“I am bruised, but that is all,” replied Rudolph; “but let him come.”
Solomon approached.
“Whence come you?” said Rudolph.
“From the ancient and honored city of Cordova,” replied Solomon, assuming an air of courtly dignity, “that has supplied physicians to all the royal houses in Europe for centuries. But while I would not presume to obtrude myself on your highness, time is of supreme importance, and as imperial duties require health and activity, and especially those of the present time, the promptitude that distinguishes your highness may wisely be exhibited on this occasion.”
Rudolph smiled. His armor was removed. A few slight lesions were discovered and trifling bruises; his battered armor pressed the flesh and produced discolorations in several places; but no serious injury was revealed. Solomon’s proceedings disclosed the mastery of his art, at once delicate and thorough; and Rudolph very speedily perceived that he was in the hands of a man who perfectly understood his business. Solomon enjoined positive rest for the present, promising that by next day all stiffness would disappear under his care.
“I must remain here at least until to-morrow,” said Rudolph. “I am not yet certain of Otakar’s death, although I know he has fallen. We must search for his body, dead or alive, as it is most important that the truth be not only, known but fully exhibited to the world. In the meantime you and
