The young American felt the weight and power of that gaze.

He knew too instinctively that the man before him was a great fighter, a true representative of the German military caste and system.
He longed to turn his own eyes away, but he resolutely held them steady.
He would not be looked down, not even by an old Prussian general to whom the fate of a hundred thousand was nothing.
"Very well, Your Highness, you may stand aside," said the general in a deep harsh voice.
Out of the corner of his eye John saw that the man who stood aside was von Arnheim.

"Your Highness!" Then this young lieutenant must be a prince.

If so, some princes were likable.

Wharton and Carstairs and he had outwitted a prince once, but it could not be von Arnheim.