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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Strong Arm + +Author: Robert Barr + + +Release Date: August, 2005 [EBook #8716] +This file was first posted on August 3, 2003 +Last Updated: October 31, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STRONG ARM *** + + + + +Text file produced by Lee Dawei, David Moynihan, Michelle Shephard, +Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE STRONG ARM + </h1> + <h2> + By Robert Barr + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. — THE BEAUTIFUL JAILER OF + GUDENFELS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. — THE REVENGE OF THE OUTLAW + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. — A CITY OF FEAR </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. — THE PERIL OF THE EMPEROR </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. — THE NEEDLE DAGGER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. — THE HOLY FEHM </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> THE COUNT’S APOLOGY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> CONVERTED </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> AN INVITATION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> THE ARCHBISHOP’S GIFT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> COUNT KONRAD’S COURTSHIP </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> THE LONG LADDER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> “GENTLEMEN: THE KING!” </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> THE HOUR-GLASS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> THE WARRIOR MAID OF SAN CARLOS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> THE AMBASSADOR’S PIGEONS </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. — THE BEAUTIFUL JAILER OF GUDENFELS + </h2> + <p> + The aged Emir Soldan sat in his tent and smiled; the crafty Oriental smile + of an experienced man, deeply grounded in the wisdom of this world. He + knew that there was incipient rebellion in his camp; that the young + commanders under him thought their leader was becoming too old for the + fray; caution overmastering courage. Here were these dogs of unbelievers + setting their unhallowed feet on the sacred soil of Syria, and the Emir, + instead of dashing against them, counselled coolness and prudence. + Therefore impatience disintegrated the camp and resentment threatened + discipline. When at last the murmurs could be no longer ignored the Emir + gathered his impetuous young men together in his tent, and thus addressed + them. + </p> + <p> + “It may well be that I am growing too old for the active field; it may be + that, having met before this German boar who leads his herd of swine, I am + fearful of risking my remnant of life against him, but I have ever been an + indulgent general, and am now loath to let my inaction stand against your + chance of distinction. Go you therefore forth against him, and the man who + brings me this boar’s head shall not lack his reward.” + </p> + <p> + The young men loudly cheered this decision and brandished their weapons + aloft, while the old man smiled upon them and added: + </p> + <p> + “When you are bringing confusion to the camp of the unbelievers, I shall + remain in my tent and meditate on the sayings of the Prophet, praying him + to keep you a good spear’s length from the German’s broad sword, which he + is the habit of wielding with his two hands.” + </p> + <p> + The young Saracens went forth with much shouting, a gay prancing of the + horses underneath them and a marvellous flourishing of spears above them, + but they learned more wisdom in their half hour’s communion with the + German than the Emir, in a long life of counselling, had been able to + bestow upon them. The two-handed sword they now met for the first time, + and the acquaintance brought little joy to them. Count Herbert, the leader + of the invaders, did no shouting, but reserved his breath for other + purposes. He spurred his horse among them, and his foes went down around + him as a thicket melts away before the well-swung axe of a stalwart + woodman. The Saracens had little fear of death, but mutilation was another + thing, for they knew that they would spend eternity in Paradise, shaped as + they had left this earth, and while a spear’s thrust or a wound from an + arrow, or even the gash left by a short sword may be concealed by + celestial robes, how is a man to comport himself in the Land of the Blest + who is compelled to carry his head under his arm, or who is split from + crown to midriff by an outlandish weapon that falls irresistible as the + wrath of Allah! Again and again they threw themselves with disastrous + bravery against the invading horde, and after each encounter they came + back with lessened ranks and a more chastened spirit than when they had + set forth. When at last, another counsel of war was held, the young men + kept silence and waited for the smiling Emir to speak. + </p> + <p> + “If you are satisfied that there are other things to think of in war than + the giving and taking of blows I am prepared to meet this German, not on + his own terms but on my own. Perhaps, however, you wish to try conclusions + with him again?” + </p> + <p> + The deep silence which followed this inquiry seemed to indicate that no + such desire animated the Emir’s listeners, and the old man smiled benignly + upon his audience and went on. + </p> + <p> + “There must be no more disputing of my authority, either expressed or by + implication. I am now prepared to go forth against him taking with me + forty lancers.” + </p> + <p> + Instantly there was a protest against this; the number was inadequate, + they said. + </p> + <p> + “In his fortieth year our Prophet came to a momentous decision,” continued + the Emir, unheeding the interruption, “and I take a spear with me for + every year of the Prophet’s life, trusting that Allah will add to our + number, at the prophet’s intervention, should such an augmentation prove + necessary. Get together then the forty <i>oldest</i> men under my command. + Let them cumber themselves with nothing in the way of offence except one + tall spear each, and see that every man is provided with water and dates + for twenty days’ sustenance of horse and man in the desert.” + </p> + <p> + The Emir smiled as he placed special emphasis on the word “oldest,” and + the young men departed abashed to obey his orders. + </p> + <p> + Next morning Count Herbert von Schonburg saw near his camp by the + water-holes a small group of horsemen standing motionless in the desert, + their lances erect, butt downward, resting on the sand, the little company + looking like an oasis of leafless poplars. The Count was instantly astride + his Arab charger, at the head of his men, ready to meet whatever came, but + on this occasion the enemy made no effort to bring on a battle, but + remained silent and stationary, differing greatly from the hordes that had + preceded it. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” cried the impatient Count, “if Mahomet will not come to the + mountain, the mountain for once will oblige him.” + </p> + <p> + He gave the word to charge, and put spurs to his horse, causing instant + animation in the band of Saracens, who fled before him as rapidly as the + Germans advanced. It is needless to dwell on the project of the Emir, who + simply followed the example of the desert mirages he had so often + witnessed in wonder. Never did the Germans come within touch of their + foes, always visible, but not to be overtaken. When at last Count Herbert + was convinced that his horses were no match for the fleet steeds of his + opponents he discovered that he and his band were hopelessly lost in the + arid and pathless desert, the spears of the seemingly phantom host ever + quivering before him in the tremulous heated air against the cloudless + horizon. Now all his energies were bent toward finding the way that led to + the camp by the water-holes, but sense of locality seemed to have left + him, and the ghostly company which hung so persistently on his flanks gave + no indication of direction, but merely followed as before they had fled. + One by one the Count’s soldiers succumbed, and when at last the forty + spears hedged him round the Emir approached a prisoner incapable of + action. The useless sword which hung from his saddle was taken, and water + was given to the exhausted man and his dying horse. + </p> + <p> + When the Emir Soldan and his forty followers rode into camp with their + prisoner there was a jubilant outcry, and the demand was made that the + foreign dog be instantly decapitated, but the Emir smiled and, holding up + his hand, said soothingly: + </p> + <p> + “Softly, softly, true followers of the only Prophet. Those who neglected + to remove his head while his good sword guarded it, shall not now possess + themselves of it, when that sword is in my hands.” + </p> + <p> + And against this there could be no protest, for the prisoner belonged to + the Emir alone, and was to be dealt with as the captor ordained. + </p> + <p> + When the Count had recovered speech, and was able to hold himself as a man + should, the Emir summoned him, and they had a conference together in + Soldan’s tent. + </p> + <p> + “Western barbarian,” said the Emir, speaking in that common tongue made up + of languages Asiatic and European, a strange mixture by means of which + invaders and invaded communicated with each other, “who are you and from + what benighted land do you come?” + </p> + <p> + “I am Count Herbert von Schonburg. My castle overlooks the Rhine in + Germany.” + </p> + <p> + “What is the Rhine? A province of which you are the ruler?” + </p> + <p> + “No, your Highness, it is a river; a lordly stream that never diminishes, + but flows unceasingly between green vine-clad hills; would that I had some + of the vintage therefore to cheer me in my captivity and remove the taste + of this brackish water!” + </p> + <p> + “In the name of the Prophet, then, why did you leave it?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, your Highness, I have often asked myself that question of late + and found but insufficient answer.” + </p> + <p> + “If I give you back your sword, which not I, but the demon Thirst captured + from you, will you pledge me your word that you will draw it no more + against those of my faith, but will return to your own land, safe escort + being afforded you to the great sea where you can take ship?” + </p> + <p> + “As I have fought for ten years, and have come no nearer Jerusalem than + where I now stand, I am content to give you my word in exchange for my + sword, and the escort you promise.” + </p> + <p> + And thus it came about that Count Herbert von Schonburg, although still a + young man, relinquished all thought of conquering the Holy Land, and found + himself one evening, after a long march, gazing on the placid bosom of the + broad Rhine, which he had not seen since he bade good-bye to it, a boy of + twenty-one, then as warlike and ambitious, as now, he was peace loving and + tired of strife. The very air of the Rhine valley breathed rest and quiet, + and Herbert, with a deep sigh, welcomed the thought of a life passed in + comforting uneventfulness. + </p> + <p> + “Conrad,” he said to his one follower, “I will encamp here for the night. + Ride on down the Rhine, I beg of you, and cross the river where you may, + that you may announce my coming some time before I arrive. My father is an + old man, and I am the last of the race, so I do not wish to come + unexpectedly on him; therefore break to him with caution the fact that I + am in the neighbourhood, for hearing nothing from me all these years it is + like to happen he believes me dead.” + </p> + <p> + Conrad rode down the path by the river and disappeared while his master, + after seeing to the welfare of his horse, threw himself down in a thicket + and slept the untroubled sleep of the seasoned soldier. It was daylight + when he was awakened by the tramp of horses. Starting to his feet, he was + confronted by a grizzled warrior with half a dozen men at his back, and at + first the Count thought himself again a prisoner, but the friendliness of + the officer soon set all doubts at rest. + </p> + <p> + “Are you Count Herbert von Schonburg?” asked the intruder. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Who are you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am Richart, custodian of Castle Gudenfels, and commander of the small + forces possessed by her Ladyship, Countess von Falkenstein. I have to + acquaint you with the fact that your servant and messenger has been + captured. Your castle of Schonburg is besieged, and Conrad, unaware, rode + straight into custody. This coming to the ears of my lady the Countess, + she directed me to intercept you if possible, so that you might not share + the fate of your servant, and offer to you the hospitality of Gudenfels + Castle until such time as you had determined what to do in relation to the + siege of your own.” + </p> + <p> + “I give my warmest thanks to the Countess for her thoughtfulness. Is her + husband the Count then dead?” + </p> + <p> + “It is the young Countess von Falkenstein whose orders I carry. Her father + and mother are both dead, and her Ladyship, their only child, now holds + Gudenfels.” + </p> + <p> + “What, that little girl? She was but a child when I left the Rhine.” + </p> + <p> + “Her Ladyship is a woman of nineteen now.” + </p> + <p> + “And how long has my father been besieged?” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! it grieves me to state that your father, Count von Schonburg, has + also passed away. He has been dead these two years.” + </p> + <p> + The young man bowed his head and crossed himself. For a long time he rode + in silence, meditating upon this unwelcome intelligence, grieved to think + that such a desolate home-coming awaited him. + </p> + <p> + “Who, then, holds my castle against the besiegers?” + </p> + <p> + “The custodian Heinrich has stubbornly stood siege since the Count, your + father, died, saying he carries out the orders of his lord until the + return of the son.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! if Heinrich is in command then is the castle safe,” cried the young + man, with enthusiasm. “He is a born warrior and first taught me the use of + the broad-sword. Who besieges us? The Archbishop of Mayence? He was ever a + turbulent prelate and held spite against our house.” + </p> + <p> + Richart shifted uneasily in his saddle, and for the moment did not answer. + Then he said, with hesitation: + </p> + <p> + “I think the Archbishop regards the siege with favour, but I know little + of the matter. My Lady, the Countess, will possess you with full + information.” + </p> + <p> + Count Herbert looked with astonishment upon the custodian of Castle + Gudenfels. Here was a contest going on at his very doors, even if on the + opposite side of the river, and yet a veteran knew nothing of the contest. + But they were now at the frowning gates of Castle Gudenfels, with its + lofty square pinnacled tower, and the curiosity of the young Count was + dimmed by the admiration he felt for this great stronghold as he gazed + upward at it. An instant later he with his escort passed through the + gateway and stood in the courtyard of the castle. When he had dismounted + the Count said to Richart: + </p> + <p> + “I have travelled far, and am not in fit state to be presented to a lady. + Indeed, now that I am here, I dread the meeting. I have seen nothing of + women for ten years, and knew little of them before I left the Rhine. Take + me, I beg of you, to a room where I may make some preparation other than + the camp has heretofore afforded, and bring me, if you can, a few garments + with which to replenish this faded, torn and dusty apparel.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, you will find everything you wish in the rooms allotted to you. + Surmising your needs, I gave orders to that effect before I left the + castle.” + </p> + <p> + “That was thoughtful of you, Richart, and I shall not forget it.” + </p> + <p> + The Custodian without replying led his guest up one stair and then + another. The two traversed a long passage until they came to an open door. + Richart standing aside, bowed low, and entreated his lordship to enter. + Count Herbert passed into a large room from which a doorway led into a + smaller apartment which the young man saw was fitted as a bedroom. The + rooms hung high over the Rhine, but the view of the river was impeded by + the numerous heavy iron bars which formed a formidable lattice-work before + the windows. The Count was about to thank his conductor for providing so + sumptuously for him, but, turning, he was amazed to see Richart outside + with breathless eagerness draw shut the strong door that led to the + passage from which he had entered, and a moment later, Herbert heard the + ominous sound of stout bolts being shot into their sockets. He stood for a + moment gazing blankly now at the bolted door, now at the barred window, + and then slowly there came to him the knowledge which would have + enlightened a more suspicious man long before—that he was a prisoner + in the grim fortress of Gudenfels. Casting his mind backward over the + events of the morning, he now saw a dozen sinister warnings that had + heretofore escaped him. If a friendly invitation had been intended, what + need of the numerous guard of armed men sent to escort him? Why had + Richart hesitated when certain questions were asked him? Count Herbert + paced up and down the long room, reviewing with clouded brow the events of + the past few hours, beginning with the glorious freedom of the open + hillside in the early dawn and ending with these impregnable stone walls + that now environed him. He was a man slow to anger, but resentment once + aroused, burned in his heart with a steady fervour that was unquenchable. + He stopped at last in his aimless pacing, raised his clinched fist toward + the timbered ceiling, and cursed the Countess von Falkenstein. In his + striding to and fro the silence had been broken by the clank of his sword + on the stone floor, and he now smiled grimly as he realised that they had + not dared to deprive him of his formidable weapon; they had caged the lion + from the distant desert without having had the courage to clip his claws. + The Count drew his broadsword and swung it hissing through the air, + measuring its reach with reference to the walls on either hand, then, + satisfying himself that he had free play, he took up a position before the + door and stood there motionless as the statue of a war-god. “Now, by the + Cross I fought for,” he muttered to himself, “the first man who sets foot + across this threshold enters the chamber of death.” + </p> + <p> + He remained thus, leaning with folded arms on the hilt of his long sword, + whose point rested on the flags of the floor, and at last his patience was + rewarded. He heard the rattle of the bolts outside, and a tense eagerness + thrilled his stalwart frame. The door came cautiously inward for a space + of perhaps two feet and was then brought to a stand by the tightening + links of a stout chain, fastened one end to the door, the other to the + outer wall. Through the space that thus gave a view of the wide outer + passage the Count saw Richart stand with pale face, well back at a safe + distance in the centre of the hall. Two men-at-arms held a position behind + their master. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord,” began Richart in trembling voice, “her Ladyship, the Countess, + desires——” + </p> + <p> + “Open the door, you cringing Judas!” interrupted the stern command of the + count; “open the door and set me as free as your villainy found me. I hold + no parley with a traitor.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, I implore you to listen. No harm is intended you, and my Lady, + the Countess, asks of you a conference touching——” + </p> + <p> + The heavy sword swung in the air and came down upon the chain with a force + that made the stout oaken door shudder. Scattering sparks cast a momentary + glow of red on the whitened cheeks of the startled onlookers. The edge of + the sword clove the upper circumference of an iron link, leaving the + severed ends gleaming like burnished silver, but the chain still held. + Again and again the sword fell, but never twice in the same spot, anger + adding strength to the blows, but subtracting skill. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord! my Lord!” beseeched Richart, “restrain your fury. You cannot + escape from this strong castle even though you sever the chain.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll trust my sword for that,” muttered the prisoner between his set + teeth. + </p> + <p> + There now rang out on the conflict a new voice; the voice of a woman, + clear and commanding, the tones instinct with that inborn quality of + imperious authority which expects and usually obtains instant obedience. + </p> + <p> + “Close the door, Richart,” cried the unseen lady. The servitor made a + motion to obey, but the swoop of the sword seemed to paralyse him where he + stood. He cast a beseeching look at his mistress, which said as plainly as + words: “You are ordering me to my death.” The Count, his weapon high in + mid-air, suddenly swerved it from its course, for there appeared across + the opening a woman’s hand and arm, white and shapely, fleecy lace falling + away in dainty folds from the rounded contour of the arm. The small, firm + hand grasped bravely the almost severed chain and the next instant the + door was drawn shut, the bolts clanking into their places. Count Herbert, + paused, leaning on his sword, gazing bewildered at the closed door. + </p> + <p> + “Ye gods of war!” he cried; “never have I seen before such cool courage as + that!” + </p> + <p> + For a long time the Count walked up and down the spacious room, stopping + now and then at the window to peer through the iron grille at the rapid + current of the river far below, the noble stream as typical of freedom as + were the bars that crossed his vision, of captivity. It seemed that the + authorities of the castle had abandoned all thought of further + communication with their truculent prisoner. Finally he entered the inner + room and flung himself down, booted and spurred as he was, upon the couch, + and, his sword for a bedmate, slept. The day was far spent when he awoke, + and his first sensation was that of gnawing hunger, for he was a healthy + man. His next, that he had heard in his sleep the cautious drawing of + bolts, as if his enemies purposed to project themselves surreptitiously in + upon him, taking him at a disadvantage. He sat upright, his sword ready + for action, and listened intently. The silence was profound, and as the + Count sat breathless, the stillness seemed to be emphasised rather than + disturbed by a long-drawn sigh which sent a thrill of superstitious fear + through the stalwart frame of the young man, for he well knew that the + Rhine was infested with spirits animated by evil intentions toward human + beings, and against such spirits his sword was but as a willow wand. He + remembered with renewed awe that this castle stood only a few leagues + above the Lurlei rocks where a nymph of unearthly beauty lured men to + their destruction, and the knight crossed himself as a protection against + all such. Gathering courage from this devout act, and abandoning his + useless weapon, he tiptoed to the door that led to the larger apartment, + and there found his worst anticipations realised. With her back against + the closed outer door stood a Siren of the Rhine, and, as if to show how + futile is the support of the Evil One in a crisis, her very lips were + pallid with fear and her blue eyes were wide with apprehension, as they + met those of the Count von Schonburg. Her hair, the colour of ripe yellow + wheat, rose from her smooth white forehead and descended in a thick braid + that almost reached to the floor. She was dressed in the humble garb of a + serving maiden, the square bit of lace on her crown of fair hair and the + apron she wore, as spotless as new fallen snow. In her hand she held a + tray which supported a loaf of bread and a huge flagon brimming with wine. + On seeing the Count, her quick breathing stopped for the moment and she + dropped a low courtesy. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord,” she said, but there came a catch in her throat, and she could + speak no further. + </p> + <p> + Seeing that he had to deal with no spirit, but with an inhabitant of the + world he knew and did not fear, there arose a strange exultation in the + heart of the Count as he looked upon this fair representative of his own + country. For ten years he had seen no woman, and now a sudden sense of + what he had lost overwhelmed him, his own breath coming quicker as the + realisation of this impressed itself upon him. He strode rapidly toward + her, and she seemed to shrink into the wall at his approach, wild fear + springing into her eyes, but he merely took the laden tray from her + trembling hands and placed it upon a bench. Then raising the flagon to his + lips, he drank a full half of its contents before withdrawing it. A deep + sigh of satisfaction followed, and he said, somewhat shamefacedly: + </p> + <p> + “Forgive my hurried greed, maiden, but the thirst of the desert seems to + be in my throat, and the good wine reminds me that I am a German.” + </p> + <p> + “It was brought for your use,” replied the girl, demurely, “and I am + gratified that it meets your commendation, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “And so also do you, my girl. What is your name and who are you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am called Beatrix, my Lord, a serving-maid of this castle, the daughter + of the woodman Wilhelm, and, alas! that it should be so, for the present + your jailer.” + </p> + <p> + “If I quarrelled as little with my detention, as I see I am like to do + with my keeper, I fear captivity would hold me long in thrall. Are the men + in the castle such cravens then that they bestow so unwelcome a task upon + a woman?” + </p> + <p> + “The men are no cravens, my Lord, but this castle is at war with yours, + and for each man there is a post. A woman would be less missed if so brave + a warrior as Count von Schonburg thought fit to war upon us.” + </p> + <p> + “But a woman makes war upon me, Beatrix. What am I to do? Surrender + humbly?” + </p> + <p> + “Brave men have done so before now and will again, my Lord, where women + are concerned. At least,” added Beatrix, blushing and casting down her + eyes, “I have been so informed.” + </p> + <p> + “And small blame to them,” cried the count, with enthusiasm. “I swear to + you, my girl, that if women warriors were like the woodman’s daughter, I + would cast away all arms except these with which to enclasp her.” + </p> + <p> + And he stretched out his hands, taking a step nearer, while she shrank in + alarm from him. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, I am but an humble messenger, and I beg of you to listen to what + I am asked to say. My Lady, the Countess, has commissioned me to tell you + that—” + </p> + <p> + A startling malediction of the Countess that accorded ill with the scarlet + cross emblazoned on the young man’s breast, interrupted the girl. + </p> + <p> + “I hold no traffic with the Countess,” he cried. “She has treacherously + laid me by the heels, coming as I did from battling for the Cross that she + doubtless professes to regard as sacred.” + </p> + <p> + “It was because she feared you, my Lord. These years back tales of your + valour in the Holy Land have come to the Rhine, and now you return to find + your house at war with hers. What was she to do? The chances stood even + with only your underling in command; judge then what her fate must be with + your strong sword thrown in the balance against her. All’s fair in war, + said those who counselled her. What would you have done in such an + extremity, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “What would I have done? I would have met my enemy sword in hand and + talked with him or fought with him as best suited his inclination.” + </p> + <p> + “But a lady cannot meet you, sword in hand, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + The Count paused in the walk he had begun when the injustice of his usage + impressed itself once more upon him. He looked admiringly at the girl. + </p> + <p> + “That is most true, Beatrix. I had forgotten. Still, I should not have + been met with cozenry. Here came I from starvation in the wilderness, + thirst in the desert, and from the stress of the battle-field, back to + mine own land with my heart full of yearning love for it and for all + within its boundaries. I came even from prison, captured in fair fight, by + an untaught heathen, whose men lay slain by my hand, yet with the nobility + of a true warrior, he asked neither ransom nor hostage, but handed back my + sword, saying, ‘Go in peace.’ That in a heathen land! but no sooner does + my foot rest on this Christian soil than I am met by false smiles and + lying tongues, and my welcome to a neighbour’s house is the clank of the + inthrust bolt.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it was a shameful act and not to be defended,” cried the girl, with + moist eyes and quivering lip, the sympathetic reverberation of her voice + again arresting the impatient steps of the young man, causing him to pause + and view her with a feeling that he could not understand, and which he + found some difficulty in controlling. Suddenly all desire for restraint + left him, he sprang forward, clasped the girl in his arms and drew her + into the middle of the room, where she could not give the signal that + might open the door. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord! my Lord!” she cried in terror, struggling without avail to free + herself. + </p> + <p> + “You said all’s fair in war and saying so, gave but half the proverb, + which adds, all’s fair in love as well, and maiden, nymph of the woodland, + so rapidly does a man learn that which he has never been taught, I + proclaim with confidence that I love thee.” + </p> + <p> + “A diffident and gentle lover you prove yourself!” she gasped with rising + indignation, holding him from her. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my girl, there was little of diffidence or gentleness in my + warring, and my wooing is like to have a touch of the same quality. It is + useless to struggle for I have thee firm, so take to yourself some of that + gentleness you recommend to me.” + </p> + <p> + He strove to kiss her, but Beatrix held her head far from him, her open + palm pressed against the red cross that glowed upon his breast, keeping + him thus at arm’s length. + </p> + <p> + “Count von Schonburg, what is the treachery of any other compared with + yours? You came heedlessly into this castle, suspecting as you say, no + danger: I came within this room to do you service, knowing my peril, but + trusting to the honour of a true soldier of the Cross, and this is my + reward! First tear from your breast this sacred emblem, valorous assaulter + of a defenceless woman, for it should be worn by none but stainless + gentlemen.” + </p> + <p> + Count Herbert’s arms relaxed, and his hands dropped listless to his sides. + </p> + <p> + “By my sword,” he said, “they taught you invective in the forest. You are + free. Go.” + </p> + <p> + The girl made no motion to profit by her newly acquired liberty, but stood + there, glancing sideways at him who scowled menacingly at her. + </p> + <p> + When at last she spoke, she said, shyly: “I have not yet fulfilled my + mission.” + </p> + <p> + “Fulfil it then in the fiend’s name and begone.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you consent to see my Lady the Countess?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you promise not to make war upon her if you are released?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “If, in spite of your boorishness, she sets you free, what will you do?” + </p> + <p> + “I will rally my followers to my banner, scatter the forces that surround + my castle, then demolish this prison trap.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I in truth to carry such answers to the Countess?” + </p> + <p> + “You are to do as best pleases you, now and forever.” + </p> + <p> + “I am but a simple serving-maid, and know nothing of high questions of + state, yet it seems to me such replies do not oil prison bolts, and + believe me, I grieve to see you thus detained.” + </p> + <p> + “I am grateful for your consideration. Is your embassy completed?” + </p> + <p> + The girl, her eyes on the stone floor, paused long before replying, then + said, giving no warning of a change of subject, and still not raising her + eyes to his: + </p> + <p> + “You took me by surprise; I am not used to being handled roughly; you + forget the distance between your station and mine, you being a noble of + the Empire, and I but a serving-maid; if, in my anger, I spoke in a manner + unbecoming one so humble, I do beseech that your Lordship pardon me.” + </p> + <p> + “Now by the Cross to which you appealed, how long will you stand + chattering there? Think you I am made of adamant, and not of flesh and + blood? My garments are tattered at best, I would in woman’s company they + were finer, and this cross of Genoa red hangs to my tunic, but by a few + frail threads. Beware, therefore, that I tear it not from my breast as you + advised, and cast it from me.” + </p> + <p> + Beatrix lifted one frightened glance to the young man’s face and saw + standing on his brow great drops of sweat. His right hand grasped the + upper portion of the velvet cross, partly detached from his doublet, and + he looked loweringly upon her. Swiftly she smote the door twice with her + hand and instantly the portal opened as far as the chain would allow it. + Count Herbert noticed that in the interval, three other chains had been + added to the one that formerly had baffled his sword. The girl, like a + woodland pigeon, darted underneath the lower chain, and although the + prisoner took a rapid step forward, the door, with greater speed, closed + and was bolted. + </p> + <p> + The Count had requested the girl to be gone, and surely should have been + contented now that she had withdrawn herself, yet so shifty a thing is + human nature, that no sooner were his commands obeyed than he began to + bewail their fulfilment. He accused himself of being a double fool, first, + for not holding her when he had her; and secondly, having allowed her to + depart, he bemoaned the fact that he had acted rudely to her, and thus had + probably made her return impossible. His prison seemed inexpressibly + dreary lacking her presence. Once or twice he called out her name, but the + echoing empty walls alone replied. + </p> + <p> + For the first time in his life the heavy sleep of the camp deserted him, + and in his dreams he pursued a phantom woman, who continually dissolved in + his grasp, now laughingly, now in anger. + </p> + <p> + The morning found him deeply depressed, and he thought the unaccustomed + restraints of a prison were having their effect on the spirits of a man + heretofore free. He sat silently on the bench watching the door. + </p> + <p> + At last, to his great joy, he heard the rattle of bolts being withdrawn. + The door opened slowly to the small extent allowed by the chains, but no + one entered and the Count sat still, concealed from the view of whoever + stood without. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord Count,” came the sweet tones of the girl and the listener with + joy, fancied he detected in it a suggestion of apprehension, doubtless + caused by the fact that the room seemed deserted. “My Lord Count, I have + brought your breakfast; will you not come and receive it?” + </p> + <p> + Herbert rose slowly and came within range of his jailer’s vision. The girl + stood in the hall, a repast that would have tempted an epicure arrayed on + the wooden trencher she held in her hands. + </p> + <p> + “Beatrix, come in,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I fear that in stooping, some portion of this burden may fall. Will you + not take the trencher?” + </p> + <p> + The young man stepped to the opening and, taking the tray from her, placed + it on the bench as he had previously done; then repeated his invitation. + </p> + <p> + “You were displeased with my company before, my Lord, and I am loath again + to offend.” + </p> + <p> + “Beatrix, I beg you to enter. I have something to say to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Stout chains bar not words, my Lord. Speak and I shall listen.” + </p> + <p> + “What I have to say, is for your ear alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Then are the conditions perfect for such converse, my Lord. No guard + stands within this hall.” + </p> + <p> + The Count sighed deeply, turned and sat again on the bench, burying his + face in his hands. The maiden having given excellent reasons why she + should not enter, thus satisfying her sense of logic, now set logic at + defiance, slipped under the lowest chain and stood within the room, and, + so that there might be no accusation that she did things by halves, closed + the door leaning her back against it. The knight looked up at her and saw + that she too had rested but indifferently. Her lovely eyes half veiled, + showed traces of weeping, and there was a wistful expression in her face + that touched him tenderly, and made him long for her; nevertheless he kept + a rigid government upon himself, and sat there regarding her, she + flushing, slightly under his scrutiny, not daring to return his ardent + gaze. + </p> + <p> + “Beatrix,” he said slowly, “I have acted towards you like a boor and a + ruffian, as indeed I am; but let this plead for me, that I have ever been + used to the roughness of the camp, bereft of gentler influences. I ask + your forgiveness.” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing to forgive. You are a noble of the Empire, and I but a + lowly serving-maid.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that cuts me to the heart, and is my bitterest condemnation. A true + man were courteous to high and low alike. Now, indeed, you overwhelm me + with shame, maiden of the woodlands.” + </p> + <p> + “Such was not my intention, my Lord. I hold you truly noble in nature as + well as in rank, otherwise I stood not here.” + </p> + <p> + “Beatrix, does any woodlander come from the forest to the castle walls and + there give signal intended for you alone?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you have kindly preference for some one within this stronghold?” + </p> + <p> + “You forget, my Lord, that the castle is ruled by a lady, and that the + preference you indicate would accord ill with her womanly government.” + </p> + <p> + “In truth I know little of woman’s rule, but given such, I suppose the + case would stand as you say. The Countess then frowns upon lovers’ + meetings.” + </p> + <p> + “How could it be otherwise?” + </p> + <p> + “Have you told her of—of yesterday?” + </p> + <p> + “You mean of your refusal to come to terms with her? Yes, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “I mean nothing of the kind, Beatrix.” + </p> + <p> + “No one outside this room has been told aught to your disadvantage, my + Lord,” said the girl blushing rose-red. + </p> + <p> + “Then she suspects nothing?” + </p> + <p> + “Suspects nothing of what, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “That I love you, Beatrix.” + </p> + <p> + The girl caught her breath, and seemed about to fly, but gathering + courage, remained, and said speaking hurriedly and in some confusion: “As + I did not suspect it myself I see not how my Lady should have made any + such surmise, but indeed it may be so, for she chided me bitterly for + remaining so long with you, and made me weep with her keen censure; yet am + I here now against her express wish and command, but that is because of my + strong sympathy for you and my belief that the Countess has wrongfully + treated you.” + </p> + <p> + “I care nothing for the opinion of that harridan, except that it may bring + harsh usage to you; but Beatrix, I have told you bluntly of my love for + you, answer me as honestly.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, you spoke just now of a woodlander—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, there is one then. Indeed, I feared as much, for there can be none on + all the Rhine as beautiful or as good as you.” + </p> + <p> + “There are many woodlanders, my Lord, and many women more beautiful than + I. What I was about to say was that I would rather be the wife of the + poorest forester, and lived in the roughest hut on the hillside, than + dwell otherwise in the grandest castle on the Rhine.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely, surely. But you shall dwell in my castle of Schonburg as my most + honoured wife, if you but will it so.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, my Lord, I must bid you beware of what you propose. Your wife must + be chosen from the highest in the land, and not from the lowliest. It is + not fitting that you should endeavour to raise a serving-maid to the + position of Countess von Schonburg. You would lose caste among your + equals, and bring unhappiness upon us both.” + </p> + <p> + Count Herbert grasped his sword and lifting it, cried angrily: “By the + Cross I serve, the man who refuses to greet my wife as he would greet the + Empress, shall feel the weight of this blade.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot kill a whisper with a sword, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “I can kill the whisperer.” + </p> + <p> + “That can you not, my Lord, for the whisperer will be a woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Then out upon them, we will have no traffic with them. I have lived too + long away from the petty restrictions of civilisation to be bound down by + them now, for I come from a region where a man’s sword and not his rank + preserved his life.” As he spoke he again raised his huge weapon aloft, + but now held it by the blade so that it stood out against the bright + window like a black cross of iron, and his voice rang forth defiantly: + “With that blade I won my honour; by the symbol of its hilt I hope to + obtain my soul’s salvation, on both united I swear to be to you a true + lover and a loyal husband.” + </p> + <p> + With swift motion the girl covered her face with her hands and Herbert saw + the crystal drops trickle between her fingers. For long she could not + speak and then mastering her emotion, she said brokenly: + </p> + <p> + “I cannot accept, I cannot now accept. I can take no advantage of a + helpless prisoner. At midnight I shall come and set you free, thus my act + may atone for the great wrong of your imprisonment; atone partially if not + wholly. When you are at liberty, if you wish to forget your words, which I + can never do, then am I amply repaid that my poor presence called them + forth. If you remember them, and demand of the Countess that I stand as + hostage for peace, she is scarce likely to deny you, for she loves not + war. But know that nothing you have said is to be held against you, for I + would have you leave this castle as free as when you entered it. And now, + my Lord, farewell.” + </p> + <p> + Before the unready man could make motion to prevent her, she had opened + the door and was gone, leaving it open, thus compelling the prisoner to be + his own jailer and close it, for he had no wish now to leave the castle + alone when he had been promised such guidance. + </p> + <p> + The night seemed to Count Herbert the longest he had ever spent, as he sat + on the bench, listening for the withdrawing of the bolts; if indeed they + were in their sockets, which he doubted. At last the door was pushed + softly open, and bending under the chain, he stood in the outside hall, + peering through the darkness, to catch sight of his conductor. A great + window of stained glass occupied the southern end of the hall, and against + it fell the rays of the full moon now high in the heavens, filling the dim + and lofty apartment with a coloured radiance resembling his visions of the + half tones of fairyland. Like a shadow stood the cloaked figure of the + girl, who timidly placed her small hand in his great palm, and that touch + gave a thrill of reality to the mysticism of the time and the place. He + grasped it closely, fearing it might fade away from him as it had done in + his dream. She led him silently by another way from that by which he had + entered, and together they passed through a small doorway that + communicated with a narrow circular stair which wound round and round + downwards until they came to another door at the bottom, which let them + out in the moonlight at the foot of a turret. + </p> + <p> + “Beatrix,” whispered the young man, “I am not going to demand you of the + Countess. I shall not be indebted to her for my wife. You must come with + me now.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” cried the girl shrinking from him, “I cannot go with you thus + surreptitiously, and no one but you and me must ever learn that I led you + from the castle. You shall come for me as a lord should for his lady, as + if he thought her worthy of him.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, that do I. Worthy? It is I who am unworthy, but made more worthy + I hope in that you care for me.” + </p> + <p> + From where they stood the knight saw the moonlight fall on his own castle + of Schonburg, the rays seeming to transform the grey stone into the + whitest of marble, the four towers standing outlined against the blue of + the cloudless sky. The silver river of romance, flowed silently at its + feet reflecting again the snowy purity of the reality in an inverted + quivering watery vision. All the young man’s affection for the home he had + not seen for years seemed to blend with his love for the girl standing + there in the moonlight. Gently he drew her to him, and kissed her + unresisting lips. + </p> + <p> + “Woodland maiden,” he said tenderly, “here at the edge of the forest is + your rightful home and not in this grim castle, and here will I woo thee + again, being now a free man.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” said the girl with a laugh in which a sob and a sigh + intermingled, “it is but scanty freedom I have brought to you; an exchange + of silken fetters for iron chains.” + </p> + <p> + His arms still around her, he unloosed the ribbon that held in thrall the + thick braid of golden hair, and parting the clustering strands speedily + encompassed her in a cloak of misty fragrance that seemed as unsubstantial + as the moonlight that glittered through its meshes. He stood back the + better to admire the picture he seemed to have created. + </p> + <p> + “My darling,” he cried, “you are no woodland woman, but the very spirit of + the forest herself. You are so beautiful, I dare not leave you here to the + mercies of this demon, who, finding me gone, may revenge herself on you. + If before she dared to censure you, what may she not do now that you have + set me free? Curse her that she stands for a moment between my love and + me.” + </p> + <p> + He raised his clenched fist and shook it at the tower above him, and + seemed about to break forth in new maledictions against the lady, when + Beatrix, clasping her hands cried in terror: + </p> + <p> + “No, no, Herbert, you have said enough. How can you pretend to love me + when implacable hatred lies so near to your affection. You must forgive + the Countess. Oh, Herbert, Herbert, what more could I do to atone? I have + withdrawn my forces from around your castle; I have set you free and your + path to Schonburg lies unobstructed. Even now your underling, thinking + himself victorious, is preparing an expedition against me, and nothing but + your word stands, between me and instant attack. Ponder, I beseech of you, + on my position. War, not of my seeking, was bequeathed to me, and a woman + who cannot fight must trust to her advisers, and thus may do what her own + heart revolts against. They told me that if I made you prisoner I could + stop the war, and thus I consented to that act of treachery for which you + so justly condemn me.” + </p> + <p> + “Beatrix,” cried her amazed lover, “what madness has come over you?” + </p> + <p> + “No madness touched me, Herbert, until I met you, and I sometimes think + that you have brought back with you the eastern sorcery of which I have + heard—at least such may perhaps make excuse for my unmaidenly + behaviour. Herbert, I am Beatrix of Gudenfels, Countess von Falkenstein, + who is and ever will be, if you refuse to pardon her, a most unhappy + woman.” + </p> + <p> + “No woodland maiden, but the Countess! The Countess von Falkenstein!” + murmured her lover more to himself than to, his eager listener, the lines + on his perplexed brow showing that he was endeavouring to adjust the real + and the ideal in his slow brain. + </p> + <p> + “A Countess, Herbert, who will joyfully exchange the privileges of her + station for the dear preference shown to the serving-maid.” + </p> + <p> + A smile came to the lips of Von Schonburg as he held out his hands, in + which the Countess placed her own. + </p> + <p> + “My Lady Beatrix,” he said, “how can I refuse my pardon for the first + encroachment on my liberty, now that you have made me your prisoner for + life?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my captured lord,” cried the girl, “you are but now coming to a + true sense of your predicament. I marvelled that you felt so resentful + about the first offence, when the second was so much more serious. Am I + then forgiven for both?” + </p> + <p> + It seemed that she was, and the Count insisted on returning to his + captivity, and coming forth the next day, freed by her commands, + whereupon, in the presence of all her vassals, he swore allegiance to her + with such deference that her advisers said to her that she must now see + they had been right in counselling his imprisonment. Prison, they said, + had a wonderfully quieting effect upon even the most truculent, the Count + being quickly subdued when he saw his sword-play had but little effect on + the chain. The Countess graciously acknowledged that events had indeed + proved the wisdom of their course, and said it was not to be wondered at + that men should know the disposition of a turbulent man, better than an + inexperienced woman could know it. + </p> + <p> + And thus was the feud between Gudenfels and Schonburg happily ended, and + Count Herbert came from the Crusades to find two castles waiting for him + instead of one as he had expected, with what he had reason to prize above + everything else, a wife as well. