SATIETY
'A Cloud of sorrow hanging as if Gloom
Had passed out of men's minds into the air.'
SHELLEY.
FRIEDRICH WILHELM and his Highness of Wirtemberg started early on the
morning after the state banquet. A number of wild boars had been tracked
in the Kernen forest and good sport was anticipated. The Landhofmeisterin
from her couch heard the stir of the sportsmen's departure. In happier
days she had waved farewell to her lover from her window, now she turned
her face to the wall and moaned in anguish. But the day's routine should
be carried out as usual, that she vowed; no one should pity her, no one
notice that she feared her sun had set. She dressed according to her wont
in a magnificent gown, sat patiently for an hour in her powdering closet
while the obsequious Frenchman dressed her hair elaborately and powdered
the curls afresh.
She reflected grimly on the blessings of powder to age-silvering locks;
none would see that her black hair was streaked with white.
Her step had never been prouder than when she walked through her empty
antehall which, but a few days earlier, had been filled with a bowing
crowd of courtiers. She was almost surprised to find Baron Schütz
awaiting her as usual in the 'Landhofmeisterin's business-room,' that
small room on the ground floor of the west pavilion whence for twenty
years had issued the ruling orders of Wirtemberg. She worked as she had
done each morning for many years. Sitting at the large middle table she
transacted the business of the Dukedom. Beside her was a pile of
unwritten papers signed at the bottom of each page by Eberhard Ludwig. It
was only needful to write any decree above his Highness's signature, to
affix his seal beneath, and to add her own official name 'W. von
Grävenitz-Würben, pro Landhofmeister Wirtembergs,' to make the writing an
unassailable, all-powerful, official document. Gradually things had come
to this pass. The Duke preferred hunting, shooting, riding, to affairs of
State, and in the course of years the Grävenitz had succeeded in grasping
complete, autocratic power. There was no one to hinder her; her brother
was Prime Minister in name, but he was forced to bring each important
matter to her, for she represented his Highness.
The Geheimräthe were one and all her creatures; the Duke refused to
meddle, and if he expressed a wish, it was so promptly and ostentatiously
carried out that he never realised how entirely he had ceded the reins of
government to his mistress. To the Landhofmeisterin's working-room came
the officers of the Secret Service, bringing their reports on the doings
of all Wirtembergers of high or low estate, each report of value being
carefully noted and locked away in the wire-protected shelves which
furnished the walls.
The Landhofmeisterin laboured, according to habit, on the morning after
the banquet, and if she detected a freer tone in the heretofore
obsequious Schütz's voice, a shade of insolence in his manner, she gave
no sign thereof. If anything, she was more haughty, more dictatorial than
ever.
'I am retiring to La Favorite for a few days' rest, Baron Schütz,' she
said, when the affairs of the day were accomplished; 'you will bring me
any business which it is necessary for me to consider. I shall have these
with me'--she tapped the signed pages--'the seal I shall also have with
me. As I am fatigued, I shall not work longer this morning. Au revoir,
Baron.' He was dismissed.
'Your Excellency would do well to leave me the signatures. I may have
need of them,' he said hurriedly, stretching out his hand towards the
pile of signed warrant papers.
'Since when can Baron Schütz dispose of his Highness's signature? I have
already told you that if urgent business arises, in spite of my fatigue,
I shall be prepared to attend to it at La Favorite. Au revoir, Baron.'
She spoke resolutely, yet in a perfectly unconcerned voice, and Schütz,
fearing lest his observations had failed him, and the 'great one' was
after all not nearing her downfall, bowed himself out with his accustomed
obsequiousness. He would have changed his mind could he have seen the
cloud of misery and anxiety which settled on her face directly she was
alone. She arranged various papers, extracting several from the neatly
docketed packets. These she regarded as instruments in her hands; this
document was a sword of Damocles which she could suspend over the head of
that enemy; this other a pistol which, an she willed it, she could level
at the credit and honour of another; here a short report spelling ruin to
a noble family's pride; there a note to convict an honoured courtier of
fraud or of traitorous intrigue. If she was indeed to fall, she would not
alone be flung from her eminence; those who had hated her should also be
dragged down with her. She smiled bitterly. After all, even though she
wreaked vengeance as she fell, what would it avail her? This triumph of
her spite would be a satisfaction, but----She sighed, and would have
replaced the damning papers in their hiding-place. No! she would take
them with her. If the crushing misfortune came, at least she would have
the consolation of retaining some power over others.
Sadly she mounted the stairs to her own apartments, and calling the
waiting-maid, she bade Maria gather together all the jewels and gold; a
few of her best-loved books; some of her most gorgeous clothes.
Grumbling, Maria packed them in a huge nail-studded chest.
The Landhofmeisterin stood watching till the last chosen object was
safely packed away, then she bade Maria summon lackeys from La Favorite.
They came quickly, and her Excellency ordered them to carry the chest to
her little Château Joyeux. Her voice was perfectly steady as she gave
these orders, her face stern and calm. Her whole action was unhurried,
deliberate; she might have been making arrangements for a gay hunting
expedition. There was no trace of anxiety in her manner.
