"I must be found out," I urged.

"Perhaps; but every hour's something. Above all, we must have a King in
Strelsau, or the city will be Michael's in four-and-twenty hours, and
what would the King's life be worth then--or his throne? Lad, you must
do it!"

"Suppose they kill the King?"

"They'll kill him, if you don't."

"Sapt, suppose they have killed the King?"

"Then, by heaven, you're as good an Elphberg as Black Michael, and you
shall reign in Ruritania! But I don't believe they have; nor will they
kill him if you're on the throne. Will they kill him, to put you in?"

It was a wild plan--wilder even and more hopeless than the trick we
had already carried through; but as I listened to Sapt I saw the strong
points in our game. And then I was a young man and I loved action, and I
was offered such a hand in such a game as perhaps never man played yet.

"I shall be found out," I said.

"Perhaps," said Sapt. "Come! to Strelsau! We shall be caught like rats
in a trap if we stay here."

"Sapt," I cried, "I'll try it!"