When the physicians had entreated her to move that she might be more comfortable, it was impossible for her strength to accomplish it.
"I am a Queen," she said sadly, "and I have no power to move my arm."
But when she saw the King, joy made her like the old Louisa.
The King embraced her as if he would never again see her.
"Am I then so ill?" she asked.
The King went from the room.
The poor Queen gazed from one face to the other, and the strength again left her.
"The King seems as if he wished to take leave of me," she gasped. "Tell him not to do so, or I shall die directly."
At once he returned and sat on her bed and the minutes wore away, the arms of the old Countess supporting her dear Queen Louisa.
"Where are my children, Fritz?"