"Long ago, when Adrian was very much younger, I used to see him more intimately," Stanief mused rather sadly. "Then I never considered a regency, believing the Emperor would live until his son could take his place. I was weary even then of the constant strife and suspicion; I longed to make a friend of my small cousin and some day find calm under his rule. But the Emperor interfered, and we have seen each other only formally since. Now comes your part, John. I shall place you in Adrian's suite as his personal attendant. I want you to do what I can not; to guard him from hour to hour, as far as possible, from my self-styled friends and his enemies. He will like you,--you have that gift." "Gift?" Allard puzzled. "The gift of being liked. And being an American, you will escape much of the jealousy which would attach to one who could demand more. It is absolutely necessary for me to have some one near my cousin whom I can trust implicitly." "I will do anything you wish," he answered simply. "Your purpose--let me serve it also. Only I will have to ask you to teach me a bit; I am afraid my ideas of the most formal court in Europe--" "I shall teach you nothing whatever," Stanief declared, with his sudden smile. "Let the imperial Adrian have that amusement. Do not forget what I have implied to those you meet here: that you are merely my secretary as a whim, and are in reality my friend. You understand?" Allard did understand,--the elaborate luxury with which he had been surrounded, the deference of even Count Rosal, the caution of Vasili. "I would rather stay with you than be a child's plaything," he said wistfully. "But it is all right." Stanief regarded him for an instant, then reached for a cigarette. "You will be with me. But if you have any idea that Adrian is like a child, wait," he observed dryly. "And now let us enjoy the voyage, since it is our last quiet period for several years." Before Allard could reply, an agitated knock fell on the door and Marzio admitted the pale and breathless Rosal. "Well?" Stanief questioned, instinctively rising. Allard rose with him, and standing they received the message. "I regret to report, by wireless from New York, the death of his Imperial Majesty the Emperor, at noon to-day." A brief hush, then Rosal again in nervous conclusion: "His Imperial Majesty the Emperor Adrian requests the return of your Royal Highness to the capital." CHAPTER VII ALLEGIANCE "Check. You are losing your game, my John." Allard laughed in frank admission,--a tanned, bright-eyed Allard after the long voyage. "I am stupid to-night, monseigneur. It is difficult to sit here and play chess when we are anchored at last before our goal, the city of excitements. One has the feeling that one should go ashore at once." "When one arrives in a port near midnight, one does not arrive officially until next morning. Since my first act must be to go direct to the palace, you will comprehend that the hour is unfortunate."