Regina, or the Sins of the FathersSudermann, Hermann
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Regina, or the Sins of the Fathers
Sudermann, Hermann
Fiction
"Tears were in your eyes as you spoke, otherwise one or other of us
would have asked you if that was all the thanks we were to get for the
confidence we had placed in you, to be deserted just then ... just when
we longed to show those Platen fellows what baiting the French really
meant.... We let you go without raising an objection, but our hearts
bled.... Afterwards we heard nothing of you, no news in reply to all
our inquiries; but I can tell you this much, we never ceased to talk of
you every night for months. We racked our brains to think what had
taken you away; speculated on where you were gone, and the like, till
the men who joined later and had known you got sick of it, and implored
us to give up talking about you, and to consign you to the Landwehr
refuse-heap once for all. So you see how we pined for you; and now,
after two days, you actually propose to turn your back on us again!
It's a long journey from the Marne to the Weichsel, and a solitary one
to walk, and your wounds still smarting. Stay and take a good rest, and
relate at your leisure what your adventures with the greybeards really
were, and how you came to be taken prisoner ... it must have been a
strange accident that betrayed _you_ into captivity?"
He glanced down with ingenuous pride at the iron cross which dangled
between the froggings of his coat. It had been bestowed on him in
reward for the intrepidity with which he had, unpardoned, hewn his way
out of a nest of French Hussars and regained his liberty.
The lieutenant's breast was bare of ornament. At the end of the
campaign, when a shower of decorations had rained down on the
victorious warriors, he had not been present to receive his share. A
painful sensation of being passed in the race, almost akin to shame,
swept over him. He pushed his cap farther on to his brow, and drew
himself erect in his chair, as if its fusty cushions threatened to
suffocate him.
"Thank you," he said, "for your kind intentions, but I must go to
Königsberg directly to report myself to the Commandant."
"I'm afraid you'll have some difficulty in finding him there," put in a
curly-headed young man with twinkling dark eyes, who wore his right arm
in a black sling.
"Don't you know that directly it came back the Landwehr was disbanded?"
"Even the staff is broken up," remarked another.
"Then I must try my luck with the Commissioner-General," replied
Lieutenant Baumgart. "I have more reason, perhaps, than any one else to
be extra careful that my discharge papers are in good order. At least,
I fancy so. I don't want the reproach to be fastened on me that I
sneaked out of the army secretly. So, please let me know as soon as you
can if there will be any conveyance going to-morrow to Königsberg?"
A storm of indignation arose. They all left their seats, some seizing
his hand, some forming a cordon round him, as if to prevent his
departure by physical force.
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