"You see he's not with me. He'll wait." Rischenheim broke off and
asked angrily: "What business is it of yours, girl? Get out of
She moved aside now, making him no answer. He rushed past; she
looked after him with a smile of triumph. Then she fell again to
her sweeping. The king had bidden her be ready at eleven. It was
half-past ten. Soon the king would have need of her.
CHAPTER XIV. THE NEWS COMES TO STRELSAU
ON leaving No. 19, Rischenheim walked swiftly some little way up
the Konigstrasse and then hailed a cab. He had hardly raised his
hand when he heard his name called, and, looking round, saw Anton
von Strofzin's smart phaeton pulling up beside him. Anton was
driving, and on the other seat was a large nosegay of choice
"Where are you off to?" cried Anton, leaning forward with a gay
"Well, where are you? To a lady's, I presume, from your bouquet
there," answered Rischenheim as lightly as he could.
"The little bunch of flowers," simpered young Anton, "is a
cousinly offering to Helga von Tarlenheim, and I'm going to
present it. Can I give you a lift anywhere?"'
Although Rischenheim had intended to go first to the palace,
Anton's offer seemed to give him a good excuse for drawing the
more likely covert first.
"I was going to the palace to find out where the king is. I want
to see him, if he'll give me a minute or two," he remarked.
"I'll drive you there afterwards. Jump up. That your cab? Here
you are, cabman," and flinging the cabman a crown, he displaced
the bouquet and made room for Rischenheim beside him.
Anton's horses, of which he was not a little proud, made short
work of the distance to my home. The phaeton rattled up to the
door and both young men got out. The moment of their arrival
found the chancellor just leaving to return to his own home.
Helsing knew them both, and stopped to rally Anton on the matter
of his bouquet. Anton was famous for his bouquets, which he
distributed widely among the ladies of Strelsau.
"I hoped it was for my daughter," said the chancellor slyly. "For
I love flowers, and my wife has ceased to provide me with them;
moreover, I've ceased to provide her with them, so, but for my
daughter, we should have none."
Anton answered his chaff, promising a bouquet for the young lady
the next day, but declaring that he could not disappoint his
cousin. He was interrupted by Rischenheim, who, looking round on
the group of bystanders, now grown numerous, exclaimed: "What's
going on here, my dear chancellor? What are all these people
hanging about here for? Ah, that's a royal carriage!"
"The queen's with the countess," answered Helsing. "The people
are waiting to see her come out."
"She's always worth seeing," Anton pronounced, sticking his glass
in his eye.
"And you've been to visit her?" pursued Rischenheim.
"Why, yes. I--I went to pay my respects, my dear Rischenheim."
"An early visit!"
"It was more or less on business."
"Ah, I have business also, and very important business. But it's
with the king."
"I won't keep you a moment, Rischenheim," called Anton, as,
bouquet in hand, he knocked at the door.
"With the king?" said Helsing. "Ah, yes, but the king--"
"I'm on my way to the palace to find out where he is. If I can't
see him, I must write at once. My business is very urgent."
"Indeed, my dear count, indeed! Dear me! Urgent, you say?"
"But perhaps you can help me. Is he at Zenda?"
The chancellor was becoming very embarrassed; Anton had
disappeared into the house; Rischenheim buttonholed him
"At Zenda? Well, now, I don't--Excuse me, but what's your
"Excuse me, my dear chancellor; it's a secret."
"I have the king's confidence."
"Then you'll be indifferent to not enjoying mine," smiled
"I perceive that your arm is hurt," observed the chancellor,
seeking a diversion.
"Between ourselves, that has something to do with my business.
Well, I must go to the palace. Or--stay--would her Majesty
condescend to help me? I think I'll risk a request. She can but
refuse," and so saying Rischenheim approached the door.
"Oh, my friend, I wouldn't do that," cried Helsing, darting after
him. "The queen is--well, very much engaged. She won't like to
Rischenheim took no notice of him, but knocked loudly. The door
was opened, and he told the butler to carry his name to the queen
and beg a moment's speech with her. Helsing stood in perplexity
on the step. The crowd was delighted with the coming of these
great folk and showed no sign of dispersing. Anton von Strofzin
did not reappear. Rischenheim edged himself inside the doorway
and stood on the threshold of the hall. There he heard voices
proceeding from the sitting-room on the left. He recognized the
queen's, my wife's, and Anton's. Then came the butler's, saying,
"I will inform the count of your Majesty's wishes."
The door of the room opened; the butler appeared, and immediately
behind him Anton von Strofzin and Bernenstein. Bernenstein had
the young fellow by the arm, and hurried him through the hall.
They passed the butler, who made way for them, and came to where
"We meet again," said Rischenheim with a bow.
The chancellor rubbed his hands in nervous perturbation. The
butler stepped up and delivered his message: the queen regretted
her inability to receive the count. Rischenheim nodded, and,
standing so that the door could not be shut, asked Bernenstein
whether he knew where the king was.
Now Bernenstein was most anxious to get the pair of them away and
the door shut, but he dared show no eagerness.
"Do you want another interview with the king already?" he asked
with a smile. "The last was so pleasant, then?"
Rischenheim took no notice of the taunt, but observed
sarcastically: "There's a strange difficulty in finding our good
king. The chancellor here doesn't know where he is, or at least
he won't answer my questions."
"Possibly the king has his reasons for not wishing to be
disturbed," suggested Bernenstein.
"It's very possible," retorted Rischenheim significantly.
"Meanwhile, my dear count, I shall take it as a personal favor if
you'll move out of the doorway."
"Do I incommode you by standing here?" answered the count.
"Infinitely, my lord," answered Bernenstein stiffly.
"Hallo, Bernenstein, what's the matter?" cried Anton, seeing that
their tones and glances had grown angry. The crowd also had
noticed the raised voices and hostile manner of the disputants,
and began to gather round in a more compact group.
Suddenly a voice came from inside the hall: it was distinct and
loud, yet not without a touch of huskiness. The sound of it
hushed the rising quarrel and silenced the crowd into expectant
stillness. Bernenstein looked aghast, Rischenheim nervous yet
triumphant, Anton amused and gratified.
"The king!" he cried, and burst into a laugh. "You've drawn him,
The crowd heard his boyish exclamation and raised a cheer.
Helsing turned, as though to rebuke them. Had not the king
himself desired secrecy? Yes, but he who spoke as the king chose
any risk sooner than let Rischenheim go back and warn Rupert of
"Is that the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim?" called Rudolf from
within. "If so, let him enter and then shut the door."
There was something in his tone that alarmed Rischenheim. He
started back on the step. But Bernenstein caught him by the arm.
"Since you wish to come in, come in," he said with a grim smile.
Rischenheim looked round, as though he meditated flight. The next
moment Bernenstein was thrust aside. For one short instant a tall
figure appeared in the doorway; the crowd had but a glimpse, yet
they cheered again. Rischenheim's hand was clasped in a firm
grip; he passed unwillingly but helplessly through the door.
Bernenstein followed; the door was shut. Anton faced round on
Helsing, a scornful twist on his lips.
"There was a deuced lot of mystery about nothing," said he. "Why
couldn't you say he was there?" And without waiting for an answer
from the outraged and bewildered chancellor he swung down the
steps and climbed into his phaeton.
The people round were chatting noisily, delighted to have caught
a glimpse of the king, speculating what brought him and the queen
to my house, and hoping that they would soon come out and get
into the royal carriage that still stood waiting.
Had they been able to see inside the door, their emotion would
have been stirred to a keener pitch. Rudolf himself caught
Rischenheim by the arm, and without a moment's delay led him
towards the back of the house. They went along a passage and
reached a small room that looked out on the garden. Rudolf had
known my house in old days, and did not forget its resources.
"Shut the door, Bernenstein," said Rudolf. Then he turned to
Rischenheim. "My lord," he said, "I suppose you came to find out
something. Do you know it now?"
Rischenheim plucked up courage to answer him.
"Yes, I know now that I have to deal with an impostor," said he
"Precisely. And impostors can't afford to be exposed."
Rischenheim's cheek turned rather pale. Rudolf faced him, and
Bernenstein guarded the door. He was absolutely at their mercy;
and he knew their secret. Did they know his--the news that Rupert
of Hentzau had brought?
"Listen," said Rudolf. "For a few hours to-day I am king in
Strelsau. In those few hours I have an account to settle with
your cousin: something that he has, I must have. I'm going now to
seek him, and while I seek him you will stay here with
Bernenstein. Perhaps I shall fail, perhaps I shall succeed.
Whether I succeed or fail, by to-night I shall be far from
Strelsau, and the king's place will be free for him again."
Rischenheim gave a slight start, and a look of triumph spread
over his face. They did not know that the king was dead.
Rudolf came nearer to him, fixing his eyes steadily on his
"I don't know," he continued, "why you are in this business, my
lord. Your cousin's motives I know well. But I wonder that they
seemed to you great enough to justify the ruin of an unhappy lady
who is your queen. Be assured that I will die sooner than let
that letter reach the king's hand."
Rischenheim made him no answer.
"Are you armed?" asked Rudolf.
Rischenheim sullenly flung his revolver on the table. Bernenstein
came forward and took it.
"Keep him here, Bernenstein. When I return I'll tell you what
more to do. If I don't return, Fritz will be here soon, and you
and he must make your own plans."
"He sha'n't give me the slip a second time," said Bernenstein.
"We hold ourselves free," said Rudolf to Rischenheim, "to do what
we please with you, my lord. But I have no wish to cause your
death, unless it be necessary. You will be wise to wait till your
cousin's fate is decided before you attempt any further steps
against us." And with a slight bow he left the prisoner in
Bernenstein's charge, and went back to the room where the queen
awaited him. Helga was with her. The queen sprang up to meet him.
"I mustn't lose a moment," he said. "All that crowd of people
know now that the king is here. The news will filter through the
town in no time. We must send word to Sapt to keep it from the
king's ears at all costs: I must go and do my work, and then
The queen stood facing him. Her eyes seemed to devour his face;
but she said only: "Yes, it must be so."
"You must return to the palace as soon as I am gone. I shall send
out and ask the people to disperse, and then I must be off."
"To seek Rupert of Hentzau?"
She struggled for a moment with the contending feelings that
filled her heart. Then she came to him and seized hold of his
"Don't go," she said in low trembling tones. "Don't go, Rudolf.
He'll kill you. Never mind the letter. Don't go: I had rather a
thousand times that the king had it than that you should .... Oh,
my dear, don't go!"
"I must go," he said softly.
Again she began to implore him, but he would not yield. Helga
moved towards the door, but Rudolf stopped her.
"No," he said; "you must stay with her; you must go to the palace
Even as he spoke they heard the wheels of a carriage driven
quickly to the door. By now I had met Anton von Strofzin and
heard from him that the king was at my house. As I dashed up the
news was confirmed by the comments and jokes of the crowd.
"Ah, he's in a hurry," they said. "He's kept the king waiting.
He'll get a wigging."
As may be supposed, I paid little heed to them. I sprang out and
ran up the steps to the door. I saw my wife's face at the window:
she herself ran to the door and opened it for me.
"Good God," I whispered, "do all these people know he's here, and
take him for the king?"
"Yes," she said. "We couldn't help it. He showed himself at the
It was worse than I dreamt: not two or three people, but all that
crowd were victims of the mistake; all of them had heard that the
king was in Strelsau--ay, and had seen him.
"Where is he? Where is he?" I asked, and followed her hastily to
The queen and Rudolf were standing side by side. What I have told
from Helga's description had just passed between them. Rudolf ran
to meet me.
"Is all well?" he asked eagerly.
I forgot the queen's presence and paid no sign of respect to her.
I caught Rudolf by the arm and cried to him: "Do they take you
for the king?"
"Yes," he said. "Heavens, man, don't look so white! We shall
manage it. I can be gone by to-night."
"Gone? How will that help, since they believe you to be the
"You can keep it from the king," he urged. "I couldn't help it. I
can settle with Rupert and disappear."
The three were standing round me, surprised at my great and
terrible agitation. Looking back now, I wonder that I could speak
to them at all.
Rudolf tried again to reassure me. He little knew the cause of
what he saw.
"It won't take long to settle affairs with Rupert," said he. "And
we must have the letter, or it will get to the king after all."
"The king will never see the letter," I blurted out, as I sank
back in a chair.
They said nothing. I looked round on their faces. I had a strange
feeling of helplessness, and seemed to be able to do nothing but
throw the truth at them in blunt plainness. Let them make what
they could of it, I could make nothing.
"The king will never see the letter," I repeated. "Rupert himself
has insured that."
"What do you mean? You've not met Rupert? You've not got the
"No, no; but the king can never read it."
Then Rudolf seized me by the shoulder and fairly shook me; indeed
I must have seemed like a man in a dream or a torpor.
"Why not, man; why not?" he asked in urgent low tones. Again I
looked at them, but somehow this time my eyes were attracted and
held by the queen's face. I believe that she was the first to
catch a hint of the tidings I brought. Her lips were parted, and
her gaze eagerly strained upon me. I rubbed my hand across my
forehead, and, looking up stupidly at her, I said:
"He never can see the letter. He's dead."
There was a little scream from Helga; Rudolf neither spoke nor
moved; the queen continued to gaze at me in motionless wonder and
"Rupert killed him," said I. "The boar-hound attacked Rupert;
then Herbert and the king attacked him; and he killed them all.
Yes, the king is dead. He's dead."
Now none spoke. The queen's eyes never left my face. "Yes, he's
dead." said I; and I watched her eyes still. For a long while (or
long it seemed) they were on my face; at last, as though drawn by
some irresistible force, they turned away. I followed the new
line they took. She looked at Rudolf Rassendyll, and he at her.
Helga had taken out her handkerchief, and, utterly upset by the
horror and shock, was lying back in a low chair, sobbing
half-hysterically; I saw the swift look that passed from the
queen to her lover, carrying in it grief, remorse, and most
unwilling joy. He did not speak to her, but put out his hand and
took hers. She drew it away almost sharply, and covered her face
with both hands.
Rudolf turned to me. "When was it?"
"And the .... He's at the lodge?"
"Yes, with Sapt and James."
I was recovering my senses and my coolness.
"Nobody knows yet," I said. "We were afraid you might be taken
for him by somebody. But, my God, Rudolf, what's to be done now?"
Mr. Rassendyll's lips were set firm and tight. He frowned
slightly, and his blue eyes wore a curious entranced expression.
He seemed to me to be forgetful of everything, even of us who
were with him, in some one idea that possessed him. The queen
herself came nearer to him and lightly touched his arm with her
hand. He started as though surprised, then fell again into his
"What's to be done, Rudolf?" I asked again.
"I'm going to kill Rupert of Hentzau," he said. "The rest we'll
talk of afterwards."
He walked rapidly across the room and rang the bell. "Clear those
people away," he ordered. "Tell them that I want to be quiet.
Then send a closed carriage round for me. Don't be more than ten
The servant received his peremptory orders with a low bow, and
left us. The queen, who had been all this time outwardly calm and
composed, now fell into a great agitation, which even the
consciousness of our presence could not enable her to hide.
"Rudolf, must you go? Since--since this has happened--"
"Hush, my dearest lady," he whispered. Then he went on more
loudly, "I won't quit Ruritania a second time leaving Rupert of
Hentzau alive. Fritz, send word to Sapt that the king is in
Strelsau--he will understand--and that instructions from the king
will follow by midday. When I have killed Rupert, I shall visit
the lodge on my way to the frontier."
He turned to go, but the queen, following, detained him for a
"You'll come and see me before you go?" she pleaded.
"But I ought not," said he, his resolute eyes suddenly softening
in a marvelous fashion.
"Yes, my queen."
Then I sprang up, for a sudden dread laid hold on me.
"Heavens, man," I cried, "what if he kills you--there in the
Rudolf turned to me; there was a look of surprise on his face.
"He won't kill me," he answered.
The queen, looking still in Rudolf's face, and forgetful now, as
it seemed, of the dream that had so terrified her, took no notice
of what I said, but urged again: "You'll come, Rudolf?"
"Yes, once, my queen," and with a last kiss of her hand he was
The queen stood for yet another moment where she was, still and
almost rigid. Then suddenly she walked or stumbled to where my
wife sat, and, flinging herself on her knees, hid her face in
Helga's lap; I heard her sobs break out fast and tumultuously.
Helga looked up at me, the tears streaming down her cheeks. I
turned and went out. Perhaps Helga could comfort her; I prayed
that God in His pity might send her comfort, although she for her
sin's sake dared not ask it of Him. Poor soul! I hope there may
be nothing worse scored to my account.
CHAPTER XV. A PASTIME FOR COLONEL SAPT
THE Constable of Zenda and James, Mr. Rassendyll's servant, sat
at breakfast in the hunting-lodge. They were in the small room
which was ordinarily used as the bedroom of the gentleman in
attendance on the king: they chose it now because it commanded a
view of the approach. The door of the house was securely
fastened; they were prepared to refuse admission; in case refusal
was impossible, the preparations for concealing the king's body
and that of his huntsman Herbert were complete. Inquirers would
be told that the king had ridden out with his huntsman at
daybreak, promising to return in the evening but not stating
where he was going; Sapt was under orders to await his return,
and James was expecting instructions from his master the Count of
Tarlenheim. Thus armed against discovery, they looked for news
from me which should determine their future action.
Meanwhile there was an interval of enforced idleness. Sapt, his
meal finished, puffed away at his great pipe; James, after much
pressure, had consented to light a small black clay, and sat at
his ease with his legs stretched before him. His brows were knit,
and a curious half-smile played about his mouth.
"What may you be thinking about, friend James?" asked the
constable between two puffs. He had taken a fancy to the alert,
ready little fellow.
James smoked for a moment, and then took his pipe from his mouth.
"I was thinking, sir, that since the king is dead--"
"The king is no doubt dead, poor fellow," said Sapt, nodding.
"That since he's certainly dead, and since my master, Mr.
Rassendyll, is alive--"
"So far as we know, James," Sapt reminded him.
