Frederick the Great and His Family [212]
herself into a sword when the king went to war and helped him to defeat his enemies! Is that it. Fritz Kober?"
"Nearly so, sir king; I wish you had such a fairy at your side to- day."
"Still, Fritz," whispered Charles Henry Buschman, "our king does not need the help of a fairy; our king can maintain his own cause, and God is with his sword."
"Do you truly believe that, my son?" said the king, deeply moved. "Have you still this great confidence in me? Do you still believe that I can sustain myself and that God is with me?"
"We have this confidence, and we will never lose it!" cried Charles Henry, quickly. "Our enemies over there have no Frederick to lead them on, no commander-in-chief to share with them hunger and thirst, and danger and fatigue; therefore they cannot love their leaders as we do ours."
"And then," said Fritz Kober, thoughtfully, "I am always thinking that this war is like a battle of the cats and hounds. Sometimes it looks as if the little cats would get the better of the great bulldogs; they have sharp claws, and scratch the dogs in the face till they can neither see nor hear, and must for a while give way; they go off, however, give themselves a good shake, and open their eyes, and spring forward as great and strong and full of courage as ever; they seize upon the poor cats in the nape of the neck and bite them deadly with their strong, powerful teeth. What care they if the cats do scratch in the mean while? No, no, sir king, the cats cannot hold out to the end; claws are neither so strong nor so lasting as teeth."
"Yes," said the king, laughing, "but how do you know but our foes over there are the hounds and we are the little cats?"
"What!" cried Fritz Kober, amazed, "we shall be the cats? No, no, sir king, we are the great hounds."
"But how can you prove this?"
"How shall I prove it?" said Fritz Kober. somewhat embarrassed. After a short pause, he cried out, gayly, "I have it--I will prove it. Those over there are the cats because they are Russians and Austrians, and do not serve a king as we do; they have only two empresses, two women. Now, sir king, am I not right? Women and cats, are they not alike? So those over there are the cats and we are the bull dogs!"
Frederick was highly amused. "Take care," said he, "that 'those over there' do not hear you liken their empresses to cats."
"And if they are empresses," said Fritz Kober, dryly, "they are still women, and women are cats."
The king looked over toward the camp-fires, which were boldly shining on the horizon.
"How far is it from here to those fires?" said he.
"About an hour," said Charles Henry, "not more."
"One hour," repeated the king, softly. "In one hour, then, I could know my fate! Listen, children, which of you will go for me?"
Both exclaimed in the same moment, "I will!"
"It is a fearful attempt," said the king, earnestly; "the Cossacks are swarming in every direction, and if you escape them, you may be caught in the camp and shot as spies."
"I will take care that they shall not recognize me as an enemy," said Charles Henry, quietly.
"I also," said Fritz Kober, zealously. "You stay, Charles Henry, we dare not both leave the king. You know that only this evening, while upon the watch, we swore that, even if the whole army of the enemy marched against us, we would not desert our king, but would stand at our post as long as there was a drop of blood in our veins or a breath in our bodies."
The king laid his hands upon the two soldiers and looked at them with much emotion. The moon, which stood great and full in the heavens, lighted up this curious group, and threw three long, dark shadows over the plain.
"And you have sworn that, my children?" said the king, after a long pause. "Ah, if all my men thought as you do we would not have been defeated this day."
"Sir king, your soldiers all think as we do, but fate was against us. Just as I said, the cats outnumbered us to-day, but we will bite them bravely for it next time. And now tell me, sir king, what shall I do over there in the
"Nearly so, sir king; I wish you had such a fairy at your side to- day."
"Still, Fritz," whispered Charles Henry Buschman, "our king does not need the help of a fairy; our king can maintain his own cause, and God is with his sword."
"Do you truly believe that, my son?" said the king, deeply moved. "Have you still this great confidence in me? Do you still believe that I can sustain myself and that God is with me?"
"We have this confidence, and we will never lose it!" cried Charles Henry, quickly. "Our enemies over there have no Frederick to lead them on, no commander-in-chief to share with them hunger and thirst, and danger and fatigue; therefore they cannot love their leaders as we do ours."
"And then," said Fritz Kober, thoughtfully, "I am always thinking that this war is like a battle of the cats and hounds. Sometimes it looks as if the little cats would get the better of the great bulldogs; they have sharp claws, and scratch the dogs in the face till they can neither see nor hear, and must for a while give way; they go off, however, give themselves a good shake, and open their eyes, and spring forward as great and strong and full of courage as ever; they seize upon the poor cats in the nape of the neck and bite them deadly with their strong, powerful teeth. What care they if the cats do scratch in the mean while? No, no, sir king, the cats cannot hold out to the end; claws are neither so strong nor so lasting as teeth."
"Yes," said the king, laughing, "but how do you know but our foes over there are the hounds and we are the little cats?"
"What!" cried Fritz Kober, amazed, "we shall be the cats? No, no, sir king, we are the great hounds."
"But how can you prove this?"
"How shall I prove it?" said Fritz Kober. somewhat embarrassed. After a short pause, he cried out, gayly, "I have it--I will prove it. Those over there are the cats because they are Russians and Austrians, and do not serve a king as we do; they have only two empresses, two women. Now, sir king, am I not right? Women and cats, are they not alike? So those over there are the cats and we are the bull dogs!"
Frederick was highly amused. "Take care," said he, "that 'those over there' do not hear you liken their empresses to cats."
"And if they are empresses," said Fritz Kober, dryly, "they are still women, and women are cats."
The king looked over toward the camp-fires, which were boldly shining on the horizon.
"How far is it from here to those fires?" said he.
"About an hour," said Charles Henry, "not more."
"One hour," repeated the king, softly. "In one hour, then, I could know my fate! Listen, children, which of you will go for me?"
Both exclaimed in the same moment, "I will!"
"It is a fearful attempt," said the king, earnestly; "the Cossacks are swarming in every direction, and if you escape them, you may be caught in the camp and shot as spies."
"I will take care that they shall not recognize me as an enemy," said Charles Henry, quietly.
"I also," said Fritz Kober, zealously. "You stay, Charles Henry, we dare not both leave the king. You know that only this evening, while upon the watch, we swore that, even if the whole army of the enemy marched against us, we would not desert our king, but would stand at our post as long as there was a drop of blood in our veins or a breath in our bodies."
The king laid his hands upon the two soldiers and looked at them with much emotion. The moon, which stood great and full in the heavens, lighted up this curious group, and threw three long, dark shadows over the plain.
"And you have sworn that, my children?" said the king, after a long pause. "Ah, if all my men thought as you do we would not have been defeated this day."
"Sir king, your soldiers all think as we do, but fate was against us. Just as I said, the cats outnumbered us to-day, but we will bite them bravely for it next time. And now tell me, sir king, what shall I do over there in the