Courts and courtiers -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Germany -- Fiction
"Prophecies," continued Herr von Knobelsdorff, "generally come true to
this extent, that circumstances arise which one can interpret, if one
has a mind to, in their sense. And the broadness of the terms in which
every proper prophecy is couched makes this all the more easy. 'With one
hand'--that is regular oracle-style. What has actually happened is a
moderate case of atrophy. But that much counts for a good deal, for what
is there to prevent me, what is there to prevent the people, from
assuming the whole by this partial fulfilment, and declaring that the
conditional part of the prophecy has been fulfilled? The people will do
so; if not at once, at any rate if the rest of the prophecy, the actual
promise, is in any way realised, it will put two and two together, as it
always has done, in its wish to see what is written turn out true. I
don't see how it is going to come about--the Prince is a younger son, he
will not come to the throne, the intentions of fate are obscure. But the
one-handed prince is there--and so may he bestow on us as much as he
can."
The Grand Duke did not answer, secretly thrilled by dreams of the future
of his dynasty.
"Well, Knobelsdorff, I will not be angry with you. You want to comfort
me, and you have not done it badly. But I must do what is expected of
me...."
The air resounded with the distant cheers of many voices. The people of
Grimmburg were crowded in black masses behind the cordon at the station.
Officials were standing apart in front, waiting for the carriages. There
was the mayor, raising his top-hat, wiping his forehead with a crumpled
handkerchief, and poring over a paper whose contents he was committing
to memory. Johann Albrecht assumed the expression appropriate to
listening to the smoothly worded address and to answering concisely and
graciously:
"Most excellent Mr. Mayor...." The town was dressed with flags, and the
bells were ringing.
In the capital all the bells were ringing. And in the evening there were
illuminations; not by formal request of the authorities, but
spontaneous--the whole city was a blaze of light.
II
THE COUNTRY
The country measured eight thousand square kilometres, and numbered one
million inhabitants.
A pretty, quiet, leisurely country. The tops of the trees in its forests
rustled dreamily; its broad acres showed signs of honest care; its
industries were undeveloped to the point of indigence.
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