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"He would not force me to deny my religion; he would not, for the sake of outward splendor, endanger my soul's salvation. Oh! it is harsh and cruel of my brother to treat me as a piece of merchandise; he asks not whether my heart or principles can conscientiously take part in his ambitious plans."
Ulrica cast a long and piercing glance upon her sister. She would gladly have searched to the bottom of her soul; she wished to know if this fierce opposition to the marriage was the result of love to the faith of her fathers.
"And you are not ambitious? you are not excited by the thought of being a queen, of marrying a man who will fill a place in the world's history?"
The young girl raised her eyes in amazement, and her tears ceased to flow.
"What has a woman to do with the world's history?" she said; "think you I care to be named as the wife of a king of Sweden? It is a sad, unhappy fate to be a princess. We are sold to him who makes the largest offer and the most favorable conditions. Well, let it be so; it is the fate of all princesses; it is for this we are educated, and must bow humbly to the yoke; but liberty of conscience should be at least allowed us, freedom of thought, the poor consolation of wors.h.i.+pping G.o.d in the manner we prefer, and of seeking help and protection in the arms of that religion we believe in and love."
"One can be faithful to G.o.d even when unfaithful to their first faith," said Ulrica, who began already to make excuses to herself for the change of religion she contemplated.
"That is not in my power!" cried Amelia pa.s.sionately. "I cling to the religion of my house, and I should tremble before the wrath of G.o.d if I gave it up."
"After all, it is but a small and unimportant difference between the Reformed and Lutheran Churches," said Ulrica, much excited, and entirely forgetting that the question had as yet no relation to herself. "One can be as pious a Christian in the Reformed Church as in the Lutheran."
"Not I; it is not in my power," said Amelia, with the wilfulness of a spoiled child not accustomed to opposition. "I will not become a Lutheran. A Pollnitz may change his faith, but not the daughter of Frederick William. Did not the king with indignation and contempt relate to us how Pollnitz had again changed his religion and become a Protestant? Did we not laugh heartily, and in our hearts despise the dishonorable man? I will not place myself in such a position."
"Then, my sister, there will be stormy times and stern strife in our household: the bitter scenes of earlier days will be renewed. Our royal brother is not less resolute than our stern father. I fear that his brothers and sisters are nothing more to him than useful instruments in this great state machine, and they must bow themselves unquestioningly to his commands."
"Yes, I feel this; I see it clearly," said Amelia, trembling; "and for this reason, dear sister, you must stand by me and help me. I swear to you that I will not become a Lutheran."
"Is that your unchangeable resolution?"
"Yes, unchangeable."
"Well, if that is so, I will give you my counsel."
"Speak, speak quickly," said Amelia, breathlessly, and throwing her arms around the slender waist of her sister, she laid her head trustingly upon her shoulder.
"Firstly, the Swedish amba.s.sador has not made a formal demand for your hand; that probably proves that he will first examine and observe you closely, to see if you are suited to be the wife of the prince royal. We have still, therefore, a short delay, which, if wisely used, may conduct you to the desired goal. But, Amelia, prove yourself once more; ask counsel again of your heart and conscience, before you make a final resolve. I will not have you complain of me in future, and say that my foolish and guilty counsel lost you the throne of Sweden."
"Oh, fear not, my beloved sister. I will not be queen of Sweden at the cost of my immortal soul."
"You will not, then, reproach me, Amelia?"
"Never."
"Listen, then. From this moment lay a mask upon your face; that is to say, a.s.sume a proud, rude, overbearing tone to all around you-- toward your friends, your servants, the court circle, yes, even toward the members of your family. Particularly in the presence of this Swedish amba.s.sador, show yourself to be a capricious, nervous, and haughty princess, who scarcely thinks it worth the trouble to speak a word, or give a friendly glance, to a man in his position.
When you speak to him and he attempts to answer, cut short his replies, and command him to be silent; if he strives to win your favor by the most respectful civility, let an unmistakable expression of contempt be written upon your face, and let that be your only answer. Regulate your conduct for a few days by these rules, and I am convinced you will attain your object."
"Yes, yes! I understand, I understand!" said the young girl, clapping her little white hands, and looking up joyously. "I shall, by my pride and pa.s.sion, freeze the words in the mouth of my lord amba.s.sador, so that the decisive word cannot find utterance. Oh!
this will be a precious comedy, my sweet sister, and I promise you to carry out my role of heroine to perfection. Oh, I thank you! I thank you! I am indeed happy to have found so wise a sister, so brave a comrade in arms, while surrounded with such perils!"
"She would not have it otherwise," said Ulrica, laconically, as she found herself again alone. "If she is without ambition, so much the worse for her--so much the better for me! And now, it is high time to think of my toilet--that is the most important consideration. To- day I must be not only amiable, but lovely. To-day I will appear an innocent and unpretending maiden."
With a mocking smile she entered her boudoir, and called her attendants.
CHAPTER VI.
