`Ay, if he would!' cried she, `and stay there!'

`And stay there,' echoed the Baron. It was so significantly said, that her face changed; and the schemer, fearful of the sinister ambiguity of his expressions, hastened to explain. `This time he shall go hunting in a carriage, with a good escort of our foreign lancers. His destination shall be the Felsenburg; it is healthy, the rock is high, the windows are small and barred; it might have been built on purpose. We shall intrust the captaincy to the Scotsman Gordon; he at least will have no scruple. Who will miss the sovereign? He is gone hunting; he came home on Tuesday, on Thursday he returned; all is usual in that. Meanwhile the war proceeds; our Prince will soon weary of his solitude; and about the time of our triumph, or, if he prove very obstinate, a little later, he shall be released upon a proper understanding, and I see him once more directing his theatricals.'

Seraphina sat gloomy, plunged in thought. `Yes,' she said suddenly, `and the despatch? He is now writing it.'

`It cannot pass the council before Friday,' replied Gondremark; `and as for any private note, the messengers are all at my disposal. They are picked men, madam. I am a person of precaution.'

`It would appear so,' she said, with a flash of her occasional repugnance to the man; and then after a pause, `Herr von Gondremark,' she added, `I recoil from this extremity.'

`I share your Highness's repugnance,' answered he. `But what would you have? We are defenceless, else.'

`I see it, but this is sudden. It is a public crime,' she said, nodding at him with a sort of horror.

`Look but a little deeper,' he returned, `and whose is the crime?'

`His!' she cried. `His, before God! And I hold him liable. But still -- `

`It is not as if he would be harmed,' submitted Gondremark.

`I know it,' she replied, but it was still unheartily.

And then, as brave men are entitled, by prescriptive right as old as the world's history, to the alliance and the active help of Fortune, the punctual goddess stepped down from the machine. One of the Princess's ladies begged to enter; a man, it appeared, had brought a line for the Freiherr von Gondremark. It proved to be a pencil billet, which the crafty Greisengesang had found the means to scribble and despatch under the very guns of Otto; and the daring of the act bore testimony to the terror of the actor. For Greisengesang had but one influential motive: fear. The note ran thus: `At the first council, procuration to be withdrawn. -- CORN. GREIS.'

So, after three years of exercise, the right of signature was to be stript from Seraphina. It was more than an insult; it was a public disgrace; and she did not pause to consider how she had earned it, but morally bounded under the attack as bounds the wounded tiger.

`Enough,' she said; `I will sign the order. When shall he leave?'

`It will take me twelve hours to collect my men, and it had best be done at night. To-morrow midnight, if you please?' answered the Baron.

`Excellent,' she said. `My door is always open to you, Baron. As soon as the order is prepared, bring it me to sign.'

`Madam,' he said, `alone of all of us you do not risk your head in this adventure. For that reason, and to prevent all hesitation, I venture to propose the order should be in your hand throughout.'