JOYFUL OF HEART
Markart, did we?" she cried. "We thought he was sleeping off the fright you'd given him!"
"Your Royal Highness gives me leave—?" stammered Markart, his eye on his horse.
"Certainly, Captain. But don't be vexed, there will be no invidious comparisons. Zerkovitch doesn't propose to report himself to General Stenovics immediately on his arrival."
Good-natured Markart joined in the laugh at his own expense. "I'm hardly awake yet; he must be made of iron, that Zerkovitch!"
"Quicksilver!" smiled the Prince. As Markart mounted, he added: "Au revoir!"
Markart left the two standing side by side the Prince's serious face lit up with a rare smile, Sophy's beauty radiant in merriment. His own face fell as he rode away. "I half wish I was in the other camp," he grumbled. But Stenovics 's power held him—and the fear of Stafnitz. He went back to a work in which his heart no longer was; for his heart had felt Sophy's spell.
"You can have had next to no sleep all night, Monseigneur," said Sophy in reproach mingled with commiseration.
"I don't need it; the sight of your face refreshes me. We must talk. Zerkovitch brought news."
In low, grave tones he told her the tidings, and the steps which he and Zerkovitch had taken.
"I understand my father's reasons for keeping me in the dark; he meant it well, but he was blinded by this idea about my marriage. But I see, too, how it fitted in with Stenovics 's ideas. I think it's war between us now and—I'm ready."
Sophy was almost dazed. The King's life was not to be relied on for a week—for a day no, not
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