A Succession of Questions (Part 5 of 15)
It had been a long day by early afternoon. KronPrinz Waldemar had followed his Father’s casket procession from the Kaiser’s palace to the cathedral, and then on to the mausoleum where Kaiser Wilhelm II’s body would reside forever.
Rensselaer and Longanecker were waiting when an exhausted Waldemar loped to the end of the procession on his horse. Major Korenyi-Both peered down on them from his vantage point on top of the nearest building, watching protectively over his best friend with a long-barreled rifle.
Waldemar had remained upright in his saddle all day, in his silver cuirass and its heavy helmet with its exquisite royal plumage. He was physically spent.
“Thank heaven,” Rensselaer said. “Very well done, Your Majesty.” There was almost no awkwardness, now, when Rensselaer called him by his presumed title. “Your bearing was very imperial, through and through.”
Longanecker helped him down from his saddle.
Waldemar seemed detached, and lost in his thoughts. Aloof. Rensselaer wasn’t sure what to say. He was a political advisor, not a personal counselor. He stood nearby, ready if his KronPrinz – his soon-to-be sovereign – needed him. Finally, Waldemar seemed to take a deep breath, and turned to approach Rensselaer.
“Renss,” he began. “I had a lot of time to think, up there, while riding today.”
“I can imagine, Your Majesty.”
“I felt like a different person,” Waldemar said. “I felt like these peoples’ Kaiser.” He gestured out at the crowds, behind the screen of soldiers, some of whom raised their hands or voices when he seemed to acknowledge them. He rounded, slowly, gently, on Rensselaer, and looked him in the eye closely. “I am not a little boy.”
Rensselaer’s eyes went wide, and he recoiled, slightly. “Why of course not…”
Wally cut him off with a wave of his hand. “Renss, I value your counsel because you have a sense for what’s appropriate, and you have the resolve to see it through.”
Rensselaer received the praise graciously, and did not turn it away. He prided himself in that service. He bowed, ever so slightly, but waited apprehensively for what would come next.
The KronPrinz looked down for a moment, then back. “My Father told me that. He said that he had made a mistake, and he was sorry for having not appreciated your counsel when you were his Foreign Minister.”
The elderly man’s mouth worked. What to say? “I… I did not realize. I think he tried to tell me, once, but…”
“I need you to serve me like you served my Father. I need you to point me the way, and tell me when I’m wrong.” He paused. “But you are treating me like a KronPrinz, and not like a Kaiser. If I am to be Kaiser, I must play the part, like I did today. I,” Wally peered off into the distance. “I am a Hohenzollern – a member of a proud family that has never shirked its duty. My Father knew his duty, and my brother…” His recent relatives had died doing their duty. “I know the battlefield, and I know the dangers. And I know I must go forward.”
Rensselaer bowed, accepting the gentle rebuke. “Your Majesty… I believe you are correct. And I am sorry.”
“I know you want me to go back to the tunnel until the danger is past. But I don’t dare. I have to be out there for the people to see. So they know they have a Kaiser who they can be proud of.”
Smiling, Rensselaer said, “They will have a Kaiser they can be proud of. In you. But only if he survives long enough to take the throne.”
“Albrecht hasn’t been hiding. Or Kalkhorst. Or even Grolitz.”
“Your Majesty, they have the luxury of knowing that we don’t play the way they do. That we won’t have them assassinated.”
“Do they know that? For certain?” Waldemar glanced up at Korenyi, on the rooftop, but quickly looked ashamed and looked away. “I can’t hide anymore, Renss. I have to be at the reins of power if I intend to keep them.”
“I believe you are correct.” Rensselaer said again, trying to decide how to recommend Waldemar could do that, with relative safety. “If you will take the tunnel, once more, we can place you inside your residence, where they cannot practically reach you. You will become a prisoner, of sorts, but not to appearances. Then again, if you need to leave, we always have the tunnel.” Waldemar seemed to appreciate the advice. “Your Father was an exception, but your Grandfather never really left his residence a great deal. There is nothing which says the Kaiser must be moving about to be Kaiser. It might work quite well to have you in place at the KronPrinz’ palace.”
“Then let’s do it,” The KronPrinz ordered, and began to turn away.
“Your Majesty…” Rensselaer took a deep breath of his own. Wally stopped and regarded him. “I pledge my eternal service to you. I… I believe I may have failed your Father.”
“My Father turned you against him, Renss.”
Rensselaer pursed his lips. “No. Afterward, I mean. He tried to ask me to come back, and I would not. I could have displaced Holstein and Bülow. But I was too proud. I suppose, perhaps, I have some responsibility for the situation you find yourself in now – for their holding onto the power they are using to challenge you.”
Waldemar smiled, warmly, but did not contradict Rensselaer’s admissions. “Then you can help me undo what was done. I need you.” He placed his hand on Rensselaer’s shoulder, the way his Father had, once. “And I am a very fortunate man to have you at my side.”