“Good morning, Fraeu,” said Gretchen.

“Good morning, Liebchen.”

“I have brought you a brick this morning, for it will be cold till the sun is high.”

“Thank you.”

Gretchen pulled the deal table to the side of the cot, poured out the coffee, and buttered the bread.

“I ought not to drink coffee, but it is the only thing that warms me.  You have been very patient with me.”

“I am glad to help you.”

“And that is why I love you.  Now, I have some instructions to give you this morning.  Presently I shall be leaving, and there will be something besides crowns.”

“You are thinking of leaving?”

“Yes.  When I go I shall not come back.  Under my pillow there is an envelope.  You will find it and keep it.”

Gretchen, young and healthy, touched not this melancholy undercurrent.  She accepted the words at their surface value.  She knew nothing about death except by hearsay.

“You will promise to take it?”

“Yes, Fraeu.”

“Thanks, little gosling.  I have an errand for you this morning.  It will take you to the palace.”

“To the palace?” echoed Gretchen.

“Yes.  Does that frighten you?”

“No, Fraeu; it only surprises me.  What shall I do?”

“You will seek her highness and give her this note.”

“The princess?” Gretchen sadly viewed her wooden shoes and roughened hands.

“Never mind your hands and feet; your face will open any gate or door for you.”

“I have never been to the palace.  Will they not laugh and turn me out?”

“If they try that, demand to see his excellency, Count von Herbeck, and say that you came from forty Krumerweg.”

Gretchen shuddered with a mixture of apprehension and delight.  To meet and speak to all these great ones!

“And if I can not get in?”

“You will have no trouble.  Be sure, though, to give the note to no one but her highness.  There will be no answer.  All I ask is that when you return you will tell me if you were successful.  You may go.”

Gretchen put the note away and went down-stairs.  She decked her beautiful head with a little white cap, which she wore only on Sundays and at the opera, and braided and beribboned her hair.  It never occurred to her that there was anything unusual in the incident.  It was only when she came out into the Koenig Strasse that the puzzle of it came to her forcibly.  Who was this old woman who thought nothing of writing a letter to her serene highness?  And who were her nocturnal visitors?  Gretchen had no patience with puzzles, so she let her mind revel in the thought that she was to see and speak to the princess whom she admired and revered.  What luck!  How smoothly the world was beginning to run!