“It is very likely,” said Alberdin, “that he has watched my manoeuvres and exercises from the top of the mountain, and has concluded to run away.  I shall give him a reasonable time to show himself, and then, if he does not come forward, I will consider him beaten, and claim the Autocracy.”

“That is a good idea,” said Phedo, “but I think, if you can, you ought to find him and kill him, or drive him out of the country.  That’s what I should do, if I were you.”

“Of course I shall do that, if I can,” said Alberdin; “but I could not be expected to wait for him forever.”

When his intention had been proclaimed, Alberdin was informed of something which he did not know before, and that was that the late Autocrat had left an only daughter, a Princess about twenty years old.  But although she was his daughter, she could not inherit his crown, for the laws of the country forbade that any woman should become Autocrat.  A happy idea now struck Alberdin.

“I will marry the Princess,” he said, “and then every one will think that it is the most suitable thing for me to become Autocrat.”

So Alberdin sent to the Princess to ask permission to speak with her, and was granted an audience.  With much courtesy and politeness he made known his plans to the lady, and hoped that she would consider it advisable to marry him.

“I am sorry to interfere with any of your arrangements,” said the Princess, “but as soon as I heard the terms of my father’s will, I made up my mind to marry the victor in the contest.  As I cannot inherit the throne myself, the next best thing is to be the wife of the man who does.  Go forth, then, and find your antagonist, and when you have conquered him, I will marry you.”

“And if he conquers me, you will marry him?” said Alberdin.

“Yes, sir,” answered the Princess, with a smile, and dismissed him.

It was plain enough that there was nothing for Alberdin to do but to go and look for the heavy infantry man.  Phedo was very anxious to accompany him, and the two, mounted as before, set out from the city on their quest.

When old Salim, the tutor of Phedo, awoke in the morning and found the boy gone, he immediately imagined that the youngster had ran away to his old home; so he set forth with all possible speed, hoping to overtake him.  But when he reached the distant town where Phedo had lived, he found that the boy had not been there; and after taking some needful rest, he retraced his steps, crossed the mountains, and made his way toward the capital city, hoping to find news of him there.  It was necessary for him to be very careful in his inquiries, for he wished no one to find out that the little boy he was looking for was the third cousin of the late Autocrat on the mother’s side.  He therefore disguised himself as a migratory medical man, and determined to use all possible caution.  When he reached the camp of the young horseman, Alberdin, and found that personage gone, his suspicions became excited.