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Updated: June 12, 2025
It was about noon when the two foresters appeared with their unconscious burden in their arms. Hartmut Rojanow had seen at a glance what was to be done. He had the injured man taken at once to Prince Adelsberg's room, sent off a messenger for the nearest physician, and gave intelligent orders concerning the sick man's treatment until the doctor should arrive.
That was what Rojanow did now, the same Rojanow who had had a city at his feet one short year before, who had been the honored guest at princely boards, whose successful work had not only placed the laurel wreath on his brow, but had brought him a fortune as well. And besides all this, he was General von Falkenried's son. Egon's breast heaved violently as he thought of it all.
"It always seems to me that the ice and snow will disappear as if by magic, and warmth and light burst out in full bloom in their stead. If Adelheid von Wallmoden were still free I believe I'd try the experiment." Rojanow, who had been lost in thought as he gazed steadily into the mist which yet shrouded the hills, turned around suddenly and violently now. "What experiment?
Has your highness any other orders for me?" "No, you old boor!" cried the prince, half amused, half angry. "Go on, now; we don't need any sermon on morals." Stadinger obeyed, he bowed low and marched off. Rojanow glanced after him and shrugged his shoulders with a sneer. "I admire your forbearance, Egon; you certainly permit your servants to speak very freely "
A right which Hartmut Rojanow well understood and illustrated in the exercise of his own unbridled will, which knew no law and no duty, and to which self-gratification was the highest good.
It was the only time he used the word "son;" he had called him Rojanow in telling the story, and he did it with a purpose now. For the first time there was a movement from the window, but it was a movement of anger. "I have no son, bear that in mind, Wallmoden. He died that last night at Burgsdorf, and the dead return no more."
So no one knew that Herr Rojanow was at Rodeck. Baron von Wallmoden's carriage was drawn up on a cold, dark morning before the door of the Prussian ambassador's residence. This time the drive was to be a long one, for servants brought out furs and robes and piled them on the seats. The ambassador, who had just risen from his breakfast, was taking leave of the Colonel.
Rojanow stepped close to the ambassador with an angry movement, as he retorted: "You are the friend of my father's youth, Herr von Wallmoden, and I, in my boyhood days, called you uncle. But you forget that I am no longer the boy whom you could order about and censure at pleasure. The man looks on all that as an insult."
No need to take life hard just because we may lose it any day." The old man looked keenly at his master. "Yes, the gentlemen were jolly enough, and you were the ring-leader, but your highness is not gay now." "I? What's the matter now? Why shouldn't I be gay?" "I don't know, but I see you are not happy," declared Stadinger. "When you were at Rodeck with Herr Rojanow you were quite different.
The remark had a somewhat unusual sound coming as it did from the mouth of a young girl; Rojanow thought so, at any rate, and he gave a slight mocking smile as he repeated: "If it lead to the goal! You are quite right, that is my idea too; but ladies generally cherish other opinions. They prefer to be carried quietly over all the rough places." "Not all!
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