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she declared; “Lotzen deserved no gentlemanly consideration; he would have shown none to you; and besides, it was your duty to your King and your House to uphold the Laws of the Dalbergs and to prevent any attempt to violate them.”

      “I am very much afraid that lately, between Lotzen and myself, the Laws of the Dalbergs have been sadly slighted.”

      His bantering jarred upon her. “To me, Armand,” she answered gravely, “our Laws are holy. For almost a thousand years they have been our unchallenged rule of governance. I can understand why, to you, they have no sacredness and no sentiment; but Lotzen has been born and bred under them, and should honor them with his life – and more especially as they alone made him the Heir Presumptive. But for the decree of the first Dalberg King, four hundred years ago, I would be the Queen-Regent of Valeria.”

      “It’s a pity, a crying pity!” he exclaimed.

      She looked down at him with shining eyes. “No, dear, it isn’t; once I thought it was; but now I’m quite content to be Queen-consort.”

      He took both her hands and held them between his own. “That, dear, is what makes it possible, and worth the struggle; and if Valeria does accept me as its King, it will be solely for love of you, and to get you for its Queen.”

      A smile of satisfaction crossed her face. “I hope the people do love me,” she said. “I would like to feel I may have helped you, even a little.”

      “A little! but for you, my princess, I’d go back to America and leave the way clear for Lotzen.”

      She laughed softly. “No, no, Armand, you would do nothing of the sort. A Dalberg never ran from duty – and least of all the Dalberg whom God has made in the image of the greatest of them all.”

      He glanced in the tall mirror across the room. He was wearing the dress uniform of the Red Huzzars (who had been inspected immediately before the Foot Guards; and he, as titular Colonel, had led them in the march by), and there was no denying he made a handsome figure, in the brilliant tunic and black, fur-bound dohlman, his Orders sparkling, his sword across his knees.

      She put her head close beside his and smiled at him in the mirror.

      “Henry the Great was not at all bad looking,” she said.

      He smiled back at her. “But with a beastly bad temper, at times, I’m told.”

      “I’m not afraid – I mean his wife wasn’t afraid; tradition is, she managed him very skilfully.”

      “Doubtless,” he agreed; “any clever woman can manage a man if she take the trouble to try.”

      “And shall I try, Armand?”

      “Try!” he chuckled; “you couldn’t help trying; man taming is your natural avocation. By all means, manage me – only, don’t let me know it.”

      “I’ll not,” she laughed – “the King never – ” and she straightened sharply. “I forgot, dear, I forgot!” And she got up suddenly, and went over to the window. Nor did he follow her; but waited silently, knowing well it was no time for him even to intrude.

      After a while she came slowly back to him, a wistfully sad look in her eyes. And as he met her she gave him both her hands.

      “I shall never be anything but a thoughtless child, Armand,” she said, with a wan, little smile. “So be kind to me, dear – and don’t forget.”

      He drew her arms about his neck. “Let us always be children to each other,” he answered, “forgetting, when together, everything but the joy of living, the pleasures of to-day, the anticipations of to-morrow.”

      She shook her head. “A woman is always a child in love,” she said; “it’s the man who grows into maturity, and sobers with age.”

      He knew quite well she was right, and for the moment he had no words to answer; and she understood and helped him.

      “But this is no time for either of us to be children,” she went on; “there is work to do and plans to be arranged.” She drew a chair close to the table and, resting both arms upon it, looked up at the Archduke expectantly. “What is first?”

      He hesitated.

      “Come, dear,” she said; “Frederick was my father and my dearest friend, but there remains for him now only the last sad offices the living do the dead; we will do them; but we will also do what he has decreed. We will seat you in his place, and confound Lotzen and his satellites.”

      He took her hand and gravely raised it to his lips.

      “You are a rare woman, Dehra,” he said, “a rare woman. No man can reach your level, nor understand the beauty of your faith, the meaning of your love. Yet, at least, will I try to do you honor and to give you truth.”

      She drew him down and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

      “You do not know the Dalberg women, dear,” she said – “to them the King is next to God – and the line that separates is very narrow.”

      “But I’m not yet the King,” he protested.

      “You’ve been king, in fact, since the moment – Frederick died. With us, the tenet still obtains in all its ancient strength; the throne is never vacant.”

      “So it’s Lotzen or I, and to-morrow the Book will decide.”

      “Yes,” she agreed; “to-morrow the Book will decide for the Nation; but we know it will be you.”

      “Not exactly,” he smiled; “we think we know; we can’t be sure until we see the decree.”

      “I have no doubt,” she averred, “my father’s words can bear but one construction.”

      “It would seem so – yet I’ve long learned that, in this life, it’s the certain things that usually are lost.”

      She sprang up. “Why not settle it at once – let us send for the Book; of course it is at the Palace – it was there last night.”

      He shook his head decisively. “No, dear, no; believe me it is not wise now for either of us to touch the Book. It were best that it be opened only by the Prime Minister in presence of the Royal Council. We must give Lotzen no reason to cry forgery.”

      She shrugged her shoulders. “Small good would it do him, as against Frederick’s writing and my testimony. However, we can wait – the Council meets in the morning, I assume?”

      “Yes; at ten o’clock, at the Palace.”

      She looked up quickly. “The key?” she asked; “it was always on his watch chain – have you got it?”

      “No,” said he; “I never thought of it.”

      She rang the bell and sent for the Chamberlain.

      “Bring me King Frederick’s watch, and the Orders he was wearing,” she said. When they came she handed the Orders to Armand.

      “They are yours now, dear,” she said. She took the watch and held up the chain, from the end of which hung the small, antique key of the brass bound box, in which the Book of Laws had been kept for centuries that now reached back to tradition. She contemplated, for a moment, the swaying bit of gold and bronze, then loosed it from the ring.

      “This also is yours, Sire,” she said, and proffered it to him.

      But he declined. “To-morrow,” he said.

      “And in the meantime?”

      “If Count Epping is still in the Castle, we will let him hold it.”

      The Princess nodded in approval. “Doubtless that is wiser,” she said, “though quite unprecedented; none but the King ever holds that key, save when he rides to war.”

      “We are dealing with a situation that has no precedents,” he smiled; “we must make some.”

      As he went toward the bell, a servant entered with a card.

      “Admit him,” he said… “It is Epping,”

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