therefore he had declared that nothing should interfere with his
reception of Rischenheim. In vain Sapt told him that a large boar
had been seen in the forest, and that a fine day's sport might be
expected if he would hunt next day. "I shouldn't be back in time
to see Rischenheim," said the king.

"Your Majesty would be back by nightfall," suggested Sapt.

"I should be too tired to talk to him, and I've a great deal to
discuss."

"You could sleep at the hunting-lodge, sire, and ride back to
receive the count next morning."

"I'm anxious to see him as soon as may be." Then he looked up at
Sapt with a sick man's quick suspicion. "Why shouldn't I see
him?" he asked.

"It's a pity to miss the boar, sire," was all Sapt's plea. The
king made light of it.

"Curse the boar!" said he. "I want to know how he gets the dogs'
coats so fine."

As the king spoke a servant entered, carrying a telegram for
Sapt. The colonel took it and put it in his pocket.

"Read it," said the king. He had dined and was about to go to
bed, it being nearly ten o'clock.