She knew only too well the words to choose to accomplish her purpose.
Freedom, life, happiness. They signified so much. They echoed and re-echoed in the heart of the boy, whose longing for freedom had always been repressed by a powerful hand. Now like a picture from a magician"s hand, the fairy-like visions of promised liberty stood before him. He need but stretch out his hand and it was his own.
"My word," he murmured with a last feeble attempt to rescue himself. "My father will despise me--"
"When you have attained to a great, proud future," Zalika interrupted him excitedly, "then go to your father and ask him if he dares to despise you; he would bind you to the earth, but you have wings to fly above it. He does not understand a nature like yours, and never will.
Will you destroy yourself for the sake of a mere word and be a slave forever? Come with me, Hartmut, with me to whom you are all the world."
She led him slowly away, and he did not tear himself from her, but, as she caressed him and called him fond names she felt that his going was under protest, and that she had needed all her wiles to accomplish it. A few minutes later the pond was deserted, mother and son had disappeared, and even the sound of their retiring footsteps had died out in the night air. Over the moor moved only that weird, spectral life. The flashing lights appeared and sank again in restless play,--mysterious breaths of flame from the deep.
CHAPTER III.
It was autumn again, and the warm, golden light of a September day lay upon the woodland, which stretched away like a green ocean as far as eye could reach.
Hill and valley alternated with each other, all forest clad, and many a mighty and moss-grown trunk in that great wilderness told of the forest primeval which in the early days had covered all this part of South Germany. Elsewhere in the land, railways had been built, until there was scarcely a hamlet whose slumbers were undisturbed by the shrill scream of the locomotive--but "the forest," as the people called it, remained apart, cut off from the world, a vast territory many miles in width, like a great, green island, unmoved by the waves of commotion and progress from without.
Here and there amid the forest green a little village peeped out, or an old castle reared its gray and weather-beaten battlements on high, as if protesting against its impending decay. There was but one building in the whole region which yet stood strong, intact and ma.s.sive, notwithstanding it was gray with age.
It was called Furstenstein, and was originally built as a hunting box, for the use of the sovereign. The duke"s head forester occupied it all the year round; and during the hunting season some members of the ducal family always held court there for several weeks. It had been built in the early part of the last century, with the lavish waste of room which marked the style of that period. Standing on a high elevation, it commanded a superb view over the surrounding country.
The approach to the castle allowed no view of its proportions, for woods covered the hill upon which it stood, and in places tall fir trees threw their shadows on tower and turret, so that one scarcely realized the immensity of the building until he stood quite at the entrance gate.
There were also a number of little structures cl.u.s.tering around the main edifice, which had been added at different periods. Time was not allowed to make inroads here; everything was in perfect order and repair, and the countless rooms on the second floor were always kept ready for the prince, who took possession of them at any time.
The head forester, von Schonau, had occupied the immense ground floor for years, and between filling his house with guests, and making frequent visits to his neighbors, managed to have a very agreeable time, notwithstanding the lonely situation.
He had visitors now; his sister-in-law, Frau Regine von Eschenhagen had arrived yesterday, and her son was expected soon. The two daughters of the Wallmoden family had made good marriages; while the elder married the heir to Burgsdorf, the younger had wedded Herr von Schonau, the son of a wealthy landed gentleman of a n.o.ble South German family.
The sisters, in spite of the distance which separated them, had always maintained a close and affectionate intercourse, and since Frau von Schonau"s death, which occurred a few years after her marriage, Frau Regine had kept up the intimacy with her brother-in-law.
It was a singular enough friendship which existed between these two, for they always met, armed cap-a-pie, for battle. They were both strong, inconsiderate natures, and every time they saw one another they quarrelled, and as regularly made their peace again, always promising there should be no further strife between them, which promise was kept until their next dispute, for which some opportunity would give rise, sometimes within an hour after their reconciliation, when another pitched battle would begin, as pa.s.sionate and wordy as the last.
At the present moment there seemed a truce between them as they sat on the terrace in front of the reception room. The head forester, in spite of his advancing years, was an erect, stately man, with strong, sunburnt features; his hair and beard were slightly gray, but still luxuriant.
Now he leaned back in his chair listening to his sister-in-law, who generally did most of the talking. Frau Regine was now in her fiftieth year, but the last ten years had not changed her much; her life ran on so smoothly and evenly.
A wrinkle was to be found here and there in her face, and silver threads were weaving their way into her dark hair, but the gray eyes had lost nothing of their clearness and sharpness, the voice was as full and resolute as ever, and her bearing as erect and energetic as formerly.
