CHAPTER XIX.

'What is now to be done to advance the main object?' asked Conradi of

the sullenly silent Arwed. 'I think we had better send a pressing

petition to the diet, although I should hope nothing from it. They will

leave every thing to the special commission,--and from the people, who

are congratulating each other and rejoicing that they have become

coadjutors in this business, we have nothing to expect.'

'Have they done that?' asked Arwed eagerly.

'Yes,' answered Conradi. 'Some among them have presumed openly to say,

if Goertz does not lose his head this time, we shall lose ours.'

'Miserable spirit of party!' cried Arwed; 'under whose shield the judge

may venture unpunished to throw his own hatred into the scale against

the accused.'

For a while they walked on silently together. All at once Arwed

stopped. 'God has given me a thought!' said he. 'The young duke arrived

here yesterday. Goertz has never ceased to be his servant. He was only

_loaned_ to Sweden, and the duke must interfere in his favor. The

officer of a foreign sovereign cannot be judged here.'

'It is undeniable,' said Conradi thoughtfully, 'that the duke has the

right and it is also his duty to interfere. The question is, however,

has he the will? This prince still flatters himself that he has yet a

chance of ascending the Swedish throne, and will not, therefore, be

willing to lessen his influence with the diet.'

'The attempt must be made,' cried Arwed resolutely. 'I will hasten to

him. Have the goodness to send information to the baroness Goertz upon

the Blasiusholm, that she will, as I hope, be permitted to visit her

father; and, God willing, we will meet in the morning at the Suedermalm

council house.'

They shook hands and separated, Arwed flew to the palace of the duke of

Holstein Gottorp. He was immediately announced and admitted. With an

irresolute face, wherein hope and fear alternately prevailed, came the

young prince to meet him, asking in an effeminate tone, 'what is your

pleasure?'

'One of the officers,' answered Arwed, 'who, in the camp before

Frederickshall, was anxious to have your grace proclaimed king of

Sweden, ventures to bring the name of the unhappy Goertz to your

remembrance.'

'I do not wish to hear any thing of this man,' said the duke, looking

timidly about him. 'My interference in the case might be misconstrued

by the Swedes, and it behoves me at this moment to avoid every thing

which might occasion a misunderstanding.'

'Goertz is without aid and in prison,' proceeded Arwed, with manly

earnestness, 'because they fear his ability, his activity and his

devotion to your grace. Through this imprisonment of your servant, your

sovereign rights are infringed. His life is in danger. To save it, it

is only necessary for your grace to claim him of the Swedish government

with princely energy. However great the animosity against him, party

rage cannot withstand your demand, without violating the law of

nations. They must deliver the unhappy man to you, and you will have

the satisfaction of gratifying the feelings of your heart by this

exercise of your rightful power, and of preserving for yourself an able

supporter.'

'You would have spared yourself this long exposition, captain,' said

the duke, with an unmeaning smile, 'had you known that Goertz has

ceased to be my servant.'

An indignant 'ah!' escaped from the youth, and the duke proceeded.--'A

man whom the whole Swedish nation as with one voice accuses, could not

remain in my service. He has been dismissed from the offices which he

held under me. And, being wholly surrendered, the laws of the country

which he has offended must decide his fate.'

'I understand!' exclaimed Arwed with great excitement.--'Your grace

hopes to win the love of Sweden by the desertion of your truest friend,

and by publicly offering him up to gratify her vengeance. But if I may

venture to judge of my native country, this sad expedient will entirely

fail. It will only cause you to be hated. And your ingratitude will

again with ingratitude be rewarded.'

Overwhelmed with despair at the wreck of this last hope, he rushed into

the street.

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