第一章CHAPTER III IN WHICH THE PRINCE COMFORTS AGE AND BEAUTY AND DELIVERS A LECTURE ON DISCRETION
IN LOVE THE Prince was early abroad： in the time of the first chorus of birds， of the pure and quiet air， of the slanting sunlight and the mile-long shadows.
To one who had passed a miserable night， the freshness of that hour was tonic and reviving； to steal a march upon his slumbering fellows， to be the Adam of the coming day， composed and fortified his spirits； and the Prince， breathing deep and pausing as he went， walked in the wet fields beside his shadow， and was glad.
A trellised path led down into the valley of the brook， and he turned to follow it. The stream was a break-neck， boiling Highland river.
Hard by the farm， it leaped a little precipice in a thick grey-mare's tail of twisted filaments， and then lay and worked and bubbled in a lynn. Into the middle of this quaking pool a rock protruded， shelving to a cape； and thither Otto scrambled and sat down to ponder.
Soon the sun struck through the screen of branches and thin early leaves that made a hanging bower above the fall； and the golden lights and flitting shadows fell upon and marbled the surface of that so seething pot； and rays plunged deep among the turning waters； and a spark， as bright as a diamond， lit upon the swaying eddy. It began to grow warm where Otto lingered， warm and heady； the lights swam， weaving their maze across the shaken pool； on the impending rock， reflections danced like butterflies； and the air was fanned by the waterfall as by a swinging curtain.
Otto， who was weary with tossing and beset with horrid phantoms of remorse and jealousy， instantly fell dead in love with that sun- chequered， echoing corner. Holding his feet， he stared out of a drowsy trance， wondering， admiring， musing， losing his way among uncertain thoughts. There is nothing that so apes the external bearing of free will as that unconscious bustle， obscurely following liquid laws， with which a river contends among obstructions.
It seems the very play of man and destiny， and as Otto pored on these recurrent changes， he grew， by equal steps， the sleepier and the more profound. Eddy and Prince were alike jostled in their purpose， alike anchored by intangible influences in one corner of the world. Eddy and Prince were alike useless， starkly useless， in the cosmology of men. Eddy and Prince -- Prince and Eddy.
It is probable he had been some while asleep when a voice recalled him from oblivion. `Sir，' it was saying； and looking round， he saw Mr. Killian's daughter， terrified by her boldness and ****** bashful signals from the shore. She was a plain， honest lass， healthy and happy and good， and with that sort of beauty that comes of happiness and health. But her confusion lent her for the moment an additional charm.
`Good-morning，' said Otto， rising and moving towards her. `I arose early and was in a dream.'
`O， sir！' she cried， `I wish to beg of you to spare my father； for I assure your Highness， if he had known who you was， he would have bitten his tongue out sooner. And Fritz， too -- how he went on！ But I had a notion； and this morning I went straight down into the stable， and there was your Highness's crown upon the stirrup-irons！ But， O， sir， I made certain you would spare them； for they were as innocent as lambs.'
`My dear，' said Otto， both amused and gratified， `you do not understand.
It is I who am in the wrong； for I had no business to conceal my name and lead on these gentleman to speak of me. And it is I who have to beg of you that you will keep my secret and not betray the discourtesy of which I was guilty. As for any fear of me， your friends are safe in Gerolstein； and even in my own territory， you must be well aware I have no power.'
` O， sir，' she said， curtsying， `I would not say that： the huntsmen would all die for you.'
`Happy Prince！' said Otto. `But although you are too courteous to avow the knowledge， you have had many opportunities of learning that I am a vain show. Only last night we heard it very clearly stated. You see the shadow flitting on this hard rock？ Prince Otto， I am afraid， is but the moving shadow， and the name of the rock is Gondremark. Ah！ if your friends had fallen foul of Gondremark！ But happily the younger of the two admires him. And as for the old gentleman your father， he is a wise man and an excellent talker， and I would take a long wager he is honest.'
`O， for honest， your Highness， that he is！' exclaimed the girl.
`And Fritz is as honest as he. And as for all they said， it was just talk and nonsense. When countryfolk get gossiping， they go on， I do assure you， for the fun； they don't as much as think of what they say. If you went to the next farm， it's my belief you would hear as much against my father.'
`Nay， nay，' said Otto， `there you go too fast. For all that was said against Prince Otto -- `
`O， it was shameful！' cried the girl.
`Not shameful -- true，' returned Otto. `O， yes -- true. I am all they said of me -- all that and worse.'
`I never！' cried `Ottilia. `Is that how you do？ Well， you would never be a soldier. Now if any one accuses me， I get up and give it them.
O， I defend myself. I wouldn't take a fault at another person's hands， no， not if I had it on my forehead. And that's what you must do， if you mean to live it out. But， indeed， I never heard such nonsense. I should think you was ashamed of yourself！ You're bald， then， I suppose？'
`O no，' said Otto， fairly laughing. `There I acquit myself： not bald！'
`Well， and good？' pursued the girl. `Come now， you know you are good， and I'll make you say so.... Your Highness， I beg your humble pardon.
But there's no disrespect intended. And anyhow， you know you are.'
`Why， now， what am I to say？' replied Otto. `You are a cook， and excellently well you do it； I embrace the chance of thanking you for the ragout. Well now， have you not seen good food so bedevilled by unskilful cookery that no one could be brought to eat the pudding？ That is me， my dear. I am full of good ingredients， but the dish is worthless. I am-- I give it you in one word -- sugar in the salad.'