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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Oh, your excellency, I had ranged myself along with all his other household officers at the side of his traveling carriage, and the Prince very condescendingly held out his hand to me, yes, he even tried to smile. 'Gabriel Nietzel, he said, 'make all speed to reach Berlin right soon.
"Gabriel?" echoed the count hastily and at the top of his voice, for the musicians played so loud that a man could hardly hear his own voice, even though he shouted. "Only Gabriel, nothing further?" "Yes, most gracious sir," screamed the chamberlain, "he did call a second name; but I confess I did not pay much attention to it. I believe, though, it was Nietzel.
We must speak of that, even should it not please your excellency. On Sunday your banquet takes place; on that day I should like to set off for Italy with my wife and child, and leave Germany forever." "Do so, Master Nietzel, I strongly advise you to do so." "Will your excellency condescend to assist me thereto?" "Joyfully, from the bottom of my heart, my dear Nietzel. You would travel to Italy.
He bowed low and reverentially, then strode hastily toward the door. "Gabriel Nietzel, one word more!" called out the count, as the painter stood with his hand already upon the door knob. He turned and slowly came back. "Master Gabriel Nietzel," continued the count, with a mocking laugh, "be so good as to give me the Electress's letter."
"Well," cried the count, when a few minutes later Gabriel Nietzel entered the cabinet "well, now tell me, master, what brings you here so early. My appointment with you was not until this evening." "Forgive me, your excellency, but in the joy of my heart I thought you might perhaps bestow a moment upon me. I only wished to let your excellency know that it has turned out exactly as I hoped.
I give you free choice. Make your own unbiased decision." "I have no longer any choice," groaned Gabriel Nietzel. "Your excellency well knows that I have no choice. I love life; I have not courage to die, therefore I am your slave." "Not at all; you are court painter to her highness the Electress, and shall retain your office if you behave yourself wisely and discreetly.
By the memory of that oath I now require you, Gabriel Nietzel, to lay your hand upon my child's head, and solemnly swear to me, by God, by our child, and by your love for me, to do exactly what I shall now demand of you." With reverential, timid admiration Gabriel Nietzel looked into Rebecca's countenance, which was beaming with energy and beauty.
"Well, Master Gabriel Nietzel, here you are," said Count Schwarzenberg, greeting the painter, who had just entered, with a gracious nod. "And it must be granted that you are a very punctual man, for I agreed to meet you here at Spandow by twelve o'clock, and only hear, the clock is just now striking the hour."
"Would you murder me?" exclaimed the count in horror, while moving slowly backward. Keeping his eyes fixed upon Gabriel Nietzel, he sought to gain the door to his bedchamber. But Nietzel guessed his design and disdainfully shook his head. "Do not take that trouble," he said. "I have abstracted both keys and put them in my pocket. You can not escape me."
"He has invited you to a feast, which is to take place on Sunday. At that feast you are to be poisoned." The Electoral Prince started, and a transient flush gleamed upon his cheeks. "Whence know you that, Gabriel Nietzel?" "I beseech you ask me no questions, but believe me. Will your highness do so? dare I speak further?" "Well, I will believe you. Speak further, Master Gabriel."
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