ad been falsely accused of embezzling minors'
money, remained in prison for a year and, after his liberation, died of a
liver complaint.
Morning was dawning when the friends separated. Count Philipp undertook
to tell Ruth that Ulrich had found his mother again. She was to persuade
the smith to forgive his wife, with whose praises her son's lips were
overflowing.
At his departure Philipp tried to induce the Eletto to change his course
betimes, for he was following a dangerous path; but Ulrich laughed in his
face, exclaiming: "You know I have found the right word, and shall use it
to the end. You were born to power in a small way; I have won mine
myself, and shall not rest until I am permitted to exercise it on a great
scale, nay, the grandest. If aught on earth affords a taste of heavenly
joy, it is power!"
In the camp the Eletto found the troops from Aalst prepared for
departure, and as he rode along the road saw in imagination, sometimes
his parents, his parents in a new and happy union, sometimes Ruth in the
full splendor of her majestic beauty. He remembered how proudly he had
watched his father and mother, when they went to church together on
Sunday, how he had carried Ruth in his arms on their flight; and now he
was to see and experience all this again.
He gave his men only a short rest, for he longed to reach his mother. It
was a glorious return home, to bring such tidings! How beautiful and
charming he found life; how greatly he praised his destiny!
The sun was setting behind pleasant Aalst as he approached, and the sky
looked as if it was strewn with roses.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" he murmured, pointing out to his lieutenant the
brilliant hues in the western horizon.
A messenger hastened on in advance, the thunder of artillery and fanfare
of music greeted the victors, as they marched through the gate. Ulrich
sprang from his horse in front of the guildhall and was received by the
captain, who had commanded during his absence.
The Eletto hastily described the course of the brilliant, victorious
march, and then asked what had happened.
The captain lowered his eyes in embarrassment, saying, in a low tone:
"Nothing of great importance; but day before yesterday a wicked deed was
committed, which will vex you. The woman you love, the camp sibyl. . . ."
"Who? What? What do you mean?"
"She went to Zorrillo, and he--you must not be startled--he stabbed her."
Ulrich staggered back, repeating, in a
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