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. — THE REVENGE OF THE OUTLAW + </h2> + <p> + The position of Count Herbert when, at the age of thirty-one he took up + his residence in the ancient castle of his line, was a most enviable one. + His marriage with Beatrix, Countess von Falkenstein, had added the lustre + of a ruling family to the prestige of his own, and the renown of his + valour in the East had lost nothing in transit from the shores of the + Mediterranean to the banks of the Rhine. The Counts of Schonburg had ever + been the most conservative in counsel and the most radical in the fray, + and thus Herbert on returning, found himself, without seeking the honor, + regarded by common consent as leader of the nobility whose castles + bordered the renowned river. The Emperor, as was usually the case when + these imperial figure-heads were elected by the three archbishops and + their four colleagues, was a nonentity, who made no attempt to govern a + turbulent land that so many were willing to govern for him. His majesty + left sword and sceptre to those who cared for such baubles, and employed + himself in banding together the most notable company of meistersingers + that Germany had ever listened to. But although harmony reigned in + Frankfort, the capital, there was much lack of it along the Rhine, and the + man with the swiftest and heaviest sword, usually accumulated the greatest + amount of property, movable and otherwise. + </p> + <p> + Among the truculent nobles who terrorised the country side, none was held + In greater awe than Baron von Wiethoff, whose Schloss occupied a + promontory Some distance up the stream from Castle Schonburg, on the same + side of the river. Public opinion condemned the Baron, not because he + exacted tribute from the merchants who sailed down the Rhine, for such + collections were universally regarded as a legitimate source of revenue, + but because he was in the habit of killing the goose that laid the golden + egg, which action was looked upon with disfavour by those who resided + between Schloss Wiethoff and Cologne, as interfering with their right to + exist, for a merchant, although well-plucked, is still of advantage to + those in whose hands he falls, if life and some of his goods are left to + him. Whereas, when cleft from scalp to midriff by the Baron’s long sword, + he became of no value either to himself or to others. While many nobles + were satisfied with levying a scant five or ten per cent on a voyager’s + belongings, the Baron rarely rested contented until he had acquired the + full hundred, and, the merchant objecting, von Wiethoff would usually + order him hanged or decapitated, although at times when he was in good + humour he was wont to confer honour upon the trading classes by + despatching the grumbling seller of goods with his own weapon, which + created less joy in the commercial community than the Baron seemed to + expect. Thus navigation on the swift current of the Rhine began to + languish, for there was little profit in the transit of goods from Mayence + to Cologne if the whole consignment stood in jeopardy and the owner’s life + as well, so the merchants got into the habit of carrying their gear + overland on the backs of mules, thus putting the nobility to great + inconvenience in scouring the forests, endeavouring to intercept the + caravans. The nobility, with that stern sense of justice which has ever + characterised the higher classes, placed the blame of this diversion of + traffic from its natural channel not upon the merchants but upon the + Baron, where undoubtedly it rightly belonged, and although, when they came + upon an overland company which was seeking to avoid them, they gathered in + an extra percentage of the goods to repay in a measure the greater + difficulty they had in their woodland search, they always informed the + merchants with much politeness, that, when river traffic was resumed, they + would be pleased to revert to the original exaction, which the traders, + not without reason pointed out was of little avail to them as long as + Baron von Wiethoff was permitted to confiscate the whole. + </p> + <p> + In their endeavours to resuscitate the navigation interests of the Rhine, + several expeditions had been formed against the Baron, but his castle was + strong, and there were so many conflicting interests among those who + attacked him that he had always come out victorious, and after each + onslaught the merchants suffered more severely than before. + </p> + <p> + Affairs were in this unsatisfactory condition when Count Herbert of + Schonburg returned from the Holy Land, the fame of his deeds upon him, and + married Beatrix of Gudenfels. Although the nobles of the Upper Rhine held + aloof from all contest with the savage Baron of Schloss Wiethoff, his + exactions not interfering with their incomes, many of those further down + the river offered their services to Count Herbert, if he would consent to + lead them against the Baron, but the Count pleaded that he was still a + stranger in his own country, having so recently returned from his ten + contentious years in Syria, therefore he begged time to study the novel + conditions confronting him before giving an answer to their proposal. + </p> + <p> + The Count learned that the previous attacks made upon Schloss Wiethoff had + been conducted with but indifferent generalship, and that failure had been + richly earned by desertions from the attacking force, each noble thinking + himself justified in withdrawing himself and his men, when offended, or + when the conduct of affairs displeased him, so von Schonburg informed the + second deputation which waited on him, that he was more accustomed to + depend on himself than on the aid of others, and that if any quarrel arose + between Castle Schonburg and Schloss Wiethoff, the Count would endeavour + to settle the dispute with his own sword, which reply greatly encouraged + the Baron when he heard of it, for he wished to try conclusions with the + newcomer, and made no secret of his disbelief in the latter’s Saracenic + exploits, saying the Count had returned when there was none left of the + band he took with him, and had, therefore, with much wisdom, left himself + free from contradiction. + </p> + <p> + There was some disappointment up and down the Rhine when time passed and + the Count made no warlike move. It was well known that the Countess was + much averse to war, notwithstanding the fact that she was indebted to war + for her stalwart husband, and her peaceful nature was held to excuse the + non-combative life lived by the Count, although there were others who gave + it as their opinion that the Count was really afraid of the Baron, who + daily became more and more obnoxious as there seemed to be less and less + to fear. Such boldness did the Baron achieve that he even organised a + slight raid upon the estate of Gudenfels which belonged to the Count’s + wife, but still Herbert of Schonburg did not venture from the security of + his castle, greatly to the disappointment and the disgust of his + neighbours, for there are on earth no people who love a fight more dearly + than do those who reside along the banks of the placid Rhine. + </p> + <p> + At last an heir was born to Castle Schonburg, and the rejoicings + throughout all the district governed by the Count were general and + enthusiastic. Bonfires were lit on the heights and the noble river glowed + red under the illumination at night. The boy who had arrived at the castle + was said to give promise of having all the beauty of his mother and all + the strength of his father, which was admitted by everybody to be a + desirable combination, although some shook their heads and said they hoped + that with strength there would come greater courage than the Count + appeared to possess. Nevertheless, the Count had still some who believed + in him, notwithstanding his long period of inaction, and these said that + on the night the boy was born, and word was brought to him in the great + hall that mother and child were well, the cloud that had its habitual + resting-place on the Count’s brow lifted and his lordship took down from + its place his great broadsword, rubbed from its blade the dust and the + rust that had collected, swung the huge weapon hissing through the air, + and heaved a deep sigh, as one who had come to the end of a period of + restraint. + </p> + <p> + The boy was just one month old on the night that there was a thunderous + knocking at the gate of Schloss Wiethoff. The Baron hastily buckled on his + armour and was soon at the head of his men eager to repel the invader. In + a marvellously short space of time there was a contest in progress at the + gates which would have delighted the heart of the most quarrelsome noble + from Mayence to Cologne. The attacking party which appeared in large force + before the gate, attempted to batter in the oaken leaves of the portal, + but the Baron was always prepared for such visitors, and the heavy timbers + that were heaved against the oak made little impression, while von + Wiethoff roared defiance from the top of the wall that surrounded the + castle and what was more to the purpose, showered down stones and arrows + on the besiegers, grievously thinning their ranks. The Baron, with + creditable ingenuity, had constructed above the inside of the gate a + scaffolding, on the top of which was piled a mountain of huge stones. This + scaffold was arranged in such a way that a man pulling a lever caused it + to collapse, thus piling the stones instantly against the inside of the + gate, rendering it impregnable against assault by battering rams. The + Baron was always jubilant when his neighbours attempted to force the gate, + for he was afforded much amusement at small expense to himself, and he + cared little for the damage the front door received, as he had built his + castle not for ornament but for his own protection. He was a man with an + amazing vocabulary, and as he stood on the wall shaking his mailed fist at + the intruders he poured forth upon them invective more personal than + complimentary. + </p> + <p> + While thus engaged, rejoicing over the repulse of the besiegers, for the + attack was evidently losing its vigour, he was amazed to note a sudden + illumination of the forest-covered hill which he was facing. The attacking + party rallied with a yell when the light struck them, and the Baron, + looking hastily over his shoulder to learn the source of the ruddy glow on + the trees, saw with dismay that his castle was on fire and that Count + Herbert followed by his men had possession of the battlements to the rear, + while the courtyard swarmed with soldiers, who had evidently scaled the + low wall along the river front from rafts or boats. + </p> + <p> + “Surrender!” cried Count Herbert, advancing along the wall. “Your castle + is taken, and will be a heap of ruins within the hour.” + </p> + <p> + “Then may you be buried beneath them,” roared the Baron, springing to the + attack. + </p> + <p> + Although the Baron was a younger man than his antagonist, it was soon + proven that his sword play was not equal to that of the Count, and the + broadsword fight on the battlements in the light of the flaming + stronghold, was of short duration, watched breathlessly as it was by men + of both parties above and below. Twice the Baron’s guard was broken, and + the third time, such was the terrific impact of iron on iron, that the + Baron’s weapon was struck from his benumbed hands and fell glittering + through the air to the ground outside the walls. The Count paused in his + onslaught, refraining from striking a disarmed man, but again demanding + his submission. The Baron cast one glance at his burning house, saw that + it was doomed, then, with a movement as reckless as it was unexpected, + took the terrific leap from the wall top to the ground, alighting on his + feet near his fallen sword which he speedily recovered. For an instant the + Count hovered on the brink to follow him, but the swift thought of his + wife and child restrained him, and he feared a broken limb in the fall, + leaving him thus at the mercy of his enemy. The moment for decision was + short enough, but the years of regret for this hesitation were many and + long. There were a hundred men before the walls to intercept the Baron, + and it seemed useless to jeopardise life or limb in taking the leap, so + the Count contented himself by giving the loud command: “Seize that man + and bind him.” + </p> + <p> + It was an order easy to give and easy to obey had there been a dozen men + below as brave as their captain, or even one as brave, as stalwart and as + skilful; but the Baron struck sturdily around him and mowed his way + through the throng as effectually as a reaper with a sickle clears a path + for himself in the standing corn. Before Herbert realised what was + happening, the Baron was safe in the obscurity of the forest. + </p> + <p> + The Count of Schonburg was not a man to do things by halves, even though + upon the occasion of this attack he allowed the Baron to slip through his + fingers. When the ruins of the Schloss cooled, he caused them to be + removed and flung stone by stone into the river, leaving not a vestige of + the castle that had so long been a terror to the district, holding that if + the lair were destroyed the wolf would not return. In this the Count + proved but partly right. Baron von Wiethoff renounced his order, and + became an outlaw, gathering round him in the forest all the turbulent + characters, not in regular service elsewhere, publishing along the Rhine + by means of prisoners he took and then released that as the nobility + seemed to object to his preying upon the merchants, he would endeavour to + amend his ways and would harry instead such castles as fell into his + hands. Thus Baron von Wiethoff became known as the Outlaw of the + Hundsrück, and being as intrepid as he was merciless, soon made the + Rhenish nobility withdraw attention from other people’s quarrels in order + to bestow strict surveillance upon their own. It is possible that if the + dwellers along the river had realised at first the kind of neighbour that + had been produced by burning out the Baron, they might, by combination + have hunted him down in the widespread forests of the Hundsrück, but as + the years went on, the Outlaw acquired such knowledge of the interminable + mazes of this wilderness, that it is doubtful whether all the troops in + the Empire could have brought his band to bay. The outlaws always fled + before a superior force, and always massacred an inferior one, and like + the lightning, no man could predict where the next stroke would fall. On + one occasion he even threatened the walled town of Coblentz, and the + citizens compounded with him, saying they had no quarrel with any but the + surrounding nobles, which expression the thrifty burghers regretted when + Count Herbert marched his men through their streets and for every coin + they, had paid the Outlaw, exacted ten. + </p> + <p> + The boy of Castle Schonburg was three years old, when he was allowed to + play on the battlements, sporting with a wooden sword and imagining + himself as great a warrior as his father had ever been. He was a brave + little fellow whom nothing could frighten but the stories his nurse told + him of the gnomes and goblins who infested the Rhine, and he longed for + the time when he would be a man and wear a real sword. One day just before + he had completed his fourth year, a man came slinking out of the forest to + the foot of the wall, for the watch was now slack as the Outlaw had not + been heard of for months, and then was far away in the direction of + Mayence. The nurse was holding a most absorbing conversation with the + man-at-arms, who should, instead, have been pacing up and down the terrace + while she should have been watching her charge. The man outside gave a low + whistle which attracted the attention of the child and then beckoned him + to come further along the wall until he had passed the west tower. + </p> + <p> + “Well, little coward,” said the man, “I did not think you would have the + courage to come so far away from the women.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not a coward,” answered the lad, stoutly, “and I do not care about + the women at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Your father was a coward.” + </p> + <p> + “He is not. He is the bravest man in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “He did not dare to jump off the wall after the Baron.” + </p> + <p> + “He will cut the Baron in pieces if he ever comes near our castle.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet he dared not jump as the Baron did.” + </p> + <p> + “The Baron was afraid of my father; that’s why he jumped.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so. It was your father who feared to follow him, though he had a + sword and the Baron had none. You are all cowards in Castle Schonburg. I + don’t believe you have the courage to jump even though I held out my arms + to catch you, but if you do I will give you the sword I wear.” + </p> + <p> + The little boy had climbed on the parapet, and now stood hovering on the + brink of the precipice, his childish heart palpitating through fear of the + chasm before him, yet beneath its beatings was an insistent command to + prove his impugned courage. For some moments there was deep silence, the + man below gazing aloft and holding up his hands. At last he lowered his + outstretched arms and said in a sneering tone: + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, craven son of a craven race. You dare not jump.” + </p> + <p> + The lad, with a cry of despair, precipitated himself into the empty air + and came fluttering down like a wounded bird, to fall insensible into the + arms that for the moment saved him from death or mutilation. An instant + later there was a shriek from the negligent nurse, and the man-at-arms ran + along the battlements, a bolt on his cross-bow which he feared to launch + at the flying abductor, for in the speeding of it he might slay the heir + of Schonburg. By the time the castle was aroused and the gates thrown open + to pour forth searchers, the man had disappeared into the forest, and in + its depths all trace of young Wilhelm was lost. Some days after, the Count + von Schonburg came upon the deserted camp of the outlaws, and found there + evidences, not necessary to be here set down, that his son had been + murdered. Imposing secrecy on his followers, so that the Countess might + still retain her unshaken belief that not even an outlaw would harm a + little child, the Count returned to his castle to make preparations for a + complete and final campaign of extinction against the scourge of the + Hundsrück, but the Outlaw had withdrawn his men far from the scene of his + latest successful exploit and the Count never came up with him. + </p> + <p> + Years passed on and the silver came quickly to Count Herbert’s hair, he + attributing the change to the hardships endured in the East, but all + knowing well the cause sprang from his belief in his son’s death. The + rapid procession of years made little impression on the beauty of the + Countess, who, although grieving for the absence of her boy, never + regarded him as lost but always looked for his return. “If he were dead,” + she often said to her husband, “I should know it in my heart; I should + know the day, the hour and the moment.” + </p> + <p> + This belief the Count strove to encourage, although none knew better than + he how baseless it was. Beatrix, with a mother’s fondness, kept little + Wilhelm’s room as it had been when he left it, his toys in their places, + and his bed prepared for him, allowing no one else to share the task she + had allotted to herself. She seemed to keep no count of the years, nor to + realise that if her son returned he would return as a young man and not as + a child. To the mind of Beatrix he seemed always her boy of four. + </p> + <p> + When seventeen years had elapsed after the abduction of the heir of + Schonburg, there came a rumour that the Outlaw of Hundsrück was again at + his depredations in the neighbourhood of Coblentz. He was at this time a + man of forty-two, and if he imagined that the long interval had led to any + forgetting on the part of the Count von Schonburg, a most unpleasant + surprise awaited him. The Count divided his forces equally between his two + castles of Schonburg and Gudenfels situated on the west bank and the east + bank respectively. If either castle were attacked, arrangements were made + for getting word to the other, when the men in that other would cross the + Rhine and fall upon the rear of the invaders, hemming them thus between + two fires. The Count therefore awaited with complacency whatever assault + the Outlaw cared to deliver. + </p> + <p> + It was expected that the attack would be made in the night, which was the + usual time selected for these surprise parties that kept life from + stagnating along the Rhine, but to the amazement of the Count the + onslaught came in broad daylight, which seemed to indicate that the Outlaw + had gathered boldness with years. The Count from the battlements scanned + his opponents and saw that they were led, not by the Outlaw in person, but + by a young man who evidently held his life lightly, so recklessly did he + risk it. He was ever in the thick of the fray, dealing sword strokes with + a lavish generosity which soon kindled a deep respect for him in the + breasts of his adversaries. The Count had not waited for the battering in + of his gates but had sent out his men to meet the enemy in the open, which + was rash generalship, had he not known that the men of Gudenfels were + hurrying round to the rear of the outlaws. Crossbowmen lined the + battlements ready to cover the retreat of the defenders of the castle, + should they meet a reverse, but now they stood in silence, holding their + shafts, for in the mêslée there was a danger of destroying friend as well + as foe. But in spite of the superb leadership of the young captain, the + outlaws, seemingly panic-stricken, when there was no particular reason, + deserted their commander in a body and fled in spite of his frantic + efforts to rally them. The young man found himself surrounded, and, after + a brave defence, overpowered. When the Gudenfels men came up, there was + none to oppose them, the leader of the enemy being within the gates of + Schonburg, bound, bleeding and a prisoner. The attacking outlaws were + nowhere to be seen. + </p> + <p> + The youthful captive, unkempt as he was, appeared in the great hall of the + castle before its grey-headed commander, seated in his chair of state. + </p> + <p> + “You are the leader of this unwarranted incursion?” said the Count, + sternly, as he looked upon the pinioned lad. + </p> + <p> + “Warranted or unwarranted, I was the leader.” + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am Wilhelm, only son of the Outlaw of Hundsrück.” + </p> + <p> + “The only son,” murmured the Count, more to himself than to his auditors, + the lines hardening round his firm mouth. For some moments there was a + deep silence in the large room, then the Count spoke in a voice that had + no touch of mercy in it: + </p> + <p> + “You will be taken to a dungeon and your wounds cared for. Seven days from + now, at this hour, you will appear again before me, at which time just + sentence will be passed upon you, after I hear what you have to say in + your own defence.” + </p> + <p> + “You may hear that now, my Lord. I besieged your castle and would perhaps + have taken it, had I not a pack of cowardly dogs at my heels. I am now in + your power, and although you talk glibly of justice, I know well what I + may expect at your hands. Your delay of a week is the mere pretence of a + hypocrite, who wishes to give colour of legality to an act already decided + upon. I do not fear you now, and shall not fear you then, so spare your + physicians unnecessary trouble, and give the word to your executioner.” + </p> + <p> + “Take him away, attend to his wounds, and guard him strictly. Seven days + from now when I call for him; see to it that you can produce him.” + </p> + <p> + Elsa, niece of the Outlaw, watched anxiously for the return of her cousin + from the long prepared for expedition. She had the utmost confidence in + his bravery and the most earnest belief in his success, yet she watched + for the home-coming of the warriors with an anxious heart. Perhaps a + messenger would arrive telling of the capture of the castle; perhaps all + would return with news of defeat, but for what actually happened the girl + was entirely unprepared. That the whole company, practically unscathed, + should march into camp with the astounding news that their leader had been + captured and that they had retreated without striking a blow on his + behalf, seemed to her so monstrous, that her first thought was fear of the + retribution which would fall on the deserters when her uncle realised the + full import of the tidings. She looked with apprehension at his forbidding + face and was amazed to see something almost approaching a smile part his + thin lips. + </p> + <p> + “The attack has failed, then. I fear I sent out a leader incompetent and + too young. We must make haste to remove our camp or the victorious Count, + emboldened by success, may carry the war into the forest.” With this + amazing proclamation the Outlaw turned and walked to his hut followed by + his niece, bewildered as one entangled in the mazes of a dream. When they + were alone together, the girl spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Uncle, has madness overcome you?” + </p> + <p> + “I was never saner than now, nor happier, for years of waiting are + approaching their culmination.” + </p> + <p> + “Has, then, all valour left your heart?” + </p> + <p> + “Your question will be answered when next I lead my band.” + </p> + <p> + “When next you lead it? Where will you lead it?” + </p> + <p> + “Probably in the vicinity of Mayence, toward which place we are about to + journey.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it possible that you retreat from here without attempting the rescue + of your son, now in the hands of your lifelong enemy?” + </p> + <p> + “All things are possible in an existence like ours. The boy would assault + the castle; he has failed and has allowed himself to be taken. It is the + fortune of war and I shall not waste a man in attempting his rescue.” + </p> + <p> + Elsa stood for a moment gazing in dismay at her uncle, whose shifty eyes + evaded all encounter with hers, then she strode to the wall, took down a + sword and turned without a word to the door. The Outlaw sprang between her + and the exit. + </p> + <p> + “What are you about to do?” he cried. + </p> + <p> + “I am about to rally all who are not cowards round me, then at their head, + I shall attack Castle Schonburg and set Wilhelm free or share his fate.” + </p> + <p> + The Outlaw stood for a few moments, his back against the door of the hut, + gazing in sullen anger at the girl, seemingly at a loss to know how she + should be dealt with. At last his brow cleared and he spoke: “Is your + interest in Wilhelm due entirely to the fact that you are cousins?” + </p> + <p> + A quick flush overspread the girl’s fair cheeks with colour and her eyes + sought the floor of the hut. The point of the sword she held lowered until + it rested on the stone flags, and she swayed slightly, leaning against its + hilt, while the keen eyes of her uncle regarded her critically. She said + in a voice little above a whisper, contrasting strongly with her + determined tone of a moment before: + </p> + <p> + “My interest is due to our relationship alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Has no word of love passed between you?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, no. Why do you ask me such a question?” + </p> + <p> + “Because on the answer given depends whether or not I shall entrust you + with knowledge regarding him. Swear to me by the Three Kings of Cologne + that you will tell to none what I will now impart to you.” + </p> + <p> + “I swear,” said Elsa, raising her right hand, and holding aloft the sword + with it. + </p> + <p> + “Wilhelm is not my son, nor is he kin to either of us, but is the heir of + the greatest enemy of our house, Count Herbert of Schonburg. I lured him + from his father’s home as a child and now send him back as a man. Some + time later I shall acquaint the Count with the fact that the young man he + captured is his only son.” + </p> + <p> + The girl looked at her uncle, her eyes wide with horror. + </p> + <p> + “It is your purpose then that the father shall execute his own son?” + </p> + <p> + The Outlaw shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “The result lies not with me, but with the Count. He was once a crusader + and the teaching of his master is to the effect that the measure he metes + to others, the same shall be meted to him, if I remember aright the tenets + of his faith. Count Herbert wreaking vengeance upon my supposed son, is + really bringing destruction upon his own, which seems but justice. If he + show mercy to me and mine, he is bestowing the blessed balm thereof on + himself and his house. In this imperfect world, few events are ordered + with such admirable equity as the capture of young Lord Wilhelm, by that + haughty and bloodthirsty warrior, his father. Let us then await with + patience the outcome, taking care not to interfere with the designs of + Providence.” + </p> + <p> + “The design comes not from God but from the evil one himself.” + </p> + <p> + “It is within the power of the Deity to overturn even the best plans of + the fiend, if it be His will. Let us see to it that we do not intervene + between two such ghostly potentates, remembering that we are but puny + creatures, liable to err.” + </p> + <p> + “The plot is of your making, secretly held, all these years, with + unrelenting malignity. The devil himself is not wicked enough to send an + innocent, loyal lad to his doom in his own mother’s house, with his father + as his executioner. Oh, uncle, uncle, repent and make reparation before it + is too late.” + </p> + <p> + “Let the Count repent and make reparation. I have now nothing to do with + the matter. As I have said, if the Count is merciful, he is like to be + glad of it later in his life; if he is revengeful, visiting the sin of the + father on the son, innocent, I think you called him, then he deserves what + his own hand deals out to himself. But we have talked too much already. I + ask you to remember your oath, for I have told you this so that you will + not bring ridicule upon me by a womanish appeal to my own men, who would + but laugh at you in any case and think me a dotard in allowing women + overmuch to say in the camp. Get you back to your women, for we move camp + instantly. Even if I were to relent, as you term it, the time is past, for + Wilhelm is either dangling from the walls of Castle Schonburg or he is + pardoned, and all that we could do would be of little avail. Prepare you + then instantly for our journey.” + </p> + <p> + Elsa, with a sigh, went slowly to the women’s quarters, her oath, the most + terrible that may be taken on the Rhine, weighing heavily upon her. + Resolving not to break it, yet determined in some way to save Wilhelm, the + girl spent the first part of the journey in revolving plans of escape, for + she found as the cavalcade progressed that her uncle did not trust + entirely to the binding qualities of the oath she had taken, but had her + closely watched as well. As the expedition progressed farther and farther + south in the direction of Mayence, vigilance was relaxed, and on the + evening of the second day, when a camp had been selected for the night, + Elsa escaped and hurried eastward through the forest until she came to the + Rhine, which was to be her guide to the castle of Schonburg. The windings + of the river made the return longer than the direct journey through the + wilderness had been, and in addition to this, Elsa was compelled to + circumambulate the numerous castles, climbing the hills to avoid them, + fearing capture and delay, so it was not until the sun was declining on + the sixth day after the assault on the castle that she stood, weary and + tattered and unkempt, before the closed gates of Schonburg, and beat + feebly with her small hand against the oak, crying for admittance. The + guard of the gate, seeing through the small lattice but a single + dishevelled woman standing there, anticipating treachery, refused to open + the little door in the large leaf until his captain was summoned, who, + after some parley, allowed the girl to enter the courtyard. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want?” asked the captain, curtly. + </p> + <p> + She asked instead of answered: + </p> + <p> + “Is your prisoner still alive?” + </p> + <p> + “The son of the Outlaw? Yes, but he would be a confident prophet who would + predict as much for him at this hour to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Take me, I beg of you, to the Countess.” + </p> + <p> + “That is as it may be. Who are you and what is your business with her?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall reveal myself to her Ladyship, and to her will state the object + of my coming.” + </p> + <p> + “Your object is plain enough. You are some tatterdemalion of the forest + come to beg the life of your lover, who hangs to-morrow, or I am a heathen + Saracen.” + </p> + <p> + “I do beseech you, tell the Countess that a miserable woman craves + permission to speak with her.” + </p> + <p> + What success might have attended her petition is uncertain, but the + problem was solved by the appearance of the Countess herself on the + terrace above them, which ran the length of the castle on its western + side. The lady leaned over the parapet and watched with evident curiosity + the strange scene in the courtyard below, the captain and his men in a + ring around the maiden of the forest, who occupying the centre of the + circle, peered now in one face, now in another, as if searching for some + trace of sympathy in the stolid countenances of the warriors all about + her. Before the captain could reply, his lady addressed him. + </p> + <p> + “Whom have you there, Conrad?” + </p> + <p> + It seemed as if the unready captain would get no word said, for again + before he had made answer the girl spoke to the Countess. + </p> + <p> + “I do implore your Ladyship to grant me speech with you.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess looked down doubtfully upon the supplicant, evidently + prejudiced by her rags and wildly straying hair. The captain cleared his + throat and opened his mouth, but the girl eagerly forestalled him. + </p> + <p> + “Turn me not away, my Lady, because I come in unhandsome guise, for I have + travelled far through forest and over rock, climbing hills and skirting + the river’s brink to be where I am. The reluctant wilderness, impeding me, + has enviously torn my garments, leaving me thus ashamed before you, but, + dear Lady, let not that work to my despite. Grant my petition and my + prayer shall ever be that the dearest wish of your own heart go not + unsatisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said the Countess, with a deep sigh, “my dearest wish gives little + promise of fulfilment.” + </p> + <p> + Conrad, seeing that the lady thought of her lost son, frowned angrily, and + in low growling tones bade the girl have a care what she said, but Elsa + was not to be silenced and spoke impetuously. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Countess, the good we do often returns to us tenfold; mercy calls + forth mercy. An acorn planted produces an oak; cruelty sown leaves us + cruelty to reap. It is not beyond imagination that the soothing of my + bruised heart may bring balm to your own.” + </p> + <p> + “Take the girl to the east room, Conrad, and let her await me there,” said + the Countess. + </p> + <p> + “With a guard, your Ladyship?” + </p> + <p> + “Without a guard, Conrad.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, my Lady, but I distrust her. She may have designs against + you.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess had little acquaintance with fear. She smiled at the anxious + captain and said: + </p> + <p> + “Her only desire is to reach my heart, Conrad.” + </p> + <p> + “God grant it may not be with a dagger,” grumbled the captain, as he made + haste to obey the commands of the lady. + </p> + <p> + When the Countess entered the room in which Elsa stood, her first question + was an inquiry regarding her visitor’s name and station, the telling of + which seemed but an indifferent introduction for the girl, who could not + help noting that the Countess shrank, involuntarily from her when she + heard the Outlaw mentioned. + </p> + <p> + “Our house has little cause to confer favour on any kin of the Outlaw of + Hundsrück,” the lady said at last. + </p> + <p> + “I do not ask for favour, my Lady. I have come to give your revenge + completeness, if it is revenge you seek. The young man now imprisoned in + Schonburg is so little esteemed by my uncle that not a single blow has + been struck on his behalf. If the Count thinks to hurt the Outlaw by + executing Wilhelm, he will be gravely in error, for my uncle and his men + regard the captive so lightly that they have gone beyond Mayence without + even making an effort toward his rescue. As for me, my uncle bestows upon + me such affection as he is capable of, and would be more grieved should I + die, than if any other of his kin were taken from him. Release Wilhelm and + I will gladly take his place, content to receive such punishment as his + Lordship, the Count, considers should be imposed on a relative of the + Outlaw.” + </p> + <p> + “What you ask is impossible. The innocent should not suffer for the + guilty.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lady, the innocent have suffered for others since the world began, and + will continue to do so till it ends. Our only hope of entering Heaven + comes through Him who was free from sin being condemned in our stead. I do + beseech your Ladyship to let me take the place of Wilhelm.” + </p> + <p> + “You love this young man,” said the Countess, seating herself, and + regarding the girl with the intent interest which women, whose own love + affair has prospered, feel when they are confronted with an incident that + reminds them of their youth. + </p> + <p> + “Not otherwise than as a friend and dear companion, my Lady,” replied + Elsa, blushing. “When he was a little boy and I a baby, he carried me + about in his arms, and since that time we have been comrades together.” + </p> + <p> + “Comradeship stands for much, my girl,” said the Countess, in kindly + manner, “but it rarely leads one friend willingly to accept death for + another. I have not seen this young man whom you would so gladly liberate; + the dealing with prisoners is a matter concerning my husband alone; I + never interfere, but if I should now break this rule because you have + travelled so far, and are so anxious touching the prisoner’s welfare, + would you be willing to accept my conditions?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my Lady, so that his life were saved.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a comely young man doubtless, and there are some beautiful women + within this castle; would it content you if he were married to one of my + women, and so escaped with life?” + </p> + <p> + A sudden pallor overspread the girl’s face, and she clasped her hands + nervously together. Tears welled into her eyes, and she stood thus for a + few moments unable to speak. At last she murmured, with some difficulty: + </p> + <p> + “Wilhelm can care nothing for any here, not having beheld them, and it + would be wrong to coerce a man in such extremity. I would rather die for + him, that he might owe his life to me.” + </p> + <p> + “But he would live to marry some one else.” + </p> + <p> + “If I were happy in heaven, why should I begrudge Wilhelm’s happiness on + earth?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, why, indeed, Elsa? And yet you disclaim with a sigh. Be assured that + I shall do everything in my power to save your lover, and that not at the + expense of your own life or happiness. Now come with me, for I would have + you arrayed in garments more suited to your youth and your beauty, that + you may not be ashamed when you meet this most fascinating prisoner, for + such he must be, when you willingly risk so much for his sake.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess, after conducting the girl to the women’s apartments, sought + her husband, but found to her dismay that he showed little sign of + concurrence with her sympathetic views regarding the fate of the prisoner. + It was soon evident to her that Count Herbert had determined upon the + young man’s destruction, and that there was some concealed reason for this + obdurate conclusion which the Count did not care to disclose. Herbert von + Schonburg was thoroughly convinced that his son was dead, mutilated beyond + recognition by the Outlaw of Hundsrück, yet this he would not tell to + Beatrix, his wife, who cherished the unshaken belief that the boy still + lived and would be restored to her before she died. The Count for years + had waited for his revenge, and even though his wife now pleaded that he + forego it, the Master of Schonburg was in no mind to comply, though he + said little in answer to her persuading. The incoming of Elsa to the + castle merely convinced him that some trick was meditated on the part of + the Outlaw, and the sentimental consideration urged by the Countess had + small weight with him. He gave a curt order to his captain to double his + guards around the stronghold, and relax no vigilance until the case of the + prisoner had been finally dealt with. He refused permission for Elsa to + see her cousin, even in the presence of witnesses, as he was certain that + her coming was for the purpose of communicating to him some message from + the Outlaw, the news of whose alleged withdrawal he did not believe. + </p> + <p> + “With the country at peace, the Outlaw has instigated, and his son has + executed, an attack upon this castle. The penalty is death. To-morrow I + shall hear what he has to say in his defence, and shall deliver judgment, + I hope, justly. If his kinswoman wishes to see him, she may come to his + trial, and then will be in a position to testify to her uncle that + sentence has been pronounced in accordance with the law that rules the + Rhine provinces. If she has communication to make to her cousin, let it be + made in the Judgment Hall in the presence of all therein.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess, with sinking heart, left her husband, having the tact not to + press upon him too strongly the claims of mercy as well as of justice. She + knew that his kind nature would come to the assistance of her own suing, + and deeply regretted that the time for milder influences to prevail was so + short. In a brief conference with Elsa, she endeavoured to prepare the + girl’s mind for a disastrous ending of her hopes. + </p> + <p> + Some minutes before the hour set for Wilhelm’s trial, the Countess + Beatrix, followed by Elsa, entered the Judgment Hall to find the Count + seated moodily in the great chair at one end of the long room, in whose + ample inclosure many an important state conference had been held, each of + the forefathers of the present owner being seated in turn as president of + the assemblage. Some thought of this seemed to oppress the Count’s mind, + for seated here with set purpose to extinguish his enemy’s line, the + remembrance that his own race died with him was not likely to be banished. + The Countess brought Elsa forward and in a whisper urged her to plead for + her kinsman before his judge. The girl’s eloquence brought tears to the + eyes of Beatrix, but the Count’s impassive face was sphinx-like in its + settled gloom. Only once during the appeal did he speak, and that was when + Elsa offered herself as a sacrifice to his revenge, then he said, curtly: + </p> + <p> + “We do not war against women. You are as free to go as you were to come, + but you must not return.” + </p> + <p> + A dull fear began to chill the girl’s heart and to check her earnest + pleading: She felt that her words were making no impression on the silent + man seated before her, and this knowledge brought weak hesitation to her + tongue and faltering to her speech. In despair she wrung her hands and + cried: “Oh, my Lord, my Lord, think of your own son held at the mercy of + an enemy. Think of him as a young man just the age of your prisoner, at a + time when life is sweetest to him! Think, think, I beg of you——” + </p> + <p> + The Count roused himself like a lion who had been disturbed, and cried in + a voice that resounded hoarsely from the rafters of the arched roof, + startling the Countess with the unaccustomed fierceness of its tone: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I will think of him—of my only son in the clutch of his bitter + foe, and I thank you for reminding me of him, little as I have for these + long years needed spur to my remembrance. Bring in the prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + When Wilhelm was brought in, heavy manacles on his wrists, walking between + the men who guarded him, Elsa looked from judge to culprit, and her heart + leaped with joy. Surely such blindness could not strike this whole + concourse that some one within that hall would not see that, here + confronted, stood father and son, on the face of one a frown of anger, on + the face of the other a frown of defiance, expressions almost identical, + the only difference being the thirty years that divided their ages. For a + few moments the young man did not distinguish Elsa in the throng, then a + glad cry of recognition escaped him, and the cloud cleared from his face + as if a burst of sunshine had penetrated the sombre-coloured windows and + had thrown its illuminating halo around his head. He spoke impetuously, + leaning forward: + </p> + <p> + “Elsa, Elsa, how came you here?” then, a shadow of concern crossing his + countenance, “you are not a prisoner, I trust?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, Wilhelm, I am here to beseech the clemency of the Count—” + </p> + <p> + “Not for me!” exclaimed the prisoner, defiantly, drawing himself up + proudly: “not for me, Elsa. You must never ask favour from a robber and a + coward like, Count von Schonburg, brave only in his own Judgment Hall.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Wilhelm, Wilhelm, have a care what you say, or you will break my + heart. And your proclamation is far from true. The Count is a brave man + who has time and again proved himself so, and my only hope is that he will + prove as merciful as he is undoubtedly courageous. Join your prayers with + mine, Wilhelm, and beg for mercy rather than justice.” + </p> + <p> + “I beg from no man, either mercy or justice. I am here, my Lord Count, + ready to receive whatever you care to bestow, and I ask you to make the + waiting brief for the sake of the women present, for I am I sure the + beautiful, white-haired lady there dislikes this traffic in men’s lives as + much as does my fair-haired cousin.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my lord Count, do not heed what he says; his words but show the + recklessness of youth; hold them not against him.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed I mean each word I say, and had I iron in my hand instead of round + my wrists, his Lordship would not sit so calmly facing me.” + </p> + <p> + Elsa, seeing how little she had accomplished with either man began to weep + helplessly, and the Count, who had not interrupted the colloquy, listening + unmoved to the contumely heaped upon him by the prisoner, now said to the + girl: + </p> + <p> + “Have you finished your questioning?” + </p> + <p> + Receiving no answer, he said to the prisoner after a pause: + </p> + <p> + “Why did you move against this castle?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I hoped to take it, burn it, and hang or behead its owner.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Wilhelm, Wilhelm!” wailed the girl. + </p> + <p> + “And, having failed, what do you expect?” + </p> + <p> + “To be hanged, or beheaded, depending on whether your Lordship is the more + expert with a cord or with an axe.” + </p> + <p> + “You called me a coward, and I might have retorted that in doing so you + took advantage of your position as prisoner, but setting that aside, and + speaking as man to man, what ground have you for such an accusation?” + </p> + <p> + “We cannot speak as man to man, for I am bound and you are free, but + touching the question of your cowardice, I have heard it said by those who + took part in the defence of my father’s castle, when you attacked it and + destroyed it, commanding a vastly superior force, my father leaped from + the wall and dared you to follow him. For a moment, they told me, it + seemed that you would accept the challenge, but you contented yourself + with calling on others to do what you feared to do yourself, and thus my + father, meeting no opposition from a man of his own rank, was compelled to + destroy the unfortunate serfs who stood in his way and, so cut out a path + to safety. In refusing to accept the plunge he took, you branded yourself + a coward, and once a toward always a coward.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Wilhelm,” cried Elsa, in deep distress at the young man’s lack of + diplomacy, while she could not but admire his ill-timed boldness, “speak + not so to the Count, for I am sure what you say is not true.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” growled Captain Conrad, “the young villain is more crafty than + we gave him credit for. Instead of a rope he will have a challenge from + the Count, and so die honourably like a man, in place of being strangled + like the dog he is.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear Wilhelm, for my sake, do not persist in this course, but throw + yourself on the mercy of the Count. Why retail here the irresponsible + gossip of a camp, which I am sure contains not a word of truth, so far as + the Count is concerned.” + </p> + <p> + Herbert of Schonburg held up his hand for silence, and made confession + with evident difficulty. + </p> + <p> + “What the young man says with harshness is true in semblance, if not + strictly so in action. For the moment, thinking of my wife and child, I + hesitated, and when the hesitation was gone the opportunity was gone with + it. My punishment has been severe; by that moment’s cowardice, I am now a + childless man, and therefore perhaps value my life less highly than I held + it at the time we speak of. Hear then, your sentence: You will be taken to + the top of the wall, the iron removed from your wrists, and your sword + placed in your hand. You will then leap from that wall, and if you are + unhurt, I will leap after you. Should your sword serve you as well as your + father’s served him, you will be free of the forest, and this girl is at + liberty to accompany you. I ask her now to betake herself to the field + outside the gate, there to await the result of our contest.” + </p> + <p> + At this there was an outcry on the part of Countess Beatrix, who protested + against her husband placing himself in this unnecessary jeopardy, but the + Count was firm and would permit no interference with his sentence. Elsa + was in despair at the unaccountable blindness of all concerned, not + knowing that the Count was convinced his son was dead, and that the + Countess thought continually of her boy as a child of four, taking no + account of the years that had passed, although her reason, had she applied + reason to that which touched her affections only, would have told her, he + must now be a stalwart young man and not the little lad she had last held + in her arms. For a moment Elsa wavered in her allegiance to the oath she + had taken, but she saw against the wall the great crucifix which had been + placed there by the first crusader who had returned to the castle from the + holy wars and she breathed a prayer as she passed it, that the heir of + this stubborn house might not be cut off in his youth through the + sightless rancour that seemed to pervade it. + </p> + <p> + The Count tried to persuade his weeping wife not to accompany him to the + walls, but she would not be left behind, and so, telling Conrad to keep + close watch upon her, in case that in her despair she might attempt to + harm herself, his lordship led the way to the battlements. + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm, at first jubilant that he was allowed to take part in a sword + contest rather than an execution, paused for a moment as he came to the + courtyard, and looked about him in a dazed manner, once or twice drawing + his hand across his eyes, as if to perfect his vision. Some seeing him + thus stricken silent and thoughtful, surmised that the young man was like + to prove more courageous in word than in action; others imagined that the + sudden coming from the semi-gloom of the castle interior into the bright + light dazzled him. The party climbed the flight of stone steps which led + far upward to the platform edged by the parapet from which the spring was + to be made. The young man walked up and down the promenade, unheeding + those around him, seeming like one in a dream, groping for something he + failed to find. The onlookers watched him curiously, wondering at his + change of demeanour. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he dropped his sword on the stones at his feet, held up his hands + and cried aloud: + </p> + <p> + “I have jumped from here before—when I was a lad—a baby almost—I + remember it all now—where am I—when was I here before—where + is my wooden sword—and where is Conrad, who made it—Conrad, + where are you?” + </p> + <p> + The captain was the first to realise what had happened. He stepped + hurriedly forward, scrutinising his late prisoner, the light of + recognition, in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “It is the young master,” he shouted. “My Lord Count, this is no kinsman + of the Outlaw, but your own son, a man grown.” + </p> + <p> + The Count stood amazed, as incapable of motion as a statue of stone; the + countess, gazing with dreamy eyes, seemed trying to adjust her inward + vision of the lad of four with the outward reality of the man of + twenty-one. In the silence rose the clear sweet voice of Elsa without the + walls, her face upturned like a painting of the Madonna, her hands clasped + in front of her. + </p> + <p> + “Dear Virgin Mother in Heaven, I thank thee that my prayer was not + unheard, and bear me witness that I have kept my oath—I have kept my + oath, and may Thy intervention show a proud and sinful people the + blackness of revenge.” + </p> + <p> + Count Herbert, rousing himself from his stupor, appealed loudly to the + girl. + </p> + <p> + “Woman, is this indeed my son, and, if so, why did you not speak before we + came to such extremity?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot answer. I have sworn an oath. If you would learn who stands + beside you, send a messenger to the Outlaw, saying you have killed him, as + indeed you purposed doing,” then stretching out her arms, she said, with + faltering voice: “Wilhelm, farewell,” and turning, fled toward the forest. + </p> + <p> + “Elsa, Elsa, come back!” the young man cried, foot on the parapet, but the + girl paid no heed to his commanding summons, merely waving her hand + without looking over her shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Elsa!” + </p> + <p> + The name rang out so thrillingly strange that its reverberation instantly + arrested the flying footsteps of the girl. Instinctively she knew it was + the voice of a man falling rapidly through the air. She turned in time to + see Wilhelm strike the ground, the impetus precipitating him prone on his + face, where he lay motionless. The cry of horror from the battlements was + echoed by her own as she sped swiftly toward him. The young man sprang to + his feet as she approached and caught her breathless in his arms. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Elsa,” he said, tenderly, “forgive me the fright I gave you, but I + knew of old your fleetness of foot, and if the forest once encircled you, + how was I ever to find you?” + </p> + <p> + The girl made no effort to escape from her imprisonment, and showed little + desire to exchange the embrace she endured for that of the forest. + </p> + <p> + “Though I should blush to say it, Wilhelm, I fear I am easily found, when + you are the searcher.” + </p> + <p> + “Then let old Schloss Schonburg claim you, Elsa, that the walls which + beheld a son go forth, may see a son and daughter return.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. — A CITY OF FEAR + </h2> + <p> + The Countess Beatrix von Schonburg warmly welcomed her lost son and her + newly-found daughter. The belief of Beatrix in Wilhelm’s ultimate return + had never wavered during all the long years of his absence, and although + she had to translate her dream of the child of four into a reality that + included a stalwart young man of twenty-one, the readjustment was speedily + accomplished. Before a week had passed it seemed to her delighted heart + that the boy had never left the castle. The Countess had liked Elsa from + the first moment when she saw her, ragged, unkempt and forlorn, among the + lowering, suspicious men-at-arms in the courtyard, and now that she knew + the dangers and the privations the girl had braved for the sake of + Wilhelm, the affectionate heart of Beatrix found ample room for the + motherless Elsa. + </p> + <p> + With the Count, the process of mental reconstruction was slower, not only + on account of his former conviction that his son was dead, but also + because of the deep distrust in which he held the Outlaw. He said little, + as was his custom, but often sat with brooding brows, intently regarding + his son, gloomy doubt casting a shadow over his stern countenance. Might + not this be a well-laid plot on the part of the Outlaw to make revenge + complete by placing a von Weithoff in the halls of Schonburg as master of + that ancient stronghold? The circumstances in which identity was + disclosed, although sufficient to convince every one else in the castle, + appeared at times to the Count but the stronger evidence of the Outlaw’s + craft and subtlety. If the young man were actually the son of von + Weithoff, then undoubtedly the Outlaw had run great risk of having him + hanged forthwith, but on the other hand, the prize to be gained, + comprising as it did two notable castles and two wide domains, was a stake + worth playing high for, and a stake which appealed strongly to a + houseless, landless man, with not even a name worth leaving to his son. + Thus, while the Countess lavished her affection on young Wilhelm, noticing + nothing of her husband’s distraction in this excessive happiness, Count + Herbert sat alone in the lofty Knight’s Hall, his elbows resting on the + table before him, his head buried in his hands, ruminating on the strange + transformation that had taken place, endeavouring to weigh the evidence <i>pro</i> + and <i>con</i> with the impartial mind of an outsider, becoming the more + bewildered the deeper he penetrated into the mystery. + </p> + <p> + It was in this despondent attitude that Elsa found him a few days after + the leap from the wall that had caused her return to Schonburg, a willing + captive. The Count did not look up when she entered, and the girl stood + for a few moments in silence near him. At last she spoke in a low voice, + hesitating slightly, nevertheless going with incisive directness into the + very heart of the problem that baffled Count Herbert. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, you do not believe that Wilhelm is indeed your son.” + </p> + <p> + The master of Schonburg raised his head slowly and looked searchingly into + the frank face of the girl, gloomy distrust reflected from his own + countenance. + </p> + <p> + “Were you sent by your uncle to allay my suspicion? + </p> + <p> + “No, my Lord. I thought that a hint of the truth being given, Nature would + come to the assistance of mutual recognition. Such has been the case + between my lady and her son, but I see that you are still unconvinced.” + </p> + <p> + “For my sins, I know something of the wickedness of this world, a + knowledge from which her purity has protected the Countess. You believe + that Wilhelm is my son?” + </p> + <p> + “I have never said so, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “What you did say was that you had taken an oath. You are too young and + doubtless too innocent to be a party to any plot, but you may have been + the tool of an unscrupulous man, who knew the oath would be broken when + the strain of a strong affection was brought to bear upon it.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet, my Lord, I kept my oath, although I saw my—my—” + </p> + <p> + The girl hesitated and blushed, but finally spoke up bravely: + </p> + <p> + “I saw my lover led to his destruction. If Wilhelm is my cousin, then did + his father take a desperate chance in trusting first, to my escape from + the camp, and second to my perjury. You endow him with more than human + foresight, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “He builded on your love for Wilhelm, which he had seen growing under his + eye before either you or the lad had suspicion of its existence. I know + the man, and he is a match for Satan, his master.” + </p> + <p> + “But Satan has been discomfited ere now by the angels of light, and even + by holy men, if legend tells truly. I have little knowledge of the world, + as you have said, but the case appears to me one of the simplest. If my + uncle wished the bitterest revenge on you, what could be more terrible + than cause you to be the executioner of your own son? The vengeance, + however, to be complete, depends on his being able to place before you + incontrovertible proof that you were the father of the victim. Send, + therefore, a messenger to him, one from Gudenfels, who knows nothing of + what has happened in this castle of Schonburg, and who is therefore unable + to disclose, even if forced to confess, that Wilhelm is alive. Let the + messenger inform my uncle that his son is no more, which is true enough, + and then await the Outlaw’s reply. And meanwhile let me venture to warn + you, my Lord, that it would be well to conceal your disbelief from + Wilhelm, for he is high-spirited, and if he gets but an inkling that you + distrust him, he will depart; for not all your possessions will hold your + son if he once learns that you doubt him, so you are like to find yourself + childless again, if your present mood masters you much longer.” + </p> + <p> + The Count drew a deep sigh, then roused himself and seemed to shake off + the influence that enchained him. