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Updated: June 14, 2025
Soon I shall be shaking the dust of Dreiberg, and I want to know beforehand what this Chinese puzzle is. What did you do that compelled your flight from Ehrenstein?" Grumbach's pipe hung pendulent in his hand. He swung it to and fro absently. "I am waiting. Remember, you are an American citizen, for all that you were born here.
She was always busy in the morning. The tinkle of the bell outside brought her to the door, and her two goats came pattering in to be relieved of their creamy burden. Gretchen was fond of them; they needed no care at all. The moment she had milked them they went tinkling off to the steep pastures. Even in midsummer the dawn was chill in Dreiberg. She blew on her fingers.
"She lives in Dreiberg, and till this morning I doubt if I ever saw her before." The Herr Direktor stared blankly from her highness to Gretchen, and back to her highness again. Then he grasped it. Here was one of those moments when the gods make gifts to mortals. "Can you read music?" he asked. "No, Herr," said Gretchen. "That is bad. You have a great voice, Fräulein. Well, I shall teach you.
He longed to peer through the great iron fence, but he smothered this desire. He would find out what he wanted to know when he met Carmichael at the consulate. Here the bell in the cathedral struck the tenth hour; not a semitone had this voice of bronze changed in all these years. It was good to be here in Dreiberg again. Should he ask the way to the Adlergasse? Perhaps this would be wiser.
Is that all you have? Tell me what you know, man, or I shall have you shot in the morning, immunity or no immunity! Quick!" "Highness," said the Gipsy, thoroughly alarmed, "this is how it happened. My band was staying at the time in Dreiberg. We told fortunes and exhibited an Italian puppet-show. The letter came first. I was poor and sometimes desperate.
Dreiberg might have waked up some fine morning to learn that for a second time her princess had been stolen, and that there was a vacancy in the American consulate. How many times had he been seized with the mad desire to snatch the bridle of her horse and ride away with her into a far country! How often had his arms started out toward her, only to drop stiffly to his sides! March hares!
The consul went over the papers, viséed them, and handed them to their owner. "You will have no trouble going about with those," Carmichael said listlessly. "How long will you be in Dreiberg?" "I do not know," said Grumbach truthfully. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "There is only one thing," answered Grumbach, "but you may object, and I shall not blame you if you do.
On the way, it all came back to Carmichael with the vividness of a forgotten photograph, come upon suddenly: Bonn, the Rhine, swift and turbulent, a tow-headed young fellow who could not swim well, his own plunge, his fingers in the flaxen hair, and the hard fight to the landing; all this was a tale twice told. Vintner? Not much! It was dawn when they began to pull up the road to Dreiberg.
My teacher was a kind priest. But he never knew that, with knowledge, he was to open the gates of discontent." "Then you are not happy with your lot?" "Is any one, Herr?" quietly. "And who might you be, and what might you be doing here in Dreiberg, riding with the grand duke?" "I am the American consul." Gretchen took a step back. "Oh, it is nothing that will bite you," he added.
For she had known his every move since the train drew out of Dreiberg. "Father, here is our friend, Herr Carmichael." "Carmichael?" said Herbeck slowly.. "Ah, yes. Good morning." And Carmichael instantly comprehended that his name recalled nothing to the other man's remembrance. "You are returning to America?" she asked. "For good, perhaps.
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