"I loved
the Princess Hildegarde. I was jealous that any should share her
greatness. I have kept silent because I carried her in my arms till
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
to-day, a noble woman, with a soul as spotless as yonder snowdrift.
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.
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