Whilst Augustus was enjoying himself with the indifference of a man who
believes in destiny, Charles XII. was also hastening to his fate. In a
strange country, with a handful of men, he hurled himself against an
unknown power; and, with the bravery of a lion and the recklessness of
a young man, he accepted battle on the plains of Poltowa.
This battle was decisive for many countries, and for a still greater
number of persons.
Augustus was returning from Berlin well satisfied that he had not been
surpassed by that Court, which did not care for splendour or luxury. On
his way he was overtaken by a courtier, sent from Warsaw by Princess
Teschen, who, on being deserted by Augustus, had returned to her own
country, although she still preserved some sentiments of affection
towards her royal lover.
The Princess was the first to notify him of the fact that Charles had
been defeated. It was a great surprise to the King, who now, for the
first time, realized the mistake he had made in resigning the Polish
Crown. But, at the same time, he wished to keep his word in the face of
Europe. While he still hesitated, Flemming arrived.
"Your Majesty," said he, "treaties obtained by force are not binding.
We must return at once to Poland. Leszczynski is not a King. Your
Majesty will find thousands of loyal hands ready to defend your rights.
We have only to go, and the victory is ours."
The crown, relinquished after such heavy sacrifices, was very tempting
to the Kurfuerst. He had planned to create a great and hereditary
monarchy there. Even were he obliged to give up one of his own
provinces to his envious neighbours, Poland united to Saxony would be a
very powerful state. He must, therefore, hasten to win back the crown,
and change it from an elective to an hereditary one.
Augustus accepted Flemming's advice, and decided to return to Poland.
Flemming had many connections in Poland, in consequence of one of his
cousins having married the Castelane Przebendowska, and all his friends
had promised to help him--there could be no doubt of a happy
termination. From Poland there also came Denhoff, and the Bishop
Szaniawski, both of whom invited Augustus to return. While the King of
Denmark was at Dresden, Augustus had concluded an alliance with him,
and to it was now added Frederick of Brandenburg.
Augustus had now no time for love affairs. Immediately on receiving the
news of the battle of Pultowa, he returned to Berlin, to come to an
understanding with its sovereign. He had barely time to see Cosel,
whose quarrel with Flemming had considerably increased. Flemming felt
himself strengthened by events. The Countess had sent to him several
times, with different demands, but he always refused to carry them out,
declaring that now he had more important business to deal with. He tore
Cosel's letters in pieces and trampled on them, telling the messenger
that he did not care for her complaints or her threats. Cosel could not
put up with such provocation.
On the fourth day Flemming, who was riding, met her near the gates of
the palace. Cosel leaned out of the carriage window, and, shaking her
fist at him, exclaimed,--
"You must remember who you are, and who I am! You are the King's
servant, and have to obey orders. I am mistress here. You wish for war
with me, you shall have it."
Flemming laughed, and with apparent courtesy, touched his hat.
"I do not make war on women," said he, "and I do what I consider good
for my master. I will neither bow to, nor gratify women's caprices."
Then, setting spurs to his horse, he galloped away.
War had now begun in good earnest between them. Cosel wept with anger,
and awaited Augustus's return.
Augustus returned early the next day, and he had already been informed
of everything that had occurred, for when Flemming met him on the road,
he said to him,--
"I wonder that you, an old soldier and a diplomat, cannot live in peace
with one woman."
"Your Majesty," returned the General, "I live in peace with many, but I
cannot with those who think themselves goddesses and queens. That woman
ruins the country, and does not respect any one."
"But I love this woman, and I require her to be obeyed."
"No one slighted her, until she began to insult every one."
The King was silent, and Flemming added, confidentially,--
"She will ruin Saxony, and Poland too, and then she will not be
satisfied. Your Majesty may be satisfied with her caprices, but with us
who surround the throne, our duty is to free your Majesty from such
fetters."
Augustus hastened to speak of other matters. On reaching the castle he
went at once to Cosel, who was awaiting him with anger and reproaches,
things that Augustus disliked exceedingly.
"My King! my lord!" she cried. "Help me! Flemming treats me as if I
were the least among women. He insults me publicly; he tears my letters
in pieces and tramples on them. He has threatened to drive me from this
palace. Your Majesty must choose between him and me."
