A German Pompadour Part 34
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'I must alter everything--sinon je suis perdu!' Always that phrase of his, he had called himself so often 'perdu!'
'Alter everything? Yes, yes; all you will. See, I am ready to change, to obey in all things, dismiss any person who displeases you; make some one else Landhofmeisterin, only keep me, do not banish me; you are my life, only you--you----'
'I must leave you; you have brought a curse upon the land----'
'I have brought a curse to you? If you leave me there will be a curse--the eternal condemnation, brought by a broken heart. Eberhard, my beloved! See--I implore you!'
'I must go--I must leave you--sinon je suis perdu--sinon je suis perdu,'--and so they wrangled, and exclaimed, and implored for an hour.
'Your last word then is: Go, woman who has loved me for twenty years!'
she said bitterly at last. 'Yes? Well, then, hear me: I will not go!--never, do you hear? We belong together, you and I. All this is some madness of yours, which will pa.s.s. Come back to me to-morrow and tell me so, then all will be well. It is well, do you hear? You are maddened, distraught----'
'This is my last word: Retire to one of your castles. I leave you your properties and your t.i.tle, but Ludwigsburg must see you no more.'
She laughed in defiance. 'I will not go till you drive me forth at the point of the bayonet. Your friend, the King of Prussia, can teach you bayonet drill, and you can practise it on my heart.'
Then he rode away from La Favorite, his horse's hoofs outraging the peaceful dew.
Directly Serenissimus had ridden away, as if in defiance of impending fate, the Landhofmeisterin sent to summon the officers of the Secret Service. She would work, give commands, according to her wont. The officers tarried, and her Excellency waited in her yellow-hung salon.
Would they dare, the creeping spies--dare to disobey her? she wondered.
She pa.s.sed out on to the terrace and glanced down the chestnut avenue.
With a feeling of relief she recognised one of the Secret Service officers. He was hurrying to La Favorite as fast as, in other days, they and all the world had hastened to do her bidding.
She re-entered her sitting-room and, seating herself at her bureau, began to draft a ducal manifesto. The door opened, and, to her surprise, not the Secret Service officer whom she had thought to recognise, but a very inferior official, a mere spy, entered. He walked in without removing his hat, and came close up to the Gravenitz.
'What will you give me for my information?' he said roughly.
'What do you mean? You have come to report, I suppose; though why my chief officer, Jacoble, sends you, I do not know,' she returned haughtily. He leaned his hand on the bureau beside her.
'I have information which may save your life, but you must pay me for it.' She rang her handbell.
'My lackeys will show you how I pay the insolent,' she said.
'Your lackeys! There will not be one left in your house in an hour's time,' he sneered.
Her face had grown ashen grey; even through her paint the death-like colour showed.
'What are you saying?' she cried hoa.r.s.ely. 'Here, take my purse, all you will--but tell me quickly--quick, man, tell me!'
At the sight of the heavy golden purse the spy's face and manner changed.
'Serenissimus fell fainting from his horse in the village of Marbach.
They cannot rouse him; the doctors say he will never awaken. They carry him to Ludwigsburg to die. No one has remembered you yet, but when they do----!' he flung out his arm in a crus.h.i.+ng gesture.
'When they do, they will imprison me till orders come from the new Duke, you mean? Do you think I care? My place is beside Serenissimus, and I go to the palace immediately. Go, take the gulden and go.'
She swept from the room, and the spy saw her descending the steps from the terrace to the garden. Her calm dignity had disconcerted him, and, after all, he feared the Gravenitzin.
He turned to the bureau; at least, he would look through her papers. But even in her distress the Landhofmeisterin had remembered to shut and lock her bureau; and though the spy tried to wrench it open, her Excellency's secrets were guarded by intricate springs, and the man's efforts were unavailing.
The Landhofmeisterin walked swiftly down the shady avenue, and into the palace gardens. She had not pa.s.sed that way since her departure from Ludwigsburg, ten days earlier. Her sharp eyes took in various neglected details. 'If he dies, and I go, the whole place will fall to ruin,' she murmured.
Great commotion reigned in the castle. She could see that even the sentries were discussing the Duke's health with a crowd of Ludwigsburg burghers. They started when they saw the Landhofmeisterin pa.s.s through the courtyard. Involuntarily they fell back into their correct att.i.tudes, and left the crowd's questions unanswered. The Gravenitz hurried to the Corps de Logis, but the doors were closed, as had been those on the north terrace facing La Favorite.
'The doors are locked from inside, Excellency,' said the soldier on guard. 'Count Gravenitz commanded it.'
'So, is my brother within?' she asked.
'Yes, Madame; and Baron Schutz, Baron Roeder, and the court physicians.'
