The
assassin fired again, but now he missed. We saw the great sword
flash high above Bernenstein's head and heard it whistle through
the air. It crashed on the crown of Bauer's head, and he fell
like a log to the ground with his skull split. The queen's hold
on me relaxed; she sank into Rischenheim's arms. I ran forward
and knelt by Mr. Rassendyll. He still held Sapt's hands, and by
their help buoyed himself up. But when he saw me he let go of
them and sank back against me, his head resting on my chest. He
moved his lips, but seemed unable to speak. He was shot through
the back. Bauer had avenged the master whom he loved, and was
gone to meet him.
There was a sudden stir from inside the palace. Shutters were
flung back and windows thrown open. The group we made stood
clean-cut, plainly visible in the moonlight. A moment later there
was a rush of eager feet, and we were surrounded by officers and
servants. Bernenstein stood by me now, leaning on his sword; Sapt
had not uttered a word; his face was distorted with horror and
bitterness. Rudolf's eyes were closed and his head lay back
against me.
"A man has shot the king," said I, in bald, stupid explanation.
All at once I found James, Mr.
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