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"For love of your king who is hungry, and has nothing to satisfy his craving." The countenance of the soldier, which had been so smiling, became earnest, and he murmured thoughtfully to himself, "The king has no bread!" "The king is hungry," repeated Rothenberg, almost imploringly. "The king is hungry," murmured the soldier, sadly, as he glanced at the bread in his hand.
There was an expression of such anxiety on the king's features, that Rothenberg was much moved. "I do not doubt, sire," he said, "that your favorite will be returned to you. Your majesty may well trust to that Providence which has vouchsafed you so glorious a victory." The king replied, smiling: "I will tell you a secret, my friend.
I wished to live an hour for myself, when I should have been reading these dispatches. We will go to work; here is the key of the dispatch bag; open it and take out the letters." The king then seated himself before the common deal table which stood in the centre of the tent, and assorted the papers which Rothenberg handed to him.
"Now my friend, my Pylades, we will allow ourselves an hour of rest, of recreation; I think we have earned it. Come and read aloud to me." "What shall I read to your majesty?" asked Rothenberg, evidently embarrassed. "You may read from Horace." "Your majesty does not know " said Rothenberg, hesitatingly. "What do I not know?" "That the pandours have carried off your camp library."
"You understood me from the beginning, and left me hanging, like Absalom, upon the tree. That was cruel, Rothenberg." "Cruel, but well deserved, sire. Why would you not make known your wishes clearly? Why leave me to guess them?" "Why? My God! it is sometimes so agreeable and convenient to have your wishes guessed. The murder is out. You will invite the beautiful Barbarina.
Oh, Rothenberg! when I speak of battle, I feel that I am young, that my heart is not of stone it bounds and beats as if it would break down its prison walls, and found a new home of glory and fame." "The heart of my king will be ever young; it is full of trust and kindliness." Frederick shook his head thoughtfully.
Restless and anxious the two cavaliers of the king paced the anteroom, turning their eyes constantly toward the door which led into the king's study, and which had not been opened since yesterday morning. For twenty-four hours the king had not left his room. In vain had General Rothenberg and Duke Algarotti prayed for admittance.
I told him it was irregular for us to receive the money, as you had no account with us, but that your London bankers were Darby, Drummond, and Rothenberg, Limited." "Quite right," Sir Charles murmured.
Well, my comparison is a little lame, but my despondency is real deeply seated as my friendship for you." "How! your majesty is melancholy? I understand this mood of my king," said Rothenberg. "It only takes possession of you the day before some great deed, and only then because the night before the day of triumph seems too long. Your majesty confesses that you are sad.
Biche began to bark with delight, nestle closely to her master, and look lovingly at him with her bright little eyes. "You have not forgotten me, my little Biche? Ah, if men were true, and loved me as you do, my faithful little dog, I should be a rich, a happy king!" General Rothenberg still stood at the half-opened door.
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