Part 28 (1/2)

CHAPTER XII.

THE RUSSIAN GENERAL AND THE GERMAN MAN.

Scarcely had the Jewish deputation left Gotzkowsky's house, before he betook himself, full of the important information received from General Bachmann, to General Tottleben's residence, fully determined to venture every thing to prevent the execution of the cruel order which threatened the factories and other branches of industry. But this was not the sole object which led him there. He went there as a representative of the whole town. Every one who needed a.s.sistance applied to him, and to each one he had promised to intercede for him. Laden with pet.i.tions and commissions from the magistracy, the merchants, and the citizens of Berlin, he entered the Russian general's quarters. Deeply inspired with the importance of his commission, he traversed the halls which led to the general's private apartments, saying to himself, ”This is the most important mission I have ever undertaken, for the welfare of the whole town depends upon it--a million dollars depend upon every word I may utter. Many a struggle have I had in these days, but this is the hardest of them all, and victory hangs on my tongue.”

With beaming countenance and sparkling eyes, with his whole being animated with the sacredness of his office, he entered the cabinet of the Russian general. Tottleben did not offer him, as heretofore, a friendly welcome. He did not even raise his eyes from the dispatches which he was in the act of reading, and his contracted brows and the whole expression of his countenance was such as to discourage any pet.i.tion or pleading. At this moment General von Tottleben was a true Russian, and, thanks to General Fermore's dispatches, he had succeeded in suppressing his German sympathy. At least he flattered himself that he had, and for that reason he avoided meeting Gotzkowsky's clear, bright eye.

Without taking any notice, he finished reading the papers, and then rose and walked about the room. After a while he seemed as if by accident to perceive Gotzkowsky's presence, and stopped short. ”Have you come back already?” he asked in a sullen, grumbling tone. ”I know very well that you have returned to beg for all sorts of useless trash; I can't bear such eternal begging and whining--a pitiful rabble that is all the time creeping to our feet.”

”Yes, your excellency, it is nothing but a poor, pitiful rabble,” said Gotzkowsky with a smile; ”and for this very reason the Russians are despised all over Europe. Toward the high and mighty they behave like fawning hounds, and toward the low and humble they are rude and arrogant.”

”I am not speaking of the Russians,” cried the general, as he turned his lowering countenance toward Gotzkowsky, ”I am speaking of _you_.

All day long you have done nothing but beg and demand.”

But Gotzkowsky met him with quiet and smiling composure. ”Pardon, your excellency, it is you who demand; and because you are all the time demanding, I must all the time be begging. And, in fact, I am only begging for yourself.”

Tottleben looked at him in inquiring astonishment, but in silence. ”I am not begging for favor,” continued Gotzkowsky, ”but for justice; and if you grant this, why, it is so much gained for you. Then, indeed, the world will esteem you as not only brave, but just; and then only will history honor you as truly great--the equitable and humane conqueror. The Vandals, too conquered by the sword; and if it only depended on mere brute strength, wild bulls would be the greatest generals.”

Tottleben cast a fierce, angry look toward him ”For that reason,”

cried he, threateningly, ”he is a fool who irritates a wild bull.”

Gotzkowsky bowed and smiled. ”It is true one should never show him a red cloak. A firm, unterrified countenance is the only way to tame him. The bull is powerless against the mind which beams out of the human eye.”

It was very probably the very boldness of this answer which pleased the general, accustomed as he was to Russian servility. His features a.s.sumed a softer expression, and he said, in a milder tone: ”You are an extraordinary man, and there is no use in contending with you.

One is obliged to do whatever you wish. Well, now--quick, out with it--what do you want of me?”

”Justice,” said Gotzkowsky. ”You gave me your word that your soldiers should not rob nor plunder, and, notwithstanding, they do it.”

”That is not true!” thundered the general.

”It is true,” replied Gotzkowsky, calmly.

”Who dares to contradict me?” cried Tottleben, trembling with rage, and striding toward Gotzkowsky.

”I dare,” answered the latter, ”if you call that 'to dare' which is only convincing you of your error. I, myself, have seen your soldiers striking down the flying women with the b.u.t.ts of their muskets, robbing and plundering the houses. Your orders have been but poorly obeyed; and your soldiers _almost_ equal the Austrians in rudeness and violence.”

A light smile played over Tottleben's countenance. Gotzkowsky had understood how to soften his anger. ”_Almost_--only,” said he, ”woe be to my soldiers if they equal the Austrians in rudeness!” With hasty steps he traversed the apartment, and called his adjutant. ”Send patrols through the whole town,” was his order to the officer as he entered, ”and give orders to all the soldiers to maintain strict discipline. Whoever dares to plunder, is guilty of disobedience to military orders, and shall be tried by military law. The gallows for thieves and marauders--say so to my men; they know that General Tottleben keeps his word. Are you satisfied now?” he asked Gotzkowsky, as the adjutant left the room.

”I thank your excellency,” said Gotzkowsky, hesitating.

”Thank G.o.d that at last you are satisfied, and have nothing more to ask!” cried Tottleben, almost cheerfully.

”But indeed I have a great deal yet to ask, and if you allow me I will ask your excellency a question. You have just issued an order. How high up does this order reach?”

”How high up?” asked the general, surprised.

”I mean does this order which forbids the soldiers from robbing and plundering under pain of death, affect only the common private, or must the higher officers also obey it?”