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"Stand still, or I will strangle you!" he murmurs. "Stand still, and I swear that I will not kill you!"
"No, no, I do not believe you!" she gasps, and with both hands she seizes his and thrusts it back. Only on, on! She no longer knows whether she turns to the right or left, she runs down the dimly lighted corridor, and he follows.
"O G.o.d! O G.o.d! there is no staircase!" She has missed the way--there is no way out now! The dread enemy is behind her! She can no longer avoid him!
He will kill her, for she knows his secret! No escape!--no deliverance!
But at the end of the corridor she sees a door. If she can only succeed in opening it, jumping into the room, shutting the door, and drawing the bolt!
"G.o.d help me! G.o.d be with me!" she calls out aloud and flies to the door, bursts it open, rushes through, and--his weight presses against it; she can not shut it, she can not draw the bolt. He is there with her in that little room, which has no other outlet. No deliverer is near! She falls upon her knees, and lifts up her arms to him imploringly. "Oh, sir! oh, sir, pity! Do not kill me! I will be silent as the grave!"
"As the grave!" repeats he, with a savage smile.
He stoops down and something bright glitters in his hand! She sees it quite clearly, for it is a bright summer night, and her eyes are inured to darkness.
"Almighty G.o.d, you would murder me! Mercy, sir, mercy!"
He has closed the door behind them, yet the shriek of her death agony has penetrated the door and echoed down the corridor. n.o.body hears it. All the chambers in this upper story are bare and uninhabited, and for economy's sake the corridors and staircases in this upper part of the castle are unlighted. To-day, however, at nightfall, the Stadtholder had himself brought word to castellan Culwin that every pa.s.sage, landing, and staircase in the whole castle should be lighted! And so it was, and even in that remote upper story lamps are burning. How long and solitary this corridor is! Not the slightest sound has broken the stillness since those two sprang into that room.
But now! A fearful, piercing shriek! A death cry forces its way through the door and in one long echo vibrates along the corridor. It sounds like the wailing and moaning of invisible spirits. Then nothing more interrupts the silence. Nothing more!
The door opens again, and Count Schwarzenberg steps into the corridor.
He is alone.
He locks the door and puts the key into his pocket. Then, with quiet, firm tread, he goes down the corridor, down the little staircase, and finally, with composed, haughty bearing, down the great staircase into the guardroom.
"G.o.d be praised, your excellency, that you are here!" calls out Lehndorf, hastening to meet him.
Count Schwarzenberg nods to him, and then turns to the soldiers, who stand there silent and motionless.
"What fools you are!" he says, shrugging his shoulders. "To put you soldiers to flight no cannon is required, but only a couple of white cats.
A white cat it was, which made cowards of you. I saw her bounding along before me through the great corridor, and followed her to the upper story.
There she slipped into an open door, the last door in the upper story.
I jumped after her into the little apartment, but she must have found some other way out, for I could find her nowhere again, and that is the only wonder of the whole story, for the windows were closed. For the rest I command you to let naught of this story transpire, for fear of giving rise to idle tales."
The soldiers heard him in reverential silence, but the next morning it was known throughout the castle and almost through the whole city that the White Lady had made her appearance again, and that at last, when pursued, she had vanished in the form of a white cat in one of the rooms in the upper story of the castle. After that n.o.body ventured into the upper story, and, as it was uninhabited, it was not necessary to station sentinels there.
XII.--THE DEPARTURE.
When the Electoral Prince awoke the next morning after a long, refres.h.i.+ng slumber, his first glance fell upon his faithful old valet, who stood at the foot of his couch, his face actually beaming with joy.
"Why, Dietrich," said Frederick William, "you look so happy! What has altered your old face so since yesterday?"
"The sight of you, most gracious sir, for your face has altered, too. Your cheeks are no longer deadly pale, nor your features distorted. Your highness looks quite like a well man now; somewhat pale, it is true; but your lips are again red and your eyes bright. Ah, gracious sir, the dear White Lady kept her word, she saved you!"
"G.o.d bless her!" said the Electoral Prince solemnly. "But hark! old man, tell n.o.body that I have been saved. You must not use such dangerous words, not even think them. There was no need to save me, for I have been exposed to no peril. I have not been sick at all, but only overcome by wine, and, to speak plainly, drunk--do you hear, old man? I have been drunk two whole days: such is the account you must give of my attack."
"I shall do so, your highness, since you order it; but it is a sin and a shame that I should slander my own dear young master, who is such a sober, steady Prince."