"Why, yes, sir, so far as we know. Since, then, Mr. Rassendyll is
alive and the king is dead, I was thinking that it was a great
pity, sir, that my master can't take his place and be king."
James looked across at the constable with an air of a man who
offers a respectful suggestion.
"A remarkable thought, James," observed the constable with a
"You don't agree with me, sir?, asked James deprecatingly.
"I don't say that it isn't a pity, for Rudolf makes a good king.
But you see it's impossible, isn't it?"
James nursed his knee between his hands, and his pipe, which he
had replaced, stuck out of one corner of his mouth.
"When you say impossible, sir," he remarked deferentially, "I
venture to differ from you."
"You do? Come, we're at leisure. Let's hear how it would be
"My master is in Strelsau, sir," began James.
"Well, most likely."
"I'm sure of it, sir. If he's been there, he will be taken for
"That has happened before, and no doubt may happen again,
"Why, of course, sir, unless the king's body should be
"That's what I was about to say, James."
James kept silence for a few minutes. Then he observed, "It will
be very awkward to explain how the king was killed."
"The story will need good telling," admitted Sapt.
"And it will be difficult to make it appear that the king was
killed in Strelsau; yet if my master should chance to be killed
"Heaven forbid, James! On all grounds, Heaven forbid!"
"Even if my master is not killed, it will be difficult for us to
get the king killed at the right time, and by means that will
Sapt seemed to fall into the humor of the speculation. "That's
all very true. But if Mr. Rassendyll is to be king, it will be
both awkward and difficult to dispose of the king's body and of
this poor fellow Herbert," said he, sucking at his pipe.
Again James paused for a little while before he remarked: "I am,
of course, sir, only discussing the matter by way of passing the
time. It would probably be wrong to carry any such plan into
"It might be, but let us discuss it--to pass the time," said
Sapt; and he leant forward, looking into the servant's quiet,
"Well, then, sir, since it amuses you, let us say that the king
came to the lodge last night, and was joined there by his friend
"And did I come too?"
"You, sir, came also, in attendance on the king."
"Well, and you, James? You came. How came you?"
"Why, sir, by the Count of Tarlenheim's orders, to wait on Mr.
Rassendyll, the king's friend. Now, the king, sir... This is my
story, you know, sir, only my story."
"Your story interests me. Go on with it."
"The king went out very early this morning, sir."
"That would be on private business?"
"So we should have understood. But Mr. Rassendyll, Herbert, and
ourselves remained here."
"Had the Count of Hentzau been?"
"Not to our knowledge, sir. But we were all tired and slept very
"Now did we?" said the constable, with a grim smile.
"In fact, sir, we were all overcome with fatigue--Mr. Rassendyll
like the rest--and full morning found us still in our beds. There
we should be to this moment, sir, had we not been suddenly
aroused in a startling and fearful manner."
"You should write story books, James. Now what was this fearful
manner in which we were aroused?"
James laid down his pipe, and, resting his hands on his knees,
continued his story.
"This lodge, sir, this wooden lodge--for the lodge is all of
wood, sir, without and within."
"This lodge is undoubtedly of wood, James, and, as you say, both
inside and out."
"And since it is, sir, it would be mighty careless to leave a
candle burning where the oil and firewood are stored."
"But hard words don't hurt dead men; and you see, sir, poor
Herbert is dead."
"It is true. He wouldn't feel aggrieved."
"But we, sir, you and I, awaking--"
"Aren't the others to awake, James?"
"Indeed, sir, I should pray that they had never awaked. For you
and I, waking first, would find the lodge a mass of flames. We
should have to run for our lives."
"What! Should we make no effort to rouse the others?"
"Indeed, sir, we should do all that men could do; we should even
risk death by suffocation."
"But we should fail, in spite of our heroism, should we?"
"Alas, sir, in spite of all our efforts we should fail. The
flames would envelop the lodge in one blaze; before help could
come, the lodge would be in ruins, and my unhappy master and poor
Herbert would be consumed to ashes."
"They would, at least, sir, be entirely unrecognizable."
"You think so?"
"Beyond doubt, if the oil and the firewood and the candle were
placed to the best advantage."
"Ah, yes. And there would be an end of Rudolf Rassendyll?"
"Sir, I should myself carry the tidings to his family."
"Whereas the King of Ruritania--"
"Would enjoy a long and prosperous reign, God willing, sir."
"And the Queen of Ruritania, James?"
"Do not misunderstand me, sir. They could be secretly married. I
should say re-married."
"Yes, certainly, re-married."
"By a trustworthy priest."
"You mean by an untrustworthy priest?"
"It's the same thing, sir, from a different point of view." For
the first time James smiled a thoughtful smile.
Sapt in his turn laid down his pipe now, and was tugging at his
moustache. There was a smile on his lips too, and his eyes looked
hard into James's. The little man met his glance composedly.
"It's an ingenious fancy, this of yours, James," the constable
remarked. "What, though, if your master's killed too? That's
quite possible. Count Rupert's a man to be reckoned with."
"If my master is killed, sir, he must be buried," answered James.
"In Strelsau?" came in quick question from Sapt.
"He won't mind where, sir."
"True, he won't mind, and we needn't mind for him."
"Why, no, sir. But to carry a body secretly from here to
"Yes, that is, as we agreed at the first, difficult. Well, it's a
pretty story, but--your master wouldn't approve of it. Supposing
he were not killed, I mean."
"It's a waste of time, sir, disapproving of what's done: he might
think the story better than the truth, although it's not a good
The two men's eyes met again in a long glance.
"Where do you come from?" asked Sapt, suddenly.
"London, sir, originally."
"They make good stories there?"
"Yes, sir, and act them sometimes."
The instant he had spoken, James sprang to his feet and pointed
out of the window.
A man on horseback was cantering towards the lodge. Exchanging
one quick look, both hastened to the door, and, advancing some
twenty yards, waited under the tree on the spot where Boris lay
"By the way," said Sapt, "you forgot the dog." And he pointed to
"The affectionate beast will be in his master's room and die
"Eh, but he must rise again first!"
"Certainly, sir. That won't be a long matter."
Sapt was still smiling in grim amusement when the messenger came
up and, leaning from his home, handed him a telegram.
"Special and urgent, sir," said he.
Sapt tore it open and read. It was the message that I sent in
obedience to Mr. Rassendyll's orders. He would not trust my
cipher, but, indeed, none was necessary. Sapt would understand
the message, although it said simply, "The king is in Strelsau.
Wait orders at the lodge. Business here in progress, but not
finished. Will wire again."
Sapt handed it to James, who took it with a respectful little
bow. James read it with attention, and returned it with another
"I'll attend to what it says, sir," he remarked.
"Yes," said Sapt. "Thanks, my man," he added to the messenger.
"Here's a crown for you. If any other message comes for me and
you bring it in good time, you shall have another."
"You shall have it quick as a horse can bring it from the
"The king's business won't bear delay, you know," nodded Sapt.
"You sha'n't have to wait, sir," and, with a parting salute, the
fellow turned his horse and trotted away.
"You see," remarked Sapt, "that your story is quite imaginary.
For that fellow can see for himself that the lodge was not burnt
down last night."
"That's true; but, excuse me, sir--"
"Pray go on, James. I've told you that I'm interested."
"He can't see that it won't be burnt down to-night. A fire, sir,
is a thing that may happen any night."
Then old Sapt suddenly burst into a roar, half-speech, half
"By God, what a thing!" he roared; and James smiled complacently.
"There's a fate about it," said the constable. "There's a strange
fate about it. The man was born to it. We'd have done it before
if Michael had throttled the king in that cellar, as I thought he
would. Yes, by heavens, we'd have done it! Why, we wanted it! God
forgive us, in our hearts both Fritz and I wanted it. But Rudolf
would have the king out. He would have him out, though he lost a
throne--and what he wanted more--by it. But he would have him
out. So he thwarted the fate. But it's not to be thwarted. Young
Rupert may think this new affair is his doing. No, it's the fate
using him. The fate brought Rudolf here again, the fate will have
him king. Well, you stare at me. Do you think I'm mad, Mr.
"I think, sir, that you talk very good sense, if I may say so,"
"Sense?" echoed Sapt with a chuckle. "I don't know about that.
But the fate's there, depend on it!"
The two were back in their little room now, past the door that
hid the bodies of the king and his huntsman. James stood by the
table, old Sapt roamed up and down, tugging his moustache, and
now and again sawing the air with his sturdy hairy hand.
"I daren't do it," he muttered: "I daren't do it. It's a thing a
man can't set his hand to of his own will. But the fate'll do
it--the fate'll do it. The fate'll force it on us."
"Then we'd best be ready, sir," suggested James quietly. Sapt
turned on him quickly, almost fiercely.
"They used to call me a cool hand," said he. "By Jove, what are
"There's no harm in being ready, sir," said James, the servant.
Sapt came to him and caught hold of his shoulders. "Ready?" he
asked in a gruff whisper.
"The oil, the firewood, the light," said James.
"Where, man, where? Do you mean, by the bodies?"
"Not where the bodies are now. Each must be in the proper place."
"We must move them then?"
"Why, yes. And the dog too."
Sapt almost glared at him; then he burst into a laugh.
"So be it," he said. "You take command. Yes, we'll be ready. The
Then and there they set about what they had to do. It seemed
indeed as though some strange influence were dominating Sapt; he
went about the work like a man who is hardly awake. They placed
the bodies each where the living man would be by night--the king
in the guest-room, the huntsman in the sort of cupboard where the
honest fellow had been wont to lie. They dug up the buried dog,
Sapt chuckling convulsively, James grave as the mute whose grim
doings he seemed to travesty: they carried the shot-pierced,
earth-grimed thing in, and laid it in the king's room. Then they
made their piles of wood, pouring the store of oil over them, and
setting bottles of spirit near, that the flames having cracked
the bottles, might gain fresh fuel. To Sapt it seemed now as if
they played some foolish game that was to end with the playing,
now as if they obeyed some mysterious power which kept its great
purpose hidden from its instruments. Mr. Rassendyll's servant
moved and arranged and ordered all as deftly as he folded his
master's clothes or stropped his master's razor. Old Sapt stopped
him once as he went by.
"Don't think me a mad fool, because I talk of the fate," he said,
"Not I, sir," answered James, "I know nothing of that. But I like
to be ready."
"It would be a thing!" muttered Sapt.
The mockery, real or assumed, in which they had begun their work,
had vanished now. If they were not serious, they played at
seriousness. If they entertained no intention such as their acts
seemed to indicate, they could no longer deny that they had
cherished a hope. They shrank, or at least Sapt shrank, from
setting such a ball rolling; but they longed for the fate that
would give it a kick, and they made smooth the incline down which
it, when thus impelled, was to run. When they had finished their
task and sat down again opposite to one another in the little
front room, the whole scheme was ready, the preparations were
made, all was in train; they waited only for that impulse from
chance or fate which was to turn the servant's story into reality
and action. And when the thing was done, Sapt's coolness, so
rarely upset, yet so completely beaten by the force of that wild
idea, came back to him. He lit his pipe again and lay back in his
chair, puffing freely, with a meditative look on his face.
"It's two o'clock, sir," said James. "Something should have
happened before now in Strelsau."
"Ah, but what?" asked the constable.
Suddenly breaking on their ears came a loud knock at the door.
Absorbed in their own thoughts, they had not noticed two men
riding up to the lodge. The visitors wore the green and gold of
the king's huntsmen; the one who had knocked was Simon, the chief
huntsman, and brother of Herbert, who lay dead in the little room
"Rather dangerous!" muttered the Constable of Zenda as he hurried
to the door, James following him.
Simon was astonished when Sapt opened the door.
"Beg pardon, Constable, but I want to see Herbert. Can I go in?"
And he jumped down from his horse, throwing the reins to his
"What's the good of your going in?" asked Sapt. "Herbert's not
"Not here? Then where is he?"
"Why, he went with the king this morning."
"Oh, he went with the king, sir? Then he's in Strelsau, I
"If you know that, Simon, you're wiser than I am."
"But the king is in Strelsau, sir."
"The deuce he is! He said nothing of going to Strelsau. He rose
early and rode off with Herbert, merely saying they would be back
"He went to Strelsau, sir. I am just from Zenda, and his Majesty
is known to have been in town with the queen. They were both at
"I'm much interested to hear it. But didn't the telegram say
where Herbert was?"
"Herbert's not a king, you see," he said. "Well, I'll come again
to-morrow morning, for I must see him soon. He'll be back by
"Yes, Simon, your brother will be here to-morrow morning."
"Or what's left of him after such a two-days of work," suggested
"Why, yes, precisely," said Sapt, biting his moustache and
darting one swift glance at James. "Or what's left of him, as you
"And I'll bring a cart and carry the boar down to the castle at
the same time, sir. At least, I suppose you haven't eaten it all?
Sapt laughed; Simon was gratified at the tribute, and laughed
even more heartily himself.
"We haven't even cooked it yet," said Sapt, "but I won't answer
for it that we sha'n't have by to-morrow."
"All right, sir; I'll be here. By the way, there's another bit of
news come on the wires. They say Count Rupert of Hentzau has been
seen in the city."
"Rupert of Hentzau? Oh, pooh! Nonsense, my good Simon. He daren't
show his face there for his life."
"Ah, but it may be no nonsense. Perhaps that's what took the king
"It's enough to take him if it's true," admitted Sapt.
"Well, good day, sir."
"Good day, Simon."
The two huntsmen rode off. James watched them for a little while.
"The king," he said then, "is known to be in Strelsau; and now
Count Rupert is known to be in Strelsau. How is Count Rupert to
have killed the king here in the forest of Zenda, sir?"
Sapt looked at him almost apprehensively.
"How is the king's body to come to the forest of Zenda?" asked
James. "Or how is the king's body to go to the city of Strelsau?"
"Stop your damned riddles!" roared Sapt. "Man, are you bent on
driving me into it?"
The servant came near to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"You went into as great a thing once before, sir," said he.
"It was to save the king."
"And this is to save the queen and yourself. For if we don't do
it, the truth about my master must be known."
Sapt made him no answer. They sat down again in silence.
There they sat, sometimes smoking, never speaking, while the
tedious afternoon wore away, and the shadows from the trees of
the forest lengthened. They did not think of eating or drinking;
they did not move, save when James rose and lit a little fire of
brushwood in the grate. It grew dusk and again James moved to
light the lamp. It was hard on six o'clock, and still no news
came from Strelsau.
Then there was the sound of a horse's hoofs. The two rushed to
the door, beyond it, and far along the grassy road that gave
approach to the hunting-lodge. They forgot to guard the secret
and the door gaped open behind them. Sapt ran as he had not run
for many a day, and outstripped his companion. There was a
message from Strelsau!
The constable, without a word of greeting, snatched the envelope
from the hand of the messenger and tore it open. He read it
hastily, muttering under his breath "Good God!, Then he turned
suddenly round and began to walk quickly back to James, who,
seeing himself beaten in the race, had dropped to a walk. But the
messenger had his cares as well as the constable. If the
constable's thoughts were on a crown, so were his. He called out
in indignant protest:
"I have never drawn rein since Hofbau, sir. Am I not to have my
Sapt stopped, turned, and retraced his steps. He took a crown
from his pocket. As he looked up in giving it, there was a queer
smile on his broad, weather-beaten face.
"Ay," he said, "every man that deserves a crown shall have one,
if I can give it him."
Then he turned again to James, who had now come up, and laid his
hand on his shoulder.
"Come along, my king-maker," said he.
James looked in his face for a moment. The constable's eyes met
his; and the constable nodded.
So they turned to the lodge where the dead king and his huntsman
lay. Verily the fate drove.
CHAPTER XVI. A CROWD IN THE KONIGSTRASSE
The project that had taken shape in the thoughts of Mr.
Rassendyll's servant, and had inflamed Sapt's daring mind as the
dropping of a spark kindles dry shavings, had suggested itself
vaguely to more than one of us in Strelsau. We did not indeed
coolly face and plan it, as the little servant had, nor seize on
it at once with an eagerness to be convinced of its necessity,
like the Constable of Zenda; but it was there in my mind,
sometimes figuring as a dread, sometimes as a hope, now seeming
the one thing to be avoided, again the only resource against a
more disastrous issue. I knew that it was in Bernenstein's
thoughts no less than in my own; for neither of us had been able
to form any reasonable scheme by which the living king, whom half
Strelsau now knew to be in the city, could be spirited away, and
the dead king set in his place. The change could take place, as
it seemed, only in one way and at one cost: the truth, or the
better part of it, must be told, and every tongue set wagging
with gossip and guesses concerning Rudolf Rassendyll and his
relations with the queen. Who that knows what men and women are
would not have shrunk from that alternative? To adopt it was to
expose the queen to all or nearly all the peril she had run by
the loss of the letter. We indeed assumed, influenced by Rudolf's
unhesitating self-confidence, that the letter would be won back,
and the mouth of Rupert of Hentzau shut; but enough would remain
to furnish material for eager talk and for conjectures
unrestrained by respect or charity. Therefore, alive as we were
to its difficulties and its unending risks, we yet conceived of
the thing as possible, had it in our hearts, and hinted it to one
another--my wife to me, I to Bernenstein, and he to me--in quick
glances and half uttered sentences that declared its presence
while shunning the open confession of it. For the queen herself I
cannot speak. Her thoughts, as I judged them, were bounded by the
longing to see Mr. Rassendyll again, and dwelt on the visit that
he promised as the horizon of hope. To Rudolf we had dared to
disclose nothing of the part our imaginations set him to play: if
he were to accept it, the acceptance would be of his own act,
because the fate that old Sapt talked of drove him, and on no
persuasion of ours. As he had said, he left the rest, and had
centered all his efforts on the immediate task which fell to his
hand to perform, the task that was to be accomplished at the
dingy old house in the Konigstrasse. We were indeed awake to the
fact that even Rupert's death would not make the secret safe.
