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It was not in Dreiberg that he had seen him before. But where? Gretchen arrived with the tankard which she sat down at Carmichael's elbow. "Will you not join me, Herr?" he invited. "Thank you," said the vintner, without hesitation. He smiled at Gretchen and she smiled at him. Carmichael smiled at them both tolerantly. "What will you be drinking?" "Brown," said the vintner.
Through a drifting cloud of smoke he discerned a solitary figure approaching from the direction of Dreiberg, a youthful figure, buoyant of step, and confident. Herr Hoffman was rather interested. Ordinarily the peasant who came to this gate had his hat in his hand and his feet were laggard. Not so this youth. He paused at the gate and inspected the old man highly. "Herr Hoffman?" "Yes."
The ambassador from Jugendheit, Baron von Steinbock, was not popular in Dreiberg, at least not among the people, who still held to the grand duke's idea that the kingdom had been behind the abduction of the Princess Hildegarde.
"Herr Carmichael, I shall have the honor of escorting you back to Dreiberg." "But will it be as easy to go in as it was to come out?" "Trust you for that. The American consul's word will be sufficient for our needs." "And if I refuse to give that word?" "In that case, you will have to use your legs," curtly. "I prefer to ride." "Thanks. I shall sit with the driver." "That also will please me."
But finally, when William of Prussia and Franz Josef of Austria congratulated the duke, everybody else fell into line, and every troop in the duchy came to Dreiberg to the celebration. Then the world ran away in pursuit of other adventures, and forgot all about her serene highness. And was she happy with all this grandeur, with all these lackeys and attentions and environs? Who can say?
And the person I went to see was my old nurse, my foster-mother, with whom I spent the happiest, freest days of my life, in the garret at Dresden. Pouf! All mysteries may be dispelled if we go to the right person. So you are to be recalled?" "I have asked for my recall, your Highness." "And so Dreiberg no longer appeals to you? You once told inc that you loved it."
Ah, you have led me a merry dance, nephew, but I shall not forget!" He entered the tavern and applied for a room, haggling over the price. The nights in Dreiberg during September are often chill.
There was always some new phase in the character of this quiet and unassuming German. A plumber who was familiar with the classics was not an ordinary person. He raised his stein and Hans extended his. After that they smoked, with a word or two occasionally in comment. At that day there was only one newspaper in Dreiberg.
"So your royal highness will understand," said Herbeck, "that it was the simplest move I could make, and the safest. Were it known, or had it been known this morning, that the king of Jugendheit and the prince regent had entered Dreiberg in disguise and had been lodged in the Stein-schloss, there would have been a serious riot in the city. So I had you arrested as spies.
"Herbeck, your estates are confiscated, your name is struck from the civic and military lists. Have you any ready funds?" "A little, your Highness." "Enough to take you for ever out of this part of the world?" "Yes, your Highness." "You do not ask to be forgiven, and I like that. I have judges in Dreiberg. I could have you tried and condemned for high treason, shot or imprisoned for life.
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