The Mad King eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 276 pages of information about The Mad King.

“Why do you smile?” asked the girl.

“At our dilemma,” evaded Barney.  “Have you paused to consider our situation?”

The girl smiled, too.

“It is most unconventional,” she said.  “On foot and alone in the mountains, far from home, and we do not even know each other’s name.”

“Pardon me,” cried Barney, bowing low.  “Permit me to introduce myself.  I am,” and then to the spirits of Romance and Adventure was added a third, the spirit of Deviltry, “I am the mad king of Lutha.”

II

OVER THE PRECIPICE

The effect of his words upon the girl were quite different from what he had expected.  An American girl would have laughed, knowing that he but joked.  This girl did not laugh.  Instead her face went white, and she clutched her bosom with her two hands.  Her brown eyes peered searchingly into the face of the man.

“Leopold!” she cried in a suppressed voice.  “Oh, your majesty, thank God that you are free—­and sane!”

Before he could prevent it the girl had seized his hand and pressed it to her lips.

Here was a pretty muddle!  Barney Custer swore at himself inwardly for a boorish fool.  What in the world had ever prompted him to speak those ridiculous words!  And now how was he to unsay them without mortifying this beautiful girl who had just kissed his hand?

She would never forgive that—­he was sure of it.

There was but one thing to do, however, and that was to make a clean breast of it.  Somehow, he managed to stumble through his explanation of what had prompted him, and when he had finished he saw that the girl was smiling indulgently at him.

“It shall be Mr. Bernard Custer if you wish it so,” she said; “but your majesty need fear nothing from Emma von der Tann.  Your secret is as safe with me as with yourself, as the name of Von der Tann must assure you.”

She looked to see the expression of relief and pleasure that her father’s name should have brought to the face of Leopold of Lutha, but when he gave no indication that he had ever before heard the name she sighed and looked puzzled.

“Perhaps,” she thought, “he doubts me.  Or can it be possible that, after all, his poor mind is gone?”

“I wish,” said Barney in a tone of entreaty, “that you would forgive and forget my foolish words, and then let me accompany you to the end of your journey.”

“Whither were you bound when I became the means of wrecking your motor car?” asked the girl.

“To the Old Forest,” replied Barney.

Now she was positive that she was indeed with the mad king of Lutha, but she had no fear of him, for since childhood she had heard her father scout the idea that Leopold was mad.  For what other purpose would he hasten toward the Old Forest than to take refuge in her father’s castle upon the banks of the Tann at the forest’s verge?

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