Rischenheim, although for the moment a prisoner and helpless, was
alive and could not be mewed up for ever; Bauer was we knew not
where, free to act and free to talk. Yet in our hearts we feared
none but Rupert, and the doubt was not whether we could do the
thing so much as whether we should. For in moments of excitement
and intense feeling a man makes light of obstacles which look
large enough as he turns reflective eyes on them in the quiet of
A message in the king's name had persuaded the best part of the
idle crowd to disperse reluctantly. Rudolf himself had entered
one of my carriages and driven off. He started not towards the
Konigstrasse, but in the opposite direction: I supposed that he
meant to approach his destination by a circuitous way, hoping to
gain it without attracting notice. The queen's carriage was still
before my door, for it had been arranged that she was to proceed
to the palace and there await tidings. My wife and I were to
accompany her; and I went to her now, where she sat alone, and
asked if it were her pleasure to start at once. I found her
thoughtful but calm. She listened to me; then, rising, she said,
"Yes, I will go." But then she asked suddenly, "Where is the
Count of Luzau-Rischenheim?"
I told her how Bernenstein kept guard over the count in the room
at the back of the house. She seemed to consider for a moment,
then she said:
"I will see him. Go and bring him to me. You must be here while I
talk to him, but nobody else."
I did not know what she intended, but I saw no reason to oppose
her wishes, and I was glad to find for her any means of employing
this time of suspense. I obeyed her commands and brought
Rischenheim to her. He followed me slowly and reluctantly; his
unstable mind had again jumped from rashness to despondency: he
was pale and uneasy, and, when he found himself in her presence,
the bravado of his bearing, maintained before Bernenstein, gave
place to a shamefaced sullenness. He could not meet the grave
eyes that she fixed on him.
I withdrew to the farther end of the room; but it was small, and
I heard all that passed. I had my revolver ready to cover
Rischenheim in case he should be moved to make a dash for
liberty. But he was past that: Rupert's presence was a tonic that
nerved him to effort and to confidence, but the force of the last
dose was gone and the man was sunk again to his natural
"My lord," she began gently, motioning him to sit, "I have
desired to speak with you, because I do not wish a gentleman of
your rank to think too much evil of his queen. Heaven has willed
that my secret should be to you no secret, and therefore I may
speak plainly. You may say my own shame should silence me; I
speak to lessen my shame in your eyes, if I can."
Rischenheim looked up with a dull gaze, not understanding her
mood. He had expected reproaches, and met low-voiced apology.
"And yet," she went on, "it is because of me that the king lies
dead now; and a faithful humble fellow also, caught in the net of
my unhappy fortunes, has given his life for me, though he didn't
know it. Even while we speak, it may be that a gentleman, not too
old yet to learn nobility, may be killed in my quarrel; while
another, whom I alone of all that know him may not praise,
carries his life lightly in his hand for me. And to you, my lord,
I have done the wrong of dressing a harsh deed in some cloak of
excuse, making you seem to serve the king in working my
Rischenheim's eyes fell to the ground, and he twisted his hands
nervously in and out, the one about the other. I took my hand
from my revolver: he would not move now.
"I don't know," she went on, now almost dreamily, and as though
she spoke more to herself than to him, or had even forgotten his
presence, "what end in Heaven's counsel my great unhappiness has
served. Perhaps I, who have place above most women, must also be
tried above most; and in that trial I have failed. Yet, when I
weigh my misery and my temptation, to my human eyes it seems that
I have not failed greatly. My heart is not yet humbled, God's
work not yet done. But the guilt of blood is on my soul--even
the face of my dear love I can see now only through its scarlet
mist; so that if what seemed my perfect joy were now granted me,
it would come spoilt and stained and blotched."
She paused, fixing her eyes on him again; but he neither spoke
"You knew my sin," she said, "the sin so great in my heart; and
you knew how little my acts yielded to it. Did you think, my
lord, that the sin had no punishment, that you took it in hand to
add shame to my suffering? Was Heaven so kind that men must
temper its indulgence by their severity? Yet I know that because
I was wrong, you, being wrong, might seem to yourself not wrong,
and in aiding your kinsman might plead that you served the king's
honor. Thus, my lord, I was the cause in you of a deed that your
heart could not welcome nor your honor praise. I thank God that
you have come to no more hurt by it."
Rischenheim began to mutter in a low thick voice, his eyes still
cast down: "Rupert persuaded me. He said the king would be very
grateful, and--would give me--" His voice died away, and he sat
silent again, twisting his hands.
"I know--I know," she said. "But you wouldn't have listened to
such persuasions if my fault hadn't blinded your eyes."
She turned suddenly to me, who had been standing all the while
aloof, and stretched out her hands towards me, her eyes filled
"Yet," said she, "your wife knows, and still loves me, Fritz."
"She should be no wife of mine, if she didn't," I cried. "For I
and all of mine ask no better than to die for your Majesty."
"She knows, and yet she loves me," repeated the queen. I loved to
see that she seemed to find comfort in Helga's love. It is women
to whom women turn, and women whom women fear.
"But Helga writes no letters," said the queen.
"Why, no," said I, and I smiled a grim smile. Well, Rudolf
Rassendyll had never wooed my wife.
She rose, saying: "Come, let us go to the palace."
As she rose, Rischenheim made a quick impulsive step towards her.
"Well, my lord," said she, turning towards him, "will you also go
"Lieutenant von Bernenstein will take care--" I began. But I
stopped. The slightest gesture of her hand silenced me.
"Will you go with me?" she asked Rischenheim again.
"Madam," he stammered, "Madam--"
She waited. I waited also, although I had no great patience with
him. Suddenly he fell on his knee, but he did not venture to take
her hand. Of her own accord she came and stretched it out to him,
saying sadly: "Ah, that by forgiving I could win forgiveness!"
Rischenheim caught at her hand and kissed it.
"It was not I," I heard him mutter. "Rupert set me on, and I
couldn't stand out against him."
"Will you go with me to the palace?" she asked, drawing her hand
away, but smiling.
"The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim," I made bold to observe, "knows
some things that most people do not know, madam." She turned on
me with dignity, almost with displeasure.
"The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim may be trusted to be silent," she
said. "We ask him to do nothing against his cousin. We ask only
"Ay," said I, braving her anger, "but what security shall we
"His word of honor, my lord." I knew that a rebuke to my
presumption lay in her calling me "my lord," for, save on formal
occasions, she always used to call me Fritz.
"His word of honor!" I grumbled. "In truth, madam--"
"He's right," said Rischenheim; "he's right."
"No, he's wrong," said the queen, smiling. "The count will keep
his word, given to me."
Rischenheim looked at her and seemed about to address her, but
then he turned to me, and said in a low tone:
"By Heaven, I will, Tarlenheim. I'll serve her in everything--"
"My lord," said she most graciously, and yet very sadly, "you
lighten the burden on me no less by your help than because I no
longer feel your honor stained through me. Come, we will go to
the palace." And she went to him, saying, "We will go together."
There was nothing for it but to trust him. I knew that I could
not turn her.
"Then I'll see if the carriage is ready," said I.
"Yes, do, Fritz," said the queen. But as I passed she stopped me
for a moment, saying in a whisper, "Show that you trust him."
I went and held out my hand to him. He took and pressed it.
"On my honor," he said.
Then I went out and found Bernenstein sitting on a bench in the
hall. The lieutenant was a diligent and watchful young man; he
appeared to be examining his revolver with sedulous care.
"You can put that away," said I rather peevishly--I had not
fancied shaking hands with Rischenheim. "He's not a prisoner any
longer. He's one of us now."
"The deuce he is!" cried Bernenstein, springing to his feet.
I told him briefly what had happened, and how the queen had won
Rupert's instrument to be her servant.
"I suppose he'll stick to it," I ended; and I thought he would,
though I was not eager for his help.
A light gleamed in Bernenstein's eyes, and I felt a tremble in
the hand that he laid on my shoulder.
"Then there's only Bauer now," he whispered. "If Rischenheim's
with us, only Bauer!"
I knew very well what he meant. With Rischenheim silent, Bauer
was the only man, save Rupert himself, who knew the truth, the
only man who threatened that great scheme which more and more
filled our thoughts and grew upon us with an increasing force of
attraction as every obstacle to it seemed to be cleared out of
the way. But I would not look at Bernenstein, fearing to
acknowledge even with my eyes how my mind jumped with his. He was
bolder, or less scrupulous--which you will.
"Yes, if we can shut Bauer's mouth." he went on.
"The queen's waiting for the carriage," I interrupted snappishly.
"Ah, yes, of course, the carriage," and he twisted me round till
I was forced to look him in the face. Then he smiled, and even
laughed a little.
"Only Bauer now!" said he.
"And Rupert," I remarked sourly.
"Oh, Rupert's dead bones by now," he chuckled, and with that he
went out of the hall door and announced the queen's approach to
her servants. It must be said for young Bernenstein that he was a
cheerful fellow-conspirator. His equanimity almost matched
Rudolf's own; I could not rival it myself.
I drove to the palace with the queen and my wife, the other two
following in a second carriage. I do not know what they said to
one another on the way, but Bernenstein was civil enough to his
companion when I rejoined them. With us my wife was the principal
speaker: she filled up, from what Rudolf had told her, the gaps
in our knowledge of how he had spent his night in Strelsau, and
by the time we arrived we were fully informed in every detail.
The queen said little. The impulse which had dictated her appeal
to Rischenheim and carried her through it seemed to have died
away; she had become again subject to fears and apprehension. I
saw her uneasiness when she suddenly put out her hand and touched
"He must be at the house by now."
Our way did not lie by the house, and we came to the palace
without any news of our absent chief (so I call him--as such we
all, from the queen herself, then regarded him). She did not
speak of him again; but her eyes seemed to follow me about as
though she were silently asking some service of me; what it was I
could not understand. Bernenstein had disappeared, and the
repentant count with him: knowing they were together, I was in no
uneasiness; Bernenstein would see that his companion contrived no
treachery. But I was puzzled by the queen's tacit appeal. And I
was myself on fire for news from the Konigstrasse. It was now
two hours since Rudolf Rassendyll had left us, and no word had
come of him or from him. At last I could bear it no longer. The
queen was sitting with her hand in my wife's; I had been seated
on the other side of the room, for I thought that they might wish
to talk to one another; yet I had not seen them exchange a word.
I rose abruptly and crossed the room to where they were.
"Have you need of my presence, madam, or have I your permission
to be away for a time?" I asked.
"Where do you wish to go, Fritz?" the queen asked with a little
start, as though I had come suddenly across her thoughts.
"To the Konigstrasse," said I.
To my surprise she rose and caught my hand.
"God bless you, Fritz!" she cried. "I don't think I could have
endured it longer. But I wouldn't ask you to go. But go, my dear
friend, go and bring me news of him. Oh, Fritz, I seem to dream
that dream again!"
My wife looked up at me with a brave smile and a trembling lip.
"Shall you go into the house, Fritz?" she asked.
"Not unless I see need, sweetheart," said I.
She came and kissed me. "Go, if you are wanted," she said. And
she tried to smile at the queen, as though she risked me
"I could have been such a wife, Fritz," whispered the queen.
"Yes, I could."
I had nothing to say; at the moment I might not have been able to
say it if I had. There is something in the helpless courage of
women that makes me feel soft. We can work and fight; they sit
and wait. Yet they do not flinch. Now I know that if I had to sit
and think about the thing I should turn cur.
Well, I went, leaving them there together. I put on plain clothes
instead of my uniform, and dropped my revolver into the pocket of
my coat. Thus prepared, I slipped out and made my way on foot to
It was now long past midday, but many folks were at their dinner
and the streets were not full. Two or three people recognized me,
but I passed by almost unnoticed. There was no sign of stir or
excitement, and the flags still floated high in the wind. Sapt
had kept his secret; the men of Strelsau thought still that their
king lived and was among them. I feared that Rudolf's coming
would have been seen, and expected to find a crowd of people near
the house. But when I reached it there were no more than ten or a
dozen idle fellows lounging about. I began to stroll up and down
with as careless an air as I could assume.
Soon, however, there was a change. The workmen and business folk,
their meal finished, began to come out of their houses and from
the restaurants. The loafers before No. 19 spoke to many of them.
Some said, "Indeed?" shook their heads, smiled and passed on:
they had no time to waste in staring at the king. But many
waited; lighting their cigars or cigarettes or pipes, they stood
gossiping with one another, looking at their watches now and
again, lest they should overstay their leisure. Thus the assembly
grew to the number of a couple of hundred. I ceased my walk, for
the pavement was too crowded, and hung on the outskirts of the
throng. As I loitered there, a cigar in my mouth, I felt a hand
on my shoulder. Turning round, I saw the lieutenant. He was in
uniform. By his side was Rischenheim.
"You're here too, are you?" said I. "Well, nothing seems to be
happening, does it?"
For No. 19 showed no sign of life. The shutters were up, the door
closed; the little shop was not open for business that day.
Bernenstein shook his head with a smile. His companion took no
heed of my remark; he was evidently in a state of great
agitation, and his eyes never left the door of the house. I was
about to address him, when my attention was abruptly and
completely diverted by a glimpse of a head, caught across the
shoulders of the bystanders.
The fellow whom I saw wore a brown wide-awake hat. The hat was
pulled down low over his forehead, but nevertheless beneath its
rim there appeared a white bandage running round his head. I
could not see the face, but the bullet-shaped skull was very
familiar to me. I was sure from the first moment that the
bandaged man was Bauer. Saying nothing to Bernenstein, I began to
steal round outside the crowd. As I went, I heard somebody saying
that it was all nonsense; the king was not there: what should the
king do in such a house? The answer was a reference to one of the
first loungers; he replied that he did not know what the devil
the king did there, but that the king or his double had certainly
gone in, and had as certainly not yet come out again. I wished I
could have made myself known to them and persuaded them to go
away; but my presence would have outweighed my declarations, and
been taken as a sure sign that the king was in the house. So I
kept on the outskirts and worked my way unobtrusively towards the
bandaged head. Evidently Bauer's hurt had not been so serious as
to prevent him leaving the infirmary to which the police had
carried him: he was come now to await, even as I was awaiting,
the issue of Rudolf's visit to the house in the Konigstrasse.
He had not seen me, for he was looking at No. 19 as intently as
Rischenheim. Apparently neither had caught sight of the other, or
Rischenheim would have shown some embarrassment, Bauer some
excitement. I wormed my way quickly towards my former servant. My
mind was full of the idea of getting hold of him. I could not
forget Bernenstein's remark, "Only Bauer now!" If I could secure
Bauer we were safe. Safe in what? I did not answer to myself, but
the old idea was working in me. Safe in our secret and safe in
our plan--in the plan on which we all, we here in the city, and
those two at the hunting-lodge, had set our minds! Bauer's death,
Bauer's capture, Bauer's silence, however procured, would clear
the greatest hindrance from its way.
Bauer stared intently at the house; I crept cautiously up behind
him. His hand was in his trousers' pocket; where the curve of the
elbow came there with a space between arm and body. I slipped in
my left arm and hooked it firmly inside his. He turned round and
"Thus we meet again, Bauer," said I.
He was for a moment flabbergasted, and stared stupidly at me.
"Are you also hoping to see the king?" I asked.
He began to recover himself. A slow, cunning smile spread over
"The king?" he asked.
"Well, he's in Strelsau, isn't he? Who gave you the wound on your
Bauer moved his arm as though he meant to withdraw it from my
grasp. He found himself tightly held.
"Where's that bag of mine?" I asked.
I do not know what he would have answered, for at this instant
there came a sound from behind the closed door of the house. It
was as if some one ran rapidly and eagerly towards the door. Then
came an oath in a shrill voice, a woman's voice, but harsh and
rough. It was answered by an angry cry in a girl's intonation.
Full of eagerness, I drew my arm from Bauer's and sprang forward.
I heard a chuckle from him and turned round, to see his bandaged
head retreating rapidly down the street. I had no time to look to
him, for now I saw two men, shoulder to shoulder, making their
way through the crowd, regardless of any one in their way, and
paying no attention to abuse or remonstrances. They were the
lieutenant and Rischenheim. Without a moment's hesitation I set
myself to push and battle a way through, thinking to join them in
front. On they went, and on I went. All gave place before us in
surly reluctance or frightened willingness. We three were
together in the first rank of the crowd when the door of the
house was flung open, and a girl ran out. Her hair was
disordered, her face pale, and her eyes full of alarm. There she
stood on the doorstep, facing the crowd, which in an instant grew
as if by magic to three times its former size, and, little
knowing what she did, she cried in the eager accents of sheer
"Help, help! The king! The king!"
CHAPTER XVII. YOUNG RUPERT AND THE PLAY-ACTOR
There rises often before my mind the picture of young Rupert,
standing where Rischenheim left him, awaiting the return of his
messenger and watching for some sign that should declare to
Strelsau the death of its king which his own hand had wrought.
His image is one that memory holds clear and distinct, though
time may blur the shape of greater and better men, and the
position in which he was that morning gives play enough to the
imagination. Save for Rischenheim, a broken reed, and Bauer, who
was gone, none knew where, he stood alone against a kingdom which
he had robbed of its head, and a band of resolute men who would
know no rest and no security so long as he lived. For protection
he had only a quick brain, his courage, and his secret. Yet he
could not fly--he was without resources till his cousin furnished
them--and at any moment his opponents might find themselves able
to declare the king's death and raise the city in hue and cry
after him. Such men do not repent; but it may be that he
regretted the enterprise which had led him on so far and forced
on him a deed so momentous; yet to those who knew him it seems
more likely that the smile broadened on his firm full lips as he
looked down on the unconscious city. Well, I daresay he would
have been too much for me, but I wish I had been the man to find
him there. He would not have had it so; for I believe that he
asked no better than to cross swords again with Rudolf Rassendyll
and set his fortunes on the issue.
Down below, the old woman was cooking a stew for her dinner, now
and then grumbling to herself that the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim
was so long away, and Bauer, the rascal, drunk in some pot-house.
The kitchen door stood open, and through it could be seen the
girl Rosa, busily scrubbing the tiled floor; her color was high
and her eyes bright; from time to time she paused in her task,
and, raising her head, seemed to listen. The time at which the
king needed her was past, but the king had not come. How little
the old woman knew for whom she listened! All her talk had been
of Bauer--why Bauer did not come and what could have befallen
him. It was grand to hold the king's secret for him, and she
would hold it with her life; for he had been kind and gracious to
her, and he was her man of all the men in Strelsau. Bauer was a
stumpy fellow; the Count of Hentzau was handsome, handsome as the
devil; but the king was her man. And the king had trusted her;
she would die before hurt should come to him.
