"Then give it to me to vise."
"To do so, I should have to open my bag, and that would be very inconvenient, but, if the law absolutely demands it, I will do it."
"The law demands it."
The king motioned to his servant, and ordered him to carry the bag into the house.
"Why this delay--why this unnecessary loss of time?" asked Niclas.
"The postilion can wait no longer. If he arrives too late at the next station, he will be fined."
"I will not wait another minute," cried the postilion, determinately.
"get in, or I shall start without you."
"Show me your passports, and then get in," cried Niclas.
The strangers appeared confused and undecided. Niclas looked triumphantly at his immense crowd of listeners, who were gazing at him with amazement, awaiting in breathless stillness the unravelling of this scene.
"Get in, or I shall start," repeated the postilion.
"Give me your passports, or I will not let you go!" screamed "We can demand them if we wish to do so."
"And why do you wish it now?" said the same voice.
"I wish it simply because I wish it," was the reply.
A stern face now appeared at the door, looking angrily at the postmaster.
"Think what you say, sir, and be respectful."
"Silence!" interrupted the one who had first spoken. "Do not let us make an unnecessary disturbance, mon ami. Why do you wish to see our passports, sir?"
"Why?" asked Niclas, who was proud to play so distinguished a part before his comrades--"you wish to know why I desire to see your passports? Well, then, because you appear to me to be suspicious characters."
A gay laugh was heard from the stage. "Why do you suspect us?"
"Because I never trust people travelling without baggage," was the laconic reply.
"Bravo! well answered," cried the crowd, and even Madame Niclas was surprised to see her husband show such daring courage.
"We need no baggage. We are travelling musicians, going to Amsterdam."
"Travelling musicians All the more reason for mistrusting you; no good was ever heard of wandering musicians."
"You are becoming impertinent, sir," and Balby, the tallest and youngest of the two friends, sprang from the stage, while the servant swung himself from the box, where he was sitting with the postilion, and with an enraged countenance placed himself beside his master.
"If you dare to speak another insulting word, you are lost," cried Balby.
A hand was laid on his shoulder, and a voice murmured in his ear:
"Do not compromise us."
The king now also left the stage, and tried to subdue the anger of his companion.
"Pardon, sir, the violence of my friend," said the king, with an ironical smile, as he bowed to the postmaster. "We are not accustomed to being questioned and suspected in this manner, and I can assure you that, although we are travelling musicians, as it pleased you to say, we are honest people, and have played before kings and queens."
"If you are honest, show me your passports; no honest man travels without one!"
"It appears to me that no rascal should travel without one," said the king. "I will obtain one immediately," said Balby, hastening to the door.
The king held him back. "My brother, you are very innocent and thoughtless. You forget entirely that we are suspected criminals. Should we demand a light, and immediately appear with our passes, do you not believe that this dragon of a postmaster would immediately think that we had written them ourselves, and put a forged seal under them?"
"How, then, are we to get a light?" said Balby, confused.
The king thought a moment, then laughed gayly.
"I have found a way," he said; "go down into the dining-room, where I noticed an eternal lamp burning, not to do honor to the Mother of God, but to smokers; light your cigar and bring it here. I will light the sealing-wax by it, and we will have the advantage of drowning the smell of the wax with the smoke."
Balby flew away, and soon returned with the burning cigar; the king lit the sealing-wax, and put the seal under the passport.
"This will proclaim us free from all crime. Now, brother Henry, call the worthy postmaster."
When Niclas received the passport from the king's hand his countenance cleared, and he made the two gentlemen a graceful bow, and begged them to excuse the severity that his duty made necessary.
"We have now entirely convinced you that we are honest people," said the king, smiling, "and you will forgive us that we have so little baggage."
"Well, I understand," said Mr. Niclas, confusedly, "musicians are seldom rich, but live from hand to mouth, and must thank God if their clothes are good and clean. Yours are entirely new, and you need no baggage."
The king laughed merrily. "Can we now go?" he asked.
"Yes; but how, sir? You doubtlessly heard that the postilion left as soon as you entered the house."
"Consequently we are without a conveyance; we have paid for our places for nothing, and must remain in this miserable place," said the king, impatiently.
Niclas reddened with anger. "Sir, what right have you to call the town of Grave a miserable place? Believe me, it would be very difficult for you to become a citizen of this miserable place, for you must prove that you have means enough to live in a decent manner, and it appears to me--"
"That we do not possess them," said the king; "vraiment, you are right, our means are very insufficient, and as the inhabitants of Grave will not grant us the rights of citizens, it is better for us to leave immediately. Have, therefore, the goodness to furnish us with the means of doing so."
"There are two ways, an expensive and a cheap one," said Niclas, proudly: "extra post, or the drag-boat. The first is for respectable people, the second for those who have nothing, and are nothing."
"Then the last is for us," said the king, laughing. "Is it not so, brother Henry?--it is best for us to go in the drag-boat."
"That would be best, brother Frederick."
"Have the kindness to call our servant to take the bag, and you, Mr.
Niclas, please give us a guide to show us to the canal."
The king took his box and approached the door.