Maria hovered about, after the lackeys had departed with the chest. Did
her Excellency wish for this or that? Should she accompany her Ladyship's
Grace to La Favorite? Calmly the Landhofmeisterin bade her precede her,
she would follow in a few moments. She heard Maria locking the wardrobes
in the chamber below, listened to her giving orders for the redding up of
the apartments, exactly as she had heard the maid finish her preparations
for departure a hundred times before starting for Urach or Freudenthal.
'Beloved, the coaches await us; shall we begin our journey?' The
Landhofmeisterin started. Yes; that was how Eberhard Ludwig had summoned
her in the old, happy days. Her nerves had tricked her, it was only an
echo of long ago. Could everything, indeed, be ended? Was she leaving
Ludwigsburg for ever? Ah, no, no! how absurd! Of course Serenissimus
would recall her directly this blustering King had gone back to his drill
at Berlin! And yet----
She moved slowly round her rooms. Fifteen years since Frisoni had
conducted her to her pavilion! She recalled how she and Eberhard Ludwig
had laughed at the little Italian's ruse, when he led them up and down
corridors and stairs in order to reach her apartments from his Highness's
rooms. The memory of their mirth was torture to her. Once more she took
the key from her bosom and, passing through the statue gallery, she
gained the hiding-place behind the arras. She listened, but there was no
sound; she pressed the secret spring of the tapestry door and entered the
writing-closet. Slowly she walked round the room; she had not come to rob
the bureau this time, nor to upbraid her lover, nor to tempt him once
again. No; she had come to bid farewell, to look her last upon the
familiar scene. One of the Duke's gauntleted hunting-gloves lay on the
floor; she stooped and lifted it and put it to her lips. Then the full
sense of her loneliness came to her, and she sobbed aloud. She hurried
away, and her last vision of that well-known room was blurred by her
tears.
One parting look round her own apartments, and she passed out on to the
roofed terrace which led from the Corps de Logis to the West Pavilion.
Here her own face met her on sculptured vaulting and ornamented wall. Her
face, young, smiling, voluptuous, surrounded by the emblems of music held
by Cupids. Love, music, and herself. What a mockery it seemed to her,
this open homage, this enduring monument of a dead passion!
With steady tread she paced down the flight of stone steps to the second
terrace. Again a statue with her features met her eye. Frisoni had
designed the pedestal. She remembered how she had laughed at the Italian
for drawing a figure of Time with huge wings and holding giant
sickle-blades in his oversized hands. She had called it awkward and
ill-conceived, and the Italian had told her that Time was an awkward
giant; that he crushed strength and glory sometimes, and left weakness
and shame to live. She had hardly noted the answer then, but it came back
to her now. She looked at the sickle-blades and shuddered, knowing that
Time had mown her down at last.
* * * * *
All day the Landhofmeisterin busied herself with her books, with playing
upon the spinet, and singing her favourite songs. She was a prey to
fearful unrest. Night fell, the hunters had returned, and yet his
Highness sent no word to her he had called 'Life of my Life.' Perchance
he was much occupied. The Prussian King was an exacting guest, she told
herself; framing excuses, reasons, all the pitiful resources of a woman's
heart, to explain away her beloved's coldness. The fact that the
courtiers held aloof from her caused her no pain, only bitter anger, yet
even for these she elaborated reasons of absence. How often had she
wearied of these people's importunities, how often longed to be left in
peace, and yet now she would have given vast sums could she have seen her
antechamber full again. She knew that Friedrich Wilhelm's visit would
terminate on the morning following the wild-boar sticking in the Kernen
forest. Would he go, this rough, virtue-loving despot? She remembered how
he had tarried four whole weeks at Dresden when he had paid a visit to
Augustus the Strong some years before. And this in spite of his
disapproval of the reigning favourite, the Countess Orzelska, and the
many lesser stars of that licentious court. Good Heavens! would he stay
four weeks at Ludwigsburg? She smiled; even in her despair there was
something humorous in her being which no sadness could dull, and she
found her own dismay at the honoured guest's possible procrastination a
trifle comic.
Eberhard Ludwig must come back to her--he must; she repeated it over and
over again. The night brought her no rest; always the same hammering
thought, the torturing, nagging possibilities, the tangle of
recollections. Sometimes she slipped away for a few moments into a
restless sleep, but her dreams were as terrible as her waking thoughts.
She was journeying in her coach to Stetten, the horses galloped
fast--ever faster!--Eberhard Ludwig was at her side, then, with a gesture
of anger, he flung himself out of the carriage. She was alone, and the
horses were rushing onwards. A giant figure, of pitiless face, stood in
their way--a being with huge, gnarled hands which held enormous
sickle-blades. The horses were mown down, now the blades were descending
over her. 'Great God! Mercy! he is cutting out my heart!' she awoke
screaming.
Then the strain of agonised thought began once more to whirl in her mind.
Eberhard Ludwig must come back--he must. She fell asleep, and again the
Dream Demon took hold of her. Now she was in Duke Christopher's Grotto in
Stuttgart. The mob was nearing her, and her feet always slipped back on
the slimy steps--she would never gain the first gallery. A shadowy figure
with bleeding hands barred her way--the White Lady--the murderess. 'Back
to the world to take your punishment!' the ghost whispered, and oh,
horror! she pushed her back with those terrible, bleeding hands--_back_,
down the slippery, slimy steps towards the crowd.
