Adventure stories; Love -- Fiction; Princesses -- Fiction; Short stories
At last they passed the town, and with a great crowd still following
them, came to the Castle. At the gate of it the Bishop stopped and aided
the Princess to alight. Again he knelt and kissed her hand, saying only:
"Madame, farewell!"
"Farewell, my lord," said Osra softly; and she went hastily into the
Castle, while the Bishop returned to his inn in the town, and though the
people stood round the inn the best part of the day, calling and
watching for him, he would not shew himself.
In the evening of that day the King, having heard the tidings of the
crime of Count Nikolas, came in furious haste with a troop of horse from
Strelsau. And when he heard how Osra had played at dice with the Count,
and staking herself against the Castle of Zenda had won it back, he was
ashamed, and swore an oath that he would play dice no more, which oath
he faithfully observed. But in the morning of the next day he went to
Festenburg, where he flogged soundly every man who had not run away
before his coming; and all the possessions of Count Nikolas he
confiscated, and he pulled down the Castle of Festenburg, and filled up
the moat that had run round its walls.
Then he sent for the Bishop of Modenstein, and thanked him, offering to
him all the demesne of Count Nikolas; but the Bishop would not accept
it, nor any mark of the King's favour, not even the Order of the Red
Rose. Therefore the King granted the ground on which the Castle stood,
and all the lands belonging to it, to Francis of Tarlenheim,
brother-in-law to the wife of Prince Henry, who built the _château_
which now stands there and belongs to the same family to this day.
But the Bishop of Modenstein, having been entertained by the King with
great splendour for two days, would not stay longer, but set out to
pursue his journey, clad now in his ecclesiastical garments. And
Princess Osra sat by her window, leaning her head on her hand, and
watching him till the trees of the forest hid him; and once, when he was
on the edge of the forest, he turned his face for an instant, and looked
back at her where she sat watching in the window. Thus he went to
Strelsau; and when he was come there, he sent immediately for his
confessor, and the confessor, having heard him, laid upon him a severe
penance, which he performed with great zeal, exactness, and contrition.
But whether the penance were for killing Count Nikolas of Festenburg
(which in a layman, at least, would have seemed but a venial sin) or for
what else, who shall say?
CHAPTER VI.
The Device of Giraldo the Painter.
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