French -- Germany -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Mystery fiction; Nobility -- Germany -- Fiction
"'Consent to--oh, something which commits you to nothing. I agreed that
the Grand Duke should be your companion at the meet the day after
tomorrow.'
"'If that's all,' I said, 'you can rely on me to make this German sorry
he ever came to Russia for an heiress.'
"'Promise me to be nice,' begged my father in alarm. 'You make me regret
I have given you so much liberty. Remember it's a question of a royal
crown. Neither more nor less.'
"A crown! To see his daughter a queen! That was all the old Kalmuck
thought about.
"That evening as I was entering the car to go to the gala performance I
was made to realize that Papa had committed me much further than he had
dared admit.
"'Here's our little fiancée,' said the Kaiser, taking my hand.
"The Empress, more the brood hen than ever, kissed me on the forehead.
It appears that this is a family mania.
"And so it went on up to the Czar, who remarked to the Kaiser, with one
of his sad smiles:
"'So you're not satisfied with flooding me with your subjects, but must
needs come to take away mine!'
"I put on my frankest smile, but cast many a sidelong glance at my red
Hussar, who didn't know what to do. I said to myself:
"'You wait a bit, my fine fellow! You'll be paid out for this the day
after tomorrow!'
* * * * * *
"The day came. My only fear was that the country we hunted would be too
flat, too easy. I was quickly reassured. It is true that there were a
good many paths in the woods, quite suitable for ladies, but there were
also patches of thick scrub, several streams, and here and there some
tricky ditches.
"Before we started I gave Taras-Bulba half a pound of sugar soaked in
whisky, and he was very lively though full of dignity.
"I won't pretend that there was not a chorus of exclamation when he
appeared. The Crown Prince asked me why I didn't have him clipped.
"'Don't listen to them, old friend,' I murmured in my little steed's
ear. He understood and knowingly tossed his head.
"The Grand Duke Rudolph rode up beside me. I made myself so agreeable
that the poor man evidently felt encouraged and said in a low voice:
"'Then you don't regret having me for your companion, mademoiselle?'
"'How could you think so, sir?' I answered. 'This Court half suffocates
me. We never have a moment to ourselves. There's room to breathe out
here. We can talk.'
"'So you love Nature!' he murmured, radiant. 'How happy I am!'
"I was happy, too. I was certain that he wouldn't leave me for a second.
"The first fox was started. Nothing remarkable happened except, perhaps,
when Taras-Bulba, fired by the sound of the horn, performed a polka and
came down with his forelegs on the back of Adalbert's mare, almost
unseating her rider. After that they all kept away from my little horse
as if he'd been the plague.
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