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"I fought it over and over in my own mind when I was alone at Burgsdorf, and honestly tried to keep my word. I thought it might be possible; then I came here and saw you again the other evening in 'Arivana' and then I realized that all my struggling had been in vain.
"I thank you," said Adelheid, extending her hand for them, but he only handed her the fan. "I beg your pardon I wrote my 'Arivana' upon the veranda of a little Indian house where these lovely flowers were gleaming through the dark foliage on all sides, and to-day they greet me here again in the cold north. May I not keep this blossom?" Adelheid made a little impatient motion.
A promise given thoughtlessly and blindly could be broken, but what then? Yes, then came the fate which Hartmut had pictured so beautifully, yet so vividly. Will was fully determined to transfer the lesson which Arivana had taught him to Burgsdorf. Surely the punishment invoked by the furious priestcraft, would be no worse than the vial of Frau von Eschenhagen's wrath.
"He has taken it into his head to have my 'Arivana' brought out on the stage." "'Arivana? A singular title." "It is an oriental name taken from an Indian legend, but its poetical witchery made such an impression upon me that I could not resist the temptation to create a drama from it." "And the heroine of this drama, is she called 'Arivana?" asked the baroness.
It's nothing very great or romantic, like 'Arivana." "Addressed to her of course?" hazarded Hartmut. "Yes, to her," Willibald admitted with a deep sigh; and now his listener laughed out loud and clear. "Well, you are a model son, one must concede that.
His arrogant self-consciousness clung to him even in this hour. He was the author of "Arivana," who acknowledged neither obligation nor duty. "The boyish trick," said Falkenried in a harder voice than ever. "Yes, that's what they called it in order to make it possible for me to remain in the service. I called it something else, and many of my comrades with me.
"Let us end this interview," she said, earnestly. "You will seek no second one, I believe that; but one word more before we part. You are a poet. I have felt that in spite of everything, as I have learned to know your work. But poets are teachers of mankind, and can lead to good or to ill. The wild flame of your 'Arivana' springs from a life which you, yourself, seem to hate.
You and your kind have not the capacity for loving." Rojanow was silent from surprise. Who had taught her to read him so nearly aright? He had not even acknowledged to himself how closely the love and hate were united in his breast. "And you say this to the author of Arivana?" he exclaimed with bitterness. "My drama has been called the ode to love, and "
You witnessed the glittering success of his 'Arivana' on that first night; which success has been repeated in many cities since then; the drama has fairly taken the people by storm, and the poet who has done it all flees from the world, even from me, and buries himself, God knows where. I cannot understand it. Upon my soul, I cannot understand it."
The young, handsome and genial stranger, surrounded as he was with a halo of romance and mystery, had only to appear to have all eyes turned upon him. Soon after the return of the court to the city, the rehearsals for "Arivana" began, and its author and Prince Egon had the matter in charge.
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