COUNTESSNATALIEDOLGORUCKI “No, Natalie, weep no more! Quick, dry your tears. Let not my executioner seethatwecanfeelpainorweepforsorrow!” Dryinghertears,sheattemptedasmile,butitwasanunnatural,painfulsmile. “Ivan,”saidshe,“wewillforget,forgetall,exceptingthatweloveeachother, andthusonlycanIbecomecheerful.Andtellme,Ivan,haveInotalwaysbeen in good spirits? Have not these long eight years in Siberia passed away like a pleasantsummerday?Havenotourheartsremainedwarm,andhasnotourlove continuedundisturbedbytheinclementSiberiancold?Youmay,therefore,well seethatIhavethecouragetobearallthatcanbeborne.Butyou,mybeloved, youmyhusband,toseeyoudie,withoutbeingabletosaveyou,withoutbeing permittedtodiewithyou,isacruelandunnaturalsacrifice!Ivan,letmeweep; let your murderer see that I yet have tears. Oh, my God, I have no longer any pride,I am nothingbutapoorheart-brokenwoman!Yourwidow,Iweep over theyetlivingcorpseofmyhusband!”Withconvulsivesobsthetremblingyoung wifefelluponherkneesandwithfranticgriefclungtoherhusband’sfeet. CountIvanDolgoruckinolongfelttheabilitytostandalooffromhersorrow. Hebentdowntohiswife,raisedherinhisarms,andwithherheweptforhis youth, his lost life, the vanishing happiness of his love, and the shame of his fatherhood. “Ishouldjoyfullygotomydeath,wereitforthebenefitofmycountry,”said he. “But to fall a sacrifice to a cabal, to the jealousy of an insidious, knavish favorite, is what makes the death-hour fearful. Ah, I die for naught, I die that Munnich, Ostermann, and Biron may remain securely in power. It is horrible thustodie!” Natalie’s eyes flashed with a fanatic glow. “You die,” said she, “and I shall live,willlive,toseehowGodwillavengeyouupontheseevil-doers.Iwilllive, thatImayconstantlythinkofyou,andineveryhourofthedayaddresstoGod myprayersforvengeanceandretribution!” “Liveandprayforourfatherland!”saidIvan. “No,” sheangrilycried,“ratherletGod’scurserestuponthisRussia,which deliversoveritsnoblestmentotheexecutioner,andraisesitsignoblestwomen tothethrone.NoblessingforRussia,whichiscursedinallgenerationsandfor
all time—no blessing for Russia, whose bloodthirsty czarina permits the slaughterofthenobleIvanandhisbrothers!” “Ah,”saidIvan,“howbeautifulyouarenow—howflashyoureyes,andhow radiantlyglowyourcheeks!Wouldthatmyexecutionerwerenowcome,thathe mightseeinyoutheheroine,Natalie,andnotthesorrow-strickenwoman!” “Ah,yourprayerisgranted;hearyounottherattlingofthebolts,therollof thedrum?Theyarecoming,Ivan,theyarecoming!” “Farewell,Natalie—farewell,forever!” And,mutuallyembracing,theytookonelast,longkiss,butweptnot. “Hearme,Natalie!whentheybindmeuponthewheel,weepnot.Beresolute, mywife,andpraythattheirtormentsmaynotrendermeweak,andthatnocry mayescapemylips!” “Iwillpray,Ivan.” Inhalfanhourallwasover.ThenobleandvirtuousCountIvanDolgorucki had been broken upon the wheel, and three of his brothers beheaded, and for what?—Because Count Munnich, fearing that the noble and respected brothers Dolgorucki might dispossess him of his usurped power, had persuaded the Czarina Anna that they were plotting her overthrow for the purpose of raising KatharinaIvanovnatotheimperialthrone.Noprooforconvictionwasrequired; Munnichhadsaidit,andthatsufficed;theDolgoruckiswereannihilated! ButNatalieDolgoruckistilllived,andfromthebloodysceneofherhusband’s execution she repaired to Kiew. There would she live in the cloister of the Penitents, preserving the memory of the being she loved, and imploring the vengeanceofHeavenuponhismurderers! It was in the twilight of a clear summer night when Natalie reached the cloister in which she was on the next day to take the vows and exchange her ordinarydressfortherobeofhair-clothandthenun’sveil. Foamingrushedthe Dnieper withinitssteep banks,hissingbrokethe waves upon the gigantic boulders, and in the air was heard the sound as of howling thunderandaroaringstorm. “I will take my leave of nature and of the world,” murmured Natalie, motioningherattendantstoremainatadistance,andwithfirmfeetclimbingthe steeprockybankoftherushingDnieper.Upontheirkneesherservantsprayed below, glancing up to the rock upon which they saw the tall form of their mistress in the moonlight, which surrounded it with a halo; the stars laid a radiantcrownuponherpurebrow,andherlocks,floatinginthewind,resembled
wings; to her servants she seemed an angel borne upon air and light and love upward to her heavenly home! Natalie stood there tranquil and tearless. The thoughtful glances of her large eyes swept over the whole surrounding region. She took leave of the world, of the trees and flowers, of the heavens and the earth.Below,atherfeet,laythecloister,andNatalie,stretchingforthherarms toward it, exclaimed: “That is my grave! Happy, blessed Ivan, thou diedst ere beingcoffined;butIshallbecoffinedwhileyetalive!Istandherebythytomb, mineIvan.TheyhavebeddedthynobleforminthecoldwavesoftheDnieper, whoserushingandroaringwasthyfuneralknell,mineIvan!Ishalldwellbythy grave,andinthedeathlikestillnessofmycellshallhearthetonesofthesolemn hymn with which the impetuous stream will rock thee to thine eternal rest! Receive,then,ye sacredwaves of theDnieper,receivethou,mineIvan,in thy coldgrave,thywife’svowoffidelitytothee.AgainwillIespousethee—inlife asindeath,amIthine!” And drawing from her finger the wedding-ring which her beloved husband hadonceplaceduponit,shethrewitintothefoamingwaves. Bendingdown,shesawtheringsinkinginthewatersandmurmured:“Igreet thee,Ivan,Igreetthee!Takemyring—foreveramIthine!” Then, rising proudly up, and stretching forth her arms toward heaven, she exclaimedaloud:“InowgotopraythatGodmaysendtheevengeance.Woeto Russia, woe!” and the stream with its boisterous waves howled and thundered afterherthewords:“WoetoRussia,woe!”
