The Prisoner of Zenda. Anthony Hope

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      “And a very pretty picture he makes,” sneered Sapt.

      Fritz von Tarlenheim buried his face in his hands. The King breathed loudly and heavily. Sapt stirred him again with his foot.

      “The drunken dog!” he said; “but he’s an Elphberg and the son of his father, and may I rot in hell before Black Michael sits in his place!”

      For a moment or two we were all silent; then Sapt, knitting his bushy grey brows, took his pipe from his mouth and said to me:

      “As a man grows old he believes in Fate. Fate sent you here. Fate sends you now to Strelsau.”

      I staggered back, murmuring “Good God!”

      Fritz looked up with an eager, bewildered gaze.

      “Impossible!” I muttered. “I should be known.”

      “It’s a risk—against a certainty,” said Sapt. “If you shave, I’ll wager you’ll not be known. Are you afraid?”

      “Sir!”

      “Come, lad, there, there; but it’s your life, you know, if you’re known—and mine—and Fritz’s here. But, if you don’t go, I swear to you Black Michael will sit tonight on the throne, and the King lie in prison or his grave.”

      “The King would never forgive it,” I stammered.

      “Are we women? Who cares for his forgiveness?”

      The clock ticked fifty times, and sixty and seventy times, as I stood in thought. Then I suppose a look came over my face, for old Sapt caught me by the hand, crying:

      “You’ll go?”

      “Yes, I’ll go,” said I, and I turned my eyes on the prostrate figure of the King on the floor.

      “Tonight,” Sapt went on in a hasty whisper, “we are to lodge in the Palace. The moment they leave us you and I will mount our horses—Fritz must stay there and guard the King’s room—and ride here at a gallop. The King will be ready—Josef will tell him—and he must ride back with me to Strelsau, and you ride as if the devil were behind you to the frontier.”

      I took it all in in a second, and nodded my head.

      “There’s a chance,” said Fritz, with his first sign of hopefulness.

      “If I escape detection,” said I.

      “If we’re detected,” said Sapt. “I’ll send Black Michael down below before I go myself, so help me heaven! Sit in that chair, 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.”

      “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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