suddenly loosed hold of him, for his eyes were starting out of his head. I took out a couple of gold pieces and gave them to him.
"It's urgent, you fool," said I. "Hold your tongue about it." And without waiting to study his amazed red face I turned and ran towards the stables. In five minutes I was on a fresh horse; in six I was clear of the Castle, heading back fast as I could for the hunting-lodge. Even now Hermann remembers the grip I gave him—though doubtless he has long spent the pieces of gold.
When I reached the end of this second journey, I came in for the obsequies of Boris. James was just patting the ground under the tree with a mattock when I rode up; Sapt was standing by, smoking his pipe. The boots of both were stained and sticky with mud. I flung myself from my saddle and blurted out my news. The Constable snatched at his letter with an oath; James levelled the ground with careful accuracy; I do not remember doing anything except wiping my forehead and feeling very hungry.
"Good Lord, she's gone after him!" said Sapt, as he read. Then he handed me the letter.
I will not set out what the Queen wrote. The purport seemed to us, who did not share her feelings, pathetic indeed and moving, but in the end (to speak plainly) folly. She had tried to endure her sojourn
