The emperor rose:
"Then you're mad, I tell you. Othomar, realize that you're mad and return to your senses; don't become quite insane."
"Why do you call me insane, papa? Can't you agree with me that Berengar would be better than I?"
His father's cruel glances stabbed Othomar through and through:
"No, you're not insane in that; you're right there...."
"And why, then, am I insane because I wish, for that reason, to abdicate in his favour?"
"Because it's impossible, Othomar."
"What law prevents me?"
"My will, Othomar."
The prince drew himself up proudly: