“No, I am in sober earnest. France and Prussia are the two enemies whose innermost thoughts you are to fathom.”
“But France and Prussia are not here in Vienna.”
“No, not here in Vienna, but they are at the fortress of Rastadt.”
“I do not understand you, my friend.”
“Listen to me, and you will understand me. You know that I hate France, and that I abhor the peace we were compelled to conclude with her. France is a hydra, whose head we must cut off, or by whom we must allow ourselves to be devoured. I am in favor of cutting off her head.”
“So am I!” exclaimed Victoria, laughing. “Have you got a sword sharp enough to cut off the hydra’s head? Then give it to me—I will behead her.”
“The hydra believes she has a sword with which she might kill me. Listen to me. I was once in my life foolish enough to sign a paper which might prove dangerous to me in case it should be submitted to the emperor. This paper is in the hands of France.”
“France has got a large hand. Which of her fingers holds the paper?”
“A year ago, the paper was in Bernadotte’s hands, and he had already applied for an interview with the empress, in order to deliver to her the paper, which she had promised to hand to the emperor. I learned it in time, and sent out a few friends to bring the papers out of his own rooms.”
“Ah. I understand. It was on the day of the festival of the volunteers, and of the inauguration of the French banner.”