And now, in this the hour of home-coming, it was not she at all with whom he looked forward to a joyous meeting; his senses saw only the picture of a girl waiting and watching for him, whose fresh and unbounded loveliness was no myth.
It was early morning and the sun was shining. He had made his last halt, the night before, at a hamlet not far from Wartenstein, as he proposed to pa.s.s rapidly through the town, to avoid being gaped at, and exciting idle curiosity. Once there he was within three miles and a quarter of home, and hoped to enter his native village at the hour for vespers, for his stalwart followers were used to rapid marching. As he rode up to the moss-grown ramparts, eight sounded from the belfries of Wartenstein, and he counted on being able to quit the town quite early, and so escape awkward questions.
Thus, he was little prepared for the surprises awaiting him within its gates. The sentinel, instead of stopping him and demanding his pa.s.sport, shouted up to a window in the gateway tower--
"Ring the bells! ring the bells! The first detachment is here!"
Then he saluted with his pike, while a merry peal clashed from the watch-towers of Wartenstein to announce Boleslav"s arrival.
"What can be the meaning of it?" he asked himself, shaking his head; and his astonishment increased, when on riding through the streets he found them thronged with crowds of men, women, and children, who waved their caps and handkerchiefs, and welcomed him with resounding cheers.
His Lithuanians, who had been accustomed on their triumphal marches to being received everywhere with open arms, took the present ovation as a matter of course, and responded to the hurrahs with l.u.s.ty lungs.
But to Boleslav it was plain that there was some misunderstanding, which in the next few minutes would be explained.
As he entered the market-place, which, like the streets, was filled with an enthusiastic crowd, the Landrath, at the head of an impressive procession, consisting of the Burgomaster, Corporation, and other magnates of the town, advanced to meet him. He laid his delicate, bony hand on his breast, and cleared his throat with a rasp, preparatory to speaking.
When he recognised Boleslav, who had quickly sprung from his horse, he drew back in embarra.s.sment. Nevertheless he began--
"I congratulate you, Freiherr von Schranden, on your being the first who has hastened here with your troops----"
"Not so fast, _Herr Landrath_," Boleslav interrupted. "There is an error somewhere. These people are workmen, whom I have recruited in Lithuania for domestic use. I am on my way with them to Schranden."
An amused smirk pa.s.sed through the ranks of the town magnates. They enjoyed seeing the Landrath make a fool of himself, even if they themselves were made to look foolish in the process.
"And you really haven"t heard yet?" he stammered out, concealing his annoyance.
"I have come straight from the remotest corner of Prussia, _Herr Landrath_."
"You haven"t heard that Napoleon has escaped from Elba, and that the King has again appealed to his gallant Prussian subjects to arm?"
Boleslav felt a rush of mingled horror and joy flood his heart.
So once more the world"s history had absorbed the solution of his career in its own, and he would be saved further self-doubt and suspense with regard to it. His vast schemes, the work to which he was to consecrate his life, lay shattered at his feet scarcely begun, and now ended perhaps for ever. But away with all regrets and fears. Did not the Fatherland, _his_ Fatherland, call him?
"Thank you, _Herr Landrath_," he said, while he endeavoured to still his wildly beating heart. "I feel honoured at your thinking so well of me and my contingent of Schrandeners. We will prove ourselves worthy of your high opinion, and in four-and-twenty hours be in readiness."
The Landrath held out his hand. He retreated a step or two, and was in the act of repaying the Landrath in his own coin for the insult he had not long ago subjected him to.
Then he reflected. The Fatherland calls you, and what is your petty hate or love weighed in the balance? And he seized the bony hand, which its owner, offended, had already withdrawn, and shook it heartily.
Then he learnt further particulars. The evening before the King"s proclamation, dated April 7, had reached Wartenstein. All night the administration had been hard at work getting the decrees ready for local heads of departments, and arranging to send out special mounted messengers to distribute them.
