Brothers -- Fiction; Crimean War, 1853-1856 -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Identity -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"Ah, yes--Jim. It was the Prince who bade me come down and thank you
for saving that mare, and it was only when I heard your friend mention
Carne that I recognised you. Monsieur----?" to the Prince, who
addressed some remark to him in French, to which he laughingly
replied, and then turned again to Jim.
"His Highness says he would like to see you cleaned up, and invites
you to his table to-night--both of you, if you can come. I suppose you
can fig out all right?"
Jim saluted Prince Napoleon and bowed.
"It is a great honour," he said. "I'll find Jack, sir, and we'll fig
out all right."
"Eight o'clock, then. We're camped over there for the night. Any one
will show you the Prince's quarters." And the two horsemen saluted
generally and galloped away.
"You're in luck, old boy," said George. "Dining with princes and
big-pots. Who's the other? He talks uncommonly good English for a
Frenchman."
"My father," said Jim quietly.
"Your---- Good Lord! Well, I---- Yes, of course, now I remember."
"All the same," said Jim, "princes are not much in my line, and I'd
just as soon he hadn't asked me."
"Man alive!" said Ralph, with exuberance. "Why, I'd give my little
finger for the chance."
"And where's old Jack?" asked George.
"Up on the hill there behind the town."
"And where do we go?"
"You stop the night here and get on to Devna to-morrow. It's about
twenty miles up-country."
Jack was mightily astonished when Jim gave him his news, and showed no
modest reluctance in accepting the invitation.
"It's always interesting to meet people like that," he said. "Is he
like the Emperor?"
"He's not like his pictures. More like the first Emperor, I should
say. But he seemed pleasant enough."
"And our paternal?"
"He was all right. They seemed on very good terms with one another."
"And he really is as big a man as he led us to believe that night?"
"Why, yes, he seemed so. Did you doubt it?"
And so, all in their best, they duly presented themselves at the
Prince's quarters a few minutes before eight, Jack, in his modest
Engineer uniform, feeling somewhat overshadowed by Jim's gorgeous
Hussar trappings.
"By Jove! but don't they know how to make themselves at home!" said
Jack, as they came in sight of the handsome tent, with a great green
bower made of leafy branches in front and an enclosure of the same all
round it.
The sentries passed them in at once, and their father came out from
the tent and met them with cordial, outstretched hands. He held both
their hands for a moment, and looked from one to the other.
"Jack is the Engineer, and Jim is the Hussar, and both of you very
creditable Carrons. We must get to know one another better, my boys.
The coming campaign should afford us plenty of opportunities."
"Is there to be a campaign, then, sir?" asked Jack. "We'd about given
up all hopes of it."
"Oh, we're not through yet by any means," smiled the Colonel.
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