THE TEMPTER.
Princess Ulrica was earnestly occupied with considerations of her toilet. Amelia had returned to her room, musing and thoughtful.
There were difficulties in the way of the new role she had resolved to play, and by which she expected to deceive the world. She stood for a moment before the door of her dressing-room, and listened to the voices of her attendants, who were gayly laughing and talking.
It was her custom to join them, and take a ready part in their merry sports and jests. She must now, however, deny herself, and put a guard over her heart and lips. Accordingly, with a dark frown on her brow and tightly-compressed lips, she entered the room in which her maids were at that moment arranging her ball toilet for the evening.
"It seems to me that your loud talking is most unseemly," said Amelia, in a tone so haughty, so pa.s.sionate, that the smiles of the two young girls vanished in clouds. "I will be obliged to you if you will complete your work noiselessly, and reserve your folly till you have left my room! And what is that, Mademoiselle Felicien? for what purpose have you prepared these flowers, which I see lying upon your table?"
"Your royal highness, these flowers are for your coiffure, and these bouquets are intended to festoon your dress."
"How dare you allow yourself to decide upon my toilet, mademoiselle?"
"I have not dared," said Felicien, tremblingly; "your royal highness ordered moss roses for your hair, and bouquets of the same for your bosom and your robe."
"It appears to me," said Amelia, imperiously, "that to contradict me, and at the same time a.s.sert that which is false, is, to say the least, unbecoming your position. I am not inclined to appear in the toilet of a gardener's daughter. To prove this, I will throw these flowers, which you dare to a.s.sert I ordered, from the window; with their strong odor they poison the air."
With a cruel hand, she gathered up the lovely roses, and hastened to the window. "Look, mademoiselle, these are the flowers which you undertook to prepare for my hair," said Amelia, with well-a.s.sumed scorn, as she threw the bouquet into the garden which surrounded the castle of Monbijou; "look, mademoiselle."
Suddenly the princess uttered a low cry, and looked, blus.h.i.+ng painfully, into the garden. In her haste, she had not remarked that two gentlemen, at that moment, crossed the great court which led to the princ.i.p.al door of the castle; and the flowers which she had so scornfully rejected, had struck the younger and taller of the gentlemen exactly in the face. He stood completely amazed, and looked questioningly at the window from which this curious bomb had fallen. His companion, however, laughed aloud, and made a profound bow to the princess, who still stood, blus.h.i.+ng and embarra.s.sed, at the window.
"From this hour I believe in the legend of the Fairy of the Roses,"
said the elder of the two gentlemen, who was indeed no other than Baron Pollnitz. "Yes, princess, I believe fully, and I would not be at all astonished if your highness should at this moment flutter from the window in a chariot drawn by doves, and cast another shower of blossoms in the face of my friend."
The princess had found time to recover herself, and to remember the haughty part she was determined to play.
"I hope, baron," she said, sternly, "you will not allow yourself to suppose it was my purpose to throw those roses either to your companion or yourself? I wished only to get rid of them."
She shut the window rudely and noisily, and commanded her attendants to complete her toilet at once. She seated herself sternly before the gla.s.s, and ordered her French maid to cover her head with jewels and ribbons.
The two gentlemen still stood in the garden, in earnest conversation.
"This is a.s.suredly an auspicious omen, my friend," said Pollnitz to the young officer, who was gazing musingly at the roses he held in his hand. He had raised his eyes from the flowers to the window at which the lovely form of the princess had, for a few moments, appeared.
"Alas!" said he, sighing, and gazing afar off; "she is so wonderfully beautiful--so lovely; and she is a princess!"
Pollnitz laughed heartily. "One might think that you regretted that fact! Listen to me, my young friend; stand no longer here, in a dream. Come, in place of entering the castle immediately, to pay our respects to the queen-mother, we will take a walk through the garden, that you may allay your raptures and recover your reason."
He took the arm of the young man, and drew him into a shady, private pathway.
"Now, my dear friend, listen to me, and lay to heart all that I say to you. Accident, or, if you prefer it, Fate brought us together.
After all, it seems indeed more than an accident. I had just returned to Berlin, and was about to pay my respects to the queen- mother, when I met you, who at the same time seek an audience, in order to commend yourself to her royal protection. You bear a letter of commendation from my old friend, Count Lottum. All this, of course, excites my curiosity. I ask your name, and learn, to my astonishment, that you are young Von Trenck, the son of the woman who was my first love, and who made me most unhappy by not returning my pa.s.sion. I a.s.sure you, it produces a singular sensation to meet so unexpectedly the son of a first love, whose father, alas! you have not the happiness to be. I feel already that I am prepared to love you as foolishly as I once loved your fair mother."
"I will not, like my mother, reject your vows," said the young officer, smiling, and extending his hand to Pollnitz.
"I hoped as much," said Pollnitz; "you shall find a fond father in me, and even to-day I will commence my parental duties. In the first place, what brings you here?"