"The valet says that Count Falkentstein ordered every thing to be sent back to Vienna except our trunks," sighed Coronini. "All the wine, bread, game, and delicacies remained in the wagons."
"Very well," cried the emperor, laughing heartily at the contretemps, "let us go and ask for dinner in yonder village behind the wood."
"The postilion says that there is not a public house anywhere about," continued Coronini, in great distress. "He says that we will find nothing to eat in the village."
Instead of making a reply, the emperor walked to the hillock, and questioned the postilion himself.
"What is the name of the village beyond the forest?" asked he.
"Wichern, your majesty."
"Do we change horses there?"
"No, your majesty, we harness up at Unterbergen."
"Can we get any breakfast at Wichern, think you?"
"No, no, your majesty, not a morsel of any thing—none but peasants live in the village."