Eberhard Ludwig led the mob, and the Prussian King was with him. 'Beloved
of my life, heart of my soul!' the Duke said, and clasped her to him; but
his arms had become sickle-blades and they cut her to the heart, while
Friedrich Wilhelm laughed and waved a cudgel. It hit her on the brow,
blow after blow. 'Wanton, wanton, witch and wanton!' the King bawled at
each stroke. She was dreaming; she knew it, she must awake; but the Dream
Demon had not done with her. Now she was with Würben, now with Madame de
Ruth, now at Güstrow, now at Urach in the Golden Hall, but always the
glistening sickle-blades followed her. Würben cut at her with them;
Madame de Ruth, Monsieur Gabriel, every one had got these searing
blades, and always Eberhard Ludwig stood watching, watching, and he did
not save her!
In the grey dawn she awoke. It was all a dream, then. What was wrong,
though? There was something--ah, yes! Eberhard Ludwig had ceased to love
her. Absurd! It was a phantasy of her weary brain! She was ill,
feverish.--Eberhard was occupied with an exacting guest, that was all. He
would come back to her--he must. At last she slept dreamlessly. Fatigue
conquered agony, and she slept.
* * * * *
The Landhofmeisterin awoke to a smiling world. Such a glory of Spring, of
blossom and lilac. Maria threw open the windows, and the sound of the
gardeners raking the paths of La Favorite gardens came in with the lilac
scent. It was a good world, a very young world! Alas! the Grävenitz felt
old and broken, ill from her night of agony. Maria told her that the
Prussian King had left Ludwigsburg. Very early the cavalcade had started,
and Serenissimus had ridden away with his guest.
'At what hour does his Highness return?' her Excellency queried.
'Not for several days; they say his Highness stays at Heilbronn to-night,
and rides to the frontier with the King to-morrow, then goes
boar-sticking in the Maulbronn forest, and will not return for four or
five days,' the maid answered. The Landhofmeisterin sighed; in happier
days the Duke had bidden her adieu tenderly, if he were forced to leave
her for an hour, and now---- But it was absurd; of course he could not
always worship her like a young lover, but he would never desert her.
'Who is in the antehall this morning, Maria?' she asked.
'No one, your Excellency.'
So the parasites were dropping away from the threatened tree.
* * * * *
All that day and the next, no one disturbed the solitude of La Favorite,
even Baron Schütz held aloof. On the third morning the Landhofmeisterin
sent for him, but the answer came back that the Finance Minister had left
Ludwigsburg for a few days' rest. The Landhofmeisterin reflected grimly
that Baron Schütz had never needed repose before.
Eight days passed ere Eberhard Ludwig returned. The Landhofmeisterin's
fears had grown dim, habit had resumed sway. She worked at the affairs of
State each morning, and save that the business was transacted at La
Favorite instead of at the palace, and that Baron Schütz was replaced by
an underling clerk, everything seemed to have lost that touch of the
unusual which is part of the menace of coming disaster. True, the
courtiers were scarcely assiduous in the visiting of the
Landhofmeisterin, but they dared not absent themselves entirely, for they
were uncertain as to her fate, and they feared both her revenge and her
reputed witchcraft. So they repaired perfunctorily to La Favorite, and
though her Excellency refused to receive visitors, still she was informed
of the courtiers' visits. Thus the old life seemed to be unaltered, and
the Landhofmeisterin forgot her anxiety in a measure, yet a deep
melancholy remained over her.
At length Maria reported that Serenissimus had returned, and once more a
feverish unrest seized the Grävenitz. Would he come to her? Would he
summon her? The night drew near, and no word came from the palace. The
Landhofmeisterin's fears reawoke. She paced restlessly up and down the
Favorite terrace whence she could see his Highness's windows. The lights
were lit. She watched; gradually the palace grew dark. It was as though
the light of her youth was extinguished when his Highness's windows grew
black. She waited; perchance he would come yet? A terrible weariness fell
on her. The night was very beautiful, moonlit and enchanted; the scent of
the lilac smote heavy on the air--the lilac and the red thorn blossom----
How beautiful it was, how still, how divinely young it all seemed; and
she was old, old and weary, and forsaken and unutterably sad!
'Your Excellency must rest; come, dear Madame!' It was Maria, the
faithful friend, the only one who had not profited by her mistress's vast
power; she alone who had never sought gain.
'Maria, I am too weary to sleep, and I dream so cruelly,' the Grävenitz
said sadly.
'Come and rest, and I will sit beside you all night,' the good soul
replied; and indeed, it seemed as though her honesty had driven away the
Dream Demon, for the great Landhofmeisterin slept like a tired child
watched over by this faithful peasant woman.
The next day the Grävenitz was utterly deserted. No word came from the
palace, no Secret Service officers came to report to her, no courtiers
thronged the antehall. It was Sunday, and the bells of the palace chapel
rang. Maria had heard that Serenissimus had intimated his intention of
attending church twice that Sunday. The Landhofmeisterin's thoughts
followed him wistfully. Would he sit in his accustomed chair in the
gilded pew? Would his eyes wander to the sculptured figures in the
chapel, the figures which bore her features? Would he remember how often
she had sung to that organ? Alas! Change is Death, and more cruel than
Death.
