“Remember!” he said.

The king looked in vain for Gretchen.  Then he beckoned to Carmichael, and whispered brokenly:  “If you see her, do not tell her what has happened.  Better to let her think that I have gone.  And she will see nothing in the arrest of the king of Jugendheit.”

“I promise.”

The troop marched along the street, followed by many curious ones, and many heads popped in and out of the gabled windows.  Carmichael watched them till they veered round a corner, and then he returned to the consulate.  There he left a note for the clerk, telling him that he would not be in the office again that day.  Directly after, he hurried off to the Jugendheit embassy.

An hour later Gretchen appeared before Fraeu Bauer.  Gretchen had gone home immediately after the termination of the fight in the garden.  It had been the will of her lord and master for her to remain at home throughout the day; but this she could not do.  She was worried.

“He was not hurt, Fraeu?” she asked timidly.

“Oh, no!  The two of them gave themselves up readily.  They are snug in the Stein-schloss by this time.”

“The Stein-schloss!” Gretchen blanched.  “Holy Mother, what has happened?”

“Why, your vintner and Herr Ludwig were arrested an hour ago, accused of being spies from Jugendheit.”

“It is a lie!” cried Gretchen hollowly.  She groped blindly for the door.

“Where are you going, Gretchen?” Fraeu Bauer inquired anxiously.

“To her highness!  She will save him!”

Her highness was dreaming.  She had fallen into this habit of late.  A flame in the fireplace, a cloud in the sky, a dash of rain on the window, all these drew her fancy.  What the heart wishes the mind will dream.  Sunshine was without, clear, brilliant; shadow was within, mellow, nebulous.  But to-day her dream was short.  A maid of honor announced that the young woman Gretchen sought her presence.

“Admit her.  She will be a tonic,” said Hildegarde.

Gretchen appeared, red-eyed and disheveled.  Instantly she flung herself at the feet of the princess.

“Why, Gretchen!”

“They will not let me see him, Highness!” Gretchen choked.

“What has happened, child?”

“They have arrested him as a spy from Jugendheit, and he is innocent.  Save him, Highness!”

“How can I save him?”

“He is not a spy.”

“That must be proved, Gretchen.  I can not go to the Stein-schloss and order them to liberate him.”  She lifted Gretchen to her feet.

“I have been there, and they will not let me see him.  I love him so!”

“I can arrange that for you.  I will go with you myself to the prison.”

“Thanks, Highness, thanks!” Gretchen was hysterical.