"Captain Lexa," said Karl, "you seem a capable and zealous officer, but your task is not over yet. It may be,--as you and General von Bilderbaum think,--that the Weidenbruckers have had enough hammering for a season, and have no intention of returning. But Meyer thinks otherwise, nor am I one to leave matters to chance. Bernhardt is a madman who is not subject to the ordinary influences of disaster. His lieutenant, Trafford, is a man of exceptional ability and resource. They are not likely, in my opinion, to acquiesce in a discredited return to the capital." "They cannot be back at Weissheim for some hours yet, sire," said the Captain. "I know. But our men are debauched with victory. They are out of hand. They have done their day's work, and they want to enjoy the price of their labours. You, Captain, seem a sober, honest soldier with a firm hold over your command. Can I trust you,--when you have rested your men and seen to their rations,--to return in an hour's time to Redoubt A to watch with us against a surprise attack from our enemies?" "You may trust me to the death, sire," said the young officer with emotion, "and for every man of my command whom I fail to bring to the redoubt I will forfeit a year's promotion." "Well spoken, Captain Lexa," said Karl with a smile. "While there are men like you in my army I can never despair of my fortunes." The King and his little party stood at the edge of the road while the regiment resumed its upward progress. Lithe, sunburned men, untired by the long day's work, they glided swiftly by, one and all saluting as they passed the royal presence, and ultimately breaking into a shrill cheer as they vanished up the zig-zagging road. "Thank God for brave men!" said Karl simply, when they had gone. "We shall not need our friends here after all," said Saunders, referring to the quartet they had enticed from the festive bonfire. "Aye," said the man with the beard. "You may want us yet. They are gallant fellows, those soldier lads, but they will be tempted up yonder, and the true Grimlander ever meets temptation half way." "They will not fail me," said Karl, whose optimism seemed to have returned in full force. "My fortunes have turned, and I have no fears of their staunchness." "Still it would be prudent to take these gentlemen with us," said Meyer. "Lexa and his men may be late, and there will be plenty for them to do." "Oh, we are coming," pursued the bearded man. "I, too, believe Bernhardt means returning, and I would give ten years of my life to put a bullet through his wicked skull. As for the Princess Gloria, I would not spare that wanton little----" "Hush, man!" interrupted Karl. "The Princess is a relative of mine." "Aye, and one to be proud of!" went on the man defiantly. "They say that she and the American Trafford----"