"Turn about is fair play, sir. It is a well-established fact that you

will give them no news. Yes, all is well with me and mine. Were

you beginning to think that I had deserted you? It has been two weeks,

hasn't it?"

"Ah, your highness, I realize that you have had much more important

things to do than to think of poor Baldos, I am exceedingly grateful for

this sign of interest in my welfare. Your visit is the brightest

experience of my life."

"Be seated!" she cried suddenly. "You are too ill to stand."

"Were I dying I should refuse to be seated while your highness stands,"

said he simply. His shoulders seemed to square themselves involuntarily

and his left hand twitched as though accustomed to the habit of touching

a sword-hilt. Beverly sat down instantly; with his usual easy grace, he

took a chair near by. They were alone in the ante-chamber.

"Even though you were on your last legs?" she murmured, and then

wondered how she could have uttered anything so inane. Somehow, she was

beginning to fear that he was not the ordinary person she had judged him

to be. "You are to be discharged from the hospital to-morrow," she added

hastily.

"To-morrow?" he cried, his eyes lighting with joy. "I may go then?"

"I have decided to take you to Edelweiss with me," she said, very much

as if that were all there was to it. He stared at her for a full minute

as though doubting his ears.

"No!" he said, at last, his jaws settling, his eyes glistening. It was a

terrible setback for Beverly's confidence. "Your highness forgets that I

have your promise of absolute freedom."

"But you are to be free," she protested. "You have nothing to fear. It

is not compulsory, you know. You don't have to go unless you really want

to. But my heart is set on having you in--in the castle guard." His

bitter, mocking laugh surprised and wounded her, which he was quick to

see, for his contrition was immediate.

"Pardon, your highness. I am a rude, ungrateful wretch, and I deserve

punishment instead of reward. The proposal was so astounding that I

forgot myself completely," he said.

Whereupon, catching him in this contrite mood, she began a determined

assault against his resolution. For an hour she devoted her whole heart

and soul to the task of overcoming his prejudices, fears and objections,

meeting his protestations firmly and logically, unconscious of the fact

that her very enthusiasm was betraying her to him. The first signs of

weakening inspired her afresh and at last she was riding over him

rough-shod, a happy victor. She made promises that Yetive herself could

not have made; she offered inducements that never could be carried out,

although in her zeal she did not know it to be so; she painted such

pictures of ease, comfort and pleasure that he wondered why royalty did

not exchange places with its servants. In the end, overcome by the

spirit of adventure and a desire to be near her, he agreed to enter the

service for six months, at the expiration of which time he was to be

released from all obligations if he so desired.




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