COUNTMUNNICH The Empress Anna was dead, and—an unheard-of case in Russian imperial history—she had even died a natural death. Again was the Russian imperial thronevacated!Whoistheretomountit?whomhastheempressnamedasher successor?Noonedaredtospeakofit;thequestionwasreadinalleyes,butno lipsventuredtoopenfortheutteranceofananswer,aseveryconjecture,every expression, if unfounded and unfulfilled, would be construed into the crime of high-treasonassoonasanotherthantheonethusindicatedshouldbecalledto thethrone! Who will obtain that throne? So asked each man in his heart. The courtiers andgreatmenoftherealmaskeditwithshudderinganddespair.For,towhom should they now go to pay their homage and thus recommend themselves to favor in advance? Should they go to Biron, the Duke of Courland? Was it not possible that the dying empress had chosen him, her warmly-beloved favorite, herdarlingminion,ashersuccessortothethroneofalltheRussias?Buthowif she had not done so? If, instead, she had chosen her niece, the wife of Prince AntonUlrich,ofBrunswick, ashersuccessor?Orwasitnotalsopossiblethat shehaddeclaredthePrincessElizabeth,thedaughterofCzarPetertheGreat,as empress?Thelatter,indeed,hadthegreatest,themostincontestablerighttothe imperialthroneofRussia;wasshenotthesolelawfulheirofherfather?How,if onetherefore wentto herandcongratulatedherasempress?Butifoneshould makeamistake,howthen? Thecourtiers,asbeforesaid,shudderedandhesitated,and,inordertoavoid makingamistake,didnothingatall.Theyremainedintheirpalaces,ostensibly givingthemselvesuptodeepmourningforthedeceaseofthebelovedczarina, whomeveryoneofthemsecretlyhatedsolongasshewasyetalive. There were but afewwhowerenotinuncertaintyrespectingtheimmediate future,andconspicuousamongthatfewwasField-MarshalCountMunnich. Whileallhesitatedandwaveredinanxiousdoubt,Munnichalonewascalm. Heknewwhatwascoming,becausehehadhadahandinshapingtheevent. “Oh,”saidhe,whilewalkinghisroomwithfoldedarms,“wehaveatlength attained the object of our wishes, and this bright emblem for which I have so longstrivenwillnowfinallybecomemine.Ishallbetherulerofthisland,andin the unrestricted exercise of royal power I shall behold these millions of venal
slavesgrovellingatmyfeet,andwhimperingforaglanceorasmile.Ah,how sweetisthisgoverningpower! “But,” he then continued, with a darkened brow, “what is the good of being therulerifIcannotbearthenameofruler?—whatisittogovern,ifanotheristo bepubliclyrecognizedasregentandreceivehomageassuch?Thekernelofthis glorywillbemine,buttheshell,—Ialsolanguishfortheshell.Butno,thisisnot the time for such thoughts, now, when the circumstances demand a cheerful mienandeveryoutwardindicationofsatisfaction!Mytimewillalsocome,and, whenitcomes,theshellaswellasthekernelshallbemine!Butthisisthehour forwaitingupontheDukeofCourland!Ishallbethefirsttowishhimjoy,and shallatthesametimeremindhimthathehasgivenmehisducalwordthathe willgrantthefirstrequestIshallmaketohimasregent.Well,well,Iwillask now,thatImayhereaftercommand.” The field-marshal ordered his carriage and proceeded to the palace of the DukeofCourland. Adeathlikestillnessprevailedinthestreetsthroughwhichherode.Onevery handweretobeseenonlycurtainedwindowsandclosedpalaces;itseemedasif thisusuallysobrilliantandnoisyquarterofSt.Petersburghadsuddenlybecome deserted and desolate. The usual equipages, with their gold and silver-laced attendants,werenowheretobeseen. Thecount’scarriagethunderedthroughthedesertedstreets,butwhereverhe passed curious faces were seen peeping from the curtained windows of the palaces;alldoorswerehastilyopenedbehindhim,andhewasfollowedbythe runners of the counts and princes, charged with the duty of espying his movements. CountMunnichsawallthat,andsmiled. “Ihavenowgiventhemthesignal,”saidhe,“andthisservileRussiannobility willrushhither,likefawninghounds,tobowbeforeanewidolandpayittheir venalhomage.” ThecarriagenowstoppedbeforethepalaceoftheDukeofCourland,andwith an humble and reverential mien Munnich ascended the stairs to the brilliant apartmentsofBiron. Hefoundthedukealone;absorbedinthought,hewasstandingatthewindow lookingdownintostreetswhichwerehenceforthtobesubjectedtohissway. “Yourhighnessissurveyingyourrealm,”saidMunnich,withasmile.“Wait butalittle,andyouwillsoonseeallthegreatnobilityflockingheretopayyou homage. My carriage stops before your door, and these sharp-scenting hounds
