“Do no such thing!" returned the king. "If ever she
 returns, do not frighten her; follow her and discover her
 retreat. But where is she? Which way did she go? Lead
 me; if I find her your fortune 15 made."
 
‘Sire,’ said the honest porter, looking at the moon,
 “if the specter is anywhere, it must be up yonder; I saw
 it, as plainly as I see Your Majesty, dissolving in mist.
 But before taking flight it gave me a message for Your
 Majesty."
 
“What? Speak quickly!”
 
“Sire, its words were terrible; I shall never dare repeat
 them to Your Majesty."
 
“Speak, I order you.”
 
“Sire, the specter said, in a sepulchral voice, " Tell the
 king that if he marries again he is a dead man. The loved
 one will return. "
 
"Here," said the prince, whose eyes shone with a strange
 luster, "take this purse. Henceforth I attach you to my
 person; I appoint you my first attendant, counting on your
 devotion and prudence. Let this affair remain a secret
 between us."
 
“That makes two,’ murmured Rachimburg, as he de¬
 parted with a firm tread, like a man who neither suffers
 himself to be cast down by fear or dazzled by good fortune.
 He was a strong-minded man.