where he had fallen, which was long to remain imbrued with his
blood.

Thus miserably perished the glittering Koenigsmark, a martyr to
his own irrepressible romanticism.

As for Sophia, better might it have been for her had she shared
his fate that night. She was placed under arrest next morning,
and Prince George was summoned back from Berlin at once.

The evidence may have satisfied him that his honour had not
suffered, for he was disposed to let the matter drop, content
that they should remain in the forbidding relations which had
existed between them before this happening. But Sophia was
uncompromising in her demand for strict justice.

"If I am guilty, I am unworthy of you," she told him. "If
innocent, you are unworthy of me."

There was no more to be said. A consistory court was assembled to
divorce them. But since with the best intentions there was no
faintest evidence of her adultery, this court had to be content
to pronounce the divorce upon the ground of her desertion.

She protested against the iniquity of this. But she protested in
vain. She was carried off into the grim captivity of a castle on
the Ahlen, to drag out in that melancholy duress another thirty-
two years of life.

Her death took place in November of 1726. And the story runs that