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, my girl,” he cried, with something of the old ring in his + voice, “I shall do as you advise, and if this embassy results as you say, + you will ever find your staunchest friend in me.” + </p> + <p> + He held out his hand to Elsa, and departed to his other castle of + Gudenfels on the opposite side of the Rhine. From thence he sent a + messenger who had no knowledge of what was happening in Schonburg. + </p> + <p> + When at last the messenger returned from the Outlaw’s camp, he brought + with him a wailing woman and grim tidings that he feared to deliver. + Thrice his lordship demanded his account, the last time with such + sternness that the messenger quailed before him. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord,” he stammered at last, “a frightful thing has taken place—would + that I had died before it was told to me. The young man your lordship + hanged was no other than——’ + </p> + <p> + “Well, why do you pause? You were going to say he was my own son. What + proof does the Outlaw offer that such was indeed the case?” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! my Lord, the proof seems clear enough. Here with me is young Lord + Wilhelm’s nurse, whose first neglect led to his abduction, and who fled to + the forest after him, and was never found. She followed him to the + Outlaw’s camp, and was there kept prisoner by him until she was at last + given charge of the lad, under oath that she would teach him to forget who + he was, the fierce Outlaw threatening death to both woman and child were + his orders disobeyed. She has come willingly with me hoping to suffer + death now that one she loved more than son has died through her first + fault.” + </p> + <p> + Then to the amazement of the pallid messenger the Count laughed aloud and + called for Wilhelm, who, when he was brought, clasped the trembling old + woman in his arms, overjoyed to see her again and eager to learn news of + the camp. How was the stout Gottlieb? Had the messenger seen Captain + Heinrich? and so on. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my young Lord,” answered the overjoyed woman “there was such + turmoil in the camp that I was glad to be quit of it with unbroken bones. + When the Outlaw proclaimed that you were hanged, there was instant + rebellion among his followers, who thought that your capture was merely a + trick to be speedily amended, being intended to form a laughing matter to + your discomfiture when you returned. They swore they would have torn down + Schonburg with their bare hands rather than have left you in jeopardy, had + they known their retreat imperilled your life.” + </p> + <p> + “The brave lads!” cried the young man in a glow of enthusiasm, “and here + have I been maligning them for cowards! What was the outcome?” + </p> + <p> + “That I do not know, my Lord, being glad to escape from the ruffians with + unfractured head.” + </p> + <p> + The result of the embassy was speedily apparent at Schonburg. Two days + later, in the early morning, the custodians at the gate were startled by + the shrill Outlaw yell, which had on so many occasions carried terror with + it into the hearts of Rhine strongholds. + </p> + <p> + “Come out, Hangman of Schonburg!” they shouted, “come out, murderer of a + defenceless prisoner. Come out, before we drag you forth, for the rope is + waiting for your neck and the gallows tree is waiting for the rope.” + </p> + <p> + Count Herbert was first on the battlements, and curtly he commanded his + men not to launch bolt at the invaders, knowing the outlaws mistakenly + supposed him to be the executioner of their former comrade. A moment later + young Wilhelm himself appeared on the wall above the gate, and, lifting + his arms above his head raised a great shout of joy at seeing there + collected his old companions, calling this one or that by name as he + recognised them among the seething, excited throng. There was an instant’s + cessation of the clamour, then the outlaws sent forth a cheer that echoed + from all the hills around. They brandished their weapons aloft, and + cheered again and again, the garrison of the castle, now bristling along + the battlements, joining in the tumult with strident voices. Gottlieb + advanced some distance toward the gate, and holding up his hand for + silence addressed Wilhelm. + </p> + <p> + “Young master,” he cried, “we have deposed von Weithoff, and would have + hanged him, but that he escaped during the night, fled to Mayence and + besought protection of the Archbishop. If you will be our leader we will + sack Mayence and hang the Archbishop from his own cathedral tower.” + </p> + <p> + “That can I hardly do, Gottlieb, as a messenger has been sent to the + Archbishop asking him to come to Schonburg and marry Elsa to me. He might + take our invasion as an unfriendly act and refuse to perform the + ceremony.” + </p> + <p> + Gottlieb scratched his head as one in perplexity, seeing before him a + question of etiquette that he found difficult to solve. At last he said: + </p> + <p> + “What need of Archbishop? You and Elsa have been brought up among us, + therefore confer honour on our free company by being married by our own + Monk who has tied many a knot tight enough to hold the most wayward of our + band. The aisles of the mighty oaks are more grand than the cathedral at + Mayence or the great hall of Schonburg.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed I am agreed, if Elsa is willing. We will be married first in the + forest and then by the Archbishop in the great hall of Schonburg.” + </p> + <p> + “In such case there will be delay, for now that I bethink me, his Lordship + of Mayence has taken himself to Frankfort, where he is to meet the + Archbishops of Treves and Cologne who will presently journey to the + capital We were thinking of falling upon his reverence of Cologne as he + passed up the river, unless he comes with an escort too numerous for us, + which, alas! is most likely, so suspicious has the world grown.” + </p> + <p> + “You will be wise not to meddle with the princes of the Church, be their + escorts large or small.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, Master Wilhelm, be our leader, for we are likely to get into + trouble unless a man of quality is at our head.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm breathed a deep sigh and glanced sideways at his father, who stood + some distance off, leaning on his two-handed sword, a silent spectator of + the meeting. + </p> + <p> + “The free life of the forest is no more for me, Gottlieb. My duty is here + in the castle of my forefathers, much though I grieve to part with you.” + </p> + <p> + This decision seemed to have a depressing effect on the outlaws within + hearing. Gottlieb retired, and the band consulted together for a time, + then their spokesman again advanced. + </p> + <p> + “Some while since,” he began in dolorous tone, “we appealed to the Emperor + to pardon us, promising in such case to quit our life of outlawry and take + honest service with those nobles who needed stout blades, but his Majesty + sent reply that if we came unarmed to the capital and tendered submission, + he would be graciously pleased to hang a round dozen of us to be selected + by him, scourge the rest through the streets of Frankfort and so bestow + his clemency on such as survived. This imperial tender we did not accept, + as there was some uncertainty regarding whose neck should feel the rope + and whose back the scourge. While all were willing to admit that more than + a dozen of us sorely needed hanging, yet each man seemed loath to claim + precedence over his neighbour in wickedness, and desired, in some sort, a + voice in the selection of the victims. But if you will accept our + following, Master Wilhelm, we will repair at once to Frankfort and make + submission to his Majesty the Emperor. The remnant being well scourged, + will then return to Schonburg to place themselves under your command.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you willing then to hang for me, Gottlieb?” + </p> + <p> + “I hanker not after the hanging, but if hang we must, there is no man I + would rather hang for than Wilhelm, formerly of the forest, but now, alas! + of Schonburg. And so say they all without dissent, therefore the unanimity + must needs include the eleven other danglers.” + </p> + <p> + “Then draw nigh, all of you, to the walls and hear my decision.” + </p> + <p> + Gottlieb waving his arms, hailed the outlaws trooping to the walls, and, + his upraised hand bringing silence, Wilhelm spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Such sacrifice as you propose, I cannot accept, yet I dearly wish to lead + a band of men like you. Elsa and I shall be married by our ancient + woodland father in the forest and then by the Abbot of St. Werner in the + hall of Schonburg. We will make our wedding journey to Frankfort, and you + shall be our escort and our protectors.” + </p> + <p> + There was for some moments such cheering at this that the young man was + compelled to pause in his address, and then as the outcry was again and + again renewed, he looked about for the cause and saw that Elsa and his + mother had taken places on the balcony which overlooked the animated + scene. The beautiful girl had been recognised by the rebels and she waved + her hand in response to their shouting. + </p> + <p> + “We will part company,” resumed Wilhelm, “as near Frankfort as it is safe + for you to go, and my wife and I, accompanied by a score of men from this + castle, will enter the capital. I will beg your complete pardon from his + Majesty and if at first it is refused, I think Elsa will have better + success with the Empress, who may incline her imperial husband toward + clemency. All this I promise, providing I receive the consent and support + of my father, and I am not likely to be refused, for he already knows the + persuasive power of my dear betrothed when she pleads for mercy.” + </p> + <p> + “My consent and support I most willingly bestow,” said the Count, with a + fervour that left no doubt of his sincerity. + </p> + <p> + The double marriage was duly solemnised, and Wilhelm, with his newly-made + wife, completed their journey to Frankfort, escorted until almost within + sight of the capital by five hundred and twenty men, but they entered the + gates of the city accompanied by only the score of Schonburg men, the + remaining five hundred concealing themselves in the rough country, as they + well knew how to do. + </p> + <p> + Neither Wilhelm nor Elsa had ever seen a large city before, and silence + fell upon them as they approached the western gate, for they were coming + upon a world strange to them, and Wilhelm felt an unaccustomed elation + stir within his breast, as if he were on the edge of some adventure that + might have an important bearing on his future. Instead of passing + peaceably through the gate as he had expected, the cavalcade was halted + after the two had ridden under the gloomy stone archway, and the + portcullis was dropped with a sudden clang, shutting out the twenty riders + who followed. One of several officers who sat on a stone bench that + fronted the guard-house within the walls, rose and came forward. + </p> + <p> + “What is your name and quality?” he demanded, gruffly. + </p> + <p> + “I am Wilhelm, son of Count von Schonberg.” + </p> + <p> + “What is your business here in Frankfort?” + </p> + <p> + “My business relates to the emperor, and is not to be delivered to the + first underling who has the impudence to make inquiry,” replied Wilhelm in + a haughty tone, which could scarcely be regarded, in the circumstances, as + diplomatic. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, the answer did not seem to be resented, but rather appeared + to have a subduing effect on the questioner, who turned, as if for further + instruction, to another officer, evidently his superior in rank. The + latter now rose, came forward, doffing his cap, and said: + </p> + <p> + “I understand your answer better than he to whom it was given, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad there is one man of sense at a gate of the capital,” said + Wilhelm, with no relaxation of his dignity, but nevertheless bewildered at + the turn the talk had taken, seeing there was something underneath all + this which he did not comprehend, yet resolved to carry matters with a + high hand until greater clearness came to the situation. + </p> + <p> + “Will you order the portcullis raised and permit my men to follow me?” + </p> + <p> + “They are but temporarily detained until we decide where to quarter them, + my Lord. You know,” he added, lowering his voice, “the necessity for + caution. Are you for the Archbishop of Treves, of Cologne, or of Mayence?” + </p> + <p> + “I am from the district of Mayence, of course.” + </p> + <p> + “And are you for the archbishop?” + </p> + <p> + “For the archbishop certainly. He would have honoured me by performing our + marriage ceremony had he not been called by important affairs of state to + the capital, as you may easily learn by asking him, now that he is within + these walls.” + </p> + <p> + The officer bowed low with great obsequiousness and said: + </p> + <p> + “Your reply is more than sufficient, my Lord, and I trust you will pardon + the delay we have caused you. The men of Mayence are quartered in the + Leinwandhaus, where room will doubtless be made for your followers. + </p> + <p> + “It is not necessary for me to draw upon the hospitality of the good + Archbishop, as I lodge in my father’s town house near the palace, and + there is room within for the small escort I bring.” + </p> + <p> + Again the officer bowed to the ground, and the portcullis being by this + time raised, the twenty horsemen came clattering under the archway, and + thus, without further molestation, they arrived at the house of the Count + von Schonburg. + </p> + <p> + “Elsa,” said Wilhelm, when they were alone in their room, “there is + something wrong in this city. Men look with fear one upon another, and + pass on hurriedly, as if to avoid question. Others stand in groups at the + street corners and speak in whispers, glancing furtively over their + shoulders.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps that is the custom in cities,” replied Elsa. + </p> + <p> + “I doubt it. I have heard that townsmen are eager for traffic, inviting + all comers to buy, but here most of the shops are barred, and no customers + are solicited. They seem to me like people under a cloud of fear. What can + it be?” + </p> + <p> + “We are more used to the forest path than to city streets, Wilhelm. They + will all become familiar to us in a day or two, yet I feel as if I could + not get a full breath in these narrow streets and I long for the trees + already, but perhaps content will come with waiting.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis deeper than that. There is something ominous in the air. Noted you + not the questioning at the gate and its purport? They asked me if I + favoured Treves, or Cologne, or Mayence, but none inquired if I stood + loyal to the Emperor, yet I was entering his capital city of Frankfort.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you will learn all from the Emperor when you see him,” ventured + Elsa. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” said Wilhelm. + </p> + <p> + The chamberlain of the von Schonburg household, who had supervised the + arrangements for the reception of the young couple, waited upon his master + in the evening and informed him that the Emperor would not be visible for + some days to come. + </p> + <p> + “He has gone into retreat, in the cloisters attached to the cathedral, and + it is the imperial will that none disturb him on worldly affairs. Each day + at the hour when the court assembles at the palace, the Emperor hears + exhortation from the pious fathers in the Wahlkapelle of the cathedral; + the chapel in which emperors are elected; these exhortations pertaining to + the ruling of the land, which his majesty desires to govern justly and + well. + </p> + <p> + “An excellent intention,” commented the young man, with suspicion of + impatience in his tone, “but meanwhile, how are the temporal affairs of + the country conducted?” + </p> + <p> + “The Empress Brunhilda is for the moment the actual head of the state. + Whatever act of the ministers receives her approval, is sent by a monk to + the Emperor, who signs any document so submitted to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Were her majesty an ambitious woman, such transference of power might + prove dangerous.” + </p> + <p> + “She is an ambitious woman, but devoted to her husband, who, it perhaps + may be whispered, is more monk than king,” replied the chamberlain under + his breath. “Her majesty has heard of your lordship’s romantic adventures + and has been graciously pleased to command that you and her ladyship, your + wife, be presented to her to-morrow in presence of the court.” + </p> + <p> + “This is a command which it will be a delight to obey. But tell me, what + is wrong in this great town? There is a sinister feeling in the air; + uneasiness is abroad, or I am no judge of my fellow-creatures.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord, you have most accurately described the situation. No man + knows what is about to happen. The gathering of the Electors is regarded + with the gravest apprehension. The Archbishop of Mayence, who but a short + time since crowned the Emperor at the great altar of the cathedral, is + herewith a thousand men at his back. The Count Palatine of the Rhine is + also within these walls with a lesser entourage. It is rumoured that his + haughty lordship, the Archbishop of Treves, will reach Frankfort + to-morrow, to be speedily followed by that eminent Prince of the Church, + the Archbishop of Cologne. Thus there will be gathered in the capital four + Electors, a majority of the college, a conjunction that has not occurred + for centuries, except on the death of an emperor, necessitating the + nomination and election of his successor.” + </p> + <p> + “But as the Emperor lives and there is no need of choosing another, + wherein lies the danger? + </p> + <p> + “The danger lies in the fact that the college has the power to depose as + well as to elect.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! And do the Electors threaten to depose?” + </p> + <p> + “No. Treves is much too crafty for any straight-forward statement of + policy. He is the brains of the combination, and has put forward Mayence + and the Count Palatine as the moving spirits, although it is well known + that the former is but his tool and the latter is moved by ambition to + have his imbecile son selected emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “Even if the worst befall, it seems but the substitution of a weak-minded + man for one who neglects the affairs of state, although I should think the + princes of the Church would prefer a monarch who is so much under the + influence of the monks.” + </p> + <p> + “The trouble is deeper than my imperfect sketch of the situation would + lead you to suppose, my Lord. The Emperor periodically emerges from his + retirement, promulgates some startling decree, unheeding the counsel of + any adviser, then disappears again, no man knowing what is coming next. Of + such a nature was his recent edict prohibiting the harrying of merchants + going down the Rhine and the Moselle, which, however just in theory, is + impracticable, for how are the nobles to reap revenue if such practices + are made unlawful? This edict has offended all the magnates of both + rivers, and the archbishops, with the Count Palatine, claim that their + prerogatives have been infringed, so they come to Frankfort ostensibly to + protest, while the Emperor in his cloister refuses to meet them. The other + three Electors hold aloof, as the edict touches them not, but they form a + minority which is powerless, even if friendly to the Emperor. Meanwhile + his majesty cannot be aroused to an appreciation of the crisis, but says + calmly that if it is the Lord’s will he remain emperor, emperor he will + remain.” + </p> + <p> + “Then at its limit, chamberlain, all we have to expect is a peaceful + deposition and election?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, my lord. The merchants of Frankfort are fervently loyal, to the + Emperor, who, they say, is the first monarch to give forth a just law for + their protection. At present the subtlety of Treves has nullified all + combined action on their part, for he has given out that he comes merely + to petition his over-lord, which privilege is well within his right, and + many citizens actually believe him, but others see that a majority of the + college will be within these walls before many days are past, and that the + present Emperor may be legally deposed and another legally chosen. Then if + the citizens object, they are rebels, while at this moment if they fight + for the Emperor they are patriots, so you see the position is not without + its perplexities, for the citizens well know that if they were to man the + walls and keep out Treves and Cologne, the Emperor himself would most + likely disclaim their interference, trusting as he does so entirely in + Providence that a short time since he actually disbanded the imperial + troops, much to the delight of the archbishops, who warmly commended his + action. And now, my Lord, if I may venture to tender advice unasked, I + would strongly counsel you to quit Frankfort as soon as your business here + is concluded, for I am certain that a change of government is intended. + All will be done promptly, and the transaction will be consummated before + the people are aware that such a step is about to be taken. The Electors + will meet in the Wahlzimmer or election room of the Romer and depose the + Emperor, then they will instantly select his successor, adjourn to the + Wahlkapelle and elect him. The Palatine’s son is here with his father, and + will be crowned at the high altar by the Archbishop of Mayence. The new + Emperor will dine with the Electors in the Kaisersaal and immediately + after show himself on the balcony to the people assembled in the Romerberg + below. Proclamation of his election will then be made, and all this need + not occupy more than two hours. The Archbishop of Mayence already controls + the city gates, which since the disbanding of the imperial troops have + been unguarded, and none can get in or out of the city without that + potentate’s permission. The men of Mayence are quartered in the centre of + the town, the Count Palatine’s troops are near the gate. Treves and + Cologne will doubtless command other positions, and thus between them they + will control the city. Numerous as the merchants and their dependents are, + they will have no chance against the disciplined force of the Electors, + and the streets of Frankfort are like to run with blood, for the nobles + are but too eager to see a sharp check given to the rising pretensions of + the mercantile classes, who having heretofore led peaceful lives, will + come out badly in combat, despite their numbers; therefore I beg of you, + my Lord, to withdraw with her Ladyship before this hell’s caldron is + uncovered.” + </p> + <p> + “Your advice is good, chamberlain, in so far as it concerns my wife, and I + will beg of her to retire to Schonburg, although I doubt if she will obey, + but, by the bones of Saint Werner which floated against the current of the + Rhine in this direction, if there must be a fray, I will be in the thick + of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, my Lord, that your house has always stood by the Archbishop of + Mayence.” + </p> + <p> + “It has stood by the Emperor as well, chamberlain.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Elsa was amazed by the magnificence of the Emperor’s court, when, + accompanied by her husband, she walked the length of the great room to + make obeisance before the throne. At first entrance she shrank timidly, + closer to the side of Wilhelm, trembling at the ordeal of passing, simply + costumed as she now felt herself to be, between two assemblages of haughty + knights and high-born dames, resplendent in dress, with the proud bearing + that pertained to their position in the Empire. Her breath came and went + quickly, and she feared that all courage would desert her before she + traversed the seemingly endless lane, flanked by the nobility of Germany, + which led to the royal presence. Wilhelm, unabashed, holding himself the + equal of any there, was not to be cowed by patronising glance, or scornful + gaze. The thought flashed through his mind: + </p> + <p> + “How can the throne fall, surrounded as it is by so many supporters?” + </p> + <p> + But when the approaching two saw the Empress, all remembrance of others + faded from their minds. Brunhilda was a woman of superb stature. She stood + alone upon the dais which supported the vacant throne, one hand resting + upon its carven arm. A cloak of imperial ermine fell gracefully from her + shapely shoulders and her slightly-elevated position on the platform added + height to her goddess-like tallness, giving her the appearance of towering + above every other person in the room, man or woman. The excessive pallor + of her complexion was emphasised by the raven blackness of her wealth of + hair, and the sombre midnight of her eyes; eyes with slumbering fire in + them, qualified by a haunted look which veiled their burning intensity. + Her brow was too broad and her chin too firm for a painter’s ideal of + beauty; her commanding presence giving the effect of majesty rather than + of loveliness. Deep lines of care marred the marble of her forehead, and + Wilhelm said to himself: + </p> + <p> + “Here is a woman going to her doom; knowing it; yet determined to show no + sign of fear and utter no cry for mercy.” + </p> + <p> + Every other woman there had eyes of varying shades of blue and gray, and + hair ranging from brown to golden yellow; thus the Empress stood before + them like a creature from another world. + </p> + <p> + Elsa was about to sink in lowly courtesy before the queenly woman when the + Empress came forward impetuously and kissed the girl on either cheek, + taking her by the hand. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, wild bird of the forest,” she cried, “why have you left the pure air + of the woods, to beat your innocent wings in this atmosphere of deceit! + And you, my young Lord, what brings you to Frankfort in these troublous + times? Have you an insufficiency of lands or of honours that you come to + ask augmentation of either?” + </p> + <p> + “I come to ask nothing for myself, your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “But to ask, nevertheless,” said Brunhilda, with a frown. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope I may live to see one man, like a knight of old, approach the foot + of the throne without a request on his lips. I thought you might prove an + exception, but as it is not so, propound your question?” + </p> + <p> + “I came to ask if my sword, supplemented by the weapons of five hundred + followers, can be of service to your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + The Empress seemed taken aback by the young man’s unexpected reply, and + for some moments she gazed at him searchingly in silence. + </p> + <p> + At last she said: + </p> + <p> + “Your followers are the men of Schonburg and Gudenfels, doubtless?” + </p> + <p> + “No, your Majesty. Those you mention, acknowledge my father as their + leader. My men were known as the Outlaws of the Hundsrück, who have + deposed von Weithoff, chosen me as their chief, and now desire to lead + honest lives.” + </p> + <p> + The dark eyes of the Empress blazed again. + </p> + <p> + “I see, my Lord, that you have quickly learned the courtier’s language. + Under proffer of service you are really demanding pardon for a band of + marauders.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm met unflinchingly the angry look of this imperious woman, and was + so little a courtier that he allowed a frown to add sternness to his brow. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty puts it harshly,” he said, “I merely petition for a stroke + of the pen which will add half a thousand loyal men to the ranks of the + Emperor’s supporters.” + </p> + <p> + Brunhilda pondered on this, then suddenly seemed to arrive at a decision. + Calling one of the ministers of state to her side, she said, peremptorily: + </p> + <p> + “Prepare a pardon for the Outlaws of the Hundsrück. Send the document at + once to the Emperor for signature, and then bring it to me in the Red + Room.” + </p> + <p> + The minister replied with some hesitation: + </p> + <p> + “I should have each man’s name to inscribe on the roll, otherwise every + scoundrel in the Empire will claim protection under the edict.” + </p> + <p> + “I can give you every man’s name,” put in Wilhelm, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “It is not necessary,” said the Empress. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty perhaps forgets,” persisted the minister, “that pardon has + already been proffered by the Emperor under certain conditions that + commended themselves to his imperial wisdom, and that the clemency so + graciously tendered was contemptuously refused.” + </p> + <p> + At this veiled opposition all the suspicion in Brunhilda’s nature turned + from Wilhelm to the high official, and she spoke to him in the tones of + one accustomed to prompt obedience. + </p> + <p> + “Prepare an unconditional pardon, and send it immediately to the Emperor + without further comment, either to him or to me.” + </p> + <p> + The minister bowed low and retired. The Empress dismissed the court, + detaining Elsa, and said to Wilhelm: + </p> + <p> + “Seek us half an hour later in the Red Room. Your wife I shall take with + me, that I may learn from her own lips the adventures which led to your + recognition as the heir of Schonburg, something of which I have already + heard. And as for your outlaws, send them word if you think they are + impatient to lead virtuous lives, which I take leave to doubt, that before + another day passes they need fear no penalty for past misdeed, providing + their future conduct escapes censure.” + </p> + <p> + “They are one and all eager to retrieve themselves in your Majesty’s + eyes!” + </p> + <p> + “Promise not too much, my young Lord, for they may be called upon to + perform sooner than they expect,” said Brunhilda, with a significant + glance at Wilhelm. + </p> + <p> + The young man left the imperial presence, overjoyed to know that his + mission had been successful. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. — THE PERIL OF THE EMPEROR + </h2> + <p> + Wilhelm awaited with impatience the passing of the half hour the Empress + had fixed as the period of his probation, for he was anxious to have the + signed pardon for the outlaws actually in his hand, fearing the intrigues + of the court might at the last moment bring about its withdrawal. + </p> + <p> + When the time had elapsed he presented himself at the door of the Red Room + and was admitted by the guard. He found the Empress alone, and she + advanced toward him with a smile on her face, which banished the former + hardness of expression. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me,” she said, “my seeming discourtesy in the Great Hall. I am + surrounded by spies, and doubtless Mayence already knows that your outlaws + have been pardoned, but that will merely make him more easy about the + safety of his cathedral town, especially as he holds Baron von Weithoff + their former leader. I was anxious that it should also be reported to him + that I had received you somewhat ungraciously. Your wife is to take up her + abode in the palace, as she refuses to leave Frankfort if you remain here. + She tells me the outlaws are brave men.” + </p> + <p> + “The bravest in the world, your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “And that they will follow you unquestioningly.” + </p> + <p> + “They would follow me to the gates of—” He paused, and added as if + in afterthought—“to the gates of Heaven.” + </p> + <p> + The lady smiled again. + </p> + <p> + “From what I have heard of them,” she said, “I feared their route lay in + another direction, but I have need of reckless men, and although I hand + you their pardon freely, it is not without a hope that they will see fit + to earn it.” + </p> + <p> + “Strong bodies and loyal souls, we belong to your Majesty. Command and we + will obey, while life is left us.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know the present situation of the Imperial Crown, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “I understand it is in jeopardy through the act of the Electors, who, it + is thought, will depose the Emperor and elect a tool of their own. I am + also aware that the Imperial troops have been disbanded, and that there + will be four thousand armed and trained men belonging to the Electors + within the walls of Frankfort before many days are past.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. What can five hundred do against four thousand?” + </p> + <p> + “We could capture the gates and prevent the entry of Treves and Cologne.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt that, for there are already two thousand troops obeying Mayence + and the Count Palatine now in Frankfort. I fear we must meet strength by + craft. The first step is to get your five hundred secretly into this city. + The empty barracks stand against the city wall; if you quartered your + score of Schonburg men there, they could easily assist your five hundred + to scale the wall at night, and thus your force would be at hand concealed + in the barracks without knowledge of the archbishops. Treves and his men + will be here to-morrow, before it would be possible for you to capture the + gates, even if such a design were practicable. I am anxious above all + things to avoid bloodshed, and any plan you have to propose must be + drafted with that end in view.” + </p> + <p> + “I will ride to the place where my outlaws are encamped on the Rhine, + having first quartered the Schonburg men in the barracks with instructions + regarding our reception. If the tales which the spies tell the Archbishop + of Mayence concerning my arrival and reception at court lead his lordship + to distrust me, he will command the guards at the gate not to re-admit me. + By to-morrow morning, or the morning after at latest, I expect to occupy + the barracks with five hundred and twenty men, making arrangement + meanwhile for the quiet provisioning of the place. When I have consulted + Gottlieb, who is as crafty as Satan himself, I shall have a plan to lay + before your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm took leave of the Empress, gave the necessary directions to the + men he left behind him, and rode through the western gate unmolested and + unquestioned. The outlaws hailed him that evening with acclamations that + re-echoed from the hills which surrounded them, and their cheers redoubled + when Wilhelm presented them with the parchment which made them once more + free citizens of the Empire. That night they marched in, five companies, + each containing a hundred men, and the cat’s task of climbing the walls of + Frankfort in the darkness before the dawn, merely gave a pleasant fillip + to the long tramp. Daylight, found them sound asleep, sprawling on the + floors of the huge barracks. + </p> + <p> + When Wilhelm explained the situation to Gottlieb the latter made light of + the difficulty, as his master expected he would. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis the easiest thing in the world,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “There are the Mayence men quartered in the Leinwandhaus. The men of + Treves are here, let us say, and the men of Cologne there. Very well, we + divide our company into four parties, as there is also the Count Palatine + to reckon with. We tie ropes round the houses containing these sleeping + men, set fire to the buildings all at the same time, and, pouf! burn the + vermin where they lie. The hanging of the four Electors after, will be + merely a job for a dozen of our men, and need not occupy longer than while + one counts five score.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Your plan has the merit of simplicity, Gottlieb, but it does not fall in + with the scheme of the Empress, who is anxious that everything be + accomplished legally and without bloodshed. But if we can burn them, we + can capture them, imprisonment being probably more to the taste of the + vermin, as you call them, than cremation, and equally satisfactory to us. + Frankfort prison is empty, the Emperor having recently liberated all + within it. The place will amply accommodate four thousand men. Treves has + arrived to-day with much pomp, and Cologne will be here to-morrow. + To-morrow night the Electors hold their first meeting in the election + chamber of the Romer. While they are deliberating, do you think you and + your five hundred could lay four thousand men by the heels and leave each + bound and gagged in the city prison with good strong bolts shot in on + them?” + </p> + <p> + “Look on it as already done, my Lord. It is a task that requires speed, + stealth and silence, rather than strength. The main point is to see that + no alarm is prematurely given, and that no fugitive from one company + escape to give warning to the others. We fall upon sleeping men, and if + some haste is used, all are tied and gagged before they are full awake.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Make what preparations are necessary, as this venture may be + wrecked through lack of a cord or a gag, so see that you have everything + at hand, for we cannot afford to lose a single trick. The stake, if we + fail, is our heads.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm sought the Empress to let her know that he had got his men safely + housed in Frankfort, and also to lay before her his plan for depositing + the Electors’ followers in prison. + </p> + <p> + Brunhilda listened to his enthusiastic recital in silence, then shook her + head slowly. + </p> + <p> + “How can five hundred men hope to pinion four thousand?” she asked. “It + needs but one to make an outcry from an upper window, and, such is the + state of tension in Frankfort at the present moment that the whole city + will be about your ears instantly, thus bringing forth with the rest the + comrades of those you seek to imprison.” + </p> + <p> + “My outlaws are tigers, your Majesty. The Electors’ men will welcome + prison, once the Hundsrückers are let loose on them.” + </p> + <p> + “Your outlaws may understand the ways of the forest, but not those of a + city.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, your Majesty, they have sacked Coblentz, if that is any + recommendation for them.” + </p> + <p> + The reply of the Empress seemed irrelevant. + </p> + <p> + “Have you ever seen the hall in which the Emperors are nominated—or + deposed?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “No, your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “Then follow me.” + </p> + <p> + The lady led him along a passage that seemed interminable, then down a + narrow winding stair, through a vaulted tunnel, the dank air of which + struck so cold and damp that the young man felt sure it was subterranean; + lastly up a second winding stair, at the top of which, pushing aside some + hanging tapestry, they stood within the noble chamber known as the + Wahlzimmer. The red walls were concealed by hanging tapestry, the rich + tunnel groining of the roof was dim in its lofty obscurity. A long table + occupied the centre of the room, with three heavily-carved chairs on + either side, and one, as ponderous as a throne, at the head. + </p> + <p> + “There,” said the Empress, waving her hand, “sit the seven Electors when a + monarch of this realm is to be chosen. There, to-morrow night will sit a + majority of the Electoral College. In honour of this assemblage I have + caused these embroidered webs to be hung round the walls, so you see, I, + too, have a plan. Through this secret door which the Electors know nothing + of, I propose to admit a hundred of your men to be concealed behind the + tapestry. My plan differs from yours in that I determine to imprison four + men, while you would attempt to capture four thousand; I consider + therefore that my chances of success, compared with yours, are as a + thousand to one. I strike at the head; you strike at the body. If I + paralyse the head, the body is powerless.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm knit his brows, looked around the room, but made no reply. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” cried the Empress, impatiently, “I have criticised your plan; + criticise mine if you find a flaw in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it your Majesty’s intention to have the men take their places behind + the hangings before the archbishops assemble?” + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will precipitate a conflict before all the Electors are here, + for it is certain that the first prince to arrive will have the place + thoroughly searched for spies. So momentous a meeting will never be held + until all fear of eavesdroppers is allayed.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true, Wilhelm,” said the Empress with a sigh, “then there is + nothing left but your project; which I fear will result in a mêlée and + frightful slaughter.” + </p> + <p> + “I propose, your Majesty, that we combine the two plans. We will imprison + as many as may be of the archbishops’ followers and then by means of the + secret stairway surround their lordships.” + </p> + <p> + “But they will, in the silence of the room, instantly detect the incoming + of your men.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, if the panel which conceals the stair, work smoothly. My men are + like cats, and their entrance and placement will not cause the most timid + mouse to cease nibbling.” + </p> + <p> + “The panel is silent enough, and it may be that your men will reach their + places without betraying their presence to the archbishops, but it would + be well to instruct your leaders that in case of discovery they are to + rush forward, without waiting for your arrival or mine, hold the door of + the Wahlzimmer at all hazards, and see that no Elector escapes. I am firm + in my belief that once the persons of the archbishops are secured, this + veiled rebellion ends, whether you imprison your four thousand or not, for + I swear by my faith that if their followers raise a hand against me, I + will have the archbishops slain before their eyes, even though I go down + in disaster the moment after.” + </p> + <p> + The stern determination of the Empress would have inspired a less devoted + enthusiast than Wilhelm. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. + </p> + <p> + “There will be no disaster to the Empress,” he said, fervently. + </p> + <p> + They retired into the palace by the way they came, carefully closing the + concealed panel behind them. + </p> + <p> + As Wilhelm passed through the front gates of the Palace to seek Gottlieb + at the barracks, he pondered over the situation and could not conceal from + himself the fact that the task he had undertaken was almost impossible of + accomplishment. It was an unheard of thing that five hundred men should + overcome eight times their number and that without raising a disturbance + in so closely packed a city as Frankfort, where, as the Empress had said, + the state of tension was already extreme. But although he found that the + pessimism of the Empress regarding his project was affecting his own + belief in it, he set his teeth resolutely and swore that if it failed it + would not be through lack of taking any precaution that occurred to him. + </p> + <p> + At the barracks he found Gottlieb in high feather. The sight of his + cheerful, confident face revived the drooping spirits of the young man. + </p> + <p> + “Well, master,” he cried, the freedom of outlawry still in the abruptness + of his speech, “I have returned from a close inspection of the city.” + </p> + <p> + “A dangerous excursion,” said Wilhelm. “I trust no one else left the + barracks.” + </p> + <p> + “Not another man, much as they dislike being housed, but it was necessary + some one should know where our enemies are placed. The Archbishop of + Treves, with an assurance that might have been expected of him, has + stalled his men in the cathedral, no less, but a most excellent place for + our purposes. A guard at each door, and there you are. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, he has selected the cathedral not because of his assurance, but to + intercept any communication with the Emperor, who is in the cloisters + attached to it, and doubtless his lordship purposes to crown the new + emperor before daybreak at the high altar. The design of the archbishop is + deeper than appears on the surface, Gottlieb. His men in the cathedral + gives him possession of the Wahlkapelle where emperors are elected, after + having been nominated in the Wahlzimmer. His lordship has a taste for + doing things legally. Where are the men of Cologne?” + </p> + <p> + “In a church also; the church of St. Leonhard on the banks of the Main. + That is as easily surrounded and is as conveniently situated as if I had + selected it myself. The Count Palatine’s men are in a house near the + northern gate, a house which has no back exit, and therefore calls but for + the closing of a street. Nothing could be better.” + </p> + <p> + “But the Drapers’ Hall which holds the Mayence troops, almost adjoins the + cathedral. Is there not a danger in this circumstance that a turmoil in + the one may be heard in the other?” + </p> + <p> + “No, because we have most able allies.” + </p> + <p> + “What? the townsmen? You have surely taken none into your confidence, + Gottlieb?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, my Lord. Our good copartners are none other than the archbishops + themselves. It is evident they expect trouble to-morrow, but none + to-night. Orders have been given that all their followers are to get a + good night’s rest, each man to be housed and asleep by sunset. The men of + both Treves and Cologne are tired with their long and hurried march and + will sleep like the dead. We will first attack the men of Mayence + surrounding the Leinwandhaus, and I warrant you that no matter what noise + there is, the Treves people will not hear. Then being on the spot, we + will, when the Mayence soldiers are well bound, tie up those in the + cathedral. I purpose if your lordship agrees to leave our bound captives + where they are, guarded by a sufficient number of outlaws, in case one + attempts to help the other, until we have pinioned those of Cologne and + the Count Palatine. When this is off our minds we can transport all our + prisoners to the fortress at our leisure.” + </p> + <p> + Thus it was arranged, and when night fell on the meeting of the Electors, + so well did Gottlieb and his men apply themselves to the task that before + an hour had passed the minions of the Electors lay packed in heaps in the + aisles and the rooms where they lodged, to be transported to the prison at + the convenience of their captors. + </p> + <p> + Many conditions favoured the success of the seemingly impossible feat. + Since the arrival of the soldiery there had been so many night brawls in + the streets that one more or less attracted little attention, either from + the military or from the civilians. The very boldness and magnitude of the + scheme was an assistance to it. Then the stern cry of “<i>In the name of + the Emperor!</i>” with which the assaulters once inside cathedral, church + or house, fell upon their victims, deadened opposition, for the common + soldiers, whether enlisted by Treves, Cologne, or Mayence, knew that the + Emperor was over all, and they had no inkling of the designs of their + immediate masters. Then, as Gottlieb had surmised, the extreme fatigue of + the followers of Treves and Cologne, after their toilsome march from their + respective cities, so overcame them that many went to sleep when being + conveyed from church and cathedral to prison. There was some resistance on + the part of officers, speedily quelled by the victorious woodlanders, but + aside from this there were few heads broken, and the wish of the Empress + for a bloodless conquest was amply fulfilled. + </p> + <p> + Two hours after darkness set in, Gottlieb, somewhat breathless, saluted + his master at the steps of the palace and announced that the followers of + the archbishops and the Count Palatine were behind bars in the Frankfort + prison, with a strong guard over them to discourage any attempt at + jailbreaking. When Wilhelm led his victorious soldiery silently up the + narrow secret stair, pushed back, with much circumspection and caution, + the sliding panel, listened for a moment to the low murmur of their + lordships’ voices, waited until each of his men had gone stealthily behind + the tapestry, listened again and still heard the drone of speech, he + returned as he came, and accompanied by a guard of two score, escorted the + Empress to the broad public stairway that led up one flight to the door of + the Wahlzimmer. The two sentinels at the foot of the stairs crossed their + pikes to bar the entrance of Brunhilda, but they were overpowered and + gagged so quickly and silently that their two comrades at the top had no + suspicion of what was going forward until they had met a similar fate. The + guards at the closed door, more alert, ran forward, only to be carried + away with their fellow-sentinels. Wilhelm, his sword drawn, pushed open + the door and cried, in a loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “My Lords, I am commanded to announce to you that her Majesty the Empress + honours you with her presence.” + </p> + <p> + It would have been difficult at that moment to find four men in all + Germany more astonished than were the Electors. They saw the young man who + held open the door, bow low, then the stately lady so sonorously announced + come slowly up the hall and stand silently before them. Wilhelm closed the + door and set his back against it, his naked sword still in his right hand. + Three of the Electors were about to rise to their feet, but a motion of + the hand by the old man of Treves, who sat the head of the table, checked + them. + </p> + <p> + “I have come,” said the Empress in a low voice, but distinctly heard in + the stillness of the room, “to learn why you are gathered here in + Frankfort and in the Wahlzimmer, where no meeting has taken place for + three hundred years, except on the death of an emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” said the Elector of Treves, leaning back in his chair and + placing the tips of his fingers together before him, “all present have the + right to assemble in this hall unquestioned, with the exception of + yourself and the young man who erroneously styled you Empress, with such + unnecessary flourish, as you entered. You are the wife of our present + Emperor, but under the Salic law no woman can occupy the German throne. If + flatterers have misled you by bestowing a title to which you have no + claim, and if the awe inspired by that spurious appellation has won your + admission past ignorant guards who should have prevented your approach, I + ask that you will now withdraw, and permit us to resume deliberations that + should not have been interrupted.” + </p> + <p> + “What is the nature of those deliberations, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “The question is one improper for you to ask. To answer it would be to + surrender our rights as Electors of the Empire. It is enough for you to be + assured, madame, that we are lawfully assembled, and that our purposes are + strictly legal.” + </p> + <p> + “You rest strongly on the law, my Lord, so strongly indeed that were I a + suspicious person I might surmise that your acts deserved strict scrutiny. + I will appeal to you, then, in the name of the law. Is it the law of this + realm that he who directly or indirectly conspires against the peace and + comfort of his emperor is adjudged a traitor, his act being punishable by + death?” + </p> + <p> + “The law stands substantially as you have cited it, madame, but its + bearing upon your presence in this room is, I confess, hidden from me.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall endeavour to enlighten you, my Lord. Are you convened here to + further the peace and comfort of his Majesty the Emperor?” + </p> + <p> + “We devoutly trust so, madame. His Majesty is so eminently fitted for a + cloister, rather than for domestic bliss or the cares of state, that we + hope to pleasure him by removing all barriers in his way to a monastery.” + </p> + <p> + “Then until his Majesty is deposed you are, by your own confession, + traitors.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, madame, but the law regarding traitors which you quoted with + quite womanly inaccuracy, and therefore pardonable, does not apply to + eight persons within this Empire, namely, the seven Electors and the + Emperor himself.” + </p> + <p> + “I have been unable to detect the omission you state, my Lord. There are + no exceptions, as I read the law.” + </p> + <p> + “The exceptions are implied, madame, if not expressly set down, for it + would be absurd to clothe Electors with a power in the exercise of which + they would constitute themselves traitors. But this discussion is as + painful as it is futile, and therefore it must cease. In the name of the + Electoral College here in session assembled, I ask you to withdraw, + madame.” + </p> + <p> + “Before obeying your command, my Lord Archbishop, there is another point + which I wish to submit to your honourable body, so learned in the law. I + see three vacant chairs before me, and I am advised that it is illegal to + depose an emperor unless all the members of the college are present and + unanimous.” + </p> + <p> + “Again you have been misinformed. A majority of the college elects; a + majority can depose, and in retiring to private life, madame, you have the + consolation of knowing that your intervention prolonged your husband’s + term of office by several minutes. For the third time I request you to + leave this room, and if you again refuse I shall be reluctantly compelled + to place you under arrest. Young man, open the door and allow this woman + to pass through.” + </p> + <p> + “I would have you know, my Lord,” said Wilhelm, “that I am appointed + commander of the imperial forces, and that I obey none but his Majesty the + Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “I understood that the Emperor depended upon the Heavenly Hosts,” said the + Archbishop, with the suspicion of a smile on his grim lips. + </p> + <p> + “It does not become a prince of the Church to sneer at Heaven or its + power,” said the Empress, severely. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing was further from my intention, madame, but you must excuse me if + I did not expect to see the Heavenly Hosts commanded by a young man so + palpably German. Still all this is aside from the point. Will you retire, + or must I reluctantly use force?” + </p> + <p> + “I advise your lordship not to appeal to force.” + </p> + <p> + The old man of Treves rose slowly to his feet, an ominous glitter in his + eyes. He stood for some minutes regarding angrily the woman before him, as + if to give her time to reconsider her stubborn resolve to hold her ground. + Then raising his voice the Elector cried: + </p> + <p> + “Men of Treves! enter!” + </p> + <p> + While one might count ten, dense silence followed this outcry, the seated + Electors for the first time glancing at their leader with looks of + apprehension. + </p> + <p> + “Treves! Treves! Treves!” + </p> + <p> + That potent name reverberated from the lips of its master, who had never + known its magic to fail in calling round him stout defenders, and who + could not yet believe that its power should desert him at this juncture. + Again there was no response. + </p> + <p> + “As did the prophet of old, ye call on false gods.” + </p> + <p> + The low vibrant voice of the Empress swelled like the tones of a rich + organ as the firm command she had held over herself seemed about to + depart. + </p> + <p> + “Lord Wilhelm, give them a name, that carries authority in its sound.