nowknowwhichwaytoturnwiththeirabjectadoration.” “Ah,”sadlyrespondedBiron,“Idreadthecominghour.Ihaveamisfortuneprophesyingheart, andthisnight,inadream,Isawmyselfinamiserablehut, coveredwithbeggarlyrags,shiveringwithcoldandfaintingwithhunger!” “That dream indicated prosperity and happiness, your highness,” laughingly respondedMunnich,“fordreamsarealwaysinterpretedbycontraries.Yousaw yourself as a beggar because you were to become our ruler—because a purple mantlewillthisdaybeplaceduponyourshoulders.” “Bloodalsoispurple,”gloomilyremarkedtheduke,“andasharpponiardmay alsoconvertabeggar’sblouseintoapurplemantle!Oh,myfriend,wouldthatI hadneverbecomewhatIam!Onesleepsillwhenonemustconstantlywatchhis happinesslestitescapehim.Andthinkofit,myfortunesaredependentuponthe eyesofachild,anurseling,thatwithitsmother’smilkimbibeshatredtome,and whosefirstuseofspeechwillbe,perhaps,tocurseme!” “Then it must be your task to teach the young emperor Ivan to speak,” exclaimedMunnich—“inthatcasehewilllearntoblessyou.” “I shall not be able to snatch him from his parents,” said Biron. “But those parentscertainlyhateme,andindeedverynaturally,asthey,itseems,were,next to me, designated as the guardians of their son Ivan. The Duchess Anna LeopoldownaofBrunswickisambitious.” “Bah!forthepresentsheisinlove,”exclaimedMunnich,withalaugh,“and women, when in love, think of nothing but their love. But only look, your highness, did I not prophesy correctly? Only see the numerous equipages now stoppingbeforeyourdoor!Thestreetwillsoonbetoonarrowtocontainthem.” And in the street below was really to be seen the rapid arrival of a great number of the most splendid equipages, from which alighted beautiful and richly-dressed women, whose male companions were covered with orders, and whowereallhasteningintothepalace.Therewasapressingandpushingwhich produced the greatest possible confusion. Every one wished to be the first to congratulatethenewruler,andtoassurehimoftheirunboundeddevotion. Theduke’shallsweresoonfilledwithRussianmagnates,andwhenatlength the duke himself made his appearance among them, he everywhere saw only happy,beamingfaces,andencounteredonlyglancesofloveandadmiration.The warmestwishesofallthesehundredsseemedtohavebeenfulfilled,andBiron waspreciselythemanwhomallhaddesiredfortheiremperor. And,standinginthecentreofthesehalls,theyreadtoBironthetestamentof the deceased Empress Anna: that testament designated Ivan, the son of the
Duchess Anna Leopoldowna and Prince Ulrich of Brunswick, as emperor, and him, Duke Biron of Courland, as absolute regent of the empire during the minorityoftheemperor,whohadnowjustreachedtheageofsevenmonths.The joy of the magnates was indescribable; they sank into each other’s arms with tearsofjoy.Atthismomentoldenemieswerereconciled;womenwhohadlong nourishedamutualhatred,nowtenderlypressedeachother’shands;tearsofjoy were trembling in eyes which had never before been known to weep; friendly smiles were seen on lips which had usually been curled with anger; and every oneextolledwithecstasythehappinessofRussia,andhumblybowedbeforethe newsunnowrisingoverthatblessedrealm. Withtheutmostenthusiasmtheyalltooktheoathoffidelitytothenewruler, and then hastened to the palace of the Prince of Brunswick, there with the