"Halt!" The voice of an officer rang out in the heavy twilight, and with a sudden scream of brakes and jangle of harness the cavalcade came to a stand.
"Tell the Herr von Gastein his Majesty desires to speak with him." The name ran up the long line, quick and sharp, like a rattle of musketry, and passed out of hearing of him who had uttered it. "Tell the Herr Captain to come at once."
The Herr Captain was already, on the word, spurring back from the head of the cortege, which was of royal extent. It stood upon a flat road in a flat country, covering more ground than and including almost as many human souls as a modern mail-train.