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Since that unfortunate catastrophe he has been turned to stone. You have seen him several times yourself, since then, and know he lives bereft of hope." Wallmoden's face clouded darkly, and his voice was very bitter as he replied: "Yes, that boy Hartmut has done for him, that's certain.
Falkenried put his hand on his son's arm and drew him nearer, while he continued: "Once I was ambitious, had proud hopes of life, great plans and projects, but I received a blow from which I could never recover. If I strive and struggle now, Hartmut, the only spur I have in life, besides my sense of duty, is you, my son. All my ambitions are centered in you.
The gun fell from his hands as he looked up to see Adelheid's face, white and despairing, looking into his own. Several minutes went by before either of them spoke. It was Hartmut who broke the silence finally. "You here, my dear madame?" he asked, forcing himself to speak quietly. "Why are you abroad in such unseemly weather?"
"At any rate, they are unbiased and candid," answered Hartmut, nettled by the reproof which lay in the last words. "I have been pretty much all over the world, and am just back now from the Orient.
The prince paced the little room in great excitement as soon as he was alone. His former friend had forced his way into the army notwithstanding. Joseph Tanner! He remembered perfectly to whom the name had belonged, and knew only too well whose hand had opened the way for Hartmut. What will not a woman do for the man she loves, what price will she not pay?
Even without her persuasion you were lost to me. You had your mother's features, and it was her blood which flowed in your veins, and sooner or later you were bound to come to your own. You became what you are a homeless adventurer who knows neither fatherland nor honor!" "That is too much!" cried Hartmut, almost wild now. "I will not be so insulted by any one, not even by you.
Then his lost confidence came back to him slowly, and banished the unjust doubts. Hartmut was atoning now for his boyish folly. As for the rest, his mother, and she alone, was to blame. It was about nine o'clock in the evening when the prince left his quarters in order to visit the commandant.
Well, you can both calm yourselves, his excellency her husband, has already secured the prize, and he'll never change her into a creature of warmth and light with those tiresome diplomatic speeches of his but the man is happy; he has had no end of good luck." "Call no man happy until his death," said Hartmut, half-aloud. "A very wise remark, only not quite original," answered Egon.
His father followed him with his eyes, again he heard the warning voice which came to him as a presentiment of coming evil, and he called his son back. "Hartmut, you'll be back in two hours? You give me your word for it?" "Yes, father." The answer sounded angry, but steadfast. "Very well, then I will treat you as a man. You have pledged your word and may go in peace; be punctual."
He fears that I would only join with my own countrymen to betray them, to be a spy!" He put his hands over his face, and his last words died out in a groan. Then he felt a hand laid gently on his arm. "The stigma lies in the name of Rojanow. Abandon that name, Hartmut. I bring you that for which you so ardently long your admission to the army."
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