I was about to answer, when Colonel Sapt stepped between the King and me, and began to talk to his Majesty in a low growl. The King towered over Sapt, and, as he listened, his eyes now and again sought mine. I looked at him long and carefully. The likeness was certainly astonishing, though I saw the points of difference also. The King’s face was slightly more fleshy than mine, the oval of its contour the least trifle more pronounced, and, as I fancied, his mouth lacking something of the firmness (or obstinacy) which was to be gathered from my close-shutting lips. But, for all that, and above all minor distinctions, the likeness rose striking, salient, wonderful.
Sapt ceased speaking, and the King still frowned. Then, gradually, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, his nose came down (as mine does when I laugh), his eyes twinkled, and, behold! he burst into the merriest fit of irrepressible laughter, which rang through the woods and proclaimed him a jovial soul.
“Well met, cousin!” he cried, stepping up to me (рад встрече, кузен! – воскликнул он и, сделав шаг ко мне;
“I must pray pardon, sire, for my presumption (я должен просить прощения, сир, за свою самонадеянность;
“By Heaven! you’ll always enjoy the King’s countenance,” he laughed (силы небесные! вы всегда будете пользоваться королевским расположением, – рассмеялся он;
“To Strelsau, sire – to the coronation (в Стрелсо, сир, на коронацию).”
The King looked at his friends (король взглянул на своих друзей): he still smiled, though his expression hinted some uneasiness (он все еще улыбался, хотя выражение его лица выдавало некоторую обеспокоенность;
“Fritz, Fritz!” he cried, “a thousand crowns for a sight of brother Michael’s face (Фриц, – воскликнул он, – тысячу крон за /то, чтобы/ взглянуть на лицо брата Михаэля;
“Well met, cousin!” he cried, stepping up to me, clapping me on the back, and laughing still. “You must forgive me if I was taken aback. A man doesn’t expect to see double at this time of day, eh, Fritz?”