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"He came in a close carriage, your Majesty, attended by two officers who left Bruehl the same night and whose names and persons are unknown to me. I do not know where he came from. I only know that they had taken the last relay of horses from Cologne." "You were not told his offence?" "I was told nothing, your Majesty, except that Monsieur Maurice was an enemy to the state, and " "And what?"
"Koenigsberg!" exclaimed my father in a tone of profound amazement. "The appointment, I believe, is worth six hundred thalers a year more than Bruehl," said the stranger. "But it has never been offered to me," said my father, in his simple straightforward way. "Of course I should prefer it but what of that? And what has Koenigsberg to do with Monsieur Maurice?" "Ah, true Monsieur Maurice!
He had borne all else with patience, but this last tyranny was more than he could endure without murmuring. He appealed to my father; but my father, though Governor of Bruehl, was powerless to help him. Hartmann had presented his instructions as a minister presents his credentials, and those instructions emanated from Berlin.
I seized the opportunity to escape, and stole up to my own room as rapidly and noiselessly as my trembling knees would carry me. I had my supper with Bertha that evening, and the Count ate at my father's table; but I afterwards learned that, though the Governor of Bruehl himself waited ceremoniously upon his guest and served him with his best, he neither broke bread nor drank wine with him.
The King left Bruehl that same afternoon en route for Ehrenbreitstein, and Monsieur Maurice went away the next morning in a post-chaise and pair, bound for Paris.
I have, indeed, evidence among our private papers to show that neither by those in authority at Berlin, nor by the prisoner himself, was he at any time informed either of the family name of Monsieur Maurice, or of the nature of the offence, whether military or political, for which that gentleman was consigned to his keeping at Bruehl.
Now my father's duties as Governor of Bruehl were very light so light that he had not found it necessary to set apart any special room, or bureau, for the transaction of such business as might be connected therewith.
It was towards the latter half of this year that, having now for the first time in his life a settled home in which to receive me, my father fetched me from Nuremberg where I was living with my aunt, Martha Baur, and took me to reside with him at Bruehl.
Hartmann had been about six weeks at Bruehl, and all was going on in the usual dull routine, when that routine was suddenly broken by the arrival of three mounted dragoons an officer and two privates whose errand, whatever it might be, had the effect of throwing the whole establishment into sudden and unwonted confusion.
My father looked at me, shook his head, and twirled his long grey moustache. "Bonapartist or Legitimist, again I say what doth he here?" muttered he presently, more to himself than to me. "If Legitimist, why not with his King? If Bonapartist then he is his King's prisoner; not ours. It passeth my comprehension how we should hold him at Bruehl."
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