Woolgast, with two troopers, remained behind. He looked at me inquiringly.
"Your Majesty can ride?"
"Of course; I am all right now, if you will give me my horse."
The animal had strayed a little down the road. The trooper went to bring him back, and it was at that moment that Woolgast noticed blood upon his glove.
"My God!"
"It is not mine," I said, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"What were you doing along this road, General?"
"It was reported that Goltz had been seen at Ampletch last evening--he had been spying at Zarlon--I thought that I might obtain news of him."
"Goltz is dead, I shot him half an hour ago."
He gave a great cry of astonishment, and would have asked me when, how, and where, had not the etiquette of Court prevented him. So I told him as rapidly as possible what had occurred.