The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.Spielhagen, Friedrich
General
The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
to which it could attain, instead of the unattainable ones for which it
struggled in its first heat; for instance, a free commonwealth, a
republic of equal men, not enslaved or dishonoured by the exemptions or
privileges of any one man."
Uncle Ernst paused; he must once more conquer the stream that rushed
roaring and raging from his heart to his brain. He must remain calm,
now especially.
Outside the rain was falling, a dull twilight reigned in the room.
The General sat, his head resting on his hand, sunk in thought. There
could only be a question now of an honourable retreat; the how would
settle itself.
"Proceed, I beg!" said he.
"A day came," continued Uncle Ernst, "when this ideal appeared no
longer to float in the clouds, but to be ready to descend upon the
earth. I regret deeply to have to awaken recollections which must be
painful and bitter to you, General; but I cannot unfortunately avoid
it, as you will see.
"On the 18th of March I had been directing, in the heart of the
Königsstadt, the erection of some barricades, against which, because
they were in reality made with greater art and upon a settled plan, and
also no doubt were better defended, the might of our opponents failed,
in spite of the obstinacy and bitterness with which they fought,
especially here, under the command of an officer whose fearless courage
must have excited the most sluggish to emulation. In fact he constantly
exposed himself almost as if he wished to meet death. He would
undoubtedly have found it here and in this hour had not our people been
miserable marksmen, who could only fire into the mass, but invariably
missed any single object. There was only one good marksman behind the
barricade; that one was the leader, myself. The wild duck that swift as
an arrow bursts through the sedges on the bank, had not been safe from
my gun, and the officer sat for a full minute as quietly on his horse,
in the midst of the hottest shower of balls, as if man and horse had
been carved in stone. More than once was my rifle pointed; I said to
myself that I must kill the officer, that this one man was more
dangerous to the cause for which I was fighting than whole regiments;
in fact that he was the personification of the cause for which he
fought. I could not make up my mind. It was doubtless the respect that
one brave man has for another--this time to my cost, for I was
convinced that this man, if ever I were in his power, would kill me
without mercy, like a poisonous snake; and he confirmed my
expectations. The battalion that he commanded was ordered to retire; I
saw that he exchanged warm words with the officer who brought the
order; I fancied I could see that he debated within himself whether he
should or should not obey the command, which he considered at once as
stupid and disgraceful--and from his point of view rightly; we could
not have held out five minutes longer. Military discipline conquered;
he rode close in front of the barricade, and said, while he thrust his
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