"I think we will not have to wait long," said another. "I see lights in the windows."
The side of the castle next the Spree was now suddenly lighted; first the upper story, then the lower, and a pale light was now seen in the vestibule.
"Truly, I have not been deceived; something is going on," said
Pollnitz, hastening forward.
As he entered the court, a curious train was seen descending the steps. In front were two servants with torches; they were followed by twelve heyducks, their shoulders weighed down with dishes, cans, cups, plates, whose silver surface, illumined by the golden glare of the torches, seemed to dance and glimmer along the wall and steps like "will o' the wisps." Two servants with towels brought up the rear, and behind these the pale, sad face of Fredersdorf was seen.
"You are punctual," said he to Pollnitz; "you wish to convince yourself that the king has no gold?"
"Certainly! though this conviction will deprive me of my last hope, and one does not adopt such a course eagerly."
"I think you will be fully convinced. Come, let us follow the heyducks."
He took the arm of the baron, and they soon reached the border of the Spree. The large skiff, which had been lying so dark and still, was now lighted by the torches of the servants, who ranged themselves on each side; it was brilliantly lighted, and great activity prevailed. The twelve heyducks, bending under their heavy burden, entered the skiff, and piled up the silver-ware, then sprang again ashore.
"We are going to the treasure-room, will you follow us?" said
Fredersdorf.
"Certainly; if not, you may perhaps expect to leave me here as sentinel."