The day passed, and still came no sign from Serenissimus. Then the
Landhofmeisterin sent Maria to the town to gather news, and the maid
returned and told her that it was rumoured his Highness would start on
the following morning to attend the grand military review at Berlin. She
had met one of the palace grooms, and he had said that the horses were to
be in readiness soon after dawn. Good God! was Eberhard Ludwig taking
this way in order to rid himself of her? It was entirely contrary to
etiquette to hurry on a visiting monarch's heels in this manner.
Her pride was swallowed up in gnawing anxiety. She wrote to Eberhard
Ludwig.
'Love has its rights, you cannot leave me without a word. What have I
done? how have I offended you? you, for whom I would give my life! I ask
nothing. If you have ceased to love me, then banish me, imprison me, all
you will, but come to me once--once only. O beloved! remember the past;
come to me and tell me the truth. Tell me to go, and you need never see
my face again,' she wrote.
No letter came in answer; only a verbal message, delivered by a sullen
court lackey, that his Highness would visit her Excellency ere he rode to
Berlin. Her Excellency was to expect him in the early morning, as he
commenced his journey betimes, owing to the long distance.
Another night of fierce unrest. Early she rose and made an elaborate
toilet. She dressed in yellow, the colour he loved; her hair was freshly
powdered, her face carefully painted.
The dew glistened on the close-cropped grass of the gardens, the lilacs
were more radiant than ever, the birds in the chestnut-trees sang their
spring melody--the chant of nest-building, the mating song.
Eberhard Ludwig rode up the avenue of La Favorite, and dismounted before
the terrace steps. His attendant took his horse, and walked the beautiful
animal up and down in the shade of the chestnut-trees.
The Landhofmeisterin received Serenissimus in her yellow-hung
sitting-room. He was cold and distant, and she was formal and restrained.
'I hope your Highness is in good health?' and 'your Excellency appears to
be mighty well!' Then the ice broke, and she held out her arms to him.
'My beloved! my beloved! Ah! to see you again----' But he drew back.
'Madame, life is hard. We must part, you and I.'
'Oh no, no, not that! Tell me what has changed you? I have been true
always,' and she clung to him.
'I must alter everything--sinon je suis perdu!' Always that phrase of
his, he had called himself so often 'perdu!'
'Alter everything? Yes, yes; all you will. See, I am ready to change, to
obey in all things, dismiss any person who displeases you; make some one
else Landhofmeisterin, only keep me, do not banish me; you are my life,
only you--you----'
'I must leave you; you have brought a curse upon the land----'
'I have brought a curse to you? If you leave me there will be a
curse--the eternal condemnation, brought by a broken heart. Eberhard, my
beloved! See--I implore you!'
'I must go--I must leave you--sinon je suis perdu--sinon je suis
perdu,'--and so they wrangled, and exclaimed, and implored for an hour.
'Your last word then is: Go, woman who has loved me for twenty years!'
she said bitterly at last. 'Yes? Well, then, hear me: I will not
go!--never, do you hear? We belong together, you and I. All this is some
madness of yours, which will pass. Come back to me to-morrow and tell me
so, then all will be well. It is well, do you hear? You are maddened,
distraught----'
'This is my last word: Retire to one of your castles. I leave you your
properties and your title, but Ludwigsburg must see you no more.'
She laughed in defiance. 'I will not go till you drive me forth at the
point of the bayonet. Your friend, the King of Prussia, can teach you
bayonet drill, and you can practise it on my heart.'
Then he rode away from La Favorite, his horse's hoofs outraging the
peaceful dew.
* * * * *
Directly Serenissimus had ridden away, as if in defiance of impending
fate, the Landhofmeisterin sent to summon the officers of the Secret
Service. She would work, give commands, according to her wont. The
officers tarried, and her Excellency waited in her yellow-hung salon.
Would they dare, the creeping spies--dare to disobey her? she wondered.
She passed out on to the terrace and glanced down the chestnut avenue.
With a feeling of relief she recognised one of the Secret Service
officers. He was hurrying to La Favorite as fast as, in other days, they
and all the world had hastened to do her bidding.
She re-entered her sitting-room and, seating herself at her bureau, began
to draft a ducal manifesto. The door opened, and, to her surprise, not
the Secret Service officer whom she had thought to recognise, but a very
inferior official, a mere spy, entered. He walked in without removing his
hat, and came close up to the Grävenitz.
'What will you give me for my information?' he said roughly.
'What do you mean? You have come to report, I suppose; though why my
chief officer, Jacoble, sends you, I do not know,' she returned
haughtily. He leaned his hand on the bureau beside her.
'I have information which may save your life, but you must pay me for
it.' She rang her handbell.
'My lackeys will show you how I pay the insolent,' she said.
'Your lackeys! There will not be one left in your house in an hour's
time,' he sneered.
Her face had grown ashen grey; even through her paint the death-like
colour showed.
'What are you saying?' she cried hoarsely. 'Here, take my purse, all you
will--but tell me quickly--quick, man, tell me!'
At the sight of the heavy golden purse the spy's face and manner changed.