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm strode forward from the door, raised his glittering sword high + above his head and shouted: + </p> + <p> + “THE EMPEROR! Cheer, ye woodland wolves!” + </p> + <p> + With a downward sweep of his sword, he cut the two silken cords which, + tied to a ring near the door, held up the tapestry. The hangings fell + instantly like the drop curtain of a theatre, its rustle overwhelmed in + the vociferous yell that rang to the echoing roof. + </p> + <p> + “Forward! Close up your ranks!” + </p> + <p> + With simultaneous movement the men stepped over the folds on the floor and + stood shoulder to shoulder, an endless oval line of living warriors, + surrounding the startled group in the centre of the great hall. + </p> + <p> + “Aloft, rope-men.” + </p> + <p> + Four men, with ropes wound round their bodies, detached themselves from + the circle, and darting to the four corners of the room, climbed like + squirrels until they reached the tunnelled roofing, where, making their + way to the centre with a dexterity that was marvellous, they threw their + ropes over the timbers and came spinning down to the floor, like gigantic + spiders, each suspended on his own line. The four men, looped nooses in + hand, took up positions behind the four Electors, all of whom were now on + their feet. Wilhelm saluted the Empress, bringing the hilt of his sword to + his forehead, and stepped back. + </p> + <p> + The lady spoke: + </p> + <p> + “My Lords, learned in the law, you will perhaps claim with truth that + there is no precedent for hanging an Electoral College, but neither is + there precedent for deposing an Emperor. It is an interesting legal point + on which we shall have definite opinion pronounced in the inquiry which + will follow the death of men so distinguished as yourselves, and if it + should be held that I have exceeded my righteous authority in thus + pronouncing sentence upon you as traitors, I shall be nothing loath to + make ample apology to the state.” + </p> + <p> + “Such reparation will be small consolation to us, your Majesty,” said the + Archbishop of Cologne, speaking for the first time. “My preference is for + an ante-mortem rather than a post-mortem adjustment of the law. My + colleague of Treves, in the interests of a better understanding, I ask you + to destroy the document of deposition, which you hold in your hand, and + which I beg to assure her Majesty, is still unsigned.” + </p> + <p> + The trembling fingers of the Archbishop of Treves proved powerless to tear + the tough parchment, so he held it for a moment until it was consumed in + the flame of a taper which stood on the table. + </p> + <p> + “And now, your Majesty, speaking entirely for myself, I give you my word + as a prince of the Church and a gentlemen of the Empire, that my vote as + an Elector will always be against the deposition of the Emperor, for I am + convinced that imperial power is held in firm and capable hands.” + </p> + <p> + The great prelate of Cologne spoke as one making graceful concession to a + lady, entirely uninfluenced by the situation in which he so unexpectedly + found himself. A smile lit up the face of the Empress as she returned his + deferential bow. + </p> + <p> + “I accept your word with pleasure, my Lord, fully assured that, once + given, it will never be tarnished by any mental reservation.” + </p> + <p> + “I most cordially associate myself with my brother of Cologne and take the + same pledge,” spoke up his Lordship of Mayence. + </p> + <p> + The Count Palatine of the Rhine moistened his dry lips and said: + </p> + <p> + “I was misled by ambition, your Majesty, and thus in addition to giving + you my word, I crave your imperial pardon as well.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop of Treves sat in his chair like a man collapsed. He had + made no movement since the burning of the parchment. All eyes were turned + upon him in the painful stillness. With visible effort he enunciated in + deep voice the two words: “And I.” + </p> + <p> + The face of the Empress took on a radiance that had long been absent from + it. + </p> + <p> + “It seems, my Lords, that there has been merely a slight misunderstanding, + which a few quiet words and some legal instruction has entirely + dissipated. To seal our compact, I ask you all to dine with me to-morrow + night, when I am sure it will afford intense gratification to prelates so + pious as yourselves to send a message to his Majesty the Emperor, + informing him that his trust in Providence has not been misplaced.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. — THE NEEDLE DAGGER + </h2> + <p> + Wilhelm Von Schonburg, Commander of the Imperial Forces at Frankfort, + applied himself to the task of building up an army round his nucleus of + five hundred with all the energy and enthusiasm of youth. He first put + parties of trusty men at the various city gates so that he might control, + at least in a measure, the human intake and output of the city. The power + which possession of the gates gave him he knew to be more apparent than + real, for Frankfort was a commercial city, owing its prosperity to + traffic, and any material interference with the ebb or flow of travel had + a depressing influence on trade. If the Archbishops meant to keep their + words given to the Empress, all would be well, but of their good faith + Wilhelm had the gravest doubts. It would be impossible to keep secret the + defeat of their Lordships, when several thousands of their men lay immured + in the city prison. The whole world would thus learn sooner or later that + the great Princes of the Church had come to shear and had departed shorn; + and this blow to their pride was one not easily forgiven by men so haughty + and so powerful as the prelates of Treves, Mayence and Cologne. Young as + he was, Wilhelm’s free life in the forest, among those little accustomed + to control the raw passions of humanity, had made him somewhat a judge of + character, and he had formed the belief that the Archbishop of Cologne, + was a gentleman, and would keep his word, that the Archbishop of Treves + would have no scruple in breaking his, while the Archbishop of Mayence + would follow the lead of Treves. This suspicion he imparted to the Empress + Brunhilda, but she did not agree with him, believing that all three, with + the Count Palatine, would hereafter save their heads by attending strictly + to their ecclesiastical business, leaving the rule of the Empire in the + hands which now held it. + </p> + <p> + “Cologne will not break the pledge he has given me,” she said; “of that I + am sure. Mayence is too great an opportunist to follow an unsuccessful + leader; and the Count Palatine is too great a coward to enter upon such a + dangerous business as the deposing of an emperor who is <i>my</i> husband. + Besides, I have given the Count Palatine a post at Court which requires + his constant presence in Frankfort, and so I have him in some measure a + prisoner. The Electors are powerless if even one of their number is a + defaulter, so what can Treves do, no matter how deeply his pride is + injured, or how bitterly he thirsts for revenge? His only resource is + boldly to raise the flag of rebellion and march his troops on Frankfort. + He is too crafty a man to take such risk or to do anything so open. For + this purpose he must set about the collection of an army secretly, while + we may augment the Imperial troops in the light of day. So, unless he + strikes speedily, we will have a force that will forever keep him in awe.” + </p> + <p> + This seemed a reasonable view, but it only partly allayed the + apprehensions of Wilhelm. He had caught more than one fierce look of + hatred directed toward him by the Archbishop of Treves, since the meeting + in the Wahlzimmer, and the regard of his Lordship of Mayence had been + anything but benign. These two dignitaries had left Frankfort together, + their way lying for some distance in the same direction. Wilhelm liberated + their officers, and thus the two potentates had scant escort to their + respective cities. Their men he refused to release, which refusal both + Treves and Mayence accepted with bad grace, saying the withholding cast an + aspersion on their honour. This example was not followed by the suave + Archbishop of Cologne, who departed some days after his colleagues. He + laughed when Wilhelm informed him that his troops would remain in + Frankfort, and said he would be at the less expense in his journey down + the Rhine, as his men were gross feeders. + </p> + <p> + Being thus quit of the three Archbishops, the question was what to do with + their three thousand men. It was finally resolved to release them by + detachments, drafting into the Imperial army such as were willing so to + serve and take a special oath of allegiance to the Emperor, allowing those + who declined to enlist to depart from the city in whatever direction + pleased them, so that they went away in small parties. It was found, + however, that the men cared little for whom they fought, providing the pay + was good and reasonably well assured. Thus the Imperial army received many + recruits and the country round Frankfort few vagrants. + </p> + <p> + The departed Archbishops made no sign, the Count Palatine seemed engrossed + with his duties about the Court, the army increased daily and life went on + so smoothly that Wilhelm began to cease all questioning of the future, + coming at last to believe that the Empress was right in her estimate of + the situation. He was in this pleasing state of mind when an incident + occurred which would have caused him greater anxiety than it did had he + been better acquainted with the governing forces of his country. On + arising one morning he found on the table of his room a parchment, held in + place by a long thin dagger of peculiar construction. His first attention + was given to the weapon and not to the scroll. The blade was extremely + thin and sharp at the point, and seemed at first sight to be so + exceedingly frail as to be of little service in actual combat, but a + closer examination proved that it was practically unbreakable, and of a + temper so fine that nothing made an impression on its keen edge. Held at + certain angles, the thin blade seemed to disappear altogether and leave + the empty hilt in the hand. The hilt had been treated as if it were a + crucifix, and in slightly raised relief there was a figure of Christ, His + outstretched arms extending along the transverse guard. On the opposite + side of the handle were the sunken letters “S. S. G. G.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm fingered this dainty piece of mechanism curiously, wondering where + it was made. He guessed Milan as the place of its origin, knowing enough + of cutlery to admire the skill and knowledge of metallurgy that had gone + to its construction, and convinced as he laid it down that it was foreign. + He was well aware that no smith in Germany could fashion a lancet so + exquisitely tempered. He then turned his attention to the document which + had been fastened to the table by this needle-like stiletto. At the top of + the parchment were the same letters that had been cut in the handle of the + dagger. + </p> + <h3> + <i>S. S. G. G.</i> + </h3> + <p> + <i>First warning. Wear this dagger thrust into your doublet over the + heart, and allow him who accosts you, fearing nothing if your heart be + true and loyal. In strict silence safety lies</i>. + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm laughed. + </p> + <p> + “It is some lover’s nonsense of Elsa’s,” he said to himself. “‘If your + heart be true and loyal,’ that is a woman’s phrase and nothing else.” + </p> + <p> + Calling his wife, he held out the weapon to her and said: + </p> + <p> + “Where did you get this, Elsa? I would be glad to know who your armourer + is, for I should dearly love to provide my men with weapons of such + temper.” + </p> + <p> + Elsa looked alternately at the dagger and at her husband, bewildered. + </p> + <p> + “I never saw it before, nor anything like it,” she replied. “Where did you + find it? It is so frail it must be for ornament merely.” + </p> + <p> + “Its frailness is deceptive. It is a most wonderful instrument, and I + should like to know where it comes from. I thought you had bought it from + some armourer and intended me to wear it as a badge of my office. Perhaps + it was sent by the Empress. The word ‘loyalty’ seems to indicate that, + though how it got into this room and on this table unknown to me is a + mystery.” + </p> + <p> + Elsa shook her head as she studied the weapon and the message critically. + </p> + <p> + “Her Majesty is more direct than this would indicate. If she had aught to + say to you she would say it without ambiguity. Do you intend to wear the + dagger as the scroll commands?” + </p> + <p> + “If I thought it came from the Empress I should, not otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + “You may be assured some one else has sent it. Perhaps it is intended for + me,” and saying this Elsa thrust the blade of the dagger through the thick + coil of her hair and turned coquettishly so that her husband might judge + of the effect. + </p> + <p> + “Are you ambitious to set a new fashion to the Court, Elsa?” asked + Wilhelm, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “No; I shall not wear it in public, but I will keep the dagger if I may.” + </p> + <p> + Thus the incident passed, and Wilhelm gave no more thought to the + mysterious warning. His duties left him little time for meditation during + the day, but as he returned at night from the barracks his mind reverted + once more to the dagger, and he wondered how it came without his knowledge + into his private room. His latent suspicion of the Archbishops became + aroused again, and he pondered on the possibility of an emissary of theirs + placing the document on his table. He had given strict instructions that + if any one supposed to be an agent of their lordships presented himself at + the gates he was to be permitted to enter the city without hindrance, but + instant knowledge of such advent was to be sent to the Commander, which + reminded him that he had not seen Gottlieb that day, this able lieutenant + having general charge of all the ports. So he resolved to return to the + barracks and question his underling regarding the recent admittances. + Acting instantly on this determination, he turned quickly and saw before + him a man whom he thought he recognised by his outline in the darkness as + von Brent, one of the officers of Treves whom he had released, and who had + accompanied the Archbishop on his return to that city. The figure, + however, gave him no time for a closer inspection, and, although evidently + taken by surprise, reversed his direction, making off with speed down the + street. Wilhelm, plucking sword from scabbard, pursued no less fleetly. + The scanty lighting of the city thoroughfares gave advantage to the + fugitive, but Wilhelm’s knowledge of the town was now astonishingly + intimate, considering the short time he had been a resident, and his + woodlore, applied to the maze of tortuous narrow alleys made him a hunter + not easily baffled. He saw the flutter of a cloak as its wearer turned + down a narrow lane, and a rapid mental picture of the labyrinth + illuminating his mind, Wilhelm took a dozen long strides to a corner and + there stood waiting. A few moments later a panting man with cloak + streaming behind him came near to transfixing himself on the point of the + Commander’s sword. The runner pulled himself up with a gasp and stood + breathless and speechless. + </p> + <p> + “I tender you good-evening, sir,” said Wilhelm, civilly, “and were I not + sure of your friendliness, I should take it that you were trying to avoid + giving me salutation.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not recognise you, my Lord, in the darkness.” + </p> + <p> + The man breathed heavily, which might have been accounted for by his + unaccustomed exertion. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis strange, then, that I should have recognised you, turning + unexpectedly as I did, while you seemingly had me in your eye for some + time before.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord, and that I had not. I but just emerged from this crooked + lane, and seeing you turn so suddenly, feared molestation, and so took to + my heels, which a warrior should be shamed to confess, but I had no wish + to be embroiled in a street brawl.” + </p> + <p> + “Your caution does you credit, and should commend you to so + peacefully-minded a master as his Lordship of Treves, who, I sincerely + trust, arrived safely in his ancient city.” + </p> + <p> + “He did, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “I am deeply gratified to hear it, and putting my knowledge of his + lordship’s methods in conjunction with your evident desire for secrecy, I + should be loath to inquire into the nature of the mission that brings you + to the capital so soon after your departure from it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my Lord,” said von Brent, with an attempt at a laugh, “I must admit + that it was my purpose to visit Frankfort with as little publicity as + possible. You are mistaken, however, in surmising that I am entrusted with + any commands from my lord, the Archbishop, who, at this moment, is + devoting himself with energy to his ecclesiastical duties and therefore + has small need for a soldier. This being the case, I sought and obtained + leave of absence, and came to Frankfort on private affairs of my own. To + speak truth, as between one young man and another, not to be further + gossiped about, while, stationed here some days ago, I became acquainted + with a girl whom I dearly wish to meet again, and this traffic, as you + know, yearns not for either bray of trumpet or rattle of drum.” + </p> + <p> + “The gentle power of love,” said Wilhelm in his most affable tone, “is a + force few of us can resist. Indeed, I am myself not unacquainted with its + strength, and I must further congratulate you on your celerity of + conquest, for you came to Frankfort in the morning, and were my guest in + the fortress in the evening, so you certainly made good use of the brief + interval. By what gate did you enter Frankfort?” + </p> + <p> + “By the western gate, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “This morning?” + </p> + <p> + “No, my Lord. I entered but a short time since, just before the gates were + closed for the night.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that accounts for my hearing no report of your arrival, for it is my + wish, when distinguished visitors honour us with their presence, that I + may be able to offer them every courtesy.” + </p> + <p> + Von Brent laughed, this time with a more genuine ring to his mirth. + </p> + <p> + “Seeing that your previous hospitality included lodging in the city + prison, my Lord, as you, a moment ago, reminded me, you can scarcely be + surprised that I had no desire to invite a repetition of such courtesy, if + you will pardon the frank speaking of a soldier.” + </p> + <p> + “Most assuredly. And to meet frankness with its like, I may add that the + city prison still stands intact. But I must no longer delay an impatient + lover, and so, as I began, I give you a very good evening, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Von Brent returned the salutation, bowing low, and Wilhelm watched him + retrace his steps and disappear in the darkness. The Commander, returning + his blade to its scabbard, sought Gottlieb at the barracks. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember von Brent, of Treves’ staff?” + </p> + <p> + “That hangdog-looking officer? Yes, master. I had the pleasure of knocking + him down in the Cathedral before pinioning him.” + </p> + <p> + “He is in Frankfort to-night, and said he entered by the western gate just + before it was closed.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he is a liar,” commented Gottlieb, with his usual bluntness. + </p> + <p> + “Such I strongly suspect him to be. Nevertheless, here he is, and the + question I wish answered is, how did he get in?” + </p> + <p> + “He must have come over the wall, which can hardly be prevented if an + incomer has a friend who will throw him a rope.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be prevented if the walls are efficiently patrolled. See instantly + to that, Gottlieb, and set none but our own woodlanders on watch.” + </p> + <p> + Several days passed, and Wilhelm kept a sharp lookout for von Brent, or + any other of the Archbishop’s men, but he saw none such, nor could he + learn that the lieutenant had left the city. He came almost to believe + that the officer had spoken the truth, when distrust again assailed him on + finding in the barracks a second document almost identical with the first, + except that it contained the words, “Second warning,” and the dirk had + been driven half its length into the lid of the desk. At first he thought + it was the same parchment and dagger, but the different wording showed him + that at least the former was not the same. He called Gottlieb, and + demanded to know who had been allowed to pass the guards and enter that + room. The honest warrior was dismayed to find such a thing could have + happened, and although he was unable to read the lettering, he turned the + missive over and over in his hand as if he expected close scrutiny to + unravel the skein. He then departed and questioned the guards closely, but + was assured that no one had entered except the Commander. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot fathom it,” he said on returning to his master, “and, to tell + truth, I wish we were well back in the forest again, for I like not this + mysterious city and its ways. We have kept this town as close sealed as a + wine butt, yet I dare swear that I have caught glimpses of the + Archbishop’s men, flitting here and there like bats as soon as darkness + gathers. I have tried to catch one or two of them to make sure, but I seem + to have lost all speed of foot on these slippery stones, and those I + follow disappear as if the earth swallowed them.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen von Brent since I spoke to you about him?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought so, Master Wilhelm, but I am like a man dazed in the mazes of + an evil dream, who can be certain of nothing. I am afraid of no man who + will stand boldly up to me, sword in hand, with a fair light on both of + us, but this chasing of shadows with nothing for a pike to pierce makes a + coward of me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the next shadow that follows me will get my blade in its vitals, + for I think my foot is lighter than yours, Gottlieb. There is no shadow in + this town that is not cast by a substance, and that substance will feel a + sword thrust if one can but get within striking distance. Keep strict + watch and we will make a discovery before long, never fear. Do you think + the men we have enlisted from the Archbishop’s company are trying to play + tricks with us? Are they to be trusted?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, they are stout rascals with not enough brains among them all to plan + this dagger and parchment business, giving little thought to anything + beyond eating and drinking, and having no skill of lettering.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we must look elsewhere for the explanation. It may be that your + elusive shadows will furnish a clue.” + </p> + <p> + On reaching his own house Wilhelm said carelessly to his wife, whom he did + not wish to alarm unnecessarily: + </p> + <p> + “Have you still in your possession that dagger which I found on my table?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is here. Have you found an owner for it or learned how it came + there?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I merely wished to look at it again.” + </p> + <p> + She gave it to him, and he saw at once that it was a duplicate of the one + he had hidden under his doublet. The mystery was as far from solution as + ever, and the closest examination of the weapon gave no hint pertaining to + the purport of the message. Yet it is probable that Wilhelm was the only + noble in the German Empire who was ignorant of the significance of the + four letters, and doubtless the senders were amazed at his temerity in + nonchalantly ignoring the repeated warnings, which would have brought + pallor to the cheeks of the highest in the land. Wilhelm had been always + so dependent on the advice of Gottlieb that it never occurred to him to + seek explanation from any one else, yet in this instance Gottlieb, from + the same cause of woodland training, was as ignorant as his master. + </p> + <p> + It is possible that the two warnings might have made a greater impression + on the mind of the young man were it not that he was troubled about his + own status in the Empire. There had been much envy in the Court at the + elevation of a young man practically unknown, to the position of + commander-in-chief of the German army, and high officials had gone so far + as to protest against what they said was regarded as a piece of + unaccountable favouritism. The Empress, however, was firm, and for a time + comment seemed to cease, but it was well known that Wilhelm had no real + standing, unless his appointment was confirmed by the Emperor, and his + commission made legal by the royal signature. It became known, or, at + least, was rumoured that twice the Empress had sent this document to her + husband and twice it had been returned unsigned. The Emperor went so far + as to refuse to see his wife, declining to have any discussion about the + matter, and Wilhelm well knew that every step he took in the fulfilment of + his office was an illegal step, and if a hint of this got to the ears of + the Archbishops they would be more than justified in calling him to + account, for every act he performed relating to the army after he knew + that his monarch had refused to sanction his nomination was an act of + rebellion and usurpation punishable by death. The Empress was well aware + of the jeopardy in which her <i>attaché</i> stood, but she implored him + not to give up the position, although helpless to make his appointment + regular. She hoped her husband’s religious fervour would abate and that he + would deign to bestow some attention upon earthly things, allowing himself + to be persuaded of the necessity of keeping up a standing army, commanded + by one entirely faithful to him. Wilhelm himself often doubted the wisdom + of his interference, which had allowed the throne to be held by a man who + so neglected all its duties that intrigues and unrest were honeycombing + the whole fabric of society, beginning at the top and working its way down + until now even the merchants were in a state of uncertainty, losing faith + in the stability of the government. The determined attitude of Wilhelm, + the general knowledge that he came from a family of fighters, and the + wholesome fear of the wild outlaws, under his command, did more than + anything else to keep down open rebellion in Court and to make the + position of the Empress possible. It was believed that Wilhelm would have + little hesitation in obliterating half the nobility of the Court, or the + whole of it for that matter, if but reasonable excuse were given him for + doing so, and every one was certain that his cut-throats, as they were + called, would obey any command he liked to give, and would delight in + whatever slaughter ensued. The Commander held aloof from the Court, + although, because of his position, he had a room in the palace which no + one but the monarch and the chief officer of the army might enter, yet he + rarely occupied this apartment, using, instead, the suite at the barracks. + </p> + <p> + Some days after the second episode of the dagger he received a summons + from the Empress commanding his instant presence at the palace. On + arriving at the Court, he found Brunhilda attended by a group of nobles, + who fell back as the young commander approached. The Empress smiled as he + bent his knee and kissed her hand, but Wilhelm saw by the anxiety in her + eye that something untoward had happened, guessing that his commission was + returned for the third time unsigned from the Emperor, and being correct + in his surmise. + </p> + <p> + “Await me in the Administration Room of the Army,” said the Empress. “I + will see you presently. You have somewhat neglected that room of late, my + Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “I found I could more adequately fulfil your Majesty’s command and keep in + closer touch with the army by occupying my apartments at the barracks.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust, then, that you will have a good report to present to me + regarding the progress of my soldiers,” replied the Empress, dismissing + him with a slight inclination of her head. + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm left the audience chamber and proceeded along the corridor with + which his room was connected. The soldier at the entrance saluted him, and + Wilhelm entered the Administration Chamber. It was a large room and in the + centre of it stood a large table. After closing the door Wilhelm paused in + his advance, for there in the centre of the table, buried to its very hilt + through the planks, was a duplicate of the dagger he had concealed inside + his doublet. It required some exertion of Wilhelm’s great strength before + he dislodged the weapon from the timber into which it had been so fiercely + driven. The scroll it affixed differed from each of the other two. It + began with the words, “Final warning,” and ended with “To Wilhelm of + Schonburg, so-called Commander of the Imperial forces,” as if from a + desire on the part of the writer that there should be no mistake regarding + the destination of the missive. The young man placed the knife on the + parchment and stood looking at them both until the Empress was announced. + He strode forward to meet her and conducted her to a chair, where she + seated herself, he remaining on his feet. + </p> + <p> + “I am in deep trouble,” she began, “the commission authorising you to + command the Imperial troops has been returned for the third time unsigned; + not only that, but the act authorising the reconstruction of the army, + comes back also without the Emperor’s signature.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm remained silent, for he well knew that the weakness of their + position was the conduct of the Emperor, and this was an evil which he did + not know how to remedy. + </p> + <p> + “When he returned both documents the first time,” continued the Empress, + “I sent to him a request for an interview that I might explain the urgency + and necessity of the matter. This request was refused, and although I know + of course that my husband might perhaps be called eccentric, still he had + never before forbade my presence. This aroused my suspicion.” + </p> + <p> + “Suspicion of what, your Majesty?” inquired Wilhelm. + </p> + <p> + “My suspicion that the messages I sent him have been intercepted.” + </p> + <p> + “Who would dare do such a thing, your Majesty?” cried Wilhelm in + amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Where large stakes are played for, large risks must be taken,” went on + the lady. “I said nothing at the time, but yesterday I sent to him two + acts which he himself had previously sanctioned, but never carried out; + these were returned to me to-day unsigned, and now I fear one of three + things. The Emperor is ill, is a prisoner, or is dead.” + </p> + <p> + “If it is your Majesty’s wish,” said Wilhelm, “I will put myself at the + head of a body of men, surround the cathedral, search the cloisters, and + speedily ascertain whether the Emperor is there or no.” + </p> + <p> + “I have thought of such action,” declared the Empress, “but I dislike to + take it. It would bring me in conflict with the Church, and then there is + always the chance that the Emperor is indeed within the cloisters, and + that, of his own free will, he refuses to sign the documents I have sent + to him. In such case what excuse could we give for our interference? It + might precipitate the very crisis we are so anxious to avoid.” + </p> + <p> + The Empress had been sitting by the table with her arm resting upon it, + her fingers toying unconsciously with the knife while she spoke, and now + as her remarks reached their conclusion her eyes fell upon its hilt and + slender blade. With an exclamation almost resembling a scream the Empress + sprang to her feet and allowed the dagger to fall clattering on the floor. + </p> + <p> + “Where did that come from?” she cried. “Is it intended for me?” and she + shook her trembling hands as if they had touched a poisonous scorpion. + </p> + <p> + “Where it comes from I do not know, but it is not intended for your + Majesty, as this scroll will inform you.” + </p> + <p> + Brunhilda took the parchment he offered and held it at arm’s length from + her, reading its few words with dilated eyes, and Wilhelm was amazed to + see in them the fear which they failed to show when she faced the three + powerful Archbishops. Finally the scroll fluttered from her nerveless + fingers to the floor and the Empress sank back in her chair. + </p> + <p> + “You have received two other warnings then?” she said in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, your Majesty. What is their meaning?” + </p> + <p> + “They are the death warrants of the Fehmgerichte, a dread and secret + tribunal before which even emperors quail. If you obey this mandate you + will never be seen on earth again; if you disobey you will be secretly + assassinated by one of these daggers, for after ignoring the third warning + a hundred thousand such blades are lying in wait for your heart, and + ultimately one of them will reach it, no matter in what quarter of Germany + you hide yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “And who are the members of this mysterious association, your Majesty? + </p> + <p> + “That, you can tell as well as I, better perhaps, for you may be a member + while I cannot be. Perhaps the soldier outside this door belongs to the + Fehmgerichte, or your own Chamberlain, or perhaps your most devoted + lieutenant, the lusty Gottlieb.” + </p> + <p> + “That, your Majesty, I’ll swear he is not, for he was as amazed as I when + he saw the dagger at the barracks.” + </p> + <p> + Brunhilda shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot judge from pretended ignorance,” she said, “because a member + is sworn to keep all secrets of the holy Fehm from wife and child, father + and mother, sister and brother, fire and wind; from all that the sun + shines on and the rain wets, and from every being between heaven and + earth. Those are the words of the oath.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm found himself wondering how his informant knew so much about the + secret court if all those rules were strictly kept, but he naturally + shrank from any inquiry regarding the source of her knowledge. + Nevertheless her next reply gave him an inkling of the truth. + </p> + <p> + “Who is the head of this tribunal?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor is the nominal head, but my husband never approved of the + Fehmgerichte; originally organised to redress the wrongs of tyranny, it + has become a gigantic instrument of oppression. The Archbishop of Cologne + is the actual president of the order, not in his capacity as an elector, + nor as archbishop, but because he is Duke of Westphalia, where this tragic + court had its origin.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty imagines then, that this summons comes from the Archbishop + of Cologne?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no. I doubt if he has any knowledge of it. Each district has a + freigraf, or presiding judge, assisted by seven assessors, or + freischoffen, who sit in so called judgment with him, but literally they + merely record the sentence, for condemnation is a foregone conclusion.” + </p> + <p> + “Is the sentence always death?” + </p> + <p> + “Always, at this secret tribunal; a sentence of death immediately carried + out. In the open Fehmic court, banishment, prison, or other penalty may be + inflicted, but you are summoned to appear before the secret tribunal.” + </p> + <p> + “Does your Majesty know the meaning of these cabalistic letters on the + dagger’s hilt and on the parchment?” + </p> + <p> + “The letters ‘S. S. G. G.’ stand for Strick, Stein, Gras, Grün: Strick + meaning, it is said, the rope which hangs you; Stein, the stone at the + head of your grave, and Gras, Grün, the green grass covering it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, your Majesty,” said Wilhelm, picking up the parchment from the + floor and tearing it in small pieces, “if I have to choose between the + rope and the dagger, I freely give my preference to the latter. I shall + not attend this secret conclave, and if any of its members think to strike + a dagger through my heart, he will have to come within the radius of my + sword to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “God watch over you,” said the Empress fervently, “for this is a case in + which the protection of an earthly throne is of little avail. And + remember, Lord Wilhelm, trust not even your most intimate friend within + arm’s length of you. The only persons who may not become members of this + dread order are a Jew, an outlaw, an infidel, a woman, a servant, a + priest, or a person excommunicated.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm escorted the Empress to the door of the red room, and there took + leave of her; he being unable to suggest anything that might assuage her + anxiety regarding her husband, she being unable to protect him from the + new danger that threatened. Wilhelm was as brave as any man need be, and + in a fair fight was content to take whatever odds came, but now he was + confronted by a subtle invisible peril, against which ordinary courage was + futile. An unaccustomed shiver chilled him as the palace sentinel, in the + gathering gloom of the corridor, raised his hand swiftly to his helmet in + salute. He passed slowly down the steps of the palace into the almost + deserted square in front of it, for the citizens of Frankfort found it + expedient to get early indoors when darkness fell. The young man found + himself glancing furtively from right to left, starting at every shadow + and scrutinising every passerby who was innocently hurrying to his own + home. The name “Fehmgerichte” kept repeating itself in his brain like an + incantation. He took the middle of the square and hesitated when he came + to the narrow street down which his way lay. At the street corner he + paused, laid his hand on the hilt of his sword and drew a deep breath. + </p> + <p> + “Is it possible,” he muttered to himself, “that I am afraid? Am I at heart + a coward? By the cross which is my protection,” he cried, “if they wish to + try their poniarding, they shall have an opportunity!” + </p> + <p> + And drawing his sword he plunged into the dark and narrow street, his + footsteps ringing defiantly in the silence on the stone beneath him as he + strode resolutely along. He passed rapidly through the city until he came + to the northern gate. Here accosting his warders and being assured that + all was well, he took the street which, bending like a bow, followed the + wall until it came to the river. Once or twice he stopped, thinking + himself followed, but the darkness was now so impenetrable that even if a + pursuer had been behind him he was safe from detection if he kept step + with his victim and paused when he did. The street widened as it + approached the river, and Wilhelm became convinced that some one was + treading in his footsteps. Clasping his sword hilt more firmly in his hand + he wheeled about with unexpectedness that evidently took his follower by + surprise, for he dashed across the street and sped fleetly towards the + river. The glimpse Wilhelm got of him in the open space between the houses + made him sure that he was once more on the track of von Brent, the + emissary of Treves. The tables were now turned, the pursuer being the + pursued, and Wilhelm set his teeth, resolved to put a sudden end to this + continued espionage. Von Brent evidently remembered his former + interception, and now kept a straight course. Trusting to the swiftness of + his heels, he uttered no cry, but directed all his energies toward flight, + and Wilhelm, equally silent, followed as rapidly. + </p> + <p> + Coming to the river, von Brent turned to the east, keeping in the middle + of the thoroughfare. On the left hand side was a row of houses, on the + right flowed the rapid Main. Some hundreds of yards further up there were + houses on both sides of the street, and as the water of the river flowed + against the walls of the houses to the right, Wilhelm knew there could be + no escape that way. Surmising that his victim kept the middle of the + street in order to baffle the man at his heels, puzzling him as to which + direction the fugitive intended to bolt, Wilhelm, not to be deluded by + such a device, ran close to the houses on the left, knowing that if von + Brent turned to the right he would be speedily stopped by the Main. The + race promised to reach a sudden conclusion, for Wilhelm was perceptibly + gaining on his adversary, when coming to the first house by the river the + latter swerved suddenly, jumped to a door, pushed it open and was inside + in the twinkling of an eye, but only barely in time to miss the sword + thrust that followed him. Quick as thought Wilhelm placed his foot in such + a position that the door could not be closed. Then setting his shoulder to + the panels, he forced it open in spite of the resistance behind it. + Opposition thus overborne by superior strength, Wilhelm heard the clatter + of von Brent’s footsteps down the dark passage, and next instant the door + was closed with a bang, and it seemed to the young man that the house had + collapsed upon him. He heard his sword snap and felt it break beneath him, + and he was gagged and bound before he could raise a hand to help himself. + Then when it was too late, he realised that he had allowed the heat and + fervour of pursuit to overwhelm his judgment, and had jumped straight into + the trap prepared for him. Von Brent returned with a lantern in his hand + and a smile on his face, breathing quickly after his exertions. Wilhelm, + huddled in a corner, saw a dozen stalwart ruffians grouped around him, + most of them masked, but two or three with faces bare, their coverings + having come off in the struggle. These slipped quickly out of sight, + behind the others, as if not wishing to give clue for future recognition. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my Lord,” said von Brent, smiling, “you see that gagging and + binding is a game that two may play at.” + </p> + <p> + There was no reply to this, first, because Wilhelm was temporarily in a + speechless condition, and, second, because the proposition was not one to + be contradicted. + </p> + <p> + “Take him to the Commitment Room,” commanded von Brent. + </p> + <p> + Four of the onlookers lifted Wilhelm and carried him down a long stairway, + across a landing and to the foot of a second flight of steps, where he was + thrown into a dark cell, the dimensions of which he could not estimate. + When the door was closed the prisoner lay with his head leaning against + it, and for a time the silence was intense. By and by he found that by + turning his head so that his ear was placed against the panel of the door, + he heard distinctly the footfalls outside, and even a shuffling sound near + him, which seemed to indicate that a man was on guard at the other side of + the oak. Presently some one approached, and in spite of the low tones + used, Wilhelm not only heard what was being said, but recognised the voice + of von Brent, who evidently was his jailer. + </p> + <p> + “You have him safely then?” + </p> + <p> + “Gagged and bound, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he disarmed?” + </p> + <p> + “His sword was broken under him, my Lord, when we fell upon him.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Remove the gag and place him with No. 13. Bar them in and + listen to their conversation. I think they have never met, but I want to + be sure of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Is there not a chance that No. 13 may make himself known, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “No matter if he does. In fact, it is my object to have No. 13 and No. 14 + known to each other, and yet be not aware that we have suspicion of their + knowledge.” + </p> + <p> + When the door of the cell was opened four guards came in. It was manifest + they were not going to allow Wilhelm any chance to escape, and were + prepared to overpower him should he attempt flight or resistance. The gag + was taken from his mouth and the thongs which bound his legs were untied, + and thus he was permitted to stand on his feet. Once outside his cell he + saw that the subterranean region in which he found himself was of vast + extent, resembling the crypt of a cathedral, the low roof being supported + by pillars of tremendous circumference. From the direction in which he had + been carried from the foot of the stairs he surmised, and quite + accurately, that this cavern was under the bed of the river. Those who + escorted him and those whom he met were masked. No torches illuminated the + gloom of this sepulchral hall, but each individual carried, attached in + some way to his belt, a small horn lantern, which gave for a little space + around a dim uncertain light, casting weird shadows against the pillars of + the cavern. Once or twice they met a man clothed in an apparently seamless + cloak of black cloth, that covered the head and extended to the feet. Two + holes in front of the face allowed a momentary glimpse of a pair of + flashing eyes as the yellow light from the lanterns smote them. These grim + figures were presumably persons of importance, for the guards stopped, and + saluted, as each one approached, not going forward until he had silently + passed them. When finally the door of the cell they sought was reached, + the guards drew back the bolts, threw it open, and pushed Wilhelm into the + apartment that had been designated for him. Before closing the door, + however, one of the guards placed a lantern on the floor so that the + fellow-prisoners might have a chance of seeing each other. Wilhelm beheld, + seated on a pallet of straw, a man well past middle-age, his face + smooth-shaven and of serious cast, yet having, nevertheless, a trace of + irresolution in his weak chin. His costume was that of a mendicant monk, + and his face seemed indicative of the severity of monastic rule. There + was, however, a serenity of courage in his eye which seemed to betoken + that he was a man ready to die for his opinions, if once his wavering chin + allowed him to form them. Wilhelm remembering that priests were not + allowed to join the order of the Fehmgerichte reflected that here was a + man who probably, from his fearless denunciations of the order, had + brought down upon himself the hatred of the secret tribunal, whose only + penalty was that of death. The older man was the first to speak. + </p> + <p> + “So you also are a victim of the Fehmgerichte?” + </p> + <p> + “I have for some minutes suspected as much,” replied von Schonburg. + </p> + <p> + “Were you arrested and brought here, or did you come here willingly?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I came here willingly enough. I ran half a league in my eagerness to + reach this spot and fairly jumped into it,” replied Wilhelm, with a bitter + laugh. + </p> + <p> + “You were in such haste to reach this spot?” said the old man, sombrely, + “what is your crime?” + </p> + <p> + “That I do not know, but I shall probably soon learn when I come before + the court.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you a member of the order, then?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I am not.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case, it will require the oaths of twenty-one members to clear + you, therefore, if you have not that many friends in the order I look upon + you as doomed.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. That is as God wills.” + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly, assuredly. We are all in His hands,” and the good man + devoutedly crossed himself. + </p> + <p> + “I have answered your questions,” said Wilhelm, “answer you some of mine. + Who are you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am a seeker after light.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, there it is,” said Wilhelm, touching the lantern with his foot as + he paced up and down the limits of the cell. + </p> + <p> + “Earthly light is but dim at best, it is the light of Heaven I search + after.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope you may be successful in finding it. I know of no place + where it is needed so much as here.” + </p> + <p> + “You speak like a scoffer. I thought from what you said of God’s will, + that you were a religious man.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a religious man, I hope, and I regret if my words seem lightly + spoken. + </p> + <p> + “What action of man, think you then, is most pleasing to God?” + </p> + <p> + “That is a question which you, to judge by your garb, are more able to + answer than I.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay, I want your opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “Then in my opinion, the man most pleasing to God is he who does his duty + here on earth.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! right, quite right,” cried the older man, eagerly. “But there lies + the core of the whole problem. What <i>is</i> duty; that is what I have + spent my life trying to learn.” + </p> + <p> + “Then at a venture I should say your life has been a useless one. Duty is + as plain as the lighted lantern there before us. If you are a priest, + fulfil your priestly office well; comfort the sick, console the dying, + bury the dead. Tell your flock not to speculate too much on duty, but to + try and accomplish the work in hand.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am not a priest,” faltered the other, rising slowly to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Then if you are a soldier, strike hard for your King. Kill the man + immediately before you, and if, instead, he kills you, be assured that the + Lord will look after your soul when it departs through the rent thus made + in your body.” + </p> + <p> + “There is a ring of truth in that, but it sounds worldly. How can we tell + that such action is pleasing to God? May it not be better to depend + entirely on the Lord, and let Him strike your blows for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Never! What does He give you arms for but to protect your own head, and + what does He give you swift limbs for if not to take your body out of + reach when you are threatened with being overmatched? God must despise + such a man as you speak of, and rightly so. I am myself a commander of + soldiers, and if I had a lieutenant who trusted all to me and refused to + strike a sturdy blow on his own behalf I should tear his badge from him + and have him scourged from out the ranks.” + </p> + <p> + “But may we not, by misdirected efforts, thwart the will of God?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! the depths of human vanity! Thwart the will of God? What, a puny worm + like you? You amaze me, sir, with your conceit, and I lose the respect for + you which at first your garb engendered in my mind. Do your work manfully, + and flatter not yourself that your most strenuous efforts are able to + cross the design of the Almighty. My own poor belief is that He has + patience with any but a coward and a loiterer.” + </p> + <p> + The elder prisoner staggered into the centre of the room and raised his + hands above his head. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Lord, have mercy upon me,” he cried. “Thou who hast brought light to + me in this foul dungeon which was refused to me in the radiance of Thy + Cathedral. Have mercy on me, oh, Lord, the meanest of Thy servants—a + craven Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor!” gasped Wilhelm, the more amazed because he had his Majesty + in mind when he spoke so bitterly of neglected duty, unconsciously blaming + his sovereign rather than his own rashness for the extreme predicament in + which he found himself. + </p> + <p> + Before either could again speak the door suddenly opened wide, and a deep + voice solemnly enunciated the words: + </p> + <p> + “Wilhelm of Schonburg, pretended Commander of his Majesty’s forces, you + are summoned to appear instantly before the court of the Holy Fehm, now in + session and awaiting you.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. — THE HOLY FEHM + </h2> + <p> + When the spokesman of the Fehmgerichte had finished his ominous summons, + his attendants crowded round Wilhelm swiftly and silently as if to + forestall any attempt at resistance either on his part or on the part of + the Emperor. They hurried their victim immediately out of the cell and + instantly barred the door on the remaining prisoner. First they crossed + the low-roofed, thickly-pillared great hall, passing through a doorway at + which two armed men stood guard, masked, as were all the others. The + Judgment Hall of the dread Fehmgerichte was a room of about ten times the + extent of the cell Wilhelm had just left, but still hardly of a size that + would justify the term large. The walls and vaulted roof were of rough + stone, and on the side opposite the entrance had been cut deeply the large + letters S. S. G. G. A few feet distant from this lettered wall stood a + long table, and between the wall and the table sat seven men. The + Freigraf, as Wilhelm surmised him to be, occupied in the centre of this + line a chair slightly more elevated than those of the three who sat on + either hand. Seven staples had been driven into the interstices of the + stones above the heads of the Court and from each staple hung a lighted + lantern, which with those at the belts of the guard standing round, + illuminated the dismal chamber fairly well. To the left of the Court was a + block draped in black and beside it stood the executioner with his arms + resting on the handle of his axe. In the ceiling above his head was an + iron ring and from this ring depended a rope, the noose of which dangled + at the shoulder of the headsman, for it was the benevolent custom of the + Court to allow its victim a choice in the manner of his death. It was also + a habit of the judges of this Court to sit until the sentence they had + pronounced was carried out, and thus there could be no chance of mistake + or rescue. No feature of any judge was visible except the eyes through the + holes pierced for the purposes of vision in the long black cloaks which + completely enveloped their persons. + </p> + <p> + As Wilhelm was brought to a stand before this assemblage, the Freigraf + nodded his head and the guards in silence undid the thongs which pinioned + together wrists and elbows, leaving the prisoner absolutely unfettered.—This + done, the guard retreated backwards to the opposite wall, and Wilhelm + stood alone before the seven sinister doomsmen. He expected that his + examination, if the Court indulged in any such, would be begun by the + Freigraf, but this was not the case. The last man to the left in the row + had a small bundle of documents on the table before him. He rose to his + feet, bowed low to his brother judges, and then with less deference to the + prisoner. He spoke in a voice lacking any trace of loudness, but + distinctly heard in every corner of the room because of the intense + stillness. There was a sweet persuasiveness in the accents he used, and + his sentences resembled those of a lady anxious not to give offence to the + person addressed. + </p> + <p> + “Am I right in supposing you to be Wilhelm, lately of Schonburg, but now + of Frankfort?” + </p> + <p> + “You are right.” + </p> + <p> + “May I ask if you are a member of the Fehmgerichte?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not. I never heard of it until this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was then your informant regarding the order?” + </p> + <p> + “I refuse to answer.” + </p> + <p> + The examiner inclined his head gracefully as if, while regretting the + decision of the witness, he nevertheless bowed to it. + </p> + <p> + “Do you acknowledge his lordship the Archbishop of Mayence as your over + lord?” + </p> + <p> + “Most assuredly.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you ever been guilty of an act of rebellion or insubordination + against his lordship?” + </p> + <p> + “My over-lord, the Archbishop of Mayence, has never preferred a request to + me which I have refused.