Augustus embraced her, smiling.
"Calm yourself, my dear Countess, you are excited. I need Flemming just
now, therefore I must be kind to him."
"And I?" asked Cosel.
"You know very well that I cannot live without you. But if you love me,
you will do something for my sake. You will be reconciled to Flemming."
"Never!" exclaimed Cosel.
"He will ask your pardon."
"I do not care about it. I wish never to see the man again."
Augustus took hold of her hand, and said coldly,--
"My dear Cosel, to-day you wish to be rid of Flemming, to-morrow you
will ask to be freed from Fuerstenberg, after that it will be the same
with Plug and Vitzthum. You cannot live in peace with any one."
"Because no one is friends with me," replied Anna.
She began to cry; thereupon the King rang the bell, and, despite
Cosel's opposition, ordered Flemming to be summoned.
After a long time, which Augustus employed in pacing furiously up and
down the room, the General arrived. He did not salute Cosel on
entering, but turned straight towards the King.
"My dear Flemming," said Augustus, "if you love me, you will ask pardon
of the Countess. Shake hands both of you!"
"Never!" exclaimed Cosel. "I will not shake hands with that vile
courtier, who has dared to slight a woman."
"Do not be afraid," said Flemming, "I shall not bother you by shaking
hands with you. I do not know how to lie, and I shall offer no
excuses."
The King had risen. He was angry.
"General, you will do it for me," he said.
"Neither will I do it for your Majesty. I should prefer to leave your
service."
"You villain!" screamed Cosel. "His Majesty's favours have made you
arrogant; but it is not far from Dresden to Koenigstein, thank God!"
"Cosel, for Heaven's sake!" interrupted Augustus.
"Your Majesty will permit me to be frank; for I likewise do not know
how to lie. I must tell him what I think of him. He declared war
against me, let him have it."
"I do not propose to make war against you, Countess," said Flemming. "I
have something better to do."
"Leave my house!" screamed the Countess, stamping her foot on the
floor.
"This house is not yours; there is not one thing that belongs to you;
this is a palace belonging to my King and my lord, and I shall not
leave it without his orders," replied Flemming.
Cosel began to weep and tear her dress. Then, addressing Flemming, the
King said, gently and calmly,--
"General, I beg you to make peace. I love you both; I require both of
you. Why must I suffer because of you?"
"Your Majesty does not need to listen to our quarrels; it were better
to leave them to be decided by fate."
Having exhausted all her arguments, Cosel threw herself on the sofa.
The King, seeing no means of reconciling them, either by calming
Flemming or by softening the irritated Countess, extended his hand to
the General and conducted him to the door. Then Augustus began to pace
up and down; he was thoughtful, and it was evident that he was occupied
with matters of greater importance.
Cosel loaded him reproaches.
"Alas! sire," said she, "then it has come to this, that your servants
insult me. It is my fate. Flemming laughs at the one you say you love."
"Dear Countess," he replied calmly, "all that you say proves that you
do not know how I am situated. At this moment I need Flemming more than
I do my right hand: to make him angry is to renounce the crown of
Poland. You cannot ask that of me, and if you did, as a King I should
not do it. You know that I do not refuse you anything, but there is a
limit to all things. I was a King before I was Cosel's lover."
Frowning, fearful, mad, Cosel rushed towards Augustus.
"Lover!" she screamed. "I have your written promise. I am not your
mistress; I am your wife!"
Augustus made a grimace.
"All the more reason you should pay attention to the interests of my
crown," he replied.
Again Cosel relapsed into tears. Augustus looked at the clock.
"I am not master of my own time," said he, "I have too much to do. I
must leave for Poland shortly. Dear Countess, be calm, Flemming is
impetuous, but he loves me, and will do what I ask him."
Cosel made no reply. She shook hands with Augustus silently, and he
departed.
Soon after this scene they began to prepare for the journey to Poland.
As she was _enceinte_, the Countess was unable to accompany the King on
this expedition.
Cosel well knew the danger that threatened her. At Warsaw the King
would meet Princess Teschen, and although in the whole of Augustus's
life there had never occurred a reconciliation between him and a former
favourite, Anna felt uneasy. Still she was more afraid of the other
women whom her enemies put in the King's way, in the hope of inducing
him to abandon her for a new favourite.
