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Updated: June 17, 2025
They had received an intimation that as far as their duty permitted they were to do all they could to enable this child of misfortune at last to complete his military service. Count Egon Plettau received these attentions with calm complacency. "Children," he used to say for so it was his habit to address his comrades "people know quite well that they owe me respect.
He also sought someone, but he was more fortunate than Prince Egon; casting a fleeting glance into the tower-room, the entrance to which was almost hidden by portieres and exotics, he saw the edge of a white satin train which swept the floor, and in the next second he stood upon the threshold. Adelheid von Wallmoden still sat on the same spot where her husband had left her.
I fear the old man won't live long; his letter sounded as though he were heart-broken." "My poor Egon!" Hartmut's voice told how deep was his sorrow for his loss. "He was so sunny, so amiable always. He seemed created for a long, cloudless life. Perhaps you would have been happier by his side, Ada, than with your wild, stormy Hartmut, who will so often vex you with the dark shadows of his life."
"If this icy exterior could be broken through one would find warmth and life beneath," Prince Egon had declared more than once, half jestingly. Now this transformation had been partially effected, slowly, almost imperceptibly.
I have heard things Egon, there's only one salvation for you you must marry!" "For heaven's sake! Anything but that!" exclaimed Egon, in such a voice of affright that the princess shut her fan with an angry snap, as she said in a sharp tone: "What do you mean by that?" "O, nothing but my own unworthiness to enter into such a holy state.
"Now you understand why I will force myself into the army at any price. On the battle-field I can expiate my boyhood's offense. When I saw in Sicily that war was imminent, I flew in haste to Germany. I hoped to be able to enter the service at once. I did not dream of the difficulties which I should encounter; but you can help me if you will." "No, I cannot," said Egon, coldly.
Egon was almost of this opinion himself. He related what had occurred to Hartmut as they drove along, and with a comical despair he concluded: "Now can you imagine what kind of a reception that most worshipful aunt of mine will give me? She evidently suspected that I wanted to keep her away from Rodeck. Now my morals are saved in her eyes, but at the expense of my love of truth.
Egon appeared to be unconscious; the blonde hair was thrown back, the eyes were closed, and under the mantle with which the man had covered him was the blood-soaked uniform. "Your highness!" said the old man in low, heart-rending tones. "Look at me, speak to me! It is your old Stadinger."
"Many a coward loses his hold when he knows there's a court martial ahead of him. Well, we'll see." The soldier stood waiting for his dismissal; not a muscle of his face moved, but he never lifted his eyes. Egon had recovered himself now, and he asked, in his coldest, most distant tones: "You belong to the seventh regiment?" "At your service, Herr lieutenant." "Your name?" "Joseph Tanner."
Rojanow gave him a surprised, searching look. "Why this morning?" "Ah, that's my secret," said Egon mischievously. "But here comes some one to join us. I hear steps on the stairs." Yes, there were steps coming up the old stone stairway, and a second later the bearded face of the old watchman peered out at the men on the platform. "Please be careful, my lady," he was saying.
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