He wore a close uniform of blue-gray which fitted him admirably, and the moonlight fell in a flood on his handsome, ruddy face.
"I hope you won't be killed," murmured John.

"If there is any French shell or shrapnel that is labeled specially for a prince and that must have a prince, I pray it will take Auersperg in place of von Arnheim." It was a serious prayer and he felt that it was without a trace of wickedness or sacrilege.

Evidently von Arnheim was giving orders of importance, as two of the men, to whom he was talking, hurried to horses, mounted and galloped down the road.

Then the young prince walked slowly back to the house and John could see that he was very thoughtful.
He passed his hand in a troubled way two or three times across his forehead.

Perhaps the medieval prince inside was putting upon the modern prince outside labors that he was far from liking.
John's unformed plan of escape included Julie Lannes.