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Updated: May 17, 2025
"But tell me, how did you get on at Whitsuntide, when the officers paid you their respects again?" I must tell you, sire, that when Herr Behnisch does not scold, it is a sure sign that I have behaved pretty well; and this time he did not." "Fritz, I believe you," said the king, "and you shall have the reward that you asked for stay here and play a little while.
I beg pardon most humbly," said the prince, with quivering voice and with tears in his eyes. "I have been punished enough, without that. Herr Behnisch would not let me go to the garden again, and I have never seen the eggs which I spent my last groschen for, nor the boys whom I had invited.
Tell me the truth, is your tutor satisfied with you?" "Sire, Herr Behnisch is never really pleased, but he has not scolded me much lately, so I must have been pretty good. One day he wrote 'Bien' under my French exercise.
He opened the drawer of his private writing-table, and took out a gold snuff-box, with his initials set in brilliants upon the cover; handing it to Herr Behnisch, he motioned him to retire, and thus spare him the expression of his gratitude. "Your majesty," stammered Herr Behnisch, with tears in his eyes, "I " "You are an honest man, and so long as you remain so, you can count upon me. Adieu!
I will write the instructions immediately, so that you may receive them to-day." Herr Behnisch bowed, backing out toward the door. "One thing more," cried the king, motioning with his Staff to the tutor. "In order that you may ever remember our interview, I will present you with a souvenir."
"Oh, your majesty, I wish there were no geography and history in the world, and then I should not have to study so cruelly hard, and I could play more. My mother sent me last week a new battledore and shuttlecock, but I can never learn to play with it. I no sooner begin, than Herr Behnisch calls me to study. To-day I was very cunning oh, I was so sly!
The battledoor was in the very depths of the pocket; only the point of the handle was visible. "Your majesty," cried Herr Behnisch, who had taken the approving exclamation of "very well" to himself "your majesty, I am very happy that you have the grace to approve of my petition for pocket-money."
He stretched out his little hand and crooked his fingers to seize it. "Come nearer! Herr Behnisch," said Frederick, who had observed the movement of the little prince, and who was amused at the thought of keeping him in suspense a little longer. Herr Behnisch moved forward, and the prince, frightened, remained standing with outstretched hand.
The king was sitting opposite the door, his hands folded upon his staff and his chin resting upon his hands, looking the tutor full in the face. Herr Behnisch bore it calmly; not a feature moved in his angular, wooden face. Near the tutor stood the little prince, his graceful, rosy, childlike face expressing eager expectation. "Approach!" said the king.
Herr Behnisch stepped forward a little, and remained standing. The prince glided noiselessly after him, keeping his eyes fixed on the tails of the flesh-colored satin coat with which the tutor had adorned himself for this extraordinary occasion. The prince smiled as he saw the pocket open and the feathers of the shuttlecock peeping out.
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