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Old Burgsdorf's growl now became almost a shriek of pain. "It is unheard of," he said, in quite an audible voice. With a proud movement of the head the Elector turned to him. "Burgsdorf," he said, "you were to learn to wait; be silent, then, as becomes an humble scholar." Again the Elector turned to the chamberlain. "That is all I have to say to you, Schulenburg.
You are both to proceed to Poland and announce my father's death to King Wladislaus. That is your affair specially, John von Kospoth. Again a passionate murmur proceeded from the window, and Burgsdorf's flushed, angry countenance appeared between the silk curtains. The Elector saw this by a furtive glance, and again something like a smile passed over his countenance.
The Electoral Prince went to the door and opened it. "Colonel von Burgsdorf, come in!" "Here I am, most gracious sir, here I am!" cried Burgsdorf's rough voice, and with clashing sword and glittering corselet Conrad von Burgsdorf entered the room. The Electoral Prince nodded to him, and then turned to the painter, who humbly and with lowered head had crept away toward the door.
"But I know some one who has not merely the title but the office itself, and that person is the Margrave Ernest von Jägerndorf. Herr von Metzdorf, come in!" In answer to Burgsdorf's loud call a young officer advanced through the door leading from the adjacent room, which had been left ajar, and stood on the threshold awaiting further orders.
Rushing across to his writing table, whose empty drawers were stretched wide open, he tore one out and thrust his arm into the vacant space. "The secret compartment," he cried triumphantly. "Old Burgsdorf's keen scent failed him this time. Here it is, safe and inviolate. Here!" When he drew forth his hand it contained a small box, which he opened by touching a spring.
"That is Burgsdorf's voice!" cries Count Schwarzenberg, and spurs his horse with such violence that it rears and then shoots forward, swift as an arrow from a bow. But the pursuers, too, dash forward, as if borne upon the wings of the wind, and the distance between them constantly grows less.
The sealing he could not prevent, but he had the satisfaction of seeing the soldiers fail in discovering the hiding place of his steward after making the strictest possible search, as well as of witnessing Colonel Burgsdorf's disappointment on opening Count Adolphus's own writing desk to find it perfectly empty. "I said so," growled Burgsdorf.
He looked full in the colonel's bloated and wine-flushed face with a cold, proud glance, and smiled when he saw how Burgsdorf's brow darkened and his eyes flashed with fierce hatred. "You will remain standing, Sir Stadtholder, so long as God and the Elector please," said Burgsdorf slowly.
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