he was very pale, his lip tremble

d earnestly into his face, but his glance, before which so many had trembled, was sustaine

u tell me." the king said at last. "You really believ

d Weingarten, humbly, "for I have th

oof-wha

hand to your majesty, and which you

tement," said the king, mildly. "I beg yo

ot tremble in the least as he read the important words which refined malice and cruel av

ords

I shall go there to do, in the king's presence, that which no one has done before me, and which no one will do after me. If I do not succeed in accomplishing my purpos

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this note himsel

nck's handwriting, you will perhaps hav

ndwriting; giv

earchingly. "It is his handwriting," he

from a small box several closely written yellow papers, and

nd stamp him as a criminal! They were already a crime in the king's eyes, for they were tender let

nd unhappy love must bear witness against th

renck intended murder, he was at all events willing to create a scene, if only to gratify his vanity. It appears that he has now played out his role at Vienna, as well as in St. Petersburg and Berlin,

ning. 'I shall go to Konigsberg,' writes Baron Trenck, 'and there do in the presence of the king what no

wn adventurer, a species of Don Quixote, always fighting against windmills, and believing that warriors and kings honor him so far as to be his enemies. I punished Tr

to warn your majesty, through me. You will discover if they have calumniated Trenck, by giving this testim

But I am convinced that he is a bold adventurer, he has boasted that he will defy me, that is certainly what

lently. The king continue

thanks, and it would please me to h

nding with bowed head, he now stood erect,

reward than that you may profit by my warning. If the fearful danger that threatens your majes

esire. I will respect your warning and guard myself from the danger that you believe threatens me, but to do that, and at the same time to convince o

I did not even communicate it to Baron Puebla, bu

fore, upon the subject. If you should ever have a favor to ask, come to me with this tabatiere

with approving smiles. After he had dismissed the secretary of legation, and was

re beauty is tear-stained and turned to ashes, but her heart still lives; it is young and warm, and belongs to Trenck! And shall I dissipate this last illusion? Must she now learn that he to whom she sacrificed so much is but a common murderer? No, I will spare her this sorrow! I will not give Trenck the opportunity to fulfil his work; even his intention shall remain doubtful. I shall not go to Konigsberg; and if, in his presumptuous thirst for notoriety or for vengeance, he should enter Prussia, he shall be cared for-he shall not escape his punishment. Let h