“I’m feeling very glad inside.”
They rode together, around and around the long oval, with its whitewashed railing, its attendant grooms, its watchful eyes overhead. Between Nikky and Hedwig Prince Ferdinand William Otto laughed and chattered, and Hedwig talked a great deal about nothing, with bright spots of red burning in her face.
Nikky was very silent. He rode with his eyes set ahead; and had to be spoken to twice before he heard.
“You are not having a very good time, are you?” Prince Ferdinand William Otto inquired anxiously. To tell the truth, he had been worried about Nikky for some days. Nikky had been his one gleam of cheerfulness in a Palace where all was bustle and excitement and every one seemed uneasy. But Nikky’s cheerfulness had been forced lately. His smile never reached his eyes. “I haven’t done anything, have I?” he persisted.
“Bless you, no!” said Nikky heartily. “I—well, I didn’t sleep well last night. That’s all.”
He met Hedwig’s glance squarely over the head of the Crown Prince.
“Nor did I,” Hedwig said.
Later, when the boy was jumping, they had a moment together. The Crown Prince was very absorbed. He was just a little nervous about jumping. First he examined his stirrups and thrust his feet well into them. Then he jammed his cap down on his head and settled himself, in the saddle, his small knees gripping hard.
“It’s higher than usual, isn’t it?” he inquired, squinting at the hurdle.
The riding-master examined it. “It is an inch lower than yesterday, Your Royal Highness.”