'Serenissimus fell fainting from his horse in the village of Marbach.
They cannot rouse him; the doctors say he will never awaken. They carry
him to Ludwigsburg to die. No one has remembered you yet, but when they
do----!' he flung out his arm in a crushing gesture.
'When they do, they will imprison me till orders come from the new Duke,
you mean? Do you think I care? My place is beside Serenissimus, and I go
to the palace immediately. Go, take the gulden and go.'
She swept from the room, and the spy saw her descending the steps from
the terrace to the garden. Her calm dignity had disconcerted him, and,
after all, he feared the Grävenitzin.
He turned to the bureau; at least, he would look through her papers. But
even in her distress the Landhofmeisterin had remembered to shut and lock
her bureau; and though the spy tried to wrench it open, her Excellency's
secrets were guarded by intricate springs, and the man's efforts were
unavailing.
The Landhofmeisterin walked swiftly down the shady avenue, and into the
palace gardens. She had not passed that way since her departure from
Ludwigsburg, ten days earlier. Her sharp eyes took in various neglected
details. 'If he dies, and I go, the whole place will fall to ruin,' she
murmured.
Great commotion reigned in the castle. She could see that even the
sentries were discussing the Duke's health with a crowd of Ludwigsburg
burghers. They started when they saw the Landhofmeisterin pass through
the courtyard. Involuntarily they fell back into their correct attitudes,
and left the crowd's questions unanswered. The Grävenitz hurried to the
Corps de Logis, but the doors were closed, as had been those on the north
terrace facing La Favorite.
'The doors are locked from inside, Excellency,' said the soldier on
guard. 'Count Grävenitz commanded it.'
'So, is my brother within?' she asked.
'Yes, Madame; and Baron Schütz, Baron Roeder, and the court physicians.'
They had locked her out, then. Ah! but she had her key of the west
pavilion, and the key of the doors leading to his Highness's
writing-room. She went to her former dwelling-place; there stood no
sentry now before her Excellency's pavilion. The windows were closed and
shuttered, and when she entered a chill air met her. She shivered; the
gay, bright pavilion was like a tomb, the grave of happy hours, she
thought. Her upstair rooms were dark and desolate. Once more she realised
that she, her power, her glory, were dead things, and she bowed before
the inexorable law, Change.
She passed through the statue gallery and into the arras passage. A
deathlike silence reigned in his Highness's apartments. O God! would she
find a still, white figure--a rigid, sheet-covered shape? She pushed open
the tapestry door; the writing-closet was empty, but beyond, in the
sleeping-room, she heard whispering voices.
The Duke lay on his bed fully dressed in his riding-clothes. His left arm
was held by the second physician, while the chief surgeon bent over it,
lancet in hand. A third doctor kneeled, holding a bowl under his
Highness's arm, from which large drops of blood welled slowly, and fell
with a sickening soft thud into the china bowl.
Friedrich Grävenitz, Schütz, and Roeder stood near the window, talking
together in low tones. They started forward when the Landhofmeisterin
appeared on the threshold, and Grävenitz approached her with outstretched
hand.
'Wilhelmine, you must not come here now,' he said in an ungentle voice.
'It is my place! let me pass,' she returned; and, waving her brother
away, she moved swiftly round to the other side of the bed. She knelt
down close to the Duke, and taking his right hand she raised it gently
to her lips. The sufferer moved slightly for the first time since he had
fallen fainting from his horse.
'Stem the blood, he is returning to consciousness,' whispered the chief
surgeon; and the first physician twisted a linen band above the open
vein, while the second doctor stanched the blood with a cloth, and then
bound up the wound.
'His Highness must have entire quiet, Madame,' the court doctor said,
bowing respectfully to the Landhofmeisterin. 'It were well if all retired
and left him to my care alone, if you will permit me.'
'As Prime Minister, I consider it my duty to remain----' began Friedrich
Grävenitz in a louder tone.
'As chief physician, I consider it my duty to order you to retire!
Madame, will you assist me in this matter?' he said quietly to the
Grävenitz.
'I will assist you, Herr Medicinalrath, by retiring myself. I am sure the
gentlemen will do likewise. Count Grävenitz, I hold the first court
charge, and I command you to depart.' It was true; at Ludwigsburg the
Landhofmeisterin was entitled to command even the ministers, by reason of
her high official capacity. She rose from her knees and looked yearningly
at the lover of her youth.
'Will Serenissimus recover?' she whispered.
'Without a doubt now, your Excellency,' returned the physician.
She was passing out when her eye caught sight of the red-stained cloth
with which they had stanched the blood from Eberhard Ludwig's arm.
Tenderly she lifted it; it seemed to her that it was heavy with her
beloved's lifeblood--a precious relic. She carried it away through the
quiet, sunlit gardens. It was partly a despairing woman's whim, an
absurdity, and partly she was prompted by her magic practices to take the
cloth. There was an infallible life elixir and a powerful love potion,
one of whose ingredients was the blood of the loved one. She would brew
this mixture, Eberhard Ludwig should drink it, then the old happiness
would return. He would be strong and well again, and with health would
come love and happiness.
The Grävenitz's witch practices had long been an eyesore to his Highness.
