“Your Highness,” replied Herbeck, “I have worked long and faithfully in your service.  I can not recollect that I ever asked one personal favor.  But I do so now.  Do not send for Ducwitz to-night.  See him in the morning.  This is no time for haste.  You will throw the army into Jugendheit, and there will follow a bloody war.  For I have to inform you that the prince regent, recognizing the false position he is in, has taken the ram by the horns.  His troops are already bivouacked on the other side of the pass.  This I learned to-day.  He will not strike first; he will wait for you.”

“I will have my revenge!” stubbornly.

“Father, listen to me. I am the affronted person; I, I alone, have the right to say what shall be done in the matter.  And I say to you if you do these cruel things, dismiss his excellency and bring war and death to Ehrenstein, I will never forgive you, never, never!  You are wrong, wrong, and I, your daughter, tell you so frankly.  Leave it to me.  There will be neither war nor humiliation.”

As the duke gazed at her the wrath gathering in his throat receded and his admiration grew.  His daughter!  She was a princess, indeed, as she stood there, fearless, resolute, beautiful.  And her very beauty gave recurrence to his wrath.  A fool of a king he was, a fool of a king!

“My dear child,” he said, “I have suffered too much at the hands of Jugendheit.  It was my daughter the first time; it is my honor now,” proudly.

“Will it balance war and devastation?” the girl asked quietly.  “Is it not pride rather than honor?  The prince regent made a pardonable blunder.  Do not you, my father, make an unpardonable one.  The king is without blame, for you appeal to his imagination as a man who deeply wronged his father.  I harbor no ill-feeling against him or his uncle, because I look at the matter from an impersonal point of view; it was for the good of the state.  This blunder can be undone; therefore it is not wise to double it, to make it irreparable.”

“A Portia to the judgment!” said the chancellor, his eye kindling.  “Let it all rest upon my shoulders.  I alone am to blame.  It was I who first suggested the alliance.  We all have dreams, active or passive, futile or purposeful.  My ambition was to bring about a real and lasting peace.  Your Highness, I have failed signally.  There is nothing to do now but to appoint my successor.”  All the chancellor’s force and immobility of countenance gave way, and he looked the broken man.

Notwithstanding that he was generally hasty, the duke was a just man.  In his heart of hearts he understood.  He offered his hand, with half a smile; and when he smiled he was a handsome old man.

“You are bidding me farewell, your Highness?” said Herbeck.

“No, Count.  I would not let you go for half my duchy.  What should I do without your solid common sense?  No; remain; we are both of us too old to quarrel.  Even a duke may be a fool sometimes.”