Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
“I will have nothing to do with conventionalities; otherwise life in
Germany would be intolerable. I should die of anxiety in a pension,
thinking every moment of the dangers to which you are exposed. No, I
couldn’t endure that. I have lived through too much--seen too much that
is terrible. My nerves would not be strong enough for me to vegetate
in a family or a Berlin pension in the midst of the trivialities of
everyday life. Have pity on me, and don’t leave me! Your presence is the
only effectual medicine for my mind.”
“Ah! dearest Edith, my whole heart is full of you, and I would gladly do
as you wish. But every step we take must be practical and judicious.
If you say you will stay with me, you must have some idea in your mind.
How, then, do you think we can manage to be together? Remember that on
my return I shall be an officer on service, and shall have to carry out
the orders I receive.”
“I have already thought of a way. Prince Tchajawadse had a page with
him; I will be your page.”
“What an absurd idea! Prussian officers don’t take pages with them on
active service.”
“Never mind the name. You must have servants, like English officers; I
will be your boy.”
“With us soldiers are told off for such duties, my dear Edith.”
“Then I will go with you as a soldier. I have already gone as a rajah.”
Heideck knitted his brows impatiently. The young woman, whose keen eyes
had noticed it, went on impetuously: “Although it seems you are tired
of me, I will not leave you. Distance is love’s worst enemy, and you are
the only tie that binds me to life.”
Heideck cast down his eyes, so as not to betray his thoughts. Since
he had read the papers, which gave him a clearer idea of the political
situation, his mind was fuller than before of warlike visions. He loved
Edith, but love did not fill his life so completely as it did hers. The
news in the Italian and French papers had put him into a regular fever
after his long absence from Europe. The dissolution of the Triple
Alliance, and Germany’s new alliance with France and Russia, had caused
a complete alteration in the political horizon. He heard the stamping
of horses, the clash of arms, the thunder of cannon. The war was full of
importance and boundless possibilities.
It was a question of Germany’s existence! Her losses up to the present
were estimated at more than three milliards. All the German colonies had
been seized by the English, hundreds of German merchant-men were lost,
German foreign trade was completely paralysed, German credit was shaken.
Unless Germany were finally victorious, the war meant her extinction as
a great Power.
He sprang up.
“It must be, dearest Edith; we must soon part!”
She turned pale. With a look of anguish she caught at his hand and held
it fast.
“Do not leave me!”
“I must have perfect freedom--at present. After the war I belong
entirely to you.”
“No, no, you cannot be so cruel! You must not leave me!”
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