I do not believe that I should have done the deed I dreamt of; but I might have come to flight, and my flight would have ruined the cause.

And--yes, I am no saint (ask my little sister-in-law), and worse still might have happened.
It is perhaps as strange a thing as has ever been in the history of a country that the King's brother and the King's personator, in a time of profound outward peace, near a placid, undisturbed country town, under semblance of amity, should wage a desperate war for the person and life of the King.

Yet such was the struggle that began now between Zenda and Tarlenheim.

When I look back on the time, I seem to myself to have been half mad.

Sapt has told me that I suffered no interference and listened to no remonstrances; and if ever a King of Ruritania ruled like a despot, I was, in those days, the man.