The king paused suddenly, and pursued his thoughts in silence. Schneider's eyes rested with warm affection upon the thoughtful features of his generous and simple-minded sovereign. "If God has granted to us to pluck the fruit," continued the king, "yet ought we not to forget whose careful hand planted the tree and watered its roots in time of drought; truly he has not deserved it of us." The king turned to his writing-table, and took up a sheet of paper. "I have written down a few of my thoughts," said he with some hesitation, "but chiefly facts, as to what the late king did for Prussia, how he strengthened the army, and the nation, and laboured for the unity of Germany. I should like a leading article to be written from this and published in the 'Spener Gazette,' that all Berlin may read it. Will you see to this?" He held out the paper to Schneider, who took it respectfully, his eyes resting on the king's face with admiration and surprise. "I will attend to it at once,--does your majesty wish for an especial title?" "It must be made rather striking," said the king, "that every one may read it. Let it be called 'A Royal Brother,'" he added after a moment's thought; "if all forget him, his brother must not forget him." "I will carry out your majesty's wishes at once," said Schneider, "and," he added with much emotion, "I shall henceforth look upon what has passed to-day as the most beautiful incident of my life. The victor of Königgrätz amidst the rejoicing of his people places half his laurels on his brother's grave." "It hurts me to find how little they thought of my brother in their rejoicings," said the king, with a gentle smile, "for I have only built upon the foundation he laid. Now go, and take care that the article appears shortly, we will do nothing else to-day. This you will do with your whole heart. I know your faithfulness to your late king." He offered his hand to Schneider, but would not permit him to press it to his lips. The king turned away and walked silently to his writing-table, and in silence Schneider left the cabinet. Count Bismarck too had returned, and was devoting himself with resistless energy to the work before him of organizing and arranging the new state of affairs. Late one evening the count again sat in his cabinet before his large writing-table, piled with papers, busily occupied in reading despatches, and in thinking over what was laid before him. There was a sharp knock at the door leading from the ante-room. The count looked up. His confidant only would come in that manner. "Come in!" he exclaimed. Baron von Keudell entered. The minister nodded to him with a smile. "What brings you here, dear Keudell?" he asked, laying aside a paper which he had just looked through, "has anything happened?" "Something decidedly strange has happened, your excellency, which I must at once impart to you. Monsieur Hansen is here, and has just been with me." "Hansen, the Danish agitator?" asked Bismarck.