They had locked her out, then. Ah! but she had her key of the west pavilion, and the key of the doors leading to his Highness's writing-room. She went to her former dwelling-place; there stood no sentry now before her Excellency's pavilion. The windows were closed and shuttered, and when she entered a chill air met her. She s.h.i.+vered; the gay, bright pavilion was like a tomb, the grave of happy hours, she thought. Her upstair rooms were dark and desolate. Once more she realised that she, her power, her glory, were dead things, and she bowed before the inexorable law, Change.
She pa.s.sed through the statue gallery and into the arras pa.s.sage. A deathlike silence reigned in his Highness's apartments. O G.o.d! would she find a still, white figure--a rigid, sheet-covered shape? She pushed open the tapestry door; the writing-closet was empty, but beyond, in the sleeping-room, she heard whispering voices.
The Duke lay on his bed fully dressed in his riding-clothes. His left arm was held by the second physician, while the chief surgeon bent over it, lancet in hand. A third doctor kneeled, holding a bowl under his Highness's arm, from which large drops of blood welled slowly, and fell with a sickening soft thud into the china bowl.
Friedrich Gravenitz, Schutz, and Roeder stood near the window, talking together in low tones. They started forward when the Landhofmeisterin appeared on the threshold, and Gravenitz approached her with outstretched hand.
'Wilhelmine, you must not come here now,' he said in an ungentle voice.
'It is my place! let me pa.s.s,' she returned; and, waving her brother away, she moved swiftly round to the other side of the bed. She knelt down close to the Duke, and taking his right hand she raised it gently to her lips. The sufferer moved slightly for the first time since he had fallen fainting from his horse.
'Stem the blood, he is returning to consciousness,' whispered the chief surgeon; and the first physician twisted a linen band above the open vein, while the second doctor stanched the blood with a cloth, and then bound up the wound.
'His Highness must have entire quiet, Madame,' the court doctor said, bowing respectfully to the Landhofmeisterin. 'It were well if all retired and left him to my care alone, if you will permit me.'
'As Prime Minister, I consider it my duty to remain----' began Friedrich Gravenitz in a louder tone.
'As chief physician, I consider it my duty to order you to retire!
Madame, will you a.s.sist me in this matter?' he said quietly to the Gravenitz.
'I will a.s.sist you, Herr Medicinalrath, by retiring myself. I am sure the gentlemen will do likewise. Count Gravenitz, I hold the first court charge, and I command you to depart.' It was true; at Ludwigsburg the Landhofmeisterin was ent.i.tled to command even the ministers, by reason of her high official capacity. She rose from her knees and looked yearningly at the lover of her youth.
'Will Serenissimus recover?' she whispered.
'Without a doubt now, your Excellency,' returned the physician.
She was pa.s.sing out when her eye caught sight of the red-stained cloth with which they had stanched the blood from Eberhard Ludwig's arm.
Tenderly she lifted it; it seemed to her that it was heavy with her beloved's lifeblood--a precious relic. She carried it away through the quiet, sunlit gardens. It was partly a despairing woman's whim, an absurdity, and partly she was prompted by her magic practices to take the cloth. There was an infallible life elixir and a powerful love potion, one of whose ingredients was the blood of the loved one. She would brew this mixture, Eberhard Ludwig should drink it, then the old happiness would return. He would be strong and well again, and with health would come love and happiness.
The Gravenitz's witch practices had long been an eyesore to his Highness.
In the first place, he feared magic exceedingly, and knowing the Landhofmeisterin's extraordinary magnetic power, he believed entirely in her witchcraft. Friedrich Wilhelm had thoroughly alarmed his Highness; doubtless a curse rested on him for his sin. Surely, thus to harbour an avowed witch would inevitably draw down the wrath of G.o.d, and 'we princes must make personal sacrifices for State reasons.' Then too Eberhard Ludwig, having ceased to love the Gravenitz, was in a propitious mood for returning to duty.
When the Duke regained consciousness he found himself with the kindly court physician, who told him of the Landhofmeisterin's visit, and of how it had been her touch on his hand which had first roused him from his swoon. The good man prated amiably to his Highness, thinking to please him, but the Duke's face grew dark. The physician had seen her Excellency's care of his Highness during his illness in the preceding autumn, and had been deeply impressed by her charm which she had chosen to exercise upon him.
At this moment the Duke's valets entered to remove the blood-filled bowl and the cloth used to stanch the blood, these having been left by the physician's orders, as it was imperative for Serenissimus to be undisturbed till he regained entire consciousness. The lackeys searched for the cloth, and not finding it, inquired if the physician had removed it. Baron Roeder, who was waiting in his Highness's writing-closet, heard the question through the open door. He tiptoed to the threshold and informed the physician that her Excellency the Landhofmeisterin had carried away the cloth. His Highness heard, and, starting up, commanded Roeder to bring it back forthwith.
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