In the first place, he feared magic exceedingly, and knowing the
Landhofmeisterin's extraordinary magnetic power, he believed entirely in
her witchcraft. Friedrich Wilhelm had thoroughly alarmed his Highness;
doubtless a curse rested on him for his sin. Surely, thus to harbour an
avowed witch would inevitably draw down the wrath of God, and 'we princes
must make personal sacrifices for State reasons.' Then too Eberhard
Ludwig, having ceased to love the Grävenitz, was in a propitious mood for
returning to duty.
When the Duke regained consciousness he found himself with the kindly
court physician, who told him of the Landhofmeisterin's visit, and of how
it had been her touch on his hand which had first roused him from his
swoon. The good man prated amiably to his Highness, thinking to please
him, but the Duke's face grew dark. The physician had seen her
Excellency's care of his Highness during his illness in the preceding
autumn, and had been deeply impressed by her charm which she had chosen
to exercise upon him.
At this moment the Duke's valets entered to remove the blood-filled bowl
and the cloth used to stanch the blood, these having been left by the
physician's orders, as it was imperative for Serenissimus to be
undisturbed till he regained entire consciousness. The lackeys searched
for the cloth, and not finding it, inquired if the physician had removed
it. Baron Roeder, who was waiting in his Highness's writing-closet, heard
the question through the open door. He tiptoed to the threshold and
informed the physician that her Excellency the Landhofmeisterin had
carried away the cloth. His Highness heard, and, starting up, commanded
Roeder to bring it back forthwith.
'But, your Highness, her Excellency has carried it to La Favorite,' said
the astonished courtier.
'You are to fetch it and bring it here! I tell you to go. If her
Excellency will not give it, take it by force--by force, do you hear?
Here is my signet-ring, show her that. Take a company of guards with
you--but bring me back that cloth!'
The Duke was beside himself; he was weak from loss of blood, and he had
worked himself into a frenzy of fear. Suddenly the woman he had loved for
twenty years had become, to his thinking, a dangerous, threatening witch;
she who had lain on his breast, his mistress, the woman who had tended
him in illness, the hallowed being he had well-nigh worshipped--offering
up his country, his wife, his son, all things at her shrine--now appeared
before him as the incarnation of evil to be compelled by a company of
guards.
In vain the physician essayed to calm his Highness; he was as one
distraught, raving frantically of the missing cloth, of spells and
incantations.
* * * * *
Roeder, arriving at La Favorite, stationed his guards carefully. As a
fact, the gentleman was terribly alarmed. It was no pleasantry to affront
the wrath of the Grävenitz. Was she not a tyrant? and tyrants had strange
ways of hanging on to power after actual favour was gone past. And was
she not a witch? it was not reassuring to incur a witch's curse. Nay, but
she was a fallen favourite, the vile amputated canker of a terrible
epoch, harmless now the blister of her evil glory was pricked, and
yet----
Politely he requested the Landhofmeisterin to deliver up the missing
cloth, but she denied possessing it; he insisted, threatened to call the
guard, and the whole house should be searched; he had his Highness's
warrant. He showed her the Duke's signet-ring. She raged at him, dared
him to oppose her, menaced him. Then, changing her tone, she cajoled him:
if she indeed had the cloth, it would be easy for him to retract his
statement concerning having seen her purloin it. Then she would be a
friend to him; did he forget her power? He questioned her on the uses she
would make of a blood-stained linen rag. She told him she had her
purposes, and he remembered her witch practices, the stories of the
ghastly ingredients of her magic potions. He alluded to witchcraft, and
she defied him again, then he called the guard; but when the soldiers'
tread echoed in the corridor, she drew the cloth from a hidden panel in
her bureau and flung it at him, with bitter words cursing him. And he
departed trembling, the fear of the Grävenitz upon him.
Of course this was repeated in high colours to Serenissimus, and his
superstitious terror deepened. Then the valets blabbed as to how Maria
had often begged for locks of his Highness's hair, for parings of his
nails. More absurdities for the magic love potions, very unappetising
too. In a violence of revolt against his once beloved, Eberhard Ludwig
signed an edict banishing the Landhofmeisterin from Ludwigsburg and from
Stuttgart. She could remain in Wirtemberg, residing at any of her various
castles; she should retain her monies, and effects, and her rank; but all
power, all part in the country's government, was taken from her, and he
would see her face no more.
In a mighty virtuous frame of mind Serenissimus rode away to Berlin,
leaving this document to be enforced in his absence.
Meanwhile the Grävenitz waited in a fever of anxiety at La Favorite. On
the day following his Highness's departure, the document was presented to
her by Schütz and several officers of the law. She tore it across and
across, and laughed in their faces. And the solemn officials retired to
communicate with their Duke at Berlin concerning the further treatment of
this extraordinary woman. Wirtemberg was much excited, for the news of
her condemnation and of her defiance spread through the country. For days
she was utterly alone with Maria and her personal domestics.
