CHAPTER VI.
The little mountain of Hochberg rose about half way between Furstenstein and Rodeck. It was celebrated, and justly, for the fine and extensive view which could be obtained from its highest point. An ancient stone tower, all that now remained of a castle long since fallen into decay, stood upon the extreme summit.
A few peasants, more zealous than their neighbors, had built a little inn or house of rest and refreshment at its base. They made a pretense of keeping the mountain roads in order, and demanded a fair toll from the stray tourist who came to climb the winding tower stairs.
Strangers came but seldom, however, into this wild, unknown mountain region. In the autumn especially, visitors were few and far between.
This bright, warm September day had, however, proved seductive. Two gentlemen on horseback, attended by a groom, had dismounted at the door and gone up into the little tower, and they had been followed, a half hour later, by some guests from the neighborhood, who had driven up the mountain-side in a light carriage.
The gentlemen were now standing on a little stone platform of the tower, and one of them was talking eagerly and excitedly as he called his companion"s attention to certain newly-discovered beauties in the landscape. "Yes, our Hochberg is celebrated, there"s no doubt of that,"
he said finally. "I felt I must show it to you, Hartmut. Do you not think the view across this far green ocean of forest is unparalleled?"
Hartmut did not answer. He seemed to be searching for some particular place through his field gla.s.s.
"In which direction does Furstenstein lie? Ah, I see, over yonder. It seems to be an immense old building."
"Yes, the castle is well worth seeing," said Prince Adelsberg. "You were quite right, though, day before yesterday, to refuse to accompany me there. The visit worried me to death."
"Indeed! You spoke very enthusiastically of the head forester to me."
"Yes, I always enjoy a chat with him, but he had gone driving, worse luck, and only returned just as I was leaving. His son is not at Furstenstein either, he"s at college studying forestry, and so I was entertained by the daughter of the house, Fraulein Antonie von Schonau.
I had a weary hour, I can a.s.sure you. A word every five minutes, and a minute getting that one out. She"s a fine housewife, I fancy, with no brains for anything beyond. It was up hill work talking to her, and no mistake; then I had the honor of meeting her lover. A genuine, unsophisticated country squire, with a very energetic mother, who evidently has both him and her future daughter-in-law well under her control. Oh, we had a highly intellectual conversation, which ended in their asking my advice about the culture of turnips--I"m so well up in turnips, you know. Just then, happily, the head forester and his brother-in-law, Baron Wallmoden, returned."
Rojanow still held the field gla.s.s to his eyes, and was seemingly indifferent to his friend"s gossip. Now he said in a questioning tone, "Wallmoden?"
"The new Prussian amba.s.sador to our court. A genuine diplomatist, too, if I may judge from appearances; aristocratic, cold, dignified and reserved to the last degree, but good form, very good form. His wife, the baroness, was not visible, but I bore her absence with resignation, for he"s a white-haired elderly man, and I doubt not his wife"s of the same stripe."
Hartmut"s lip curled as he took the gla.s.s down from his eyes. He had not mentioned his meeting with Frau von Wallmoden. Why not forget the very name as soon as possible?
"Our romantic loneliness will soon end, Herr von Schonau tells me,"
continued Egon. "The whole court is coming to Furstenstein for the hunting season, and I can count on a visit from the duke. He"ll come over to Rodeck as soon as he arrives. I"m not overjoyed, I can tell you, for my respected uncle will preach at me about my morals in a way poor Stadinger never thought of doing, and I"ll have to stand it, too. At any rate Hartmut, I can take this opportunity to present you."
"If you think it necessary, and the etiquette of the court permits."
"Bah! The etiquette won"t be so strictly observed here, and besides the Rojanows belong to one of the Bojarin families of your country."
"Certainly."
"Well then, there"s nothing to prevent your being presented. I am very anxious to have the duke meet you, then I"ll tell him about your "Arivana," and as soon as he hears your play, he"ll have it put on the court stage. I"ve no question of it."
The words conveyed the deep, almost pa.s.sionate admiration which the prince had for his friend. The latter only shrugged his shoulders as he replied carelessly:
"That is possible, if you intercede for me, but I do not want to owe my success to any man"s efforts in my behalf. I am no poet of repute; I scarcely know whether I am a poet at all or not, and if my work cannot make its own way I shall not force it on the world."
"You"ll be obstinate enough to let a fine opportunity slip, that"s like you. Have you no ambition?"
"Only too much, I fear; perhaps that"s the origin of what you call my obstinacy. I have never been able to subordinate myself and conform to the rules of every day life, and as to the restrictions and trammels of your German courts, I could not adjust myself to them."
"Who told you you would have to adjust yourself to them?" questioned Egon laughingly. "You will be flattered and spoiled there, as everywhere else, for you will appear in the heavens like a meteor and no one ever requires stars of that nature to follow a prescribed orbit. Moreover you will be both a guest and a foreigner; and as such will occupy an exceptional position. When in addition to that, the poet"s halo shines round your head--"
"You will have found means to bind me to your country, you think?"
interjected Hartmut.
