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320 FREDENSBORG. Chap. XXL
the story. Adrienne, Countess of Bevern—Bevern ?
who was she ? you will ask : why, Juliana was of
Brunswick, of which family there existed a junior branch,
Brunswic- (I spare you the intervening appellations)
Bevern — Frederic the Great married the eldest of
the Beverns. Adrienne was young, beautiful, and a
coquette, lady-in-waiting to Queen Juliana, and
betrothed to Kammerjunker Fechner, one of the dowager’s
gentlemen-in-waiting. All went on smoothly until there
arrived at Fredensborg a lady with her son, Harald
Lynemark by name. He was twenty years of age,
handsome and accomplished. Before long he was a
constant guest at the palace, where he was no favourite
among men, though much petted by the women, and
became a serious cause of heartburnings to the
betrothed kammerjunker as his rival with the fair
Adrienne. His passion was returned, though the fickle
fair one dared not yield to his entreaties to break
off with her affianced bridegroom. One morning a
rumour was spread that the countess had disappeared
since the preceding night, and her corpse was later
discovered at the bottom of the black staircase. A
wound in her left temple corresponded with a stone
lying at the foot of the steps below. How she had got
there nobody could tell. Fechner mourned deeply her
loss, and, after her interment, left Denmark. There
was no suspicion of foul play; the whole matter was a
nine days’ wonder, and soon forgotten.
One day, as Lynemark was walking with a friend in
the Fredensborg garden, he encountered his tailor, who
peremptorily demanded payment of his bill. This the
youth refused; the tailor, furious, took from his pocket
a piece of stuff, and declared his intention of going
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