"Willibald will be here in eight days," she was saying. "The harvesting was not quite done; but everything will be finished within the week, and then he can come to meet his bride. The matter has been settled between us for a long time, but I was resolved to postpone it for some time, for what did a young thing of sixteen or seventeen, with childish notions still in her head know about the orderly direction of a household? Now that Toni is twenty years old, and Will twenty-seven, it is all right.
Are you still perfectly satisfied that this betrothal is the best thing for our children"s future?"
"Perfectly satisfied," a.s.sented the head forester. "I think everything is as it should be. One half my fortune will go, some day, to my son, the other half to my daughter, and I think you may be well content with the portion I have set aside as Toni"s wedding gift."
"Yes, you have been very liberal. As to Will, he came into possession of Burgsdorf three years ago; the remainder of the fortune remains, by the will, in my hands, and at my death goes, of course, to him. But I"ve seen to it that the young people won"t suffer. I have made ample provision for them."
"No need for haste. We are only going to celebrate the betrothal now; the marriage won"t be until next spring."
And now the first cloud appeared on the clear heaven of their perfect harmony. Frau von Eschenhagen shook her head and said dictatorially:
"We won"t postpone it any longer now. The wedding must take place this winter. Willibald has no time to get married in the spring."
"Nonsense, a man always has time to get married," declared Schonau, just as dictatorially.
"Not in the country," a.s.serted Frau Regine. "There something else must be considered; first work, then pleasure. That"s always been the rule with us, and that"s what I"ve taught Will."
"I trust he"d make an exception as regards his young wife; otherwise he"s little better than a milksop," cried the forester, angrily. "Above all, Regine, you must remember my stipulation. My Toni has not seen your son for two years. If he does not please her--she has free choice, you understand."
His speech touched his sister-in-law on her most sensitive point; her motherly pride was outraged.
"My dear Moritz, I have more confidence than you, apparently, in your daughter"s good taste. As for the rest, I hold to the good old custom that children should marry whom their parents select. It was that way in our day, and we have found no cause of complaint. What do young people know of such serious matters any way? But you have let your children have their own way from the very start; any one could soon tell that there was no mother in this house."
"Well, was that my fault?" asked Schonau, incensed. "Perhaps, I ought to have given them a step-mother. I suggested it to you once, but you wouldn"t hear of it, Regine."
"No, I had been married once," was the dry answer, and it seemed to increase the head forester"s irritation. He shrugged his shoulders spitefully.
"Well, I certainly think you had no cause for complaint against poor Eschenhagen. He, and all his people at Burgsdorf danced when you piped.
With me you would not have ordered the regiment about so easily."
"In about four weeks," Frau Regine declared calmly, "you would all have been under my command, Moritz."
"What! You say that to my face? Well, I"d just like to prove it for once," retorted Schonau, full of wrath now.
"Thank you, I shouldn"t care to marry a second time, so give yourself no uneasiness."
"I can a.s.sure you I didn"t mean an offer. I wouldn"t think of such a thing for a moment. One refusal was enough for me. So you need not trouble giving me a second one."
With these words the master of the house rose, pushed back his chair noisily, and left his guest abruptly. Frau von Eschenhagen remained quietly sitting alone for some time, then she called out in a friendly tone:
"Moritz."
"What is it?" he growled from the other side of the terrace.
"When are Herbert and his young wife coming?"
"At twelve o"clock," the voice had an ill-tempered ring yet.
"I am so glad. I have not seen him since he was sent to the South German capital, but I have always maintained that Herbert was the pride of our family, and he keeps up enough state for us all. Now you see he is Prussian amba.s.sador at your court, and is "Your Excellency.""
"And then he"s a young husband of six and fifty, don"t forget that,"
interrupted the forester spitefully.
"Yes, he took his time about marrying, but he made a dazzling match at last. For a man of his years it was no easy matter to win such a wife as Adelheid, young, beautiful, rich--"
"And of common birth," added Schonau.
"Stuff and nonsense! Who asks any questions now-a-days about birth when an immense fortune stands behind it? Herbert can use money now, too; he has been hampered for means his life long, and now, as amba.s.sador, he needs more to keep up the position than he could possibly supply. But my brother need never be ashamed of his father-in-law. Stahlberg was at the head of one of our greatest industries, and a man of honor, through and through. It was a pity he died so soon after his daughter"s marriage.
At all events they made a very sensible choice."