The Czar suddenly laughed aloud and turning to Lord Hastings slapped him heartily on the back.
“Ha, my lord,” he said. “Your young friend here feared that I would venture into the lion’s den without weapons. He has come to warn me.”
“I have done the best I can, your Majesty,” said Frank, with offended dignity.
The Czar was quick to notice the change in the lad’s tone and he at once felt the reason.
“Come, my lad, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he exclaimed. “It is just my way, as Lord Hastings here, who knows me well, will tell you. I am deeply your debtor, and your friend’s. By the way, where is he?”
“Still in the count’s home, your Majesty. We figured it would be unwise for both of us to leave.”
“I see,” said the Czar. “Long heads, as you Britishers would say, Lord Hastings. But come, our train is waiting. We shall continue our journey into the lair of my dear friend Count Blowinski.”
The Czar laid a hand on Frank’s shoulder and guided him toward the royal carriage. At the door, he turned to the only officer who accompanied him besides Lord Hastings.
“General Rushtriki,” he said, “this young British officer and myself have important matters to discuss. He will take your place in my carriage.”
“But, your Majesty,” protested the astonished officer, “I—there——”