'Help me, my Prince,' she added; 'none but you can help me.' This time the messenger returned more speedily, and begged the Countess to follow him: the Prince was graciously pleased to receive the Frau Grafin von Rosen.
Otto sat by the fire in his large armoury, weapons faintly glittering all about him in the changeful light.

His face was disfigured by the marks of weeping; he looked sour and sad; nor did he rise to greet his visitor, but bowed, and bade the man begone.

That kind of general tenderness which served the Countess for both heart and conscience, sharply smote her at this spectacle of grief and weakness; she began immediately to enter into the spirit of her part; and as soon as they were alone, taking one step forward and with a magnificent gesture--'Up!' she cried.
'Madame von Rosen,' replied Otto dully, 'you have used strong words.

You speak of life and death.

Pray, madam, who is threatened?
Who is there,' he added bitterly, 'so destitute that even Otto of Grunewald can assist him ?' 'First learn,' said she, 'the names of the conspirators; the Princess and the Baron Gondremark.