`As far as the cross-road to Tannenbrunn,' the man replied. `Will you bear company?'
`With pleasure. I have even waited for you on the chance,' answered Otto.
By this time they were close alongside; and the man, with the countryfolk instinct, turned his cloudy vision first of all on his companion's mount. `The devil!' he cried. `You ride a bonny mare, friend!' And then, his curiosity being satisfied about the essential, he turned his attention to that merely secondary matter, his companion's face. He started. `The Prince!' he cried, saluting, with another yaw that came near dismounting him. `I beg your pardon, your Highness, not to have recognised you at once.'
The Prince was vexed out of his self-possession. `Since you know me,' he said, `it is unnecessary we should ride together. I will precede you, if you please.' And he was about to set spur to the grey mare, when the half-drunken fellow, reaching over, laid his hand upon the rein.
`Hark you,' he said, `prince or no prince, that is not how one man should conduct himself with another. What! You'll ride with me incog. and set me talking! But if I know you, you'll preshede me, if you please!
Spy!' And the fellow, crimson with drink and injured vanity, almost spat the word into the Prince's face.
A horrid confusion came over Otto. He perceived that he had acted rudely, grossly presuming on his station. And perhaps a little shiver of physical alarm mingled with his remorse, for the fellow was very powerful and not more than half in the possession of his senses. `Take your hand from my rein,' he said, with a sufficient assumption of command; and when the man, rather to his wonder, had obeyed: `You should understand, sir,' he added, `that while I might be glad to ride with you as one person of sagacity with another, and so receive your true opinions, it would amuse me very little to hear the empty compliments you would address to me as Prince.'
`You think I would lie, do you?' cried the man with the bottle, purpling deeper.
`I know you would,' returned Otto, entering entirely into his self- possession. `You would not even show me the medal you wear about your neck.' For he had caught a glimpse of a green ribbon at the fellow's throat.
The change was instantaneous: the red face became mottled with yellow: a thick-fingered, tottering hand made a clutch at the tell- tale ribbon. `Medal!' the man cried, wonderfully sobered. `I have no medal.'
`Pardon me,' said the Prince. `I will even tell you what that medal bears: a Phoenix burning, with the word Libertas .' The medallist remaining speechless, `You are a pretty fellow,' continued Otto, smiling, `to complain of incivility from the man whom you conspire to murder.'
`Murder!' protested the man. `Nay, never that; nothing criminal for me!'
`You are strangely misinformed,' said Otto. `Conspiracy itself is criminal, and ensures the pain of death. Nay, sir, death it is; I will guarantee my accuracy. Not that you need be so deplorably affected, for I am no officer. But those who mingle with politics should look at both sides of the medal.'
`Your Highness ....' began the knight of the bottle.
`Nonsense! you are a Republican,' cried Otto; `what have you to do with highnesses? But let us continue to ride forward. Since you so much desire it, I cannot find it in my heart to deprive you of my company. And for that matter, I have a question to address to you. Why, being so great a body of men -- for you are a great body -- fifteen thousand, I have heard, but that will be understated; am I right?'
The man gurgled in his throat.
`Why, then, being so considerable a party,' resumed Otto, `do you not come before me boldly with your wants? -- what do I say? with your commands? Have I the name of being passionately devoted to my throne? I can scarce suppose it. Come, then; show me your majority, and I will instantly resign. Tell this to your friends; assure them from me of my docility; assure them that, however they conceive of my deficiencies, they cannot suppose me more unfit to be a ruler than I do myself. I am one of the worst princes in Europe; will they improve on that?'
`Far be it from me ...' the man began.
`See, now, if you will not defend my government!' cried Otto.
`If I were you, I would leave conspiracies. You are as little fit to be a conspirator as I to be a king.'
`One thing I will say out,' said the man. `It is not so much you that we complain of, it's your lady.'
`Not a word, sir' said the Prince; and then after a moment's pause, and in tones of some anger and contempt: `I once more advise you to have done with politics,' he added; `and when next I see you, let me see you sober. A morning drunkard is the last man to sit in judgment even upon the worst of princes.'
`I have had a drop, but I had not been drinking,' the man replied, triumphing in a sound distinction. `And if I had, what then? Nobody hangs by me. But my mill is standing idle, and I blame it on your wife. Am I alone in that? Go round and ask. Where are the mills? Where are the young men that should be working? Where is the currency? All paralysed. No, sir, it is not equal; for I suffer for your faults -- I pay for them, by George, out of a poor man's pocket. And what have you to do with mine? Drunk or sober, I can see my country going to hell, and I can see whose fault it is. And so now, I've said my say, and you may drag me to a stinking dungeon; what care I? I've spoke the truth, and so I'll hold hard, and not intrude upon your Highness's society.'
And the miller reined up and, clumsily enough, saluted.
`You will observe, I have not asked your name,' said Otto. `I wish you a good ride,' and he rode on hard. But let him ride as he pleased, this interview with the miller was a chokepear, which he could not swallow.
He had begun by receiving a reproof in manners, and ended by sustaining a defeat in logic, both from a man whom he despised. All his old thoughts returned with fresher venom. And by three in the afternoon, coming to the cross-roads for Beckstein, Otto decided to turn aside and dine there leisurely.
