Adventure stories; Love -- Fiction; Princesses -- Fiction; Short stories
"Aye, I must mount," said he. "For if we were found here the King would
kill me."
For the first time the peril of their enterprise seemed to strike into
her mind, and turned her cheek pale.
"Ah, I forgot! In my happiness I forgot. Mount, mount! Oh, if he found
you!"
He mounted. Once they clasped hands; then they rode swiftly for the
Western Gate.
"Veil your face," he said, and since he bade her, she obeyed, saying:
"But I can see you through the veil."
The gate stood open, and the gate-warden was not there. They were out of
the city, the morning air blew cold and pure over the meadows from the
river. The horses stretched into an eager willing gallop. Osra tore her
veil from her face, and turned on him eyes of radiant triumph.
"It is done," she cried, "it is done."
"Yes, it is done, my Princess," said he.
"And--and it is begun, my Prince," said she.
"Yes, and it is begun," said he.
She laughed aloud in absolute joy, and for a moment he also laughed.
But then his face grew grave, and he said:
"I pray you may never grieve for it."
She looked at him with eyes wide in wonder; for an instant she seemed
puzzled; then she fell again to laughing.
"Grieve for it!" said she, between her merry laughs.
King Rudolf was a man who lay late in the morning, and he was not well
pleased to be roused when the clock had but just struck four. Yet he sat
up in his bed readily enough, for he imagined that the embassy from the
Grand Duke of Mittenheim must be nearer than he thought, and, sooner
than fail in any courtesy towards a Prince whose alliance he ardently
desired, he was ready to submit to much inconvenience. But his
astonishment was great, when, instead of any tidings from the embassy,
one of his gentlemen handed him a letter, saying that a servant had
received it from a stranger with instructions to carry it at once to the
King; when asked if an answer were desired from his Majesty, the
stranger had answered, "Not through me," and at once turned away and
quickly disappeared. The King, with a peevish oath at having been roused
for such a trifle broke the seal and fastenings of the letter, and
opened it; and he read:
"Sire,--Your sister does not wait for the embassy, but chooses her own
lover. She has met a student of the University every day for the last
three weeks by the river bank." (The King started.) "This morning she
has fled with him on horseback along the Western Road. If you desire a
student for a brother-in-law, sleep again; if not, up and ride. Do not
doubt these tidings."
There was no signature to the letter; yet the King, knowing his sister,
cried:
"See whether the Princess is in the Palace. And in the meanwhile saddle
my horse, and let a dozen of the Guard be at the gate."
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