humblestsubjectiontokissthedelicatelittlehandofthechild-emperorIvan. Munnich was again alone with the duke, who, forgetting all his ill-boding dreams,nowgavehimselfuptotheproudfeelingofhisgreatnessandpower. “Letthemallgo,”saidhe,“thesemagnates,tokissthehandofthisemperorof seven months, and wallow in the dust before the cradle of a whimpering nurseling!Ishallneverthelessbetherealemperor,andbothsceptreandcrown willremaininmyhands!” “But in your greatness and splendor you will not forget your faithful and devotedfriends,”saidMunnich;“yourhighnesswillrememberthatitwasIwho chieflyinducedtheempresstonameyouasregentduringtheminorityofIvan, and that you gave me your word of honor that you would grant me the first requestIshouldmaketoyou.” “Iknow,Iknow,”saidBiron,withaslysmile,thoughtfullypacingtheroom with his hands behind his back. But, suddenly stopping, he remained standing before Munnich, and, looking him sharply in the eye, said: “Shall I for once interpretyourthoughts,Field-MarshalCountMunnich?ShallIforoncetellyou whyyouusedallyourinfluencetodecidetheEmpressAnnatonamemeforthe regency?Ah,you hada sharpeye,asureglance,and consequently discovered that Anna had long since resolved in her heart to name me for the regency, beforeyouundertooktoconfirmherinthisresolvebyyoursagecounsels.But yousaidtoyourself:‘ThisgoodempresslovestheDukeofCourland;henceshe willundoubtedlydesiretorenderhimgreatandhappyinspiteofallopposition, andifIaidinthisbymyadviceIshallbindbothpartiestomyself;theempress, byappearingtobedevotedtoherfavorite,andthefavorite,byaidinghiminthe accomplishmentofhisambitiousplans.Ishallthereforesecuremyownposition, both for the present and future!’ Confess to me, field-marshal, that these were
yourthoughtsandcalculations.” “Theregent,SirDukeofCourland,hasagreatknowledgeofhumannature, and hence I dare not contradict him,” said Munnich, with a constrained laugh. “Your highness therefore recognizes the service that I, from whatever motive, haverenderedyou,andhenceyouwillnotrefusetograntmyrequest.” “Let me hear it,” said the duke, stretching himself out on a divan, and negligentlyplayingwithaportraitoftheEmpressAnna,splendidlyornamented withbrilliants,andsuspendedfromhisneckbyaheavygoldchain. “Namemegeneralissimoofallthetroops,”saidMunnich,withsolemnity. “Ofallthetroops?”askedBiron.“Includingthoseonthewater,oronlythose onland?” “Thetroopsonthewateraswellasthoseonland.” “Ah,thatmeans,Iamtogiveyouunlimitedpower,andthusplaceyouatthe head of all affairs!” Then, suddenly rising from his reclining position, and striding directly to Munnich, the duke threateningly said: “In my first observationIforgottointerpretafewofyourthoughtsandplans.Iwillnowtell you why you wished for my appointment as regent. You desired it for the advancement of your own ambitious plans. You knew Biron as an effeminate, yielding, pleasure-seeking favorite of the empress—you saw him devoted only toamusementandenjoyment,andyousaidtoyourself:‘ThatisthemanIneed. AsIcannotmyselfbemaderegent,letitbehim!Iwillgovernthroughhim;and whilethisvoluptuousdevoteeofpleasuregiveshimselfuptotheintoxicationof enjoyments, I will rule in his stead.’ Well, Mr. Field-Marshal, were not those yourthoughts!” Munnich had turned very pale while the duke was thus speaking, and a sombreinquietudewasdepictedonhisfeatures. “Iknownot,”hestammered,withembarrassment. “ButIknow!”thunderedtheduke,“andinyourterror-struckfaceIreadthe confirmationofwhatIhavesaid.Lookintheglass,sircount,andyouwillmake nofurtherattemptatdenial.” “But the question here is not about what I might have once thought, but of what you promised me. Your highness, I have made my first request! It is for youtograntit.Iimploreyouronthestrengthofyourducalwordtonamemeas thegeneralissimoofyourtroops!” “No,never!”exclaimedtheduke. “Yougavemeyourword!”
