“You can come home, Prince, come home to the unhappy land whose future lord you are by the appointment of God.  Your mere presence will be a comfort to the unhappy, a terror to Schwarzenberg.  On you rest the hopes of all patriots.  You are the standard around whom they rally, the banner to which they look up in hope and patience, for which, if needs be, they will battle to the last drop of their blood.  You furnish us all with a center and support, perhaps even your father himself, who maybe sometimes fears his own almighty minister, certainly your mother, who longs for her son as her stay and support!  Prince, one more last word.  I say it with hesitation, I would not even intrust it to the air, and yet it must be spoken—­Prince, the power of Count Schwarzenberg over your father’s heart is great, and—­and—­Count Schwarzenberg is a believing Catholic!  It would be a new pillar to his might if the Elector—­”

“Hush, hush!” interrupted the Electoral Prince, jumping up from his seat.  “Not another word!  You are right, the very air itself may not hear such words!  Bury them in your heart and never again utter them!  These are fearful tidings, which you have brought me, Marwitz, and my heart is bitterly, painfully moved by them, so that for an instant I—­”

“Oh, my beloved young master,” entreated Marwitz, “let not your heart be merely touched by them, but be inspired and sanctified.  Embrace a high noble decision.  Conquer yourself, and—­”

With uplifted hand the Electoral Prince beckoned him to be silent, and with rapid step and head sunk he paced up and down the apartment.  Then all at once he stopped, and, quickly raising his head, asked, “Where is Leuchtmar?  Why did he not come with you?”

“I know not, Prince—­he told me he could not dare to appear in your presence; he—­”

“Ah! that is true,” said the Prince mournfully; “we have not seen each other since—­I beg of you, Marwitz, to go and fetch Leuchtmar to me.”

The baron made haste to execute the Prince’s mandate.  Frederick William looked after him until the door closed behind him.  Then his large, moist eyes were slowly upraised to heaven, and his trembling lips murmured:  “Oh, how young I am yet, and how much I have still to learn!  Help me, my God, that I may have the needed strength!”

Again the door opened, and Marwitz entered, followed by Leuchtmar, who remained standing at the door.  The Electoral Prince looked at him with questioning glances, and ever brighter became his brow, ever more cheerful his aspect.  And all at once he spread out his arms, and in a tone of most heartfelt love, most tender pleading, called out, “My beloved teacher! come to my arms!”

Leuchtmar sprang forward with a cry of joy.  The Prince tenderly fell on his neck and pressed him closely to his breast.

“Oh,” he murmured softly, “my friend, I have suffered much, and still suffer.  Forgive me on account of my pain!”