“The old fox must have heard,” he mused as he mounted his horse and turned his face toward Tann and the Old Forest.

When Count Zellerndorf of Austria entered the presence of Leopold of Lutha he found that young ruler much disturbed.  He had resumed his restless pacing between desk and window, and as the Austrian entered he scarce paused to receive his salutation.  Count Zellerndorf was a frequent visitor at the palace.  There were few formalities between this astute diplomat and the young king; those had passed gradually away as their acquaintance and friendship ripened.

“Prince Ludwig appeared angry when he passed through the antechamber,” ventured Zellerndorf.  “Evidently your majesty found cause to rebuke him.”

The king nodded and looked narrowly at the Austrian.  “The Prince von der Tann insinuated that Austria’s only wish in connection with Lutha is to seize her,” he said.

Zellerndorf raised his hands in well-simulated horror.

“Your majesty!” he exclaimed.  “It cannot be that the prince has gone to such lengths to turn you against your best friend, my emperor.  If he has I can only attribute it to his own ambitions.  I have hesitated to speak to you of this matter, your majesty, but now that the honor of my own ruler is questioned I must defend him.

“Bear with me then, should what I have to say wound you.  I well know the confidence which the house of Von der Tann has enjoyed for centuries in Lutha; but I must brave your wrath in the interest of right.  I must tell you that it is common gossip in Vienna that Von der Tann aspires to the throne of Lutha either for himself or for his daughter through the American impostor who once sat upon your throne for a few days.  And let me tell you more.

“The American will never again menace you—­he was arrested in Burgova as a spy and executed.  He is dead; but not so are Von der Tann’s ambitions.  When he learns that he no longer may rely upon the strain of the Rubinroth blood that flowed in the veins of the American from his royal mother, the runaway Princess Victoria, there will remain to him only the other alternative of seizing the throne for himself.  He is a very ambitious man, your majesty.  Already he has caused it to become current gossip that he is the real power behind the throne of Lutha—­that your majesty is but a figure-head, the puppet of Von der Tann.”

Zellerndorf paused.  He saw the flush of shame and anger that suffused the king’s face, and then he shot the bolt that he had come to fire, but which he had not dared to hope would find its target so denuded of defense.

“Your majesty,” he whispered, coming quite close to the king, “all Lutha is inclined to believe that you fear Prince von der Tann.  Only a few of us know the truth to be the contrary.  For the sake of your prestige you must take some step to counteract this belief and stamp it out for good and all.  I have planned a way—­hear it.