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Updated: September 23, 2025
"Go to your quarters and get a good night's rest after your journey; otherwise you'll be discovering resemblances throughout the whole garrison good-night!" Stadinger obeyed, and left for his own quarters at once. He shook his head as he went he was by no means satisfied with his master's peremptory dismissal of the subject.
I have had the greatest trouble already to house all the people your highness brought with you, and every day chests bigger than a house are arriving, and ever the same cry: 'Unpack that, Stadinger! Make a place for this, Stadinger. And hundreds of rooms empty in the other castles." "Stop grumbling, you old ghost of the woods, and make places," interrupted the prince.
"Yes, but it was Herr Rojanow for all that," said Stadinger, whose sharp eyes were not to be deceived. "To be sure the black locks were gone, and the proud, independent manner, but his voice was, the same!" "Do cease your senseless chatter," said Egon violently. "You know very well that Herr Rojanow is in Sicily, and now you find him in an orderly of the seventh regiment. It is really laughable."
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 prince answered him impatiently: "Indeed, and that's why you have run away and left things at sixes and sevens at Rodeck, despite all my solemn charges? I had not thought you would be so neglectful of duty." Stadinger looked at him quite puzzled. "But I came on receipt of your letter telling me to do so. You wrote me to fetch Lois from the hospital, so I started at once.
Among my servants are several lovely girls who are well worth looking at in their picturesque national costumes." Egon thought with a shudder, as he made this assertion, of the wretched old woman for whose appearance he had to thank the ever-watchful Stadinger, but he had not miscalculated the effect of his announcement.
"What is it? Where where is my master?" The man shook his head sadly and pointed to the window; the two officers hastened to it, but Stadinger lost no time in looking; he rushed out of the door and down the steps and across the little yard, and sank down with a piercing cry beside a litter which two soldiers were carrying, and upon which a tall, youthful form was stretched.
The well-known voice found its way to the dying man's ear; he opened his eyes slowly, and a faint smile crossed his face as he recognized his faithful servant. "My old ghost of the woods," he said softly; "and you are with me at the last." "But you'll not die, your highness," murmured Stadinger. His whole body was in a tremble, but he never took his eyes from his adored master.
Egon laughed as he said: "You see, Stadinger, what a prominent personage you are, and how much I talk about you; now I'll present you in all form; here, gentlemen, is Peter Stadinger, noted for his unfailing incivility and his everlasting moral lectures. He thinks that I need both to keep me in order and even here in the field he has followed me in order that he might keep up the friendly custom.
"First you place me in all sorts of embarrassments, and then you defend yourself by giving me a lecture." With that he went off with Rojanow to the carriage. Stadinger remained standing in a respectful attitude, for he never meant to be rebuked for lack of respect to "his highness." It never occurred to him to yield an inch of ground; that was for Prince Egon to do, but not for Peter Stadinger.
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