There were wheels in the street--quick-rolling wheels. They
seemed to stop a few doors away, then to roll on again past the
house. The girl's head was raised; the old woman, engrossed in
her stewing, took no heed. The girl's straining ear caught a
rapid step outside. Then it came--the knock, the sharp knock
followed by five light ones. The old woman heard now: dropping
her spoon into the pot, she lifted the mess off the fire and
turned round, saying: "There's the rogue at last! Open the door
for him, Rosa."
Before she spoke Rosa had darted down the passage. The door
opened and shut again. The old woman waddled to the threshold of
the kitchen. The passage and the shop were dark behind the closed
shutters, but the figure by the girl's side was taller than
"Who's there?" cried Mother Holf sharply. "The shop's shut
to-day: you can't come in."
"But I am in," came the answer, and Rudolf stepped towards her.
The girl followed a pace behind, her hands clasped and her eyes
alight with excitement. "Don't you know me?" asked Rudolf,
standing opposite the old woman and smiling down on her.
There, in the dim light of the low-roofed passage, Mother Holf
was fairly puzzled. She knew the story of Mr. Rassendyll; she
knew that he was again in Ruritania, it was no surprise to her
that he should be in Strelsau; but she did not know that Rupert
had killed the king, and she had not seen the king close at hand
since his illness and his beard impaired what had been a perfect
likeness. In fine, she could not tell whether it were indeed the
king who spoke to her or his counterfeit.
"Who are you?" she asked, curt and blunt in her confusion. The
girl broke in with an amused laugh.
"Why, it's the--" She paused. Perhaps the king's identity was a
Rudolf nodded to her. "Tell her who I am," said he.
"Why, mother, it's the king," whispered Rosa, laughing and
blushing. "The king, mother."
"Ay, if the king's alive, I'm the king," said Rudolf. I suppose
he wanted to find out how much the old woman knew.
She made no answer, but stared up at his face. In her
bewilderment she forgot to ask how he had learnt the signal that
gained him admission.
"I've come to see the Count of Hentzau," Rudolf continued. "Take
me to him at once."
The old woman was across his path in a moment, all defiant, arms
"Nobody can see the count. He's not here," she blurted out.
"What, can't the king see him? Not even the king?"
"King!" she cried, peering at him. "Are you the king?"
Rosa burst out laughing.
"Mother, you must have seen the king a hundred times," she
"The king, or his ghost--what does it matter?" said Rudolf
The old woman drew back with an appearance of sudden alarm.
"His ghost? Is he?"
"His ghost!" rang out in the girl's merry laugh. "Why, here's the
king himself, mother. You don't look much like a ghost, sir."
Mother Holf's face was livid now, and her eyes staring fixedly.
Perhaps it shot into her brain that something had happened to the
king, and that this man had come because of it--this man who was
indeed the image, and might have been the spirit, of the king.
She leant against the door post, her broad bosom heaving under
her scanty stuff gown. Yet still--was it not the king?
"God help us!" she muttered in fear and bewilderment.
"He helps us, never fear," said Rudolf Rassendyll. "Where is
The girl had caught alarm from her mother's agitation. "He's
upstairs in the attic at the top of the house, sir," she
whispered in frightened tones, with a glance that fled from her
mother's terrified face to Rudolf's set eyes and steady smile.
What she said was enough for him. He slipped by the old woman and
began to mount the stairs.
The two watched him, Mother Holf as though fascinated, the girl
alarmed but still triumphant: she had done what the king bade
her. Rudolf turned the corner of the first landing and
disappeared from their sight. The old woman, swearing and
muttering, stumbled back into her kitchen, set her stew on the
fire, and began to stir it, her eyes set on the flames and
careless of the pot. The girl watched her mother for a moment,
wondering how she could think of the stew, not guessing that she
turned the spoon without a thought of what she did; then she
began to crawl, quickly but noiselessly, up the staircase in the
track of Rudolf Rassendyll. She looked back once: the old woman
stirred with a monotonous circular movement of her fat arm. Rosa,
bent half-double, skimmed upstairs, till she came in sight of the
king whom she was so proud to serve. He was on the top landing
now, outside the door of a large attic where Rupert of Hentzau
was lodged. She saw him lay his hand on the latch of the door;
his other hand rested in the pocket of his coat. From the room
no sound came; Rupert may have heard the step outside and stood
motionless to listen. Rudolf opened the door and walked in. The
girl darted breathlessly up the remaining steps, and, coming to
the door, just as it swung back on the latch, crouched down by
it, listening to what passed within, catching glimpses of forms
and movements through the chinks of the crazy hinge and the
crevices where the wood of the panel sprung and left a narrow eye
hole for her absorbed gazing.
Rupert of Hentzau had no thought of ghosts; the men he killed lay
still where they fell, and slept where they were buried. And he
had no wonder at the sight of Rudolf Rassendyll. It told him no
more than that Rischenheim's errand had fallen out ill, at which
he was not surprised, and that his old enemy was again in his
path, at which (as I verily believe) he was more glad than sorry.
As Rudolf entered, he had been half-way between window and table;
he came forward to the table now, and stood leaning the points of
two fingers on the unpolished dirty-white deal.
"Ah, the play-actor!" said he, with a gleam of his teeth and a
toss of his curls, while his second hand, like Mr. Rassendyll's,
rested in the pocket of his coat.
Mr. Rassendyll himself has confessed that in old days it went
against the grain with him when Rupert called him a play-actor.
He was a little older now, and his temper more difficult to stir.
"Yes, the play-actor," he answered, smiling. "With a shorter part
this time, though."
"What part to-day? Isn't it the old one, the king with a
pasteboard crown?" asked Rupert, sitting down on the table.
"Faith, we shall do handsomely in Ruritania: you have a
pasteboard crown, and I (humble man though I am) have given the
other one a heavenly crown. What a brave show! But perhaps I tell
"No, I know what you've done."
"I take no credit. It was more the dog's doing than mine," said
Rupert carelessly. "However, there it is, and dead he is, and
there's an end of it. What's your business, play-actor?"
At the repetition of this last word, to her so mysterious, the
girl outside pressed her eyes more eagerly to the chink and
strained her ears to listen more sedulously. And what did the
count mean by the "other one" and "a heavenly crown"?
"Why not call me king?" asked Rudolf.
"They call you that in Strelsau?"
"Those that know I'm here."
"And they are--?"
"Some few score."
"And thus," said Rupert, waving an arm towards the window, "the
town is quiet and the flags fly?"
"You've been waiting to see them lowered?"
"A man likes to have some notice taken of what he has done,"
Rupert complained. "However, I can get them lowered when I will."
"By telling your news? Would that be good for yourself?"
"Forgive me--not that way. Since the king has two lives, it is
but in nature that he should have two deaths."
"And when he has undergone the second?"
"I shall live at peace, my friend, on a certain source of income
that I possess." He tapped his breast-pocket with a slight,
defiant laugh. "In these days," said he, "even queens must be
careful about their letters. We live in moral times."
"You don't share the responsibility for it," said Rudolf,
"I make my little protest. But what's your business, play-actor?
For I think you're rather tiresome."
Rudolf grew grave. He advanced towards the table, and spoke in
low, serious tones.
"My lord, you're alone in this matter now. Rischenheim is a
prisoner; your rogue Bauer I encountered last night and broke his
"Ah, you did?"
"You have what you know of in your hands. If you yield, on my
honor I will save your life."
"You don't desire my blood, then, most forgiving play-actor?"
"So much, that I daren't fail to offer you life," answered Rudolf
Rassendyll. "Come, sir, your plan has failed: give up the
Rupert looked at him thoughtfully.
"You'll see me safe off if I give it you?" he asked.
"I'll prevent your death. Yes, and I'll see you safe."
"To a fortress, where a trustworthy gentleman will guard you."
"For how long, my dear friend?"
"I hope for many years, my dear Count."
"In fact, I suppose, as long as--?"
"Heaven leaves you to the world, Count. It's impossible to set
"That's the offer, then?"
"The extreme limit of indulgence," answered Rudolf. Rupert burst
into a laugh, half of defiance, yet touched with the ring of true
amusement. Then he lit a cigarette and sat puffing and smiling.
"I should wrong you by straining your kindness so far," said he;
and in wanton insolence, seeking again to show Mr. Rassendyll the
mean esteem in which he held him, and the weariness his presence
was, he raised his arms and stretched them above his head, as a
man does in the fatigue of tedium. "Heigho!" he yawned.
But he had overshot the mark this time. With a sudden swift bound
Rudolf was upon him; his hands gripped Rupert's wrists, and with
his greater strength he bent back the count's pliant body till
trunk and head lay flat on the table. Neither man spoke; their
eyes met; each heard the other's breathing and felt the vapor of
it on his face. The girl outside had seen the movement of
Rudolf's figure, but her cranny did not serve her to show her the
two where they were now; she knelt on her knees in ignorant
suspense. Slowly and with a patient force Rudolf began to work
his enemy's arms towards one another. Rupert had read his design
in his eyes and resisted with tense muscles. It seemed as though
his arms must crack; but at last they moved. Inch by inch they
were driven closer; now the elbows almost touched; now the wrists
joined in reluctant contact. The sweat broke out on the count's
brow, and stood in large drops on Rudolf's. Now the wrists were
side by side, and slowly the long sinewy fingers of Rudolf's
right hand, that held one wrist already in their vise, began to
creep round the other. The grip seemed to have half numbed
Rupert's arms, and his struggles grew fainter. Round both wrists
the sinewy fingers climbed and coiled; gradually and timidly the
grasp of the other hand was relaxed and withdrawn. Would the one
hold both? With a great spasm of effort Rupert put it to the
The smile that bent Mr. Rassendyll's lips gave the answer. He
could hold both, with one hand he could hold both: not for long,
no, but for an instant. And then, in the instant, his left hand,
free at last, shot to the breast of the count's coat. It was the
same that he had worn at the hunting-lodge, and was ragged and
torn from the boar-hound's teeth. Rudolf tore it further open,
and his hand dashed in.
"God's curse on you!" snarled Rupert of Hentzau.
But Mr. Rassendyll still smiled. Then he drew out a letter. A
glance at it showed him the queen's seal. As he glanced Rupert
made another effort. The one hand, wearied out, gave way, and Mr.
Rassendyll had no more than time to spring away, holding his
prize. The next moment he had his revolver in his hand--none too
soon, for Rupert of Hentzau's barrel faced him, and they stood
thus, opposite to one another, with no more than three or four
feet between the mouths of their weapons.
There is, indeed, much that may be said against Rupert of
Hentzau, the truth about him well-nigh forbidding that charity of
judgment which we are taught to observe towards all men. But
neither I nor any man who knew him ever found in him a shrinking
from danger or a fear of death. It was no feeling such as these,
but rather a cool calculation of chances, that now stayed his
hand. Even if he were victorious in the duel, and both did not
die, yet the noise of the firearms would greatly decrease his
chances of escape. Moreover, he was a noted swordsman, and
conceived that he was Mr. Rassendyll's superior in that exercise.
The steel offered him at once a better prospect for victory and
more hope of a safe fight. So he did not pull his trigger, but,
maintaining his aim the while, said:
"I'm not a street bully, and I don't excel in a rough-and-tumble.
Will you fight now like a gentleman? There's a pair of blades in
the case yonder."
Mr. Rassendyll, in his turn, was keenly alive to the peril that
still hung over the queen. To kill Rupert would not save her if
he himself also were shot and left dead, or so helpless that he
could not destroy the letter; and while Rupert's revolver was at
his heart he could not tear it up nor reach the fire that burnt
on the other side of the room. Nor did he fear the result of a
trial with steel, for he had kept himself in practice and
improved his skill since the days when he came first to Strelsau.
"As you will," said he. "Provided we settle the matter here and
now, the manner is the same to me."
"Put your revolver on the table, then, and I'll lay mine by the
side of it."
"I beg your pardon," smiled Rudolf, "but you must lay yours down
"I'm to trust you, it seems, but you won't trust me!"
"Precisely. You know you can trust me; you know that I can't
A sudden flush swept over Rupert of Hentzau's face. There were
moments when he saw, in the mirror of another's face or words,
the estimation in which honorable men held him; and I believe
that he hated Mr. Rassendyll most fiercely, not for thwarting his
enterprise, but because he had more power than any other man to
show him that picture. His brows knit in a frown, and his lips
"Ay, but though you won't fire, you'll destroy the letter," he
sneered. "I know your fine distinctions."
"Again I beg your pardon. You know very well that, although all
Strelsau were at the door, I wouldn't touch the letter."
With an angry muttered oath Rupert flung his revolver on the
table. Rudolf came forward and laid his by it. Then he took up
both, and, crossing to the mantelpiece, laid them there; between
there he placed the queen's letter. A bright blaze burnt in the
grate; it needed but the slightest motion of his hand to set the
letter beyond all danger. But he placed it carefully on the
mantelpiece, and, with a slight smile on his face, turned to
Rupert, saying: "Now shall we resume the bout that Fritz von
Tarlenheim interrupted in the forest of Zenda?"
All this while they had been speaking in subdued accents,
resolution in one, anger in the other, keeping the voice in an
even, deliberate lowness. The girl outside caught only a word
here and there; but now suddenly the flash of steel gleamed on
her eyes through the crevice of the hinge. She gave a sudden
gasp, and, pressing her face closer to the opening, listened and
looked. For Rupert of Hentzau had taken the swords from their
case and put them on the table. With a slight bow Rudolf took
one, and the two assumed their positions. Suddenly Rupert lowered
his point. The frown vanished from his face, and he spoke in his
usual bantering tone.
"By the way," said he, "perhaps we're letting our feelings run
away with us. Have you more of a mind now to be King of
Ruritania? If so, I'm ready to be the most faithful of your
"You honor me, Count."
"Provided, of course, that I'm one of the most favored and the
richest. Come, come, the fool is dead now; he lived like a fool
and he died like a fool. The place is empty. A dead man has no
rights and suffers no wrongs. Damn it, that's good law, isn't it?
Take his place and his wife. You can pay my price then. Or are
you still so virtuous? Faith, how little some men learn from the
world they live in! If I had your chance!"
"Come, Count, you'd be the last man to trust Rupert of Hentzau."
"If I made it worth his while?"
"But he's a man who would take the pay and betray his associate."
Again Rupert flushed. When he next spoke his voice was hard,
cold, and low.
"By God, Rudolf Rassendyll," said he, "I'll kill you here and
"I ask no better than that you should try."
"And then I'll proclaim that woman for what she is in all
Strelsau." A smile came on his lips as he watched Rudolf's face.
"Guard yourself, my lord," said Mr. Rassendyll.
"Ay, for no better than--There, man, I'm ready for you." For
Rudolf's blade had touched his in warning.
The steel jangled. The girl's pale face was at the crevice of the
hinge. She heard the blades cross again and again. Then one would
run up the other with a sharp, grating slither. At times she
caught a glimpse of a figure in quick forward lunge or rapid wary
withdrawal. Her brain was almost paralyzed.
Ignorant of the mind and heart of young Rupert, she could not
conceive that he tried to kill the king. Yet the words she had
caught sounded like the words of men quarreling, and she could
not persuade herself that the gentlemen fenced only for pastime.
They were not speaking now; but she heard their hard breathing
and the movement of their unresting feet on the bare boards of
the floor. Then a cry rang out, clear and merry with the fierce
hope of triumph: "Nearly! nearly!"
She knew the voice for Rupert of Hentzau's, and it was the king
who answered calmly, "Nearly isn't quite."
Again she listened. They seemed to have paused for a moment, for
there was no sound, save of the hard breathing and deep-drawn
pants of men who rest an instant in the midst of intense
exertion. Then came again the clash and the slitherings; and one
of them crossed into her view. She knew the tall figure and she
saw the red hair: it was the king. Backward step by step he
seemed to be driven, coming nearer and nearer to the door. At
last there was no more than a foot between him and her; only the
crazy panel prevented her putting out her hand to touch him.
Again the voice of Rupert rang out in rich exultation, "I have
you now! Say your prayers, King Rudolf!"
"Say your prayers!" Then they fought. It was earnest, not play.
And it was the king--her king--her dear king, who was in great
peril of his life. For an instant she knelt, still watching. Then
with a low cry of terror she turned and ran headlong down the
steep stairs. Her mind could not tell what to do, but her heart
cried out that she must do something for her king. Reaching the
ground floor, she ran with wide-open eyes into the kitchen. The
stew was on the hob, the old woman still held the spoon, but she
had ceased to stir and fallen into a chair.
"He's killing the king! He's killing the king!" cried Rosa,
seizing her mother by the arm. "Mother, what shall we do? He's
killing the king!"
The old woman looked up with dull eyes and a stupid, cunning
"Let them alone," she said. "There's no king here."
"Yes, yes. He's upstairs in the count's room. They're fighting,
he and the Count of Hentzau. Mother, Count Rupert will kill
"Let them alone. He the king? He's no king," muttered the old
For an instant Rosa stood looking down on her in helplessdespair.
Then a light flashed into her eyes.
"I must call for help," she cried.
The old woman seemed to spring to sudden life. She jumped up and
caught her daughter by the shoulder.
"No, no," she whispered in quick accents. "You--you don't know.
Let them alone, you fool! It's not our business. Let them alone."
"Let me go, mother, let me go! Mother, I must help the king!"
"I'll not let you go," said Mother Holf.
But Rosa was young and strong; her heart was fired with terror
for the king's danger.
"I must go," she cried; and she flung her mother's grasp off from
her so that the old woman was thrown back into her chair, and the
spoon fell from her hand and clattered on the tiles. But Rosa
turned and fled down the passage and through the shop. The bolts
delayed her trembling fingers for an instant. Then she flung the
door wide. A new amazement filled her eyes at the sight of the
eager crowd before the house. Then her eyes fell on me where I
stood between the lieutenant and Rischenheim, and she uttered her
wild cry, "Help! The king!"
