"I'm sorry you won't live to see it," I observed.
"Has his Majesty done me the honor to fasten a particular quarrel on me?"
"I would you were a few years older, though."
"Oh, God gives years, but the devil gives increase," laughed he. "I can hold my own."
"How is your prisoner?" I asked.
"The k——"
"Your prisoner."
"I forgot your wishes, sire. Well, he is alive."
He rose to his feet; I imitated him. Then, with a smile, he said:
"And the pretty princess? Faith, I'll wager the next Elphberg will be red enough, for all that Black Michael will be called his father."
I sprang a step toward him, clenching my hand. He did not move an inch, and his lip curled in insolent amusement.
"Go, while your skin's whole!" I muttered. He had repaid me with interest my hit about his mother.
Then came the most audacious thing I have known in my life. My friends were some thirty