The Sittmann tribe found it necessary for its health to retire to
Teinach, a watering-place in the Black Forest; and Friedrich Grävenitz
remained secluded at Welzheim, the manor his sister lent him, and which
he chose to regard as his own property. Ludwigsburg was like a city of
the dead; the Erbprincessin seldom left her apartments now; day after day
she sat brooding in deep melancholy. The Erbprinz sometimes rode out from
the palace, but he avoided the direction of La Favorite. The
Landhofmeisterin, deprived of the company of the man she had loved during
so many years, deprived of her accustomed occupation of governing a
country, used to the homage of courtiers and the blandishments of
parasites, sank into profound dejection.
After some two weeks the Landhofmeisterin heard the thud of a cantering
horse's hoofs nearing La Favorite. A wild hope sprang up in her heart: it
was Eberhard Ludwig, of course; he had repented of his harshness, and was
coming to lead her back in loving triumph to Ludwigsburg.
The lackey announced that his Highness the Erbprinz awaited her
Excellency in the ballroom. Ah! not Serenissimus then; but he had sent
his son to tell her the good news.
'Quick, Maria, a dash of rouge, a little powder. Is my hair becomingly
dressed? Give me my fan--yes! a rose at my bosom. How do I look?' And the
Grävenitz sallied down to meet her beloved's son.
This was indeed a triumph. The Erbprinz had never visited her at Favorite
or Freudenthal. Everything was coming right, of course--she had known it
would!
'Good morning, Prince Friedrich, it is a great joy to me to see you. Are
you well? you look in good health.' It was a very smiling, beautiful
woman who spoke. Magnificent--a trifle over-mature perchance; but a
full-blown rose is a fine thing, though some prefer the rosebud.
'I thank your Excellency; I am well, but I come on an unpleasant
mission--I regret----'
'Serenissimus is not ill, Monseigneur?' she cried.
'No, Madame; my father is in the enjoyment of health, but--but--O Madame!
believe me, I am loth to be the bearer of such evil tidings to you, for
you have always been my friend.'
'Prince Friedrich, if I have been your friend, spare me now; tell me
without hesitation what your mission is. Alas! I am indeed a stricken
woman.'
In truth, her face was tragic. All the more terrible was this menace to
one who had dared to build such a structure of hopefulness upon so
slender a basis.
'Madame, my father bids me give you this letter. If you do not obey
immediately, I am to enforce these commands. I pray you spare me that,
dear, dear Madame!' He took her hand in his and kissed it; he was a very
tender-hearted, an easily subjugated little grand seigneur.
'Madame la Comtesse de Würben, Comtesse de Grävenitz, Landhofmeisterin de
Wirtemberg.--In view of a great change impending in my dukedom, I command
you to depart instantly from my court of Ludwigsburg. You are at liberty
to reside at any of the castles you have obtained from me, but I forbid
you to venture into my presence or to importune the members either of my
government or of my court. You have refused obedience to my commands,
delivered by my Finance Minister, Baron Schütz, and by various high law
officials. I now make known to you that such future defiance will be
punished as traitorous to me. Here is my warrant and signed decree given
at Berlin this 29th of May 1730, signed Eberhard Ludwig, Dux
Wirtembergis.'
The Landhofmeisterin read this letter once, then mechanically she read it
again. It was written by his Highness; no secretary had been intrusted
with this precious document. It seemed to her an added cruelty that the
well-known handwriting should form these stern words--the graceful,
elegant writing which she had seen blazoning her lover's passionate,
poetic homage to her in words of love and promises of fidelity. The
Erbprinz stood silent with bowed head. What would she say, what would she
do, this forceful woman? At length, he raised his head and looked at her.
She was still poring over the Duke's letter as though its contents
puzzled her. The silence grew intolerable.
'Madame, believe me, I am truly grieved,' he began.
'Grieved? grieved? Ah! who would not be? This is an outrage, a madness.
What! can you believe that I can be banished? I? Why, this whole world is
of my making, this Ludwigsburg. Go back and send a messenger to Berlin to
say that I will not go.' She spoke quietly, almost indifferently.
'Alas! Madame, if you have not left before sunset, I am bound to have you
removed by force,' he answered.
'You? My poor boy! You?--you remove me?' She began to laugh.
'It may be ridiculous, Madame,' he said humbly, 'but such are my
father's orders.' She laughed again. 'Come, Madame, give me your answer.
Believe me, I would spare you pain but if you will not go, I am commanded
to have you arrested and conveyed to Hohenasperg.' Then the horror of it
came to the Landhofmeisterin.
'I to Hohenasperg? O God! God! that it should come to this! Ah! the
cruelty! But still I will fight to the last--I will never go.' Her voice
had risen to shrillness, her face was contorted by anger; she looked
incarnate rage, a Megæra. Suddenly her features resumed their usual
expression--nay, more, it was the face of the grande charmeuse.
'Prince Friedrich, help me; this is only a passing mood of your father's!
Let me stay here till he returns from Berlin. Use your power for my good;
you are heir to all this splendour; you will reap the harvest of beauty I
have sown at Ludwigsburg. Help me, and you will never regret it.' She had
come close to him, smiling into his eyes. The frail, sensitive youth
flushed scarlet.
'Prince, you are the image of your father as I knew him twenty years ago.
You bring my youth back to me.' She laid her hand upon his shoulder and
drew him towards her. She was very beautiful for all her forty-five
years, her presence was intoxication.