With one bound I was by her side and in the house, while
Bernenstein cried, "Quicker!" from behind.
CHAPTER XVIII. THE TRIUMPH OF THE KING
THE things that men call presages, presentiments, and so forth,
are, to my mind, for the most part idle nothings: sometimes it is
only that probable events cast before them a natural shadow which
superstitious fancy twists into a Heaven sent warning; oftener
the same desire that gives conception works fulfilment, and the
dreamer sees in the result of his own act and will a mysterious
accomplishment independent of his effort. Yet when I observe thus
calmly and with good sense on the matter to the Constable of
Zenda, he shakes his head and answers, "But Rudolf Rassendyll
knew from the first that he would come again to Strelsau and
engage young Rupert point to point. Else why did he practise with
the foils so as to be a better swordsman the second time than he
was the first? Mayn't God do anything that Fritz von Tarlenheim
can't understand? a pretty notion, on my life!" And he goes off
Well, be it inspiration, or be it delusion--and the difference
stands often on a hair's breadth--I am glad that Rudolf had it.
For if a man once grows rusty, it is everything short of
impossible to put the fine polish on his skill again. Mr.
Rassendyll had strength, will, coolness, and, of course, courage.
None would have availed had not his eye been in perfect
familiarity with its work, and his hand obeyed it as readily as
the bolt slips in a well-oiled groove. As the thing stood, the
lithe agility and unmatched dash of young Rupert but just missed
being too much for him. He was in deadly peril when the girl Rosa
ran down to bring him aid. His practised skill was able to
maintain his defence. He sought to do no more, but endured
Rupert's fiery attack and wily feints in an almost motionless
stillness. Almost, I say; for the slight turns of wrist that seem
nothing are everything, and served here to keep his skin whole
and his life in him.
There was an instant--Rudolf saw it in his eyes and dwelt on it
when he lightly painted the scene for me--when there dawned on
Rupert of Hentzau the knowledge that he could not break down his
enemy's guard. Surprise, chagrin, amusement, or something like
it, seemed blended in his look. He could not make out how he was
caught and checked in every effort, meeting, it seemed, a barrier
of iron impregnable in rest. His quick brain grasped the lesson
in an instant. If his skill were not the greater, the victory
would not be his, for his endurance was the less. He was younger,
and his frame was not so closely knit; pleasure had taken its
tithe from him; perhaps a good cause goes for something. Even
while he almost pressed Rudolf against the panel of the door, he
seemed to know that his measure of success was full. But what the
hand could not compass the head might contrive. In quickly
conceived strategy he began to give pause in his attack, nay, he
retreated a step or two. No scruples hampered his devices, no
code of honor limited the means he would employ. Backing before
his opponent, he seemed to Rudolf to be faint-hearted; he was
baffled, but seemed despairing; he was weary, but played a more
complete fatigue. Rudolf advanced, pressing and attacking, only
to meet a defence as perfect as his own. They were in the middle
of the room now, close by the table. Rupert, as though he had
eyes in the back of his head, skirted round, avoiding it by a
narrow inch. His breathing was quick and distressed, gasp
tumbling over gasp, but still his eye was alert and his hand
unerring. He had but a few moments' more effort left in him: it
was enough if he could reach his goal and perpetrate the trick on
which his mind, fertile in every base device, was set. For it was
towards the mantelpiece that his retreat, seeming forced, in
truth so deliberate, led him. There was the letter, there lay the
revolvers. The time to think of risks was gone by; the time to
boggle over what honor allowed or forbade had never come to
Rupert of Hentzau. If he could not win by force and skill, he
would win by guile and by treachery, to the test that he had
himself invited. The revolvers lay on the mantelpiece: he meant
to possess himself of one, if he could gain an instant in which
to snatch it.
The device that he adopted was nicely chosen. It was too late to
call a rest or ask breathing space: Mr. Rassendyll was not blind
to the advantage he had won, and chivalry would have turned to
folly had it allowed such indulgence. Rupert was hard by the
mantelpiece now. The sweat was pouring from his face, and his
breast seemed like to burst in the effort after breath; yet he
had enough strength for his purpose. He must have slackened his
hold on his weapon, for when Rudolf's blade next struck it, it
flew from his hand, twirled out of a nerveless grasp, and slid
along the floor. Rupert stood disarmed, and Rudolf motionless.
"Pick it up," said Mr. Rassendyll, never thinking there had been
"Ay, and you'll truss me while I do it."
"You young fool, don't you know me yet?" and Rudolf, lowering his
blade, rested its point on the floor, while with his left hand he
indicated Rupert's weapon. Yet something warned him: it may be
there came a look in Rupert's eyes, perhaps of scorn for his
enemy's simplicity, perhaps of pure triumph in the graceless
knavery. Rudolf stood waiting.
"You swear you won't touch me while I pick it up?" asked Rupert,
shrinking back a little, and thereby getting an inch or two
nearer the mantelpiece.
"You have my promise: pick it up. I won't wait any longer."
"You won't kill me unarmed?" cried Rupert, in alarmed scandalized
The speech went unfinished, unless a sudden cry were its ending.
And, as he cried, Rudolf Rassendyll, dropping his sword on the
ground, sprang forward. For Rupert's hand had shot out behind him
and was on the butt of one of the revolvers. The whole trick
flashed on Rudolf, and he sprang, flinging his long arms round
Rupert. But Rupert had the revolver in his hand.
In all likelihood the two neither heard nor heeded, though it
seemed to me that the creaks and groans of the old stairs were
loud enough to wake the dead. For now Rosa had given the alarm,
Bernenstein and I--or I and Bernenstein (for I was first, and,
therefore, may put myself first)--had rushed up. Hard behind us
came Rischenheim, and hot on his heels a score of fellows,
pushing and shouldering and trampling. We in front had a fair
start, and gained the stairs unimpeded; Rischenheim was caught up
in the ruck and gulfed in the stormy, tossing group that
struggled for first footing on the steps. Yet, soon they were
after us, and we heard them reach the first landing as we sped up
to the last. There was a confused din through all the house, and
it seemed now to echo muffled and vague through the walls from
the street without. I was conscious of it, although I paid no
heed to anything but reaching the room where the king--where
Rudolf--was. Now I was there, Bernenstein hanging to my heels.
The door did not hold us a second. I was in, he after me. He
slammed the door and set his back against it, just as the rush of
feet flooded the highest flight of stairs. And at the moment a
revolver shot rang clear and loud.
The lieutenant and I stood still, he against the door, I a pace
farther into the room. The sight we saw was enough to arrest us
with its strange interest. The smoke of the shot was curling
about, but neither man seemed wounded. The revolver was in
Rupert's hand, and its muzzle smoked. But Rupert was jammed
against the wall, just by the side of the mantelpiece. With one
hand Rudolf had pinned his left arm to the wainscoting higher
than his head, with the other he held his right wrist. I drew
slowly nearer: if Rudolf were unarmed, I could fairly enforce a
truce and put them on an equality; yet, though Rudolf was
unarmed, I did nothing. The sight of his face stopped me. He was
very pale and his lips were set, but it was his eyes that caught
my gaze, for they were glad and merciless. I had never seen him
look thus before. I turned from him to young Hentzau's face.
Rupert's teeth were biting his under lip, the sweat dropped, and
the veins swelled large and blue on his forehead; his eyes were
set on Rudolf Rassendyll. Fascinated, I drew nearer. Then I saw
what passed. Inch by inch Rupert's arm curved, the elbow bent,
the hand that had pointed almost straight from him and at Mr.
Rassendyll pointed now away from both towards the window. But its
motion did not stop; it followed the line of a circle: now it was
on Rupert's arm; still it moved, and quicker now, for the power
of resistance grew less. Rupert was beaten; he felt it and knew
it, and I read the knowledge in his eyes. I stepped up to Rudolf
Rassendyll. He heard or felt me, and turned his eyes for an
instant. I do not know what my face said, but he shook his head
and turned back to Rupert. The revolver, held still in the man's
own hand, was at his heart. The motion ceased, the point was
I looked again at Rupert. Now his face was easier; there was a
slight smile on his lips; he flung back his comely head and
rested thus against the wainscoting; his eyes asked a question of
Rudolf Rassendyll. I turned my gaze to where the answer was to
come, for Rudolf made none in words. By the swiftest of movements
he shifted his grasp from Rupert's wrist and pounced on his hand.
Now his forefinger rested on Rupert's and Rupert's was on the
trigger. I am no soft-heart, but I laid a hand on his shoulder.
He took no heed; I dared do no more. Rupert glanced at me. I
caught his look, but what could I say to him? Again my eyes were
riveted on Rudolf's finger. Now it was crooked round Rupert's,
seeming like a man who strangles another.
I will not say more. He smiled to the last; his proud head, which
had never bent for shame, did not bend for fear. There was a
sudden tightening in the pressure of that crooked forefinger, a
flash, a noise. He was held up against the wall for an instant by
Rudolf's hand; when that was removed he sank, a heap that looked
all head and knees.
But hot on the sound of the discharge came a shout and an oath
from Bernenstein. He was hurled away from the door, and through
it burst Rischenheim and the whole score after him. They were
jostling one another and crying out to know what passed and where
the king was. High over all the voices, coming from the back of
the throng, I heard the cry of the girl Rosa. But as soon as they
were in the room, the same spell that had fastened Bernenstein
and me to inactivity imposed its numbing power on them also. Only
Rischenheim gave a sudden sob and ran forward to where his cousin
lay. The rest stood staring. For a moment Rudolf eyed them. Then,
without a word, he turned his back. He put out the right hand
with which he had just killed Rupert of Hentzau, and took the
letter from the mantelpiece. He glanced at the envelope, then he
opened the letter. The handwriting banished any last doubt he
had; he tore the letter across, and again in four pieces, and yet
again in smaller fragments. Then he sprinkled the morsels of
paper into the blaze of the fire. I believe that every eye in the
room followed them and watched till they curled and crinkled into
black, wafery ashes. Thus, at last the queen's letter was safe.
When he had thus set the seal on his task he turned round to us
again. He paid no heed to Rischenheim, who was crouching down by
the body of Rupert; but he looked at Bernenstein and me, and then
at the people behind us. He waited a moment before he spoke; then
his utterance was not only calm but also very slow, so that he
seemed to be choosing his words carefully.
"Gentlemen," said he, "a full account of this matter will be
rendered by myself in due time. For the present it must suffice
to say that this gentleman who lies here dead sought an interview
with me on private business. I came here to find him, desiring,
as he professed, to desire, privacy. And here he tried to kill
me. The result of his attempt you see."
I bowed low, Bernenstein did the like, and all the rest followed
"A full account shall be given," said Rudolf. "Now let all leave
me, except the Count of Tarlenheim and Lieutenant von
Most unwillingly, with gaping mouths and wonder-struck eyes, the
throng filed out of the door. Rischenheim rose to his feet.
"You stay, if you like," said Rudolf, and the count knelt again
by his kinsman.
Seeing the rough bedsteads by the wall of the attic, I touched
Rischenheim on the shoulder and pointed to one of them. Together
we lifted Rupert of Hentzau. The revolver was still in his hand,
but Bernenstein disengaged it from his grasp. Then Rischenheim
and I laid him down, disposing his body decently and spreading
over it his riding cloak, still spotted with the mud gathered on
his midnight expedition to the hunting-lodge. His face looked
much as before the shot was fired; in death, as in life, he was
the handsomest fellow in all Ruritania. I wager that many tender
hearts ached and many bright eyes were dimmed for him when the
news of his guilt and death went forth. There are ladies still in
Strelsau who wear his trinkets in an ashamed devotion that cannot
forget. Well, even I, who had every good cause to hate and scorn
him, set the hair smooth on his brow; while Rischenheim was
sobbing like a child, and young Bernenstein rested his head on
his arm as he leant on the mantelpiece, and would not look at the
dead. Rudolf alone seemed not to heed him or think of him. His
eyes had lost their unnatural look of joy, and were now calm and
tranquil. He took his own revolver from the mantelpiece and put
it in his pocket, laying Rupert's neatly where his had been. Then
he turned to me and said:
"Come, let us go to the queen and tell her that the letter is
beyond reach of hurt."
Moved by some impulse, I walked to the window and put my head
out. I was seen from below, and a great shout greeted me. The
crowd before the doors grew every moment; the people flocking
from all quarters would soon multiply it a hundred fold; for such
news as had been carried from the attic by twenty wondering
tongues spreads like a forest-fire. It would be through Strelsau
in a few minutes, through the kingdom in an hour, through Europe
in but little longer. Rupert was dead and the letter was safe,
but what were we to tell that great concourse concerning their
king? A queer feeling of helpless perplexity came over me and
found vent in a foolish laugh. Bernenstein was by my side; he
also looked out, and turned again with an eager face.
"You'll have a royal progress to your palace," said he to Rudolf
Mr. Rassendyll made no answer, but, coming to me, took my arm. We
went out, leaving Rischenheim by the body. I did not think of
him; Bernenstein probably thought that he would keep his pledge
given to the queen, for he followed us immediately and without
demur. There was nobody outside the door. The house was very
quiet, and the tumult from the street reached us only in a
muffled roar. But when we came to the foot of the stairs we found
the two women. Mother Holf stood on the threshold of the kitchen,
looking amazed and terrified. Rosa was clinging to her; but as
soon as Rudolf came in sight, the girl sprang forward and flung
herself on her knees before him, pouring out incoherent thanks to
Heaven for his safety. He bent down and spoke to her in a
whisper; she looked up with a flush of pride on her face. He
seemed to hesitate a moment; he glanced at his hands, but he wore
no ring save that which the queen had given him long ago. Then he
disengaged his chain and took his gold watch from his pocket.
Turning it over, he showed me the monogram, R. R.
"Rudolfus Rex," he whispered with a whimsical smile, and pressed
the watch into the girl's hand, saying: "Keep this to remind you
She laughed and sobbed as she caught it with one hand, while with
the other she held his.
"You must let go," he said gently. "I have much to do."
I took her by the arm and induced her to rise. Rudolf, released,
passed on to where the old woman stood. He spoke to her in a
stern, distinct voice.
"I don't know," he said, "how far you are a party to the plot
that was hatched in your house. For the present I am content not
to know, for it is no pleasure to me to detect disloyalty or to
punish an old woman. But take care! The first word you speak, the
first act you do against me, the king, will bring its certain and
swift punishment. If you trouble me, I won't spare you. In spite
of traitors I am still king in Strelsau."
He paused, looking hard in her face. Her lip quivered and her
"Yes," he repeated, "I am king in Strelsau. Keep your hands out
of mischief and your tongue quiet."
She made no answer. He passed on. I was following, but as I went
by her the old woman clutched my arm. "In God's name, who is he?"
"Are you mad?" I asked, lifting my brows. "Don't you know the
king when he speaks to you? And you'd best remember what he said.
He has servants who'll do his orders."
She let me go and fell back a step. Young Bernenstein smiled at
her; he at least found more pleasure than anxiety in our
position. Thus, then, we left them: the old woman terrified,
amazed, doubtful; the girl with ruddy cheeks and shining eyes,
clasping in her two hands the keepsake that the king himself had
Bernenstein had more presence of mind than I. He ran forward, got
in front of both of us, and flung the door open. Then, bowing
very low, he stood aside to let Rudolf pass. The street was full
from end to end now, and a mighty shout of welcome rose from
thousands of throats. Hats and handkerchiefs were waved in mad
exultation and triumphant loyalty. The tidings of the king's
escape had flashed through the city, and all were there to do him
honor. They had seized some gentleman's landau and taken out the
horses. The carriage stood now before the doors of the house.
Rudolf had waited a moment on the threshold, lifting his hat once
or twice; his face was perfectly calm, and I saw no trembling in
his hands. In an instant a dozen arms took gentle hold of him and
impelled him forward. He mounted into the carriage; Bernenstein
and I followed, with bare heads, and sat on the back seat, facing
him. The people were round as thick as bees, and it seemed as
though we could not move without crushing somebody. Yet presently
the wheels turned, and they began to drag us away at a slow walk.
Rudolf kept raising his hat, bowing now to right, now to left.
But once, as he turned, his eyes met ours. In spite of what was
behind and what was in front, we all three smiled.
"I wish they'd go a little quicker," said Rudolf in a whisper, as
he conquered his smile and turned again to acknowledge the loyal
greetings of his subjects.
But what did they know of any need for haste? They did not know
what stood on the turn of the next few hours, nor the momentous
question that pressed for instant decision. So far from hurrying,
they lengthened our ride by many pauses; they kept us before the
cathedral, while some ran and got the joy bells set ringing; we
were stopped to receive improvised bouquets from the hands of
pretty girls and impetuous hand-shakings from enthusiastic
loyalists. Through it all Rudolf kept his composure, and seemed
to play his part with native kingliness. I heard Bernenstein
whisper, "By God, we must stick to it!"
At last we came in sight of the palace. Here also there was a
great stir. Many officers and soldiers were about. I saw the
chancellor's carriage standing near the portico, and a dozen
other handsome equipages were waiting till they could approach.
Our human horses drew us slowly up to the entrance. Helsing was
on the steps, and ran down to the carriage, greeting the king
with passionate fervor. The shouts of the crowd grew louder
But suddenly a stillness fell on them; it lasted but an instant,
and was the prelude to a deafening roar. I was looking at Rudolf
and saw his head turn suddenly and his eyes grow bright. I looked
where his eyes had gone. There, on the top step of the broad
marble flight, stood the queen, pale as the marble itself,
stretching out her hands towards Rudolf. The people had seen her:
she it was whom this last rapturous cheer greeted. My wife stood
close behind her, and farther back others of her ladies.
Bernenstein and I sprang out. With a last salute to the people
Rudolf followed us. He walked up to the highest step but one, and
there fell on one knee and kissed the queen's hand. I was by him,
and when he looked up in her face I heard him say:
"All's well. He's dead, and the letter burnt."
