The Adventure of Princess Sylvia

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Williamson Alice Muriel. The Adventure of Princess Sylvia

CHAPTER I. THE ADVENTURE BEGINS

CHAPTER II. THE INADVERTENCE OF FRAU JOHANN

CHAPTER III. THE YOUNG MAN WITH THE BARE KNEES

CHAPTER IV. MAX VERSUS MAXIMILIAN

CHAPTER V. NOT DOWN IN THE PROGRAMME

CHAPTER VI. THE HONOURS OF THE DAY

CHAPTER VII. TEN MINUTES' GRACE

CHAPTER VIII. THE BEAR IN HIS DEN

CHAPTER IX. A WHITE NIGHT

CHAPTER X "THE EMPEROR WILL UNDERSTAND"

CHAPTER XI. THE LAST OF THE MAGIC CITRONS

CHAPTER XII. BETWEEN MAN AND MAN

CHAPTER XIII. NEWS BY TELEPHONE

CHAPTER XIV. THE CHANCELLOR'S LUCK

CHAPTER XV. THE OLDNESS OF THE CHANCELLOR

CHAPTER XVI. THE OPENING OF A DOOR

CHAPTER XVII. THE THIRD COURSE

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TWILIGHT fell late in the tiny Rhaetian village of Heiligengelt. So high on the mountain-side were set the few brown chalets, the simple inn, and the church with its Oriental spire, that they caught the last red rays of sunlight, to hold them flashing on burnished copper tiles and small bright window-panes long after the valley below slept in the shadows of night.

One September evening two carriages toiled up the steep winding road that led to the highest hamlet of the Rhaetian Alps, and a girl walking by the side of the foremost driver (minded, as he was, to save the tired horses) looked up to see Heiligengelt glittering like a necklet of jewels on the brown throat of the mountain. Each window was a separate ruby set in gold; the copper bulb that topped the church steeple was a burning carbuncle; while above the flashing band of gems towered the rocky face of the mountain, its steadfast features carved in stone, its brow capped with snow that caught the glow of sunset, or lay in blue-white seams along the wrinkles of its forehead.

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"Then you are all very clever. But, tell me, has the Emperor ever been your guest? I have read – let me see, could it have been in a guide- book, or perhaps in some society paper? – that he comes occasionally to the mountains here."

"Oh yes; the Kaiser has been at this hut – once, twice, perhaps." Her host laid a loaf of black bread, a cut cheese, and a knuckle of ham on the table. He then glanced at his guest, expecting her to come forward; but she sat still on her throne of antlers, her little feet in their strong mountain boots, daintily crossed under the short tweed skirt.

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