“And they were unable to disarm him, or take him without firing and raising the garrison?”
The Governor did not reply.
“Who was the idiot who fired the first shot?”
“The Lieutenant-Colonel of the regiment of Bayreuth.”
The Prince looked hard at the Governor, who almost shrank before the fierce gaze.
“Where is he?”
“Dead, your Highness. He fell fighting.”
“The fate was too good for him.”
The Prince made a gesture of dismissal. The Governor bowed, and was on the point of withdrawing.