That,
madam, is the king's message."
We had come to it at last, and it was something to come to. Simon
gazed from face to face. I saw him, and I understood at once that
our feelings must be speaking too plainly. So I took on myself to
dismiss him, saying:
"Thanks, Simon, thanks: we understand."
He bowed to the queen; she roused herself, and added her thanks
to mine. Simon withdrew, looking still a little puzzled.
After we were left alone, there was a moment's silence. Then I
said:
"Suppose Rupert--"
The Constable of Zenda broke in with a short laugh.
"On my life," said he, "how things fall out! We say he will go to
the hunting-lodge, and--he goes!"
"If Rupert goes--if Rischenheim doesn't stop him!" I urged again.
The queen rose from her seat and stretched out her hands towards
us.
"Gentlemen, my letter!" said she.
Sapt wasted no time.
"Bernenstein," said he, "you stay here as we arranged. Nothing is
altered. Horses for Fritz and myself in five minutes."
Bernenstein turned and shot like an arrow along the terrace
towards the stables.
"Nothing is altered, madam," said Sapt, "except that we must be
there before Count Rupert."
I looked at my watch.
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