"Now, Dietrich," said the Electoral Prince, with a melancholy smile, "you give me more praise than I deserve. I was not quite so sober in Holland."
"No, sir; in dear, blessed Holland, life was a different thing. It was like heaven there, and when I looked at your grace I always felt as if I saw before me Saint George himself, so bold, spirited, and happy you ever seemed."
"And so I felt, too," said the Prince softly to himself. "But all that is past now. _All_! The costly intoxication of happiness is at an end, and I am sobered. Yes, yes," he continued aloud, springing with energy from his couch, "you are quite right, old Dietrich. Now help this sober, steady Prince to dress himself, that he may wait upon the Elector and Electress and announce his recovery to them."
After the Electoral Prince had made his toilet, he repaired to the Electoral apartments to pay his respects. George William received his son with sullen peevishness of manner, hardly deigning to bestow upon him more than a single glance of indifference.
"Why, you still look pale and weak," he said coolly. "It is no great honor for a Prince to be overcome by a couple of gla.s.ses of wine, and to succ.u.mb as if he had been struck by a cannon ball."
"Most gracious sir," replied Frederick William, smiling, "I hope yet to be able to prove to your highness that I can stand against the fire of cannon b.a.l.l.s better than Count Schwarzenberg's wine, and that I can go to meet a battery of artillery more bravely than a battery of bottles."
"I hope it will not be in your power to prove any such thing, sir," cried the Elector impatiently. "I want to hear nothing about war, and you must banish all thoughts of war and heroic deeds from your mind, and become a peaceful, law-abiding citizen. Your head has been turned in Holland, but I rather expect to set it right again! We are going back to Prussia, and you will accompany us. Go now to the Electress, and disturb me no longer in my work."
Frederick William bowed in silence and repaired to his mother's apartments. The Electress received him with open arms, and pressed him to her heart.
"I have you again, my son, I have you again," she cried with warmth. "A merciful G.o.d has not been willing to deprive me of my only happiness; he has preserved you to me. Oh, my son, I love you so much, and I feel, moreover, that you love me, and that we shall understand each other, and that all causes of disagreement will disappear so soon as that hateful, dreaded man no longer stands between us--he, who is your enemy as well as mine. We are going back to Prussia, and my heart is full of joy, hope, and happiness. There I shall have you safe; there you are mine, and no murderer or enemy there threatens my beloved only son!"
"But, most revered mother, there the worst, most dangerous enemy of all threatens me."
"Who is he? What is his name?"
"Idleness, your highness. I shall be condemned there to an inactive, useless existence. I shall have nothing to do but to live. O most gracious mother! intercede for me with my father and Count Schwarzenberg, that I may be appointed Stadtholder of Cleves, for there I would have something to do, there I could be useful, and they wish for my presence there."
"You do not wish to stay with me, then?" asked his mother, in a tone of mortification. "You already wish yourself away from me and your sisters?"
The Prince's countenance, which had been just aglow with enthusiasm, having for the moment dropped its mask, now once more a.s.sumed its serious, tranquil expression, and again the mask was drawn over its features.
"I by no means long to be away from you," he said quietly, "but I shall delight in accompanying you to Prussia."
"That is what I call spoken like a good, obedient child," cried the Electress, "and, Louise, I advise you to profit by such an example. Just look at your sister, Frederick, only see what a sorrowful figure she presents. She does not even come to welcome her brother, but sits there quite disconsolate with tears in her eyes."
"No, dearest mother, I am not crying," replied the Princess gently. "I, too, am right glad that we are to return to Prussia."
"That is not true, mamma," exclaimed Princess Hedwig Sophie; "she is not glad at all. On the contrary, she cried and lamented all last night, thinking that I was asleep and knew nothing about it. But I heard everything. I know that she would rather stay here, and that she finds it charming here all of a sudden, although she used to think it so dull. But Louise has entirely changed these last four days, and since _he_ has been here she finds tiresome old Berlin a splendid place, and--"
"But, Hedwig," interrupted her sister, whose cheeks were suffused with a crimson flush, "what are you talking about, and how can you chatter such nonsense?"
"It is true, she talks nonsense," said the Electress severely; "yet I should like to know what her words signify. Who is _he_ who has so transformed tiresome Berlin in your sister's eyes?"
"Why, you do not know, mamma?" asked the mischievous child, smiling and putting on a look of astonishment.
"You do not know who loves our Louise so ardently, so pa.s.sionately? You do not know the man for whose sake she would leave father and mother? You do not know the only man whom the Princess Charlotte Louise loves?"
"_I_ do not know, but I command you to tell me!" said the Electress dryly.