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〃What has she done to you？〃 said the prince； with a mocking smile。 〃Two things； which man finds hardest to forgive！ She outwitted you； and took your riches from you。 Ah！ general； I fear this war will be in vain； and that you will not be able to take your wife's jewels from St。 Petersburg； where the empress retains them。〃
Winterfeldt subdued his anger； and replied： 〃You have related us a beautiful fairy tale； prince； a tale from the Arabian Nights； in which there is a talk of jewels and glorious treasures； only that in this tale； instead of the usual dragon； an empress guards them。 I acknowledge that I do not understand your highness。〃
〃But I understand you perfectly； general。 I know your ambitious and proud plans。 You wish to make your name renowned。 General； I consider you are much in fault as to this war。 You were the king's confidantyou had your spies everywhere； who； for heavy rewards； imparted to you the news by which you stimulated the king。〃
〃If in your eyes；〃 said Winterfeldt； proudly； 〃it is wrong to spend your gold to find out the intrigues of your own； your king's； and your country's enemies； I acknowledge that I am in fault； and deserve to be punished。 Yes； everywhere I have had my spies； and thanks to them； the king knows Saxony's； Austria's； and Russia's intentions。 I paid these spies with my own gold。 Your highness may thus perceive that I am not entirely dependent on those jewels of my wife which are said to be in the Empress of Russia's possession。〃
At this moment the Prince of Prussia； who had been a silent witness to this scene； approached General Winterfeldt。
〃General；〃 said he； in a loud； solemn voice； 〃you are the cause of this unfortunate war which will soon devastate our poor land。 The responsibility falls upon your head； and woe to you if this war； caused by your ambition； should be the ruin of our beloved country！ I would； if there were no punishment for you on earth； accuse you before the throne of God； and the blood of the slaughtered sons of my country； the blood of my future subjects； would cry to Heaven for revenge！ Woe to you it this war should be the ruin of Prussia！〃 repeated Prince Henry。 〃I could never forgive that； I would hold your ambition responsible for it； for you have access to the king's heart； and instead of dissipating his distrust against these foreign nations； you have endeavored to nourish itinstead of softening the king's anger； you have given it fresh food。〃
〃What I have done；〃 cried Winterfeldt； solemnly raising his right hand heavenward〃what I have done was done from a feeling of duty； from love of my country； and from a firm； unshaken trust in my king's star； which cannot fade； but must become ever more and more resplendent！ May God punish me if I have acted from other and less noble motives！〃
〃Yes； may God punish youmay He not revenge your crime upon our poor country！〃 said Prince Augustus William。 〃I have said my last upon this sad subject。 From now on； my private opinions are subdued… …I but obey the king's commands。 What he requires of me shall be donewhere he sends me I will go； without questioning or considering； but quietly and obediently； as it becomes a true soldier。 I hope that you； my brother； Marshal Schwerin； and General Retzow； will follow my example。 The king has commanded； we have but to obey cheerfully。〃
Then； arm in arm； the princes left the audience…room and returned to Berlin。
CHAPTER X。
THE LAUREL…BRANCH。
While this last scene was passing in the audience…room； the king had retired to his study； and was walking up and down in deep thought。 His countenance was stern and sorrowfula dark cloud was upon his browhis lips were tightly pressed togetherpowerful emotions were disturbing his whole being。 He stopped suddenly； and raising his head proudly； seemed to be listening to the thoughts and suggestions of his soul。
〃Yes；〃 said he； 〃these were his very words： 'I protest against this war in the name of my rights； my children； and my country！' Ah； it is a pleasant thought to him that he is to be heir to my throne。 He imagines that he has rights beyond those that I grant him； and that he can protest against an action of mine！ He is a rebel； a traitor。 He dares to think of the time when I will be goneof the time when he or his children will wear this crown！ I feel that I hate him as my father hated me because I was his heir； and because the sight of me always reminded him of his death！ Yes； I hate him！ The effeminate boy will disturb the great work which I am endeavoring to perform。 Under his weak hands； this Prussia； which I would make great and powerful； will fail to pieces； and all my battles and conquests will be in vain。 He will not know how to make use of them。 I will make of my Prussia a mighty and much…feared nation。 And if I succeed； by giving up my every thought to this one object； then my brother will come and destroy this work which has cost me such pain and trouble。 Prussia needs a strong； active king； not an effeminate boy who passes his life in sighing for his lost love and in grumbling at fate for making him the son of a king。 Yes； I feel that I hate him； for I foresee that he will be the destroyer of my great work。 But no； noI do him wrong；〃 said the king； 〃and my suspicious heart sees； perhaps； things that are not。 Ah； has it gone so far？ Must I； also； pay the tribute which princes give for their pitiful splendor？ I suspect the heir to my throne； and see in him a secret enemy！ Mistrust has already thrown her shadow upon my soul； and made it dark and troubled。 Ah； there will come a cold and dreary night for me； when I shall stand alone in the midst of all my glory！〃
His head fell upon his breast； and he remained silent and immovable。
〃And am I not alone； now？〃 said he； and in his voice there was a soft and sorrowful sound。 〃My brothers are against me； because they do not understand me； my sisters fear me； and； because this war will disturb their peace and comfort； will hate me。 My mother's heart has cooled toward me； because I will not be influenced by her； and Elizabeth Christine； whom the world calls my wife； weeps in solitude over the heavy chains which bind her。 Not one of them loves me！not one believes in me； and in my future！〃
The king； given up to these melancholy thoughts； did not hear a knock at his door； it was now repeated； and so loudly； that he could not but hear it。 He hastened to the door and opened it。 Winterfeldt was there； with a sealed paper in his hand； which he gave to the king； begging him at the same time to excuse this interruption。
〃It is the best thing you could have done；〃 said the king； entering his room； and signing to the general to follow him。 〃I was in bad company； with my own sorrowful thoughts； and it is good that you came to dissipate them。〃
〃This letter will know well how to do that；〃 said Winterfeldt handing him the packet； 〃a courier brought it to me from Berlin。〃
〃Letters from my sister Wilhelmina； from Italy；〃 said the king； joyfully breaking the seal； and unfolding the papers。
There were several sheets of paper closely written； and between them lay a small； white packet。 The king kept the latter in his hand； and commenced reading eagerly。 As he read； the dark； stern expression gradually left his countenance。 His brow was smooth and calm； and a soft； beautiful smile played about his lips。 He finished the letter； and throwing it hastily aside； tore open the package。 In it was a laurel…branch； covered with beautiful leaves； which looked as bright and green as if they had just been cut。 The king raised it； and looked at it tenderly。 〃Ah； my friend；〃 said he； with a beaming smile； 〃see how kind Providence is to me！ On this painful day she sends me a glorious token； a laurel…branch。 My sister gathered it for me on my birthday。 Do you know where； my friend？ Bow your head； be all attention； for know that it is a branch from the laurel…tree that grows upon Virgil's grave！ Ah； my friend； it seems to me as if the great and glorious spirits of the olden ages were greeting me with this laurel which came from the grave of one of their greatest poets。 My sister sends it to me； accompanied by some beautiful verses of her own。 An old fable says that these laurels g