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, I fear I have not stated my proposition with sufficient + clearness, and so you may have misunderstood the question. I had in my + mind a specific act, and so will enter into further detail. Is it true + that in the Wahlzimmer you entered the presence of your over-lord with a + drawn sword in your hand, commanding a body of armed men lately outlaws of + the Empire, thus intimidating your over-lord in the just exercise of his + privileges and rights as an Elector?” + </p> + <p> + “My understanding of the Feudal law,” said Wilhelm, “is that the commands + of an over-lord are to be obeyed only in so far as they do not run counter + to orders from a still higher authority.” + </p> + <p> + “Your exposition of the law is admirable, and its interpretation stands + exactly as you have stated it. Are we to understand then that you were + obeying the orders of some person in authority who is empowered to + exercise a jurisdiction over his lordship the Archbishop, similar to that + which the latter in his turn claims over you?” + </p> + <p> + “That is precisely what I was about to state.” + </p> + <p> + “Whose wishes were you therefore carrying out? + </p> + <p> + “Those of his Majesty the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + The examiner bowed with the utmost deference when the august name was + mentioned. + </p> + <p> + “I have to thank you in the name of the Court,” he went on, “for your + prompt and comprehensive replies, which have thus so speedily enabled us + to come to a just and honourable verdict, and it gives me pleasure to + inform you that the defence you have made is one that cannot be gainsaid, + and, therefore, with the exception of one slight formality, there is + nothing more for us to do but to set you at liberty and ask pardon for the + constraint we regret having put upon you, and further to request that you + take oath that neither to wife nor child, father nor mother, sister nor + brother, fire nor wind, will you reveal anything that has happened to you; + that you will conceal it from all that the sun shines on and from all that + the rain wets, and from every being between heaven and earth. And now + before our doors are thus opened I have to beg that you will favour the + Court with the privilege of examining the commission that his Majesty the + Emperor has signed.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot expect me to carry my commission about on my person, more + especially as I had no idea I should be called upon to undergo examination + upon it.” + </p> + <p> + “Such an expectation would certainly be doomed to disappointment, but you + are doubtless able to tell us where the document lies, and I can assure + you that, wherever it is placed, an emissary of this order will speedily + fetch it, whether, it is concealed in palace or in hut. Allow me to ask + you then, where this commission is?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean you cannot, or you will not?” + </p> + <p> + “Take it whichever way you please, it is a matter of indifference to me.” + </p> + <p> + The examiner folded his arms under his black cloak and stood for some + moments in silence, looking reproachfully at the prisoner. At last he + spoke in a tone which seemed to indicate that he was pained at the young + man’s attitude: + </p> + <p> + “I sincerely trust I am mistaken in supposing that you refuse absolutely + to assist this Court in the securing of a document which not only stands + between you and your liberty, but also between you and your death.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a truce to this childish and feigned regret,” cried Wilhelm with rude + impatience. “I pray you end the farce with less of verbiage and of + pretended justice. You have his Majesty here a prisoner. You have, through + my own folly, my neck at the mercy of your axe or your rope. There stands + the executioner eager for his gruesome work. Finish that which you have + already decided upon, and as sure as there is a God in heaven there will + be quick retribution for the crimes committed in this loathsome dungeon.” + </p> + <p> + The examiner deplored the introduction of heat into a discussion that + required the most temperate judgment. + </p> + <p> + “But be assured,” he said, “that the hurling of unfounded accusations + against this honourable body will not in the least prejudice their members + in dealing with your case.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” said Wilhelm with a sneering laugh. + </p> + <p> + “We have been informed that no such commission exists, that the document + empowering you to take instant command of the Imperial troops rests in the + hands of the wife of his Majesty the Emperor and is unsigned.” + </p> + <p> + “If you know that, then why do you ask me so many questions about it?” + </p> + <p> + “In the sincere hope that by the production of the document itself, you + may be able to repudiate so serious an accusation. You admit then that you + have acted without the shelter of a commission from his Majesty?” + </p> + <p> + “I admit nothing.” + </p> + <p> + The examiner looked up and down the row of silent figures as much as to + say, “I have done my best; shall any further questions be put?” There + being no response to this the examiner said, still without raising his + voice: + </p> + <p> + “There is a witness in this case, and I ask him to stand forward.” + </p> + <p> + A hooded and cloaked figure approached the table. + </p> + <p> + “Are you a member of the Fehmgerichte?” + </p> + <p> + “I am.” + </p> + <p> + “In good and honourable standing?” + </p> + <p> + “In good and honourable standing.” + </p> + <p> + “You swear by the order to which you belong that the evidence you give + shall be truth without equivocation and without mental reservation?” + </p> + <p> + “I swear it.” + </p> + <p> + “Has the prisoner a commission signed by the Emperor empowering him to + command the Imperial troops?” + </p> + <p> + “He has not, and never has had such a commission. A document was made out + and sent three times to his Majesty for signature; to-day it was returned + for the third time unsigned.” + </p> + <p> + “Prisoner, do you deny that statement?” + </p> + <p> + “I neither deny nor affirm.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm was well aware that his fate was decided upon. Even if he had + appeared before a regularly constituted court of the Empire instead of at + the bar of an underground secret association, the verdict must inevitably + have gone against him, so long as the Emperor’s signature was not appended + to the document which would have legalised his position. + </p> + <p> + “It would appear then,” went on the examiner, “that in the action you took + against your immediate over-lord, the Archbishop of Mayence, you were + unprotected by the mandate of the Emperor. Freigraf and Freischoffen have + heard question and answer. With extreme reluctance I am compelled to + announce to this honourable body, that nothing now remains except to + pronounce the verdict.” + </p> + <p> + With this the examiner sat down, and for a few moments there was silence, + then the Freigraf enunciated in a low voice the single word: + </p> + <p> + “Condemned.” + </p> + <p> + And beginning at the right hand, each member of the Court pronounced the + word “Condemned.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm listened eagerly to the word, expecting each moment to hear the + voice of one or other of the Archbishops, but in this he was disappointed. + The low tone universally used by each speaker gave a certain monotony of + sound which made it almost impossible to distinguish one voice from + another. This evident desire for concealment raised a suspicion in the + young man’s mind that probably each member of the Court did not know who + his neighbours were. When the examiner at the extreme left had uttered the + word “Condemned” the Freigraf again spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Is there any reason why the sentence just pronounced be not immediately + carried out?” + </p> + <p> + The examiner again rose to his feet and said quietly, but with great + respect: + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, I ask that this young man be not executed immediately, but on + the contrary, be taken to his cell, there to be held during the pleasure + of the Court.” + </p> + <p> + There seemed to be a murmured dissent to this, but a whispered explanation + passed along the line and the few that had at first objected, nodded their + heads in assent. + </p> + <p> + “Our rule cannot be set aside,” said the Freigraf, “unless with unanimous + consent. Does any member demur?” + </p> + <p> + No protests being made the Freigraf ordered Wilhelm to be taken to a cell, + which was accordingly done. + </p> + <p> + The young man left alone in the darkness felt a pleasure in being able to + stretch his arms once more, and he paced up and down the narrow limits of + his cell, wondering what the next move would be in this mysterious drama. + In the Judgment Chamber he had abandoned all hope, and had determined that + when the order was given to seize him he would pluck the dagger of the + order from the inside of his doublet, and springing over the table, kill + one or more of these illegal judges before he was overpowered. The sudden + change in tactics persuaded him that something else was required of him + rather than the death which seemed so imminent. It was palpable that + several members of the Court at least were unacquainted with the designs + of the master mind which was paramount in his prosecution. They had + evinced surprise when the examiner had demanded postponement of the + execution. There was something behind all this that betrayed the crafty + hand of the Archbishop of Treves. He was not long left in doubt. The door + of the cell opened slowly and the pale rays of a lantern illuminated the + blackness which surrounded him. The young man stopped in his walk and + awaited developments. There entered to him one of the cloak-enveloped + figures, who might, or might not, be a member of the Holy Court. Wilhelm + thought that perhaps his visitor was the examiner, but the moment the + silence was broken, in spite of the fact that the speaker endeavoured to + modulate his tones as the others had done, the young man knew the incomer + was not the person who had questioned him. + </p> + <p> + “We are somewhat loth,” the intruder began, “to cut short the career of + one so young as you are, and one who gives promise of becoming a notable + captain.” + </p> + <p> + “What have you seen of me,” inquired Wilhelm, “that leads you to suppose I + have the qualities of a capable officer in me?” + </p> + <p> + The other did not reply for a moment or two; then he said slowly: + </p> + <p> + “I do not say that I have seen anything to justify such a conclusion, but + I have heard of your action in the Wahlzimmer, and by the account given, I + judge you to be a young man of resource.” + </p> + <p> + “I am indebted to you for the good opinion you express. It is quite in + your power to set me free, and then the qualities you are kind enough to + commend, may have an opportunity for development.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said the visitor, “it is not in my power to release you; that lies + entirely with yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “You bring comforting news. What is the price?” + </p> + <p> + “You are asked to become a member of the Fehmgerichte.” + </p> + <p> + “I should suppose that to be easily accomplished, as I am now a partaker + of its hospitality. What else?” + </p> + <p> + “The remaining proviso is that you take service, with his lordship, the + Archbishop of Treves, and swear entire allegiance to him.” + </p> + <p> + “I am already in the service of the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “It has just been proven that you are not.” + </p> + <p> + “How could the Archbishop expect faithful service from me, if I prove + traitor to the one I deem my master?” + </p> + <p> + “The Archbishop will probably be content to take the risk of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you commissioned to speak for the Archbishop?” + </p> + <p> + “I am.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you one of the Archbishop’s men?” + </p> + <p> + “My disposition towards him is friendly; I cannot say that I am one of his + men.” + </p> + <p> + “Granting, then, that I took service with the Archbishop to save my life, + what would he expect me to do?” + </p> + <p> + “To obey him in all things.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, be more explicit, as the examiner said. I am not a man to enter into + a bargain blindly. I must know exactly what is required of me.” + </p> + <p> + “It is probable that your first order would be to march your army from + Frankfort to Treves. Would the men follow you, do you think?” + </p> + <p> + “Undoubtedly. The men will follow wherever I choose to lead them. Another + question. What becomes of the Emperor in case I make this bargain?” + </p> + <p> + “That question it is impossible at the present moment, to answer. The + Court of the Holy Fehm is now awaiting my return, and when I take my place + on the bench the Emperor will be called upon to answer for his neglect of + duty.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless you may hazard a guess regarding his fate.” + </p> + <p> + “I hazard this guess then, that his fate will depend largely upon himself, + just as your fate depends upon yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I must see clearly where I am going, therefore I request you to be more + explicit. What will the Court demand of the Emperor that he may save his + life?” + </p> + <p> + “You are questioning me touching the action of others; therefore, all I + can do is merely to surmise. My supposition is that if the Emperor + promises to abdicate he will be permitted to pass unscathed from the halls + of the Fehmgerichte.” + </p> + <p> + “And should he refuse?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, I am already at the end of my patience through your numerous + questions,” and as the voice rose in something approaching anger, Wilhelm + seemed to recognise its ring. “I came here, not to answer your questions, + but to have you answer mine. What is your decision?” + </p> + <p> + “My decision is that you are a confessed traitor; die the death of such!” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm sprang forward and buried the dagger of the Fehmgerichte into the + heart of the man before him. His action was so unexpected that the victim + could make no motion to defend himself. So truly was the fierce blow dealt + that the doomed man, without a cry or even a groan, sank in his death + collapse at the young man’s feet in a heap on the floor. + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm, who thought little of taking any man’s life in a fair fight, + shuddered as he gazed at the helpless bundle at his feet; a moment before, + this uncouth heap stood erect, a man like himself, conversing with him, + then the swift blow and the resulting huddle of clay. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, God above me, Over-lord of all, I struck for my King, yet I feel + myself an assassin. If I am, indeed, a murderer in Thy sight, wither me + where I stand, and crush me to the ground, companion to this dead body.” + </p> + <p> + For a few moments Wilhelm stood rigid, his face uplifted, listening to the + pulsations in his own throat and the strident beatings of his own heart. + No bolt from heaven came to answer his supplication. Stooping, he, with + some difficulty, drew the poniard from its resting-place. The malignant + ingenuity of its construction had caused its needle point to penetrate the + chain armour, while its keen double edge cut link after link of the hard + steel as it sunk into the victim’s breast. The severed ends of the links + now clutched the blade as if to prevent its removal. Not a drop of blood + followed its exit, although it had passed directly through the citadel of + life itself. Again concealing the weapon within his doublet, a sudden + realisation of the necessity for speed overcame the assaulter. He saw + before him a means of escape. He had but to don the all-concealing cloak + and walk out of this subterranean charnel house by the way he had entered + it, if he could but find the foot of the stairs, down which they had + carried him. Straightening out the body he pulled the cloak free from it, + thus exposing the face to the yellow light of the lantern. His heart stood + still as he saw that the man he had killed was no other than that exalted + Prince of the Church, the venerable Archbishop of Treves. He drew the body + to the pallet of straw in the corner of the cell, and there, lying on its + face, he left it. A moment later he was costumed as a high priest of the + order of the Fehmgerichte. Taking the lantern in his hand he paused before + the closed door. He could not remember whether or not he had heard the + bolts shot after the Archbishop had entered. Conning rapidly in his mind + the startling change in the situation, he stood there until he had + recovered command of himself, resolved that if possible no mistake on his + part should now mar his chances of escape, and in this there was no + thought of saving his own life, but merely a determination to get once + more into the streets of Frankfort, rally his men, penetrate into these + subterranean regions, and rescue the Emperor alive. He pushed with all his + might against the door, and to his great relief the heavy barrier swung + slowly round on its hinges. Once outside he pushed it shut again, and was + startled by two guards springing to his assistance, one of them saying: + </p> + <p> + “Shall we thrust in the bolts, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Wilhelm in the low tone which all, costumed as he was, had + used. He turned away but was dismayed to find before him two brethren of + the order arrayed in like manner to himself, who had evidently been + waiting for him. + </p> + <p> + “What is the result of the conference? Does he consent?” + </p> + <p> + Rapidly Wilhelm had to readjust events in his own mind to meet this + unexpected emergency. + </p> + <p> + “No,” he replied slowly, “he does not consent, at least, not just at the + moment. He has some scruples regarding his loyalty to the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “Those scruples will be speedily removed then, when we remove his Majesty. + The other members of the Court are but now awaiting us in the Judgment + Chamber. Let us hasten there, and make a quick disposal of the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm saw that there was no possibility of retreat. Any attempt at + flight would cause instant alarm and the closing of the exits, then both + the Emperor and himself would be caught like rats in a trap, yet there was + almost equal danger in entering the Council Chamber. He had not the + remotest idea which seat at the table he should occupy, and he knew that a + mistake in placing himself would probably lead to discovery. He lagged + behind, but the others persistently gave him precedence, which seemed to + indicate that they knew the real quality of the man they supposed him to + be. He surmised that his seat was probably that of the Freigraf in the + centre, but on crossing the threshold past the saluting guards, he saw + that the Freigraf occupied the elevated seat, having at his left three + Freischoffen, while the remaining seats at his right were unoccupied. It + was a space of extreme anxiety when his two companions stopped to allow + him to go first. He dared not take the risk of placing himself wrongly at + the board. There was scant time for consideration, and Wilhelm speedily + came to a decision. It was merely one risk to take where several were + presented, and he chose that which seemed to be the safest. Leaning + towards his companions he said quietly: + </p> + <p> + “I beg of you, be seated. I have a few words to address to the Holy + Court.” + </p> + <p> + The two inclined their heads in return, and one of them in passing him + murmured the scriptural words, “The first shall be last,” which remark + still further assisted in reversing Wilhelm’s former opinion and convinced + him that the identity of the Archbishop was known to them. When they were + seated, the chair at the extreme right was the only one vacant, and + Wilhelm breathed easier, having nothing further to fear from that source, + if he could but come forth scatheless from his speech. + </p> + <p> + “I have to acquaint the Court of the Holy Fehm,” he said, speaking + audibly, but no more, “that my mission to the cell of the prisoner who has + just left us, resulted partly in failure and partly in success. The young + man has some hesitation in placing himself in open opposition to the + Emperor. I therefore suggest that we go on with our deliberations, leaving + the final decision of his case until a later period.” + </p> + <p> + To this the Court unanimously murmured the word: “Agreed,” and Wilhelm + took his place at the table. + </p> + <p> + “Bring in prisoner No. 13,” said the Freigraf, and a few moments later the + Emperor of Germany stood before the table. + </p> + <p> + He regarded the dread tribunal with a glance of haughty scorn while + countenance and demeanour exhibited a dignity which Wilhelm had fancied + was lacking during their interview in the cell. + </p> + <p> + The examiner rose to his feet and in the same suave tones he had used in + questioning Wilhelm, propounded the usual formal interrogatory regarding + name and quality. When he was asked: + </p> + <p> + “Are you a member of the Holy Order of the Fehmgerichte?” the Emperor’s + reply seemed to cause some consternation among the judges. + </p> + <p> + “I am not only a member of the Fehmgerichte, but by its constitution, I am + the head of it, and I warn you that any action taken by this Court without + my sanction, is, by the statutes of the order, illegal.” + </p> + <p> + The examiner paused in his questioning apparently taken aback by this + assertion, and looked towards the Freigraf as if awaiting a decision + before proceeding further. + </p> + <p> + “We acknowledge freely,” said the Freigraf, “that you are the figure-head + of the order, and that in all matters pertaining to a change of + constitution your consent would probably be necessary, but stretching your + authority to its utmost limit, it does not reach to the Courts of the Holy + Fehm, which have before now sat in judgment on the highest in the land. + For more than a century the position of the Emperor as head of the + Fehmgerichte has been purely nominal, and I know of no precedent where the + ruler of the land has interfered with the proceedings of the secret Court. + We avow allegiance to the actual head of the order, who is the Duke of + Westphalia.” + </p> + <p> + “Is the Duke of Westphalia here present?” + </p> + <p> + “That is a question improper for you to ask.” + </p> + <p> + “If the Duke of Westphalia is one of the members of this Court, I command + him by the oath which he took at his installation, to descend from his + place and render his seat to me, the head of this order.” + </p> + <p> + “The nominal head,” corrected the Freigraf. + </p> + <p> + “The actual head,” persisted the prisoner. “The position remained nominal + only because the various occupants did not choose to exercise the + authority vested in them. It is my pleasure to resume the function which + has too long remained in abeyance, thus allowing inferior officers to + pretend to a power which is practical usurpation, and which, according to + the constitution of our order, is not to be tolerated. Disobey at your + peril. I ask the Archbishop of Cologne, Duke of Westphalia, as the one, + high vassal of the Empire, as the other, my subordinate in the + Fehmgerichte, to stand forth and salute his chief.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm’s heart beat rapidly underneath his black cloak as he saw this + spectacle of helpless prisoner defying a power, which, in its sphere of + action, was almost omnipotent. It was manifest that the Emperor’s + trenchant sentences had disturbed more than one member of the convention, + and even the Freigraf glanced in perplexity towards the supposed + Archbishop of Treves as if for a hint anent the answer that should be + given. As if in response to the silent appeal, Wilhelm rose slowly to his + feet, while the examiner seated himself. + </p> + <p> + “It is my privilege,” he began, “on behalf of my fellow members, to inform + the prisoner that the Court of the Holy Fehm has ever based its action on + the broad principles of eternal justice.” + </p> + <p> + A sarcastic smile wreathed the lips of the Emperor at this. Wilhelm went + on unheeding. + </p> + <p> + “A point of law has been raised by the prisoner, which, I think, at least + merits our earnest consideration, having regard for the future welfare of + this organisation, and being anxious not to allow any precedent to creep + in, which may work to the disadvantage of those who follow us. In order + that our deliberations may have that calm impartiality which has ever + distinguished them, I ask unanimous consent to my suggestion that the + prisoner be taken back to his cell until we come to a decision regarding + the matter in dispute.” + </p> + <p> + This proposition being agreed to without a dissenting voice, the prisoner + was removed from the room and the eyes of all the judges were turned + towards Wilhelm. The Freigraf was the first to break the silence. + </p> + <p> + “Although I have agreed to the removal of the prisoner,” he said, “yet I + see not the use of wasting so many words on him. While there is undoubted + wisdom in winning to our side the man who controls the army, there seems + to me little to gain in prolonging discussion with the Emperor, who is a + nonentity at best, and has no following. The path to the throne must be + cleared, and there is but one way of doing it.” + </p> + <p> + “Two, I think,” murmured Wilhelm. + </p> + <p> + “What other than by this prisoner’s death?” + </p> + <p> + “His abdication would suffice.” + </p> + <p> + “But, as you know, he has already refused to abdicate.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that was before he saw the executioner standing here. I think he is + now in a condition to reconsider his determination. Thus we will avoid + discussion of the knotty points which he raised, and which I, for one, + would prefer to see remain where they are. The moment he consents to + abdicate, the commander of the forces is willing to swear allegiance to + us. It must not be forgotten that even if we execute these two men we have + still the troops who hold the city of Frankfort to reckon with, and + although their leader may have disappeared, the young man has some sturdy + lieutenants who will give us trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you propose?” asked the Freigraf. + </p> + <p> + “If the colleague at my left will accompany me, we will visit the prisoner + and may have some proposals to submit to you on our return.” + </p> + <p> + This being acceded to, the two left the Judgment Chamber and proceeded + slowly to the cell of No. 13. On the way thither Wilhelm said to his + companion: + </p> + <p> + “As the prisoner may be on his guard if we enter together, I prefer to + sound him first alone, and at the proper moment, if you stay outside the + door of the cell, I shall summon you to enter.” + </p> + <p> + This meeting the sanction of Wilhelm’s companion, the young man entered + the cell alone, carefully closing the door behind him. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” he whispered, “the situation is extremely critical, and I + entreat you to maintain silence while I make explanation to you. I am + Wilhelm, the loyal commander of the Imperial forces, your Majesty’s most + devoted servant.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you then,” said the amazed monarch, “also a member of the + Fehmgerichte? I thought you came here as a prisoner, and, like myself, a + victim.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm drew off over his head the cloak which enveloped him, leaving his + limbs free, standing thus in his own proper person before the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “I was, indeed, a prisoner, and was visited in my cell by the Archbishop + of Treves. It was in his robe that I emerged from my cell undetected, + hoping to escape and bring rescue to your Majesty, but other brethren were + awaiting me outside, and I found myself compelled to sit in the Court + before which you made such an able defence.” + </p> + <p> + “It was you, then, who proposed that I should be taken back to my cell?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, your Majesty. And now a colleague remains outside this door, who + waits, expecting a summons to enter, but first I came to give warning to + your Majesty that you may make no outcry, if you should see what appears + to be two brothers of the order struggling together.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall keep strict silence. Is the Archbishop of Treves then a prisoner + in your cell?” + </p> + <p> + “He is, I assure you, a fast prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + “You propose that I should don the cloak of the incomer, and that thus we + make our escape together. We must be in haste, then, for if the Archbishop + releases himself from his bonds, he may produce such an uproar in his cell + that suspicion will be aroused.” + </p> + <p> + “The bonds in which I left the Archbishop of Treves will hold him firm + until we are outside this nest of vipers. And now, your Majesty, I beg you + to put on this cloak which I have been wearing, which will leave me free + speedily to overpower our visitor.” + </p> + <p> + The Emperor arrayed himself and stood, as he was fully entitled to do, a + fully costumed member of the Fehmgerichte. Wilhelm opened the door and + said softly: + </p> + <p> + “Enter, brother, that I may learn if the arrangements just made are + confirmed by your wisdom.” + </p> + <p> + The light within had been placed at the further end of the cell, and the + visitor’s own lantern gave but scant illumination. The moment the door was + firmly closed Wilhelm sprang upon him and bore him to the ground. If the + assaulted man attempted to make any sound, it was muffled by the folds of + his own cloak. A moment later, however, Wilhelm got a firm grip on his + bare throat, and holding him thus, pulled away his disguise from him, + revealing the pallid face of the Archbishop of Mayence. The young man + plucked the dagger from the inside of his doublet and placed it at the + breast of the prostrate man. + </p> + <p> + “If you make the slightest sound,” he whispered, “I shall bury this dagger + in your heart. It is the weapon of the Fehmgerichte and you know it will + penetrate chain armour.” + </p> + <p> + It was evident that the stricken Archbishop was much too frightened to do + anything to help himself, and Wilhelm unbuckling his own empty sword-belt, + proceeded to tie his trembling limbs. The Emperor whispered: + </p> + <p> + “The cords which bound me are still here, as well as the gag which + silenced me.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm put those instruments of tyranny to immediate use, and shortly the + Archbishop was a helpless silent heap in the further corner of the room. + Wilhelm and the Emperor each with a lantern, and each indistinguishable + from other members of the secret organisation, pushed open the door and + emerged from the cell. Closing the door again, Wilhelm said to the guard: + </p> + <p> + “Bolt this portal firmly and allow no one to enter who does not give you + this password.” + </p> + <p> + The young man stooped and whispered into the ear of the guard the word + “Elsa.” The two fugitives then walked slowly along the great hall, the + young man peering anxiously to his right for any sign of the stairway by + which he had descended. They passed numerous doors, all closed, and at + last Wilhelm began to wonder if one of these covered the exit which he + sought. Finally they came to the end of the large hall without seeing + trace of any outlet, and Wilhelm became conscious of the fact that getting + free from this labyrinth was like to prove more difficult than the + entering had been. Standing puzzled, not knowing where next to turn, aware + that precious time was being wasted fruitlessly, Wilhelm saw a man masked + and accoutred as a guard approach them. + </p> + <p> + “Is there anything in which I can pleasure your Lordships?” he asked + deferentially. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Wilhelm, “we desire to have a breath of fresh air; where is + the exit?” + </p> + <p> + “If your Lordship has the password, you may go out by the entrance in the + city. If you have not the word, then must you use the exit without the + wall, which is a long walk from here.” + </p> + <p> + “That does not matter,” replied Wilhelm, “it is the country air we wish to + breathe.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot leave my post, but I shall get one who will guide you.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, the man left them for several anxious minutes, going into a + room that apparently was used as guard-house, and reappearing with a man + who rubbed his eyes sleepily, as if newly awakened. Then the first guard + drew bolts from a stout door and pulled it open, revealing a dark chasm + like the entrance to a cell. Both Wilhelm and the Emperor viewed this + black enigma with deep suspicion, but their guide with his lantern plunged + into it and they followed, after which the door was closed and barred + behind them. + </p> + <p> + It was, indeed, as the first man had said, a long walk, as Wilhelm knew it + must be if it extended under the western gate and out into the country. + The passage was so narrow that two could not walk abreast, and frequently + the arched ceiling was so low that the guide ahead warned them to stoop as + they came on. At last he reached the foot of a stairway, and was about to + mount when Wilhelm said to him: + </p> + <p> + “Stand here till we return. Allow no one to pass who does not give you + this word,” and again he whispered the word “Elsa” in the man’s ear. + </p> + <p> + To the dismay of Wilhelm, the Emperor addressed the guard: + </p> + <p> + “Are there many prisoners within?” + </p> + <p> + “There are two only,” replied the man, “numbers 13 and 14. I helped to + carry No. 14 down the stair, and am glad his sword broke beneath him as he + fell, for, indeed, we had trouble enough with him as it was.” + </p> + <p> + Here Wilhelm took the liberty of touching the Emperor on the arm as if to + warn him that such discourse was untimely and dangerous. With beating + heart the young man led the way up the stairs, and at the top of the + second flight, came into what seemed to be the vestibule of a house, in + which, on benches round the wall, there sat four men seemingly on guard, + who immediately sprang to their feet when they saw the ghostly apparitions + before them. + </p> + <p> + “Unbar the door,” said Wilhelm, quietly, in the tone of one whose + authority is not to be disputed. “Close it after us and allow none to + enter or emerge who does not give you the word ‘Elsa.’” + </p> + <p> + This command was so promptly obeyed that Wilhelm could scarcely believe + they had won so easily to the outer air. The house stood alone on the bank + of the river at the end of a long garden which extended to the road. + Facing the thoroughfare and partly concealing the house from any chance + straggler was a low building which Wilhelm remembered was used as a + wayside drinking-place, in which wine, mostly of a poor quality, was + served to thirsty travellers. The gate to the street appeared deserted, + but as the two approached by the walk leading from the house, a guard + stood out from the shadow of the wall, scrutinised for a moment their + appearance, then saluting, held the gate open for them. + </p> + <p> + Once on the road, the two turned towards the city, whose black wall barred + their way some distance ahead, and whose towers and spires stood out dimly + against the starlit sky. A great silence, broken only by the soothing + murmur of the river, lay on the landscape. Wilhelm cast a glance aloft at + the star-sprinkled dome of heaven, and said: + </p> + <p> + “I judge it to be about an hour after midnight.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be so,” answered the Emperor, “I have lost all count of time. + </p> + <p> + “Has your Majesty been long in prison?” + </p> + <p> + “That I do not know. I may have lain there two days or a dozen. I had no + means of measuring the length of my imprisonment.” + </p> + <p> + “May I ask your Majesty in what manner you were lured into the halls of + the Fehmgerichte?” + </p> + <p> + “It was no lure. While I lay asleep at night in the cloisters by the + Cathedral I was bound and gagged, carried through the dark streets + helpless on a litter and finally flung into the cell in which you found + me.” + </p> + <p> + “May I further inquire what your Majesty’s intentions are regarding the + fulfilment of the duties imposed upon you by your high office?” + </p> + <p> + There was a long pause before the Emperor replied, then he said: + </p> + <p> + “Why do you ask?” + </p> + <p> + “Because, your Majesty, I have on several occasions imperilled my life for + an Emperor who does not rule, who has refused even to sign my commission + as officer of his troops.” + </p> + <p> + “Your commission was never sent to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your Majesty’s pardon, but it was sent three times to you in the + cloisters of the Cathedral, and returned three times unsigned.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it is as I suspected,” returned the Emperor, “the monks must have + connived at my capture. I have pleasure in confirming your appointment. I + am sure that the command could not be in more capable hands. And in + further reply to your question, if God permits me to see the light of day, + I shall be an emperor who rules.” + </p> + <p> + “It delights my heart to hear you say so. And now I ask, as a favour, that + you allow me to deal untrammelled with the Fehmgerichte.” + </p> + <p> + “I grant that most willingly.” + </p> + <p> + By this time they were almost under the shadow of the great wall of the + city, and Wilhelm, stopping, said to the Emperor: + </p> + <p> + “I think it well that we now divest ourselves of these disguises.” + </p> + <p> + They had scarcely thrown their cloaks behind the bushes at the side of the + road when they were accosted by the guard at the top of the wall. + </p> + <p> + “Halt! Who approaches the gate?” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm strode forward. + </p> + <p> + “Is Gottlieb at the guard-house or at the barracks?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “He is at the guard-house,” replied the sentinel, recognising the + questioner. + </p> + <p> + “Then arouse him immediately, and open the gates.” + </p> + <p> + “Gottlieb,” said Wilhelm, when once within the walls, “take a score of men + with you and surround the first house on the margin of the river up this + street. I shall accompany you so that there may be no mistake. Send + another score under a trusty leader to the house which stands alone + outside of the gates also on the margin of the stream. Give orders that + the men are to seize any person who attempts to enter or to come out; kill + if necessary, but let none escape you. Let a dozen men escort me to the + Palace.” + </p> + <p> + Having seen the Emperor safely housed in the Palace, Wilhelm returned + quickly to the place where Gottlieb and his score held guard over the town + entrance of the cellars he had quitted. + </p> + <p> + “Gottlieb, are you fully awake?” asked Wilhelm. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, master; awake and ready for any emergency.” + </p> + <p> + “Then send for some of your most stalwart sappers with tools to break + through a stone wall, and tell them to bring a piece of timber to batter + in this door.” + </p> + <p> + When the men arrived three blows from the oaken log sent the door + shattering from its hinges. Wilhelm sprang at once over the prostrate + portal, but not in time to prevent the flight of the guard down the + stairway. Calling the sappers to the first landing, and pointing to the + stone wall on the right: + </p> + <p> + “Break through that for me,” he cried. + </p> + <p> + “Master,” expostulated Gottlieb, “if you break through that wall I warn + you that the river will flow in.” + </p> + <p> + “Such is my intention, Gottlieb, and a gold piece to each man who works as + he has never wrought before.” + </p> + <p> + For a few moments there was nothing heard but the steady ring of iron on + stone as one by one the squares were extracted, the water beginning to + ooze in as the energetic sappers reached the outer course. At last the + remaining stones gave way, carried in with a rush by the torrent. + </p> + <p> + “Save yourselves!” cried Wilhelm, standing knee deep in the flood and not + stepping out until each man had passed him. There was a straining crash of + rending timber, and Gottlieb, dashing down, seized his master by the arm, + crying: + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, my Lord, the house is about to fall!” + </p> + <p> + With slight loss of time commander and lieutenant stood together in the + street and found that the latter’s panic was unwarranted, for the house, + although it trembled dangerously and leaned perceptibly toward the river, + was stoutly built of hewn stone. Grey daylight now began to spread over + the city, but still Wilhelm stood there listening to the inrush of the + water. + </p> + <p> + “By the great wine tub of Hundsrück!” exclaimed Gottlieb in amazement, + “that cellar is a large one. It seems to thirst for the whole flood of the + Main.” + </p> + <p> + “Send a messenger,” cried Wilhelm, “to the house you are guarding outside + the gates and discover for me whether your men have captured any + prisoners.” + </p> + <p> + It was broad daylight when the messenger returned, and the torrent down + the stair had become a rippling surface of water at the level of the + river, showing that all the cavern beneath was flooded. + </p> + <p> + “Well, messenger, what is your report?” demanded his commander. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, the officer in charge says that a short time ago the door of the + house was blown open as if by a strong wind; four men rushed out and + another was captured in the garden; all were pinioned and gagged, as you + commanded.” + </p> + <p> + “Are the prisoners men of quality or common soldiers?” + </p> + <p> + “Common soldiers, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well; let them be taken to the prison. I will visit them later in + the day.” + </p> + <p> + As Wilhelm, thoroughly fatigued after a night so exciting, walked the + streets of Frankfort toward his home the bells of the city suddenly began + to ring a merry peal, and, as if Frankfort had become awakened by the + musical clangor, windows were raised and doors opened, while citizens + inquired of each other the meaning of the clangor, a question which no one + seemed prepared to answer. + </p> + <p> + Reaching his own house, Wilhelm found Elsa awaiting him with less of + anxiety on her face than he had expected. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Wilhelm!” she cried, “what a fright you gave me, and not until I knew + where you were, did any peace come to my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “You knew where I was?” said Wilhelm in amazement. “Where was I, then?” + </p> + <p> + “You were with the Emperor, of course. That is why the bells are ringing; + the Emperor has returned, as you know, and is resolved to take his proper + place at the head of the state, much to the delight of the Empress, I can + assure you. But what an anxious time we spent until shortly after + midnight, when the Emperor arrived and told us you had been with him.” + </p> + <p> + “How came you to be at the Palace?” + </p> + <p> + “It happened in this way. You had hardly left the court last night when + his lordship the Archbishop of Cologne came and seemed anxious about the + welfare of the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “The Archbishop of Cologne! Is he still there or did he go elsewhere?” + </p> + <p> + “He is still there, and was there when the Emperor came in. Why do you ask + so eagerly? Is there anything wrong?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so far as the Archbishop is concerned, apparently. He has kept his + word and so there is one less high office vacant. Well, what did the + Archbishop say?” + </p> + <p> + “He wished to see you, and so the Empress sent for you, but search as we + would, you were nowhere to be found. On hearing this I became alarmed and + went at once to the Palace. The Archbishop seemed in deep trouble, but he + refused to tell the Empress the cause of it, and so increased our anxiety. + However, all was right when the Emperor came, and now they are ringing the + bells, for he is to appear before the people on the balcony of the Romer, + as if he were newly crowned. We must make haste if we are to see him.” + </p> + <p> + Wilhelm escorted his wife to the square before the Romer, but so dense was + the cheering crowd that it was impossible for him to force a way through. + They were in time to see the Emperor appear on the balcony, and Wilhelm, + raising his sword aloft, shouted louder than any in that throng, Elsa + herself waving a scarf above her head in the enthusiasm of the moment. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE COUNT’S APOLOGY + </h2> + <p> + The fifteen nobles, who formed the Council of State for the Moselle + Valley, stood in little groups in the Rittersaal of Winneburg’s Castle, + situated on a hill-top in the Ender Valley, a league or so from the waters + of the Moselle. The nobles spoke in low tones together, for a greater than + they were present, no other than their over-lord, the Archbishop of + Treves, who, in his stately robes of office, paced up and down the long + room, glancing now and then through the narrow windows which gave a view + down the Ender Valley. + </p> + <p> + There was a trace of impatience in his Lordship’s bearing, and well there + might be, for here was the Council of State in assemblage, yet their + chairman was absent, and the nobles stood there helplessly, like a flock + of sheep whose shepherd is missing. The chairman was the Count of + Winneburg, in whose castle they were now collected, and his lack of + punctuality was thus a double discourtesy, for he was host as well as + president. + </p> + <p> + Each in turn had tried to soothe the anger of the Archbishop, for all + liked the Count of Winneburg, a bluff and generous-hearted giant, who + would stand by his friends against all comers, was the quarrel his own or + no. In truth little cared the stalwart Count of Winneburg whose quarrel it + was so long as his arm got opportunity of wielding a blow in it. His + Lordship of Treves had not taken this championship of the absent man with + good grace, and now strode apart from the group, holding himself + haughtily; muttering, perhaps prayers, perhaps something else. + </p> + <p> + When one by one the nobles had arrived at Winneburg’s Castle, they were + informed that its master had gone hunting that morning, saying he would + return in time for the mid-day meal, but nothing had been heard of him + since, although mounted messengers had been sent forth, and the great bell + in the southern tower had been set ringing when the Archbishop arrived. It + was the general opinion that Count Winneburg, becoming interested in the + chase, had forgotten all about the Council, for it was well known that the + Count’s body was better suited for athletic sports or warfare than was his + mind for the consideration of questions of State, and the nobles, + themselves of similar calibre, probably liked him none the less on that + account. + </p> + <p> + Presently the Archbishop stopped in his walk and faced the assemblage. “My + Lords,” he said, “we have already waited longer than the utmost stretch of + courtesy demands. The esteem in which Count Winneburg holds our + deliberations is indicated by his inexcusable neglect of a duty conferred + upon him by you, and voluntarily accepted by him. I shall therefore take + my place in his chair, and I call upon you to seat yourselves at the + Council table.” + </p> + <p> + Saying which the Archbishop strode to the vacant chair, and seated himself + in it at the head of the board. The nobles looked one at the other with + some dismay, for it was never their intention that the Archbishop should + preside over their meeting, the object of which was rather to curb that + high prelate’s ambition, than to confirm still further the power he + already held over them. + </p> + <p> + When, a year before, these Councils of State had been inaugurated, the + Archbishop had opposed them, but, finding that the Emperor was inclined to + defer to the wishes of his nobles, the Lord of Treves had insisted upon + his right to be present during the deliberations, and this right the + Emperor had conceded. He further proposed that the meeting should be held + at his own castle of Cochem, as being conveniently situated midway between + Coblentz and Treves, but to this the nobles had, with fervent unanimity, + objected. Cochem Castle, they remembered, possessed strong walls and deep + dungeons, and they had no desire to trust themselves within the lion’s + jaws, having little faith in his Lordship’s benevolent intentions towards + them. + </p> + <p> + The Emperor seemed favourable to the selection of Cochem as a convenient + place of meeting, and the nobles were nonplussed, because they could not + give their real reason for wishing to avoid it, and the Archbishop + continued to press the claims of Cochem as being of equal advantage to + all. + </p> + <p> + “It is not as though I asked them to come to Treves,” said the Archbishop, + “for that would entail a long journey upon those living near the Rhine, + and in going to Cochem I shall myself be called upon to travel as far as + those who come from Coblentz.” + </p> + <p> + The Emperor said: + </p> + <p> + “It seems a most reasonable selection, and, unless some strong objection + be urged, I shall confirm the choice of Cochem.” + </p> + <p> + The nobles were all struck with apprehension at these words, and knew not + what to say, when suddenly, to their great delight, up spoke the stalwart + Count of Winneburg. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” he said, “my Castle stands but a short league from Cochem, + and has a Rittersaal as large as that in the pinnacled palace owned by the + Archbishop. It is equally convenient for all concerned, and every + gentleman is right welcome to its hospitality. My cellars are well filled + with good wine, and my larders are stocked with an abundance of food. All + that can be urged in favour of Cochem applies with equal truth to the + Schloss Winneburg. If, therefore, the members of the Council will accept + of my roof, it is theirs.” + </p> + <p> + The nobles with universal enthusiasm cried: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; Winneburg is the spot.” + </p> + <p> + The Emperor smiled, for he well knew that his Lordship of Treves was + somewhat miserly in the dispensing of his hospitality. He preferred to see + his guests drink the wine of a poor vintage rather than tap the cask which + contained the yield of a good year. His Majesty smiled, because he + imagined his nobles thought of the replenishing of their stomachs, whereas + they were concerned for the safety of their necks; but seeing them + unanimous in their choice, he nominated Schloss Winneburg as the place of + meeting, and so it remained. + </p> + <p> + When, therefore, the Archbishop of Treves set himself down in the ample + chair, to which those present had, without a dissenting vote, elected + Count Winneburg, distrust at once took hold of them, for they were ever + jealous of the encroachments of their over-lord. The Archbishop glared + angrily around him, but no man moved from where he stood. + </p> + <p> + “I ask you to be seated. The Council is called to order.” + </p> + <p> + Baron Beilstein cleared his throat and spoke, seemingly with some + hesitation, but nevertheless with a touch of obstinacy in his voice: + </p> + <p> + “May we beg a little more time for Count Winneburg? He has doubtless gone + farther afield than he intended when he set out. I myself know something + of the fascination of the chase, and can easily understand that it wipes + out all remembrance of lesser things.” + </p> + <p> + “Call you this Council a lesser thing?” demanded the Archbishop. “We have + waited an hour already, and I shall not give the laggard a moment more.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord, then I am sorry to hear it. I would not willingly be the + man who sits in Winneburg’s chair, should he come suddenly upon us.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that a threat?” asked the Archbishop, frowning. + </p> + <p> + “It is not a threat, but rather a warning. I am a neighbour of the Count, + and know him well, and whatever his virtues may be, calm patience is not + one of them. If time hangs heavily, may I venture to suggest that your + Lordship remove the prohibition you proclaimed when the Count’s servants + offered us wine, and allow me to act temporarily as host, ordering the + flagons to be filled, which I think will please Winneburg better when he + comes, than finding another in his chair.” + </p> + <p> + “This is no drunken revel, but a Council of State,” said the Archbishop + sternly; “and I drink no wine when the host is not here to proffer it. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord,” said Beilstein, with a shrug of the shoulders, “some of + us are so thirsty that we care not who makes the offer, so long as the + wine be sound.” + </p> + <p> + What reply the Archbishop would have made can only be conjectured, for at + that moment the door burst open and in came Count Winneburg, a head and + shoulders above any man in that room, and huge in proportion. + </p> + <p> + “My Lords, my Lords,” he cried, his loud voice booming to the rafters, + “how can I ask you to excuse such a breach of hospitality. What! Not a + single flagon of wine in the room? This makes my deep regret almost + unbearable. Surely, Beilstein, you might have amended that, if only for + the sake of an old and constant comrade. Truth, gentlemen, until I heard + the bell of the castle toll, I had no thought that this was the day of our + meeting, and then, to my despair, I found myself an hour away, and have + ridden hard to be among you.” + </p> + <p> + Then, noticing there was something ominous in the air, and an unaccustomed + silence to greet his words, he looked from one to the other, and his eye, + travelling up the table, finally rested upon the Archbishop in his chair. + Count Winneburg drew himself up, his ruddy face colouring like fire. Then, + before any person could reach out hand to check him, or move lip in + counsel, the Count, with a fierce oath, strode to the usurper, grasped him + by the shoulders, whirled his heels high above his head, and flung him + like a sack of corn to the smooth floor, where the unfortunate Archbishop, + huddled in a helpless heap, slid along the polished surface as if he were + on ice. The fifteen nobles stood stock-still, appalled at this unexpected + outrage upon their over-lord. Winneburg seated himself in the chair with + an emphasis that made even the solid table rattle, and bringing down his + huge fist crashing on the board before him, shouted: + </p> + <p> + “Let no man occupy my chair, unless he has weight enough to remain there.” + </p> + <p> + Baron Beilstein, and one or two others, hurried to the prostrate + Archbishop and assisted him to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Count Winneburg,” said Beilstein, “you can expect no sympathy from us for + such an act of violence in your own hall.” + </p> + <p> + “I want none of your sympathy,” roared the angry Count. “Bestow it on the + man now in your hands who needs it. If you want the Archbishop of Treves + to act as your chairman, elect him to that position and welcome. I shall + have no usurpation in my Castle. While I am president I sit in the chair, + and none other.” + </p> + <p> + There was a murmur of approval at this, for one and all were deeply + suspicious of the Archbishop’s continued encroachments. + </p> + <p> + His Lordship of Treves once more on his feet, his lips pallid, and his + face colourless, looked with undisguised hatred at his assailant. + “Winneburg,” he said slowly, “you shall apologise abjectly for this + insult, and that in presence of the nobles of this Empire, or I will see + to it that not one stone of this castle remains upon another.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” said the Count nonchalantly, “I shall apologise to you, my Lord, + when you have apologised to me for taking my place. As to the castle, it + is said that the devil assisted in the building of it, and it is quite + likely that through friendship for you, he may preside over its + destruction.