Interlude I – The Rooster’s First Cry
Imperial Count Philipp von Silberthal stared incredulously at the letter on his desk.
“That is ridiculous,” he muttered. “What in Christ’s name is Prince Ludwig thinking?”
“He probably has his reasons, given that girl’s temperament,” his wife replied, exasperated.
“This is not the time for jokes, Antonia,” he sighed. “Her history with the Prince does not warrant such treatment. This is an insult to House Silberthal.”
“...I shall write to the Duchess, to express our displeasure.”
“You shall not,” he ordered. “Georg?”
The door opened, revealing the old chamberlain’s bowed form. “Yes, Mylord?”
“Princess Dorothea’s private teacher. Johann Gottlieb Seidel. He was the one interested in a professorship at the university of Weissenberg, right?”
“Yes, Mylord.”