“By a gun-shot, sire.”
The eyes of Gustavus grew bright. “Ah, in a battle!” said he; “the death of a soldier! Thanks, M. de Cagliostro, a thousand times thanks; oh, I foresee battles, and Gustavus Adolphus and Charles XII. have shown me how a King of Sweden should die.”
Cagliostro drooped his head, without replying.
“Oh!” cried Count Haga, “will not my wound then be given in battle?”
“No, sire.”
“In a sedition?—yes, that is possible.”
“No, not in a sedition, sire.”
“But, where then?”
“At a ball, sire.”
The king remained silent, and Cagliostro buried his head in his hands.