The Daughter of an Empress

"I was just considering," he calmly said. "At this moment I do not

recollect ever having foreseen any extraordinary event by night. But it

has always been a principle of mine to take advantage of every favorable

opportunity, whether by day or night."

Munnich remained with the regent until eleven o'clock in the evening,

and then they separated with the greatest kindness and the heartiest

assurances of mutual friendship and devotion.

"Ah, that was a hard trial!" said Munnich, breathing easier and deeper,

as he left the palace of the duke behind him. "I was already convinced

that all was lost, but this Biron is unsuspecting as a child! Sleep now,

Biron, sleep!--in a few hours I shall come to awaken you, and realize

your bloody dream!"

With winged steps he hastened to his own palace. Arrived there, he

summoned his adjutant, Captain von Mannstein, and, after having briefly

given him the necessary orders, took him with him into his carriage for

the purpose of repairing to the palace of the Prince of Brunswick.

It was a cold November night of the year 1740. The deserted streets were

hushed in silence, and no one of the occupants of the dark houses, no

one on earth, dreamed that this carriage, whose rumbling was only half

heard in sleep, was in a manner the thundering herald of new times and

new lords.

Munnich had chosen his time well. For if it was forbidden to admit any

one whatever, during the night, to the palace occupied by the young

czar, and if also the regent had given the guards strict orders to shoot

any one who might attempt, in spite of these commands, to penetrate into

the forbidden precincts, this day made an exception for Munnich, as a

portion of one of his own regiments was to-day on duty at the imperial

palace.

Unimpeded, stayed by no one, Munnich penetrated to the apartments of

Anna Leopoldowna. She was awaiting him, and at his side she descended to

receive the homage of the officers and soldiers, who had been commanded

by Munnich to submit themselves to her.

With glowing words she described to the listening soldiers all the

insults and injuries to which the regent had subjected herself, her

husband, and their son the emperor.

"Who can say that this miserable low-born Biron is called to fill

so exalted a place, and to lord it over you, my beloved friends and

brothers? To me, as the niece of the blessed Empress Anna, to me, as

the mother of Ivan, chosen as emperor by Anna, to me alone belongs

the regency, and by Heaven I will reconquer that of which I have been

nefariously robbed! I will punish this insolent upstart whose shameful

tyranny we have endured long enough, and I hope you, my friends, will

stand by me and obey the commands of your generals."