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Years had passed since she had seen Trenck； but she loved him still！ She knew he had not guarded the faith they had mutually sworn with the constancy that she had religiously maintained； but she loved him still！ She had solemnly sworn to her brother to give up the foolish and fantastic wish of becoming the wife of Trenck； but she loved him still！ She might not live for him； but she would suffer for him； she could not give him her hand； but she could consecrate thought and soul to him。 In imagination she was his； only his； he had a holy； an imperishable right to her。 Had she not sworn； in the presence of God； to be his through life down to the borders of the grave？ Truly； no priest had blessed them； God had been their priest； and had united them。 There had been no mortal witness to their solemn oaths； but the pure stars were presentwith their sparkling； loving eyes they had looked down and listened to the vows she had exchanged with Trenck。 She was therefore hishis eternally！ He had a sacred claim upon her constancy； her love； her forbearance； and her forgiveness。 If Trenck had wandered from his faith； she dared not follow his example； she must be ever ready to listen to his call； and give him the aid he required。
Amelia's love was her religion； her life's strength； her life's object； it was a talisman to protect and give strength in time of need。 She would have died without it； she lived and struggled with her grief only for his sake。
This was a wretched； joyless existencea never…ending martyrdom； a never…ceasing contest。 Amelia stood alone and unloved in her family； feared and avoided by all the merry； thoughtless； pleasure seeking circle。 In her sad presence they shuddered involuntarily and felt chilled； as by a blast from the grave。 She was an object of distrust and weariness to her companions and servants； an object of love and frank affection to no one。
Mademoiselle Ernestine von Haak had alone remained true to her； but she had married； and gone far away with her husband。 Princess Amelia was now alone； there was no one to whom she could express her sorrow and her fears； no one who understood her suppressed agony； or who spoke one word of consolation or sympathy to her broken heart。
She was alone in the world； and the consciousness of this steeled her strength； and made an impenetrable shield for her wearied soul。 She gave herself up entirety to her thoughts and dreams。 She lived a strange； enchanted； double life and twofold existence。 Outwardly； she was old； crushed； ill； her interior life was young； fresh； glowing； and energetic； endowed with unshaken power； and tempered in the fire of her great grief。 Amelia lay upon the divan and looked dreamily toward heaven。 A strange and unaccountable presentiment was upon her； she trembled with mysterious forebodings。 She had always felt thus when any new misfortunes were about to befall Trenck。 It seemed as if her soul was bound to his； and by means of an electric current she felt the blow in the same moment that it fell upon him。
The princess believed in these presentiments。 She had faith in dreams and prophecies； as do all those unhappy beings to whom fate has denied real happiness； and who seek wildly in fantastic visions for compensation。 She loved； therefore； to look into the future through fortune…tellers and dark oracles； and thus prepare herself for the sad events which lay before her。 The day before； the renowned astrologer Pfannenstein had warned her of approaching peril； he declared that a cloud of tears was in the act of bursting upon her！ Princess Amelia believed in his words； and waited with a bold； resolved spirit for the breaking of the cloud； whose gray veil she already felt to be round about her。
These sad thoughts were interrupted by a light knock upon the door； and her maid entered and announced that the master of ceremonies； Baron Pollnitz； craved an audience。
Amelia shuddered； but roused herself quickly。 〃Let him enter！〃 she said； hastily。 The short moment of expectation seemed an eternity of anguish。 She pressed her hands upon her heart； to still its stormy beatings； she looked with staring； wide…opened eyes toward the door through which Pollnitz must enter； and she shuddered as she looked upon the ever…smiling； immovable face of the courtier； who now entered her boudoir； with Mademoiselle von Marwitz at his side。
〃Do you know； Pollnitz；〃 said she； in a rough； imperious tone〃do you know I believe your face is not flesh and blood； but hewn from stone； or； at least； one day it was petrified？ Perhaps the fatal hour struck one day； just as you were laughing over some of your villainies； and your smile was turned to stone as a judgment。 I shall know this look as long as I live； it is ever most clearly marked upon your visage； when you have some misfortune to announce。〃
〃Then this stony smile must have but little expression to…day； for I do not come as a messenger of evil tidings； but if your royal highness will allow me to say so； as a sort of postillon d'amour。〃
Amelia shrank back for a moment； gave one glance toward Mademoiselle von Marwitz； whom she knew full well to be the watchful spy of her mother； and whose daily duty it was to relate to the queen…mother every thing which took place in the apartment of the princess。 She knew that every word and look of Pollnitz was examined with the strictest attention。
Pollnitz； however； spoke on with cool self…possession：
〃You look astonished； princess； it perhaps appears to you that this impassive face is little suited to the role of postillon d'amour； and yet that is my position； and I ask your highness's permission to make known my errand。〃
〃I refuse your request；〃 said Amelia； roughly； 〃I have nothing to do with Love； and find his godship as old and dull as the messenger he has sent me。 Go back； then； to your blind god； and tell him that my ears are deaf to his love greeting； and the screeching of the raven is more melodious than the tenderest words a Pollnitz can utter。〃
The princess said this in her most repulsive tone。 She was accustomed to shield herself in this rude manner from all approach or contact； and； indeed； she attained her object。 She was feared and avoided。 Her witty bon mots and stinging jests were repeated and merrily laughed over； but the world knew that she scattered her sarcasms far and wide； in order to secure her isolation； to banish every one from her presence； so that none might hear her sighs； or read her sad history in her countenance。
〃And yet； princess； I must still implore a hearing；〃 said he； with imperturbable good…humor； 〃if my voice is rough as the raven's； your royal highness must feed me with sugar； and it will become soft and tender as an innocent maiden's。〃
〃I think a few ducats would be better for your case；〃 said Amelia； 〃a Pollnitz is not to be won with sweets； but for gold he would follow the devil to the lower regions。〃
〃You are right； princess； I do not wish to go to heaven； but be low； there I am certain to find the best and most interesting society。 The genial people are all born devils； and your highness has ever confessed that I am genial。 Then let it be so！ I will accept the ducats which your royal highness think good for me； and now allow me to discharge my duty。 I come as the messenger of Prince Henry： He sends his heart…felt greetings to his royal sister； and begs that she will do him the honor to attend fete at Rheinsberg； which will take place in eight days。〃
〃Has the master of ceremonies of the king become the fourrier of Prince Henry？〃 said Amelia。
〃No； princess； I occasionally and accidentally perform the function of a fourrier。 This invitation was not my principal object to…day。〃
〃I knew it；〃 said Amelia； ironically。 〃My brother Henry does not love me well enough to invite me to this fete； if he had not some other object to attain。 Well； what does Prince Henry wish？〃
〃A small favor； your royal highness； he wishes； on the birthday of his wife； to have Voltaire's 'Rome Sauvee' given by the French tragedians。 Some years since your highness had a great triumph in this piece。 The prince remembers that Voltaire prepared the role of Aurelia especially for you； with changes and additions； and he entreats you； thr