"
"Will he believe that?"
"Why not? For his own sake he'd better believe everything."
"And if we have to kill him?"
"We must run for it. The king would be furious."
"He's fond of him?"
"You forget. He wants to know about the dogs."
"True. You'll be in your place in time?"
"Of course."
Rudolf Rassendyll took a turn up and down the room. It was easy
to see that the events of the night had disturbed him. Sapt's
thoughts were running in a different channel.
"When we've done with this fellow, we must find Rupert," said he.
Rudolf started.
"Rupert? Rupert? True; I forgot. Of course we must," said he
confusedly.
Sapt looked scornful; he knew that his companion's mind had been
occupied with the queen. But his remarks--if he had meditated
any--were interrupted by the clock striking seven.
"He'll be here in an hour," said he.
"We're ready for him," answered Rudolf Rassendyll. With the
thought of action his eyes grew bright and his brow smooth again.
He and old Sapt looked at one another, and they both smiled.
"Like old times, isn't it, Sapt?"
"Aye, sire, like the reign of good King Rudolf."
Thus they made ready for the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim, while my
cursed wound held me a prisoner at Wintenberg.
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