_Benvolio._ Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home
to-night?
_Mercutio._ Not to his father’s; I spoke with his man.
SHAKESPEARE: _Romeo and Juliet._
A man and two horses entered the courtyard of the palace of the governor
of Throndhjem. The horseman dismounted, shaking his head with a
discontented air. He was about to lead the two animals to the stable,
when his arm was seized, and a voice cried: “How! You here alone, Poël!
And your master,--where is your master?”
It was old General Levin de Knud, who, seeing from his window the young
man’s servant and the empty saddle, descended quickly, and fastened upon
the groom a gaze which betrayed even more alarm than his question.
“Your Excellency,” said Poël, with a low bow, “my master has left
Throndhjem.”
“What! has he been here, and gone again without seeing his general,
without greeting his old friend! And how long since?”
“He arrived this evening and left this evening.”
“This evening,--this very evening! But where did he stay? Where has he
gone?”
“He stopped at the Spladgest, and has embarked for Munkholm.”
“Ah! I supposed he was at the antipodes. But what is his business at
that castle? What took him to the Spladgest? Just like my knight-errant.
After all, I am rather to blame, for why did I give him such a bringing
up? I wanted him to be free in spite of his rank.”
“Therefore he is no slave to etiquette,” said Poël.
“No; but he is to his own caprice. Well, he will doubtless return. Rest
and refresh yourself, Poël. Tell me,” and the general’s face took on an
expression of solicitude, “tell me, Poël, have you been doing much
running up and down?”
“General, we came here direct from Bergen. My master was melancholy.”
“Melancholy! Why, what can have occurred between him and his father? Is
he averse to this marriage?”
“I do not know. But they say that his Serene Highness insists upon it.”
“Insists! You say, Poël, that the viceroy insists upon this match! But
why should he insist unless Ordener refused?”
“I don’t know, your Excellency. He seems sad.”
“Sad! Do you know how his father received him?”
“The first time, it was at the camp, near Bergen. His Serene Highness
said, ‘I seldom see you, my son.’ ‘So much the better for me, my lord
and father,’ replied my master, ‘if you take note of it.’ Then he gave
his Grace certain details about his travels in the North, and his Grace
said: ‘It is well.’ Next day my master came back from the palace and
said: ‘They want me to marry; but I must consult my second father,
General Levin.’ I saddled the horses, and here we are.”
“Really, my good Poël,” said the general, in trembling tones, “did he
really call me his second father?”
“Yes, your Excellency.”
“Woe to me if this marriage distresses him, for I will sooner incur the
king’s displeasure than lend myself to it. And yet, the daughter of the
Lord High Chancellor of both kingdoms--By the way, Poël, does Ordener
know that his future mother-in-law, Countess d’Ahlefeld, has been here
incognito since yesterday, and that the count is expected?”
“I don’t know, General.”
“Oh, yes,” thought the old governor, “he knows it; for why else should
he beat a retreat the instant that he arrived?”
Upon this, the general, with a friendly wave of the hand to Poël, and a
salute to the sentinel who presented arms to him, returned in anxious
mood to the quarters which he had left in anxious mood.