Chapter IX

The Runaway

The Prince and Leuchtmar one day took a long ride to a mill in a wooded

valley about two miles away. When about a a half-mile distant from it

they met a horseman. He suddenly drew up as if undecided whether to keep

on his way or take another road. At last he approached them, and the

Prince and Leuchtmar recognized him as the miller's son--a strong,

handsome young fellow. He greeted them and was about to ride on.

"Stephen, wait a minute and tell----"

But Stephen put spurs to his horse and dashed on. The Prince looked from

the rider to his governor as if to seek an explanation of his conduct.

Suddenly Stephen turned, rode back, and stopping a few paces away from

them said: "Herr Prince, console my parents, and tell them I will

restore everything that the war takes from them. God keep and bless you

also." Thereupon he turned once more and soon disappeared in the woods.

Leuchtmar at once understood Stephen's strange conduct: he was on his

way to Wallenstein's army. Leuchtmar rode by the side of the Prince with

a serious face, for the latter several times looked at him inquiringly.

It was an embarrassing situation for him. What should he do? Pass over

the whole matter in silence? He considered it from every point of view.

At last, he said: "Stephen has run away from his parents. Sooner or

later he will regret it. He is going to the foreign war, and remember,

Prince, it is a foreign war. We are not at war with any one."

His words did not wholly allay the Prince's disquiet, for Stephen had

said he would restore to his parents everything that the war took from

them; and this clearly indicated war in that neighborhood. Leuchtmar was

not unaware of that statement, and it made it all the harder for him to

decide what to do. Should he ride on to the mill? He feared what might

be said then; but they were already so near it that they could hear the

barking of the miller's dog.

Suddenly he stopped and said: "Prince, I shall be a poor consoler for

Stephen's parents. I would rather ride over here a few days hence."

Both turned their horses, but before they had gone far they saw the

miller hurrying along the footpath. He was already close to them. It

would not be polite to run away from the old man, Leuchtmar said to

himself, and stopped. The Prince followed his example. The gray-haired

miller accosted them. "My son, my son," he moaned, "have you met him on

the road, Herr Prince?"

The Prince replied: "Yes, my good man, we met your Stephen. He was about

to pass us without a word, but at last he called to me and asked me to

console you and tell you he would restore everything that the war might

take from you."

"Alas!" exclaimed the old man, "it is just as I thought. The wicked boy!

He has joined hands with the devil and left his old parents, who will

soon go to the grave in sorrow."

"But what put such an idea into his head?" asked Leuchtmar.

"Ah! my good sir," replied the miller, "one lad can spoil many others.

Fine, strong young fellows have been running away from all the villages

hereabouts. And now, alas, my Stephen! God knows what is the matter with

these young fellows. Wallenstein is their idol, their ideal of all that

is splendid. Many have been running away to him for a long time and some

of them are now officers. Those stories about him pass from mouth to

mouth and attract those who are not bad at heart. Tell them he is a

Catholic and the leader of the Catholic army and they will reply: 'We

care nothing about our religion, what he wants is men of courage.' For

several days Stephen has been talking with my daughter Elizabeth. He

said to her: 'Am I to wait here until Wallenstein comes, and then get

treated like a mangy dog who is clipped and has to lie behind the stove,

while everything is going topsy turvy without?' And Elizabeth replied:

'Even if they come into our neighborhood and the villages around us,

they will not find us here in the valley; and even if they should, we

can run into the forest and stay until they are gone.' Stephen answered:

'You do not understand what you are talking about, Elizabeth. Once the

Wallensteinians are here in the villages they will quickly find the way

to the mills and farms. I tell you they have keen noses. There are many

of them who have lost all they had in the war, and they are going to

make it up with whatever they can lay their hands on here, and then, I

tell you, when we have lost everything you will be glad to see Stephen

coming home with his pockets full of gold pieces.' This is the way the

boy talked; and when Elizabeth told me about it, it made me sad and

anxious. 'Take the boy to Schoneick,' said my wife to me yesterday, 'and

keep him there. Perhaps he will gradually forget all about the war.' He

must have overheard her, for when I was making ready to do so to-day he

took the horse out of the stall, mounted, and rode off. Alas! I shall

never see him again, my Stephen, my handsome boy!"

"Your misfortune touches me deeply, old father," said the Prince, "but

how could Stephen engage in such a foolish project? We are not at war

with any one. Even if the troops should come here, they would come as

friends and harm no one."

"Ah, my gracious Prince," replied the miller, "the good God thus far has

protected this region from the calamity of war, but what about other

parts of the country? You well know that even the hereditary Prince is

not safe in the capital, but has to live in a fortress. If troops were

to come into the country to-day, they would treat burghers and peasants

alike without caring whether they were enemies or friends. That is what

I say, but you, gracious Prince, of course, know more about it than I."

Instead of replying, the Prince reddened. He was ashamed to expose his

ignorance. The old man read this in his looks, and continued: "Perhaps

your princely parents have kept the knowledge of such things from you.

Yes, yes, it must be so. They may think their dear son will have enough

of suffering without this. Well, well, they are right, the good

parents."

The Prince had lost all desire to go to the miller's house. He gave the

Baron to understand this and both rode off. On the way, Leuchtmar said

to him: "The miller has mentioned things about which we will talk later,

if your parents think it advisable. I will communicate with them at

once, and in the meantime beg you patiently to await their decision."

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