Adventure stories; Love -- Fiction; Princesses -- Fiction; Short stories
And he motioned with his hand to be left alone. Then, when the Count had
gone, he sat down in his chair again, and remained there till it was
full day, neither moving nor yet sleeping. There he was found by his
gentlemen when they came to dress him, but none asked him what had
passed.
Count Nikolas, now Lord of Zenda, did not so waste time, and the matters
that he had spoken of did not keep him long in Strelsau; but in the
early morning he rode out, the paper which the King had written in his
belt.
First he rode with all speed to his own house of Festenburg, and there
he gathered together all his followers, servants, foresters, and armed
retainers, and he told them that they were to ride with him to Zenda,
for that Zenda was now his and not the King's. At this they were greatly
astonished, but they ate the fine dinner and drank the wine which he
provided, and in the evening they rode down the hill very merry, and
trotted, nearly a hundred strong, through the town, making a great
noise, so that they disturbed the Bishop of Modenstein, who was lying
that night at the inn in the course of a journey from his See to the
Capital; but nobody could tell the Bishop why they rode to Zenda, and
presently the Bishop, being wearied with travelling, went to his bed.
Now King Rudolf, in his chagrin and dismay, had himself forgotten, or
had at least neglected to warn the Count of Festenburg, that his sister
Princess Osra was residing at the Castle of Zenda; for it was her
favourite resort, and she often retired from the Court and spent many
days there alone. There she was now with two of her ladies, a small
retinue of servants, and no more than half a dozen Guards; and when
Count Nikolas came to the gate, it being then after nine, she had gone
to her own chamber, and sat before the mirror, dressed in a loose white
gown, with her ruddy hair unbound and floating over her shoulders. She
was reading an old story book, containing tales of Helen of Troy, of
Cleopatra, of Berenice, and other lovely ladies, very elegantly related
and embellished with fine pictures. And the Princess, being very much
absorbed in the stories, did not hear nor notice the arrival of the
Count's company, but continued to read, while Nikolas roused the
watchmen, and the bridge was let down, and the steward summoned. Then
Nikolas took the steward aside, and shewed him the King's order, bearing
the King's seal, and the steward, although both greatly astonished and
greatly grieved, could not deny the letter or the seal, but declared
himself ready to obey and to surrender the Castle; and the sergeant in
command of the Guard said the same; but, they added, since the Princess
was in the Castle, they must inform her of the matter, and take her
commands.
"Aye, do," said Nikolas, sitting down in the great hall. "Tell her not
to be disturbed, but to give me the honour of being her host for as long
as she will, and say that I will wait on her, if it be her pleasure."
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