Rupert of Hentzau: From The Memoirs of Fritz Von Tarlenheim: Sequel to The Prisoner of ZendaHope, Anthony
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Rupert of Hentzau: From The Memoirs of Fritz Von Tarlenheim: Sequel to The Prisoner of Zenda
Hope, Anthony
Adventure stories; British -- Foreign countries -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction; Kings and rulers -- Fiction
RUPERT OF HENTZAU
FROM THE MEMOIRS OF FRITZ VON TARLENHEIM
Sequel to The Prisoner of Zenda
By Anthony Hope
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.”
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