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Suddenly he stopped, and looked in astonishment at Count Falkenstein, who, perfectly unconcerned, was sitting in a corner of the room. "Great Heaven! his majesty, the emperor!" cried he, shocked, but recovering himself sufficiently to make a deep inclination. "Can your majesty pardon this unheard of oversight!"
After meditating on the knights proposal for some time, the Lord of Falkenstein pretended to be willing to give his consent but he attached a condition. I desire a carriage-drive to be made from the lowland beneath to the gate of my castle, and if you can accomplish this my daughters hand is yours but the feat must be achieved by to-morrow morning!
Of course, the incognito of a Count of Falkenstein, who travelled with such a suite, was not of much value to him; so that he had endured all the tedium of an official journey. This was all very proper in the eyes of Maria Theresa, who thought it impossible for Jove to travel without his thunder.
"They know that to Count Falkenstein nothing is impossible." replied Rosenberg. "To carry away France would not be a very hard matter to a man who has robbed the French people of their hearts." "Ah, bah! the French people have no hearts. They have nothing but imagination. There is but one man in France who has genuine sensibility and that one is their poor, timid young king.
"But everybody is in the secret, sir; and all Paris is longing for a sight of Count Falkenstein, of whom all sorts of delightful anecdotes are circulated. He is affability itself, and speaks with men generally as if they were his equals." "And pray," said the stranger, laughing, "is he made differently from other men?" The host eyed his interrogator with anger and contempt.
"It would be a miracle," she said to herself, "and miracles do not happen; therefore this has not happened. Presently, I shall wake up in my own bed at Falkenstein." Now, Benson, William, and Thomas brought in the coffee, but the queen took no notice.
Those about her Majesty ardently wished to see at Versailles a prince so worthy of his rank. At length the coming of Joseph II., under the title of Count Falkenstein, was announced, and the very day on which he would be at Versailles was mentioned. The first embraces between the Queen and her august brother took place in the presence of all the Queen's household.
About the middle of the thirteenth century, there was a stately castle near Kaub which was inhabited by Count Philip of Falkenstein. There he lived very happily with his beautiful sister Guta, who was as good as she was fair. Numerous knights had sought to win her love, but none had achieved this conquest, the castle maiden having no desire to exchange her brother's hospitable home for any other.
Thus it came about that Archbishop Werner of Falkenstein, owner of the grim fortress of Stolzenfels and a wealthy and powerful Churchman, was an amateur of the hermetic art, while his Treasurer, who was by no means rich, was also by way of being an alchemist.
To-day we dine en famille, and my brothers and sisters are impatient to welcome Count Falkenstein to Versailles." A modest hackney-coach stood before the door of the little Hotel de Turenne, in the Rue Vivienne.
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