He had found time to read it, and now before her eyes he kissed it.
"Had I as many lives as there are words, my queen," he said softly, "for each word I would gladly give a life." "Ah, Rudolf, but you've only one life, and that more mine than yours.
Did you think we should ever meet again ?" "I didn't know," said he; and now they were standing opposite one another.
"But I knew," she said, her eyes shining brightly; "I knew always that we should meet once more.

Not how, nor where, but just that we should.
So I lived, Rudolf." "God bless you!" he said.
"Yes, I lived through it all." He pressed her hand, knowing what that phrase meant and must mean for her.
"Will it last forever ?" she asked, suddenly gripping his hand tightly.
But a moment later she went on: "No, no, I mustn't make you unhappy, Rudolf.

I'm half glad I wrote the letter, and half glad they stole it.

It's so sweet to have you fighting for me, for me only this time, Rudolf--not for the king, for me!" "Sweet indeed, my dearest lady.

Don't be afraid: we shall win." "You will win, yes.