It will depend upon the behavior of the
army when it returns. If you attempt to leave the palace you will be
shot."
The Emperor stared down upon that mass of calm implacable faces, so
unmistakably German; not brilliant nor beautiful, but persistent as
death, and stamped with the watermark of kultur; stared for a long
moment, his gray face twitching, the familiar gray blaze in his eyes.
But he turned without a word or even a disdainful gesture and reentered
the palace, the window closing immediately behind him.
The Amazon addressed the men in the armored automobiles that surrounded
the palace.
"Fire upon us if you like. Our ranks are close and you will kill many.
But not one of you will live to eat rat sausage tomorrow morning. Now
disarm and march to the guard house."
The contemptible little army of the Kaiser, hypnotized as much by the
glare as by this solid mass of vindictive females--singly so
negligible--shrugged their shoulders, surrendered their arms, and
marched off under guard. After all, they would have a blessed rest,
however brief, before the great generals sent back a few brigades to
execute summary vengeance upon these presumptuous women, who had used
their incidental superiority in numbers so basely.
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But nothing came from the front but frantic orders by wireless to the
staunch but impotent pillars of the old regime.
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