Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 4 (of 4)Naubert, Benedikte
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Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 4 (of 4)
Naubert, Benedikte
German fiction -- Translations into English
Nothing was able to rouse him from that dangerous melancholy, to which
he abandoned himself without reserve, till the emperor’s commands
necessitated his attendance. He arrived at Grans, and found, that while
he had been giving up everything for the indulgence of unavailing
sorrow, his exalted protector had not been equally unmindful of his
favourite’s worldly interests. The old Count of Montfort had been
summoned to the imperial court; where he was made so fully aware of the
favourable posture of Henry’s affairs, and was so thoroughly convinced,
that to deny the authenticity of his claims would be fruitless, that his
nephew no sooner made his appearance, than he came towards him with open
arms, and embraced him as his relation and his presumptive heir. He was
then preparing to offer some excuse for past transactions, which in
their very nature were totally inexcuseable; but the young Count
interrupted his apologies, freely forgave him, and in presence of the
emperor assured his uncle, that he might depend upon his burying his
wrongs in silence and oblivion.
Still, when the arrangements respecting Henry’s succession to the
Lordship of Montfort came under consideration, Count Egbert earnestly
insisted, that two or three clauses should be introduced, in order that
the future heirs of his body might not be left entirely destitute. Henry
could not conceal a smile, while he acceded to this proposal, and the
rest of the company indulged themselves without scruple in a loud burst
of laughter; for the old man was still unprovided with either wife or
children, though there was scarcely to be found in all Germany a lady of
beauty, birth, and fortune, whom he had not honoured with the offer of
his hand and heart.
On the other hand, Henry, whose age would have suited much better with
such proposals, seemed not to bestow a thought upon the subject: amidst
the throng of lovely women who graced the court, his heart remained cold
as the marble, which covered the imagined ashes of his loved and
lamented Rosanna. But the emperor was not equally indifferent,
respecting his young friend’s contracting some honourable engagement.
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