She offered the chamberlain her small, white hand; he sank upon his knees, and covered it with his tears and kisses.
“Go, my son,” said Father Guarini, laying his hand upon Schonberg’s head—“go; the Lord has chosen you as a blessed martyr for our just and holy cause. The Lord will be with you, and the holy mother Church will pray for you.”
“I go, my father—may it be granted me to die for my queen!”
Turning to the general, he delivered up his sword rather tragically, and declared himself ready to depart.
The commandant signed to the officer.
“Conduct this gentleman to the carriage, and send him with a sufficient guard to Berlin.”
CHAPTER XI. THE TE DEUM.
The queen looked sadly after the chamberlain; when he had disappeared, she turned to the general.
“I now hope,” said she, “that you have fulfilled your orders, and that I will be permitted to have my apartments to myself.”