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop made no reply, but, bowing haughtily to the rest of the + company, who looked glum enough, well knowing that the episode they had + witnessed meant, in all probability, red war let loose down the smiling + valley of the Moselle, left the Rittersaal. + </p> + <p> + “Now that the Council is duly convened in regular order,” said Count + Winneburg, when the others had seated themselves round his table, “what + questions of state come up for discussion?” + </p> + <p> + For a moment there was no answer to this query, the delegates looking at + one another speechless. But at last Baron Beilstein shrugging his + shoulder, said drily: + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord Count, I think the time for talk is past, and I suggest + that we all look closely to the strengthening of our walls, which are + likely to be tested before long by the Lion of Treves. It was perhaps + unwise, Winneburg, to have used the Archbishop so roughly, he being + unaccustomed to athletic exercise; but, let the consequences be what they + may, I, for one, will stand by you.” + </p> + <p> + “And I; and I; and I; and I,” cried the others, with the exception of the + Knight of Ehrenburg, who, living as he did near the town of Coblentz, was + learned in the law, and not so ready as some of his comrades to speak + first and think afterwards. + </p> + <p> + “My good friends,” cried their presiding officer, deeply moved by this + token of their fealty, “what I have done I have done, be it wise or the + reverse, and the results must fall on my head alone. No words of mine can + remove the dust of the floor from the Archbishop’s cloak, so if he comes, + let him come. I will give him as hearty a welcome as it is in my power to + render. All I ask is fair play, and those who stand aside shall see a good + fight. It is not right that a hasty act of mine should embroil the + peaceful country side, so if Treves comes on I shall meet him alone here + in my castle. But, nevertheless, I thank you all for your offers of help; + that is all, except the Knight of Ehrenburg, whose tender of assistance, + if made, has escaped my ear.” + </p> + <p> + The Knight of Ehrenburg had, up to that moment, been studying the texture + of the oaken table on which his flagon sat. Now he looked up and spoke + slowly. + </p> + <p> + “I made no proffer of help,” he said, “because none will be needed, I + believe, so far as the Archbishop of Treves is concerned. The Count a + moment ago said that all he wanted was fair play, but that is just what he + has no right to expect from his present antagonist. The Archbishop will + make no attempt on this castle; he will act much more subtly than that. + The Archbishop will lay the redress of his quarrel upon the shoulders of + the Emperor, and it is the oncoming of the Imperial troops you have to + fear, and not an invasion from Treves. Against the forces of the Emperor + we are powerless, united or divided. Indeed, his Majesty may call upon us + to invest this castle, whereupon, if we refuse, we are rebels who have + broken our oaths.” + </p> + <p> + “What then is there left for me to do?” asked the Count, dismayed at the + coil in which he had involved himself. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing,” advised the Knight of Ehrenburg, “except to apologise abjectly + to the Archbishop, and that not too soon, for his Lordship may refuse to + accept it. But when he formally demands it, I should render it to him on + his own terms, and think myself well out of an awkward position.” + </p> + <p> + The Count of Winneburg rose from his seat, and lifting his clinched fist + high above his head, shook it at the timbers of the roof. + </p> + <p> + “That,” he cried, “will I never do, while one stone of Winneburg stands + upon another.” + </p> + <p> + At this, those present, always with the exception of the Knight of + Ehrenburg, sprang to their feet, shouting: + </p> + <p> + “Imperial troops or no, we stand by the Count of Winneburg!” + </p> + <p> + Some one flashed forth a sword, and instantly a glitter of blades was in + the air, while cheer after cheer rang to the rafters. When the uproar had + somewhat subsided, the Knight of Ehrenburg said calmly: + </p> + <p> + “My castle stands nearest to the capital, and will be the first to fall, + but, nevertheless, hoping to do my shouting when the war is ended, I join + my forces with those of the rest of you.” + </p> + <p> + And amidst this unanimity, and much emptying of flagons, the assemblage + dissolved, each man with his escort taking his way to his own stronghold, + perhaps to con more soberly, next day, the problem that confronted him. + They were fighters all, and would not flinch when the pinch came, whatever + the outcome. + </p> + <p> + Day followed day with no sign from Treves. Winneburg employed the time in + setting his house in order to be ready for whatever chanced, and just as + the Count was beginning to congratulate himself that his deed was to be + without consequences, there rode up to his castle gates a horseman, + accompanied by two lancers, and on the newcomer’s breast were emblazoned + the Imperial arms. Giving voice to his horn, the gates were at once thrown + open to him, and, entering, he demanded instant speech with the Count. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, Count Winneburg,” he said, when that giant had presented + himself, “His Majesty the Emperor commands me to summon you to the court + at Frankfort.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you take me as prisoner, then?” asked the Count. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing was said to me of arrest. I was merely commissioned to deliver to + you the message of the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “What are your orders if I refuse to go?” + </p> + <p> + A hundred armed men stood behind the Count, a thousand more were within + call of the castle bell; two lances only were at the back of the + messenger; but the strength of the broadcast empire was betokened by the + symbol on his breast. + </p> + <p> + “My orders are to take back your answer to his Imperial Majesty,” replied + the messenger calmly. + </p> + <p> + The Count, though hot-headed, was no fool, and he stood for a moment + pondering on the words which the Knight of Ehrenburg had spoken on taking + his leave: + </p> + <p> + “Let not the crafty Archbishop embroil you with the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + This warning had been the cautious warrior’s parting advice to him. + </p> + <p> + “If you will honour my humble roof,” said the Count slowly, “by taking + refreshment beneath it, I shall be glad of your company afterwards to + Frankfort, in obedience to his Majesty’s commands.” + </p> + <p> + The messenger bowed low, accepted the hospitality, and together they made + way across the Moselle, and along the Roman road to the capital. + </p> + <p> + Within the walls of Frankfort the Count was lodged in rooms near the + palace, to which his conductor guided him, and, although it was still held + that he was not a prisoner, an armed man paced to and fro before his door + all night. The day following his arrival, Count Winneburg was summoned to + the Court, and in a large ante-room found himself one of a numerous + throng, conspicuous among them all by reason of his great height and bulk. + </p> + <p> + The huge hall was hung with tapestry, and at the further end were heavy + curtains, at each edge of which stood half-a-dozen armoured men, the + detachments being under command of two gaily-uniformed officers. + Occasionally the curtains were parted by menials who stood there to + perform that duty, and high nobles entered, or came out, singly and in + groups. Down the sides of the hall were packed some hundreds of people, + chattering together for the most part, and gazing at those who passed up + and down the open space in the centre. + </p> + <p> + The Count surmised that the Emperor held his Court in whatever apartment + was behind the crimson curtains. He felt the eyes of the multitude upon + him, and shifted uneasily from one foot to another, cursing his + ungainliness, ashamed of the tingling of the blood in his cheeks. He was + out of plaice in this laughing, talking crowd, experiencing the sensations + of an uncouth rustic suddenly thrust into the turmoil of a metropolis, + resenting bitterly the supposed sneers that were flung at him. He + suspected that the whispering and the giggling were directed towards + himself, and burned to draw his sword and let these popinjays know for + once what a man could do. As a matter of fact it was a buzz of admiration + at his stature which went up when he entered, but the Count had so little + of self-conceit in his soul that he never even guessed the truth. + </p> + <p> + Two nobles passing near him, he heard one of them say distinctly: + </p> + <p> + “That is the fellow who threw the Archbishop over his head,” while the + other, glancing at him, said: + </p> + <p> + “By the Coat, he seems capable of upsetting the three of them, and I, for + one, wish more power to his muscle should he attempt it.” + </p> + <p> + The Count shrank against the tapestried walls, hot with anger, wishing + himself a dwarf that he might escape the gaze of so many inquiring eyes. + Just as the scrutiny was becoming unbearable, his companion touched him on + the elbow, and said in a low voice: + </p> + <p> + “Count Winneburg, follow me.” + </p> + <p> + He held aside the tapestry at the back of the Count, and that noble, + nothing loth, disappeared from view behind it. + </p> + <p> + Entering a narrow passage-way, they traversed it until they came to a + closed door, at each lintel of which stood a pikeman, fronted with a + shining breastplate of metal. The Count’s conductor knocked gently at the + closed door, then opened it, holding it so that the Count could pass in, + and when he had done so, the door closed softly behind him. To his + amazement, Winneburg saw before him, standing at the further end of the + small room, the Emperor Rudolph, entirely alone. The Count was about to + kneel awkwardly, when his liege strode forward and prevented him. + </p> + <p> + “Count Winneburg,” he said, “from what I hear of you, your elbow-joints + are more supple than those of your knees, therefore let us be thankful + that on this occasion there is no need to use either. I see you are under + the mistaken impression that the Emperor is present. Put that thought from + your mind, and regard me simply as Lord Rudolph—one gentleman + wishing to have some little conversation with another.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty—” stammered the Count. + </p> + <p> + “I have but this moment suggested that you forget that title, my Lord. + But, leaving aside all question of salutation, let us get to the heart of + the matter, for I think we are both direct men. You are summoned to + Frankfort because that high and mighty Prince of the Church, the + Archbishop of Treves, has made complaint to the Emperor against you + alleging what seems to be an unpardonable indignity suffered by him at + your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty—my Lord, I mean,” faltered the Count. “The indignity + was of his own seeking; he sat down in my chair, where he had no right to + place himself, and I—I—persuaded him to relinquish his + position.” + </p> + <p> + “So I am informed—that is to say, so his Majesty has been informed,” + replied Rudolph, a slight smile hovering round his finely chiselled lips. + “We are not here to comment upon any of the Archbishop’s delinquencies, + but, granting, for the sake of argument, that he had encroached upon your + rights, nevertheless, he was under your roof, and honestly, I fail to see + that you were justified in cracking his heels against the same.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, your Majesty—again I beg your Majesty’s pardon—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no matter,” said the Emperor, “call me what you like; names signify + little.” + </p> + <p> + “If then the Emperor,” continued the Count, “found an intruder sitting on + his throne, would he like it, think you?” + </p> + <p> + “His feeling, perhaps, would be one of astonishment, my Lord Count, but + speaking for the Emperor, I am certain that he would never lay hands on + the usurper, or treat him like a sack of corn in a yeoman’s barn.” + </p> + <p> + The Count laughed heartily at this, and was relieved to find that this + quitted him of the tension which the great presence had at first inspired. + </p> + <p> + “Truth to tell, your Majesty, I am sorry I touched him. I should have + requested him to withdraw, but my arm has always been more prompt in + action than my tongue, as you can readily see since I came into this + room.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, Count, your tongue does you very good service,” continued the + Emperor, “and I am glad to have from you an expression of regret. I hope, + therefore, that you will have no hesitation in repeating that declaration + to the Archbishop of Treves.” + </p> + <p> + “Does your Majesty mean that I am to apologise to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + There was a moment’s pause, then the Count said slowly: + </p> + <p> + “I will surrender to your Majesty my person, my sword, my castle, and my + lands. I will, at your word, prostrate myself at your feet, and humbly beg + pardon for any offence I have committed against you, but to tell the + Archbishop I am sorry when I am not, and to cringe before him and + supplicate his grace, well, your Majesty, as between man and man, I’ll see + him damned first.” + </p> + <p> + Again the Emperor had some difficulty in preserving that rigidity of + expression which he had evidently resolved to maintain. + </p> + <p> + “Have you ever met a ghost, my Lord Count?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + Winneburg crossed himself devoutly, a sudden pallor sweeping over his + face. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, your Majesty, I have seen strange things, and things for which + there was no accounting; but it has been usually after a contest with the + wine flagon, and at the time my head was none of the clearest, so I could + not venture to say whether they were ghosts or no.” + </p> + <p> + “Imagine, then, that in one of the corridors of your castle at midnight + you met a white-robed transparent figure, through whose form your sword + passed scathlessly. What would you do, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, your Majesty, I would take to my heels, and bestow myself + elsewhere as speedily as possible.” + </p> + <p> + “Most wisely spoken and you, who are no coward, who fear not to face + willingly in combat anything natural, would, in certain circumstances, + trust to swift flight for your protection. Very well, my Lord, you are now + confronted with something against which your stout arm is as unavailing as + it would be if an apparition stood in your path. There is before you the + spectre of subtlety. Use arm instead of brain, and you are a lost man. + </p> + <p> + “The Archbishop expects no apology. He looks for a stalwart, stubborn man, + defying himself and the Empire combined. You think, perhaps, that the + Imperial troops will surround your castle, and that you may stand a siege. + Now the Emperor would rather have you fight with him than against him, but + in truth there will be no contest. Hold to your refusal, and you will be + arrested before you leave the precincts of this palace. You will be thrown + into a dungeon, your castle and your lands sequestered; and I call your + attention to the fact that your estate adjoins the possessions of the + Archbishop at Cochem, and Heaven fend me for hinting that his Lordship + casts covetous eyes over his boundary; yet, nevertheless, he will probably + not refuse to accept your possessions in reparation for the insult + bestowed upon him. Put it this way if you like. Would you rather pleasure + me or pleasure the Archbishop of Treves?” + </p> + <p> + “There is no question as to that,” answered the Count. + </p> + <p> + “Then it will please me well if you promise to apologise to his Lordship + the Archbishop of Treves. That his Lordship will be equally pleased, I + very much doubt.” + </p> + <p> + “Will your Majesty command me in open Court to apologise?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall request you to do so. I must uphold the Feudal law.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I beseech your Majesty to command me, for I am a loyal subject, and + will obey.” + </p> + <p> + “God give me many such,” said the Emperor fervently, “and bestow upon me + the wisdom to deserve them!” + </p> + <p> + He extended his hand to the Count, then touched a bell on the table beside + him. The officer who had conducted Winneburg entered silently, and acted + as his guide back to the thronged apartment they had left. The Count saw + that the great crimson curtains were now looped up, giving a view of the + noble interior of the room beyond, thronged with the notables of the + Empire. The hall leading to it was almost deserted, and the Count, under + convoy of two lancemen, himself nearly as tall as their weapons, passed in + to the Throne Room, and found all eyes turned upon him. + </p> + <p> + He was brought to a stand before an elevated dais, the centre of which was + occupied by a lofty throne, which, at the moment, was empty. Near it, on + the elevation, stood the three Archbishops of Treves, Cologne, and + Mayence, on the other side the Count Palatine of the Rhine with the + remaining three Electors. The nobles of the realm occupied places + according to their degree. + </p> + <p> + As the stalwart Count came in, a buzz of conversation swept over the hall + like a breeze among the leaves of a forest. A malignant scowl darkened the + countenance of the Archbishop of Treves, but the faces of Cologne and + Mayence expressed a certain Christian resignation regarding the contumely + which had been endured by their colleague. The Count stood stolidly where + he was placed, and gazed at the vacant throne, turning his eyes neither to + the right nor the left. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly there was a fanfare of trumpets, and instant silence smote the + assembly. First came officers of the Imperial Guard in shining armour, + then the immediate advisers and councillors of his Majesty, and last of + all, the Emperor himself, a robe of great richness clasped at his throat, + and trailing behind him; the crown of the Empire upon his head. His face + was pale and stern, and he looked what he was, a monarch, and a man. The + Count rubbed his eyes, and could scarcely believe that he stood now in the + presence of one who had chatted amiably with him but a few moments before. + </p> + <p> + The Emperor sat on his throne and one of his councillors whispered for + some moments to him; then the Emperor said, in a low, clear voice, that + penetrated to the farthest corner of the vast apartment: + </p> + <p> + “Is the Count of Winneburg here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “Let him stand forward.” + </p> + <p> + The Count strode two long steps to the front, and stood there, red-faced + and abashed. The officer at his side whispered: + </p> + <p> + “Kneel, you fool, kneel.” + </p> + <p> + And the Count got himself somewhat clumsily down upon his knees, like an + elephant preparing to receive his burden. The face of the Emperor remained + impassive, and he said harshly: + </p> + <p> + “Stand up.” + </p> + <p> + The Count, once more upon his feet, breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction + at finding himself again in an upright posture. + </p> + <p> + “Count of Winneburg,” said the Emperor slowly, “it is alleged that upon + the occasion of the last meeting of the Council of State for the Moselle + valley, you, in presence of the nobles there assembled, cast a slight upon + your over-lord, the Archbishop of Treves. Do you question the statement?” + </p> + <p> + The Count cleared his throat several times, which in the stillness of that + vaulted room sounded like the distant booming of cannon. + </p> + <p> + “If to cast the Archbishop half the distance of this room is to cast a + slight upon him, I did so, your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + There was a simultaneous ripple of laughter at this, instantly suppressed + when the searching eye of the Emperor swept the room. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Count,” said the Emperor severely, “the particulars of your outrage + are not required of you; only your admission thereof. Hear, then, my + commands. Betake yourself to your castle of Winneburg, and hold yourself + there in readiness to proceed to Treves on a day appointed by his Lordship + the Archbishop, an Elector of this Empire, there to humble yourself before + him, and crave his pardon for the offence you have committed. Disobey at + your peril.” + </p> + <p> + Once or twice the Count moistened his dry lips, then he said: + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty, I will obey any command you place upon me.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case,” continued the Emperor, his severity visibly relaxing, “I + can promise that your over-lord will not hold this incident against you. + Such, I understand, is your intention, my Lord Archbishop?” and the + Emperor turned toward the Prince of Treves. + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop bowed low, and thus veiled the malignant hatred in his + eyes. “Yes, your Majesty,” he replied, “providing the apology is given as + publicly as was the insult, in presence of those who were witnesses of the + Count’s foolishness.” + </p> + <p> + “That is but a just condition,” said the Emperor. “It is my pleasure that + the Council be summoned to Treves to hear the Count’s apology. And now, + Count of Winneburg, you are at liberty to withdraw.” + </p> + <p> + The Count drew his mammoth hand across his brow, and scattered to the + floor the moisture that had collected there. He tried to speak, but + apparently could not, then turned and walked resolutely towards the door. + There was instant outcry at this, the Chamberlain of the Court standing in + stupefied amazement at a breach of etiquette which exhibited any man’s + back to the Emperor; but a smile relaxed the Emperor’s lips, and he held + up his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Do not molest him,” he said, as the Count disappeared. “He is unused to + the artificial manners of a Court. In truth, I take it as a friendly act, + for I am sure the valiant Count never turned his back upon a foe,” which + Imperial witticism was well received, for the sayings of an Emperor rarely + lack applause. + </p> + <p> + The Count, wending his long way home by the route he had come, spent the + first half of the journey in cursing the Archbishop, and the latter half + in thinking over the situation. By the time he had reached his castle he + had formulated a plan, and this plan he proceeded to put into execution on + receiving the summons of the Archbishop to come to Treves on the first day + of the following month and make his apology, the Archbishop, with + characteristic penuriousness, leaving the inviting of the fifteen nobles, + who formed the Council, to Winneburg, and thus his Lordship of Treves was + saved the expense of sending special messengers to each. In case Winneburg + neglected to summon the whole Council, the Archbishop added to his + message, the statement that he would refuse to receive the apology if any + of the nobles were absent. + </p> + <p> + Winneburg sent messengers, first to Beilstein, asking him to attend at + Treves on the second day of the month, and bring with him an escort of at + least a thousand men. Another he asked for the third, another for the + fourth, another for the fifth, and so on, resolved that before a complete + quorum was present, half of the month would be gone, and with it most of + the Archbishop’s provender, for his Lordship, according to the laws of + hospitality, was bound to entertain free of all charge to themselves the + various nobles and their followings. + </p> + <p> + On the first day of the month Winneburg entered the northern gate of + Treves, accompanied by two hundred horsemen and eight hundred foot + soldiers. At first, the officers of the Archbishop thought that an + invasion was contemplated, but Winneburg suavely explained that if a thing + was worth doing at all, it was worth doing well, and he was not going to + make any hole-and-corner affair of his apology. Next day Beilstein came + along accompanied by five hundred cavalry, and five hundred foot soldiers. + </p> + <p> + The Chamberlain of the Archbishop was in despair at having to find + quarters for so many, but he did the best he could, while the Archbishop + was enraged to observe that the nobles did not assemble in greater haste, + but each as he came had a plausible excuse for his delay. Some had to + build bridges, sickness had broken out in another camp, while a third + expedition had lost its way and wandered in the forest. + </p> + <p> + The streets of Treves each night resounded with songs of revelry, varied + by the clash of swords, when a party of the newcomers fell foul of a squad + of the town soldiers, and the officers on either side had much ado to keep + the peace among their men. The Archbishop’s wine cups were running dry, + and the price of provisions had risen, the whole surrounding country being + placed under contribution for provender and drink. When a week had elapsed + the Archbishop relaxed his dignity and sent for Count Winneburg. + </p> + <p> + “We will not wait for the others,” he said. “I have no desire to humiliate + you unnecessarily. Those who are here shall bear witness that you have + apologised, and so I shall not insist on the presence of the laggards, but + will receive your apology to-morrow at high noon in the great council + chamber.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, there speaks a noble heart, ever thinking generously of those who + despitefully use you, my Lord Archbishop,” said Count Winneburg. “But no, + no, I cannot accept such a sacrifice. The Emperor showed me plainly the + enormity of my offence. In the presence of all I insulted you, wretch that + I am, and in the presence of all shall I abase myself.” + </p> + <p> + “But I do not seek your abasement,” protested the Archbishop, frowning. + </p> + <p> + “The more honour, then, to your benevolent nature,” answered the Count, + “and the more shameful would it be of me to take advantage of it. As I + stood a short time since on the walls, I saw coming up the river the + banners of the Knight of Ehrenburg. His castle is the furthest removed + from Treves, and so the others cannot surely delay long. We will wait, my + Lord Archbishop, until all are here. But I thank you just as much for your + generosity as if I were craven enough to shield myself behind it.” + </p> + <p> + The Knight of Ehrenburg in due time arrived, and behind him his thousand + men, many of whom were compelled to sleep in the public buildings, for all + the rooms in Treves were occupied. Next day the Archbishop summoned the + assembled nobles and said he would hear the apology in their presence. If + the others missed it, it was their own fault—they should have been + in time. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot apologise;” said the Count, “until all are here. It was the + Emperor’s order, and who am I to disobey my Emperor? We must await their + coming with patience, and, indeed, Treves is a goodly town, in which all + of us find ourselves fully satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, my blessing on you all,” said the Archbishop in a sour tone most + unsuited to the benediction he was bestowing. “Return, I beg of you, + instantly, to your castles. I forego the apology.” + </p> + <p> + “But I insist on tendering it,” cried the Count, his mournful voice giving + some indication of the sorrow he felt at his offence if it went + unrequited. “It is my duty, not only to you, my Lord Archbishop, but also + to his Majesty the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, in Heaven’s name get on with it and depart. I am willing to accept + it on your own terms, as I have said before.” + </p> + <p> + “No, not on my own terms, but on yours. What matters the delay of a week + or two? The hunting season does not begin for a fortnight, and we are all + as well at Treves as at home. Besides, how could I ever face my Emperor + again, knowing I had disobeyed his commands?” + </p> + <p> + “I will make it right with the Emperor,” said the Archbishop. + </p> + <p> + The Knight of Ehrenburg now spoke up, calmly, as was his custom: + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis a serious matter,” he said, “for a man to take another’s word + touching action of his Majesty the Emperor. You have clerks here with you; + perhaps then you will bid them indite a document to be signed by yourself + absolving my friend, the Count of Winneburg, from all necessity of + apologising, so that should the Emperor take offence at his disobedience, + the parchment may hold him scathless.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do anything to be quit of you,” muttered the Archbishop more to + himself than to the others. + </p> + <p> + And so the document was written and signed. With this parchment in his + saddle-bags the Count and his comrades quitted the town, drinking in half + flagons the health of the Archbishop, because there was not left in Treves + enough wine to fill the measures to the brim. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CONVERTED + </h2> + <p> + In the ample stone-paved courtyard of the Schloss Grunewald, with its + mysterious bubbling spring in the centre, stood the Black Baron beside his + restive horse, both equally eager to be away. Round the Baron were grouped + his sixteen knights and their saddled chargers, all waiting the word to + mount. The warder was slowly opening the huge gates that hung between the + two round entrance towers of the castle, for it was the Baron’s custom + never to ride out at the head of his men until the great leaves of the + strong gate fell full apart, and showed the green landscape beyond. The + Baron did not propose to ride unthinkingly out, and straightway fall into + an ambush. + </p> + <p> + He and his sixteen knights were the terror of the country-side, and many + there were who would have been glad to venture a bow shot at him had they + dared. There seemed to be some delay about the opening of the gates, and a + great chattering of underlings at the entrance, as if something unusual + had occurred, whereupon the rough voice of the Baron roared out to know + the cause that kept him waiting, and every one scattered, each to his own + affair, leaving only the warder, who approached his master with fear in + his face. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord,” he began, when the Baron had shouted what the devil ailed him, + “there has been nailed against the outer gate; sometime in the night, a + parchment with characters written thereon.” + </p> + <p> + “Then tear it down and bring it to me,” cried the Baron. “What’s all this + to-do about a bit of parchment?” + </p> + <p> + The warder had been loath to meddle with it, in terror of that witchcraft + which he knew pertained to all written characters; but he feared the Black + Baron’s frown even more than the fiends who had undoubtedly nailed the + documents on the gate, for he knew no man in all that well-cowed district + would have the daring to approach the castle even in the night, much less + meddle with the gate or any other belonging of the Baron von Grunewald; + so, breathing a request to his patron saint (his neglect of whom he now + remembered with remorse) for protection, he tore the document from its + fastening and brought it, trembling, to the Baron. The knights crowded + round as von Grunewald held the parchment in his hand, bending his dark + brows upon it, for it conveyed no meaning to him. Neither the Baron nor + his knights could read. + </p> + <p> + “What foolery, think you, is this?” he said, turning to the knight nearest + him. “A Defiance?” + </p> + <p> + The knight shook his head. “I am no clerk,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + For a moment the Baron was puzzled; then he quickly bethought himself of + the one person in the castle who could read. + </p> + <p> + “Bring hither old Father Gottlieb,” he commanded, and two of those waiting + ran in haste towards the scullery of the place, from which they presently + emerged dragging after them an old man partly in the habit of a monk and + partly in that of a scullion, who wiped his hands on the coarse apron, + that was tied around his waist, as he was hurried forward. + </p> + <p> + “Here, good father, excellent cook and humble servitor, I trust your + residence with us has not led you to forget the learning you put to such + poor advantage in the Monastery of Monnonstein. Canst thou construe this + for us? Is it in good honest German or bastard Latin?” + </p> + <p> + “It is in Latin,” said the captive monk, on glancing at the document in + the other’s hand. + </p> + <p> + “Then translate it for us, and quickly.” + </p> + <p> + Father Gottlieb took the parchment handed him by the Baron, and as his + eyes scanned it more closely, he bowed his head and made the sign of the + cross upon his breast. + </p> + <p> + “Cease that mummery,” roared the Baron, “and read without more waiting or + the rod’s upon thy back again. Who sends us this?” + </p> + <p> + “It is from our Holy Father the Pope,” said the monk, forgetting his + menial position for the moment, and becoming once more the scholar of the + monastery. The sense of his captivity faded from him as he realised that + the long arm of the Church had extended within the impregnable walls of + that tyrannical castle. + </p> + <p> + “Good. And what has our Holy Father the Pope to say to us? Demands he the + release of our excellent scullion, Father Gottlieb?” + </p> + <p> + The bent shoulders of the old monk straightened, his dim eye brightened, + and his voice rang clear within the echoing walls of the castle courtyard. + </p> + <p> + “It is a ban of excommunication against thee, Lord Baron von Grunewald, + and against all within these walls, excepting only those unlawfully + withheld from freedom.” + </p> + <p> + “Which means thyself, worthy Father. Read on, good clerk, and let us hear + it to the end.” + </p> + <p> + As the monk read out the awful words of the message, piling curse on curse + with sonorous voice, the Baron saw his trembling servitors turn pale, and + even his sixteen knights, companions in robbery and rapine, fall away from + him. Dark red anger mounted to his temples; he raised his mailed hand and + smote the reading monk flat across the mouth, felling the old man prone + upon the stones of the court. + </p> + <p> + “That is my answer to our Holy Father the Pope, and when thou swearest to + deliver it to him as I have given it to thee, the gates are open and the + way clear for thy pilgrimage to Rome.” + </p> + <p> + But the monk lay where he fell and made no reply. + </p> + <p> + “Take him away,” commanded the Baron impatiently, whereupon several of the + menials laid hands on the fallen monk and dragged him into the scullery he + had left. + </p> + <p> + Turning to his men-at-arms, the Baron roared: “Well, my gentle wolves, + have a few words in Latin on a bit of sheep-skin turned you all to sheep?” + </p> + <p> + “I have always said,” spoke up the knight Segfried, “that no good came of + captured monks, or meddling with the Church. Besides, we are noble all, + and do not hold with the raising of a mailed hand against an unarmed man.” + </p> + <p> + There was a low murmur of approval among the knights at Segfried’s + boldness. + </p> + <p> + “Close the gates,” shouted the maddened Baron. Every one flew at the word + of command, and the great oaken hinges studded with iron, slowly came + together, shutting out the bit of landscape their opening had discovered. + The Baron flung the reins on his charger’s neck, and smote the animal on + the flank, causing it to trot at once to its stable. + </p> + <p> + “There will be no riding to-day,” he said, his voice ominously lowering. + The stablemen of the castle came forward and led away the horses. The + sixteen knights stood in a group together with Segfried at their head, + waiting with some anxiety on their brows for the next move in the game. + The Baron, his sword drawn in his hand, strode up and down before them, + his brow bent on the ground, evidently struggling to get the master hand + over his own anger. If it came to blows the odds were against him and he + was too shrewd a man to engage himself single-handed in such a contest. + </p> + <p> + At length the Baron stopped in his walk and looked at the group. He said, + after a pause, in a quiet tone of voice: “Segfried, if you doubt my + courage because I strike to the ground a rascally monk, step forth, draw + thine own good sword, our comrades will see that all is fair betwixt us, + and in this manner you may learn that I fear neither mailed nor unmailed + hand.” + </p> + <p> + But the knight made no motion to lay his hand upon his sword, nor did he + move from his place. “No one doubts your courage, my Lord,” he said, + “neither is it any reflection on mine that in answer to your challenge my + sword remains in its scabbard. You are our overlord and it is not meet + that our weapons should be raised against you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad that point is firmly fixed in your minds. I thought a moment + since that I would be compelled to uphold the feudal law at the peril of + my own body. But if that comes not in question, no more need be said. + Touching the unarmed, Segfried, if I remember aright you showed no such + squeamishness at our sacking of the Convent of St. Agnes.” + </p> + <p> + “A woman is a different matter, my Lord,” said Segfried uneasily. + </p> + <p> + The Baron laughed and so did some of the knights, openly relieved to find + the tension of the situation relaxing. + </p> + <p> + “Comrades!” cried the Baron, his face aglow with enthusiasm, all traces of + his former temper vanishing from his brow. “You are excellent in a mêlée, + but useless at the council board. You see no further ahead of you than + your good right arms can strike. Look round you at these stout walls; no + engine that man has yet devised can batter a breach in them. In our vaults + are ten years’ supply of stolen grain. Our cellars are full of rich red + wine, not of our vintage, but for our drinking. Here in our court bubbles + forever this good spring, excellent to drink when wine gives out, and + medicinal in the morning when too much wine has been taken in.” He waved + his hand towards the overflowing well, charged with carbonic acid gas, one + of the many that have since made this region of the Rhine famous. “Now I + ask you, can this Castle of Grunewald ever be taken—excommunication + or no excommunication?” + </p> + <p> + A simultaneous shout of “No! Never!” arose from the knights. + </p> + <p> + The Baron stood looking grimly at them for several moments. Then he said + in a quiet voice, “Yes, the Castle of Grunewald <i>can</i> be taken. Not + from without but from within. If any crafty enemy sows dissension among + us; turns the sword of comrade against comrade; then falls the Castle of + Grunewald! To-day we have seen how nearly that has been done. We have + against us in the monastery of Monnonstein no fat-headed Abbot, but one + who was a warrior before he turned a monk. ‘Tis but a few years since, + that the Abbot Ambrose stood at the right hand of the Emperor as Baron von + Stern, and it is known that the Abbot’s robes are but a thin veneer over + the iron knight within. His hand, grasping the cross, still itches for the + sword. The fighting Archbishop of Treves has sent him to Monnonstein for + no other purpose than to leave behind him the ruins of Grunewald, and his + first bolt was shot straight into our courtyard, and for a moment I stood + alone, without a single man-at-arms to second me.” + </p> + <p> + The knights looked at one another in silence, then cast their eyes to the + stone-paved court, all too shamed-faced to attempt reply to what all knew + was the truth. The Baron, a deep frown on his brow, gazed sternly at the + chap-fallen group.... “Such was the effect of the first shaft shot by good + Abbot Ambrose, what will be the result of the second?” + </p> + <p> + “There will be no second,” said Segfried stepping forward. “We must sack + the Monastery, and hang the Abbot and his craven monks in their own + cords.” + </p> + <p> + “Good,” cried the Baron, nodding his head in approval, “the worthy Abbot, + however, trusts not only in God, but in walls three cloth yards thick. The + monastery stands by the river and partly over it. The besieged monks will + therefore not suffer from thirst. Their larder is as amply provided as are + the vaults of this castle. The militant Abbot understands both defence and + sortie. He is a master of siege-craft inside or outside stone walls. How + then do you propose to sack and hang, good Segfried?” + </p> + <p> + The knights were silent. They knew the Monastery was as impregnable as the + castle, in fact it was the only spot for miles round that had never owned + the sway of Baron von Grunewald, and none of them were well enough + provided with brains to venture a plan for its successful reduction. A + cynical smile played round the lips of their over-lord, as he saw the + problem had overmatched them. At last he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “We must meet craft with craft. If the Pope’s Ban cast such terror among + my good knights, steeped to the gauntlets in blood, what effect, think + you, will it have over the minds of devout believers in the Church and its + power? The trustful monks know that it has been launched against us, + therefore are they doubtless waiting for us to come to the monastery, and + lay our necks under the feet of their Abbot, begging his clemency. They + are ready to believe any story we care to tell touching the influence of + such scribbling over us. You Segfried, owe me some reparation for this + morning’s temporary defection, and to you, therefore, do I trust the + carrying out of my plans. There was always something of the monk about + you, Segfried, and you will yet end your days sanctimoniously in a + monastery, unless you are first hanged at Treves or knocked on the head + during an assault. + </p> + <p> + “Draw, then, your longest face, and think of the time when you will be a + monk, as Ambrose is, who, in his day, shed as much blood as ever you have + done. Go to the Monastery of Monnonstein in most dejected fashion, and + unarmed. Ask in faltering tones, speech of the Abbot, and say to him, as + if he knew nought of it, that the Pope’s Ban is on us. Say that at first I + defied it, and smote down the good father who was reading it, but add that + as the pious man fell, a sickness like unto a pestilence came over me and + over my men, from which you only are free, caused, you suspect, by your + loudly protesting against the felling of the monk. Say that we lie at + death’s door, grieving for our sins, and groaning for absolution. Say that + we are ready to deliver up the castle and all its contents to the care of + the holy Church, so that the Abbot but sees our tortured souls safely + directed towards the gates of Paradise. Insist that all the monks come, + explaining that you fear we have but few moments to live, and that the + Abbot alone would be as helpless as one surgeon on a battle-field. Taunt + them with fear of the pestilence if they hesitate, and that will bring + them.” + </p> + <p> + Segfried accepted the commission, and the knights warmly expressed their + admiration of their master’s genius. As the great red sun began to sink + behind the westward hills that border the Rhine, Segfried departed on + horseback through the castle gates, and journeyed toward the monastery + with bowed head and dejected mien. The gates remained open, and as + darkness fell, a lighted torch was thrust in a wrought iron receptacle + near the entrance at the outside, throwing a fitful, flickering glare + under the archway and into the deserted court. Within, all was silent as + the ruined castle is to-day, save only the tinkling sound of the clear + waters of the effervescing spring as it flowed over the stones and + trickled down to disappear under the walls at one corner of the courtyard. + </p> + <p> + The Baron and his sturdy knights sat in the darkness, with growing + impatience, in the great Rittersaal listening for any audible token of the + return of Segfried and his ghostly company. At last in the still night air + there came faintly across the plain a monkish chant growing louder and + louder, until finally the steel-shod hoofs of Segfried’s charger rang on + the stones of the causeway leading to the castle gates. Pressed behind the + two heavy open leaves of the gates stood the warder and his assistants, + scarcely breathing, ready to close the gates sharply the moment the last + monk had entered. + </p> + <p> + Still chanting, led by the Abbot in his robes of office, the monks slowly + marched into the deserted courtyard, while Segfried reined his horse close + inside the entrance. “Peace be upon this house and all within,” said the + deep voice of the Abbot, and in unison the monks murmured “Amen,” the word + echoing back to them in the stillness from the four grey walls. + </p> + <p> + Then the silence was rudely broken by the ponderous clang of the closing + gates and the ominous rattle of bolts being thrust into their places with + the jingle of heavy chains. Down the wide stairs from the Rittersaal came + the clank of armour and rude shouts of laughter. Newly lighted torches + flared up here and there, illuminating the courtyard, and showing, + dangling against the northern wall a score of ropes with nooses at the end + of each. Into the courtyard clattered the Baron and his followers. The + Abbot stood with arms folded, pressing a gilded cross across his breast. + He was a head taller than any of his frightened, cowering brethren, and + his noble emaciated face was thin with fasting caused by his never-ending + conflict with the world that was within himself. His pale countenance + betokened his office and the Church; but the angry eagle flash of his + piercing eye spoke of the world alone and the field of conflict. + </p> + <p> + The Baron bowed low to the Abbot, and said: “Welcome, my Lord Abbot, to my + humble domicile! It has long been the wish of my enemies to stand within + its walls, and this pleasure is now granted you. There is little to be + made of it from without.” + </p> + <p> + “Baron Grunewald,” said the Abbot, “I and my brethren are come hither on + an errand of mercy, and under the protection of your knightly word.” + </p> + <p> + The Baron raised his eyebrows in surprise at this, and, turning to + Segfried, he said in angry tones: “Is it so? Pledged you my word for the + safety of these men?” + </p> + <p> + “The reverend Abbot is mistaken,” replied the knight, who had not yet + descended from his horse. “There was no word of safe conduct between us.” + </p> + <p> + “Safe conduct is implied when an officer of the Church is summoned to + administer its consolations to the dying,” said the Abbot. + </p> + <p> + “All trades,” remarked the Baron suavely, “have their dangers—yours + among the rest, as well as ours. If my follower had pledged my word + regarding your safety, I would now open the gates and let you free. As he + has not done so, I shall choose a manner for your exit more in keeping + with your lofty aspirations.” + </p> + <p> + Saying this, he gave some rapid orders; his servitors fell upon the + unresisting monks and bound them hand and foot. They were then conducted + to the northern wall, and the nooses there adjusted round the neck of + each. When this was done, the Baron stood back from the pinioned victims + and addressed them: + </p> + <p> + “It is not my intention that you should die without having time to repent + of the many wicked deeds you have doubtless done during your lives. Your + sentence is that ye be hanged at cockcrow to-morrow, which was the hour + when, if your teachings cling to my memory, the first of your craft turned + traitor to his master. If, however, you tire of your all-night vigil, you + can at once obtain release by crying at the top of your voices ‘So die all + Christians.’ Thus you will hang yourselves, and so remove some + responsibility from my perhaps overladen conscience. The hanging is a + device of my own, of which I am perhaps pardonably proud, and it pleases + me that it is to be first tried on so worthy an assemblage. With much + labour we have elevated to the battlements an oaken tree, lopped of its + branches, which will not burn the less brightly next winter in that it has + helped to commit some of you to hotter flames, if all ye say be true. The + ropes are tied to this log, and at the cry ‘So die all Christians,’ I have + some stout knaves in waiting up above with levers, who will straightway + fling the log over the battlements on which it is now poised, and the + instant after your broken necks will impinge against the inner coping of + the northern wall. And now good-night, my Lord Abbot, and a happy release + for you all in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Baron von Grunewald, I ask of you that you will release one of us who may + thus administer the rites of the Church to his brethren and receive in + turn the same from me.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, out upon me for a careless knave!” cried the Baron. “I had forgotten + that; it is so long since I have been to mass and such like ceremonies + myself. Your request is surely most reasonable, and I like you the better + that you keep up the farce of your calling to the very end. But think not + that I am so inhospitable, as to force one guest to wait upon another, + even in matters spiritual. Not so. We keep with us a ghostly father for + such occasions, and use him between times to wait on us with wine and + other necessaries. As soon as he has filled our flagons, I will ask good + Father Gottlieb to wait upon you, and I doubt not he will shrive with any + in the land, although he has been this while back somewhat out of + practice. His habit is rather tattered and stained with the drippings of + his new vocation, but I warrant you, you will know the sheep, even though + his fleece be torn. And now, again, good-night, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + The Baron and his knights returned up the broad stairway that led to the + Rittersaal. Most of the torches were carried with them. The defences of + the castle were so strong that no particular pains were taken to make all + secure, further than the stationing of an armed man at the gate. A + solitary torch burnt under the archway, and here a guard paced back and + forth. The courtyard was in darkness, but the top of the highest turrets + were silvered by the rising moon. The doomed men stood with the halters + about their necks, as silent as a row of spectres. + </p> + <p> + The tall windows of the Rittersaal, being of coloured glass, threw little + light into the square, although they glowed with a rainbow splendour from + the torches within. Into the silence of the square broke the sound of song + and the clash of flagons upon the oaken table. + </p> + <p> + At last there came down the broad stair and out into the court a figure in + the habit of a monk, who hurried shufflingly across the stones to the grim + row of brown-robed men. He threw himself sobbing at the feet of the tall + Abbot. + </p> + <p> + “Rise, my son, and embrace me,” said his superior. When Father Gottlieb + did so, the other whispered in his ear: “There is a time to weep and a + time for action. Now is the time for action. Unloosen quickly the bonds + around me, and slip this noose from my neck.” + </p> + <p> + Father Gottlieb acquitted himself of his task as well as his agitation and + trembling hands would let him. + </p> + <p> + “Perform a like service for each of the others,” whispered the Abbot + curtly. “Tell each in a low voice to remain standing just as if he were + still bound. Then return to me.” + </p> + <p> + When the monk had done what he was told, he returned to his superior. + </p> + <p> + “Have you access to the wine cellar?” asked the Abbot. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Father.” + </p> + <p> + “What are the strongest wines?” + </p> + <p> + “Those of the district are strong. Then there is a barrel or two of the + red wine of Assmannshausen.” + </p> + <p> + “Decant a half of each in your flagons. Is there brandy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Father.” + </p> + <p> + “Then mix with the two wines as much brandy as you think their already + drunken palates will not detect. Make the potation stronger with brandy as + the night wears on. When they drop off into their sodden sleep, bring a + flagon to the guard at the gate, and tell him the Baron sends it to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you absolve me, Father, for the—” + </p> + <p> + “It is no falsehood, Gottlieb. I, the Baron, send it. I came hither the + Abbot Ambrose: I am now Baron von Stern, and if I have any influence with + our mother Church the Abbot’s robe shall fall on thy shoulders, if you but + do well what I ask of you to-night. It will be some compensation for what, + I fear, thou hast already suffered.” + </p> + <p> + Gottlieb hurried away, as the knights were already clamouring for more + wine. As the night wore on and the moon rose higher the sounds of revelry + increased, and once there was a clash of arms and much uproar, which + subsided under the over-mastering voice of the Black Baron. At last the + Abbot, standing there with the rope dangling behind him, saw Gottlieb + bring a huge beaker of liquor to the sentinel, who at once sat down on the + stone bench under the arch to enjoy it. + </p> + <p> + Finally, all riot died away in the hall except one thin voice singing, + waveringly, a drinking song, and when that ceased silence reigned supreme, + and the moon shone full upon the bubbling spring. + </p> + <p> + Gottlieb stole stealthily out and told the Abbot that all the knights were + stretched upon the floor, and the Baron had his head on the table, beside + his overturned flagon. The sentinel snored upon the stone bench. + </p> + <p> + “I can now unbar the gate,” said Father Gottlieb, “and we may all escape.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” replied the Abbot. “We came to convert these men to + Christianity, and our task is still to do.” + </p> + <p> + The monks all seemed frightened at this, and wished themselves once more + within the monastery, able to say all’s well that ends so, but none + ventured to offer counsel to the gaunt man who led them. He bade each + bring with him the cords that had bound him, and without a word they + followed him into the Rittersaal, and there tied up the knights and their + master as they themselves had been tied. + </p> + <p> + “Carry them out,” commanded the Abbot, “and lay them in a row, their feet + towards the spring and their heads under the ropes. And go you, Gottlieb, + who know the ways of the castle, and fasten the doors of all the + apartments where the servitors are sleeping.” + </p> + <p> + When this was done, and they gathered once more in the moonlit courtyard, + the Abbot took off his robes of office and handed them to Father Gottlieb, + saying significantly: “The lowest among you that suffers and is true shall + be exalted.” Turning to his own flock, he commanded them to go in and + obtain some rest after such a disquieting night; then to Gottlieb, when + the monks had obediently departed: “Bring me, an’ ye know where to find + such, the apparel of a fighting man and a sword.” + </p> + <p> + Thus arrayed, he dismissed the old man, and alone in the silence, with the + row of figures like effigies on a tomb beside him, paced up and down + through the night, as the moon dropped lower and lower, in the heavens. + There was a period of dark before the dawn, and at last the upper walls + began to whiten with the coming day, and the Black Baron moaned uneasily + in his drunken sleep. The Abbot paused in his walk and looked down upon + them, and Gottlieb stole out from the shadow of the door and asked if he + could be of service. He had evidently not slept, but had watched his + chief, until he paused in his march. + </p> + <p> + “Tell our brothers to come out and see the justice of the Lord.” + </p> + <p> + When the monks trooped out, haggard and wan, in the pure light of the + dawn, the Abbot asked Gottlieb to get a flagon and dash water from the + spring in the faces of the sleepers. + </p> + <p> + The Black Baron was the first to come to his senses and realise dimly, at + first, but afterwards more acutely, the changed condition of affairs. His + eye wandered apprehensively to the empty noose swaying slightly in the + morning breeze above him. He then saw that the tall, ascetic man before + him had doffed the Abbot’s robes and wore a sword by his side, and from + this he augured ill. At the command of the Abbot the monks raised each + prostrate man and placed him against the north wall. + </p> + <p> + “Gottlieb,” said, the Abbot slowly, “the last office that will be required + of you. You took from our necks the nooses last night. Place them, I pray + you, on the necks of the Baron and his followers.” + </p> + <p> + The old man, trembling, adjusted the ropes. