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Nay, she even turned it over in her mind whether she should not offer herself as the Lady Ermentrude's sick-nurse, as being a less dangerous commodity than her little niece: but fears for the well-being of the master-carver, and his Wirthschaft, and still more the notion of gossip Gertrude Grundt hearing that she had ridden off with a wild lanzknecht, made her at once reject the plan, without even mentioning it to her husband or his niece.
Still Clubfoot was silent, but I noticed a bead of perspiration tremble on his forehead, then trickle down his ashen cheeks and drop splashing to the floor. Francis continued in the same deep, relentless voice. "I never thought I should have to soil my hands by ridding the world of a man like you, Grundt, but it has come to it and you have to die.
A tall, elegant man with grey hair and that indefinite air of good breeding that you find in every man who has spent a life at court, came out hurriedly. He looked pale and harassed. On seeing me, he stopped short. "Dr. Grundt? Where is Dr. Grundt?" he asked and his eyes dropped to my feet. He started and raised them to my face. The trooper had drifted out of earshot.
I have a message for you from Francis.... Yes, I have seen him here, this very night.... He says you must contrive at all costs to keep Grundt from going to the shoot at ten o'clock to-morrow, and to detain him with you from ten to twelve. That is all I know about it.... But Francis has planned something, and you and I have got to trust him.
I heard Desmond cry out: "Grundt;" Instantly I flung myself flat on my face in the flower bed, lest Desmond's shout might have alarmed the soldiers about the fire. But no one came; the gardens remained dark and damp and silent, and I heard no sound from the room in which I knew my brother to be in the clutches of that man. Desmond's cry pulled me together.
I must therefore request you to call on me personally at your earliest convenience, as I have several matters to settle with you. Yours faithfully, J. Grundt, Senior Master." They stood and looked at one another. Peer was crying chiefly, it must be admitted, at the thought of having to bid good-bye to all the Troen folks and the two cows, and the calf, and the grey cat.
Then he said suavely: "But has the stratagem succeeded, Your Majesty?" The monarch knit his brow and looked at me. "Well, young man, did it work?" "... Because," Plessen went on, "if so, Grundt must be in Holland. In that case, why is he not here?" My heart sank within me. Above all things, I knew I must keep my countenance. The least sign of embarrassment and I was lost.
"Semlin," echoed the other, " ah yes! the Embassy in Washington wrote about you but Grundt was to have come...." "Listen," I said, "Grundt could not come. We had to separate and he sent me on ahead...." "But ... but ..." the man was stammering now in his anxiety "... you succeeded?" I nodded. He heaved a sigh of relief. "It will be awkward, very awkward, this change in the arrangements," he said.
His eyes were never steady for an instant: now they searched my face, now they fell to the floor, now they scanned the ceiling. "Dr. Grundt and I succeeded in our quest, dangerous though it was. As your Majesty is aware, the ... the ... the object had been divided...." "Yes, yes, I know! Go on!" the other said, pausing for a moment in his rocking.
Before his waking, Christina had been at the priest's cell, and had received his last blessings and counsels, and she had, on the way back, exchanged her farewells and tears with her two dearest friends, Barbara Schmidt, and Regina Grundt, confiding to the former her cage of doves, and to the latter the myrtle, which, like every German maiden, she cherished in her window, to supply her future bridal wreath.
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