"Well yes, I certainly have not supposed that I, myself, possessed the power to attach to us permanently so wild and restless a spirit. But the rising fame of a poet is a bond which is not so easily broken. This very morning I took an oath to keep you here at any cost."
Rojanow gave him a surprised, searching look. "Why this morning?"
"Ah, that"s my secret," said Egon mischievously. "But here comes some one to join us. I hear steps on the stairs."
Yes, there were steps coming up the old stone stairway, and a second later the bearded face of the old watchman peered out at the men on the platform.
"Please be careful, my lady," he was saying. "The last few steps are very steep; now here we are on the platform." He held out his hand to a.s.sist the lady, who was following him closely, but she paid no heed to his offer and stepped lightly out on the little stone balcony.
"What a lovely girl," whispered Prince Adelsberg to his friend; but Hartmut, instead of answering, was making a deep and formal bow to the lady, who could not conceal a look of surprise when she saw him.
"Ah, Herr Rojanow, you here?"
"I am admiring the fine views from Hochberg of which you, madame, have heard also, apparently."
The prince"s face bore a surprised look when he heard Hartmut address this lovely girl as madame, and saw that she knew him. He came forward immediately, in order that he might share his friend"s acquaintance, so Hartmut was constrained to introduce Prince Adelsberg to the Baroness von Wallmoden; he made a pa.s.sing allusion to the meeting in the wood, for the young wife was wrapped in her mantle of icy indifference. It was scarcely necessary to-day, for Rojanow was as fully determined as she, to consider their acquaintance as of the slightest.
Egon cast a reproving glance toward his friend, for he could not comprehend how any one could keep silence about such a happy accident as that of piloting so lovely a woman through the wood. He entered at once, and with animation, into a conversation with the baroness. He spoke of himself as a neighbor, and of his recent visit to Furstenstein, and his regret, great regret, at not meeting her on that occasion. But with all his chatter, the prince kept himself well within bounds, and was the polite and agreeable courtier. He knew full well that the wife of the Prussian amba.s.sador, no matter how young and beautiful, was not to be approached with vapid, idle compliments. Hartmut had made that error in addressing the unknown girl in the wood, but Egon had the advantage of knowing to whom he spoke, and succeeded at last in thawing the beautiful baroness by his gracious, suave manner. Finally he showed her the landscape, and pointed out and explained the especial objects of interest.
Hartmut did not enter into the conversation at all, but after handing the field gla.s.s to his friend, excused himself on the plea of searching for a lost pocket-book. The watchman of the tower volunteered to go in search of it for him, but Rojanow declared he would go and look for it himself. He remembered the exact place, where, as he mounted the stairs, he had heard something drop, but had paid no attention to it at the time. He would go and find it, and then return to the platform. And with a bow he left them.
Egon, under other circ.u.mstances, would have expressed his surprise that Hartmut did not accept the old watchman"s offer, instead of going himself. But now he saw his friend depart without protest; he was not unwilling to have the field to himself. The baroness had already raised the gla.s.s to her eyes, and was following attentively his explanations and comments on the surrounding country.
"And over yonder, behind that mountain of forest, lies Rodeck," he said at last. "The little hunting lodge where we two misanthropes live like hermits, cut off from all the world beside, save the apes and parrots which we brought from the East, and they, by the way, are growing very melancholy in their new home."
"One would never take your highness for a misanthrope," said Frau von Wallmoden with a fleeting smile.
"I confess I haven"t much taste for it, myself, but once in a while Hartmut has a touch of the disease, and it is for his sake that I have buried myself in this solitude."
"Hartmut? That is a Hungarian name! It"s very surprising that Herr Rojanow speaks such pure German without the slightest accent. And yet he told me he was a foreigner."
"Yes, he is from Roumania, but he was educated, partially at least, by kinsfolk in Germany, from whom he also got his Christian name." The young prince explained so unconcernedly that it was evident he knew as little about his friend"s family as did his listener.
"You seem to be very partial to him." There was a slighting tone in her voice.
"Yes, I am indeed," exclaimed Egon, roused in an instant. "And not I, alone. Hartmut has one of those attractive, genial natures, which wins upon all who know him. But the stranger who does not see him unrestrained and at his best, can form no judgment of what he is. Then a flame of fire bursts from his soul, and touches all those with whom he comes in contact. He exercises a charm which none can resist, and where he leads all must follow."
This glowing eulogy was listened to with cool indifference by the young woman, whose whole attention seemed to be centered in the landscape, as she answered:
"You are right, doubtless. Herr Rojanow"s eyes indicate an unusually fiery temperament, but their expression is uncanny and surely not sympathetic."
"Perhaps because they have that peculiar and demoniacal expression which is always the indication of genius. Hartmut has great talent; he sometimes frightens me with it, and yet it attracts me irresistibly. I really do not know how I could live without him, now. I shall do everything in my power to make him remain with me."