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord Abbot——” began the Baron. + </p> + <p> + “Baron von Grunewald,” interrupted the person addressed, “the Abbot + Ambrose is dead. He was foully assassinated last night. In his place + stands Conrad von Stern, who answers for his deeds to the Emperor, and + after him, to God.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it your purpose to hang me, Baron?” + </p> + <p> + “Was it your purpose to have hanged us, my Lord?” + </p> + <p> + “I swear to heaven, it was not. ‘Twas but an ill-timed pleasantry. Had I + wished to hang you I would have done so last night.” + </p> + <p> + “That seems plausible.” + </p> + <p> + The knights all swore, with many rounded oaths, that their over-lord spoke + the truth, and nothing was further from their intention than an execution. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, whether you hang or no shall depend upon yourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “By God, then,” cried the Baron, “an’ I have aught to say on that point, I + shall hang some other day.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you then, Baron, beg admittance to Mother Church, whose kindly + tenets you have so long outraged?” + </p> + <p> + “We will, we do,” cried the Baron fervently, whispering through his clenched + teeth to Segfried, who stood next him: “Wait till I have the upper hand + again.” Fortunately the Abbot did not hear the whisper. The knights all + echoed aloud the Baron’s pious first remark, and, perhaps, in their hearts + said “Amen” to his second. + </p> + <p> + The Abbot spoke a word or two to the monks, and they advanced to the + pinioned men and there performed the rites sacred to their office and to + the serious situation of the penitents. As the good brothers stood back, + they begged the Abbot for mercy to be extended towards the new converts, + but the sphinx-like face of their leader gave no indication as to their + fate, and the good men began to fear that it was the Abbot’s intention to + hang the Baron and his knights. + </p> + <p> + “Now—brothers,” said the Abbot, with a long pause before he spoke + the second word, whereupon each of the prisoners heaved a sigh of relief, + “I said your fate would depend on yourselves and on your good intent.” + </p> + <p> + They all vociferously proclaimed that their intentions were and had been + of the most honourable kind. + </p> + <p> + “I trust that is true, and that you shall live long enough to show your + faith by your works. It is written that a man digged a pit for his enemy + and fell himself therein. It is also written that as a man sows, so shall + he reap. If you meant us no harm then your signal shouted to the + battlements will do you no harm.” + </p> + <p> + “For God’s sake, my Lord....” screamed the Baron. The Abbot, unheeding, + raised his face towards the northern wall and shouted at the top of his + voice: + </p> + <p> + “So die SUCH Christians!” varying the phrase by one word. A simultaneous + scream rose from the doomed men, cut short as by a knife, as the huge log + was hurled over the outer parapet, and the seventeen victims were jerked + into the air and throttled at the coping around the inner wall. + </p> + <p> + Thus did the Abbot Ambrose save the souls of Baron von Grunewald and his + men, at some expense to their necks. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AN INVITATION + </h2> + <p> + The proud and warlike Archbishop Baldwin of Treves was well mounted, and, + although the road by the margin of the river was in places bad, the august + horseman nevertheless made good progress along it, for he had a long + distance to travel before the sun went down. The way had been rudely + constructed by that great maker of roads—the army—and the + troops who had built it did not know, when they laboured at it, that they + were preparing a path for their own retreat should disaster overtake them. + The grim and silent horseman had been the brains, where the troops were + the limbs; this thoroughfare had been of his planning, and over it, back + into Treves, had returned a victorious, not a defeated, army. The iron + hand of the Archbishop had come down on every truculent noble in the land, + and every castle gate that had not opened to him through fear, had been + battered in by force. Peace now spread her white wings over all the + country, and where opposition to his Lordship’s stubborn will had been the + strongest, there was silence as well, with, perhaps, a thin wreath of blue + smoke hovering over the blackened walls. The provinces on each bank of the + Moselle from Treves to the Rhine now acknowledged Baldwin their over-lord—a + suzerainty technically claimed by his Lordship’s predecessors—but + the iron Archbishop had changed the nominal into the actual, and it had + taken some hard knocks to do it. His present journey was well earned, for + he was betaking himself from his more formal and exacting Court at Treves + to his summer palace at Cochem, there to rest from the fatigues of a + campaign in which he had used not only his brain, but his good right arm + as well. + </p> + <p> + The palace which was to be the end of his journey was in some respects + admirably suited to its master, for, standing on an eminence high above + Cochem, with its score of pinnacles glittering in the sun, it seemed, to + one below, a light and airy structure; but it was in reality a fortress + almost impregnable, and three hundred years later it sent into a less + turbulent sphere the souls of one thousand six hundred Frenchmen before + its flag was lowered to the enemy. + </p> + <p> + The personal appearance of the Archbishop and the smallness of his escort + were practical illustrations of the fact that the land was at peace, and + that he was master of it. His attire was neither clerical nor warlike, but + rather that of a nobleman riding abroad where no enemy could possibly + lurk. He was to all appearance unarmed, and had no protection save a light + chain mail jacket of bright steel, which was worn over his vesture, and + not concealed as was the custom. This jacket sparkled in the sun as if it + were woven of fine threads strung with small and innumerable diamonds. It + might ward off a dagger thrust, or turn aside a half-spent arrow, but it + was too light to be of much service against sword or pike. The Archbishop + was well mounted on a powerful black charger that had carried him through + many a hot contest, and it now made little of the difficulties of the + ill-constructed road, putting the other horses on their mettle to equal + the pace set to them. + </p> + <p> + The escort consisted of twelve men, all lightly armed, for Gottlieb, the + monk, who rode sometimes by the Archbishop’s side, but more often behind + him, could hardly be counted as a combatant should defence become + necessary. When the Archbishop left Treves his oldest general had advised + his taking an escort of a thousand men at least, putting it on the ground + that such a number was necessary to uphold the dignity of his office; but + Baldwin smiled darkly, and said that where <i>he</i> rode the dignity of + the Electorship would be safe, even though none rode beside or behind him. + Few dared offer advice to the Elector, but the bluff general persisted, + and spoke of danger in riding down the Moselle valley with so small a + following. + </p> + <p> + “Who is there left to molest me?” asked the Archbishop; and the general + was forced to admit that there was none. + </p> + <p> + An army builds a road along the line of the least resistance; and often, + when a promontory thrust its rocky nose into the river, the way led up the + hill through the forest, getting back into the valley again as best it + could. During these inland excursions, the monk, evidently unused to + equestrianism, fell behind, and sometimes the whole troop was halted by + command of its chief, until Gottlieb, clinging to his horse’s mane, + emerged from the thicket, the Archbishop curbing the impatience of his + charger and watching, with a cynical smile curling his stern lips, the + reappearance of the good father. + </p> + <p> + After one of the most laborious ascents and descents they had encountered + that day, the Archbishop waited for the monk; and when he came up with his + leader, panting and somewhat dishevelled, the latter said, “There appears + to be a lesson in your tribulations which hereafter you may retail with + profit to your flock, relating how a good man leaving the right and beaten + path and following his own devices in the wilderness may bring + discomfiture upon himself.” + </p> + <p> + “The lesson it conveys to me, my Lord,” said the monk, drily, “is that a + man is but a fool to leave the stability of good stout sandals with which + he is accustomed, to venture his body on a horse that pays little heed to + his wishes.” + </p> + <p> + “This is our last detour,” replied the Elector; “there are now many miles + of winding but level road before us, and you have thus a chance to + retrieve your reputation as a horseman in the eyes of our troop.” + </p> + <p> + “In truth, my Lord, I never boasted of it,” returned the monk, “but I am + right glad to learn that the way will be less mountainous. To what + district have we penetrated?” + </p> + <p> + “Above us, but unseen from this bank of the river, is the castle of the + Widow Starkenburg. Her days of widowhood, however, are nearly passed, for + I intend to marry her to one of my victorious knights, who will hold the + castle for me.” + </p> + <p> + “The Countess of Starkenburg,” said the monk, “must surely now be at an + age when the thoughts turn toward Heaven rather than toward matrimony.” + </p> + <p> + “I have yet to meet the woman,” replied the Archbishop, gazing upward, + “who pleads old age as an excuse for turning away from a suitable lover. + It is thy misfortune, Gottlieb, that in choosing a woollen cowl rather + than an iron head-piece, thou should’st thus have lost a chance of + advancement. The castle, I am told, has well-filled wine vaults, and old + age in wine is doubtless more to thy taste than the same quality in woman. + ‘Tis a pity thou art not a knight, Gottlieb.” + </p> + <p> + “The fault is not beyond the power of our Holy Father to remedy by special + dispensation,” replied the monk, with a chuckle. + </p> + <p> + The Elector laughed silently, and looked down on his comrade in kindly + fashion, shaking his head. + </p> + <p> + “The wines of Castle Starkenburg are not for thy appreciative palate, + ghostly father. I have already selected a mate for the widow.” + </p> + <p> + “And what if thy selection jumps not with her approval. They tell me the + countess has a will of her own.” + </p> + <p> + “It matters little to me, and I give her the choice merely because I am + loth to war with a woman. The castle commands the river and holds the + district. The widow may give it up peaceably at the altar, or forcibly at + the point of the sword, whichever method most commends itself to her + ladyship. The castle must be in the command of one whom I can trust.” + </p> + <p> + The conversation here met a startling interruption. The Archbishop and his + guard were trotting rapidly round a promontory and following a bend of the + river, the nature of the country being such that it was impossible to see + many hundred feet ahead of them. Suddenly, they came upon a troop of armed + and mounted men, standing like statues before them. The troop numbered an + even score, and completely filled the way between the precipice on their + left and the stream on their right. Although armed, every sword was in its + scabbard, with the exception of the long two-handed weapon of the leader, + who stood a few paces in advance of his men, with the point of his sword + resting on the ground. The black horse, old in campaigns, recognised + danger ahead, and stopped instantly, without waiting for the drawing of + the rein, planting his two forefeet firmly in front, with a suddenness of + action that would have unhorsed a less alert rider. Before the archbishop + could question the silent host that barred his way, their leader raised + his long sword until it was poised perpendicularly in the air above his + head, and, with a loud voice, in measured tones, as one repeats a lesson + he has learned by rote, he cried, “My Lord Archbishop of Treves, the + Countess Laurette von Starkenburg invites you to sup with her.” + </p> + <p> + In the silence that followed, the leader’s sword still remained uplifted + untrembling in the air. Across the narrow gorge, from the wooded sides of + the opposite mountains, came, with mocking cadence, the echo of the last + words of the invitation, clear and distinct, as if spoken again by some + one concealed in the further forest. A deep frown darkened the brow of the + fighting archbishop. + </p> + <p> + “The Countess is most kind,” he said, slowly. “Convey to her my respectful + admiration, and express my deep regret that I am unable to accept her + hospitality, as I ride to-night to my Castle at Cochem.” + </p> + <p> + The leader of the opposing host suddenly lowered his upraised sword, as if + in salute, but the motion seemed to be a preconcerted signal, for every + man behind him instantly whipped blade from scabbard, and stood there with + naked weapon displayed. The leader, raising his sword once more to its + former position, repeated in the same loud and monotonous voice, as if the + archbishop had not spoken. “My Lord Archbishop of Treves, the Countess + Laurette von Starkenburg invites you to sup with her.” + </p> + <p> + The intelligent war-horse, who had regarded the obstructing force with + head held high, retreated slowly step by step, until now a considerable + distance separated the two companies. The captain of the guard had seen + from the first that attack or defence was equally useless, and, with his + men, had also given way gradually as the strange colloquy went on. Whether + any of the opposing force noticed this or not, they made no attempt to + recover the ground thus almost imperceptibly stolen from them, but stood + as if each horse were rooted to the spot. + </p> + <p> + Baldwin the Fighter, whose compressed lips showed how loth he was to turn + his back upon any foe, nevertheless saw the futility of resistance, and in + a quick, clear whisper, he said, hastily, “Back! Back! If we cannot fight + them, we can at least out-race them.” + </p> + <p> + The good monk had taken advantage of his privilege as a non-combatant to + retreat well to the rear while the invitation was being given and + declined, and in the succeeding flight found himself leading the van. The + captain of the guard threw himself between the Starkenburg men and the + prince of the Church, but the former made no effort at pursuit, standing + motionless as they had done from the first until the rounding promontory + hid them from view. Suddenly, the horse on which the monk rode stood stock + still, and its worthy rider, with a cry of alarm, clinging to the animal’s + mane, shot over its head and came heavily to the ground. The whole flying + troop came to a sudden halt, for there ahead of them was a band exactly + similar in numbers and appearance to that from which they were galloping. + It seemed as if the same company had been transported by magic over the + promontory and placed across the way. The sun shone on the uplifted blade + of the leader, reminding the archbishop of the flaming sword that barred + the entrance of our first parents to Paradise. + </p> + <p> + The leader, with ringing voice, that had a touch of menace in it, cried: + </p> + <p> + “My Lord Archbishop of Treves, the Countess Laurette von Starkenburg + invites you to sup with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Trapped, by God!” muttered the Elector between his clinched teeth. His + eyes sparkled with anger, and the sinister light that shot from them had + before now made the Emperor quail. He spurred his horse toward the leader, + who lowered his sword and bowed to the great dignitary approaching him. + </p> + <p> + “The Countess of Starkenburg is my vassal,” cried the Archbishop. “You are + her servant; and in much greater degree, therefore, are you mine. I + command you to let us pass unmolested on our way; refuse at your peril.” + </p> + <p> + “A servant,” said the man, slowly, “obeys the one directly above him, and + leaves that one to account to any superior authority. My men obey me; I + take my orders from my lady the countess. If you, my Lord, wish to direct + the authority which commands me, my lady the countess awaits your pleasure + at her castle of Starkenburg.” + </p> + <p> + “What are your orders, fellow?” asked the Archbishop, in a calmer tone. + </p> + <p> + “To convey your Lordship without scathe to the gates of Starkenburg.” + </p> + <p> + “And if you meet resistance, what then?” + </p> + <p> + “The orders stand, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “You will, I trust, allow this mendicant monk to pass peaceably on his way + to Treves.” + </p> + <p> + “In no castle on the Moselle does even the humblest servant of the Church + receive a warmer welcome than at Starkenburg. My lady would hold me to + blame were she prevented from offering her hospitality to the mendicant.” + </p> + <p> + “Does the same generous impulse extend to each of my followers?” + </p> + <p> + “It includes them all, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. We will do ourselves the honour of waiting upon this most + bountiful hostess.” + </p> + <p> + By this time the troop which had first stopped the Archbishop’s progress + came slowly up, and the little body-guard of the Elector found themselves + hemmed in with twenty men in the front and twenty at the rear, while the + rocky precipice rose on one hand and the rapid river flowed on the other. + </p> + <p> + The <i>cortège</i> reformed and trotted gently down the road until it came + to a by-way leading up the hill. Into this by-way the leaders turned, + reducing their trot to a walk because of the steepness of the ascent. The + Archbishop and his men followed, with the second troop of Starkenburg + bringing up the rear. His Lordship rode at first in sullen silence, then + with a quick glance of his eye he summoned the captain to his side. He + slipped the ring of office from his finger and passed it unperceived into + the officer’s hand. + </p> + <p> + “There will be some confusion at the gate,” he said, in a low voice. + “Escape then if you can. Ride for Treves as you never rode before. Stop + not to fight with any; everything depends on outstripping pursuit. Take + what horses you need wherever you find them, and kill them all if + necessary, but stop for nothing. This ring will be warrant for whatever + you do. Tell my general to invest this castle instantly with ten thousand + men and press forward the siege regardless of my fate. Tell him to leave + not one stone standing upon another, and to hang the widow of Starkenburg + from her own blazing timbers. Succeed, and a knighthood and the command of + a thousand men awaits you.” + </p> + <p> + “I will succeed or die, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Succeed and live,” said the Archbishop, shortly. + </p> + <p> + As the horses slowly laboured up the zigzagging road, the view along the + silvery Moselle widened and extended, and at last the strong grey walls of + the castle came into sight, with the ample gates wide open. The horsemen + in front drew up in two lines on each side of the gates without entering, + and thus the Archbishop, at the head of his little band, slowly rode first + under the archway into the courtyard of the castle. + </p> + <p> + On the stone steps that led to the principal entrance of the castle stood + a tall, graceful lady, with her women behind her. She was robed in black, + and the headdress of her snow-white hair gave her the appearance of a + dignified abbess at her convent door. Her serene and placid face had + undoubtedly once been beautiful; and age, which had left her form as + straight and slender as one of her own forest pines, forgetting to place + its customary burden upon her graceful shoulders, had touched her + countenance with a loving hand. With all her womanliness, there was, + nevertheless, a certain firmness in the finely-moulded chin that gave + evidence of a line of ancestry that had never been too deferential to + those in authority. + </p> + <p> + The stern Archbishop reined in his black charger when he reached the + middle of the courtyard, but made no motion to dismount. The lady came + slowly down the broad stone steps, followed by her feminine train, and, + approaching the Elector, placed her white hand upon his stirrup, in mute + acknowledgment of her vassalage. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome, prince of the Church and protector of our Faith,” she said. “It + is a hundred years since my poor house has sheltered so august a guest.” + </p> + <p> + The tones were smooth and soothing as the scarcely audible plash of a + distant fountain; but the incident she cited struck ominously on the + Archbishop’s recollection, rousing memory and causing him to dart a quick + glance at the countess, in which was blended sharp enquiry and awakened + foreboding; but the lady, unconscious of his scrutiny, stood with drooping + head and downcast eyes, her shapely hand still on his stirrup-iron. + </p> + <p> + “If I remember rightly, madame, my august predecessor slept well beneath + this roof.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, yes!” murmured the lady, sadly. “We have ever accounted it the + greatest misfortune of our line, that he should have died mysteriously + here. Peace be to his soul!” + </p> + <p> + “Not so mysteriously, madame, but that there were some shrewd guesses + concerning his malady.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true, my Lord,” replied the countess, simply. “It was supposed + that in his camp upon the lowlands by the river he contracted a fever from + which he died.” + </p> + <p> + “My journey by the Moselle has been of the briefest. I trust, therefore, I + have not within me the seeds of his fatal distemper.” + </p> + <p> + “I most devoutly echo that trust, my Lord, and pray that God, who watches + over us all, may guard your health while sojourning here.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, madame, if, within the shadow of these walls, I say ‘Amen’ to + your prayer with some emphasis.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess Laurette contented herself with bowing low and humbly + crossing herself, making no verbal reply to his Lordship’s remark. She + then beseeched the Archbishop to dismount, saying something of his need of + rest and refreshment, begging him to allow her to be his guide to the + Rittersaal. + </p> + <p> + When the Archbishop reached the topmost step that led to the castle door, + he cast an eye, not devoid of anxiety, over the court-yard, to see how his + following had fared. The gates were now fast closed, and forty horses were + ranged with their tails to the wall, the silent riders in their saddles. + Rapid as was his glance, it showed him his guard huddled together in the + centre of the court, his own black charger, with empty saddle, the only + living thing among them that showed no sign of dismay. Between two of the + hostile horsemen stood his captain, with doublet torn and headgear awry, + evidently a discomfited prisoner. + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop entered the gloomy castle with a sense of defeat tugging + down his heart to a lower level than he had ever known it to reach before; + for in days gone by, when fate had seemed to press against him, he had + been in the thick of battle, and had felt an exultation in rallying his + half-discouraged followers, who had never failed to respond to the call of + a born leader of men. But here he had to encounter silence, with + semi-darkness over his head, cold stone under foot, and round him the + unaccustomed hiss of women’s skirts. + </p> + <p> + The Countess conducted her guest through the lofty Knight’s Hall, in which + his Lordship saw preparations for a banquet going forward. An arched + passage led them to a small room that seemed to be within a turret hanging + over a precipice, as if it were an eagle’s nest. This room gave an + admirable and extended view over the winding Moselle and much of the + surrounding country. On a table were flagons of wine and empty cups, + together with some light refection, upon all of which the Archbishop + looked with suspicious eye. He did not forget the rumoured poisoning of + his predecessor in office. The countess asked him, with deference, to seat + himself; then pouring out a cup of wine, she bowed to him and drank it. + Turning to rinse the cup in a basin of water which a serving-woman held, + she was interrupted by her guest, who now, for the first time, showed a + trace of gallantry. + </p> + <p> + “I beg of you, madame,” said the Archbishop, rising; and, taking the + unwashed cup from her hand, he filled it with wine, drinking prosperity to + herself and her home. Then, motioning her to a chair, he said seating + himself: “Countess von Starkenburg, I am a man more used to the uncouth + rigour of a camp than the dainty etiquette of a lady’s boudoir. Forgive + me, then, if I ask you plainly, as a plain man may, why you hold me + prisoner in your castle.” + </p> + <p> + “Prisoner, my lord?” echoed the lady, with eyebrows raised in amazement. + “How poorly are we served by our underlings, if such a thought has been + conveyed to your lordship’s mind. I asked them to invite you hither with + such deference as a vassal should hold toward an over-lord. I am + grievously distressed to learn that my commands have been so ill obeyed.” + </p> + <p> + “Your commands were faithfully followed, madame, and I have made no + complaint regarding lack of deference, but when two-score armed men carry + a respectful invitation to one having a bare dozen at his back, then all + option vanishes, and compulsion takes its place.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord, a handful of men were fit enough escort for a neighbouring baron + should he visit us, but, for a prince of the Church, all my retainers are + but scanty acknowledgment of a vassal’s regard. I would they had been + twenty thousand, to do you seemly honour.” + </p> + <p> + “I am easily satisfied, madame, and had they been fewer I might have + missed this charming outlook. I am to understand, then, that you have no + demands to make of me; and that I am free to depart, accompanied by your + good wishes.” + </p> + <p> + “With my good wishes now and always, surely, my Lord. I have no demands to + make—the word ill befits the lips of a humble vassal; but, being + here——” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! But, being here——” interrupted the Archbishop, glancing + keenly at her. + </p> + <p> + “I have a favour to beg of you. I wish to ask permission to build a castle + on the heights above Trarbach, for my son.” + </p> + <p> + “The Count Johann, third of the name?” + </p> + <p> + “The same, my Lord, who is honoured by your Lordship’s remembrance of + him.” + </p> + <p> + “And you wish to place this stronghold between your castle of Starkenburg + and my town of Treves? Were I a suspicious man, I might imagine you had + some distrust of me.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, my lord. The Count Johann will hold the castle in your defence.” + </p> + <p> + “I have ever been accustomed to look to my own defence,” said the + Archbishop, drily; adding, as if it were an afterthought, “with the + blessing of God upon my poor efforts.” + </p> + <p> + The faintest suspicion of a smile hovered for an instant on the lips of + the countess, that might have been likened to the momentary passing of a + gleam of sunshine over the placid waters of the river far below; for she + well knew, as did all others, that it was the habit of the fighting + Archbishop to smite sturdily first, and ask whatever blessing might be + needed on the blow afterwards. + </p> + <p> + “The permission being given, what follows?” + </p> + <p> + “That you will promise not to molest me during the building.” + </p> + <p> + “A natural corollary. ‘Twould be little worth to give permission and then + bring up ten thousand men to disturb the builders. That granted, remains + there anything more?” + </p> + <p> + “I fear I trespass on your Lordship’s patience but this is now the end. A + strong house is never built with a weak purse. I do entreat your lordship + to cause to be sent to me from your treasury in Treves thousand pieces of + gold, that the castle may be a worthy addition to your province.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop arose with a scowl on his face, and paced the narrow limits + of the room like a caged lion. The hot anger mounted to his brow and + reddened it, but he strode up and down until he regained control of + himself, then spoke with a touch of hardness in his voice: + </p> + <p> + “A good fighter, madame, holds his strongest reserves to the last. You + have called me a prince of the Church, and such I am. But you flatter me, + madame; you rate me too high. The founder of our Church, when betrayed, + was sold for silver, and for a lesser number of pieces than you ask in + gold.” + </p> + <p> + The lady, now standing, answered nothing to this taunt, but the colour + flushed her pale cheeks. + </p> + <p> + “I am, then, a prisoner, and you hold me for ransom, but it will avail you + little. You may close your gates and prevent my poor dozen of followers + from escaping, but news of this outrage will reach Treves, and then, by + God, your walls shall smoke for it. There will be none of the Starkenburgs + left, either to kidnap or to murder future archbishops.” + </p> + <p> + Still the lady stood silent and motionless as a marble statue. The Elector + paced up and down for a time, muttering to himself, then smote his open + palm against a pillar of the balcony, and stood gazing on the fair + landscape of river and rounded hill spread below and around him. Suddenly + he turned and looked at the Countess, meeting her clear, fearless grey + eyes, noticing, for the first time, the resolute contour of her + finely-moulded chin. + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” he said, with admiration in his tone, “you are a brave woman.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not so brave as you think me, my Lord,” she answered, coldly. “There + is one thing I dare not do. I am not brave enough to allow your Lordship + to go free, if you refuse what I ask.” + </p> + <p> + “And should I not relent at first, there are dungeons in Starkenburg where + this proud spirit, with which my enemies say I am cursed, will doubtless + be humbled.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, my Lord. You will be treated with that consideration which should + be shown to one of your exalted station.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! And melted thus by kindness, how long, think you, will the + process take?” + </p> + <p> + “It will be of the shortest, my Lord, for if, as you surmise rumour should + get abroad and falsely proclaim that the Archbishop lodges here against + his will, there’s not a flying baron or beggared knight in all the land + but would turn in his tracks and cry to Starkenburg, ‘In God’s name, hold + him, widow, till we get our own again!’ Willingly would they make the sum + I beg of you an annual tribute, so they might be certain your Lordship + were well housed in this castle.” + </p> + <p> + “Widow, there is truth in what you say, even if a woman hath spoken it,” + replied the Archbishop, with a grim smile on his lips and undisguised + admiration gleaming from his dark eye. “This cowardly world is given to + taking advantage of a man when opportunity offers. But there is one point + you have not reckoned upon: What of my stout army lying at Treves?” + </p> + <p> + “What of the arch when the keystone is withdrawn? What of the sheep when + the shepherd disappears? My Lord, you do yourself and your great military + gifts a wrong. Through my deep regard for you I gave strict command that + not even the meanest of your train should be allowed to wander till all + were safe within these gates, for I well knew that, did but a whisper of + my humble invitation and your gracious acceptance of the same reach + Treves, it might be misconstrued; and although some sturdy fellows would + be true, and beat their stupid heads against these walls, the rest would + scatter like a sheaf of arrows suddenly unloosed, and seek the strongest + arm upraised in the mêlée sure to follow. Against your army, leaderless, I + would myself march out at the head of my two-score men without a tremor at + my heart; before that leader, alone and armyless, I bow my head with + something more akin to fear than I have ever known before, and crave his + generous pardon for my bold request.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop took her unresisting hand, and, bending, raised it to his + lips with that dignified courtesy which, despite his disclaimer, he knew + well how, upon occasion, to display. + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” he said, “I ask you to believe that your request was granted + even before you marshalled such unanswerable arguments to stand, like + armoured men, around it. There is a tern and stringent law of our great + Church which forbids its servants suing for a lady’s hand. Countess, I + never felt the grasp of that iron fetter until now.” + </p> + <p> + Thus came the strong castle above Trarbach to be builded, and that not at + the expense of its owners. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE ARCHBISHOP’S GIFT + </h2> + <p> + Arras, blacksmith and armourer, stood at the door of his hut in the valley + of the Alf, a league or so from the Moselle, one summer evening. He was + the most powerful man in all the Alf-thal, and few could lift the iron + sledge-hammer he wielded as though it were a toy. Arras had twelve sons + scarce less stalwart than himself, some of whom helped him in his + occupation of blacksmith and armourer, while the others tilled the ground + near by, earning from the rich soil of the valley such sustenance as the + whole family required. + </p> + <p> + The blacksmith thus standing at his door, heard, coming up the valley of + the Alf, the hoof-beats of a horse, and his quick, experienced ear told + him, though the animal was yet afar, that one of its shoes was loose. As + the hurrying rider came within call, the blacksmith shouted to him in + stentorian tones: + </p> + <p> + “Friend, pause a moment, until I fasten again the shoe on your horse’s + foot.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot stop,” was the brief answer. + </p> + <p> + “Then your animal will go lame,” rejoined the blacksmith. + </p> + <p> + “Better lose a horse than an empire,” replied the rider, hurrying by. + </p> + <p> + “Now what does that mean?” said the blacksmith to himself as he watched + the disappearing rider, while the click-clack of the loosened shoe became + fainter and fainter in the distance. + </p> + <p> + Could the blacksmith have followed the rider into Castle Bertrich, a short + distance further up the valley, he would speedily have learned the meaning + of the hasty phrase the horseman had flung behind him as he rode past. + Ascending the winding road that led to the gates of the castle as + hurriedly as the jaded condition of his beast would permit, the horseman + paused, unloosed the horn from his belt, and blew a blast that echoed from + the wooded hills around. Presently an officer appeared above the gateway, + accompanied by two or three armed men, and demanded who the stranger was + and why he asked admission. The horseman, amazed at the officer’s + ignorance of heraldry that caused him to inquire as to his quality, + answered with some haughtiness: + </p> + <p> + “Messenger of the Archbishop of Treves, I demand instant audience with + Count Bertrich.” + </p> + <p> + The officer, without reply, disappeared from the castle wall, and + presently the great leaves of the gate were thrown open, whereupon the + horseman rode his tired animal into the courtyard and flung himself off. + </p> + <p> + “My horse’s shoe is loose,” he said to the Captain. “I ask you to have + your armourer immediately attend to it.” + </p> + <p> + “In truth,” replied the officer, shrugging his shoulders, “there is more + drinking than fighting in Castle Bertrich; consequently we do not possess + an armourer. If you want blacksmithing done you must betake yourself to + armourer Arras in the valley, who will put either horse or armour right + for you.” + </p> + <p> + With this the messenger was forced to be content; and, begging the + attendants who took charge of his horse to remember that it had travelled + far and had still, when rested, a long journey before it, he followed the + Captain into the great Rittersaal of the castle, where, on entering, after + having been announced, he found the Count of Bertrich sitting at the head + of a long table, holding in his hand a gigantic wine flagon which he was + industriously emptying. Extending down each side of the table were many + nobles, knights, and warriors, who, to judge by the hasty glance bestowed + upon them by the Archbishop’s messenger, seemed to be energetically + following the example set them by their over-lord at the head. Count + Bertrich’s hair was unkempt, his face a purplish red, his eye bloodshot; + and his corselet, open at the throat, showed the great bull-neck of the + man, on whose gigantic frame constant dissipation seemed to have merely + temporary effect. + </p> + <p> + “Well!” roared the nobleman, in a voice that made the rafters ring. “What + would you with Count Bertrich?” + </p> + <p> + “I bear an urgent despatch to you from my Lord the Archbishop of Treves,” + replied the messenger. + </p> + <p> + “Then down on your knees and present it,” cried the Count, beating the + table with his flagon. + </p> + <p> + “I am Envoy of his Lordship of Treves,” said the messenger, sternly. + </p> + <p> + “You told us that before,” shouted the Count; “and now you stand in the + hall of Bertrich. Kneel, therefore, to its master.” + </p> + <p> + “I represent the Archbishop,” reiterated the messenger, “and I kneel to + none but God and the Emperor.” + </p> + <p> + Count Bertrich rose somewhat uncertainly to his feet, his whole frame + trembling with anger, and volleyed forth oaths upon threats. The tall + nobleman at his right hand also rose, as did many of the others who sat at + the table, and, placing his hand on the arm of his furious host, said + warningly: + </p> + <p> + “My Lord Count, the man is right. It is against the feudal law that he + should kneel, or that you should demand it. The Archbishop of Treves is + your overlord, as well as ours, and it is not fitting that his messenger + should kneel before us.” + </p> + <p> + “That is truth—the feudal law,” muttered others down each side of + the table. + </p> + <p> + The enraged Count glared upon them one after another, partially subdued by + their breaking away from him. + </p> + <p> + The Envoy stood calm and collected, awaiting the outcome of the tumult. + The Count, cursing the absent Archbishop and his present guests with equal + impartiality, sat slowly down again, and flinging his empty flagon at an + attendant, demanded that it should be refilled. The others likewise + resumed their seats; and the Count cried out, but with less of truculence + in his tone: + </p> + <p> + “What message sent the Archbishop to Castle Bertrich?” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, the Archbishop of Treves requires me to inform Count Bertrich + and the assembled nobles that the Hungarians have forced passage across + the Rhine, and are now about to make their way through the defiles of the + Eifel into this valley, intending to march thence upon Treves, laying that + ancient city in ruin and carrying havoc over the surrounding country. His + Lordship commands you, Count Bertrich, to rally your men about you and to + hold the infidels in check in the defiles of the Eifel until the + Archbishop comes, at the bead of his army, to your relief from Treves.” + </p> + <p> + There was deep silence in the vast hall after this startling announcement. + Then the Count replied: + </p> + <p> + “Tell the Archbishop of Treves that if the Lords of the Rhine cannot keep + back the Hungarians, it is hardly likely that we, less powerful, near the + Moselle, can do it.” + </p> + <p> + “His Lordship urges instant compliance with his request, and I am to say + that you refuse at your peril. A few hundred men can hold the Hungarians + in check while they are passing through the narrow ravines of the Eifel, + while as many thousands might not be successful against them should they + once reach the open valleys of the Alf and the Moselle. His Lordship would + also have you know that this campaign is as much in your own interest as + in his, for the Hungarians, in their devastating march, spare neither high + nor low.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell his Lordship,” hiccoughed the Count, “that I sit safely in my Castle + of Bertrich, and that I defy all the Hungarians who were ever let loose to + disturb me therein. If the Archbishop keeps Treves as tightly as I shall + hold Castle Bertrich, there is little to fear from the invaders.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I to return to Treves then with your refusal?” asked the Envoy. + </p> + <p> + “You may return to Treves as best pleases you, so that you rid us of your + presence here, where you mar good company.” + </p> + <p> + The Envoy, without further speech, bowed to Count Bertrich and also to the + assembled nobles, passed silently out of the hall, once more reaching the + courtyard of the castle, where he demanded that his horse be brought to + him. + </p> + <p> + “The animal has had but scant time for feeding and rest,” said the + Captain. + </p> + <p> + “‘Twill be sufficient to carry us to the blacksmith’s hut,” answered the + Envoy, as he put his foot in stirrup. + </p> + <p> + The blacksmith, still standing at the door of his smithy, heard, coming + from the castle, the click of the broken shoe, but this time the rider + drew up before him and said: + </p> + <p> + “The offer of help which you tendered me a little ago I shall now be glad + to accept. Do your work well, smith, and know that in performing it, you + are obliging an envoy of the Archbishop of Treves.” + </p> + <p> + The armourer raised his cap at the mention of the august name, and invoked + a blessing upon the head of that renowned and warlike prelate. + </p> + <p> + “You said something,” spoke up the smith, “of loss of empire, as you rode + by. I trust there is no disquieting news from Treves?” + </p> + <p> + “Disquieting enough,” replied the messenger. “The Hungarians have crossed + the Rhine, and are now making their way towards the defiles of the Eifel. + There a hundred men could hold the infidels in check; but you breed a + scurvy set of nobles in the Alf-thal, for Count Bertrich disdains the + command of his over-lord to rise at the head of his men and stay the + progress of the invader until the Archbishop can come to his assistance.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, out upon the drunken Count for a base coward!” cried the armourer in + anger. “May his castle be sacked and himself hanged on the highest turret, + for refusing aid to his over-lord in time of need. I and my twelve sons + know every rock and cave in the Eifel. Would the Archbishop, think you, + accept the aid of such underlings as we, whose only commendation is that + our hearts are stout as our sinews?” + </p> + <p> + “What better warranty could the Archbishop ask than that?” replied the + Envoy. “If you can hold back the Hungarians for four or five days, then I + doubt not that whatever you ask of the Archbishop will speedily be + granted.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall ask nothing,” cried the blacksmith, “but his blessing, and be + deeply honoured in receiving it.” + </p> + <p> + Whereupon the blacksmith, seizing his hammer, went to the door of his hut, + where hung part of a suit of armour, that served at the same time as a + sign of his profession and as a tocsin. He smote the hanging iron with his + sledge until the clangorous reverberation sounded through the valley, and + presently there came hurrying to him eight of his stalwart sons, who had + been occupied in tilling the fields. + </p> + <p> + “Scatter ye,” cried the blacksmith, “over the land. Rouse the people, and + tell them the Hungarians are upon us. Urge all to collect here at + midnight, with whatever of arms or weapons they may possess. Those who + have no arms, let them bring poles, and meanwhile your brothers and myself + will make pike-heads for them. Tell them they are called to, action by a + Lord from the Archbishop of Treves himself, and that I shall lead them. + Tell them they fight for their homes, their wives, and their children. And + now away.” + </p> + <p> + The eight young men at once dispersed in various directions. The smith + himself shod the Envoy’s horse, and begged him to inform the Archbishop + that they would defend the passes of the Eifel while a man of them + remained alive. + </p> + <p> + Long before midnight the peasants came straggling to the smithy from all + quarters, and by daylight the blacksmith had led them over the volcanic + hills to the lip of the tremendous pass through which the Hungarians must + come. The sides of this chasm were precipitous and hundreds of feet in + height. Even the peasants themselves, knowing the rocks as they did, could + not have climbed from the bottom of the pass to the height they now + occupied. They had, therefore, no fear that the Hungarians could scale the + walls and decimate their scanty band. + </p> + <p> + When the invaders appeared the blacksmith and his men rolled great stones + and rocks down upon them, practically annihilating the advance guard and + throwing the whole army into confusion. The week’s struggle that followed + forms one of the most exciting episodes in German history. Again and again + the Hungarians attempted the pass, but nothing could withstand the + avalanche of stones and rocks wherewith they were overwhelmed. Still, the + devoted little band did not have everything its own way. They were so few—and + they had to keep watch night and day—that ere the week was out many + turned longing eyes towards the direction whence the Archbishop’s army was + expected to appear. It was not until the seventh day that help arrived, + and then the Archbishop’s forces speedily put to flight the now + demoralised Hungarians, and chased them once more across the Rhine. + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing now left for us to do,” said the tired blacksmith to his + little following; “so I will get back to my forge and you to your farms.” + </p> + <p> + And this without more ado they did, the cheering and inspiring ring of + iron on anvil awakening the echoes of the Alf-thal once again. + </p> + <p> + The blacksmith and his twelve sons were at their noon-day meal when an + imposing cavalcade rode up to the smithy. At the head was no other than + the Archbishop himself, and the blacksmith and his dozen sons were covered + with confusion to think that they had such a distinguished visitor without + the means of receiving him in accordance with his station. But the + Archbishop said: + </p> + <p> + “Blacksmith Arras, you and your sons would not wait for me to thank you; + so I am now come to you that in presence of all these followers of mine I + may pay fitting tribute to your loyalty and your bravery.” + </p> + <p> + Then, indeed, did the modest blacksmith consider he had received more than + ample compensation for what he had done, which, after all, as he told his + neighbours, was merely his duty. So why should a man be thanked for it? + </p> + <p> + “Blacksmith,” said the Archbishop, as he mounted his horse to return to + Treves, “thanks cost little and are easily bestowed. I hope, however, to + have a present for you that will show the whole country round how much I + esteem true valour.” + </p> + <p> + At the mouth of the Alf-thal, somewhat back from the small village of Alf + and overlooking the Moselle, stands a conical hill that completely + commands the valley. The Archbishop of Treves, having had a lesson + regarding the dangers of an incursion through the volcanic region of the + Eifel, put some hundreds of men at work on this conical hill, and erected + on the top a strong castle, which was the wonder of the country. The year + was nearing its end when this great stronghold was completed, and it began + to be known throughout the land that the Archbishop intended to hold high + revel there, and had invited to the castle all the nobles in the country, + while the chief guest was no other than the Emperor himself. Then the + neighbours of the blacksmith learned that a gift was about to be bestowed + upon that stalwart man. He and his twelve sons received notification to + attend at the castle, and to enjoy the whole week’s festivity. He was + commanded to come in his leathern apron, and to bring with him his huge + sledge-hammer, which, the Archbishop said, had now become a weapon as + honourable as the two-handed sword itself. + </p> + <p> + Never before had such an honour been bestowed upon a common man, and + though the peasants were jubilant that one of their caste should be thus + singled out to receive the favour of the famous Archbishop, and meet not + only great nobles, but even the Emperor himself, still, it was gossiped + that the Barons grumbled at this distinction being placed upon a serf like + the blacksmith Arras, and none were so loud in their complaints as Count + Bertrich, who had remained drinking in the castle while the blacksmith + fought for the land. Nevertheless, all the nobility accepted the + invitation of the powerful Archbishop of Treves, and assembled in the + great room of the new castle, each equipped in all the gorgeous panoply of + full armour. It had been rumoured among the nobles that the Emperor would + not permit the Archbishop to sully the caste of knighthood by asking the + Barons to recognise or hold converse with one in humble station of life. + Indeed, had it been otherwise, Count Bertrich, with the Barons to back + him, were resolved to speak out boldly to the Emperor, upholding the + privileges of their class, and protesting against insult to it in presence + of the blacksmith and his sons. + </p> + <p> + When all assembled in the great hall they found at the centre of the long + side wall a magnificent throne erected, with a daïs in front of it, and on + this throne sat, the Emperor in state, while at his right hand stood the + lordly Archbishop of Treves. But what was more disquieting, they beheld + also the blacksmith standing before the daïs, some distance in front of + the Emperor, clad in his leathern apron, with his big brawny hands folded + over the top of the handle of his huge sledge-hammer. Behind him were + ranged his twelve sons. There were deep frowns on the brows of the nobles + when they saw this, and, after kneeling and protesting their loyalty to + the Emperor, they stood aloof and apart, leaving a clear space between + themselves and the plebeian blacksmith on whom they cast lowering looks. + When the salutations of the Emperor had been given, the Archbishop took a + step forward on the daïs and spoke in a clear voice that could be heard to + the furthermost corner of the room. + </p> + <p> + “My Lords,” he said, “I have invited you hither that you may have the + privilege of doing honour to a brave man. I ask you to salute the + blacksmith Arras, who, when his country was in danger, crushed the + invaders as effectually as ever his right arm, wielding sledge, crushed + hot iron.” + </p> + <p> + A red flush of confusion overspread the face of the blacksmith, but loud + murmurs broke out among the nobility, and none stepped forward to salute + him. One, indeed, stepped forward, but it was to appeal to the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” exclaimed Count Bertrich, “this is an unwarranted breach + of our privileges. It is not meet that we, holding noble names, should be + asked to consort with an untitled blacksmith. I appeal to your Majesty + against the Archbishop under the feudal law.” + </p> + <p> + All eyes turned upon the Emperor, who, after a pause, said: + </p> + <p> + “Count Bertrich is right, and I sustain his appeal.” + </p> + <p> + An expression of triumph came into the red bibulous face of Count + Bertrich, and the nobles shouted joyously: + </p> + <p> + “The Emperor, the Emperor!” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop, however, seemed in no way non-plussed by his defeat, but, + addressing the armourer, said: + </p> + <p> + “Advance, blacksmith, and do homage to your Emperor and mine.” + </p> + <p> + When the blacksmith knelt before the throne, the Emperor, taking his + jewelled sword from his side, smote the kneeling man lightly on his broad + shoulders, saying: + </p> + <p> + “Arise, Count Arras, noble of the German Empire, and first Lord of the + Alf-thal.” + </p> + <p> + The blacksmith rose slowly to his feet, bowed lowly to the Emperor, and + backed to the place where he had formerly stood, again resting his hands + on the handle of his sledge-hammer. The look of exultation faded from the + face of Count Bertrich, and was replaced by an expression of dismay, for + he had been until that moment, himself first Lord of the Alf-thal, with + none second. + </p> + <p> + “My Lords,” once more spoke up the Archbishop, “I ask you to salute Count + Arras, first Lord of the Alf-thal.” + </p> + <p> + No noble moved, and again Count Bertrich appealed to the Emperor. + </p> + <p> + “Are we to receive on terms of equality,” he said, “a landless man; the + count of a blacksmith’s hut; a first lord of a forge? For the second time + I appeal to your Majesty against such an outrage.” + </p> + <p> + The Emperor replied calmly: + </p> + <p> + “Again I support the appeal of Count Bertrich.” + </p> + <p> + There was this time no applause from the surrounding nobles, for many of + them had some smattering idea of what was next to happen, though the + muddled brain of Count Bertrich gave him no intimation of it. + </p> + <p> + “Count Arras,” said the Archbishop, “I promised you a gift when last I + left you at your smithy door. I now bestow upon you and your heirs forever + this castle of Burg Arras, and the lands adjoining it. I ask you to hold + it for me well and faithfully, as you held the pass of the Eifel. My + Lords,” continued the Archbishop, turning to the nobles, with a ring of + menace in his voice, “I ask you to salute Count Arras, your equal in + title, your equal in possessions, and the superior of any one of you in + patriotism and bravery. If any noble question his courage, let him neglect + to give Count of Burg Arras his title and salutation as he passes before + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, and that will not I,” said the tall noble who had sat at + Bertrich’s right hand in his castle, “for, my Lords, if we hesitate + longer, this doughty blacksmith will be Emperor before we know it.” Then, + advancing towards the ex-armourer, he said: “My Lord, Count of Burg Arras, + it gives me pleasure to salute you, and to hope that when Emperor or + Archbishop are to be fought for, your arm will be no less powerful in a + coat of mail than it was when you wore a leathern apron.” + </p> + <p> + One by one the nobles passed and saluted as their leader had done. Count + Bertrich hung back until the last, and then, as he passed the new Count of + Burg Arras, he hissed at him, with a look of rage, the single word, “<i>Blacksmith!</i>” + </p> + <p> + The Count of Burg Arras, stirred to sudden anger, and forgetting in whose + presence he stood, swung his huge sledge-hammer round his head, and + brought it down on the armoured back of Count Bertrich, roaring the word + “ANVIL!” + </p> + <p> + The armour splintered like crushed ice, and Count Bertrich fell prone on + his face and lay there. There was instant cry of “Treason! Treason!” and + shouts of “No man may draw arms in the Emperor’s presence.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord Emperor,” cried the Count of Burg Arras, “I crave pardon if I + have done amiss. A man does not forget the tricks of his old calling when + he takes on new honours. Your Majesty has said that I am a Count. This + man, having heard your Majesty’s word, proclaims me blacksmith, and so + gave the lie to his Emperor. For this I struck him, and would again, even + though he stood before the throne in a palace, or the altar in a + cathedral. If that be treason, take from me your honours, and let me back + to my forge, where this same hammer will mend the armour it has broken, or + beat him out a new back-piece.” + </p> + <p> + “You have broken no tenet of the feudal law,” said the Emperor. “You have + broken nothing, I trust, but the Count’s armour, for, as I see, he is + arousing himself, doubtless no bones are broken as well. The feudal law + does not regard a blacksmith’s hammer as a weapon. And as for treason, + Count of Burg Arras, may my throne always be surrounded by such treason as + yours.” + </p> + <p> + And for centuries after, the descendants of the blacksmith were Counts of + Burg Arras, and held the castle of that name, whose ruins to-day attest + the excellence of the Archbishop’s building. