When residing at Hohenschwangau during the autumn months, the King
was in the habit of driving out every night in his handsome carriage,
or his sledge which was decorated with allegorical figures. His
equipage rushed like a hurricane through the villages and the dark
woods, past snow-covered mountains and deep precipices. On these
excursions his life was sometimes in danger. One stormy night the
out-rider, who could not distinguish the road from the chasm beside
it, was seized with panic, and throwing his torch away, rode blindly
forward. Ludwig's life was saved as by a miracle. When in Munich he
would drive every day to the "English Garden," where he was in the
habit of walking quite alone under the old trees, with his hat pulled
down over his eyes. He was possessed by a morbid fear of assassination,
and this explains the fact that he was always accompanied by mounted
gendarmes when he drove through his capital. On the few occasions
when he showed himself in public he walked exceedingly stiffly,
with his head thrown back. Those whose sentiments towards him were
unfriendly looked upon this as a sign of megalomania; the greater
number of others considered his carriage proud and kingly. The truth
of the matter was that he had a bad carriage, and an uncertain and
tottering gait, which he thus endeavoured to hide. When he talked with
strangers he always allowed them to stand at some distance from him,
because it displeased him that they should remark his bad teeth;
he was jealous of his reputation as the handsomest monarch of Europe.
His meals he nearly always partook of alone at an inconvenient table in
his study. When he gave audience in the afternoons, he would sometimes
eat while the secretary held his lectures. As he was never punctual,
his meals had to be kept hot for hours together. As many as twelve
courses were served, but, as a rule, he ate only of one. It has been
said of him that during his latter years he indulged to excess in
strong drinks. This is not in accord with the truth. As a rule, he
drank only Rhine wine with water, or champagne, in which fresh scented
violets had been placed. Heady wines he never drank, as they induced
in him a rush of blood to the head. His valet had orders to place
a glass of cognac on a table by his bedside before the King retired
for the night; but, as a rule, it stood untouched the following day.
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