Part 7 (1/2)
”Regine told me you and he understood one another at last,” remarked Wallmoden, with a glance at his friend's dark, gloomy face.
”For a few minutes; then I had to be the stern, hard father again, and this last hour has shown me how hard a task it will be to conquer and direct this unruly, undisciplined nature, but for all that, I must and will subdue it.”
His friend stepped to the window and looked out upon the garden.
”It is twilight already and the Burgsdorf fish-pond is half an hour's walk from here,” he said, half aloud. ”You could have this last meeting held in your presence if you saw fit.”
”And see Zalika again? Impossible! I could and would not do that.”
”If this farewell does not end as you antic.i.p.ate--if Hartmut does not come back?”
”Then he would be beneath contempt, a liar,” said Falkenried, ”a deserter too, for he already carries arms at his side. But do not insult me with such thoughts, Herbert. It is my son of whom you speak.”
”He is Zalika's son also. But we won't discuss it any more. They are waiting for you in the dining-room; you will not go to-night?”
”Yes, in two hours,” answered the Major, steadily and quietly. ”Hartmut will be back by then--I'll answer for it.”
The gray shadows of evening already lay on field and meadow, and they grew each moment thicker and darker. The short hazy autumn day was at an end, and the clouded sky brought the night down more quickly than usual.
A woman's figure could be seen pacing impatiently up and down on the sh.o.r.e of the little lake. She had a dark mantle drawn closely around her shoulders, but she paid little heed to the frosty evening air which was blowing about her; she was feverish with expectation, and her ear was strained to catch the first echo of approaching footsteps.
Since the first day on which Willibald had surprised them both, and they had been forced to take him into their confidence, Zalika had chosen a late hour in the afternoon, and a lonely place in the wood for her meetings with her son. She was accustomed to meet him before the twilight began, in order that he might not attract attention by returning late to Burgsdorf. He had always been punctual, but to-day his mother had waited already an hour, in vain. What accident had detained him, or had their secret been disclosed? Since a third knew it, she was prepared for such a contingency.
All was so silent in the wood that the rustle of her gown and her light footsteps as she walked to and fro, were the only sounds which greeted her ear.
Beneath the tall trees lay long nocturnal shadows; over the pond where there was more light, being free from shade, hung a faint vapory cloud, and over yonder in the meadows, where a pool of water, concealed by the mossy moorland, had formed, the mists had gathered still more thickly and hung like a gray-white veil over all the heath. The air from the meadows was blowing damp and chill.
At last there was a light step, faint and uncertain--then, as it came on quickly in the direction of the pond, firmer and more resolute. Now a slender figure came in view, scarcely recognizable in the gathering darkness, and Zalika flew to meet her son, who, in the next minute lay in her arms.
”What has happened?” she asked amidst the wonted stormy caresses. ”Why are you so late? I had begun to despair of seeing you to-day. What detained you?”
”I could not come sooner,” Hartmut explained, still breathless, after his long run. ”I come from my father.”
Zalika drew back.
”From your father? And he knows--?”
”All!”
”So he is at Burgsdorf? Since when? who told him?”
The young man related in a few words all that had happened, but he had not finished when a bitter laugh from his mother interrupted him.
”Of course, they are all in the plot together to keep me from my child.
And your father? He has threatened and punished you again as if you were a criminal, because you have been in your mother's arms?”
Hartmut shook his head. The memory of the moment when his father drew him to his breast was yet before him, despite all the bitterness with which the scene had ended.
”No,” he said sadly, ”but he has forbidden me to see you again, and sternly commanded me to part from you.”
”And in spite of all, you are here? O, I knew it!”