"Then give me the horse!" I cried, staggering to my feet and throwing his arms off me. And the strength of my rage carried me so far as where the horse stood, and then I fell prone beside it. And Fritz knelt by me again.
"Fritz!" I said.
"Aye, friend—dear friend"" said he, tender as a woman.
"Is the king alive?"
He took his handkerchief and wiped my lips, and bent and kissed me on the forehead.
"Thanks to the most gallant gentleman that lives," said he softly, "the king is alive!"
The little farm-girl stood by us, weeping for fright and wide-eyed wonder; for she had seen me at Zenda; and was not I, pallid, dripping, foul, and bloody as I was—yet was not I the king?
And when I heard that the king was alive I strove to cry "Hurrah!" But I could not speak and I laid my head back in Fritz's arms and closed my eyes, and I groaned; and then, lest Fritz should do me wrong in his thoughts, I opened my eyes and
