His mind
was in too great a tumult.
"May I stay with Hirschvogel?--may I stay?" he said with feverish
agitation.
"Wait a little," said the king, and asked, abruptly, "What do you wish
to be when you are a man?"
"A painter. I wish to be what Hirschvogel was--I mean the master that
made _my_ Hirschvogel."
"I understand," said the king.
Then the two dealers were brought into their sovereign's presence.
They were so terribly alarmed, not being either so innocent or so
ignorant as August was that they were trembling as though they were
being led to the slaughter, and they were so utterly astonished too at
a child having come all the way from Tyrol in the stove, as a
gentleman of the court had just told them this child had done, that
they could not tell what to say or where to look, and presented a very
foolish aspect indeed.
"Did you buy this Nuernberg stove of this little boy's father for two
hundred florins?" the king asked them; and his voice was no longer
soft and kind as it had been when addressing the child, but very
stern.
"Yes, your majesty," murmured the trembling traders.
"And how much did the gentleman who purchased it for me give to you?"
"Two thousand ducats, your majesty," muttered the dealers, frightened
out of their wits, and telling the truth in their fright.
The gentleman was not present: he was a trusted counselor in art
matters of the king's, and often made purchases for him.
The king smiled a little, and said nothing.
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