Wallenstein was not ignorant of the intrigue against him. Vast as
were his possessions, his pride and ambition were even greater. A
consciousness of splendid services rendered and of great intellectual
power, a belief that the army which had been raised by him and
was to a great extent paid out of his private funds, and which he
had so often led to victory, was devoted to him, and to him alone,
excited in his mind the determination to resist by force the
intriguers who dominated the bigoted and narrow minded emperor,
and, if necessary, to hurl the latter from his throne.
CHAPTER XX FRIENDS IN TROUBLE
One day in the month of December, when Malcolm Graheme was with
his regiment on outpost duty closely watching the Imperialists, a
countryman approached.
"Can you direct me to Captain Malcolm Graheme, who, they tell me,
belongs to this regiment?"
"You have come to the right man," Malcolm said. "I am Captain
Graheme -- what would you with me?"
"I am the bearer of a letter to you," the man said, and taking off
his cap he pulled out the lining and brought out a letter hidden
beneath it.
"I am to ask for some token from you by which it may be known that
it has been safely delivered."
Malcolm cut with his dagger the silk with which the letter was
fastened. It began:
"From the Lady Hilda, Countess of Mansfeld, to Captain Malcolm
Graheme of Colonel Munro's Scottish regiment.
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