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e count's conscience was busy at work in this gloomy chamber。 He could endure it no longer； and was preparing to leave； when the door was opened； and an adjutant entered to conduct him to the king's apartments。
The king was in his sitting…room。 As Count Kalkreuth entered； he laid aside the book he had been reading； and rose。 In a stern； imperious manner he advanced to meet him。
〃As my brother desired it； I have appointed you lieutenant…general of the third army corps；〃 said he； harshly。 〃You leave at once for Konigsbergyou know your duties。 Go； and endeavor to fulfil them。〃
〃Sire！〃 said the count； softly。
〃Go！ not another word！〃
Count Kalkreuth； almost unable to make the military salute； left the room； stifling his anger。
The king looked after him thoughtfully。 〃Poor Henry！〃 murmured he； softly； 〃had you also to receive the Judas…kiss from a friend？ Poor brother！ you were so happywhy did cruel fate disenchant you？ There is much in being happy in your own estimationthere is upon the earth no other sort of happiness； and whether true or false； the peace it brings is alike。 I； I am so poor that I no longer believe in the one or the other。 And still men envy me！ Envy a poor； disenchanted； solitary manenvy him because he wears a crown！ What sort of an existence have I？ My life is full of work； full of sorrow； nothing else！ I work for my subjects； they do not thank me； and will greet and welcome my successor some day； be he ever so mean and contemptible； as they once greeted and welcomed me。 The love of a people for their king is a love full of egotism and self…interest。 Who has ever loved me otherwise than selfishly？ I met my friends with an open heartwhen with them I forgot that I was a king； but they never forgot it； not one； not a single one loved in me the man。 The foolish populace call me a hero； and speak of the laurels that crown my brow； but of the thorns they have woven in it they know nothing。 Would I need have no more to do with men； for they have poor； slavish souls！ They deceive themselvesthey all deceive me。〃
As the king ceased speaking； he felt his foot touched。 Somewhat startled； he looked down。 His greyhound Diana was lying at his feet； gazing at him with her large； intelligent eyes。 A soft smile crossed Frederick's countenance。 Stooping to caress her； he said：
〃You come to remind me that there is still love and truth upon the earth； but one must not be silly enough to look for it among men。 Come here； Diana； my little companion； I was wrong to call myself solitary； for are you not here？ and then have I not my flute？ Is she not a loving； trustworthy friend； to whom every thing can be confided？ You two shall be my sole companions this evening。〃
Raising his flute； he commenced to play softly； walking up and down his room。 Diana followed him slowly； listening in seeming devotion to the long； wailing tones of her rival。
Sad and wonderful to hear was the music of this solitary king； like broken； dying sighs and sobs were its tones； and the howling wind； rushing in through the window； added its mournful wail to Federick the Great's song of woe。
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