“I have a fine country, too,” she said, with pride; “prosperous, and an army not inferior to that of Jugendheit.”

“I was not making comparisons, your Highness.”

“I know that, my friend.  I was simply speaking from the heart.  But I doubt if the prince regent is a better man than our Herbeck.”

“I prefer Herbeck, never having met the prince regent.  But I have some news for your highness.”

“News for me?”

“Yes.  I am about to ask for my recall,” he said, the idea having come into his mind at that precise moment.

“Your recall?”

Had he been looking at her he would have noticed that the color on her fair cheeks had gone a shade lighter.

“Yes.”

“Is not this sudden? it is not very complimentary to Ehrenstein.”

“The happiest days in my life have been spent here.”

“Then why seek to be recalled?”

“I am essentially a man of action, your Highness.  I am growing dull and stupid amid these charming pleasures.  Action; I have always been mixed up in some trouble or other.  Here it is a round of pleasure from day to day.  I long for buffets.  I am wicked enough to wish for war.”

“Cherchez la femme!” she cried.  “There is a woman?”

“Oh, yes!” recklessly.

“Then go to her, my friend, go to her.”  And she waved her crop over his head as in benediction.  “Some day, before you go, I shall ask you all about her.”  Ah, as if she did not know!  But half the charm in life is playing with hidden dangers.

He did not speak, but caught up the reins firmly.  She touched her mare on the flank, and the four began trotting, a pace which they maintained as far as the military field.  Here they paused, for the scene was animated and full of color.  Squadrons of cavalry raced across the field; infantry closed in or deployed; artillery rumbled, wheeled, stopped, unlimbered.  Bang-bang!  The earth shivered and rocked.  Guerdons were flying, bugles were blowing, and sabers were flashing.

“It is beautiful,” she cried, “this mimic war.”

“May your highness never see aught else!” he replied fervently.

“Yes, yes; you have seen it divested of all its pomp.  You have seen it in all its cruelty and horror.”

“I have known even the terror of it.”

“You were afraid?”

“Many times.”

She laughed.  It is only the coward who denies fear.

He would certainly ask for his recall or transfer.  He was eating his heart out here in Dreiberg.

They began the incline.  She did most of the talking, brightly and gaily; but his ears were dull, for the undercurrent passed by him.  He was, for the first time, impressed with the fact that the young ladies of the court never accompanied her on her morning rides.  There were frequent afternoon excursions, when several ladies and gentlemen rode with her highness, but in the mornings, never.