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Updated: June 12, 2025
Egon's eyes fell to the ground, and the shadows which had disappeared when the baroness entered the room, come back now, darker than ever. "Yes!" he answered coldly. "Rojanow is again in Germany." "Since the declaration of the war?" "Yes, he came " "In order to enter the army? O, I knew it!" The prince looked at her in great surprise. "You knew it, baroness?
Herr Rojanow has a very contemptuous opinion of our country, I can assure you. He expressed himself most forcibly to that effect, the other day in the wood." The prince listened attentively. These words explained to him what he had at first thought so singular; why Hartmut had not mentioned to him the meeting with the baroness.
Hartmut Rojanow already wore the laurel wreath, and that was enough, surely, to obliterate the past. It should and must be enough; and it was this thought which blazed from Hartmut's eyes as he looked toward the ambassador's box last night. But could he look thus into his father's eyes? Despite all his defiance he feared those eyes, and them alone, in all the world.
"Explain all? All what?" "Many things about which none of the people here, not even your friend Prince Adelsberg, know. Listen to me, Herr Rojanow. I will not do this except it is forced upon me, for I have an old and dear friend to spare.
Adelheid rose, and supporting herself against a chair, spoke in an eager, excited, trembling tone. "And what did he say when you accused him?" "Rojanow, do you mean? I haven't seen him again and do not intend to. It is better to spare both him and me. He is at the Rodeck forestry awaiting an answer from me. I sent him three lines telling him what I had learned, without one word of comment.
"There must be nice goings on at Rodeck anyway, which keep you there with that young foreigner who is another of the curiosities you brought from the Orient. He looks like an out and out brigand." "My friend Rojanow? He longs for the honor of being presented to you above all things. I may introduce him now, may I not?" and without waiting an answer, he hurried away to fetch Hartmut.
But you bear the name of Rojanow " "That was my mother's name, she belonged to a Roumanian Bojarin family. My own name is Hartmut von Falkenried." "Falkenried? That was the name of the Prussian officer who came from Berlin with the secret despatches to the duke. Is he a kinsman of yours?" "He is my father."
Maybe he is a half-heathen, or Turk; he looks enough like one, with his dark face and strange eyes. And the fellow, with his airs and orders acts as if he were the lord and master of Rodeck. But he's as handsome as a picture, handsomer even than our prince, who, by the way has given orders that Herr Rojanow is to be obeyed in all things just like himself."
It seemed as if, in casting from him the name of Rojanow, he cast with it the unholy heritage of her who had borne him. The dark curly locks were beginning to grow again over the high, broad forehead, so like his father's. The young wife by his side, so beautiful, so winning always, was lovelier than ever now, for joy and happiness had set their seal on her bright, girlish face!
You are a Roumanian " "No, no!" exclaimed Rojanow, passionately. "Have you never seen, never felt that I am a German?" The effect of this declaration was not so great as Hartmut had feared. The prince looked steadily at him for a minute, then he said: "I have thought that for some time. The man who wrote 'Arivana' never learned the German language as part of his education; it was born in him.
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