She raised him with her hand. Her lips moved, but it seemed as
though she could find no words to speak. She put her arm through
his, and thus they stood for an instant, fronting all Strelsau.
Again the cheers rang out, and young Bernenstein sprang forward,
waving his helmet and crying like a man possessed, "God save the
king!" I was carried away by his enthusiasm and followed his
lead. All the people took up the cry with boundless fervor, and
thus we all, high and low in Strelsau, that afternoon hailed Mr.
Rassendyll for our king. There had been no such zeal since Henry
the Lion came back from his wars, a hundred and fifty years ago.
"And yet," observed old Helsing at my elbow, "agitators say that
there is no enthusiasm for the house of Elphberg!" He took a
pinch of snuff in scornful satisfaction.
Young Bernenstein interrupted his cheering with a short laugh,
but fell to his task again in a moment. I had recovered my senses
by now, and stood panting, looking down on the crowd. It was
growing dusk and the faces became blurred into a white sea. Yet
suddenly I seemed to discern one glaring up at me from the middle
of the crowd--the pale face of a man with a bandage about his
head. I caught Bernenstein's arm and whispered, "Bauer," pointing
with my finger where the face was. But, even as I pointed, it was
gone; though it seemed impossible for a man to move in that
press, yet it was gone. It had come like a cynic's warning across
the scene of mock triumph, and went swiftly as it had come,
leaving behind it a reminder of our peril. I felt suddenly sick
at heart, and almost cried out to the people to have done with
their silly shouting.
At last we got away. The plea of fatigue met all visitors who
made their way to the door and sought to offer their
congratulations; it could not disperse the crowd that hung
persistently and contentedly about, ringing us in the palace with
a living fence. We still heard their jests and cheers when we
were alone in the small saloon that opens on the gardens. My wife
and I had come here at Rudolf's request; Bernenstein had assumed
the duty of guarding the door. Evening was now falling fast, and
it grew dark. The garden was quiet; the distant noise of the
crowd threw its stillness into greater relief. Rudolf told us
there the story of his struggle with Rupert of Hentzau in the
attic of the old house, dwelling on it as lightly as he could.
The queen stood by his chair--she would not let him rise; when he
finished by telling how he had burnt her letter, she stooped
suddenly and kissed him off the brow. Then she looked straight
across at Helga, almost defiantly; but Helga ran to her and
caught her in her arms.
Rudolf Rassendyll sat with his head resting on his hand. He
looked up once at the two women; then he caught my eye, and
beckoned me to come to him. I approached him, but for several
moments he did not speak. Again he motioned to me, and, resting
my hand on the arm of his chair, I bent my head close down to
his. He glanced again at the queen, seeming afraid that she would
hear what he wished to say.
"Fritz," he whispered at last, "as soon as it's fairly dark I
must get away. Bernenstein will come with me. You must stay
"Where can you go?"
"To the lodge. I must meet Sapt and arrange matters with him."
I did not understand what plan he had in his head, or what scheme
he could contrive. But at the moment my mind was not directed to
such matters; it was set on the sight before my eyes.
"And the queen?" I whispered in answer to him.
Low as my voice was, she heard it. She turned to us with a
sudden, startled movement, still holding Helga's hand. Her eyes
searched our faces, and she knew in an instant of what we had
been speaking. A little longer still she stood, gazing at us.
Then she suddenly sprang forward and threw herself on her knees
before Rudolf, her hands uplifted and resting on his shoulders.
She forgot our presence, and everything in the world, save her
great dread of losing him again.
"Not again, Rudolf, my darling! Not again! Rudolf, I can't bear
Then she dropped her head on his knees and sobbed.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the gleaming hair. But he
did not look at her. He gazed out at the garden, which grew dark
and dreary in the gathering gloom. His lips were tight set and
his face pale and drawn.
I watched him for a moment, then I drew my wife away, and we sat
down at a table some way off. From outside still came the cheers
and tumult of the joyful, excited crowd. Within there was no
sound but the queen's stifled sobbing. Rudolf caressed her
shining hair and gazed into the night with sad, set eyes. She
raised her head and looked into his face.
"You'll break my heart," she said.
CHAPTER XIX. FOR OUR LOVE AND HER HONOR
RUPERT of Hentzau was dead! That was the thought which, among all
our perplexities, came back to me, carrying with it a wonderful
relief. To those who have not learnt in fighting against him the
height of his audacity and the reach of his designs, it may well
seem incredible that his death should breed comfort at a moment
when the future was still so dark and uncertain. Yet to me it was
so great a thing that I could hardly bring myself to the
conviction that we had done with him. True, he was dead; but
could he not strike a blow at us even from beyond the gulf?
Such were the half-superstitious thoughts that forced their way
into my mind as I stood looking out on the crowd which
obstinately encircled the front of the palace. I was alone;
Rudolf was with the queen, my wife was resting, Bernenstein had
sat down to a meal for which I could find no appetite. By an
effort I freed myself from my fancies and tried to concentrate my
brain on the facts of our position. We were ringed round with
difficulties. To solve them was beyond my power; but I knew where
my wish and longing lay. I had no desire to find means by which
Rudolf Rassendyll should escape unknown from Strelsau; the king,
although dead, be again in death the king, and the queen be left
desolate on her mournful and solitary throne. It might be that a
brain more astute than mine could bring all this to pass. My
imagination would have none of it, but dwelt lovingly on the
reign of him who was now king in Strelsau, declaring that to give
the kingdom such a ruler would be a splendid fraud, and prove a
stroke so bold as to defy detection. Against it stood only the
suspicions of Mother Holf--fear or money would close her
lips--and the knowledge of Bauer; Bauer's mouth also could be
shut, ay, and should be before we were many days older. My
reverie led me far; I saw the future years unroll before me in
the fair record of a great king's sovereignty. It seemed to me
that by the violence and bloodshed we had passed through, fate,
for once penitent, was but righting the mistake made when Rudolf
was not born a king.
For a long while I stood thus, musing and dreaming; I was roused
by the sound of the door opening and closing; turning, I saw the
queen. She was alone, and came towards me with timid steps. She
looked out for a moment on the square and the people, but drew
back suddenly in apparent fear lest they should see her. Then she
sat down and turned her face towards mine. I read in her eyes
something of the conflict of emotions which possessed her; she
seemed at once to deprecate my disapproval and to ask my
sympathy; she prayed me to be gentle to her fault and kind to her
happiness; self-reproach shadowed her joy, but the golden gleam
of it strayed through. I looked eagerly at her; this would not
have been her bearing had she come from a last farewell; for the
radiance was there, however much dimmed by sorrow and by
"Fritz," she began softly, "I am wicked--so wicked. Won't God
punish me for my gladness?"
I fear I paid little heed to her trouble, though I can understand
it well enough now.
"Gladness?" I cried in a low voice. "Then you've persuaded him?"
She smiled at me for an instant.
"I mean, you've agreed?" I stammered.
Her eyes again sought mine, and she said in a whisper: "Some day,
not now. Oh, not now. Now would be too much. But some day, Fritz,
if God will not deal too hardly with me, I--I shall be his,
I was intent on my vision, not on hers. I wanted him king; she
did not care what he was, so that he was hers, so that he should
not leave her.
"He'll take the throne," I cried triumphantly.
"No, no, no. Not the throne. He's going away."
"Going away!" I could not keep the dismay out of my voice.
"Yes, now. But not--not for ever. It will be long--oh, so
long--but I can bear it, if I know that at last!" She stopped,
still looking up at me with eyes that implored pardon and
"I don't understand," said I, bluntly, and, I fear, gruffly,
"You were right," she said: "I did persuade him. He wanted to go
away again as he went before. Ought I to have let him? Yes, yes!
But I couldn't. Fritz, hadn't I done enough? You don't know what
I've endured. And I must endure more still. For he will go now,
and the time will be very long. But, at last, we shall be
together. There is pity in God; we shall be together at last."
"If he goes now, how can he come back?"
"He will not come back; I shall go to him. I shall give up the
throne and go to him, some day, when I can be spared from here,
when I've done my--my work."
I was aghast at this shattering of my vision, yet I could not be
hard to her. I said nothing, but took her hand and pressed it.
"You wanted him to be king?" she whispered.
"With all my heart, madam," said I.
"He wouldn't, Fritz. No, and I shouldn't dare to do that,
I fell back on the practical difficulties. "But how can he go?" I
"I don't know. But he knows; he has a plan."
We fell again into silence; her eyes grew more calm, and seemed
to look forward in patient hope to the time when her happiness
should come to her. I felt like a man suddenly robbed of the
exaltation of wine and sunk to dull apathy. "I don't see how he
can go," I said sullenly.
She did not answer me. A moment later the door again opened.
Rudolf came in, followed by Bernenstein. Both wore riding boots
and cloaks. I saw on Bernenstein's face just such a look of
disappointment as I knew must be on mine. Rudolf seemed calm and
even happy. He walked straight up to the queen.
"The horses will be ready in a few minutes," he said gently.
Then, turning to me, he asked, "You know what we're going to do,
"Not I, sire," I answered, sulkily.
"Not I, sire!" he repeated, in a half-merry, half-sad mockery.
Then he came between Bernenstein and me and passed his arms
through ours. "You two villains!" he said. "You two unscrupulous
villains! Here you are, as rough as bears, because I won't be a
thief! Why have I killed young Rupert and left you rogues alive?"
I felt the friendly pressure of his hand on my arm. I could not
answer him. With every word from his lips and every moment of his
presence my sorrow grew keener that he would not stay.
Bernenstein looked across at me and shrugged his shoulders
despairingly. Rudolf gave a little laugh.
"You won't forgive me for not being as great a rogue, won't you?"
Well, I found nothing to say, but I took my arm out of his and
clasped his hand. He gripped mine hard.
"That's old Fritz!" he said; and he caught hold of Bernenstein's
hand, which the lieutenant yielded with some reluctance. "Now for
the plan," said he. "Bernenstein and I set out at once for the
lodge--yes, publicly, as publicly as we can. I shall ride right
through the people there, showing myself to as many as will look
at me, and letting it be known to everybody where I'm going. We
shall get there quite early to-morrow, before it's light. There
we shall find what you know. We shall find Sapt, too, and he'll
put the finishing touches to our plan for us. Hullo, what's
There was a sudden fresh shouting from the large crowd that still
lingered outside the palace. I ran to the window, and saw a
commotion in the midst of them. I flung the sash up. Then I heard
a well-known, loud, strident voice: "Make way, you rascals, make
I turned round again, full of excitement.
"It's Sapt himself!" I said. "He's riding like mad through the
crowd, and your servant's just behind him."
"My God, what's happened? Why have they left the lodge?" cried
The queen looked up in startled alarm, and, rising to her feet,
came and passed her arm through Rudolf's. Thus we all stood,
listening to the people good-naturedly cheering Sapt, whom they
had recognized, and bantering James, whom they took for a servant
of the constable's.
The minutes seemed very long as we waited in utter perplexity,
almost in consternation. The same thought was in the mind of all
of us, silently imparted by one to another in the glances we
exchanged. What could have brought them from their guard of the
great secret, save its discovery? They would never have left
their post while the fulfilment of their trust was possible. By
some mishap, some unforeseen chance, the king's body must have
been discovered. Then the king's death was known, and the news of
it might any moment astonish and bewilder the city.
At last the door was flung open, and a servant announced the
Constable of Zenda. Sapt was covered with dust and mud, and
James, who entered close on his heels, was in no better plight.
Evidently they had ridden hard and furiously; indeed they were
still panting. Sapt, with a most perfunctory bow to the queen,
came straight to where Rudolf stood.
"Is he dead?" he asked, without preface.
"Yes, Rupert is dead," answered Mr. Rassendyll: "I killed him."
"And the letter?"
"I burnt it."
The queen struck in.
"The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim will say and do nothing against
me," she said.
Sapt lifted his brows a little. "Well, and Bauer?" he asked.
"Bauer's at large," I answered.
"Hum! Well, it's only Bauer" said the constable, seeming
tolerably well pleased. Then his eyes fell on Rudolf and
Bernenstein. He stretched out his hand and pointed to their
riding-boots. "Whither away so late at night?" he asked.
"First together to the lodge, to find you, then I alone to the
frontier," said Mr. Rassendyll.
"One thing at a time. The frontier will wait. What does your
Majesty want with me at the lodge?"
"I want so to contrive that I shall be no longer your Majesty,"
Sapt flung himself into a chair and took off his gloves.
"Come, tell me what has happened to-day in Strelsau," he said.
We gave a short and hurried account. He listened with few signs
of approval or disapproval, but I thought I saw a gleam in his
eyes when I described how all the city had hailed Rudolf as its
king and the queen received him as her husband before the eyes of
all. Again the hope and vision, shattered by Rudolf's calm
resolution, inspired me. Sapt said little, but he had the air of
a man with some news in reserve. He seemed to be comparing what
we told him with something already known to him but unknown to
us. The little servant stood all the while in respectful
stillness by the door; but I could see by a glance at his alert
face that he followed the whole scene with keen attention.
At the end of the story, Rudolf turned to Sapt. "And your
secret--is it safe?" he asked.
"Ay, it's safe enough!"
"Nobody has seen what you had to hide?"
"No; and nobody knows that the king is dead," answered Sapt.
"Then what brings you here?"
"Why, the same thing that was about to bring you to the lodge:
the need of a meeting between yourself and me, sire."
"But the lodge--is it left unguarded?"
"The lodge is safe enough," said Colonel Sapt.
Unquestionably there was a secret, a new secret, hidden behind
the curt words and brusque manner. I could restrain myself no
longer, and sprang forward, saying: "What is it? Tell us,
He looked at me, then glanced at Mr. Rassendyll.
"I should like to hear your plan first," he said to Rudolf. "How
do you mean to account for your presence alive in the city
to-day, when the king has lain dead in the shooting-box since
We drew close together as Rudolf began his answer. Sapt alone lay
back in his chair. The queen also had resumed her seat; she
seemed to pay little heed to what we said. I think that she was
still engrossed with the struggle and tumult in her own soul. The
sin of which she accused herself, and the joy to which her whole
being sprang in a greeting which would not be abashed, were at
strife between themselves, but joined hands to exclude from her
mind any other thought.
"In an hour I must be gone from here," began Rudolf.
"If you wish that, it's easy," observed Colonel Sapt.
"Come, Sapt, be reasonable," smiled Mr. Rassendyll. "Early
to-morrow, we--you and I--"
"Oh, I also?" asked the colonel.
"Yes; you, Bernenstein, and I will be at the lodge."
"That's not impossible, though I have had nearly enough riding."
Rudolf fixed his eyes firmly on Sapt's.
"You see," he said, "the king reaches his hunting-lodge early in
"I follow you, sire."
"And what happens there, Sapt? Does he shoot himself
"Well, that happens sometimes."
"Or does an assassin kill him?"
"Eh, but you've made the best assassin unavailable."
Even at this moment I could not help smiling at the old fellow's
surly wit and Rudolf's amused tolerance of it.
"Or does his faithful attendant, Herbert, shoot him?"
"What, make poor Herbert a murderer!"
"Oh, no! By accident--and then, in remorse, kill himself."
"That's very pretty. But doctors have awkward views as to when a
man can have shot himself."
"My good Constable, doctors have palms as well as ideas. If you
fill the one you supply the other."
"I think," said Sapt, "that both the plans are good. Suppose we
choose the latter, what then?"
"Why, then, by to-morrow at midday the news flashes through
Ruritania--yes, and through Europe--that the king, miraculously
"Praise be to God!" interjected Colonel Sapt; and young
"Has met a tragic end."
"It will occasion great grief," said Sapt.
"Meanwhile, I am safe over the frontier."
"Oh, you are quite safe?"
"Absolutely. And in the afternoon of to-morrow, you and
Bernenstein will set out for Strelsau, bringing with you the body
of the king." And Rudolf, after a pause, whispered, "You must
shave his face. And if the doctors want to talk about how long
he's been dead, why, they have, as I say, palms."
Sapt sat silent for a while, apparently considering the scheme.
It was risky enough in all conscience, but success had made
Rudolf bold, and he had learnt how slow suspicion is if a
deception be bold enough. It is only likely frauds that are
"Well, what do you say?" asked Mr. Rassendyll. I observed that he
said nothing to Sapt of what the queen and he had determined to
Sapt wrinkled his forehead. I saw him glance at James, and the
slightest, briefest smile showed on James's face.
"It's dangerous, of course," pursued Rudolf. "But I believe that
when they see the king's body--"
"That's the point," interrupted Sapt. "They can't see the king's
Rudolf looked at him with some surprise. Then speaking in a low
voice, lest the queen should hear and be distressed, he went on:
"You must prepare it, you know. Bring it here in a shell; only a
few officials need see the face."
Sapt rose to his feet and stood facing Mr. Rassendyll.
"The plan's a pretty one, but it breaks down at one point," said
he in a strange voice, even harsher than his was wont to be. I
was on fire with excitement, for I would have staked my life now
that he had some strange tidings for us. "There is no body," said
Even Mr. Rassendyll's composure gave way. He sprang forward,
catching Sapt by the arm.
"No body? What do you mean?" he exclaimed.
Sapt cast another glance at James, and then began in an even,
mechanical voice, as though he were reading a lesson he had
learnt, or playing a part that habit made familiar:
"That poor fellow Herbert carelessly left a candle burning where
the oil and the wood were kept," he said. "This afternoon, about
six, James and I lay down for a nap after our meal. At about
seven James came to my side and roused me. My room was full of
smoke. The lodge was ablaze. I darted out of bed: the fire had
made too much headway; we could not hope to quench it; we had but
one thought!" He suddenly paused, and looked at James.
"But one thought, to save our companion," said James gravely.
"But one thought, to save our companion. We rushed to the door of
the room where he was. I opened the door and tried to enter. It
was certain death. James tried, but fell back. Again I rushed in.