To save the Countess the unpleasantness of quarrels with Flemming, the
King had determined to take him with him, and although Anna would
rather have suffered his persecutions at Dresden, than have had him
close to Augustus intriguing against her, she was powerless to prevent
it.
The King was very kind towards her up to the last moment, and he
assured her that he had strictly forbidden Fuerstenberg to annoy her.
Having learned that Flemming was going with the King, and that the
Countess would remain at home, Cosel's enemies grew hopeful that things
would change, and that the combined influence of Flemming and
Przebendowska would ultimately prevail, and a new favourite be
substituted for Cosel.
Her downfall seemed to them certain.
The day of his departure, Augustus was as tender as possible. He spent
the whole day with Cosel, whose state of pregnancy having made her
weak, tried to arouse the King's pity by recalling old memories.
But this was the worst possible way she could have acted. Augustus was
charmed by vivacity, gaiety, boldness, jealousy, daring--everything
that acted on the senses; but sentiment was unknown to him; he played
at it from time to time, but he never felt it.
To attempt to arouse in him tender feelings was the surest way to bore
him. Cosel was greatly alarmed; she kissed the King; she wept; she
entreated him not to leave her, not to forget her. Augustus replied in
his choicest words, but his studied declarations were chilling.
Several years had passed; the enthusiasm of both of them had cooled.
But in the woman there remained attachment, tenderness, gratitude; in
the King a feeling of weariness predominated. Instead of pitying her
sadness, he wished to escape from it as quickly as possible; her tears
made him impatient, her grief bored him.
Cosel could no longer appear gay and cheerful as formerly, in the happy
days when she used to ride out with the King to hunt the deer, or took
her part in shooting at a target.
Her charms had not changed, but daily intercourse with her had made
them appear common in the King's eyes. Grief had not dimmed her beauty;
her eye had not lost its brilliancy; but neither her charming looks,
nor her smiles, could now bring the King to her feet. Her power over
Augustus was ended, the beloved woman had become common, because she no
longer possessed for him the charm of novelty.
Never before, when the King departed, had the Countess felt as lonely
as she did now. The palace, until then crowded, was suddenly deserted.
Cosel had no one to be with her.
During the day, the gossiping Baroness Glasenapp would rush in, or the
stern Baron Haxthausen, her only friend, would dine with her. This was
all the company she had.
In the whole crowd, her most faithful friend was Raymond Zaklika, whose
hand often trembled with the desire to attack some arrogant man who had
offended the Countess. The slightest sign from her would have been
sufficient for him, and the one whom he touched would have been a dead
man.
Looking towards him at critical moments, Cosel had sometimes noticed
him in such a state of excitement that she had been obliged to calm
him.
Being a servant, Zaklika had no opportunity of expressing his feeling,
but the Countess understood him perfectly, and knew that she could
depend on his loyalty. Had she bidden him kill Flemming, he would have
done so instantly, and would then have gone without a groan to the
scaffold. In his eyes, she was always the same beautiful star that he
had seen shining in bygone days among the linden trees at Laubegast. To
him she even appeared more beautiful, and his whole happiness lay in
the privilege of seeing her several times a day.
But whilst at Dresden all was sad and quiet, the King, in the best of
spirits, and full of hope, was hastening to Warsaw. Flemming was with
him, the Countess Przebendowska preceded him. It was an open secret
that they wished to find a new lady for the King at Warsaw. They did
not wish her to be as beautiful as Cosel, for beauty such as hers
threatened a long attachment; neither must she be witty, for the King
was content with giddiness, and she must not possess a heart, for it
was only at the commencement that Augustus played a sentimental part.
Youth, great daring, coquetry, a good name, and good breeding were
sufficient, and would counterbalance Cosel.
With these instructions, Countess Przebendowska started for Warsaw,
where she was to choose. Flemming's cousin was a great friend of
Countess Bielinska, whose two married daughters, the Countesses Denhoff
and Pociej, both pretty, quiet and merry, could be placed on the list
of candidates.
The first day after her arrival, Przebendowska paid a visit to her
friend, who gave her a cordial welcome. She knew Przebendowska's
influence over Flemming, and his power over the King.
