own zeal and courage, he did not dare to venture upon
such a step without the advice of a superior.
He therefore consulted the Duke of Friedland, whose
approbation might supply the want of authority from
the Emperor and to whom the Bohemian generals were
referred by an express edict of the court in the last
extremity. He, however, artfully excused himself
on the plea of holding no official appointment and
his long retirement from the political world; while
he weakened the resolution of the subalterns by the
scruples which he suggested and painted in the strongest
colors. At last, to render the consternation
general and complete, he quitted the capital with
his whole court, however little he had to fear from
its capture; and the city was lost, because, by his
departure, he showed that he despaired of its safety.
His example was followed by all the Roman Catholic
nobility, the generals with their troops, the clergy,
and all the officers of the crown. All night
the people were employed in saving their persons and
effects. The roads to Vienna were crowded with
fugitives, who scarcely recovered from their consternation
till they reached the imperial city. Maradas
himself, despairing of the safety of Prague, followed
the rest, and led his small detachment to Tabor, where
he awaited the event.
[Illustration: WALLENSTEIN VAN DYCK]
Profound silence reigned in Prague, when the Saxons
next morning appeared before it; no preparations were
made for defence; not a single shot from the walls
announced an intention of resistance. On the
contrary, a crowd of spectators from the town, allured
by curiosity, came flocking round to behold the foreign
army; and the peaceful confidence with which they
advanced, resembled a friendly salutation more than
a hostile reception. From the concurrent reports
of these people, the Swedes learned that the town had
been deserted by the troops, and that the government
had fled to Budweiss. This unexpected and inexplicable
absence of resistance excited Arnheim’s distrust
the more, as the speedy approach of the Silesian succors
was no secret to him, and as he knew that the Saxon
army was too indifferently provided with materials
for undertaking a siege and by far too weak in numbers
to attempt to take the place by storm. Apprehensive
of stratagem, he redoubled his vigilance; and he continued
in this conviction until Wallenstein’s house-steward,
whom he discovered among the crowd, confirmed to him
this intelligence. “The town is ours without
a blow!” exclaimed he in astonishment to his
officers, and immediately summoned it by a trumpeter.