James pulled me back: it was but another death. We had to save
ourselves. We gained the open air. The lodge was a sheet of
flame. We could do nothing but stand watching, till the swiftly
burning wood blackened to ashes and the flames died down. As we
watched we knew that all in the cottage must be dead. What could
we do? At last James started off in the hope of getting help. He
found a party of charcoal-burners, and they came with him. The
flames were burnt down now; and we and they approached the
charred ruins. Everything was in ashes. But"--he lowered his
voice--"we found what seemed to be the body of Boris the hound;
in another room was a charred corpse, whose hunting-horn, melted
to a molten mass, told us that it had been Herbert the forester.
And there was another corpse, almost shapeless, utterly
unrecognizable. We saw it; the charcoal-burners saw it. Then more
peasants came round, drawn by the sight of the flames. None could
tell who it was; only I and James knew. And we mounted our horses
and have ridden here to tell the king."
Sapt finished his lesson or his story. A sob burst from the
queen, and she hid her face in her hands. Bernenstein and I,
amazed at this strange tale, scarcely understanding whether it
were jest or earnest, stood staring stupidly at Sapt. Then I,
overcome by the strange thing, turned half-foolish by the bizarre
mingling of comedy and impressiveness in Sapt's rendering of it,
plucked him by the sleeve, and asked, with something between a
laugh and a gasp:
"Who had that other corpse been, Constable?"
He turned his small, keen eyes on me in persistent gravity and
"A Mr. Rassendyll, a friend of the king's, who with his servant
James was awaiting his Majesty's return from Strelsau. His
servant here is ready to start for England, to tell Mr.
Rassendyll's relatives the news."
The queen had begun to listen before now; her eyes were fixed on
Sapt, and she had stretched out one arm to him, as if imploring
him to read her his riddle. But a few words had in truth declared
his device plainly enough in all its simplicity. Rudolf
Rassendyll was dead, his body burnt to a cinder, and the king was
alive, whole, and on his throne in Strelsau. Thus had Sapt caught
from James, the servant, the infection of his madness, and had
fulfilled in action the strange imagination which the little man
had unfolded to him in order to pass their idle hours at the
Suddenly Mr. Rassendyll spoke in clear, short tones.
"This is all a lie, Sapt," said he, and his lips curled in
"It's no lie that the lodge is burnt, and the bodies in it, and
that half a hundred of the peasants know it, and that no man
could tell the body for the king's. As for the rest, it is a lie.
But I think the truth in it is enough to serve."
The two men stood facing one another with defiant eyes. Rudolf
had caught the meaning of the great and audacious trick which
Sapt and his companion had played. It was impossible now to bring
the king's body to Strelsau; it seemed no less impossible to
declare that the man burnt in the lodge was the king. Thus Sapt
had forced Rudolf's hand; he had been inspired by the same vision
as we, and endowed with more unshrinking boldness. But when I saw
how Rudolf looked at him, I did not know but that they would go
from the queen's presence set on a deadly quarrel. Mr.
Rassendyll, however, mastered his temper.
"You're all bent on having me a rascal," he said coldly. "Fritz
and Bernenstein here urge me; you, Sapt, try to force me. James,
there, is in the plot, for all I know."
"I suggested it, sir," said James, not defiantly or with
disrespect, but as if in simple dutiful obedience to his master's
"As I thought--all of you! Well, I won't be forced. I see now
that there's no way out of this affair, save one. That one I'll
We none of us spoke, but waited till he should be pleased to
"Of the queen's letter I need say nothing and will say nothing,"
he pursued. "But I will tell them that I'm not the king, but
Rudolf Rassendyll, and that I played the king only in order to
serve the queen and punish Rupert of Hentzau. That will serve,
and it will cut this net of Sapt's from about my limbs."
He spoke firmly and coldly; so that when I looked at him I was
amazed to see how his lips twitched and that his forehead was
moist with sweat. Then I understood what a sudden, swift, and
fearful struggle he had suffered, and how the great temptation
had wrung and tortured him before he, victorious, had set the
thing behind him. I went to him and clasped his hand: this action
of mine seemed to soften him.
"Sapt, Sapt," he said, "you almost made a rogue of me."
Sapt did not respond to his gentler mood. He had been pacing
angrily up and down the room. Now he stopped abruptly before
Rudolf, and pointed with his finger at the queen.
"I make a rogue of you?" he exclaimed. "And what do you make of
our queen, whom we all serve? What does this truth that you'll
tell make of her? Haven't I heard how she greeted you before all
Strelsau as her husband and her love? Will they believe that she
didn't know her husband? Ay, you may show yourself, you may say
they didn't know you. Will they believe she didn't? Was the
king's ring on your finger? Where is it? And how comes Mr.
Rassendyll to be at Fritz von Tarlenheim's for hours with the
queen, when the king is at his hunting lodge? A king has died
already, and two men besides, to save a word against her. And
you--you'll be the man to set every tongue in Strelsau talking,
and every finger pointing in suspicion at her?
Rudolf made no answer. When Sapt had first uttered the queen's
name, he had drawn near and let his hand fall over the back of
her chair. She put hers up to meet it, and so they remained. But
I saw that Rudolf's face had gone very pale.
"And we, your friends?" pursued Sapt. "For we've stood by you as
we've stood by the queen, by God we have--Fritz, and young
Bernenstein here, and I. If this truth's told, who'll believe
that we were loyal to the king, that we didn't know, that we
weren't accomplices in the tricking of the king--maybe, in his
murder? Ah, Rudolf Rassendyll, God preserve me from a conscience
that won't let me be true to the woman I love, or to the friends
who love me!"
I had never seen the old fellow so moved; he carried me with him,
as he carried Bernenstein. I know now that we were too ready to
be convinced; rather that, borne along by our passionate desire,
we needed no convincing at all. His excited appeal seemed to us
an argument. At least the danger to the queen, on which he dwelt,
was real and true and great.
Then a sudden change came over him. He caught Rudolf's hand and
spoke to him again in a low, broken voice, an unwonted softness
transforming his harsh tones.
"Lad," he said, "don't say no. Here's the finest lady alive sick
for her lover, and the finest country in the world sick for its
true king, and the best friends--ay, by Heaven, the best
friends--man ever had, sick to call you master. I know nothing
about your conscience; but this I know: the king's dead, and the
place is empty; and I don't see what Almighty God sent you here
for unless it was to fill it. Come, lad--for our love and her
honor! While he was alive I'd have killed you sooner than let you
take it. He's dead. Now--for our love and her honor, lad!"
I do not know what thoughts passed in Mr. Rassendyll's mind. His
face was set and rigid. He made no sign when Sapt finished, but
stood as he was, motionless, for a long while. Then he slowly
bent his head and looked down into the queen's eyes. For a while
she sat looking back into his. Then, carried away by the wild
hope of immediate joy, and by her love for him and her pride in
the place he was offered, she sprang up and threw herself at his
"Yes, yes! For my sake, Rudolf--for my sake!"
"Are you, too, against me, my queen?" he murmured caressing her
CHAPTER XX. THE DECISION OF HEAVEN
WE were half mad that night, Sapt and Bernenstein and I. The
thing seemed to have got into our blood and to have become
part of ourselves. For us it was inevitable--nay, it was done.
Sapt busied himself in preparing the account of the fire at the
hunting-lodge; it was to be communicated to the journals, and it
told with much circumstantiality how Rudolf Rassendyll had come
to visit the king, with James his servant, and, the king being
summoned unexpectedly to the capital, had been awaiting his
Majesty's return when he met his fate. There was a short history
of Rudolf, a glancing reference to his family, a dignified
expression of condolence with his relatives, to whom the king was
sending messages of deepest regret by the hands of Mr.
Rassendyll's servant. At another table young Bernenstein was
drawing up, under the constable's direction, a narrative of
Rupert of Hentzau's attempt on the king's life and the king's
courage in defending himself. The count, eager to return (so it
ran), had persuaded the king to meet him by declaring that he
held a state-document of great importance and of a most secret
nature; the king, with his habitual fearlessness, had gone alone,
but only to refuse with scorn Count Rupert's terms. Enraged at
this unfavorable reception, the audacious criminal had made a
sudden attack on the king, with what issue all knew. He had met
his own death, while the king, perceiving from a glance at the
document that it compromised well-known persons, had, with the
nobility which marked him, destroyed it unread before the eyes of
those who were rushing in to his rescue. I supplied suggestions
and improvements; and, engrossed in contriving how to blind
curious eyes, we forgot the real and permanent difficulties of
the thing we had resolved upon. For us they did not exist; Sapt
met every objection by declaring that the thing had been done
once and could be done again. Bernenstein and I were not behind
him in confidence.
We would guard the secret with brain and hand and life, even as
we had guarded and kept the secret of the queen's letter, which
would now go with Rupert of Hentzau to his grave. Bauer we could
catch and silence: nay, who would listen to such a tale from such
a man? Rischenheim was ours; the old woman would keep her doubts
between her teeth for her own sake. To his own land and his own
people Rudolf must be dead while the King of Ruritania would
stand before all Europe recognized, unquestioned, unassailed.
True, he must marry the queen again; Sapt was ready with the
means, and would hear nothing of the difficulty and risk in
finding a hand to perform the necessary ceremony. If we quailed
in our courage: we had but to look at the alternative, and find
recompense the perils of what we meant to undertake by a
consideration the desperate risk involved in abandoning it.
Persuaded the substitution of Rudolf for the king was the only
thing would serve our turn, we asked no longer whether it
possible, but sought only the means to make it safe and safe.
But Rudolf himself had not spoken. Sapt's appeal and the queen's
imploring cry had shaken but not overcome him; he had wavered,
but he was not won. Yet there was no talk of impossibility or
peril in his mouth, any more than in ours: those were not what
gave him pause. The score on which he hesitated was whether the
thing should be done, not whether it could; our appeals were not
to brace a failing courage, but cajole a sturdy sense of honor
which found the imposture distasteful so soon as it seemed to
serve a personal end. To serve the king he had played the king in
old days, but he did not love to play the king when the profit of
it was to be his own. Hence he was unmoved till his care for the
fair fame of the queen and the love of his friends joined to
buffet his resolution.
Then he faltered; but he had not fallen. Yet Colonel Sapt did all
as though he had given his assent, and watched the last hours in
which his flight from Strelsau was possible go quickly by with
more than equanimity. Why hurry Rudolf's resolve? Every moment
shut him closer in the trap of an inevitable choice. With every
hour that he was called the king, it became more impossible for
him to bear any other name all his days. Therefore Sapt let Mr.
Rassendyll doubt and struggle, while he himself wrote his story
and laid his long-headed plans. And now and then James, the
little servant, came in and went out, sedate and smug, but with a
quiet satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He had made a story for
a pastime, and it was being translated into history. He at least
would bear his part in it unflinchingly.
Before now the queen had left us, persuaded to lie down and try
to rest till the matter should be settled. Stilled by Rudolf's
gentle rebuke, she had urged him no more in words, but there was
an entreaty in her eyes stronger than any spoken prayer, and a
piteousness in the lingering of her hand in his harder to resist
than ten thousand sad petitions. At last he had led her from the
room and commended her to Helga's care. Then, returning to us, he
stood silent a little while. We also were silent, Sapt sitting
and looking up at him with his brows knit and his teeth
restlessly chewing the moustache on his lip.
"Well, lad?" he said at last, briefly putting the great question.
Rudolf walked to the window and seemed to lose himself for a
moment in the contemplation of the quiet night. There were no
more than a few stragglers in the street now; the moon shone
white and clear on the empty square.
"I should like to walk up and down outside and think it over," he
said, turning to us; and, as Bernenstein sprang up to accompany
him, he added, "No. Alone."
"Yes, do," said old Sapt, with a glance at the clock, whose hands
were now hard on two o'clock. "Take your time, lad, take your
Rudolf looked at him and broke into a smile.
"I'm not your dupe, old Sapt," said he, shaking his head. "Trust
me, if I decide to get away, I'll get away, be it what o'clock it
"Yes, confound you!" grinned Colonel Sapt.
So he left us, and then came that long time of scheming and
planning, and most persistent eye-shutting, in which occupations
an hour wore its life away. Rudolf had not passed out of the
porch, and we supposed that he had betaken himself to the
gardens, there to fight his battle. Old Sapt, having done his
work, suddenly turned talkative.
"That moon there," he said, pointing his square, thick forefinger
at the window, "is a mighty untrustworthy lady. I've known her
wake a villain's conscience before now."
"I've known her send a lover's to sleep," laughed young
Bernenstein, rising from his table, stretching himself, and
lighting a cigar.
"Ay, she's apt to take a man out of what he is," pursued old
Sapt. "Set a quiet man near her, and he dreams of battle; an
ambitious fellow, after ten minutes of her, will ask nothing
better than to muse all his life away. I don't trust her, Fritz;
I wish the night were dark."
"What will she do to Rudolf Rassendyll?" I asked, falling in with
the old fellow's whimsical mood.
"He will see the queen's face in hers," cried Bernenstein.
"He may see God's," said Sapt; and he shook himself as though an
unwelcome thought had found its way to his mind and lips.
A pause fell on us, born of the colonel's last remark. We looked
one another in the face. At last Sapt brought his hand down on
the table with a bang.
"I'll not go back," he said sullenly, almost fiercely.
"Nor I," said Bernenstein, drawing himself up. "Nor you,
"No, I also go on," I answered. Then again there was a moment's
"She may make a man soft as a sponge," reflected Sapt, starting
again, "or hard as a bar of steel. I should feel safer if the
night were dark. I've looked at her often from my tent and from
bare ground, and I know her. She got me a decoration, and once
she came near to making me turn tail. Have nothing to do with
her, young Bernenstein."
"I'll keep my eyes for beauties nearer at hand," said
Bernenstein, whose volatile temper soon threw off a serious mood.
"There's a chance for you, now Rupert of Hentzau's gone," said
As he spoke there was a knock at the door. When it opened James
"The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim begs to be allowed to speak with
the king," said James.
"We expect his Majesty every moment. Beg the count to enter,"
Sapt answered; and, when Rischenheim came in, he went on,
motioning the count to a chair: "We are talking, my lord, of the
influence of the moon on the careers of men."
"What are you going to do? What have you decided?" burst out
"We decide nothing," answered Sapt.
"Then what has Mr.--what has the king decided?"
"The king decides nothing, my lord. She decides," and the old
fellow pointed again through the window towards the moon. "At
this moment she makes or unmakes a king; but I can't tell you
which. What of your cousin?"
"You know that my cousin's dead."
"Yes, I know that. What of him, though?"
"Sir," said Rischenheim with some dignity, "since he is dead, let
him rest in peace. It is not for us to judge him."
"He may well wish it were. For, by Heaven, I believe I should let
the rogue off," said Colonel Sapt, "and I don't think his Judge
"God forgive him, I loved him," said Rischenheim. "Yes, and many
have loved him. His servants loved him, sir."
"Friend Bauer, for example?"
"Yes, Bauer loved him. Where is Bauer?"
"I hope he's gone to hell with his loved master," grunted Sapt,
but he had the grace to lower his voice and shield his mouth with
his hand, so that Rischenheim did not hear.
"We don't know where he is," I answered.
"I am come," said Rischenheim, "to put my services in all
respects at the queen's disposal."
"And at the king's?" asked Sapt.
"At the king's? But the king is dead."
"Therefore 'Long live the king!'" struck in young Bernenstein.
"If there should be a king--" began Sapt.
"You'll do that?" interrupted Rischenheim in breathless
"She is deciding," said Colonel Sapt, and again he pointed to the
"But she's a plaguey long time about it," remarked Lieutenant von
Rischenheim sat silent for a moment. His face was pale, and when
he spoke his voice trembled. But his words were resolute enough.
"I gave my honor to the queen, and even in that I will serve her
if she commands me."
Bernenstein sprang forward and caught him by the hand. "That's
what I like," said he, "and damn the moon, colonel!" His sentence
was hardly out of his mouth when the door opened, and to our
astonishment the queen entered. Helga was just behind her; her
clasped hands and frightened eyes seemed to protest that their
coming was against her will. The queen was clad in a long white
robe, and her hair hung on her shoulders, being but loosely bound
with a ribbon. Her air showed great agitation, and without any
greeting or notice of the rest she walked quickly across the room
"The dream, Fritz," she said. "It has come again. Helga persuaded
me to lie down, and I was very tired, so at last I fell asleep.
Then it came. I saw him, Fritz--I saw him as plainly as I see
you. They all called him king, as they did to-day; but they did
not cheer. They were quiet, and looked at him with sad faces. I
could not hear what they said; they spoke in hushed voices. I
heard nothing more than 'the king, the king,' and he seemed to
hear not even that. He lay still; he was lying on something,
something covered with hanging stuff, I couldn't see what it was;
yes, quite still. His face was so pale, and he didn't hear them
say 'the king.' Fritz, Fritz, he looked as if he were dead! Where
is he? Where have you let him go?"
She turned from me and her eyes flashed over the rest. "Where is
he? Why aren't you with him?" she demanded, with a sudden change
of tone; "why aren't you round him? You should be between him and
danger, ready to give your lives for his. Indeed, gentlemen, you
take your duty lightly."
It might be that there was little reason in her words. There
appeared to be no danger threatening him, and after all he was
not our king, much as we desired to make him such. Yet we did not
think of any such matter. We were abashed before her reproof and
took her indignation as deserved. We hung our heads, and Sapt's
shame betrayed itself in the dogged sullenness of his answer.
"He has chosen to go walking, madam, and to go alone. He ordered
us--I say, he ordered us not to come. Surely we are right to obey
him?" The sarcastic inflection of his voice conveyed his opinion
of the queen's extravagance.
"Obey him? Yes. You couldn't go with him if he forbade you. But
you should follow him; you should keep him in sight."
This much she spoke in proud tones and with a disdainful manner,
but then came a sudden return to her former bearing. She held out
her hands towards me, wailing:
"Fritz, where is he? Is he safe? Find him for me, Fritz; find
"I'll find him for you if he's above ground, madam," I cried, for
her appeal touched me to the heart.
"He's no farther off than the gardens," grumbled old Sapt, still
resentful of the queen's reproof and scornful of the woman's
agitation. He was also out of temper with Rudolf himself, because
the moon took so long in deciding whether she would make or
unmake a king.