“IgaveitasDukeofCourland!Theregentisnotboundbythepromiseofthe duke.” “Imadeyouregent!” “AndIdonotmakeyougeneralissimo!” “Youforfeityourwordofhonor?” “No, ask something else, and I will grant it. But this is not feasible. I must myself be the generalissimo of my own troops, or I should no longer be the ruler!Ask,therefore,forsomethingelse.” Munnich was silent. His features indicated a frightful commotion, and his bosomheavedviolently. “Ihavenothingfurthertoask,”saidhe,afterapause. “But, I will confer upon you a favor without your asking it!” proudly responded the duke. “Count Munnich, I confirm you in your offices and dignities,and,toprovetoyoumyunlimitedconfidence,youshallcontinuetobe whatyouwereundertheEmpressAnna,field-marshalintheRussianarmy!” “Ithankyou,sirduke,”calmlyrepliedMunnich.“Itisverynobleinyouthat youdonotsendmeintobanishmentformypresumptuousdemand.” Claspingtheofferedhandoftheduke,herespectfullypressedittohislips. “And now go, to kiss the hand of the young emperor, that you may not be accused of disrespect,” smilingly added Biron; “one must always preserve appearances.” Munnichsilentlybowed,whilewalkingbackwardtowardthedoor. “Wepartasfriends?”askedtheduke,noddinganadieu. “Asfriendsforlifeanddeath!”saidMunnich,withasmile. Butnosoonerhadthedoorclosedbehindhimthanthesmilevanishedfrom hisfeatures,andwasreplacedbyanexpressionoffuriousrage.Hethreateningly shook his fist toward the door which separated him from the duke, and with convulsively compressed lips and grating teeth he said: “Yes, we now part as friends,butweshallyetmeetasenemies!Ishallrememberthishour,sirduke, andshalldomybesttopreventyourforgettingit.Ah,youhavenotsentmeto Siberia, but I will send you there! And now to the Emperor Ivan. I shall there meet his parents, the shamefully-slighted Ulrich of Brunswick, and his wife AnnaLeopoldowna.Ithinktheywillwelcomeme.” Withafirmstep,rageandvengeanceinhisheart,butoutwardlysmilingand submissive, Field-Marshal Count Munnich betook himself to the palace of the
COUNTOSTERMANN Four weeks had passed since Biron, Duke of Courland, had commenced his ruleoverRussia,asregent,inthenameoftheinfantEmperorIvan.TheRussian people had with indifference submitted to this new ruler, and manifested the same subjection to him as to his predecessor. It was all the same to them whoever sat in godlike splendor upon the magnificent imperial throne—what carethatmassofdegradedslaves,whoarecrawlinginthedust,forthenameby which their tyrants are called? They remain what they are, slaves; and the one uponthethroneremainswhatheis,theirabsolutelordandtyrant,whohasthe right to-day to scourge them with whips, to-morrow to make them barons and counts,andperhapsthenextdaytosendthemtoSiberia,orsubjectthemtothe inflictionofthefatalknout.Whoeverproclaimshimselfemperorordictator,is greeted by the Russian people, that horde of creeping slaves, as their lord and master,thesupremedisposeroflifeanddeath,whiletheycrawlinthedustathis feet. They had sworn allegiance to the Regent Biron, as they had to the Empress Anna; they threw themselves upon the earth when they met him, they humbly baredtheirheadswhenpassinghispalace;andwhenthemagnatesoftherealm, the princes and counts of Russia, in their proud equipages, discovered the regent’s carriage in the distance, they ordered a halt, descended from their vehicles, and bowed themselves to the ground before their passing lord. In Russia,alldistinctionsofrankceaseinthepresenceoftheruler;thereisbutone lord, and one trembling slave, be he prince or beggar, and that lord must be obeyed,whetherhecommandsamurderoranyothercrime.Thewordandwill oftheemperorpurifyandsanctifyeveryact,blessingitandmakingithonorable. Biron was emperor, although he bore only the name of regent; he had the powerandthedominion;theinfantnurselingIvan,theminoremperor,wasbuta shadow,aphantom,havingtheappearancebutnottherealityoflordship;hewas a thing unworthy of notice; he could make no one tremble with fear, and thereforeitwasunnecessarytocrawlinthedustbeforehim. HomagewaspaidtotheRegentBiron,DukeofCourland;thepalaceofPrince UlrichofBrunswick,andhisson,theEmperorIvan,stoodemptyanddesolate. Nooneregardedit,andyetperhapsitwasworthyofregard. Yet many repaired to this quiet, silent palace, to know whom Biron would
perhaps have given princedoms and millions! But no one was there to betray themtotheregent;theywereverysilentandverycautiousinthepalaceofthe PrinceofBrunswickandhiswifethePrincessAnnaLeopoldowna. It was, as we have said, about four weeks after the commencement of the regency of the Duke of Courland, when a sedan-chair was set down before a smallbackdooroftheDuchessAnnaLeopoldowna’spalace;ithadbeenborne and accompanied by four serfs, over whose gold-embroidered liveries, as if to protectthemfromtheweather,hadbeenlaidatolerablythickcoatofdustand sweat.Equallysplendid,elegant,anduncleanwasthechairwhichtheservants nowopenedforthepurposeofaidingtheirage-enfeebledmastertoemergefrom it. That person, who now made his appearance, was a shrunken, trembling, coughing old gentleman; his small, bent, distorted form was wrapped in a fur cloak which, somewhat tattered, permitted a soiled and faded under-dress to make itself perceptible,giving to theold manthe appearanceofindigence and slovenliness. Nothing, not even the face, or the thin and meagre hands he extendedtohisservants,wasneatandcleanly;nothingabouthimshonebuthis eyes,thosegray,piercingeyeswiththeirfieryside-glancesandtheirnowkind andnowslyandsubtleexpression.Thisraggedanduntidyoldmanmighthave beentakenforabeggar,hadnothisdirtyfingersandhisfadedneck-tie,whose originalcolorwashardlydiscoverable,flashedwithbrilliantsofanunusualsize, andhadnotthearmsemblazoneduponthedoorofhischair,inspiteofthedust anddirt,betrayedanoblerank.ThearmswerethoseoftheOstermannfamily, and