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Updated: October 15, 2025
She was the most beautiful woman in all Germany, and she sang like one of those Italian nightingales. I recall her when I was a boy. I would gladly have died at a word from her. All loved her. The king of Jugendheit wanted her, but she loved the grand duke. So the Princess Hildegarde has come back to her own? God is good!" And Grumbach bent his head reverently.
And she recounted picturesquely her adventure in the royal gardens, and all hung on her words in a kind of maze. It was all very well to shout, "Down with royalty!" it was another matter to converse and shake bands with it. "Hurrah!" shouted the vintner. "Long live her highness! Down with Jugendheit!" There was a fine chorus. And there was a fine tableau not down on the evening's program.
All the kings she had met had something the matter with them, crooked legs, weak eyes, bald, young, or old, and daft over gaming-tables and opera-dancers. And the one man among them all at least she had been informed that the king of Jugendheit was all of a man had politely declined. There was some chagrin in this for her, but no bitterness or rancor.
Remember, Jugendheit will always welcome you. I must be going. I have much to do between now and midnight. The good God will unravel the snarl." "Or forget it," cynically. "Good-by, Ludwig." There was a hand-clasp, and the mountaineer took himself off. The clock-mender philosophically reached for his tools.
She was a princess, indeed, as she stood there, fearless, resolute, beautiful. And her very beauty gave recurrence to his wrath. A fool of a king he was, a fool of a king! "My dear child," he said, "I have suffered too much at the hands of Jugendheit. It was my daughter the first time; it is my honor now," proudly. "Will it balance war and devastation?" the girl asked quietly.
I suppose it is because I have known years of freedom, freedom of action, of thought, of speech. These habits can not change at once. In fact, I do not believe they ever will. But the duke, my father, is good; he understands and trusts me. Ah, but I shall lead some king a merry life!" with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Frederick of Jugendheit?" "Is it true that you have not heard yet?
Directly after, he hurried off to the Jugendheit embassy. An hour later Gretchen appeared before Fräu Bauer. Gretchen had gone home immediately after the termination of the fight in the garden. It had been the will of her lord and master for her to remain at home throughout the day; but this she could not do. She was worried. "He was not hurt, Fräu?" she asked timidly. "Oh, no!
Are we, then, afraid of Jugendheit?" "No!" roared his auditors, banging their stems and tankards. The vintner joined the demonstration, banging his stein as lustily as the next one. "Have you thought what this marriage will cost us in taxes?" "What?" "Thousands of crowns, thousands! Do we not always pay for the luxuries of the rich? Do not their pleasures grind us so much deeper into the dirt?
"Have you gone forward any?" "Like Sisyphus! I had begun to give up hope, when the Gipsy I was seeking was seen by one of my agents. He alone knows the secret. And I am waiting, waiting. But you believe, Ludwig?" "Carl, you are as innocent of it all as I am or as my brother was. Come with me to Jugendheit." "No, Ludwig, this is my country, however unjustly it has treated me." "Yes, yes.
Your highness is always letting your personal wounds blur your eyesight. Some day you will find that Jugendheit is innocent." "God hasten the day and hour!" "Yes, let us hope that the mystery of it all will be cleared up. You are just and patient in everything but this." Herbeck idled with his quill.
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