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Updated: June 15, 2025
They knew it was only here that great things happened, the division of riches and mob-rule. Beer was cheaper by the keg. The noise subsided. Gretchen spoke. "Her serene highness will not marry the king of Jugendheit." Every head swung round in her direction. "What is that you say?" demanded Herr Goldberg. Gretchen repeated her statement.
"My child," he began, taking Hildegarde's hand and drawing her toward a window-seat, "the king of Jugendheit asks for your hand." "Mine, father?" "Even so." "Then I am to marry the king of Jugendheit?" There was little joy in her voice. "Ah, we have not gone so far as that. The king, through his uncle, has simply made a proposal.
"They have arrested him as a spy from Jugendheit, and he is innocent. Save him, Highness!" "How can I save him?" "He is not a spy." "That must be proved, Gretchen. I can not go to the Stein-schloss and order them to liberate him." She lifted Gretchen to her feet. "I have been there, and they will not let me see him. I love him so!" "I can arrange that for you.
Hans spoke of a girl called Tekla." "Tekla? Ah, yes; Hans was in love with that doll-face." "Doll-face or not, Hans evidently loved her. She jilted him, and he did not care then what happened. His one desire was to leave Dreiberg. And this Gipsy brought the means and the opportunity." "Not Jugendheit?" "Who knows? Hans followed the band of Gipsies into the mountains.
"Which way have you been riding?" "Toward Jugendheit." "And you are returning?" With a short nod of her head she signaled for the two soldiers to fall back. The two looked at each other embarrassedly. "Pardon, Highness," said one of them, "but the orders of the duke will not permit us to leave you. There have been thieves along the road of late." Thieves?
On the contrary, I am an ogre. I have here a letter. I have given my word that its contents shall not be repeated to the duke, your father. If I let you read it, will you agree to that?" "And who has written this letter?" non-committally. "His majesty, the king of Jugendheit," slowly. "A letter from the king?" she cried, curious. "Should it not be brought to me on a golden salver?"
He was young, he said; and they offered him a thousand crowns. In a moment of despair he fell." "Despair? Did he confess to you the crime he committed?" "Yes." "Did he tell you to whom he sold his honor?" "That he never knew. A Gipsy from the hills came to him, so he said. "From Jugendheit?" "I say that he knew nothing. He believed that the Gipsy wanted her highness to hold for ransom.
One turn after another he counted, fixing as well as he could the topography of the town through which they were passing. At last he realized that they were leaving Dreiberg behind and were going down the mountain on the north side, toward Jugendheit. Once the level road was reached, a fast pace was set and maintained for miles.
He smoothed out a sheet of paper, affixed the state seal, and in a flowing hand wrote a diplomatic note, considering the proposal of his royal highness, the prince regent of Jugendheit, on behalf of his nephew, the king. This he placed in the diplomatic pouch, called for a courier, and despatched him at once for the frontier. The duke sought his daughter.
That she was not going to marry the king of Jugendheit did not alter his affairs in the least. It was all hopeless, absurd, and impossible. He must go. Some one was knocking on the door. "Come in." "A letter for your excellency," said the concierge. "Wait till I read it. There may be an answer."
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