Arms and the Woman
Page 138"Where is this Dr. Salzberg?"
The innkeeper leaned against the side of the fireplace, staring into
the flames.
"He is dead," briefly.
"Who was he?"
"Her late Highness's court-physician. Oh, have no fear, Herr; this
new-found Princess of yours will come into her own," with a bitter
smile.
"And why have you kept silent all these years?" I asked.
"Why?" He raised his arms, then let them fall dejectedly. "I loved
the Princess Hildegarde. I was jealous that any should share her
she could walk. Because her father cursed her, and refused to believe
her his own. Because she grew around my heart as a vine grows around a
rugged oak. And the other? She was nothing to me. I had never seen
her. My wife spirited her away when it was night and dark. I took the
proofs of her existence as a punishment to my wife, who, without them,
would never dare to return to this country again. Herr, when a man
loads you with ignominy and contempt and ridicule for something you are
not to blame, what do you seek? Revenge. The Prince tried to crush
this lonely child of his. It was I who brought her up. It was I who
taught her to say her prayers. It was I who made her what she is
That was my revenge."
"Who are you?" I cried. For this innkeeper's affection and eloquence
seemed out of place.
"Who am I?" The smile which lit his face was wistful and sad. "The
law of man disavows me--the bar sinister. In the eyes of God, who is
accountable for our being, I am Gretchen's uncle, her father's brother."
"You?" I was astounded.
"And who knows of this?"
"The King, the Prince--and you."
I thrust a hand toward him. "You are a man."
"On my honor."
Then he accepted my clasp and looked straight into my eyes.
"And all this to you?"
"I love her."
"And she?"
"It is mutual. Do you suppose she would have put her life before mine
if not? She knew that the lieutenant would have killed me."
"Ach! It never occurred to me in that light. I understood it to be a
frolic of hers. Will you make her happy?"