"We are five thousand feet above sea level," put in Trafford, "and at least two thousand above the level of perpetual convention. What was a wise precaution at Weidenbruck becomes sheer timidity at Wallen. But if you still think my presence is infectious to the Queen's honour, I will withdraw. The question I came to ask has been answered, and answered well."
Bernhardt turned a pair of piercing eyes on the intrepid American. Trafford met the look without flinching.
"You are a very strange person, Herr Trafford," said the ex-priest slowly; "you are not afraid of me. I believe you and Saunders are the only two men in Grimland who are capable of standing up to me in my wrath. But tell me before you go, what was this question you put and what was its answer."
"I asked her Majesty if she wished to continue this expedition against Karl, and she answered, 'No.'"
"She answered 'No!'" Bernhardt gasped.
"If you do not believe me, ask her yourself."
Again Bernhardt turned to the young Queen.
"Is it true?" he demanded.
Gloria passed her hand across her forehead, as if she was just recovering from a condition of unconsciousness. When she spoke it was in jerky, consequent sentences.
"Karl is a brave man; he is not a bad man. It is cruel to harry people—loyal, brave people. He is the lawful sovereign of Grimland. I don't wish to cause suffering. I——"