CONTENTS
I. THE QUEEN'S GOOD-BY
II. A STATION WITHOUT A CAB
III. AGAIN TO ZENDA
IV. AN EDDY ON THE MOAT
V. AN AUDIENCE OF THE KING
VI. THE TASK OF THE QUEEN'S SERVANTS
VII. THE MESSAGE OF SIMON THE HUNTSMAN
VIII. THE TEMPER OF BORIS THE HOUND
IX. THE KING IN THE HUNTING-LODGE
X. THE KING IN STRELSAU
XI. WHAT THE CHANCELLOR'S WIFE SAW
XII. BEFORE THEM ALL!
XIII. A KING UP HIS SLEEVE
XIV. THE NEWS COMES TO STRELSAU
XV. A PASTIME FOR COLONEL SAPT
XVI. A CROWD IN THE KONIGSTRASSE
XVII. YOUNG RUPERT AND THE PLAY-ACTOR
XVIII. THE TRIUMPH OF THE KING
XIX. FOR OUR LOVE AND HER HONOR
XX. THE DECISION OF HEAVEN
XXI. THE COMING OF THE DREAM
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 heard it."
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.
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I. THE QUEEN'S GOOD-BY
II. A STATION WITHOUT A CAB
III. AGAIN TO ZENDA
IV. AN EDDY ON THE MOAT
V. AN AUDIENCE OF THE KING
VI. THE TASK OF THE QUEEN'S SERVANTS
VII. THE MESSAGE OF SIMON THE HUNTSMAN
VIII. THE TEMPER OF BORIS THE HOUND
IX. THE KING IN THE HUNTING-LODGE
X. THE KING IN STRELSAU
XI. WHAT THE CHANCELLOR'S WIFE SAW
XII. BEFORE THEM ALL!
XIII. A KING UP HIS SLEEVE
XIV. THE NEWS COMES TO STRELSAU
XV. A PASTIME FOR COLONEL SAPT
XVI. A CROWD IN THE KONIGSTRASSE
XVII. YOUNG RUPERT AND THE PLAY-ACTOR
XVIII. THE TRIUMPH OF THE KING
XIX. FOR OUR LOVE AND HER HONOR
XX. THE DECISION OF HEAVEN
XXI. THE COMING OF THE DREAM
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 heard it."
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.
RUPERT OF HENTZAU
CONTENTS
I. THE QUEEN'S GOOD-BY
II. A STATION WITHOUT A CAB
III. AGAIN TO ZENDA
IV. AN EDDY ON THE MOAT
V. AN AUDIENCE OF THE KING
VI. THE TASK OF THE QUEEN'S SERVANTS
VII. THE MESSAGE OF SIMON THE HUNTSMAN
VIII. THE TEMPER OF BORIS THE HOUND
IX. THE KING IN THE HUNTING-LODGE
X. THE KING IN STRELSAU
XI. WHAT THE CHANCELLOR'S WIFE SAW
XII. BEFORE THEM ALL!
XIII. A KING UP HIS SLEEVE
XIV. THE NEWS COMES TO STRELSAU
XV. A PASTIME FOR COLONEL SAPT
XVI. A CROWD IN THE KONIGSTRASSE
XVII. YOUNG RUPERT AND THE PLAY-ACTOR
XVIII. THE TRIUMPH OF THE KING
XIX. FOR OUR LOVE AND HER HONOR
XX. THE DECISION OF HEAVEN
XXI. THE COMING OF THE DREAM
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 heard it."
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.
I. THE QUEEN'S GOOD-BY
II. A STATION WITHOUT A CAB
III. AGAIN TO ZENDA
IV. AN EDDY ON THE MOAT
V. AN AUDIENCE OF THE KING
VI. THE TASK OF THE QUEEN'S SERVANTS
VII. THE MESSAGE OF SIMON THE HUNTSMAN
VIII. THE TEMPER OF BORIS THE HOUND
IX. THE KING IN THE HUNTING-LODGE
X. THE KING IN STRELSAU
XI. WHAT THE CHANCELLOR'S WIFE SAW
XII. BEFORE THEM ALL!
XIII. A KING UP HIS SLEEVE
XIV. THE NEWS COMES TO STRELSAU
XV. A PASTIME FOR COLONEL SAPT
XVI. A CROWD IN THE KONIGSTRASSE
XVII. YOUNG RUPERT AND THE PLAY-ACTOR
XVIII. THE TRIUMPH OF THE KING
XIX. FOR OUR LOVE AND HER HONOR
XX. THE DECISION OF HEAVEN
XXI. THE COMING OF THE DREAM
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 heard it."
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.
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| BN ID: | 2940013117303 |
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| Publisher: | SAP |
| Publication date: | 07/25/2011 |
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