"My dear," said Przebendowska, "I come to you with many troubles, and I
hope you will help me."
"I will share them with you willingly," rejoined Bielinska.
"We are having great trouble with the King," continued Przebendowska.
"He is in love with a woman who for several years has made him do
whatever she pleases."
"I know Cosel!" interrupted Bielinska. "But why did not the King hold
to Teschen?"
"He is never faithful to any one for long. We must get rid of Cosel,
and find him some one else. The King is wearied."
Bielinska became thoughtful.
"It is easy enough to find some one else, but we must be careful not to
put new fetters on him."
Countess Przebendowska stayed to dinner with her friend, whose two
daughters were also dining with her. Both of these ladies were young,
elegant in movement, and pretty. Countess Pociej was small and neat;
she appeared frail, but her eyes lit up with fire, laughter was for
ever bursting from her lips. Countess Denhoff was not tall either; she
was gracious, and played the part of a melancholy person, although
naturally she was flighty, and burned with a desire for gaiety. Her
eyes sparkled with wit and malice, which she veiled under an
exaggerated modesty.
Countess Przebendowska talked on indifferent subjects, but she never
let the two pretty young ladies out of her sight for a moment. The
dinner ended, the two old ladies were left alone.
Przebendowska knew well that Bielinska's affairs were in a bad state,
and she at once began to condole with her about them. Presently her
friend said,--
"You have seen my daughters. Marie is quiet, fresh, and pretty; she is
also good-hearted, submissive, and easily guided. How do you like her?"
"She is charming."
"She is like quicksilver, and, although she seems delicate, she is
really very strong and lively."
Then, lowering her voice, the mother continued,--
"We have been good friends since childhood; if some one must be so
happy as to attach the King, why should we not introduce Marie to him?"
"I did not know if you would wish it."
"Why not? Denhoff is a bad husband, and he is not young, either; she is
very unhappy with him. If he objects to have the King as a rival, Marie
will obtain a divorce from him."
"But would she be willing?"
"I will persuade her," said the anxious mother. "It would really be a
great blessing for us. Our affairs are in a shocking condition. Should
my husband die, we should all be ruined."
Countess Przebendowska neither promised nor refused.
"We shall see, we shall see," she said; then added, "We must not say a
word to Marie until we are sure she pleases the King. Cosel was jealous
and arbitrary; after her, he will require some one who is gentle,
merry, and submissive."
"He would not find any one who answered that description better than
Marie does--that I warrant you."
After a long time spent in conversation, the friends separated, a good
understanding having been established between them.
A few days later the King and Flemming arrived. Countess Przebendowska
lived in the same house with her uncle, and they were able to talk
freely even on the first evening. She at once mentioned Countess
Denhoff to him.
The General made a grimace; he had heard a great deal about that lady
and her giddiness; but after a pause he said,--
"The King is weary, and any woman can captivate him, so it may be
better for him to have her."
The next day the General said that before deciding anything he must
make the acquaintance of Countess Denhoff. Both the ladies were
accordingly invited to spend an evening at Countess Przebendowska's
palace. Flemming did not much like the candidate, but after searching
about for several days they were obliged to decide on Countess Denhoff,
she being less dangerous than any of the others. Having learned a
lesson by his experience with Cosel, Flemming was afraid of an
ambitious woman, or one who desired to rule. Countess Denhoff was giddy
and coquettish, but she was not jealous, and never dreamt of
influencing any one; she was simply fond of life.
The next day, Countess Przebendowska had an opportunity of approaching
the King. She was merry and jocular.
"Your Majesty," said she, "it seems as though it should be Poland's
turn now."
"Dear Countess, what do you mean?"
"After Lubomirska there was Cosel, and after her it seems necessary to
choose some one from Warsaw."
"But I desire to remain faithful to Countess Anna."
"In Dresden," replied Countess Przebendowska; "but in Warsaw, and
during her absence--"
The King smiled.
"Has your Majesty looked at the beauties in our theatres?" she
continued.
"No, I have not!"
"Then I will take the liberty of attracting your Majesty's attention to
one of them. There is not another here prettier or sweeter than she is.
She is young, and has a beautiful hand."
"Who is she?" asked the King.
