"Come home with us, pray, my child," said old Madame von Bergman very kindly.
Permission was given and Bettina joined them. She was now a big girl, and thirteen.
"Gracious Fräulein," she said to Marianne, "how happy I am." Then she laughed her gay little gurgle. "I think, Gracious Fräulein, Frederick Barbarossa is waking. He is stretching himself, I think. He will rise soon and drive away Napoleon." Arndt looked at her in surprise and then nodded.
In the evening there was a grand illumination.
The Berliners had pressed the King to appear in the theatre.
"Yes, yes," he said, "but first we will go to church and thank Almighty God for his mercy."
To celebrate his return he freed many prisoners, gave money to the poor, and remembered to thank all who had been loyal.
On their part, the Berliners had the sculptor, Schadow, make a statue of the Queen and place it on an island in the Tiergarten.
The King also founded an Order of Merit, and with grand ceremony bestowed it upon many, among them the actor, Iffland, and the old clergyman who had answered Napoleon.
But, in spite of all this, Prussia had no money.