CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. THE QUEEN’S GOOD-BY
CHAPTER II. A STATION WITHOUT A CAB
CHAPTER III. AGAIN TO ZENDA
CHAPTER IV. AN EDDY ON THE MOAT
CHAPTER V. AN AUDIENCE OF THE KING
CHAPTER VI. THE TASK OF THE QUEEN’S SERVANTS
CHAPTER VII. THE MESSAGE OF SIMON THE HUNTSMAN
CHAPTER VIII. THE TEMPER OF BORIS THE HOUND
CHAPTER IX. THE KING IN THE HUNTING LODGE
CHAPTER X. THE KING IN STRELSAU
CHAPTER XI. WHAT THE CHANCELLOR’S WIFE SAW
CHAPTER XII. BEFORE THEM ALL!
CHAPTER XIII. A KING UP HIS SLEEVE
CHAPTER XIV. THE NEWS COMES TO STRELSAU
CHAPTER XV. A PASTIME FOR COLONEL SAPT
CHAPTER XVI. A CROWD IN THE KONIGSTRASSE
CHAPTER XVII. YOUNG RUPERT AND THE PLAY-ACTOR
CHAPTER XVIII. THE TRIUMPH OF THE KING
CHAPTER XIX. FOR OUR LOVE AND HER HONOR
CHAPTER XX. THE DECISION OF HEAVEN
CHAPTER XXI. THE COMING OF THE DREAM
A man who has lived in the world, marking how every act, although in itself perhaps light and insignificant, may become the source of consequences that spread far and wide, and flow for years or centuries, could scarcely feel secure in reckoning that with the death of the Duke of Strelsau and the restoration of King Rudolf to liberty and his throne, there would end, for good and all, the troubles born of Black Michael’s daring conspiracy. The stakes had been high, the struggle keen; the edge of passion had been sharpened, and the seeds of enmity sown. Yet Michael, having struck for the crown, had paid for the blow with his life: should there not then be an end? Michael was dead, the Princess her cousin’s wife, the story in safe keeping, and Mr. Rassendyll’s face seen no more in Ruritania. Should there not then be an end? So said I to my friend the Constable of Zenda, as we talked by the bedside of Marshal Strakencz. The old man, already nearing the death that soon after robbed us of his aid and counsel, bowed his head in assent: in the aged and ailing the love of