"Countess Denhoff, _nee_ Bielinska," whispered the lady.
"I do not remember her," said Augustus; "but being an admirer of female
beauty, I promise you I shall take advantage of the first opportunity
that offers to make the acquaintance of so charming a lady as you
describe this one to be."
[Illustration: The Countess Denhoff]
"If your Majesty will do me the honour to accept a modest supper at my
house, to-morrow, perhaps I could succeed in presenting her to you."
The King looked at her, but it seemed as though she did not notice it,
for, had she, she must have blushed, so ironical was his glance.
The same day Countess Bielinska was closeted with Countess Denhoff, and
when they separated the latter was confused, but at the same time
happy. Being accustomed to be regarded as a queen in her own little
circle, and sure that everything she did must please, she was
frightened at these preparations for a new fortune. She did not oppose
her mother's will, but there was so much trouble, and the frivolous
woman did not like too many ceremonies.
Flemming and Przebendowska knew that it was necessary that the King
should be received with great splendour; the modest supper therefore
was altered to a magnificent ball. When the King arrived, he found
Countess Denhoff surrounded by many beautiful ladies. He went over to
her and began a conversation, which did not succeed at all, and it was
noticed that Augustus did not appear to be smitten by her beauty.
After supper the King danced with Countess Denhoff, who was still
confused and awkward. The first impression was not such as Flemming's
sister had expected.
After the reception the King said to Vitzthum,--
"Have you seen that they wish to seduce me here; but so long as women
such as Denhoff wish to compete against Cosel, the latter is perfectly
safe."
Vitzthum, who was in a good humour at the time, replied,--
"Your Majesty, it is not a question of Countess Cosel's happiness, for
she can remain in Dresden, and Madam Denhoff at Warsaw. But it seems
that the Poles complain that they are wronged by Countess Cosel, and
wish you to select some one from among them. It would therefore be
necessary to divide your Majesty's heart between Saxony and Poland."
The King laughed.
"It is all very well for you," said he, "but every day I receive
letters full of reproaches, and then they try and tempt me here."
"The King should do that which pleases him."
Augustus did not need to be persuaded of that.
On Countess Bielinska's part, everything that might attract the King
was attended to. The next day he was invited to supper, and Countess
Denhoff and her sister amused him by singing to the harpsichord.
This evening Countess Denhoff was more daring, and while singing, she
constantly looked across at the King, who liked to be provoked. Her
mother and sister helped her, answering for her, and choosing merry
subjects of conversation. The King soon grew to like the house and the
people, and to visit them oftener; and it was not long before he became
accustomed to the little Countess, and fell in love with her, as much
as such a man as he was able.
The King was constantly receiving letters from Cosel, to whom her
enemies purposely communicated everything: these letters were in
consequence full of bitter reproaches. At first the King used to reply
to them, but gradually he left them unanswered.
In a conversation with Vitzthum, the King had expressed a wish to get
rid of Countess Cosel, whom he feared. Flemming determined to utilize
the remark, and one evening when the King sighed, he laughed.
"I should like," said he, "to remind your Majesty of an old story which
might perhaps be applied to present circumstances."
"For instance?" queried Augustus.
"In old times," said Flemming, "before he met the beautiful Aurore, the
Kurfuerst of Saxony was in love with Rechenberg. Soon he wished to get
rid of her. Then the Kurfuerst of Saxony asked Chancellor Beichling to
help him. Beichling courted the lady, and the King was freed."
"I doubt if you would succeed in the same way with Cosel," said the
King.
"One could always try."
"Whom do you wish to make happy with her?"
"I would leave the choice to your Majesty's penetration," said
Flemming.
The King strode up and down the room, smiling ironically.
"It is difficult to choose, for Cosel has very few acquaintances who
would even dare to approach her. Why not employ Baron Lowendhal, who,
being her relation and _protege_, can approach her more easily than any
one else. If I could prove to her that she was unfaithful, I should
have a pretext for breaking with her."
"I will employ Lowendhal," said the General. "She has done a great deal
for him, but the King has done more; besides, he would not like to fail
with Cosel."
"He will do what he is ordered."
As a result of this conversation, a letter was despatched to Dresden,
to Lowendhal, ordering him to compromise Cosel.