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Long Live the King
by Mary Roberts Rinehart

CONTENTS

I. The Crown Prince runs away
II. And sees the World
III. Disgraced
IV. The Terror
V. At the Riding-School
VI. The Chancellor pays a Visit

VII. Tea in the Schoolroom
VIII. The Letter
IX. A Fine Night
X. The Right to live and love
XI. Rather a Wild Night
XII. Two Prisoners
XIII. In the Park
XIV. Nikky does a Reckless Thin
XV. Father and Daughter
XVI. On the Mountain Road
XVII. The Fortress
XVIII. Old Adelbert
XIX. The Committee of Ten
XX. The Delegation
XXI. As a Man may love a Woman
XXII. At Etzel
XXIII. Nikky Makes a Promise
XXIV. The Birthday
XXV. The Gate of the Moon
XXVI. At the Inn

XXVII. The Little Door
XXVIII. The Crown Prince's Pilgrimage
XXIX. Old Adelbert the Traitor
XXX. King Karl
XXXI. Let Mettich guard his Treasure
XXXII. Nikky and Hedwig
XXXIII. The Day of the Carnival
XXXIV. The Pirate's Den
XXXV. The Paper Crown
XXXVI. The King is dead
XXXVII. Long live the King
XXXVIII. In the Road of the Good Children
XXXIX. The Lincoln Penny

LONG LIVE THE KING!
CHAPTER I
THE CROWN PRINCE RUNS AWAY
The Crown Prince sat in the royal box and swung his legs. This was
hardly princely, but the royal legs did not quite reach the floor from the
high crimson-velvet seat of his chair.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto was bored. His royal robes, consisting
of a pair of blue serge trousers, a short Eton jacket, and a stiff, rolling

collar of white linen, irked him.
He had been brought to the Opera House under a misapprehension. His
aunt, the Archduchess Annunciata, had strongly advocated "The Flying
Dutchman," and his English governess, Miss Braithwaite, had read him
some inspiring literature about it. So here he was, and the Flying
Dutchman was not ghostly at all, nor did it fly. It was, from the royal
box, only too plainly a ship which had length and height, without
thickness. And instead of flying, after dreary aeons of singing, it was
moved off on creaky rollers by men whose shadows were thrown
grotesquely on the sea backing.
The orchestra, assisted by a bass solo and intermittent thunder in the
wings, was making a deafening din. One of the shadows on the sea
backing took out its handkerchief and wiped its nose.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto looked across at