He made a gesture in the direction whence noise could be heard.
'I pity you,' exclaimed Zinzendorf. 'If we could only sing a prayer--'
The page interrupted him: 'The grand huntsman, or some chamberlain might hear us, and order us to be put in prison, not here, for there is no prison here, but we should be taken to Dresden, and put in the Frauenkirche guardhouse.'
He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, bowed lightly, and would have departed, had not Zinzendorf barred his way.
'Is it true, that it is forbidden to be here?' he asked.
'Your presence might bring suspicion on you, and cause you some trouble. I advise you to be off. Beyond Hubertsburg there is an inn, where you would be more comfortable than beneath this tree.'
'Which road shall we take, so that we may not be in the way of his Majesty?' asked Zinzendorf.
Brühl pointed with his hand, and said:
'It would be difficult for you to find the highway but if you will accept me as your guide, I am at your service.'
Zinzendorf and his companion picked up their sticks and bags, and followed Brühl, who seemed by no means pleased at the meeting. Zinzendorf had had time to cool down from the state of enthusiasm in which the page had found him. It was evident that he was a man accustomed to the best society, for he had excellent manners. Having grown more calm, he endeavoured to excuse himself for the speech he had made.