this dirty old man in the ragged cloak was Count Ostermann, the famous Russianstatesman,thesonofaGermanpreacher,whohadmanagedbywisdom, cunning, and intrigue to continue in place under five successive Russian emperorsorregents,mostofwhomhadusuallybeenthrustfrompowerbysome bloody means. Czar Peter, who first appointed him as a minister of state, and confided to him the department of foreign affairs, on his death-bed said to his successor,thefirstCatherine,thatOstermannwasthe onlyone whohadnever made a false step, and recommended him to his wife as a prop to the empire. CatherineappointedhimimperialchancellorandtutorofPeterII.;heknewhow to secure and preserve the favor of both, and the successor of Peter II., the Empress Anna, was glad to retain the services of the celebrated statesman and diplomatistwhohadsofaithfullyservedherpredecessors.FromAnnahecame to her favorite, Baron of Courland, who did not venture to remove one whose talents had gained for him so distinguished a reputation, and who in any case mightproveaverydangerousenemy. But with Count Ostermann it had gone as with Count Munnich. Neither of
themhadbeenabletoobtainfromtheregentanythingmorethanaconfirmation of their offices and dignities, to which Biron, jealous of power, had been unwilling to make any addition. Deceived in their expectations, vexed at this frustrationoftheirplans,theyhadbothcometothedeterminationtooverthrow themanwhowasunwillingtoadvancethem;theyhadbecomeBiron’senemies because he did not show himself their friend, and, openly devoted to him and bowinginthedustbeforehim,theyhadsecretlyrepairedtohisbitterestenemy, theDuchessAnnaLeopoldowna,toofferhertheirservicesagainstthehaughty regentwhoswayedtheironsceptreofhisdespoticpoweroverRussia. A decisive conversation was this day to be held with the duchess and her husband, Prince Ulrich of Brunswick, and therefore, an unheard-of case, had even Count Ostermann resolved to leave his dusty room for some hours and repairtothepalaceoftheDuchessAnnaLeopoldowna. “Slowly,slowly,yeknaves,”groanedOstermann,asheascendedthenarrow windingstairswiththeaidofhisservants.“Seeyounot,youhounds,thatevery one of your movements causes me insufferable pain? Ah, a fearful illness is evidently coming; it is already attacking my limbs, and pierces and agonizes everypartofmysystem!Letmybedbepreparedathome,youscamps,andhave a strengthening soup made ready for me. And now away, fellows, and woe to youif,duringmyabsence,eitheroneofyoushoulddaretobreakintothestoreroomorwine-cellar!YouknowthatIhavegoodeyes,andamcognizantofevery articleonhand,eventoitsexactweightandmeasure.Takecare,therefore,take care!forifbutanounceofmeatoraglassofwineismissing,Iwillhaveyou whipped,youhounds,untilthebloodflows.Thatyoumaydependupon!” And,dismissinghisassistantswithakick,CountOstermannascendedthelast stepsofthewindingstairsaloneandunaided.But,beforeopeningthedooratthe headofthestairs,hetooktimeforreflection. “Hem!perhapsitwouldhavebeenbetterformetohavebeenalreadytaken ill, for if this plan should miscarry, and the regent discover that I was in the palaceto-day,howthen?Ah,IalreadyseemtofeeladraughtofSiberianair!But no, it will succeed, and how would that ambitious Munnich triumph should it succeed without me! No, for this time I must be present, to the vexation of Munnich,thathemaynotputallRussiainhispocket!Thegoodmanhassuch largepocketsandsuchgraspinghands!” Noddingandsmilingtohimself,Ostermannopenedthedooroftheanteroom. A rapid, searching glance satisfied him that he was alone there, but his brow darkenedwhenheobservedCountMunnich’smantlelyinguponachair.
“Ah,hehasprecededme,”peevishlymurmuredOstermann.“Well,well,we canaffordoncemoretoyieldtheprecedencetohim.To-dayhe—to-morrowI! Myturnwillcometo-morrow!” Quite forgetting his illness and his pretended pains, he rapidly crossed the spaciousroom,and,throwinghisraggedfurcloakuponMunnich’smantle,said: “A poor old cloak like this is yet in condition to render that resplendent uniform invisible. Not a spangle of that magnificent gold embroidery can be seen, it is all overshadowed by the ragged old cloak which Munnich so much despises!Oh,thegoodfield-marshalwillrejoicetofindhismantleinsuchgood company, and I hope my cloak may leave some visible memento upon its embroidered companion. Well, the field-marshal is a brave man, and I have givenhimanopportunitytomakeacampaignagainsthisownmantle!Thefool, whydoeshedislikethesegoodlittleanimals,andwouldyetbeaRussian!” As, however, he opened the door of the next room, his form again took its formershrunken,frailappearance,andhisfeaturesagainboretheexpressionof sufferingandexhaustion. “Ah, it is you,” said Prince Ulrich, advancing to meet the count, while Munnich stood near a writing-table, in earnest conversation with Anna Leopoldowna,towhomheseemedtobeexplainingsomethinguponasheetof paper. “Wehavewaitedlongforyou,mydearcount,”continuedtheprince,offering hishandtothenew-comer,withasmile. “The old and the sick always have the misfortune to arrive too late,” said Count Ostermann, “pain and suffering are such hinderances, your grace. And, moreover, I have only come in obedience to the wishes of your highness, well knowing that I am superfluous here. What has the feeble old man to do in the councilsofthestrong?” “To represent wisdom in council,” said the prince, “and for that, you are preciselytheman,count.” “Ah,CountOstermann,”atthismomentinterposedMunnich,“itiswellyou havecome.YouwillbebestabletotelltheirexcellencieswhetherIamrightor not.” “Field-Marshall Munnich is always right,” said Ostermann, with a pleasant smile.“Iunconditionallysay‘yes’towhateveryoumayhaveproposed,provided thatitisnotapropositionofwhichmyjudgmentcannotapprove.” “Thatisaveryconditionalyes!”exclaimedtheduchess,laughing.
