The Colonel's countenance lighted as he took the paper; the silver spectacles were hurriedly replaced. `Ha!' he said, `Alexandrines, the tragic metre. I shall cherish this, your Highness, like a relic; no more suitable offering, although I say it, could be made. " Dieux de l'immense plaine et des vastes forêts .' Very good,' he said, `very good indeed!
" Et du geôlier lui-même apprendre des leçons ."
Most handsome, begad!'
`Come, Governor,' cried the Countess, `you can read his poetry when we are gone. Open your grudging portals.'
`I ask your pardon,' said the Colonel. `To a man of my character and tastes, these verses, this handsome reference -- most moving, I assure you. Can I offer you an escort?'
`No, no,' replied the Countess. `We go incogniti, as we arrived.
We ride together; the Prince will take my servant's horse. Hurry and privacy, Herr Oberst, that is all we seek.' And she began impatiently to lead the way.
But Otto had still to bid farewell to Dr. Gotthold; and the Governor following, with his spectacles in one hand and the paper in the other, had still to communicate his treasured verses, piece by piece, as he succeeded in deciphering the manuscript, to all he came across; and still his enthusiasm mounted. `I declare,' he cried at last, with the air of one who has at length divined a mystery, `they remind me of Robbie Burns!'
But there is an end to all things; and at length Otto was walking by the side of Madame von Rosen, along that mountain wall, her servant following with both the horses, and all about them sunlight, and breeze, and flying bird, and the vast regions of the air, and the capacious prospect: wildwood and climbing pinnacle, and the sound and voice of mountain torrents, at their hand: and far below them, green melting into sapphire on the plains.
They walked at first in silence; for Otto's mind was full of the delight of liberty and nature, and still, betweenwhiles, he was preparing his interview with Gondremark. But when the first rough promontory of the rock was turned, and the Felsenburg concealed behind its bulk, the lady paused.
`Here,' she said, `I will dismount poor Karl, and you and I must ply our spurs. I love a wild ride with a good companion.'
As she spoke, a carriage came into sight round the corner next below them in the order of the road. It came heavily creaking, and a little ahead of it a traveller was soberly walking, note-book in hand.
`It is Sir John,' cried Otto, and he hailed him.
The Baronet pocketed his note-book, stared through an eye-glass, and then waved his stick; and he on his side, and the Countess and the Prince on theirs, advanced with somewhat quicker steps. They met at the re-entrant angle, where a thin stream sprayed across a boulder and was scattered in rain among the brush; and the Baronet saluted the Prince with much punctilio. To the Countess, on the other hand, he bowed with a kind of sneering wonder.
`Is it possible, madam, that you have not heard the news?' he asked.
`What news?' she cried.
`News of the first order,' returned Sir John: `a revolution in the State, a Republic declared, the palace burned to the ground, the Princess in flight, Gondremark wounded -- `
`Heinrich wounded?' she screamed.
`Wounded and suffering acutely,' said Sir John. `His groans-- `
There fell from the lady's lips an oath so potent that, in smoother hours, it would have made her hearers jump. She ran to her horse, scrambled to the saddle, and, yet half seated, dashed down the road at full gallop.
The groom, after a pause of wonder, followed her. The rush of her impetuous passage almost scared the carriage horses over the verge of the steep hill; and still she clattered further, and the crags echoed to her flight, and still the groom flogged vainly in pursuit of her. At the fourth corner, a woman trailing slowly up leaped back with a cry and escaped death by a hand's- breadth. But the Countess wasted neither glance nor thought upon the incident. Out and in, about the bluffs of the mountain wall, she fled, loose-reined, and still the groom toiled in her pursuit.
`A most impulsive lady!' said Sir John. `Who would have thought she cared for him?' And before the words were uttered, he was struggling in the Prince's grasp.
`My wife! the Princess? What of her?'
`She is down the road,' he gasped. `I left her twenty minutes back.'
And next moment, the choked author stood alone, and the Prince on foot was racing down the hill behind the Countess.
