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The Daughter of an Empress

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Anna Leopoldowna had hardly left the room in which she had been

surprised and captured, when Lestocq turned to Grunstein with a new

order.

"Now," said he, in an undertone to him--"now hasten to seize the

emperor. This little Ivan must be annihilated."

Elizabeth had overheard these words, and remembering Anna's last prayer,

she exclaimed with vehemence: "No, no, I say, he shall not be annihilated! Woe to him who injures a

hair of his head! I will not be the murderer of an innocent child! Take

him prisoner, get him in your power, but in him respect the child and

the emperor! Tear him not forcibly from his slumber, but protect his

sleep! Poor child, destined to suffer so early!"

"No weakness now, princess," whispered Lestocq; "show yourself great

and firm, else all is lost! Come away from here, that the sight of this

child may not yet more enfeeble your heart. Come, much more remains to

be done."

And, reverently taking Elizabeth's hand, he led her to the door.

"Now do your duty," said he to Grunstein. "Seize young Ivan."

"But remember my command, and spare him," said Elizabeth, slowly and

hesitatingly leaving the chamber.

"Now to Ivan!" Grunstein commanded his soldiers, and with them he

hastened to the sleeping-room of the young emperor.

There deep stillness and undisturbed peace yet prevailed. Only

the waiting-women were awakened, and had hastily fled in search of

concealment and safety. They had left the young emperor entirely alone,

and he had not been awakened by the disturbance all around him.

He lay quietly in his splendid cradle, which was placed upon a sort of

estrade in the centre of the room, dimly lighted by a lamp suspended

from the ceiling by golden chains. This slumbering, smiling, childish

face, peeping forth from the green silk coverings of the pillows,

resembled a fresh, bursting rosebud. It was a sight that inspired

respect even in those rough soldiers.

Devoutly staring, they at first remained at the door of the room; then

slowly, and stepping on the points of their toes, they approached nearer

and surrounded the cradle. But, remembering the words of their new

empress, "Spare his sleep," no one dared to touch the child, or awaken

him from his slumber.

In close order the bearded warriors pressed around the cradle of the

imperial child, leaning upon their halberds, watching for his awaking.

It was a rare and admirable picture. In the centre, upon its estrade,

was the splendid cradle of the slumbering child, and all around, upon

the steps of this child-throne, these soldiers with their wild and

threatening faces, all eyes expectantly resting upon the smiling

infantile brow.

The door now opened, and, her face pallid with terror, Ivan's nurse

rushed into the room and to the cradle of her imperial nursling. The

soldiers, with imperious glances, beckoned her to await in silence, like

themselves, the awakening of the emperor. The poor woman spoke not, but

her fast-flowing tears indicated the depth of her grief.

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