The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a RomanceGrier, Sydney C.
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The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a Romance
Grier, Sydney C.
Kings and rulers -- Fiction; Political fiction
The Emperor frowned. “My dear cousin, as a favour to me, allow Lord
Usk to answer for himself. Do you intend to seek a career in Germany,
Lord Usk? You hold a commission in the British army, I believe?”
“Only in the Yeomanry, sir. If I might speak freely to your
Majesty----”
“By all means. That is what I desire.”
“I have no wish to live anywhere but in England, sir. I am my father’s
only son, and have many ties at home. I hope to enter Parliament
before long, and devote myself to a political career.”
“And we shall live in a tall, narrow black house in a square, and I
shall drive him to the House of Commons every evening, and sit up and
look out quotations for his speeches until he comes back,” said Helene
ecstatically.
“At least you have not idealised the prospect!” said the Emperor drily
to Usk, then turned to Helene. “My dear little cousin, might I ask you
to be so very kind as to go and tell your mother of my arrival? You
will do me this favour, won’t you?”
“If you command me as Emperor, I suppose I must,” said Helene
undauntedly, though Usk could feel that she was shaking; “but for
anything short of that I can’t--I mean, I won’t go.”
“Really we could talk business much better,” said Usk, aghast, and at
his wits’ end to know how to act and speak without either offending
the Emperor or wounding Helene’s feelings. She looked at him with high
disdain.
“The Emperor wishes to get rid of me that he may say things to you
which will make you give me up, but he shall say them before me, or
not at all.”
“As you will, little cousin,” said the Emperor carelessly. Then he
turned suddenly a penetrating gaze on Usk. “What part does this
intended marriage of yours play in the plans of your uncle Count
Mortimer? If there is any question of a revival of your father’s
preposterous claim to the throne of Thracia, understand that it will
not be permitted. The unbridled ambition of you Mortimers has already
endangered the peace of Europe too often.”
This time it was Usk who could not help smiling. “If your Majesty knew
my father, you would see how strange it sounds to hear you speak of
unbridled ambition in connection with him. He went to Thracia against
his will, led on by circumstances, and left it with the most intense
pleasure. He would do anything rather than go back there or allow me
to go.”
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