"
"Ay. And--Rudolf!"
"Yes?"
"Make an end of him this time."
"Please God. But if he goes to the lodge? He will, unless
Rischenheim stops him."
"I'll be there in case--but I think Rischenheim will stop him."
"If he comes here?"
"Young Bernenstein will die before he suffers him to reach the
king."
"Sapt!"
"Ay?"
"Be kind to her."
"Bless the man, yes!"
"Good -by."
"And good luck."
At a swift canter Rudolf darted round the drive that led from the
stables, by the moat, to the old forest road behind; five minutes
brought him within the shelter of the trees, and he rode on
confidently, meeting nobody, save here and there a yokel, who,
seeing a man ride hard with his head averted, took no more notice
of him than to wish that he himself could ride abroad instead of
being bound to work. Thus Rudolf Rassendyll set out again for the
walls of Strelsau, through the forest of Zenda. And ahead of him,
with an hour's start, galloped the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim,
again a man, and a man with resolution, resentment, and revenge
in his heart.
The game was afoot now; who could tell the issue of it?
CHAPTER VII. THE MESSAGE OF SIMON THE HUNTSMAN
I RECEIVED the telegram sent to me by the Constable of Zenda at
my own house in Strelsau about one o'clock.
Pages:
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124