The Prisoner of Zenda - The Original Classic Edition. Hope Anthony

man." I obeyed him.

       He darted from the room, calling "Josef ! Josef !" In three minutes he was back, and Josef with him. The latter carried a jug of hot water, soap and razors. He was trembling as Sapt told him how the land lay, and bade him shave me.

       Suddenly Fritz smote on his thigh:

       "But the guard! They'll know! they'll know!"

       "Pooh! We shan't wait for the guard. We'll ride to Hofbau and catch a train there. When they come, the bird'll be flown."

       "But the King?"

       "The King will be in the wine-cellar. I'm going to carry him there now."

       "If they find him?"

       "They won't. How should they? Josef will put them off."

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       "But--"

       Sapt stamped his foot.

       "We're not playing," he roared. "My God! don't I know the risk? If they do find him, he's no worse off than if he isn't crowned

       today in Strelsau."

       So speaking, he flung the door open and, stooping, put forth a strength I did not dream he had, and lifted the King in his hands. And

       as he did so, the old woman, Johann the keeper's mother, stood in the doorway. For a moment she stood, then she turned on her heel, without a sign of surprise, and clattered down the passage.

       "Has she heard?" cried Fritz.

       "I'll shut her mouth!" said Sapt grimly, and he bore off the King in his arms.

       For me, I sat down in an armchair, and as I sat there, half-dazed, Josef clipped and scraped me till my moustache and imperial were things of the past and my face was as bare as the King's. And when Fritz saw me thus he drew a long breath and exclaimed:--

       "By Jove, we shall do it!"

       It was six o'clock now, and we had no time to lose. Sapt hurried me into the King's room, and I dressed myself in the uniform of a

       colonel of the Guard, finding time as I slipped on the King's boots to ask Sapt what he had done with the old woman.

       "She swore she'd heard nothing," said he; "but to make sure I tied her legs together and put a handkerchief in her mouth and bound

       her hands, and locked her up in the coal-cellar, next door to the King. Josef will look after them both later on." Then I burst out laughing, and even old Sapt grimly smiled.

       "I fancy," said he, "that when Josef tells them the King is gone they'll think it is because we smelt a rat. For you may swear Black

       Michael doesn't expect to see him in Strelsau today."

       I put the King's helmet on my head. Old Sapt handed me the King's sword, looking at me long and carefully. "Thank God, he shaved his beard!" he exclaimed.

       "Why did he?" I asked.

       "Because Princess Flavia said he grazed her cheek when he was graciously pleased to give her a cousinly kiss. Come though, we must ride."

       "Is all safe here?"

       "Nothing's safe anywhere," said Sapt, "but we can make it no safer."

       Fritz now rejoined us in the uniform of a captain in the same regiment as that to which my dress belonged. In four minutes Sapt

       had arrayed himself in his uniform. Josef called that the horses were ready. We jumped on their backs and started at a rapid trot. The game had begun. What would the issue of it be?

       The cool morning air cleared my head, and I was able to take in all Sapt said to me. He was wonderful. Fritz hardly spoke, riding like a man asleep, but Sapt, without another word for the King, began at once to instruct me most minutely in the history of my past

       life, of my family, of my tastes, pursuits, weaknesses, friends, companions, and servants. He told me the etiquette of the Ruritanian Court, promising to be constantly at my elbow to point out everybody whom I ought to know, and give me hints with what degree of favour to greet them.

       "By the way," he said, "you're a Catholic, I suppose?"

       "Not I," I answered.

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       "Lord, he's a heretic!" groaned Sapt, and forthwith he fell to a rudimentary lesson in the practices and observances of the Romish faith.

       "Luckily," said he, "you won't be expected to know much, for the King's notoriously lax and careless about such matters. But you must be as civil as butter to the Cardinal. We hope to win him over, because he and Michael have a standing quarrel about their precedence."

       We were by now at the station. Fritz had recovered nerve enough to explain to the astonished station master that the King had changed his plans. The train steamed up. We got into a first-class carriage, and Sapt, leaning back on the cushions, went on with his lesson. I looked at my watch--the King's watch it was, of course. It was just eight.

       "I wonder if they've gone to look for us," I said.

       "I hope they won't find the King," said Fritz nervously, and this time it was Sapt who shrugged his shoulders.

       The train travelled well, and at half-past nine, looking out of the window, I saw the towers and spires of a great city.

       "Your capital, my liege," grinned old Sapt, with a wave of his hand, and, leaning forward, he laid his finger on my pulse. "A little too quick," said he, in his grumbling tone.

       "I'm not made of stone!" I exclaimed.

       "You'll do," said he, with a nod. "We must say Fritz here has caught the ague. Drain your flask, Fritz, for heaven's sake, boy!"

       Fritz did as he was bid.

       "We're an hour early," said Sapt. "We'll send word forward for your Majesty's arrival, for there'll be no one here to meet us yet. And meanwhile--"

       "Meanwhile," said I, "the King'll be hanged if he doesn't have some breakfast." Old Sapt chuckled, and held out his hand.

       "You're an Elphberg, every inch of you," said he. Then he paused, and looking at us, said quietly, "God send we may be alive tonight!"

       "Amen!" said Fritz von Tarlenheim.

       The train stopped. Fritz and Sapt leapt out, uncovered, and held the door for me. I choked down a lump that rose in my throat, settled my helmet firmly on my head, and (I'm not ashamed to say it) breathed a short prayer to God. Then I stepped on the platform of the station at Strelsau.

       A moment later, all was bustle and confusion: men hurrying up, hats in hand, and hurrying off again; men conducting me to the buffet; men mounting and riding in hot haste to the quarters of the troops, to the Cathedral, to the residence of Duke Michael. Even as I swallowed the last drop of my cup of coffee, the bells throughout all the city broke out into a joyful peal, and the sound of a military band and of men cheering smote upon my ear.

       King Rudolf the Fifth was in his good city of Strelsau! And they shouted outside-- "God save the King!"

       Old Sapt's mouth wrinkled into a smile.

       "God save 'em both!" he whispered. "Courage, lad!" and I felt his hand press my knee.

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       CHAPTER 5

       The Adventures of an Understudy

       With Fritz von Tarlenheim and Colonel Sapt close behind me, I stepped out of the buffet on to the platform. The last thing I did was to feel if my revolver were handy and my sword loose in the scabbard. A gay group of officers and high dignitaries stood awaiting me, at their head a tall old man, covered with medals, and of military bearing. He wore the yellow and red ribbon of the Red Rose of Ruritania--which, by the way, decorated my unworthy breast also.

       "Marshal Strakencz," whispered Sapt, and I knew that I was in the presence of the most famous veteran of the Ruritanian army.

       Just behind the Marshal stood a short spare man, in flowing robes of black and crimson.

       "The Chancellor of the Kingdom," whispered Sapt.

       The Marshal greeted me in a few loyal words, and proceeded to deliver