As soon as it became clear that Gerta's life was in danger, Jurgen, the Prince's brother convinced the servants that they needed to move her to safety. There wasn't any time to pack or prepare for travel, so they simply grabbed whatever clothes they could find, shoved them into a few bags, and hurried down to her house.
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Gerta although sleeping heard footsteps and the sound of voices.
"Sister in-law, I'm sorry to be interrupting your sleep," said Jurgen's voice. "But we need to talk."
Jurgen came into the room, followed by another man: the King's butler who looked like he hadn't been sleeping either. He carried a candle in one hand and a lantern in the other.
"We've got trouble," said Jurgen without preamble. "You're going to have to leave town immediately."
"What happened?" asked Gerta. She sat up slowly as if she'd just woken from a dream. Her eyes were wide with fear.
"There's a group of people searching for you," said the butler. "They say they want you gone."
Gerta blinked, then suddenly threw herself at Jurgen and hugged him hard around the neck. "Why? Why would anyone be looking for me?" she cried.
"Because," said Jurgen, "they think you have a hand in the death of my brother, your husband."
The world seemed to slow down around them, like a clockwork toy that has lost its balance. It took a moment for everything to come back into focus. When it did, Jurgen saw that Gerta's face was pale and her eyes were red from crying. Her hands clutched at his shirt.
"No!" she cried. "It wasn't me! I didn't do anything wrong. Please believe me!"
He put his arms around her to comfort her.
"Listen," he said, "it doesn't matter now. We have to go right away."
"Where are we supposed to go?" she asked.
"Anywhere. Just get out of here."
She started sobbing again, burying her head against him. "I don't know where to go," she whispered. "All my family is here in this kingdom. Where else can I go?"
The butler cleared his throat loudly. "Oh, very well," he said, sounding annoyed. He turned to Jurgen. "If you'll kindly follow me, my prince."
Jurgen nodded and led the way down the corridor. They loaded Gerta's things onto two horses and rode off as fast as they could. Jurgen knew that the men that wanted to harm Gerta would be following closely behind. He hoped they wouldn't catch up to them before they reached safety.
As they ride through the woods, Gerta reflected on the event surrounding the departure of her husband. He was the heir to the throne and he was a good soul. It had all happened so quickly, she couldn't quite understand what had transpired. She wished that she could remember more clearly. But there was no time left for thinking. They had to flee, as quickly as possible.
At last, Jurgen came upon a familiar place, the village of Sollanden. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of a large house. This wasn't his own home, but it would serve as a haven until they figured out what to do next.
The butler helped Gerta dismount. Then the two of them went inside. Jurgen instructed the servants to stay behind. He wanted to speak with Gerta alone.
The hallway was dark and quiet. Jurgen lit a lamp to provide some illumination. He left the door open.
He held Gerta close, trying to comfort her. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in her ear. "we didn't mean for this to happen. We are supposed to be protecting you."
"It's all right," she said shakily.
"I'm glad you're here with me. I know we'll be able to figure something out."
"Don't worry," he said. "Everything will be fine. You're safe now."
"How can you be sure?" she asked.
"What if those men catch up to us?"
"I won't let that happen," he said. "Trust me."
After a while, they both grew tired and fell asleep.
When they awoke, the sun had already set. The servants had prepared a meal for them, and they ate it in silence. Jurgen told the servants not to disturb them unless there was an emergency.
They sat together and plan on how to prove Greta's innocence and bring the ones responsible for the passing on of her husband and Prince Jurgen's brother to book.
All she had to do was remember what happened and present it before the King and everything would be fine.