Sapt knew and trusted him, for he had been with us all through the siege of Zenda, when Michael kept the king a prisoner, and he bore marks given him by Rupert of Hentzau's ruffians.

He now held a commission as lieutenant in the cuirassiers of the King's Guard.
He noticed Sapt's bearing, for he cried out in a low voice, "Anything wrong, sir ?" "Bernenstein, my boy, the castle's all right about here.

Go round to the front, and, hang you, stay there," said Sapt.
The officer stared, as well he might.

Sapt caught him by the arm.
"No, stay here.

See, stand by the door there that leads to the royal apartments.