'Friedrich, Friedrich, you could revenge so much--so much neglect, if you
were my friend.' Her lips were very near to his, her breath was on his
cheek. Like most super-sensitive beings, he was vividly passionate; and
she knew it, and this was her last card: to make him love her, aid her to
stay at Favorite, then, when Eberhard Ludwig returned, surely jealousy
would recall love. It was a dangerous game enough, but it was her last
resource.
'Little Friedrich, who makes me feel young again,' she murmured. Now her
lips are on his--and the room swings round him--while the scent of the
fading lilacs in the garden is wafted in with delicious, heavy,
unwholesome sweetness. And she herself, caught by an eddy of her feigned
passion, is swept into a wave of sensual recollection. She is in the
Rothenwald again on a spring morning--overhead a bird sings a
rhapsody--and she----
With a cry the Prince sprang away from her.
'Madame! O Madame! you tempt me from my duty; you must go from here.
Indeed, I cannot help you, but I will not let the guards disturb you,
till to-morrow. I pray you, Madame, go this day.'
'Never; you do not know me! I will never go. Use force if you will--but I
stay at Ludwigsburg.'
The Erbprinz turned away sorrowfully.
'Then I cannot help you.' He took her hand and raised it to his lips.
'Farewell, Madame,' he whispered. Did his lips linger on her hand a
little longer than custom dictated? She thought so, and smiled to herself
as Prince Friedrich left her.
Hardly had the Erbprinz departed when she heard the sound of approaching
wheels in the avenue. 'I am receiving many visitors to-day,' she thought
bitterly. To her surprise Monseigneur de Zollern was announced. He
greeted the Landhofmeisterin warmly, though gravely, and immediately
commenced questioning her on her position. She told him the details of
the foregoing weeks. Zollern listened attentively, with his hands crossed
as usual over the porcelain handle of his stick. He had grown terribly
old in spite of his straight and dapper figure, and his face was like
ancient parchment; only the bright, restless eyes seemed eagerly alive.
He told the Landhofmeisterin that the news of her misfortune had reached
him, and that he had come to counsel her immediate retreat. He argued
with her gently, but she was obdurate; go she would not. Then the old man
begged her to depart; he prayed her, by Madame de Ruth's memory, to be
reasonable.
'Consider, Madame,' he said, 'I am a very old man--yes, yes, old and
broken--and I have travelled far to save you from your own obstinacy, for
you are dear to me; you are my one remaining link with the past, with my
past youth. You were Madame de Ruth's friend, and I cherish you as that.
Yes; she was the love of my life--I may say it now, for it is ancient
history--and she loved you. Would she not have counselled prudence? Fly
now, that you may return later.'
At this moment a lackey brought a folded paper to the Grävenitz.
'Unknown to me, General Pruckdorff had received orders from my father to
expel you by force from Favorite and Ludwigsburg if you have not left by
six of the clock this evening. I pray you, Madame, fly! I shall never
forget you.--FRIEDRICH LUDWIG, Erbprinz.'
Without a word the Landhofmeisterin handed the paper to Zollern.
'Ah! a charming invitation!' he said loudly, so that the lackey who stood
waiting could not fail to hear. 'I should advise you to accept. A most
entertaining fête. Order your carosse, dear Madame.'
Calmly the Landhofmeisterin gave the necessary commands for her coach and
outriders, and summoning Maria she bade her collect some few objects of
value and various papers. Then she took leave of Zollern.
'Au revoir, Monseigneur,' she said.
'Adieu, Madame; this is the last act of the comedy called the Great
Intrigue,' he answered.
* * * * *
Yet she tarried till the last moment at La Favorite. It was a terrible
leave-taking. She wandered round her pretty rooms, looking her last at
the graceful devices, the slender traceries on wall and ceiling, at the
things she had loved--the beautiful porcelains, the delicate, brocaded
hangings. Then she passed out on to the terrace. What a wondrous summer
evening it was! The sun was sinking low in the west--when the last ray
had vanished the soldiers would come to drag her away. It was time, she
must hasten--and yet she lingered. She leaned on the balustrade and
contemplated the palace. Her thoughts travelled back to the days when
Ludwigsburg was still a-building, and she and Eberhard Ludwig had planned
the gardens together.
'Here should be a parterre of roses,' she had said.
'Nay, jasmine and heliotrope here; the roses must be beneath your window
to sigh out their souls before your shrine,' he had answered.
Could it be ended? The habit of years was too strong, she could not
realise. She listened to the summer sounds in the garden: the rustle of
the gentle breeze in the chestnut-trees, the chirping of the
grasshoppers, the bees droning over the flowers. Spring was past, it was
summer. 'Ah! winter for me; winter and sadness for ever now,' she moaned.
The sun was sinking--she must fly. 'Farewell happiness!' she murmured,
and with bent head she passed down the terrace steps and entered her
coach.
As she drove down the avenue she heard a bugle ring out from the
Ludwigsburg casern.
'Ride faster, hasten to Freudenthal!' she called to her postillions, and
at a gallop the Landhofmeisterin's coach thundered away westwards to the
distant line of hills where lay Freudenthal. Once she turned as she
passed through the Ludwigsburg gates. She turned and saw the great roofs
of the palace which had been reared for her, and whence she was
henceforward banished for ever.