Sapt lit his pipe. He uttered
no congratulations on the marvellous success of our wild risk, but his
whole bearing was eloquent of satisfaction. The triumph, aided perhaps
by good wine, had made a new man of Fritz.
"What a day for you to remember!" he cried. "Gad, I'd like to be King
for twelve hours myself! But, Rassendyll, you mustn't throw your heart
too much into the part. I don't wonder Black Michael looked blacker than
ever--you and the princess had so much to say to one another."
"How beautiful she is!" I exclaimed.
"Never mind the woman," growled Sapt. "Are you ready to start?"
"Yes," said I, with a sigh.
It was five o'clock, and at twelve I should be no more than Rudolf
Rassendyll. I remarked on it in a joking tone.
"You'll be lucky," observed Sapt grimly, "if you're not the late Rudolf
Rassendyll. By Heaven! I feel my head wobbling on my shoulders every
minute you're in the city. Do you know, friend, that Michael has had
news from Zenda? He went into a room alone to read it--and he came out
looking like a man dazed."
"I'm ready," said I, this news making me none the more eager to linger.
Sapt sat down.
"I must write us an order to leave the city. Michael's Governor, you
know, and we must be prepared for hindrances. You must sign the order.
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