Part 24 (1/2)
”And you, gentlemen?”
”We share the opinion of the prince.”
”You have expressed precisely my own views,” cried Frederick, with delight. ”If this is your conclusion, messieurs. I rejoice to lay before you another doc.u.ment. It was above all other things the desire of my heart, as long as it was possible, to preserve the peace of Germany. I have sacrificed my personal inclination and my ambition to this aim. I have united the German princes for the protection of Charles the Seventh. The Frankfort union should be a lever to restore freedom to Germany, dignity to the emperor, and peace to Europe. But no success has crowned this union; discord prevails amongst them. A part of our allies have left us, under the pretext that France will not pay the promised gold. Charles the Seventh is flying from place to place, and our poor land is groaning under the burdens of a crippling and exhausting war. We must put an end to this. In such dire need and necessity it is better to die an honorable death than to bear disgrace, to live like beggars by the grace of our enemies. I have not the insolence and courage of cowardice so to live. I will die or conquer! I will wash out these scornful words of the King of England with blood. Silesia, my Silesia, which I have conquered, and which is mine by right, I will hold against all the efforts of the Hungarian queen. Look, now, at this doc.u.ment; it is a treaty which I have closed with France against Austria, and for the protection of the Emperor Charles. And now, here is another paper. It is a manifesto which Maria Theresa has scattered throughout all Silesia, in which she declares that she no longer considers herself bound by the treaty of Breslau, but claims Silesia and Glatz as her own. Consequently she commands the Silesians to withdraw from the protection of Prussia, and give their allegiance to their rightful inheritor.”
”That is an open breach of contract,” said one of the generals.
”That is contrary to all justice and the rights of the people,”
cried another.
”That is Austrian politics,” said the king, smiling. ”They hold to a solemn contract, which was detrimental to them, only so long as necessity compels it; so soon as an opportunity offers to their advantage, they prove faithless. They do not care to be considered honorable, they only desire to be feared, and above all, they will bear no equals and no rivals in Germany. Maria Theresa feels herself strong enough to take back this Silesia I won from her, and a peace contract is not sacred in her eyes. Austria was and is naturally the enemy of Prussia, and will never forgive us because our father, by the power of his genius, made himself a king. Austria would gladly see the King of Prussia buried in the little Elector of Brandenburg, and make herself rich with our possessions. Will we suffer that, messieurs!”
”Never!” said the generals, and the fire of battle flashed in their eyes.
”The Queen of Hungary has commanded her troops to enter Glatz. Shall we wait till this offence is repeated?”
”If the Austrian troops have made us a visit, politeness requires that we should return the call,” said Ziethen, with a dry laugh.
”If the Queen of Hungary has sent a manifesto to Silesia, we must, above all other things, answer this manifesto,” said the councillor of state.
”Maria Theresa is so bold and insolent because Bellona is a woman, consequently her sister; but we will prove to her that Dame Bellona will rather ally herself with gallant men than with sentimental women,” said General Rothenberg.
”Now, messieurs, what say you? shall we have peace or war?”
”War, war!” cried they all in one breath, and with one movement.
The king raised himself from his chair, and his eagle eye was dazzling.
”The decisive word is spoken,” said he, solemnly. ”Let it be as you say! We will have war! Prepare yourselves, then, generals, to return the visit of Austria. Ziethen tells us that this is a courtly duty.
Our councillor will write the answer to Maria Theresa's manifesto.
The Austrians have visited us in Glatz, we will return their call in Prague. Kothenberg thinks that Dame Bellona would incline to our arms rather than to those of the queen, so we will seek to win her by tender embraces. I think the G.o.ddess would favor our Prince of Anhalt, they have often fought side by side. Up, then, prince, to battle and to love's sweet courtesies with your old Mistress Bellona! Up, my friends, one and all! the days of peace are over. We will have war, and may G.o.d grant His blessing to our just cause!”
CHAPTER X.
THE CLOISTER OF CAMENS.
It was a still, lovely morning. The sun gilded the lofty, giant mountain and irradiated its snow-crowned top with s.h.i.+fting and many- colored light; it appeared like a giant lily, luminous and odorous.
The air was so clear and pure, that even in the far distance this range of mountains looked grand and sublime. The spectator was deluded by the hope of reaching their green and smiling summits in a few moments. In their majestic and sunny beauty they seemed to beckon and to lure you on. Even those who had been for a long time accustomed to this enchanting region would have been impressed to- day with its exalted beauty. Grand old Nature is a woman, and has her feminine peculiarities; she rejoices in her beaux jours, even as other women.
The landscape spread out at the feet of those two monks now walking in silent contemplation on the platform before the Cloister of Camens, had truly to-day her beau jour, and sparkled and glittered in undisturbed repose.
”How beautiful is the world!” said one, folding his hands piously, and gazing up into the valley; ”created by wisdom and love, adapted to our necessities and enjoyments, to a life well-pleasing to G.o.d.
Look now, brother, at the imposing majesty of that mountain, and at the lovely, smiling valley which lies at its feet. There, in the little village of Camens, this busy world is in motion, and from the city of Frankenstein I distinguish the sound of the bells calling to early morning prayer.”
”That is, perhaps, the alarm-bell,” said the second monk; ”the wind is against us; we could not hear the sound of the small bells. I fear that is the alarm-bell.”
”Why should the Frankensteiners sound the alarm-bell, Brother Tobias?” said his companion, with a soft, incredulous smile.