"There is only one thing that I can harbor against you,"continued Prince Ludwig, "and that is that in a single in-stance you deceived me, for an hour before the coronation you told me that you were a Rubinroth.""I told you, prince," corrected Barney, "that the royal blood of Rubinroth flowed in my veins, and so it does. Iam the son of the runaway Princess Victoria of Lutha."Both Leopold and Ludwig looked their surprise, and to the king's eyes came a sudden look of fear. With the royal blood in his veins, what was there to prevent this popular hero from some day striving for the throne he had once re-fused? Leopold knew that the minds of men were wont to change most unaccountably.
"Butzow," he said suddenly to the lieutenant of horse, "how many do you imagine know positively that he who has ruled Lutha for the past two days and he who was crowned in the cathedral this noon are not one and the same?""Only a few besides those who are in this room, your majesty," replied Butzow. "Peter and Coblich have known it from the first, and then there is Kramer, the loyal old shopkeeper of Tafelberg, who followed Coblich and Maenck all night and half a day as they dragged the king to the hiding-place where we found him. Other than these there may be those who guess the truth, but there are none who know."For a moment the king sat in thought. Then he rose and commenced packing back and forth the length of the apart-ment.
"Why should they ever know?" he said at last, halting before the three men who had been standing watching him.
"For the sake of Lutha they should never know that an-other than the true king sat upon the throne even for an hour."He was thinking of the comparison that might be drawn between the heroic figure of the American and his own colorless part in the events which had led up to his corona-tion. In his heart of hearts he felt that old Von der Tann rather regretted that the American had not been the king, and he hated the old man accordingly, and was commenc-ing to hate the American as well.
Prince Ludwig stood looking at the carpet after the king had spoken. His judgment told him that the king's sug-gestion was a wise one; but he was sorry and ashamed that it had come from Leopold. Butzow's lips almost showed the contempt that he felt for the ingratitude of his king.
Barney Custer was the first to speak.
"I think his majesty is quite right," he said, "and tonight I can leave the palace after dark and cross the border some time tomorrow evening. The people need never know the truth."Leopold looked relieved.
"We must reward you, Mr. Custer," he said. "Name that which it lies within our power to grant you and it shall be yours."Barney thought of the girl he loved; but he did not men-tion her name, for he knew that she was not for him now.
"There is nothing, your majesty," he said.
"A money reward," Leopold started to suggest, and then Barney Custer lost his temper.
A flush mounted to his face, his chin went up, and there came to his lips bitter words of sarca**. With an effort, however, he held his tongue, and, turning his back upon the king, his broad shoulders proclaiming the contempt he felt, he walked slowly out of the room.
Von der Tann and Butzow and Leopold of Lutha stood in silence as the American passed out of sight beyond the portal.
The manner of his going had been an affront to the king, and the young ruler had gone red with anger.
"Butzow," he cried, "bring the fellow back; he shall be taught a lesson in the deference that is due kings."Butzow hesitated. "He has risked his life a dozen times for your majesty," said the lieutenant.
Leopold flushed.
"Do not humiliate him, sire," advised Von der Tann. "He has earned a greater reward at your hands than that."The king resumed his pacing for a moment, coming to a halt once more before the two.
"We shall take no notice of his insolence," he said, "and that shall be our royal reward for his services. More than he deserves, we dare say, at that."As Barney hastened through the palace on his way to his new quarters to obtain his arms and order his horse sad-dled, he came suddenly upon a girlish figure gazing sadly from a window upon the drear November world--her heart as sad as the day.
At the sound of his footstep she turned, and as her eyes met the gray ones of the man she stood poised as though of half a mind to fly. For a moment neither spoke.
"Can your highness forgive?" he asked.
For answer the girl buried her face in her hands and dropped upon the cushioned window seat before her. The American came close and knelt at her side.
"Don't," he begged as he saw her shoulders rise to the sudden sobbing that racked her slender frame. "Don't!"He thought that she wept from mortification that she had given her kisses to another than the king.