The horse-hoofs came nearer.

Now we made out the figures of three men: they were the king's huntsmen, and they rode along merrily, singing a hunting chorus.

The sound of it brought relief to us; so far at least there was no disaster.
But why was not the king with them?
"The king is probably tired, and is following more slowly, madam," suggested Bernenstein.
This explanation seemed very probable, and the lieutenant and I, as ready to be hopeful on slight grounds as fearful on small provocation, joyfully accepted it.

Sapt, less easily turned to either mood, said, "Ay, but let us hear," and raising his voice, called to the huntsmen, who had now arrived in the avenue.

One of them, the king's chief huntsman Simon, gorgeous in his uniform of green and gold, came swaggering along, and bowed low to the queen.
"Well, Simon, where is the king ?" she asked, trying to smile.
"The king, madam, has sent a message by me to your majesty." "Pray, deliver it to me, Simon." "I will, madam.