Part 3 (1/2)

”Ah, that does not matter,” cried the maid; ”often he would be most difficult when you came running in just for a moment. Why, he would straighten you up and make you do your bows if you were only racing after a kitten, or, what was worse, he would call the Court Chamberlain to show you how to do it. But when I am grown up--ah, then!--I mean to make the Chamberlain bow and walk backward; for you know he is only taking care of my princedom for me. Oh, and I shall have you well taught by that time, long man. It is cold--cold. Let me get into your bed and I will give you your first lesson now.”

So with that she skipped into my father's place and drew the great red cloak about her.

”Now then, first position,” she commanded, clapping her hands like a Sultana, ”your feet together. Draw back your left--so. Very well! Bend the knee--stupid, not that one. Now your head. If I have to come to you, sir--there, that is better. Well done! Oh, I shall have a peck of trouble with you, I can see that. But you will do me credit before I have done with you.”

In a little while she tired of the lesson.

”Come and sit down now”--she waved her hand graciously--”here on the bed by me. Though I am a Princess really, I am not proud, and, as I said, I may make something of you yet.”

My father came forward gravely, wrapped himself in another of his red cloaks, and sat down. I s.h.i.+vered in my blanket on the stair-head, but I could not bear to move nor yet reveal myself. This was better than any play I had ever watched from the sparred gallery of the palace, to which Gottfried Gottfried took me sometimes when the mummers came from Brandenburg to divert Duke Casimir.

”My father, the great Prince, took me for a long ride last night. There was much noise and many bonfires behind us as we rode away, and some of the men spoke roughly, for which my father will rate them soundly to-day.

Oh, they will be sick and sorry this morning when the Prince takes them to task. I hope you will never make him angry,” she said, laying her hand warningly on my father's; ”but if ever you do, come to me and I will speak to the Prince for you. You need not be bashful, for I do not mind a bit speaking to him, or indeed to any one. You will remember and not be bashful when you have something to ask?”

”I will a.s.suredly not be bashful,” said my father, very solemnly. ”I will come and tell you at once, little lady, if I ever have the misfortune to offend the most n.o.ble Prince.”

Then he bent his head and raised her hand to his lips. She bowed in return with exquisite reserve and hauteur; and, as it seemed to me, more with her long eyelashes than with anything else.

”Do you know, Black Man,” she said--”for, you know, you are black, though you wear red clothes--I am glad you are not afraid of me. At home every one was afraid of me. Why, the little children stood with their mouths open and their eyes like this whenever they saw me.”

And she ill.u.s.trated the extremely vacant surprise into which her appearance paralyzed the infantry of her native city.

”I am glad my father left me here till he should come back. Do you know, I like your house. There are so many interesting things about it. That funny axe over there is nice. It looks as if it could cut things. Has it ever cut anything? It is so nicely polished. How do you keep it so, and can I help you?”

”I had just finished polis.h.i.+ng and oiling it before I fell asleep,”

answered Gottfried Gottfried. ”You see, little Princess, I had very many things to cut with it last night.”

”What a pity the Prince had not time to wait and see you! He is so very fond of going out into the forest with the woodman. Once he took me to see the tallest tree in all our woods cut down with just such an axe as that--only it was not red. Have you ever seen a high tree cut down?”

”I have cut down some pretty tall ones myself!” said the Duke's Justicer, smiling quietly at her.

”Ah, but not as tall as my father! It is beautiful to see him strip his doublet and lay to. They say there is not a woodman like him in all our land.”

Helene looked at my father, whose arms were folded in his great cloak.

”But you have fine strong arms too,” she said. ”You look as if you could cut things. Did my father ever see you cut down tall trees?”

”Yes,” said Gottfried Gottfried, slowly, ”once!”

”And did he say that you cut well?” the little maid went on, with a strange, wilful persistence in her idea.

”He neither said that I did well nor yet that I did ill,” replied Gottfried Gottfried.

”Ah!” said Helene, ”that was just like the Prince. He was afraid of flattering you and making you unfit for your work. But if he said nothing, depend upon it he was pleased.”

”Thank you, Princess,” said my father. ”I think he was well enough pleased.”

Just then there came a noise that I knew--a sound which chilled every bone in my body.