"No, Your Majesty," answered the Prince. "The gentleman to whom you refer has departed the scene." The Prince caught the fire in my eye, and laughed softly.
"Ah," said the King, carelessly. "It is a strange story. Proceed," with a nod to the Chancellor.
"What is your name?" the Chancellor asked, directing his glance at the innkeeper.
The innkeeper gazed at the King for a space. The Prince was watching him with a mocking smile.
"Hermann Breunner, Your Excellency."
The King stood still. He had forgotten the man, but not the name.
"Hermann Breunner," he mused.
"Yes, Your Majesty," said the innkeeper.
"The keeper of the feudal inn," supplemented the Prince.
The glance the innkeeper shot him was swift. The Prince suddenly busied himself with the papers.