“A ‘yes,’ all perforated with little back doors through which a ‘no’ may convenientlyenter,”laughedtheprince. “The back doors are in all cases of the greatest importance,” said Count Ostermann, earnestly. “Through back doors one often attains to the rooms of state,andhadyourpalacehereaccidentallyhadnobackdoorfortheadmission of us, your devoted servants, who knows, your highness Anna, whether you wouldonthisverynightbecomeregent!” “Onthisnight!”suddenlyexclaimedMunnich.“Yousee,yourhighness,that CountOstermanniswhollyofmyopinion.Itmustbedonethisnight!” “Thatwouldbeoverhaste,”criedtheduchess;“wearenotyetprepared!” “Nor is the regent, Biron of Courland,” thoughtfully interposed Ostermann; “and,therefore,ouroverhastewouldtakeBironbysurprise.” “Decidedlymyopinion,”saidMunnich.“Allislostifwegivetheregenttime and leisure to make his arrangements. If we do not annihilate him to-day, he may,perhaps,sendustoSiberiato-morrow.” Theduchessturnedpale;atremblingranthroughhertall,nobleform. “Isomuchdreadthesheddingofblood!”saidshe. “Oh,Iamnotatallvain,”saidOstermann.“Ifinditmuchlessunpleasantto see the blood of others flowing than my own. It may be egotism, but I prefer keeping my blood in my veins to exposing it to the gaping curiosity of an astonishedcrowd!” “Youthink,then,thathealreadysuspects,andwouldmurderus?” “You,us,andalsoyourson,theEmperorIvan.” “Also my son!” exclaimed Leopoldowna, her eyes flashing like those of an enragedlioness.“Ah,Ishouldknowhowtodefendmyson.LetBironfallthis night!” “Sobeit!”unanimouslyexclaimedthethreemen. “He has driven us to this extremity,” said the princess. “Not enough that he hasbanishedourfriendsandfaithfulservants,surroundinguswithhismiserable creaturesandspies—notenoughthathewoundsandhumiliatesusineveryway —hewouldrendtheyoungemperorfromus,hisparents,hisnaturalprotectors. Weareattackedinourholiestrights,andmust,therefore,defendourselves.” “ButwhatshallwedowiththissmallBiron,whenheisnolongerthegreat regent?”askedOstermann. “Wewillmakehimbyaheadsmaller,”saidMunnich,laughing.
“No,” vehemently exclaimed Leopoldowna—“no, no blood shall flow! Not withbloodshallourownandourson’srightsbesecured!Swearthisgentlemen, orIwillnevergivemyconsenttotheundertaking.” “I well knew that your highness would so decide,” said Munnich, with a smile, drawing a folded paper from his bosom. “In proof of which I hand this papertoyourhighness.” “Ah, what is this?” said the duchess, unfolding the paper; “it is the ground planofahouse!” “OfthehousewewillhavebuiltforBironinSiberia,”saidMunnich;“Ihave drawntheplanmyself.” “In fact, you are a skilful architect, Count Munnich,” said Ostermann, laughing,whilecastinganinterrogatingglanceatthepaperwhichAnnawasstill thoughtfully examining. “How well you have arranged it all! How delightful these snug little chambers will be! There will be just space enough in them to turn around in. But these small chambers seem to be a little too low. They are evidently not more than five feet high. As Biron, however, has about your height,hewillnotbeabletostanduprightinthem.” “Bah!forthatveryreason!”saidMunnich,withacruellaugh.“Hehascarried hisheadhighlongenough;nowhemaylearntobow.” “Butthatwillbeacontinualtorment!”exclaimedtheDukeofBrunswick. “On, has he not tormented us?” angrily responded Munnich. “We need reprisals.” “Howstrangeandhorrible!”saidAnnaLeopoldowna,shuddering;“thisman isnowstandinghereclothedwithunlimitedpower,andwearealreadyholding inourhandstheplanofhisprison!” “Yes,yes,andwiththisplaninhispocketwillCountMunnichnowgotodine with Biron and enjoy his hospitality!” laughingly exclaimed Ostermann. “Ah, that must make the dinner particularly piquant! How agreeable it must be to presstheregent’shand,andatthesametimefeeltherustlinginyourpocketof thepaperuponwhichyouhavedrawntheplanofhisSiberianprison!Butyou areintheright.Theregenthasdeeplyoffendedyou.Howcouldhedarerefuseto makeyouhisgeneralissimo?” “Ah, it is not for that,” said Munnich with embarrassment; and, seeking to givetheconversationadifferentturn,hecontinued—“ah,see,CountOstermann, whataterribleanimaliscrawlingthereuponyourdress!” “Policy, nothing but policy,” tranquilly responded Ostermann, while the
