like the worst of miscreants, malefactors, and traitors.

I wrote to the King, and sent him a true state of my case; sent
indubitable proofs of my innocence, and supplicated justice, but
received no answer.

In this the monarch may be justified, at least in my apprehension.
A wicked man had maliciously and falsely accused me; Colonel
Jaschinsky had made him suspect me for a traitor, and it was
impossible he should read my heart. The first act of injustice had
been hastily committed; I had been condemned unheard, unjudged; and
the injustice that had been done me was known too late; Frederic the
Great found he was not infallible. Pardon I would not ask, for I
had committed no offence; and the King would not probably own, by a
reverse of conduct, he had been guilty of injustice. My resolution
increased his obstinacy: but, in the discussion of the cause, our
power was very unequal.

The monarch once really loved me; he meant my punishment should only
be temporary, and as a trial of my fidelity. That I had been
condemned to no more than a year's imprisonment had never been told
me, and was a fact I did not learn till long after.

Major Doo, who, as I have said, was the creature of Fouquet, a mean
and covetous man, knowing I had money, had always acted the part of
a protector as he pretended to me, and continually told me I was
condemned for life. He perpetually turned the conversation on the
great credit of his general with the King, and his own great credit
with the general. For the present of a horse, on which I rode to
Glatz, he gave me freedom of walking about the fortress; and for