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Updated: June 10, 2025
I am the son of Kuno von Rieseneck. I have Herr von Greifenstein's permission to pay my last duty to my dead father. Frau von Sigmundskron raised her gentle eyes in astonishment and looked from one to the other of the two men. 'Rex is my best friend, said Greif. 'He needed no permission of mine to come here. I will explain all at another time.
In spite of all, Rieseneck was his guest and had come to him for protection, and he would not insult him. 'You shall be safe to-morrow night, he said, controlling his tongue. But Rieseneck had heard the first word, and knew what should have followed it. He turned a little pale, bronzed though he was, and he let his hand rest upon the back of a chair beside him.
She dragged herself to her accuser's feet and threw her arms about his knees. 'Mercy! she could not utter any other word. 'You see, said Rieseneck. 'She is alive, she knows me! 'Mercy! groaned the wretched creature, fawning upon him with her wasted hands. 'Down, beast! answered the tall old man with savage contempt. 'There is no mercy for such as you.
As Rieseneck and Greifenstein had been half-brothers, so were Greif and Rex; as their fathers had loved one woman, so they also both loved Hilda; as the elder pair might have been, but for the woman who wrought their destruction, honourable, brave and earnest men, so were their sons in reality the difference lay not so much between the fathers and the sons, as between one woman and the other, between Clara Kurtz and Hilda von Sigmundskron.
His plan was to start in the early dawn of the next morning with guns and dogs as though for a shooting expedition, to ride as far as possible, then to leave the horses and to cross the frontier into Switzerland. Nothing could be easier, and he knew that Rieseneck was aware of the fact from his knowledge of the locality.
'I have something to say, she began, 'and something to give you. This letter is yours. It was found in the room, sealed, directed and stamped, as though it were to be posted, as it would have been had you not come. Nothing has been discovered for Greif, and this must have been written by Herr von Rieseneck. You are older than Greif, though he is brave enough, poor fellow. Here it is.
She did not know who the stranger was, whose coming seemed to have led to the final catastrophe. She guessed indeed that he must be Rieseneck, but there was no evidence of his identity. It was not until she had been three hours in the house that she extracted from one of the servants an account of what had occurred before the three had so suddenly left the dinner-table.
As he sat there, conversing with Rex, he attached an amount of importance to the situation which would have amazed him, had he known that of which both were ignorant, namely, that Rex was his half-brother as certainly as Rieseneck was half-brother to old Greifenstein.
Perhaps he regretted having shown his brother, even by the suggestion of a phrase, what was really in his heart, and the feeling of the ancient guest-right made him relent a little. 'Sit down, he added, as Rieseneck seemed to hesitate. 'It will be necessary that you dine with us and meet my wife. We must not excite suspicion. 'You are married then? said Rieseneck.
He stood still before the table and looked out through the open window into the bright summer air. Presently he spoke to himself in a low, distinct voice. 'It is best, he said decisively. 'I, Horst von Rieseneck, stand here to die, because I love my brother's wife. I die of my own free will.
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