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Updated: May 13, 2025
I knew the voice; it was a confirmation of the fears which I had lately been at such pains to banish. It justified the forecast of Anton von Strofzin, and explained the wager of the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim for it was Rischenheim's voice. They caught hold of me and began to turn me on my back. Here I saw a chance, and with a great heave of my body I flung them from me.
"My mother's." "Ah! She takes lodgers?" The girl appeared vexed at his cautious approaches. "Tell me what you want to know," she said simply. "Then who's here?" "My lord the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim." "And what's he doing?" "He's lying on the bed moaning and swearing, because his wounded arm gives him pain." "And is nobody else here?"
"Not my mother?" "No." "Nor the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim?" "Him least of all. You must tell nobody. My business is very private, and Rischenheim doesn't know it." "I'll do all you tell me. But but Bauer knows." "True," said Rudolf. "Bauer knows. Well, we'll see about Bauer." As he spoke he turned towards the door. Suddenly the girl bent, snatched at his hand and kissed it.
His ascendency over Luzau-Rischenheim grew markedly greater after a visit which his cousin paid to him in Paris. From this time the young count began to supply him with resources. Thus armed, he gathered instruments round him and organized a system of espionage that carried to his ears all our actions and the whole position of affairs at court.
My wife and I were to accompany her; and I went to her now, where she sat alone, and asked if it were her pleasure to start at once. I found her thoughtful but calm. She listened to me; then, rising, she said, "Yes, I will go." But then she asked suddenly, "Where is the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim?" I told her how Bernenstein kept guard over the count in the room at the back of the house.
Anton went off, persuaded that he had scored a point against me. I could not see where. It was possible that the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim had gone to meet his cousin, equally possible that no such business claimed his care. At any rate, the matter was not for me. I had a more pressing affair in hand.
He would not have had it so; for I believe that he asked no better than to cross swords again with Rudolf Rassendyll and set his fortunes on the issue. Down below, the old woman was cooking a stew for her dinner, now and then grumbling to herself that the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim was so long away, and Bauer, the rascal, drunk in some pot-house.
"Like old times, isn't it, Sapt?" "Aye, sire, like the reign of good King Rudolf." Thus they made ready for the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim, while my cursed wound held me a prisoner at Wintenberg. It is still a sorrow to me that I know what passed that morning only by report, and had not the honor of bearing a part in it.
Receiving reassuring news of the royal slumbers, he proceeded to the quarters of the king's body-servant, knocked up the sleepy wretch, and ordered breakfast for the king and the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim at nine o'clock precisely, in the morning-room that looked out over the avenue leading to the entrance to the new chateau.
The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim did not make a very good breakfast. He sat opposite to the king. Colonel Sapt placed himself at the back of the king's chair, and Rischenheim saw the muzzle of a revolver resting on the top of the chair just behind his Majesty's right ear. Bernenstein stood in soldierly rigidity by the door; Rischenheim looked round at him once and met a most significant gaze.
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