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Updated: August 14, 2024
But long after the automobile containing Mettlich and two secret agents was on the road toward the mountains, he tossed on his narrow bed. To what straits had they come indeed! He closed his eyes wearily. Something had gone out of his life. He did not realize at first what it was. When he did, he smiled his old grim smile in the darkness. He had lost a foe.
Nor could Karl, roused by a terrified valet, make much more of it. When the man had gone, Karl lay back among his pillows and eyed his agent. "So Mettlich is here!" he said. "A hasty journey. They must be eager." "They must be in trouble," Kaiser observed dryly. And on that uncomplimentary comment King Karl slept, his face drawn into a wry smile.
Not for nothing had Mettlich studied the people, read their essential simplicity, their answer to any appeal to the heart. These men were men of family. Surely no father of a son could see that lonely child and not offer him loyalty. With the same wisdom, he had given the boy small instruction, and no speech of thanks. "Let him say what comes into his head," Mettlich had reasoned.
"The Germans have not our problem, sire," he said, and stuck up his mustache. "I'm not going to raise the boy a prisoner," insisted the King stubbornly. Kings have to be very stubborn about things. So many people disapprove of the things they want to do. Suddenly General Mettlich bent forward and placed a hand on the old man's knee.
"At any time," said General Mettlich, and was grimly silent. It was really no time for such a speech. But there is never a good time for bad news. "Well?" inquired the King, after a time. "You have something to suggest, I take it." The old soldier cleared his throat. "Sire," he began, "it is said that a chancellor should have but one passion his King. I have two: my King and my country."
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