SOPHY OF KRAVONIA
cising their horses. In the Castle there were left only Marie Zerkovitch and the servants. The Prince did not anticipate that any message would come from the Palace before noon at the earliest.
Morning avocations pursued their usual peaceful and simple course at the Castle; old Vassip, his wife, and the maids did their cleaning; Peter Vassip saw to his master's clothes, and then, to save his father labor, began to sluice the wooden causeway; the stablemen groomed their horses they had been warned that the Prince might want another mount later in the day. Marie Zerkovitch lay in her bed, sleeping soundly after a restless night. There seemed no hint of trouble in the air. It must be confessed that up to now it looked as though Praslok would be caught napping.
It was Peter Vassip, busy on the causeway, who first saw Zerkovitch. He rested and leaned on his mop to watch the head which rose over the hill, the body that followed, the farm -horse lumbering along in a slow, clumsy, unwilling gallop. The man was using stick and spur he was riding mercilessly. Peter ran down to the road and waited. A groom came across from the stables and joined him.
"He's got no call to treat the horse like that, whoever he is," the groom observed.
"Not unless he's on urgent business," said Peter, twirling the water from his mop.
Zerkovitch was up to them; he leaped from his horse. "I must see the Prince," he cried, "and immediately!"
"The Prince is at Volseni, sir; he rode over to see Captain Lukovitch."
"When will he be back?"
"We don't expect him till twelve o'clock."
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