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If I do not succeed in accomplishing my purpose, or if I should be arrested, I have lost my bet, and shall owe Baron Waltz one hundred louis d'or, which must be paid him by the commissioners of the Trenck estate." "And Trenck wrote this note himself?" said the king. "If your majesty is acquainted with Trenck's handwriting, you will perhaps have the goodness to examine it yourself."
Well, I thank you only as that is your desire. I will respect your warning and guard myself from the danger that you believe threatens me, but to do that, and at the same time to convince ourselves of Trenck's evil intentions, we must observe the most perfect silence in this whole affair, and you must promise me to speak of it to no one."
I will make a last attempt I will go to Trenck." The trusty baron made his toilet and hastened to Trenck's apartments. The young officer had lately taken a beautiful suite of rooms. He had his reception-rooms adorned with costly furniture and rare works of art. He had an antechamber, in which two richly- liveried servants waited to receive his orders.
"Who copied the letter?" asked Weingarten. "Doubtlessly Baron Trenck was not magnanimous enough to do that." "Baron Waltz is a great adept in imitating handwriting, and he happily possessed original letters of Trenck's," said Zetto, smilingly. "You will find it most natural that I should try to win my bet," said Baron Waltz.
They listened to all he had to say, and saw all he had to show, then broke their word, filled up the passage, and redoubled the chains and the watch. Notwithstanding this terrible blow, Trenck's trials were drawing to an end.
I see the first houses of Boslin. Fly! then, fly! it is high time! Alas, Trenck's eyes were blinded, and his ears were filled with dust. "Those whom demons will destroy, they first strike with blindness." Trenck's evil genius had blinded his eyes his destruction was sure. There remained no hope of escape. The carriage had reached the end of the wood and rolled now over the chausse to Boslin.
If I believed in the power of prayer, I would lie upon my knees night and day, and pray for God's blessing upon your effort. As it is, I can only follow you with my thoughts and hopes. Farewell!" "Your royal highness sends no reply to these lines, written with Trenck's heart's blood?" Amelia took the pen and wrote a few hasty lines upon the paper, which she handed Ranuzi.
Eight days had passed on leaden wings, and still he came not. This severe punishment for a small offence began to be resented by Trenck's comrades; they did not dare to murmur, but their countenances were clouded.
Trenck's first confinement was in 1746, when he was thrown into the Castle of Glatz, on a charge of corresponding with his cousin and namesake, who was in the service of the Empress Maria Theresa, and of being an Austrian spy.
Is this Trenck, the beautiful, the young, the light-hearted Trenck, the beloved of a princess, the darling of all the ladies, the envied favorite of the king? He has passed the tent of the king; behind him are his servants with his horses and his baggage; and then again hussars, who close the procession, the burial-procession of Trenck's happiness and freedom.
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