Simon shot an apprehensive apologetic glance at Colonel Sapt. The
constable was frowning ferociously. In spite of the serious
matters in hand I could not forbear a smile, while young
Bernenstein broke into an audible laugh, which he tried to
smother with his hand.
"Yes, the king was very tired, Simon?" said the queen, at once
encouraging him and bringing him back to the point with a woman's
skill.
"Yes, madam, the king was very tired; and as we chanced to kill
near the hunting-lodge--"
I do not know whether Simon noticed any change in the manner of
his audience. But the queen looked up with parted lips, and I
believe that we three all drew a step nearer him. Sapt did not
interrupt this time.
"Yes, madam, the king was very tired, and as we chanced to kill
near the hunting-lodge, the king bade us carry our quarry there,
and come back to dress it to-morrow; so we obeyed, and here we
are--that is, except Herbert, my brother, who stayed with the
king by his majesty's orders. Because, madam, Herbert is a handy
fellow, and my good mother taught him to cook a steak and--"
"Stayed where with the king?" roared Sapt.
"Why, at the hunting-lodge, Constable. The king stays there
to-night, and will ride back tomorrow morning with Herbert.
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