Rulers of kings: A novelAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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Rulers of kings: A novel
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
Statesmen -- Fiction
Zrinyi, who was not in a sentimental mood, continued: “I have a
surprise for this night, if not an earthquake. I find that the
peasantry all through these mountains have been much excited since
they heard the Princess was coming here--that is to say, the sister
of Rudolf. Most of the young men were beaters at one time or another
for him, and those who were not, and the old and the women, invariably
managed to see him when he came to Görgény. His delightful manners,
combined with the halo of monarchy, made them worship him in a manner
which few modern princes have known--Ludvig II. perhaps furnishes the
only parallel. Nor will they believe him dead. They know that our
princess resembles him in many respects, and doubtless they have some
sort of hope that she can give them definite news of him, that perhaps
she has come to announce his return from the dim unknown. So I have
sent men about inviting them to come here to-night. She has another
opportunity to draw to herself the love that has been wasted since
Rudolf’s death. I am grateful that she is looking her best to-night,
for although she is always beautiful, she has appeared less brilliant
of late.”
“She wears color to-night,” said Alexandra dryly; “that is the whole
secret.”
“I am not a fool, mademoiselle; I understand quite well, and sincerely
wish she could be happy. But unhappiness is the fate of princes. They
are born in sacrifice, and they die in it, having known little else.
But our princess has so much to give--it is a great pity I don’t waste
my sympathies on them as a rule. And your brother--it is his first
disappointment? It will go hard with him, but any man worth the name
can get over anything.”
“That is comforting! If Ranata and Fessenden suddenly made up their
minds to run off, should you help them?”
“Run off? Great Heaven! How could you conceive such a thing even in
jest? The Hapsburgs have done a good deal for love--but that!”
“An American? That is the point? It would be a good beginning.”
“I have always wondered,” murmured Zrinyi, “why you did not put three
heads on your eagle while you were about it.”
“The two-headed one was sufficiently absurd to deter us. You have not
answered my question. Should you help them?”
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