The air was sweet, and the breeze struck with grateful coolness on my face.

I saw that Sapt had come near and stood on the other side of the queen.

My wife and the others were behind, looking out where our shoulders left space.
There, in the bright moonlight, on the far side of the broad terrace, close by the line of tall trees that fringed its edge, we saw Rudolf Rassendyll pacing slowly up and down, with his hands behind his back and his eyes fixed on the arbiter of his fate, on her who was to make him a king or send him a fugitive from Strelsau.
"There he is, madam," said Sapt.

"Safe enough!" The queen did not answer.

Sapt said no more, and of the rest of us none spoke.