The troubled look did not leave his face as he hastened with uneven steps down the royal corridor, and out into the gallery where the strange scene of the day before had taken place. In the gallery he encountered the Count von Stahlen with his inseparable companion. The Chancellor gave them a sharp nod and was going past, but the wit stopped in front of him.
“Ha! Good morning, Chancellor!” he exclaimed. “I hope nothing has occurred to put you out. They say the King has turned Anarchist.”
Von Sigismark darted an angry frown at the jester, and hurried away, his ears tingling with the mocking laughter of the faithful Von Hardenburg.
Maximilian sat in silence after the Chancellor’s departure, staring moodily before him, while Johann anxiously watched his face.
Bernal was the first to speak.
“You will have to get the old Count alone and talk with him, if you want to get him to assist you.”
Maximilian rose from his seat and approached Johann.
“You see, Herr Mark, the position I am in. After what has passed this morning you will be able to understand how little power is really enjoyed by the most absolute monarchs. In my whole kingdom I do not know of one man whom I can rely on to carry out my wishes. Realise the truth: society, as we see it, is merely an equilibrium of forces; it can only be disturbed by force, and it is as difficult and as dangerous for a king to commence a revolution as for any private man.”
He moved to the window of the room, overlooking a corner of the royal park, and stood gazing out.
Johann rose to his feet, looking much disturbed.