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Updated: June 17, 2025
As you stood looking into the fire just now I could see that something lay on your heart." "Don't bother me with your observations," exclaimed Egon impatiently. "Do you think I should never have a serious thought, when it may be we go into battle to-morrow?" Then he resumed his old position, and Stadinger, though silent, was unconvinced.
Egon stepped into the middle of the room, then he turned and said: "Hartmut!" "Herr lieutenant?" "Drop that now; we are alone. I did not think we would see one another so soon again." "And I hoped it would have been spared me, too," said Hartmut gloomily. "You come " "From headquarters, I heard that you were on picket duty on Chapel mountain. A fearful night for such a service."
The prince's hunting wagon stood before the castle of Rodeck. It was early in the day and the faint mist which yet hung over the hills concealed a bright, warm sun. Egon stepped out on the terrace dressed for the hunt, closely followed by the old steward, to whom he was speaking. "So you want to see the hunt, too, do you?" he asked.
Everywhere people stood together in couples and whispered with serious faces. The professor's daughters sat a little neglected on the verandah, talking together in low voices. At times Egon joined them and flirted with them in a half-hearted, absent-minded way.
The next moment the two friends were standing before the princess, and Egon presented the latest victim with an amiable smile. After the princess's abrupt departure, Herr von Wallmoden remained for a few minutes chatting with the little group which the irate lady had deserted.
May I not read this to you, and let his own words be his justification?" "If you desire." The words were spoken indifferently, but Adelheid's eyes sought the paper with an expression of keen interest. A few verses, written in a careless, hasty hand, covered the white page. Egon began to read.
"I do not understand the Roumanian tongue," responded Frau von Wallmoden, with a slight sneer; "and I imagine Herr Rojanow has not condescended to write in German." For answer Egon drew a paper from his pocket, and unfolded it. "You are prejudiced against my friend, I see, but I do not want to leave him in the false light in which he has placed himself in your eyes.
He nodded to Fellner, who had already grasped his hand and pressed it hard. A tear ran down his grey beard, and long after Muller had gone the old gentleman lay pondering over his last words. Berner led the visitor to the door. As he was opening it, Muller asked: "Has Egon Langen a bad scar on his right cheek?" Berner's eyes looked his astonishment. How did the stranger know this?
Hartmut was silent. No need to say that had he not been roused it would have been his last. Egon glanced uneasily at him; despite the uncertain light he saw how exhausted and spent the man before him was as he leaned against a pillar as if needing support. "I came with a commission which you can accept or not as you see fit," he began again.
"Yes, with you in Germany," Hartmut repeated slowly, as he fixed his eyes dreamily on the forest shadows. "Are you as much prejudiced against us as ever?" asked Egon. "I had to beg you hard enough to get you to come with me, for you seemed resolved never to put foot on German soil again." "I would I had not done so," said Rojanow, darkly. "You know "
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