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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Ah, I know her," said Falkenried with intense bitterness, "and because I know her I will protect my son from her at any price. He shall not breath the poisonous breath of her presence; no, not even for an hour. I do not under estimate the danger from Zalika's return, but as long as Hartmut remains at my side he is safe from her, for she will never come near me, I give you my word for that."
Then Hartmut Falkenried came home from his garrison on leave, and met the new family in the house of his friends. He saw Zalika, and his life's destiny was sealed. It was a sudden and blinding passion, for which one too often pays with the peace of a whole life. He forgot the wishes of his parents, their plans for his future, and his quiet, warm attachment for his youth's playfellow, Regine.
Falkenried glanced at it. "Counsellor Egern? I am glad of that. Tell the gentleman to come in." "You have a business engagement I see," said Wallmoden rising. "Then I'll not disturb you." "On the contrary I beg you to remain. I have had an intimation of this visit and its purpose, and know what will be the result of our conversation.
The Major was startled; he had not thought of such a possibility. "When were you to see her again?" he asked. "To-day, at this hour, at the lake in the wood. She is already waiting for me there." Falkenried had a fierce battle with himself; a voice within him warned him not to permit this meeting, but he felt that it would seem cruel for him to refuse.
At one time it looked as if they would be more closely allied, for their parents had planned a marriage between Lieutenant Falkenried, as he was then, and Regine Wallmoden. The young couple seemed to understand one another fully, and everything stood on the happiest footing, when an event occurred which put an abrupt termination to all their plans.
You have become the genuine son of your mother. Go your own way, and I'll go mine. But one thing I tell you, I command you! Never venture to connect the name of Falkenried with the dishonored name of Rojanow. Never let the world know who you are. Remember this warning, otherwise my blood be upon your head for I will make an end of it all."
The boy seemed almost staggered by this strange tone, vibrating with pain, which he had never heard in all his life before, and the defiance which was about to break forth anew, died on his lips. "Because I have had no flattering words and caresses for you, because I have been strict and severe in my training, have you doubted my love?" said Falkenried, even in that same strange tone.
She had nothing but jeers for forms and ceremonies which were sacred to him, only a shrug of the shoulders for his strict ideas of honor and propriety. Soon there were violent quarrels, and Falkenried recognized, too late, what his precipitancy had done for him.
But I knew not a moment was to be lost, so the same evening I gave Herbert the right to rescue his brother-in-law." "Naturally," muttered Falkenried with keen contempt. "Wise Herbert." "He left for Rome at once," continued Baroness von Wallmoden, "and returned eight days later with my brother.
He knew that Eschenhagen's regiment was going forward to open it, but that would not be done for a day or two. "We have thought of everything," continued the general, "but there isn't the faintest hope of doing anything. Falkenried will force them to close, he never turns back, and then he and hundreds, yes, thousands, of his men, will perish." He began his walk again, too excited to keep still.
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