Historical Vignettes, 1st Series

"Halt!" The voice of an officer rang out in the heavy twilight, and with a sudden scream of brakes and jangle of harness the cavalcade came to a stand.
"Tell the Herr von Gastein his Majesty desires to speak with him." The name ran up the long line, quick and sharp, like a rattle of musketry, and passed out of hearing of him who had uttered it. "Tell the Herr Captain to come at once."
The Herr Captain was already, on the word, spurring back from the head of the cortège, which was of royal extent. It stood upon a flat road in a flat country, covering more ground than and including almost as many human souls as a modern mail-train. There was the King's coach for principal itema veritable little room slung on straps and drawn by eight horses; and there were carriagesseven or eight, and each holding as many peoplefor his retinue, and baggage-wagons, and a troop of fifty sabres to escort the whole. It took so much, or more, to carry this little corpulent apoplectic on his annual visit to Herrenhausen, whither he had already travelled to within a league or so of Osnabrück and a much-needed night's rest.
The Captain von Gastein, having dismounted and thrown his reins to a groom, stood at stiff attention by the coach door. He was a patient, somewhat exhausted-looking man of fifty, spare-bodied, and with stone-blue eyes which rather matched the dusty Hanoverian blue of his uniform. His expression at the moment was one of a quiet fatality, as if the summons had not been altogether unforeseen by him.

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