Rassendyll's servant, by me.
"I have sent for doctors, my lord," he said. "Come, let us carry
him in."
He, Sapt and I lifted Rudolf and bore him across the gravel
terrace and into the little saloon. We passed the queen. She was
leaning on Rischenheim's arm, and held my wife's hand. We laid
Rudolf down on a couch. Outside I heard Bernenstein say, "Pick up
that fellow and carry him somewhere out of sight." Then he also
came in, followed by a crowd. He sent them all to the door, and
we were left alone, waiting for the surgeon. The queen came up,
Rischenheim still supporting her. "Rudolf! Rudolf!" she
whispered, very softly.
He opened his eyes, and his lips bent in a smile. She flung
herself on her knees and kissed his hand passionately. "The
surgeon will be here directly," said I.
Rudolf's eyes had been on the queen. As I spoke he looked up at
me, smiled again, and shook his head. I turned away.
When the surgeon came Sapt and I assisted him in his examination.
The queen had been led away, and we were alone. The examination
was very short. Then we carried Rudolf to a bed; the nearest
chanced to be in Bernenstein's room; there we laid him, and there
all that could be done for him was done.
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