"What did he say when you gave him my message?" asked Beverly.

"Which one, your highness?" asked he, with tantalizing density.

"Why, the suggestion that he should come to Edelweiss for better

treatment," retorted Beverly severely.

"He said he was extremely grateful for your kind offices, but he did not

deem it advisable to come to this city. He requested me to thank you in

his behalf and to tell you that he will never forget what you have done

for him."

"And he refuses to come to Edelweiss?" irritably demanded Beverly.

"Yes, your highness. You see, he still regards himself with disfavor,

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being a fugitive. It is hardly fair to blame him for respecting the

security of the hills."

"I hoped that I might induce him to give up his old life and engage in

something perfectly honest, although, mind you, Baron Dangloss, I do not

question his integrity in the least. He should have a chance to prove

himself worthy, that's all. This morning I petitioned Count Marlanx to

give him a place in the Castle Guard."

"My dear Miss Calhoun, the princess has--" began the captain.

"Her highness has sanctioned the request," interrupted she.

"And the count has promised to discover a vacancy," said Dagmar, with a

smile that the baron understood perfectly well.

"This is the first time on record that old Marlanx has ever done

anything to oblige a soul save himself. It is wonderful, Miss

Calhoun. What spell do you Americans cast over rock and metal that they

become as sand in your fingers?" said the baron, admiration and wonder

in his eyes.

"You dear old flatterer," cried Beverly, so warmly that he caught his

breath.

"I believe that you can conquer even that stubborn fellow in Ganlook,"

he said, fumbling with his glasses. "He is the most obstinate being I

know, and yet in ten minutes you could bring him to terms, I am sure.

He could not resist you."

"He still thinks I am the princess?"

"He does, and swears by you."

"Then, my mind is made up. I'll go to Ganlook and bring him back with

me, willy-nilly. He is too good a man to be lost in the hills. Good-bye,

Baron Dangloss. Thank you ever and ever so much. Oh, yes; will you write

an order delivering him over to me? The hospital people may

be--er--disobliging, you know."

"It shall be in your highness's hands this evening."

The next morning, with Colonel Quinnox and a small escort, Beverly

Calhoun set off in one of the royal coaches for Ganlook, accompanied by

faithful Aunt Fanny. She carried the order from Baron Dangloss and a

letter from Yetive to the Countess Rallowitz, insuring hospitality over

night in the northern town. Lorry and the royal household entered

merrily into her project, and she went away with the godspeeds of

all. The Iron Count himself rode beside her coach to the city gates, an

unheard-of condescension.