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He had said in vain to his generals and adjutants, "We will dine." There was nothing to set before the king. When General Rothenberg brought this disagreeable news to the king, he said, laughing gayly: "Let us imagine ourselves to be Catholics, my friends, for the present, and it will be quite in order that we should fast on the day of a glorious victory.
The generals, the old Dessauer, Ziethen, Winterfeld, and the king's favorite, Rothenberg, with the ministers and councillor of state, placed themselves silently around the table. The eyes of all these experienced men, accustomed to battle and to victory, were steadily fixed upon the king. His youthful countenance alone was clear and bright; not a shadow was seen upon his brow.
"You! you!" said the king, pointing his finger threateningly at Rothenberg, "I am afraid of you. I believe you listen to and comprehend my most secret thoughts, and form your petition according to my wishes. I will, like a good-natured, easy fool, grant this request. "I thank your majesty," cried the general; "and now have the goodness to dismiss me I must make my preparations."
"And now," said Frederick, after a pause, "let me again be king. I must return to my duties." He seated himself at the table, and Rothenberg, after taking from the dispatch-bag a number of documents bearing the state seal, handed the king a daintily perfumed, rose-colored note. The king would not receive it, although a light flush mounted to his brow and his eyes beamed more brightly.
"Did you not say, sire, that you had left two friends ill in Berlin?" "Jordan and Kaiserling. You do not mean that Kaiserling also oh, no, no! that is impossible! Jordan is dead, and I knew that he must die; but Kaiserling will recover I feel, I know it." "Your majesty," said Rothenberg, "if I were a pious priest, I would say Kaiserling has recovered, for his soul has returned to God."
"The king was suffering severely yesterday from the wounds which the sharp thorns of the red rose had inflicted," said Rothenberg. "And did he not cruelly revenge himself?" cried Barbarina. "He left me for long hours kneeling at his door, wringing my hands, and pleading for pity and pardon, and he showed no mercy. But that is past, forgotten, forgiven.
"Ah, your majesty, he approached me with the proud mien of a conqueror," said Rothenberg, gladly entering into the jesting humor of the king. "We are more than ready to believe in the triumphs of the marquis at the court of Louis the Fifteenth." "The marquis has done wisely if he has left his heart in Paris," said Algarotti.
"Jordan's hand wrote these words for the last time; this idle title 'his majesty' and my tears have washed it away. Jordan! Jordan I am no longer a king, but a poor, weak man who mourns for his lost friend." He pressed the paper passionately to his lips; then placed it in his bosom, and turned once more to Rothenberg. "Tell me the rest, my friend; I am resigned to all things now."
The Misses Bridge, Miss Kinslow, Miss Neff and Miss Bell also looked attractive. Dr. Gates, Dr. Judell, Miss Simon, Mrs. Rothenberg, Mrs. Denson, Mrs. Dunn, Mrs. Yates, the Misses Hunter, Mrs. Barnard, Miss James, Mrs. Ross, A. W. Morton, Jr., and Mrs. Krull went to such a lot of trouble to get up their interesting costumes.
Suddenly arresting his steps, he glanced around the tent, as if in search of something. "Biche is not here," he said quietly; "bring Biche to me, my friend." But General Rothenberg did not move. "Well!" exclaimed the king. "Sire, they have taken Biche with them also." "Biche also, my faithful friend, my pet!" cried the king, with much emotion, as he again began his walk.
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