Knowing that Wallenstein was devoted to luxury and magnificence,
always taking with him, except when making the most rapid marches,
a long train of baggage and furniture, Malcolm thought it possible
that he might obtain some employment in his apartments. He accordingly
went boldly to the castle where the duke had established himself,
and, asking for his steward, stated that he was a clockmaker from
the workshop of the celebrated horologist, Master Jans Boerhoff,
and could repair any clocks or watches that might be out of order.
"Then you are the very man we need," the steward said. "My master,
the duke, is curious in such matters, and ever carries with him
some half dozen clocks with his other furniture; and, use what care
I will in packing them, the shaking of the wagons is constantly
putting them out of repair. It was but this morning the duke told
me to bring a craftsman, if one capable of the work could be found
in the town, and to get the clocks put in order, for it displeases
him if they do not all keep the time to the same minute. Follow
me."
He led the way into the private apartments of the duke. These were
magnificently furnished, the walls being covered with rich velvet
hangings. Thick carpets brought from the East covered the floors.
Indeed, in point of luxury and magnificence, Wallenstein kept up
a state far surpassing that of his Imperial master.
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