"Will one be sent to Schranden?" asked Boleslav.
"Certainly," was the answer.
"Then may I add a military order?"
"Yes, if you wish."
He tore a sheet of paper from his pocket-book and hastily scribbled the following lines:--
"At five o"clock in the afternoon all troops liable to service are to muster in the churchyard square, bringing with them accoutrements and canteens. The hour for marching will then be stated.
"Von Schranden, _Landwehr Captain_.
"To the local administrator."
"And what will become of Regina?" was a question that rose warningly within him.
But he would not listen to it. He was almost delirious. The fever for action possessed him.
He called his workpeople together, explained to them that he no longer needed their services, and bade each to return as quickly as possible to his native place, from there to join his respective company. He paid them off, and took leave of them with a shake of the hand and a blessing.
The stalwart youths, who had lost their hearts to him, kissed the hem of his coat, and went their way with tears in their eyes. Then he found a place of safety for the waggons, whose freight alone represented no small capital, made arrangements for the sale of the seed and provender, and left the horses at the disposal of a dealer.
Only the one on whose back he rode did he keep for his own use.
It was half-past two before he had transacted his business, and was free to start on his homeward road.
He had seen hanging up for sale in a tailor"s shop an undress state-uniform, which, as the officers of the Landwehr were forbidden any gorgeous display of ornament, and it happened to fit him exactly, he purchased promptly, first having the braided collar replaced by a plain scarlet strip.
Thus respectably fitted out, he was ready to confront his Schrandeners, whom he now saw delivered into his hand in a rather different manner from the one he had antic.i.p.ated.
While Boleslav was riding home, Lieutenant Merckel was pacing up and down the back parlour of the Black Eagle in furious excitement.
"I won"t, no, I won"t submit to being under the command of that scoundrel," he roared at his father, who, to soothe him, had the best wine in his cellar (the best was sour enough) set on the table, and never wearied of refilling the raving youth"s gla.s.s.
"Felixchen," he supplicated, "be sensible. If the King has ordered it so, and the authorities demand----"
"But what if my honour demands the contrary, father?" cried his son, angrily twirling the ends of his moustache. "I am an officer, father; I have some sense of honour, and my sense of honour bids me die by putting a bullet through my body with my own hand, rather than follow and serve under that son of a traitor."
"But if the King----" repeated the old man in desperation.
"The King! what does he know about it? He has been taken in, deceived, kept in the dark. But I, _I_ will open his eyes. I will say to him, "Here, your Majesty, are thirty brave soldiers, and an honourable, upright officer, who would rather----""
"Drink, Felixchen," entreated the old man, and wiped the sweat of anxiety from his brow; "this wine cost me, to begin with, a thaler the bottle. Nowhere else in the world could you get anything to compare with it."
"The devil take your swipes!" exclaimed the dutiful son, smashing the bottle with his sabre-hilt. "I don"t intend to sacrifice my honour for any Judas reward. My honour is not to be bribed into silence. My honour dictates that I should tear the hound"s heart out of his breast. And I"ll do it. The Fatherland must be rid of such a scandalous reproach once for all. This plague-spot in the Prussian staff of officers must and shall be branded out. I"ll see that it is. So sure as I am a brave soldier I will do it, even if I die for honour"s sake.... Good-bye for the present, father; I must go now and bid my little sweetheart farewell." And rounding his lips for a defiant whistle, the half-inebriated young man swaggered out, his sabre-blade clanking the ground at every step.
Boleslav, as he entered the village shortly after four, found the street full of women and old people, who ran from under the horse"s hoofs, maintaining a glum silence, and then followed like evil spirits in his wake. He felt for the pistols in his side pockets, and loosened the scabbard of his sabre; then he fully expected a skirmish of some sort. "Even if they have no other officer with a soldier"s coat on, they may be planning to attack me from the front this time," he reflected, and his breast expanded proudly at the thought.