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Updated: June 12, 2025
After a man had spent a couple of hours in her service, he did deserve something more than a contemptuous dismissal, even though she had found it necessary to keep him at a distance. "I have taken too much of your time already," she said, unbending a little. "You have introduced yourself to me, Herr Rojanow, and I must, in return, tell you my name before I say good morning Adelheid von Wallmoden."
"I told the gentleman that," explained the servant, "but he said he'd like Herr Rojanow to hear his name, anyway Willibald von Eschenhagen." Hartmut rose suddenly from his reclining position; he did not believe he had heard aright. "What name, did you say?" "Von Eschenhagen here is the card." "Ah show him up. Hurry!"
Rojanow halted abruptly and cast a quick glance up and down, to see if any means of crossing were to be found, but his eyes could discover nothing, and turning to his companion, he said: "I fear we are in an unpleasant situation here. This stream barricades our path completely.
The meeting was so sudden that Adelheid lost her self-possession. She drew back as if seeking protection among the trees beneath which she had been standing, and stared at him with the eyes of a wounded animal watching the pursuing hunter. Rojanow did not appear to perceive this. He bowed and asked hastily: "Are you alone, baroness? The accident was not serious, then?" "What accident?"
"I found, on the contrary, that his memory was very fresh; above all, this faithful old servant of your house is trustworthy, circumspect " "And rude," interrupted Egon, sighing. "You can have no idea of the incivility in which old Peter Stadinger's whole nature is steeped. He tyrannizes most terribly over Herr Rojanow and myself. I have thought seriously of putting him out of the way."
You'll have to be on your guard, too, for the name of Rojanow will be on every one's lips for the next few days. He's had luck this time, like all adventurers!" Willibald made no answer to this, but he felt that something beyond adventurer's luck had come to the author of Arivana.
"Please," he repeated, in a lower, more pleading tone, as he pressed his lips to the purple-red blossom; but this last motion seemed to break the spell. Adelheid reached her hand out suddenly. "I must insist upon your giving me my flower, Herr Rojanow. It is for my husband." "Indeed, then, I beg your pardon, madame."
Rojanow spoke the name half-aloud, with a certain hesitation, and gave her a triumphant glance as he saw the same lowering of the head over the flowers as when he first spoke; he came a few steps nearer now while he continued: "I heard the name for the first time on Indian ground, and it had for me a strangely sweet sound, so I adopted it for my character, and now I learn here that it is, in this country, but the abbreviation of a German name."
He fears that I would only join with my own countrymen to betray them, to be a spy!" He put his hands over his face, and his last words died out in a groan. Then he felt a hand laid gently on his arm. "The stigma lies in the name of Rojanow. Abandon that name, Hartmut. I bring you that for which you so ardently long your admission to the army."
Adelheid plucked the petals of her flower as they walked on slowly, then said in a low tone, as she looked with intense interest into the prince's face: "And when did Herr Rojanow leave Germany?" "In the beginning of December. Shortly before that he had gone to Rodeck to spend a few days; that was immediately after 'Arivana' was brought out.
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