"The gardens!" she cried. "Then let us look for him. Oh, you've
let him walk in the gardens alone?"
"What should harm the fellow?" muttered Sapt.
She did not hear him, for she had swept out of the room. Helga
went with her, and we all followed, Sapt behind the rest of us,
still very surly. I heard him grumbling away as we ran
downstairs, and, having passed along the great corridor, came to
the small saloon that opened on the gardens. There were no
servants about, but we encountered a night-watchman, and
Bernenstein snatched the lantern from the astonished man's hand.
Save for the dim light thus furnished, the room was dark. But
outside the windows the moon streamed brightly down on the broad
gravel walk, on the formal flower-beds, and the great trees in
the gardens. The queen made straight for the window. I followed
her, and, having flung the window open, stood by her. The air was
sweet, and the breeze struck with grateful coolness on my face. I
saw that Sapt had come near and stood on the other side of the
queen. My wife and the others were behind, looking out where our
shoulders left space.
There, in the bright moonlight, on the far side of the broad
terrace, close by the line of tall trees that fringed its edge,
we saw Rudolf Rassendyll pacing slowly up and down, with his
hands behind his back and his eyes fixed on the arbiter of his
fate, on her who was to make him a king or send him a fugitive
"There he is, madam," said Sapt. "Safe enough!"
The queen did not answer. Sapt said no more, and of the rest of
us none spoke. We stood watching him as he struggled with his
great issue; a greater surely has seldom fallen to the lot of any
man born in a private station. Yet I could read little of it on
the face that the rays of white light displayed so clearly,
although they turned his healthy tints to a dull gray, and gave
unnatural sharpness to his features against the deep background
of black foliage.
I heard the queen's quick breathing, but there was scarcely
another sound. I saw her clutch her gown and pull it away a
little from her throat; save for that none in the group moved.
The lantern's light was too dim to force notice from Mr.
Rassendyll. Unconscious of our presence, he wrestled with fate
that night in the gardens.
Suddenly the faintest exclamation came from Sapt. He put his hand
back and beckoned to Bernenstein. The young man handed his
lantern to the constable, who set it close to the side of the
window-frame. The queen, absolutely engrossed in her lover, saw
nothing, but I perceived what had caught Sapt's attention. There
were scores on the paint and indentations in the wood, just at
the edge of the panel and near the lock. I glanced at Sapt, who
nodded his head. It looked very much as though somebody had tried
to force the door that night, employing a knife which had dented
the woodwork and scratched the paint. The least thing was enough
to alarm us, standing where we stood, and the constable's face
was full of suspicion. Who had sought an entrance? It could be no
trained and practised housebreaker; he would have had better
But now our attention was again diverted. Rudolf stopped short.
He still looked for a moment at the sky, then his glance dropped
to the ground at his feet. A second later he jerked his head--it
was bare, and I saw the dark red hair stir with the
movement--like a man who has settled something which caused him a
puzzle. In an instant we knew, by the quick intuition of
contagious emotion, that the question had found its answer. He
was by now king or a fugitive. The Lady of the Skies had given
her decision. The thrill ran through us; I felt the queen draw
herself together at my side; I felt the muscles of Rischenheim's
arm which rested against my shoulder grow rigid and taut. Sapt's
face was full of eagerness, and he gnawed his moustache silently.
We gathered closer to one another. At last we could bear the
suspense no longer. With one look at the queen and another at me,
Sapt stepped on to the gravel. He would go and learn the answer;
thus the unendurable strain that had stretched us like tortured
men on a rack would be relieved. The queen did not answer his
glance, nor even seem to see that he had moved. Her eyes were
still all for Mr. Rassendyll, her thoughts buried in his; for her
happiness was in his hands and lay poised on the issue of that
decision whose momentousness held him for a moment motionless on
the path. Often I seem to see him as he stood there, tall,
straight, and stately, the king a man's fancy paints when he
reads of great monarchs who flourished long ago in the springtime
of the world.
Sapt's step crunched on the gravel. Rudolf heard it and turned
his head. He saw Sapt, and he saw me also behind Sapt. He smiled
composedly and brightly, but he did not move from where he was.
He held out both hands towards the constable and caught him in
their double grasp, still smiling down in his face. I was no
nearer to reading his decision, though I saw that he had reached
a resolution that was immovable and gave peace to his soul. If he
meant to go on he would go on now, on to the end, without a
backward look or a falter of his foot; if he had chosen the other
way, he would depart without a murmur or a hesitation. The
queen's quick breathing had ceased, she seemed like a statue; but
Rischenheim moved impatiently, as though he could no longer
endure the waiting.
Sapt's voice came harsh and grating.
"Well?" he cried. "Which is it to be--backward or forward?"
Rudolf pressed his hands and looked into his eyes. The answer
asked but a word from him. The queen caught my arm; her rigid
limbs seemed to give way, and she would have fallen if I had not
supported her. At the same instant a man sprang out of the dark
line of tall trees, directly behind Mr. Rassendyll. Bernenstein
uttered a loud startled cry and rushed forward, pushing the queen
herself violently out of his path. His hand flew to his side, and
he ripped the heavy cavalry sword that belonged to his uniform of
the Cuirassiers of the Guard from its sheath. I saw it flash in
the moonlight, but its flash was quenched in a brighter short
blaze. A shot rang out through the quiet gardens. Mr. Rassendyll
did not loose his hold of Sapt's hands, but he sank slowly on to
his knees. Sapt seemed paralyzed.
Again Bernenstein cried out. It was a name this time. "Bauer! By
God, Bauer!" he cried.
In an instant he was across the path and by the trees. The
assassin fired again, but now he missed. We saw the great sword
flash high above Bernenstein's head and heard it whistle through
the air. It crashed on the crown of Bauer's head, and he fell
like a log to the ground with his skull split. The queen's hold
on me relaxed; she sank into Rischenheim's arms. I ran forward
and knelt by Mr. Rassendyll. He still held Sapt's hands, and by
their help buoyed himself up. But when he saw me he let go of
them and sank back against me, his head resting on my chest. He
moved his lips, but seemed unable to speak. He was shot through
the back. Bauer had avenged the master whom he loved, and was
gone to meet him.
There was a sudden stir from inside the palace. Shutters were
flung back and windows thrown open. The group we made stood
clean-cut, plainly visible in the moonlight. A moment later there
was a rush of eager feet, and we were surrounded by officers and
servants. Bernenstein stood by me now, leaning on his sword; Sapt
had not uttered a word; his face was distorted with horror and
bitterness. Rudolf's eyes were closed and his head lay back
"A man has shot the king," said I, in bald, stupid explanation.
All at once I found James, Mr. Rassendyll's servant, by me.
"I have sent for doctors, my lord," he said. "Come, let us carry
He, Sapt and I lifted Rudolf and bore him across the gravel
terrace and into the little saloon. We passed the queen. She was
leaning on Rischenheim's arm, and held my wife's hand. We laid
Rudolf down on a couch. Outside I heard Bernenstein say, "Pick up
that fellow and carry him somewhere out of sight." Then he also
came in, followed by a crowd. He sent them all to the door, and
we were left alone, waiting for the surgeon. The queen came up,
Rischenheim still supporting her. "Rudolf! Rudolf!" she
whispered, very softly.
He opened his eyes, and his lips bent in a smile. She flung
herself on her knees and kissed his hand passionately. "The
surgeon will be here directly," said I.
Rudolf's eyes had been on the queen. As I spoke he looked up at
me, smiled again, and shook his head. I turned away.
When the surgeon came Sapt and I assisted him in his examination.
The queen had been led away, and we were alone. The examination
was very short. Then we carried Rudolf to a bed; the nearest
chanced to be in Bernenstein's room; there we laid him, and there
all that could be done for him was done. All this time we had
asked no questions of the surgeon, and he had given no
information. We knew too well to ask: we had all seen men die
before now, and the look on the face was familiar to us. Two or
three more doctors, the most eminent in Strelsau, came now,
having been hastily summoned. It was their right to be called;
but, for all the good they were, they might have been left to
sleep the night out in their beds. They drew together in a little
group at the end of the room and talked for a few minutes in low
tones. James lifted his master's head and gave him a drink of
water. Rudolf swallowed it with difficulty. Then I saw him feebly
press James's hand, for the little man's face was full of sorrow.
As his master smiled the servant mustered a smile in answer. I
crossed over to the doctors. "Well, gentlemen?" I asked.
They looked at one another, then the greatest of them said
"The king may live an hour, Count Fritz. Should you not send for
I went straight back to Rudolf Rassendyll. His eyes greeted me
and questioned me. He was a man, and I played no silly tricks
with him. I bent down and said: "An hour, they think, Rudolf."
He made one restless movement, whether of pain or protest I do
not know. Then he spoke, very low, slowly, and with difficulty.
"Then they can go," he said; and when I spoke of a priest he
shook his head.
I went back to them and asked if anything more could be done. The
answer was nothing; but I could not prevail further than to get
all save one sent into an adjoining room; he who remained seated
himself at a table some way off. Rudolf's eyes had closed again;
old Sapt, who had not once spoken since the shot was fired,
raised a haggard face to mine.
"We'd better fetch her to him," he said hoarsely. I nodded my
Sapt went while I stayed by him. Bernenstein came to him, bent
down, and kissed his hand. The young fellow, who had borne
himself with such reckless courage and dash throughout the
affair, was quite unmanned now, and the tears were rolling down
his face. I could have been much in the same plight, but I would
not before Mr. Rassendyll. He smiled at Bernenstein. Then he said
"Is she coming, Fritz?"
"Yes, she's coming, sire," I answered.
He noticed the style of my address; a faint amused gleam shot
into his languid eyes.
"Well, for an hour, then," he murmured, and lay back on his
She came, dry-eyed, calm, and queenly. We all drew back, and she
knelt down by his bed, holding his hand in her two hands.
Presently the hand stirred; she let it go; then, knowing well
what he wanted, she raised it herself and placed it on her head,
while she bowed her face to the bed. His hand wandered for the
last time over the gleaming hair that he had loved so well. She
rose, passed her arm about his shoulders, and kissed his lips.
Her face rested close to his, and he seemed to speak to her, but
we could not have heard the words even if we would. So they
remained for a long while.
The doctor came and felt his pulse, retreating afterwards with
close-shut lips. We drew a little nearer, for we knew that he
would not be long with us now. Suddenly strength seemed to come
upon him. He raised himself in his bed, and spoke in distinct
"God has decided," he said. "I've tried to do the right thing
through it all. Sapt, and Bernenstein, and you, old Fritz, shake
my hand. No, don't kiss it. We've done with pretence now."
We shook his hand as he bade us. Then he took the queen's hand.
Again she knew his mind, and moved it to his lips. "In life and
in death, my sweet queen," he murmured. And thus he fell asleep.
CHAPTER XXI. THE COMING OF THE DREAM
THERE IS little need, and I have little heart, to dwell on what
followed the death of Mr. Rassendyll. The plans we had laid to
secure his tenure of the throne, in case he had accepted it,
served well in the event of his death. Bauer's lips were for ever
sealed; the old woman was too scared and appalled to hint even to
her gossips of the suspicions she entertained. Rischenheim was
loyal to the pledge he had given to the queen. The ashes of the
hunting-lodge held their secret fast, and none suspected when the
charred body which was called Rudolf Rassendyll's was laid to
quiet rest in the graveyard of the town of Zenda, hard by the
tomb of Herbert the forester. For we had from the first rejected
any idea of bringing the king's body to Strelsau and setting it
in the place of Mr. Rassendyll's. The difficulties of such an
undertaking were almost insuperable; in our hearts we did not
desire to conquer them. As a king Rudolf Rassendyll had died, as
a king let him lie. As a king he lay in his palace at Strelsau,
while the news of his murder at the hands of a confederate of
Rupert of Hentzau went forth to startle and appall the world. At
a mighty price our task had been made easy; many might have
doubted the living, none questioned the dead; suspicions which
might have gathered round a throne died away at the gate of a
vault. The king was dead. Who would ask if it were in truth the
king who lay in state in the great hall of the palace, or whether
the humble grave at Zenda held the bones of the last male
Elphberg? In the silence of the grave all murmurs and
questionings were hushed.
Throughout the day people had been passing and repassing through
the great hall. There, on a stately bier surmounted by a crown
and the drooping folds of the royal banner, lay Rudolf
Rassendyll. The highest officer guarded him; in the cathedral the
archbishop said a mass for his soul. He had lain there three
days; the evening of the third had come, and early on the morrow
he was to be buried. There is a little gallery in the hall, that
looks down on the spot where the bier stood; here was I on this
evening, and with me Queen Flavia. We were alone together, and
together we saw beneath us the calm face of the dead man. He was
clad in the white uniform in which he had been crowned; the
ribbon of the Red Rose was across his breast. His hand held a
true red rose, fresh and fragrant; Flavia herself had set it
there, that even in death he might not miss the chosen token of
her love. I had not spoken to her, nor she to me, since. we came
there. We watched the pomp round him, and the circles of people
that came to bring a wreath for him or to look upon his face. I
saw a girl come and kneel long at the bier's foot. She rose and
went away sobbing, leaving a little circlet of flowers. It was
Rosa Holf. I saw women come and go weeping, and men bite their
lips as they passed by. Rischenheim came, pale-faced and
troubled; and while all came and went, there, immovable, with
drawn sword, in military stiffness, old Sapt stood at the head of
the bier, his eyes set steadily in front of him, and his body
never stirring from hour to hour through the long day.
A distant faint hum of voices reached us. The queen laid her hand
on my arm.
"It is the dream, Fritz," she said. "Hark! They speak of the
king; they speak in low voices and with grief, but they call him
king. It's what I saw in the dream. But he does not hear nor
heed. No, he can't hear nor heed even when I call him my king."
A sudden impulse came on me, and I turned to her, asking:
"What had he decided, madam? Would he have been king?" She
started a little.
"He didn't tell me," she answered, "and I didn't think of it
while he spoke to me."
"Of what then did he speak, madam?"
"Only of his love--of nothing but his love, Fritz," she answered.
Well, I take it that when a man comes to die, love is more to him
than a kingdom: it may be, if we could see truly, that it is more
to him even while he lives.
"Of nothing but his great love for me, Fritz," she said again.
"And my love brought him to his death."
"He wouldn't have had it otherwise," said I.
"No," she whispered; and she leant over the parapet of the
gallery, stretching out her arms to him. But he lay still and
quiet, not hearing and not heeding what she murmured, "My king!
my king!" It was even as it had been in the dream.
That night James, the servant, took leave of his dead master and
of us. He carried to England by word of mouth--for we dared write
nothing down--the truth concerning the King of Ruritania and Mr.
Rassendyll. It was to be told to the Earl of Burlesdon, Rudolf's
brother, under a pledge of secrecy; and to this day the earl is
the only man besides ourselves who knows the story. His errand
done, James returned in order to enter the queen's service, in
which he still is; and he told us that when Lord Burlesdon had
heard the story he sat silent for a great while, and then said:
"He did well. Some day I will visit his grave. Tell her Majesty
that there is still a Rassendyll, if she has need of one."
The offer was such as should come from a man of Rudolf's name,
yet I trust that the queen needs no further service than such as
it is our humble duty and dear delight to render her. It is our
part to strive to lighten the burden that she bears, and by our
love to assuage her undying grief. For she reigns now in
Ruritania alone, the last of all the Elphbergs; and her only joy
is to talk of Mr. Rassendyll with those few who knew him, her
only hope that she may some day be with him again.
In great pomp we laid him to his rest in the vault of the kings
of Ruritania in the Cathedral of Strelsau. There he lies among
the princes of the House of Elphberg. I think that if there be
indeed any consciousness among the dead, or any knowledge of what
passes in the world they have left, they should be proud to call
him brother. There rises in memory of him a stately monument, and
people point it out to one another as the memorial of King
Rudolf. I go often to the spot, and recall in thought all that
passed when he came the first time to Zenda, and again on his
second coming. For I mourn him as a man mourns a trusted leader
and a loved comrade, and I should have asked no better than to be
allowed to serve him all my days. Yet I serve the queen, and in
that I do most truly serve her lover.
Times change for all of us. The roaring flood of youth goes by,
and the stream of life sinks to a quiet flow. Sapt is an old man
now; soon my sons will be grown up, men enough themselves to
serve Queen Flavia. Yet the memory of Rudolf Rassendyll is fresh
to me as on the day he died, and the vision of the death of
Rupert of Hentzau dances often before my eyes. It may be that
some day the whole story shall be told, and men shall judge of it
for themselves. To me it seems now as though all had ended well.
I must not be misunderstood: my heart is still sore for the loss
of him. But we saved the queen's fair fame, and to Rudolf himself
the fatal stroke came as a relief from a choice too difficult: on
the one side lay what impaired his own honor, on the other what
threatened hers. As I think on this my anger at his death is
less, though my grief cannot be. To this day I know not how he
chose; no, and I don't know how he should have chosen. Yet he had
chosen, for his face was calm and clear.
Come, I have thought so much of him that I will go now and stand
before his monument, taking with me my last-born son, a little
lad of ten. He is not too young to desire to serve the queen, and
not too young to learn to love and reverence him who sleeps there
in the vault and was in his life the noblest gentleman I have known.
I will take the boy with me and tell him what I may of brave King
Rudolf, how he fought and how he loved, and how he held the
queen's honor and his own above all things in this world. The boy
is not too young to learn such lessons from the life of Mr.
Rassendyll. And while we stand there I will turn again into his
native tongue--for, alas, the young rogue loves his toy soldiers
better than his Latin!--the inscription that the queen wrote with
her own hand, directing that it should be inscribed in that
stately tongue over the tomb in which her life lies buried.
"To Rudolf, who reigned lately in this city, and reigns for ever
in her heart.--QUEEN FLAVIA."
I told him the meaning, and he spelt the big words over in his
childish voice; at first he stumbled, but the second time he had
it right, and recited with a little touch of awe in his fresh
Qui in hac civitate nuper regnavit
In corde ipsius in aeternum regnat
I felt his hand tremble in mine, and he looked up in my face.
"God save the Queen, father," said he.