Aside from the few who had always loved him, nobody would lament his death.
He did not belong to any of the nations at war; he was a species of privateer bound not to begin an attack.

He was even less,--an officer carrying supplies under the protection of a neutral flag.

This flag was not deceiving anybody.

His enemies knew the ship, seeking for it with more determination than if he were with the Allied fleets.

Even in his own country, there were many people in sympathy with the German Empire who would celebrate joyously the disappearance of the _Mare Nostrum_ and its captain.
Freya's death had depressed his spirits more than he had imagined possible.