Part 42 (2/2)
”Well, what is it?” asked Blucher, slowly drawing his long white mustache through his fingers.
”Blucher, to-night the great ball takes place which the city of Breslau gives at the city hall in honor of the Emperor of Russia, when both their majesties will appear.”
”Well, what does that concern me?”
”It concerns you a great deal, for you have solemnly promised the burgomaster, who came personally to invite us, that you would attend the ball to-night.”
”And I shall not go to it after all, Amelia,” cried Blucher, striking with his hand on the table. ”No, Amelia! I am no dancing- bear to turn around at a ball, and to be led by the nose.”
”But, Blucher, what has happened to you?” asked his wife, wonderingly. ”You were as merry and high-spirited as a young G.o.d of spring; the violets laughed when they saw you pa.s.s by, and the snow- drops rang their tiny bells in your honor, and now suddenly it is winter again! Pray, tell me, what has happened to you?”
”Nothing at all has happened to me--that is just the misfortune,”
cried Blucher. ”It is more than a month now since I have been sitting here at Breslau, and nothing has happened. I am still what I always was--an old pensioned general, who has no command, and nothing to do but to retire to Kunzendorf and plant cabbage-heads, while others in the field are cutting off French heads. And it will be best for me to go back to Kunzendorf. I have nothing to do here; no one cares for an old fellow like me. I have hoped on from day to day, but all my hopes are gone now. Amelia, take off your tinsel, and pack up our traps. The best thing we can do will be to start this very evening and return to our miserable, accursed village!”
”Dear me! what a humor you are in!” exclaimed his wife, ”Every thing will be right in the end, my husband; you must not despair; things are only taking their course a little more deliberately than my firebrand wishes. But finally all will be precisely as you want it, for without Blucher they are unable to accomplish any thing, and will, therefore, at last resort to him.”
”And I tell you they will try to get along without me,” cried Blucher; ”I shall be a disgraced man, at whom the very chickens will laugh, if he has to sneak back to Kunzendorf instead of taking the field. Pack up. Amelia, wo shall leave this day!”
”But that is impossible, Blucher! It would look like a cowardly flight, and your enemies would rejoice over it. No, you must go to the ball to-night; you--”
”General Scharnhorst!” announced a footman at this moment, and there appeared in the open door the general, dressed in his gala-uniform, and his breast decked with orders.
”I am glad you have come, general,” exclaimed Amelia, hastening to him, and shaking hands with her friend. ”Look at that stubborn old man, who does not wish to go to the ball! Say yourself, general, must he not go?”
”Certainly he must,” said Scharnhorst, smiling, ”and I come to beg of you a seat in your carriage, and to let me have the honor of appearing in the suite of General and Madame von Blucher. You had, therefore, better dress at once, my dear general. It is high time.
Even their majesties have already set out.”
Blucher gently shook his head, and slowly raised his eyes toward Scharnhorst, who stood in front of him. ”Scharnhorst,” he said, ”every thing turns out wrong, and I wish myself dead rather than see such a state of affairs.”
”What do you mean, general?” inquired Scharnhorst. ”What has happened?”
Blucher cast a piercing glance on him, and seemed to read in the depths of his soul. ”Is the matter settled?” he asked. ”Pray, my friend, tell me the truth without circ.u.mlocution. It is better for me to know it at once than allow this incert.i.tude longer to gnaw at my heart. Scharnhorst, I implore you, tell me the truth! Has the commander of the Silesian army been appointed?”
”No, general,” said Scharnhorst, gravely.
”And you do not know whom they will appoint? The truth, my friend!”
”Well, then, the truth is, that I do not know it, and that their majesties themselves do not know it, although every patriot thinks they ought not to doubt which of the three gentlemen who stand on the list should be appointed, for every heart echoes, 'General Blucher is the man whom we need, and who will lead us to victory.'
The emperor and the king are still vacillating; precious time is lost--Napoleon is organizing new armies, and strengthening himself on all sides, while they are hesitating.”
”Three, then, stand on the list,” said Blucher. ”I have two compet.i.tors. Who are they, general?”
”One is Field-Marshal Kalkreuth.”
Blucher started, and his eyes flashed with anger. ”What!” he cried.
”That childish old man to command an army! He who is constantly singing hymns of praise to Napoleon and his French--he who, only the other day, showed again that he deemed a frown of Bonaparte more terrible than the peril of a German patriot! He command an army to vanquish Napoleon! I suppose you know what he has done? He betrayed to the French amba.s.sador, Count St. Marsan, who followed our king to Breslau in order to watch him, that Minister von Stein, our n.o.blest friend, had secretly come for the purpose of negotiating with the king in the name of the Emperor of Russia; that he was living in a garret, and that conferences of the enemies of Napoleon were held there every night.” [Footnote: Pertz's ”Life of Stein,” vol. iii., p. 210.]
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