princessturnedawaywithanexpressionofrepugnance. “Well,” cried the prince, laughing, “explain to us, Count Ostermann, what thosedisgustinginsectshavetodowithpolicyorpolitics?” “WeareallfourGermans,”saidOstermann,“andconsequentlyareallfamiliar with the common saying, ‘Tell me the company you keep, and I will tell you whatyouare!’IhavealwayskeptthatinmindsinceIhavebeeninRussia;and to make this good people forget that I am a foreigner, I have taken particular painstofurnishmyselfwithasupplyoftheirdirtandofthesedelicateinsects.If anyoneasksmewhoIam,IshowhimthesecreatureswithwhomIassociate, andheimmediatelyconcludesthatIamaRussian.” Ostermannjoinedinthelaughthatfollowedthisexplanation,butsuddenlyhe utteredapiercingcry,andsankdownuponachair. “Ah,thesepainswillbethedeathofme!”hemoaned—“ah,Ialreadyfeelthe ravagesofdeathinmyblood;yes,Ihavelongknownthatadangerousmalady was hovering over me, and my death-bed is already prepared at home! I am a poorfailingoldman,andwhoknowswhetherIshalloutlivetheeveningofthis day?” While Ostermann was thus lamenting, and the prince with kindly sympathy wasoccupiedabouthim,Munnichhadreturnedthedrawingtohispocket,and wasspeakinginalowtonetotheduchessofsomeyetnecessarypreparationsfor thenight.CountOstermann,notwithstandinghislamentationsandhispretended pains,hadyetasharpearforeverywordtheyspoke.Heverydistinctlyheardthe duchesssay:“Well,Iamsatisfied!Ishallexpectyouatabouttwoo’clockinthe morning,andiftheaffairissuccessful,you,CountMunnich,maybesureofmy mostferventgratitude;youwillthenhaveliberatedRussia,theyoungemperor, andmyself,fromacruelanddespotictyrant,andIshallbeeternallybeholdento you.” CountMunnich’sbrowbeamedwithinwardsatisfaction.“Ishall,then,attain myends,”thoughthe.Aloudhesaid:“Yourhighness,Ihavebutonewishand one request; if you are willing to fulfil this, then will there be nothing left on earthformetodesire.” “Then name your request at once, that I may grant it in advance!” said the princess,withasmile. “The man is getting on rapidly, and will even now get the appointment of generalissimo,”thoughtOstermann.“Thatmustneverbe;Imustpreventit!” AndjustasMunnichwasopeninghismouthtopreferhisrequest,Ostermann suddenlyutteredsoloudandpiteousacryofanguishthatthecompassionateand
alarmedprincesshastenedtoofferhimhersympathyandaid. At this moment the clock upon the wall struck four. That was the hour for whichMunnichwasinvitedtodinewiththeregent.Itwouldnotdotofailofhis engagement to-day—he must be punctual, to avoid exciting suspicion. He, therefore, had no longer the time to lay his request before the princess; consequently Count Ostermann had accomplished his object, and secretly triumphing,heloudlygroanedandcomplainedofhissufferings. CountMunnichtookhisleave. “I go now,” he smilingly said, “to take my last dinner with the Duke of Courland.Ishallreturn thisnight attheappointed hour.Weshallthenconvert thedukeintoaSiberianconvict,which,atallevents,willbeaveryinteresting operation.” Thushedeparted,withahorriblelaughuponhislips,tokeephisappointment withtheregent. Count Ostermann had again attained his end—he remained alone with the princelypair.HadMunnichbeenthefirstwhocame,Ostermannwasthelastto go. “Ah,” said he, rising with apparent difficulty, “I will now bear my old, diseased body to my dwelling, to repose and perhaps to die upon my bed of pain.” “Nottodie,Ihope,”saidAnna. “Youmustlive,thatyoumayseeusinourgreatness,”saidtheprince. Ostermann feebly shook his head. “I see, I see it all,” said he. “You will liberateyourselffromonetyrant,yourhighness,tobecomethepreyofanother. Theeyesofthedyingseeclear,andItellyou,duchess,youwerealreadyonthe point of giving away the power you have attained. Know you what Munnich’s demandwillbe?” “Well?” “He will demand what Biron refused him, and for which refusal Munnich became his enemy. He will ask you to appoint him generalissimo of all your forcesbylandandsea.” “Then will he demand what naturally belongs to me,” said the prince, excitedly,“andweshallofcourserefuseit.” “Yes,wemustrefuseit,”repeatedtheprincess. “Andinthatyouwilldowell,”saidCountOstermann.“Imayventuretosay so,asIhavenolongertheleastambition—deathwillsoonrelievemefromall