Tales from the German. Volume I.Velde, C. F. van der (Carl Franz)
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Tales from the German. Volume I.
Velde, C. F. van der (Carl Franz)
German fiction -- Translations into English
'If that be the case,' said Rank, 'and you are not provided with a
second, I offer you my services in that capacity.'
'You, general!' cried Arwed with astonishment.
'I am your friend,' said Rank, 'and will openly prove it, and at the
same time abjure my political faith. Let it be considered as settled.
Before the duel, however, I advise you to resign your commission.
Indeed it was for that purpose I came to seek you. You have made many
and powerful enemies. Nothing but your father's power and influence has
hitherto preserved you, and even he is angry with you now. If he also
should give you up, you would be lost without redemption.'
'Only he who gives himself up, is lost,' said Arwed. 'Yet will I follow
your good counsel. Under the present circumstances there is no longer
honor nor pleasure for me in the Swedish service.'
'It is unfortunate for you, Gyllenstierna,' cried Rank dejectedly. You
have in you the metal for a Horn or a Torstenson, and it is to be
regretted that your talents cannot be devoted to the service of your
country. Whenever you need my services in your proposed affair, you
know where to find me.'
He took his leave, and Arwed accompanied him to the door. On his return
he passed a mirror, and the reflection of his disordered figure caught
his attention.
'I look as bad,' cried he, 'as a highway robber, going forth in pursuit
of his prey. This is not as it should be. Even the just anger of an
honorable man should not wear this appearance. Stern business should be
sternly executed; but with a due regard to outward appearances, so that
the wretch whom I am about to punish may not be able to complain that I
have neglected what good manners prescribe.'
He drew the pistols from his bosom, and laid them aside. Then ringing
for his servant, he dressed himself with unusual care. The rich gala
uniform contrasted strangely and frightfully with the suppressed anger
upon his beautiful pale face. He buckled on his sword again, and
proceeded to the Ritterholm in search of his antagonist.
The parade before the palace had commenced. The troops were already
marched to the square, and the officers were walking to and fro in
masses, or conversing together in isolated groups. 'Have you heard of
it?' asked adjutant Kolbert, slopping up to Arwed; Baumgardt has become
a major general, and had conferred upon him the order of the seraphim.
It will be announced to-day in general orders.'
'There he comes already,' scoffingly observed count Posse, who had
joined the group; 'and his face shines as did that of Moses when he
retired from the presence of the Most Holy.'
'I am glad of it,' said Arwed, 'I shall have an opportunity to
congratulate him upon the spot.'
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