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + COUNT KONRAD’S COURTSHIP + </h2> + <p> + It was nearly midnight when Count Konrad von Hochstaden reached his castle + on the Rhine, with a score of very tired and hungry men behind him. The + warder at the gate of Schloss Hochstaden, after some cautious parley with + the newcomers, joyously threw apart the two great iron-studded oaken + leaves of the portal when he was convinced that it was indeed his young + master who had arrived after some tumultuous years at the crusades, and + Count Konrad with his followers rode clattering under the stone arch, into + the ample courtyard. It is recorded that, in the great hall of the castle, + the Count and his twenty bronzed and scarred knights ate such a meal as + had never before been seen to disappear in Hochstaden, and that after + drinking with great cheer to the downfall of the Saracene and the triumph + of the true cross, they all lay on the floor of the Rittersaal and slept + the remainder of the night, the whole of next day, and did not awaken + until the dawn of the second morning. They had had years of hard fighting + in the east, and on the way home they had been compelled to work their + passage through the domains of turbulent nobles by good stout broadsword + play, the only argument their opposers could understand, and thus they had + come through to the Rhine without contributing aught to their opponents + except fierce blows, which were not commodities as marketable as yellow + gold, yet with this sole exchange did the twenty-one win their way from + Palestine to the Palatinate, and thus were they so long on the road that + those in Schloss Hochstaden had given up all expectation of their coming. + </p> + <p> + Count Konrad found that his father, whose serious illness was the cause of + his return, had been dead for months past, and the young man wandered + about the castle which, during the past few years, he had beheld only in + dreams by night and in the desert mirages by day, saddened because of his + loss. He would return to the Holy Land, he said to himself, and let the + castle be looked after by its custodian until the war with the heathen was + ended. + </p> + <p> + The young Count walked back and forth on the stone paved terrace which + commanded from its height such a splendid view of the winding river, but + he paid small attention to the landscape, striding along with his hands + clasped behind him; his head bent, deep in thought. He was awakened from + his reverie by the coming of the ancient custodian of the castle, who + shuffled up to him and saluted him with reverential respect, for the Count + was now the last of his race; a fighting line, whose members rarely came + to die peaceably in their beds as Konrad’s father had done. + </p> + <p> + The Count, looking up, swept his eye around the horizon and then to his + astonishment saw the red battle flag flying grimly from the high northern + tower of Castle Bernstein perched on the summit of the next hill to the + south. In the valley were the white tents of an encampment, and fluttering + over it was a flag whose device, at that distance, the Count could not + discern. + </p> + <p> + “Why is the battle flag flying on Bernstein, Gottlieb, and what means + those tents in the valley?” asked Konrad. + </p> + <p> + The old man looked in the direction of the encampment, as if the sight + were new to him, but Konrad speedily saw that the opposite was the case. + The tents had been there so long that they now seemed a permanent part of + the scenery. + </p> + <p> + “The Archbishop of Cologne, my Lord, is engaged in the besiegement of + Schloss Bernstein, and seems like to have a long job of it. He has been + there for nearly a year now.” + </p> + <p> + “Then the stout Baron is making a brave defence; good luck to him!” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, my Lord, I am grieved to state that the Baron went to his rest on + the first day of the assault. He foolishly sallied out at the head of his + men and fell hotly on the Archbishop’s troops, who were surrounding the + castle. There was some matter in dispute between the Baron and the + Archbishop, and to aid the settlement thereof, his mighty Lordship of + Cologne sent a thousand armed men up the river, and it is said that all he + wished was to have parley with Baron Bernstein, and to overawe him in the + discussion, but the Baron came out at the head of his men and fell upon + the Cologne troops so mightily that he nearly put the whole battalion to + flight, but the officers rallied their panic-stricken host, seeing how few + were opposed to them, and the order was given that the Baron should be + taken prisoner, but the old man would not have it so, and fought so + sturdily with his long sword, that he nearly entrenched himself with a + wall of dead. At last the old man was cut down and died gloriously, with + scarcely a square inch unwounded on his whole body. The officers of the + Archbishop then tried to carry the castle by assault, but the Lady of + Bernstein closed and barred the gate, ran, up the battle flag on the + northern tower and bid defiance to the Archbishop and all his men.” + </p> + <p> + “The Lady of Bernstein? I thought the Baron was a widower. Whom, then, did + he again marry?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Twas not his wife, but his daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “His daughter? Not Brunhilda? She’s but a child of ten.” + </p> + <p> + “She was when you went away, my Lord, but now she is a woman of eighteen, + with all the beauty of her mother and all the bravery of her father.” + </p> + <p> + “Burning Cross of the East, Gottlieb! Do you mean to say that for a year a + prince of the Church has been warring with a girl, and her brother, + knowing nothing of this cowardly assault, fighting the battles for his + faith on the sands of the desert? Let the bugle sound! Call up my men and + arouse those who are still sleeping.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, my Lord, I beg of you to have caution in this matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Caution? God’s patience! Has caution rotted the honour out of the bones + of all Rhine men, that this outrage should pass unmolested before their + eyes! The father murdered; the daughter beleaguered; while those who call + themselves men sleep sound in their safe castles! Out of my way, old man! + Throw open the gates!” + </p> + <p> + But the ancient custodian stood firmly before his over-lord, whose red + angry face seemed like that of the sun rising so ruddily behind him. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, if you insist on engaging in this enterprise it must be gone + about sanely. You need the old head as well as the young arm. You have a + score of well-seasoned warriors, and we can gather into the castle another + hundred. But the Archbishop has a thousand men around Bernstein. Your + score would but meet the fate of the old Baron and would not better the + case of those within the castle. The Archbishop has not assaulted + Bernstein since the Baron’s death, but has drawn a tight line around it + and so has cut off all supplies, daily summoning the maiden to surrender. + What they now need in Bernstein is not iron, but food. Through long + waiting they keep slack watch about the castle, and it is possible that, + with care taken at midnight, you might reprovision Bernstein so that she + could hold out until her brother comes, whom it is said she has summoned + from the Holy Land.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art wise, old Gottlieb,” said the Count slowly, pausing in his wrath + as the difficulties of the situation were thus placed in array before him; + “wise and cautious, as all men seem to be who now keep ward on the Rhine. + What said my father regarding this contest?” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, your honoured father was in his bed stricken with the long + illness that came to be his undoing at the last, and we never let him know + that the Baron was dead or the siege in progress.” + </p> + <p> + “Again wise and cautious, Gottlieb, for had he known it, he would have + risen from his deathbed, taken down his two-handed sword from the wall, + and struck his last blow in defence of the right against tyranny.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord, under danger of your censure, I venture to say that you + do not yet know the cause of the quarrel into which you design to + precipitate yourself. It may not be tyranny on the part of the overlord, + but disobedience on the part of the vassal, which causes the environment + of Bernstein. And the Archbishop is a prince of our holy Church.” + </p> + <p> + “I leave those nice distinctions to philosophers like thee, Gottlieb. It + is enough for me to know that a thousand men are trying to starve one + woman, and as for being a prince of the Church, I shall give his devout + Lordship a taste of religion hot from its birthplace, and show him how we + uphold the cause in the East, for in this matter the Archbishop grasps not + the cross but the sword, and by the sword shall he be met. And now go, + Gottlieb, set ablaze the fires on all our ovens and put the bakers at + work. Call in your hundred men as speedily as possible, and bid each man + bring with him a sack of wheat. Spend the day at the baking and fill the + cellars with grain and wine. It will be reason enough, if any make + inquiry, to say that the young Lord has returned and intends to hold + feasts in his castle. Send hither my Captain to me.” + </p> + <p> + Old Gottlieb hobbled away, and there presently came upon the terrace a + stalwart, grizzled man, somewhat past middle age, whose brown face showed + more seams of scars than remnants of beauty. He saluted his chief and + stood erect in silence. + </p> + <p> + The Count waved his hand toward the broad valley and said grimly: + </p> + <p> + “There sits the Archbishop of Cologne, besieging the Castle of Bernstein.” + </p> + <p> + The Captain bowed low and crossed himself. + </p> + <p> + “God prosper his Lordship,” he said piously. + </p> + <p> + “You may think that scarcely the phrase to use, Captain, when I tell you + that you will lead an assault on his Lordship to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Then God prosper us, my Lord,” replied the Captain cheerfully, for he was + ever a man who delighted more in fighting than in inquiring keenly into + the cause thereof. + </p> + <p> + “You may see from here that a ridge runs round from this castle, bending + back from the river, which it again approaches, touching thus Schloss + Bernstein. There is a path along the summit of the ridge which I have + often trodden as a boy, so I shall be your guide. It is scarce likely that + this path is guarded, but if it is we will have to throw its keepers over + the precipice; those that we do not slay outright, when we come upon + them.” + </p> + <p> + “Excellent, my Lord, most excellent,” replied the Captain, gleefully + rubbing his huge hands one over the other. + </p> + <p> + “But it is not entirely to fight that we go. You are to act as convoy to + those who carry bread to Castle Bernstein. We shall leave here at the + darkest hour after midnight and you must return before daybreak so that + the Archbishop cannot estimate our numbers. Then get out all the old + armour there is in the castle and masquerade the peasants in it. Arrange + them along the battlements so that they will appear as numerous as + possible while I stay in Castle Bernstein and make terms with the + Archbishop, for it seems he out-mans us, so we must resort, in some + measure, to strategy. On the night assault let each man yell as if he were + ten and lay about him mightily. Are the knaves astir yet?” + </p> + <p> + “Most of them, my Lord, and drinking steadily the better to endure the + dryness of the desert when we go eastward again.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, see to it that they do not drink so much as to interfere with clean + sword-play against to-night’s business.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord, I have a doubt if there is Rhine wine enough in the + castle’s vaults to do that, and the men yell better when they have a few + gallons within them.” + </p> + <p> + At the appointed hour Count Konrad and his company went silently forth, + escorting a score more who carried sacks of the newly baked bread on their + backs, or leathern receptacles filled with wine, as well as a stout cask + of the same seductive fluid. Near the Schloss Bernstein the rescuing party + came upon the Archbishop’s outpost, who raised the alarm before the good + sword of the Captain cut through the cry. There were bugle calls + throughout the camp and the sound of men hurrying to their weapons, but + all the noise of preparation among the besiegers was as nothing to the + demoniac din sent up by the Crusaders, who rushed to the onslaught with a + zest sharpened by their previous rest and inactivity. The wild barbaric + nature of their yells, such as never before were heard on the borders of + the placid Rhine, struck consternation into the opposition camp, because + some of the Archbishop’s troops had fought against the heathen in the + East, and they now recognised the clamour which had before, on many an + occasion, routed them, and they thought that the Saracenes had turned the + tables and invaded Germany; indeed from the deafening clamour it seemed + likely that all Asia was let loose upon them. The alarm spread quickly to + Castle Bernstein itself, and torches began to glimmer on its battlements. + With a roar the Crusaders rushed up to the foot of the wall, as a wave + dashes against a rock, sweeping the frightened bread-carriers with them. + By the light of the torches Konrad saw standing on the wall a fair young + girl clad in chain armour whose sparkling links glistened like countless + diamonds in the rays of the burning pitch. She leaned on the cross-bar of + her father’s sword and, with wide-open, eager eyes peered into the + darkness beyond, questioning the gloom for reason of the terrifying + tumult. When Konrad strode within the radius of the torches, the girl drew + back slightly and cried: + </p> + <p> + “So the Archbishop has at last summoned courage to attack, after all this + patient waiting.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lady,” shouted the Count, “these are my forces and not the + Archbishop’s. I am Konrad, Count of Hochstaden.” + </p> + <p> + “The more shame, then, that you, who have fought bravely with men, should + now turn your weapons against a woman, and she your neighbour and the + sister of your friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, Lady Brunhilda, you misjudge me. I am come to your rescue and not + to your disadvantage.. The Archbishop’s men were put to some inconvenience + by our unexpected arrival, and to gather from the sounds far down the + valley they have not ceased running yet. We come with bread, and use the + sword but as a spit to deliver it.” + </p> + <p> + “Your words are welcome were I but sure of their truth,” said the lady + with deep distrust in her tone, for she had had experience of the + Archbishop’s craft on many occasions, and the untimely hour of the succour + led her to fear a ruse. “I open my gates neither to friend nor to foe in + the darkness,” she added. + </p> + <p> + “Tis a rule that may well be commended to others of your bewitching sex,” + replied the Count, “but we ask not the opening of the gates, although you + might warn those within your courtyard to beware what comes upon them + presently.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he gave the word, and each two of his servitors seized a sack + of bread by the ends and, heaving it, flung it over the wall. Some of the + sacks fell short, but the second effort sent them into the courtyard, + where many of them burst, scattering the round loaves along the + cobble-stoned pavement, to be eagerly pounced upon by the starving + servitors and such men-at-arms as had escaped from the encounter with the + Archbishop’s troops when the Baron was slain. The cries of joy that rang + up from within the castle delighted the ear of the Count and softened the + suspicion of the lady on the wall. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” cried Konrad to his Captain, “back to Schloss Hochstaden before the + dawn approaches too closely, and let there be no mistake in the + Archbishop’s camp that you are on the way.” + </p> + <p> + They all departed in a series of earsplitting, heart-appalling whoops that + shattered the still night air and made a vocal pandemonium of that portion + of the fair Rhine valley. The colour left the cheeks of the Lady of + Bernstein as she listened in palpable terror to the fiendish outcry which + seemed to scream for blood and that instantly, looking down she saw the + Knight of Hochstaden still there at the foot of her wall gazing up at her. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord,” she said with concern, “if you stay thus behind your noisy + troop you will certainly be captured when it comes day.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lady of Bernstein, I am already a captive, and all the Archbishop’s + men could not hold me more in thrall did they surround me at this moment.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not understand you, sir,” said Brunhilda coldly, drawing herself up + with a dignity that well became her, “your language seems to partake of an + exaggeration that doubtless you have learned in the tropical East, and + which we have small patience with on the more temperate banks of the + Rhine.” + </p> + <p> + “The language that I use, fair Brunhilda, knows neither east nor west; + north nor south, but is common to every land, and if it be a stranger to + the Rhine, the Saints be witness ‘tis full time ‘twere introduced here, + and I hold myself as competent to be its spokesman, as those screeching + scoundrels of mine hold themselves the equal in battle to all the + archbishops who ever wore the robes of that high office.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord,” cried Brunhilda, a note of serious warning in her voice, “my + gates are closed and they remain so. I hold myself your debtor for unasked + aid, and would fain see you in a place of safety.” + </p> + <p> + “My reverenced Lady, that friendly wish shall presently be gratified,” and + saying this, the Count unwound from his waist a thin rope woven of + horse-hair, having a long loop at the end of it. This he whirled round his + head and with an art learned in the scaling of eastern walls flung the + loop so that it surrounded one of the machicolations of the bastion, and, + with his feet travelling against the stone work, he walked up the wall by + aid of this cord and was over the parapet before any could hinder his + ascent. The Maid of the Schloss, her brows drawn down in anger, stood with + sword ready to strike, but whether it was the unwieldiness of the clumsy + weapon, or whether it was the great celerity with which the young man put + his nimbleness to the test, or whether it was that she recognised him as + perhaps her one friend on earth, who can tell; be that as it may, she did + not strike in time, and a moment, later the Count dropped on one knee and + before she knew it raised one of her hands to his bending lips. + </p> + <p> + “Lovely Warder of Bernstein,” cried Count Konrad, with a tremor of emotion + in his voice that thrilled the girl in spite of herself, “I lay my + devotion and my life at your feet, to use them as you will.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord,” she said quaveringly, with tears nearer the surface than she + would have cared to admit, “I like not this scaling of the walls; my + permission unasked.” + </p> + <p> + “God’s truth, my Lady, and you are not the first to so object, but the + others were men, and I may say, without boasting, that I bent not the knee + to them when I reached their level, but I have been told that custom will + enable a maid to look more forgivingly on such escapades if her feeling is + friendly toward the invader, and I am bold enough to hope that the + friendship with which your brother has ever regarded me in the distant + wars, may be extended to my unworthy self by his sister at home.” + </p> + <p> + Count Konrad rose to his feet and the girl gazed at him in silence, seeing + how bronzed and manly he looked in his light well-polished eastern armour, + which had not the cumbrous massiveness of western mail, but, while amply + protecting the body, bestowed upon it lithe freedom for quick action; and + unconsciously she compared him, not to his disadvantage, with the cravens + on the Rhine, who, while sympathising with her, dared not raise weapon on + her behalf against so powerful an over-lord as the warlike Archbishop. The + scarlet cross of the Crusader on his broad breast seemed to her swimming + eyes to blaze with lambent flame in the yellow torchlight. She dared not + trust her voice to answer him, fearing its faintness might disown the + courage with which she had held her castle for so long, and he, seeing + that she struggled to hold control of herself, standing there like a + superb Goddess of the Rhine, pretended to notice nothing and spoke + jauntily with a wave of his hand: “My villains have brought to the foot of + the walls a cask of our best wine which we dared not adventure to cast + into the courtyard with that freedom which forwarded the loaves; there is + also a packet of dainties more suited to your Ladyship’s consideration + than the coarse bread from our ovens. Give command, I beg of you, that the + gates be opened and that your men bring the wine and food to safety within + the courtyard, and bestow on me the privilege of guarding the open gate + while this is being done.” + </p> + <p> + Then gently, with insistent deference, the young man took from her the + sword of her father which she yielded to him with visible reluctance, but + nevertheless yielded, standing there disarmed before him. Together in + silence they went down the stone steps that led from the battlements to + the courtyard, followed by the torch-bearers, whom the lightening east + threatened soon to render unnecessary. A cheer went up, the first heard + for many days within those walls, and the feasters, flinging their caps in + the air, cried “Hochstaden! Hochstaden!” The Count turned to his fair + companion and said, with a smile: + </p> + <p> + “The garrison is with me, my Lady.” + </p> + <p> + She smiled also, and sighed, but made no other reply, keeping her eyes + steadfast on the stone steps beneath her. Once descended, she gave the + order in a low voice, and quickly the gates were thrown wide, creaking + grumblingly on their hinges, long unused. Konrad stood before the opening + with the sword of Bernstein in his hands, swinging it this way and that to + get the hang of it, and looking on it with the admiration which a warrior + ever feels for a well hung, trusty blade, while the men-at-arms nodded to + one another and said: “There stands a man who knows the use of a weapon. I + would that he had the crafty Archbishop before him to practise on.” + </p> + <p> + When the barrel was trundled in, the Lady of Bernstein had it broached at + once, and with her own hand served to each of her men a flagon of the + golden wine. Each took his portion, bowing low to the lady, then doffing + cap, drank first to the Emperor, and after with an enthusiasm absent from + the Imperial toast, to the young war lord whom the night had flung thus + unexpectedly among them. When the last man had refreshed himself, the + Count stepped forward and begged a flagon full that he might drink in such + good company, and it seemed that Brunhilda had anticipated such a request, + for she turned to one of her women and held out her hand, receiving a huge + silver goblet marvellously engraved that had belonged to her forefathers, + and plenishing it, she gave it to the Count, who, holding it aloft, cried, + “The Lady of Bernstein,” whereupon there arose such a shout that the + troubled Archbishop heard it in his distant tent. + </p> + <p> + “And yet further of your hospitality must I crave,” said Konrad, “for the + morning air is keen, and gives me an appetite for food of which I am + deeply ashamed, but which nevertheless clamours for an early breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + The lady, after giving instruction to the maids who waited upon her, led + the way into the castle, where Konrad following, they arrived in the long + Rittersaal, at the end of which, facing the brightening east, was placed a + huge window of stained glass, whose great breadth was gradually lightening + as if an unseen painter with magic brush was tinting the glass with + transparent colour, from the lofty timbered ceiling to the smoothly + polished floor. At the end of the table, with her back to the window, + Brunhilda sat, while the Count took a place near her, by the side, turning + so that he faced her, the ever-increasing radiance illumining his + scintillating armour. The girl ate sparingly, saying little and glancing + often at her guest. He fell to like the good trencherman he was, and + talked unceasingly of the wars in the East, and the brave deeds done + there, and as he talked the girl forgot all else, rested her elbows on the + table and her chin in her hands, regarding him intently, for he spoke not + of himself but of her brother, and of how, when grievously pressed, he had + borne himself so nobly that more than once, seemingly certain defeat was + changed into glorious victory. Now and then when Konrad gazed upon + Brunhilda, his eloquent tongue faltered for a moment and he lost the + thread of his narrative, for all trace of the warrior maid had departed, + and there, outlined against the glowing window of dazzling colours, she + seemed indeed a saint with her halo of golden hair, a fit companion to the + angels that the marvellous skill of the artificer had placed in that + gorgeous collection of pictured panes, lead-lined and cut in various + shapes, answering the needs of their gifted designer, as a paint-brush + follows the will of the artist. From where the young man sat, the girl + against the window seemed a member of that radiant company, and thus he + paused stricken speechless by her beauty. + </p> + <p> + She spoke at last, the smile on her lips saddened by the down turning of + their corners, her voice the voice of one hovering uncertain between + laughter and tears. + </p> + <p> + “And you,” she said, “you seem to have had no part in all this stirring + recital. It was my brother and my brother and my brother, and to hear you + one would think you were all the while hunting peacefully in your Rhine + forests. Yet still I do believe the Count of Hochstaden gave the heathen + to know he was somewhat further to the east of Germany.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, of me,” stammered the Count. “Yes, I was there, it is true, and + sometimes—well, I have a fool of a captain, headstrong and reckless, + who swept me now and then into a melee, before I could bring cool + investigation to bear upon his mad projects, and once in the fray of + course I had to plead with my sword to protect my head, otherwise my bones + would now be on the desert sands, so I selfishly lay about me and did what + I could to get once more out of the turmoil.” + </p> + <p> + The rising sun now struck living colour into the great window of stained + glass, splashing the floor and the further wall with crimson and blue and + gold. Count Konrad sprang to his feet. “The day is here,” he cried, + standing in the glory of it, while the girl rose more slowly. “Let us have + in your bugler and see if he has forgotten the battle call of the + Bernsteins. Often have I heard it in the desert. ‘Give us the battle + call,’ young Heinrich would cry and then to its music all his followers + would shout ‘Bernstein! Bernstein!’ until it seemed the far-off horizon + must have heard.” + </p> + <p> + The trumpeter came, and being now well fed, blew valiantly, giving to the + echoing roof the war cry of the generations of fighting men it had + sheltered. + </p> + <p> + “That is it,” cried the Count, “and it has a double significance. A + challenge on the field, and a summons to parley when heard from the walls. + We shall now learn whether or no the Archbishop has forgotten it, and I + crave your permission to act as spokesman with his Lordship.” + </p> + <p> + “That I most gratefully grant,” said the Lady of the Castle. + </p> + <p> + Once more on the battlements, the Lord of Hochstaden commanded the + trumpeter to sound the call The martial music rang out in the still + morning air and was echoed mockingly by the hills on the other side of the + river. After that, all was deep silence. + </p> + <p> + “Once again,” said Konrad. + </p> + <p> + For a second time the battle blast filled the valley, and for a second + time returned faintly back from the hills. Then from near the great tent + of the Archbishop, by the margin of the stream, came the answering call, + accepting the demand for a parley. + </p> + <p> + When at last the Archbishop, mounted on a black charger, came slowly up + the winding path which led to the castle, attended by only two of his + officers, he found the Count of Hochstaden awaiting him on the battlements + above the gate. The latter’s hopes arose when he saw that Cologne himself + had come, and had not entrusted the business to an envoy, and it was also + encouraging to note that he came so poorly attended, for when a man has + made up his mind to succumb he wishes as few witnesses as possible, while + if he intends further hostilities, he comes in all the pomp of his + station. + </p> + <p> + “With whom am I to hold converse?” began the Archbishop, “I am here at the + behest of the Bernstein call to parley, but I see none, of that name on + the wall to greet me.” + </p> + <p> + “Heinrich, Baron Bernstein, is now on his way to his castle from the Holy + Land, and were he here it were useless for me to summon a parley, for he + would answer you with the sword and not with the tongue when he learned + his father was dead at your hand.” + </p> + <p> + “That is no reply to my question. With whom do I hold converse?” + </p> + <p> + “I am Konrad, Count of Hochstaden, and your Lordship’s vassal.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to learn of your humility and pleased to know that I need not + call your vassalage to your memory, but I fear that in the darkness you + have less regard for either than you now pretend in the light of day.” + </p> + <p> + “In truth, my Lord, you grievously mistake me, for in the darkness I stood + your friend. I assure you I had less than a thousand rascals at my back + last night, and yet nothing would appease them but that they must fling + themselves upon your whole force, had I not held them in check. I told + them you probably outnumbered us ten to one, but they held that one man + who had gone through an eastern campaign was worth ten honest burghers + from Cologne, which indeed I verily believe, and for the fact that you + were not swept into the Rhine early this morning you have me and my + peaceful nature to thank, my Lord. Perhaps you heard the rogues discussing + the matter with me before dawn, and going angrily home when I so ordered + them.” + </p> + <p> + “A man had need to be dead and exceedingly deep in his grave not to have + heard them,” growled the Archbishop. + </p> + <p> + “And there they stand at this moment, my Lord, doubtless grumbling among + themselves that I am so long giving the signal they expect, which will + permit them to finish this morning’s work. The men I can generally + control, but my captains are a set of impious cut-throats who would sooner + sack an Archbishop’s palace than listen to the niceties of the feudal law + which protects over-lords from such pleasantries.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop turned on his horse and gazed on the huge bulk of Schloss + Hochstaden, and there a wonderful sight met his eye. The walls bristled + with armed men, the sun glistening on their polished breastplates like the + shimmer of summer lightning. The Archbishop turned toward the gate again, + as though the sight he beheld brought small comfort to him. + </p> + <p> + “What is your desire?” he said with less of truculence in his tone than + there had been at the beginning. + </p> + <p> + “I hold it a scandal,” said the Count gravely, “that a prince of the + Church should assault Christian walls while their owner is absent in the + East venturing his life in the uplifting of the true faith. You can now + retreat without loss of prestige; six hours hence that may be impossible. + I ask you then to give your assurance to the Lady of Bernstein, pledging + your knightly word that she will be no longer threatened by you, and I ask + you to withdraw your forces immediately to Cologne where it is likely they + will find something to do if Baron Heinrich, as I strongly suspect, + marches directly on that city.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall follow the advice of my humble vassal, for the strength of a + prince is in the sage counsel of his war lords. Will you escort the lady + to the battlements?” + </p> + <p> + Then did Count Konrad von Hochstaden see that his cause was won, and + descending he came up again, leading the Lady Brunhilda by the hand. + </p> + <p> + “I have to acquaint you, madame,” said the Archbishop, “that the siege is + ended, and I give you my assurance that you will not again be beleaguered + by my forces.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Bernstein bowed, but made no answer. She blushed deeply that + the Count still held her hand, but she did not withdraw it. + </p> + <p> + “And now, my Lord Archbishop, that this long-held contention is amicably + adjusted,” began Von Hochstaden, “I crave that you bestow on us two your + gracious blessing, potentate of the Church, for this lady is to be my + wife.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” cried Brunhilda in sudden anger, snatching her hand from his, “do + you think you can carry me by storm as you did my castle, without even + asking my consent?” + </p> + <p> + “Lady of my heart,” said Konrad tenderly, “I did ask your consent. My eyes + questioned in the Rittersaal and yours gave kindly answer. Is there then + no language but that which is spoken? I offer you here before the world my + open hand; is it to remain empty?” + </p> + <p> + He stood before her with outstretched palm, and she gazed steadfastly at + him, breathing quickly. At length a smile dissolved the sternness of her + charming lips, she glanced at his extended hand and said: + </p> + <p> + “‘Twere a pity so firm and generous a hand should remain tenantless,” and + with that she placed her palm in his. + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop smiled grimly at this lovers’ by-play, then solemnly, with + upraised hands, invoked God’s blessing upon them. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE LONG LADDER + </h2> + <p> + Every fortress has one traitor within its walls; the Schloss Eltz had two. + In this, curiously enough, lay its salvation; for as some Eastern poisons + when mixed neutralise each other and form combined a harmless fluid, so + did the two traitors unwittingly react, the one upon the other, to the + lasting glory of Schloss Eltz, which has never been captured to this day. + </p> + <p> + It would be difficult to picture the amazement of Heinrich von Richenbach + when he sat mute upon his horse at the brow of the wooded heights and, for + the first time, beheld the imposing pile which had been erected by the + Count von Eltz. It is startling enough to come suddenly upon a castle + where no castle should be; but to find across one’s path an erection that + could hardly have been the product of other agency than the lamp of + Aladdin was stupefying, and Heinrich drew the sunburned back of his hand + across his eyes, fearing that they were playing him a trick; then seeing + the wondrous vision still before him, he hastily crossed himself, an + action performed somewhat clumsily through lack of practice, so that he + might ward off enchantment, if, as seemed likely, that mountain of + pinnacles was the work of the devil, and not placed there, stone on stone, + by the hand of man. But in spite of crossing and the clearing of his eyes, + Eltz Castle remained firmly seated on its stool of rock, and, when his + first astonishment had somewhat abated, Von Richenbach, who was a most + practical man, began to realise that here, purely by a piece of + unbelievable good luck, the very secret he had been sent to unravel had + been stumbled upon, the solving of which he had given up in despair, + returning empty-handed to his grim master, the redoubtable Archbishop + Baldwin of Treves. + </p> + <p> + It was now almost two months since the Archbishop had sent him on the + mission to the Rhine from which he was returning as wise as he went, well + knowing that a void budget would procure him scant welcome from his + imperious ruler. Here, at least, was important matter for the warlike + Elector’s stern consideration—an apparently impregnable fortress + secretly built in the very centre of the Archbishop’s domain; and knowing + that the Count von Eltz claimed at least partial jurisdiction over this + district, more especially that portion known as the Eltz-thal, in the + middle of which this mysterious citadel had been erected. Heinrich rightly + surmised that its construction had been the work of this ancient enemy of + the Archbishop. + </p> + <p> + Two months before, or nearly so, Heinrich von Richenbach had been summoned + into the presence of the Lion of Treves at his palace in that venerable + city. When Baldwin had dismissed all within the room save only Von + Richenbach, the august prelate said: + </p> + <p> + “It is my pleasure that you take horse at once and proceed to my city of + Mayence on the Rhine, where I am governor. You will inspect the garrison + there and report to me.” + </p> + <p> + Heinrich bowed, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “You will then go down the Rhine to Elfield, where my new castle is built, + and I shall be pleased to have an opinion regarding it.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop paused, and again his vassal bowed and remained silent. + </p> + <p> + “It is my wish that you go without escort, attracting as little attention + as possible, and perhaps it may be advisable to return by the northern + side of the Moselle, but some distance back from the river, as there are + barons on the banks who might inquire your business, and regret their + curiosity when they found they questioned a messenger of mine. We should + strive, during our brief sojourn on this inquisitive earth, to put our + fellow creatures to as little discomfort as possible.” + </p> + <p> + Von Richenbach saw that he was being sent on a secret and possibly + dangerous mission, and he had been long enough in the service of the + crafty Archbishop to know that the reasons ostensibly given for his + journey were probably not those which were the cause of it, so he + contented himself with inclining his head for the third time and holding + his peace. The Archbishop regarded him keenly for a few moments, a + derisive smile parting his firm lips; then said, as if his words were an + afterthought: + </p> + <p> + “Our faithful vassal, the Count von Eltz, is, if I mistake not, a neighbor + of ours at Elfield?” + </p> + <p> + The sentence took, through its inflection, the nature of a query, and for + the first time Heinrich von Richenbach ventured reply. + </p> + <p> + “He is, my Lord.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop raised his eyes to the vaulted ceiling, and seemed for a + time lost in thought, saying, at last, apparently in soliloquy, rather + than by direct address: + </p> + <p> + “Count von Eltz has been suspiciously quiet of late for a man so impetuous + by nature. It might be profitable to know what interests him during this + unwonted seclusion. It behooves us to acquaint ourselves with the motives + that actuate a neighbour, so that, opportunity arising, we may aid him + with counsel or encouragement. If, therefore, it should so chance that, in + the intervals of your inspection of governorship or castle, aught + regarding the present occupation of the noble count comes to your ears, + the information thus received may perhaps remain in your memory until you + return to Treves.” + </p> + <p> + The Archbishop withdrew his eyes from the ceiling, the lids lowering over + them, and flashed a keen, rapier-like glance at the man who stood before + him. + </p> + <p> + Heinrich von Richenbach made low obeisance and replied: + </p> + <p> + “Whatever else fades from my memory, my Lord, news of Count von Eltz shall + remain there.” + </p> + <p> + “See that you carry nothing upon you, save your commission as inspector, + which my secretary will presently give to you. If you are captured it will + be enough to proclaim yourself my emissary and exhibit your commission in + proof of the peaceful nature of your embassy. And now to horse and away.” + </p> + <p> + Thus Von Richenbach, well mounted, with his commission legibly engrossed + in clerkly hand on parchment, departed on the Roman road for Mayence, but + neither there nor at Elfield could he learn more of Count von Eltz than + was already known at Treves, which was to the effect that this nobleman, + repenting him, it was said, of his stubborn opposition to the Archbishop, + had betaken himself to the Crusades in expiation of his wrong in + shouldering arms against one who was both his temporal and spiritual + over-lord; and this rumour coming to the ears of Baldwin, had the + immediate effect of causing that prince of the Church to despatch Von + Richenbach with the purpose of learning accurately what his old enemy was + actually about; for Baldwin, being an astute man, placed little faith in + sudden conversion. + </p> + <p> + When Heinrich von Richenbach returned to Treves he was immediately ushered + into the presence of his master. + </p> + <p> + “You have been long away,” said the Archbishop, a frown on his brow. “I + trust the tidings you bring offer some slight compensation for the delay.” + Then was Heinrich indeed glad that fate, rather than his own perspicacity, + had led his horse to the heights above Schloss Eltz. + </p> + <p> + “The tidings I bring, my Lord, are so astounding that I could not return + to Treves without verifying them. This led me far afield, for my + information was of the scantiest; but I am now enabled to vouch for the + truth of my well-nigh incredible intelligence.” + </p> + <p> + “Have the good deeds of the Count then translated him bodily to heaven, as + was the case with Elijah? Unloose your packet, man, and waste not so much + time in the vaunting of your wares.” + </p> + <p> + “The Count von Eltz, my Lord, has built a castle that is part palace, part + fortress, and in its latter office well-nigh impregnable.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes? And where?” + </p> + <p> + “In the Eltz-thal, my Lord, a league and a quarter from the Moselle.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible!” cried Baldwin, bringing his clenched fist down on the table + before him. “Impossible! You have been misled, Von Richenbach.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Lord, I had every reason to believe so until I viewed the + structure with my own eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “This, then, is the fruit of Von Eltz’s contrition! To build a castle + without permission within my jurisdiction, and defy me in my own domain. + By the Coat, he shall repent his temerity and wish himself twice over a + captive of the Saracen ere I have done with him. I will despatch at once + an army to the Eltz-thal, and there shall not be left one stone upon + another when it returns.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord, I beseech you not to move with haste in this matter. If twenty + thousand men marched up to the Eltz-thal they could not take the castle. + No such schloss was ever built before, and none to equal it will ever be + built again, unless, as I suspect to be the case in this instance, the + devil lends his aid.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I doubt not that Satan built it, but he took the form and name of + Count von Eltz while doing so,” replied the Archbishop, his natural anger + at this bold defiance of his power giving way to his habitual caution, + which, united with his resources and intrepidity, had much to do with his + success. “You hold the castle, then, to be unassailable. Is its garrison + so powerful, or its position so strong?” + </p> + <p> + “The strength of its garrison, my Lord, is in its weakness; I doubt if + there are a score of men in the castle, but that is all the better, as + there are fewer mouths to feed in case of siege, and the Count has some + four years’ supplies in his vaults. The schloss is situated on a lofty, + unscalable rock that stands in the centre of a valley, as if it were a + fortress itself. Then the walls of the building are of unbelievable + height, with none of the round or square towers which castles usually + possess, but having in plenty conical turrets, steep roofs, and the like, + which give it the appearance of a fairy palace in a wide, enchanted + amphitheatre of green wooded hills, making the Schloss Eltz, all in all, a + most miraculous sight, such as a man may not behold in many years’ + travel.” + </p> + <p> + “In truth, Von Richenbach,” said the Archbishop, with a twinkle in his + eye, “we should have made you one of our scrivening monks rather than a + warrior, so marvellously do you describe the entrancing handiwork of our + beloved vassal, the Count von Eltz. Perhaps you think it pity to destroy + so fascinating a creation.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, my Lord. I have examined the castle well, and I think were I + entrusted with the commission I could reduce it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, now we have modesty indeed! You can take the stronghold where I + should fail.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not say that you would fail, my Lord. I said that twenty thousand + men marching up the valley would fail, unless they were content to sit + around the castle for four years or more.” + </p> + <p> + “Answered like a courtier, Heinrich. What, then, is your method of + attack?” + </p> + <p> + “On the height to the east, which is the nearest elevation to the castle, + a strong fortress might be built, that would in a measure command the + Schloss Eltz, although I fear the distance would be too great for any + catapult to fling stones within its courtyard. Still, we might thus have + complete power over the entrance to the schloss, and no more provender + could be taken in.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean, then, to wear Von Eltz out? That would be as slow a method as + besiegement.” + </p> + <p> + “To besiege would require an army, my Lord, and would have this + disadvantage, that, besides withdrawing from other use so many of your + men, rumour would spread abroad that the Count held you in check. The + building of a fortress on the height would merely be doing what the Count + has already done, and it could be well garrisoned by twoscore men at the + most, vigilant night and day to take advantage of any movement of fancied + security to force way into the castle. There need be no formal declaration + of hostilities, but a fortress built in all amicableness, to which the + Count could hardly object, as you would be but following his own example.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand. We build a house near his for neighbourliness. There is + indeed much in your plan that commends itself to me, but I confess a + liking for the underlying part of a scheme. Remains there anything else + which you have not unfolded to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Placing in command of the new fortress a stout warrior who was at the + same time a subtle man——” + </p> + <p> + “In other words, thyself, Heinrich—well, what then?” + </p> + <p> + “There is every chance that such a general may learn much of the castle + from one or other of its inmates. It might be possible that, through + neglect or inadvertence, the drawbridge would be left down some night and + the portcullis raised. In other words, the castle, impervious to direct + assault, may fall by strategy.” + </p> + <p> + “Excellent, excellent, my worthy warrior! I should dearly love to have + captain of mine pay such an informal visit to his estimable Countship. We + shall build the fortress you suggest, and call it Baldwineltz. You shall + be its commander, and I now bestow upon you Schloss Eltz, the only proviso + being that you are to enter into possession of it by whatever means you + choose to use.” + </p> + <p> + Thus the square, long castle of Baldwineltz came to be builded, and thus + Heinrich von Richenbach, brave, ingenious, and unscrupulous, was installed + captain of it, with twoscore men to keep him company, together with a + plentiful supply of gold to bribe whomsoever he thought worth suborning. + </p> + <p> + Time went on without much to show for its passing, and Heinrich began to + grow impatient, for his attempt at corrupting the garrison showed that + negotiations were not without their dangers. Stout Baumstein, captain of + the gate, was the man whom Heinrich most desired to purchase, for + Baumstein could lessen the discipline at the portal of Schloss Eltz + without attracting undue attention. But he was an irascible German, whose + strong right arm was readier than his tongue; and when Heinrich’s emissary + got speech with him, under a flag of truce, whispering that much gold + might be had for a casual raising of the portcullis and lowering of the + drawbridge, Baumstein at first could not understand his purport, for he + was somewhat thick in the skull; but when the meaning of the message at + last broke in upon him, he wasted no time in talk, but, raising his + ever-ready battle-axe, clove the Envoy to the midriff. The Count von Eltz + himself, coming on the scene at this moment, was amazed at the deed, and + sternly demanded of his gate-captain why he had violated the terms of a + parley. Baumstein’s slowness of speech came near to being the undoing of + him, for at first he merely said that such creatures as the messenger + should not be allowed to live and that an honest soldier was insulted by + holding converse with him; whereupon the Count, having nice notions, + picked up in polite countries, regarding the sacredness of a flag of + truce, was about to hang Baumstein, scant though the garrison was, and + even then it was but by chance that the true state of affairs became known + to the Count. He was on the point of sending back the body of the Envoy to + Von Richenbach with suitable apology for his destruction and offer of + recompense, stating that the assailant would be seen hanging outside the + gate, when Baumstein said that while he had no objection to being hanged + if it so pleased the Count, he begged to suggest that the gold which the + Envoy brought with him to bribe the garrison should be taken from the body + before it was returned, and divided equally among the guard at the gate. + As Baumstein said this, he was taking off his helmet and unbuckling his + corselet, thus freeing his neck for the greater convenience of the castle + hangman. When the Count learned that the stout stroke of the battle-axe + was caused by the proffer of a bribe for the betraying of the castle, he, + to the amazement of all present, begged the pardon of Baumstein; for such + a thing was never before known under the feudal law that a noble should + apologise to a common man, and Baumstein himself muttered that he wot not + what the world was coming to if a mighty Lord might not hang an underling + if it so pleased him, cause or no cause. + </p> + <p> + The Count commanded the body to be searched, and finding thereon some five + bags of gold, distributed the coin among his men, as a good commander + should, sending back the body to Von Richenbach, with a most polite + message to the effect that as the Archbishop evidently intended the money + to be given to the garrison, the Count had endeavoured to carry out his + Lordship’s wishes, as was the duty of an obedient vassal. But Heinrich, + instead of being pleased with the courtesy of the message, broke into + violent oaths, and spread abroad in the land the false saying that Count + von Eltz had violated a flag of truce. + </p> + <p> + But there was one man in the castle who did not enjoy a share of the gold, + because he was not a warrior, but a servant of the Countess. This was a + Spaniard named Rego, marvellously skilled in the concocting of various + dishes of pastry and other niceties such as high-born ladies have a + fondness for. Rego was disliked by the Count, and, in fact, by all the + stout Germans who formed the garrison, not only because it is the fashion + for men of one country justly to abhor those of another, foreigners being + in all lands regarded as benighted creatures whom we marvel that the Lord + allows to live when he might so easily have peopled the whole world with + men like unto ourselves; but, aside from this, Rego had a cat-like tread, + and a furtive eye that never met another honestly as an eye should. The + count, however, endured the presence of this Spaniard, because the + Countess admired his skill in confections, then unknown in Germany, and + thus Rego remained under her orders. + </p> + <p> + The Spaniard’s eye glittered when he saw the yellow lustre of the gold, + and his heart was bitter that he did not have a share of it. He soon + learned where it came from, and rightly surmised that there was more in + the same treasury, ready to be bestowed for similar service to that which + the unready Baumstein had so emphatically rejected; so Rego, watching his + opportunity, stole away secretly to Von Richenbach and offered his aid in + the capture of the castle, should suitable compensation be tendered him. + Heinrich questioned him closely regarding the interior arrangements of the + castle, and asked him if he could find any means of letting down the + drawbridge and raising the portcullis in the night. This, Rego said quite + truly, was impossible, as the guard at the gate, vigilant enough before, + had become much more so since the attempted bribery of the Captain. There + was, however, one way by which the castle might be entered, and that + entailed a most perilous adventure. There was a platform between two of + the lofty, steep roofs, so elevated that it gave a view over all the + valley. On this platform a sentinel was stationed night and day, whose + duty was that of outlook, like a man on the cross-trees of a ship. From + this platform a stair, narrow at the top, but widening as it descended to + the lower stories, gave access to the whole castle. If, then, a besieger + constructed a ladder of enormous length, it might be placed at night on + the narrow ledge of rock far below this platform, standing almost + perpendicular, and by this means man after man would be enabled to reach + the roof of the castle, and, under the guidance of Rego, gain admittance + to the lower rooms unsuspected. + </p> + <p> + “But the sentinel?” objected Von Richenbach. + </p> + <p> + “The sentinel I will myself slay. I will steal up behind him in the night + when you make your assault, and running my knife into his neck, fling him + over the castle wall; then I shall be ready to guide you down into the + courtyard.” + </p> + <p> + Von Richenbach, remembering the sheer precipice of rock at the foot of the + castle walls and the dizzy height of the castle roof above the rock, could + scarcely forbear a shudder at the thought of climbing so high on a shaky + ladder, even if such a ladder could be made, of which he had some doubts. + The scheme did not seem so feasible as the Spaniard appeared to imagine. + </p> + <p> + “Could you not let down a rope ladder from the platform when you had slain + the sentinel, and thus allow us to climb by that?” + </p> + <p> + “It would be impossible for me to construct and conceal a contrivance + strong enough to carry more than one man at a time, even if I had the + materials,” said the wily Spaniard, whose thoughtfulness and ingenuity + Heinrich could not but admire, while despising him as an oily foreigner. + “If you made the rope ladder there would be no method of getting it into + Schloss Eltz; besides, it would need to be double the length of a wooden + ladder, for you can place your ladder at the foot of the ledge, then climb + to the top of the rock, and, standing there, pull the ladder up, letting + the higher end scrape against the castle wall until the lower end stands + firm on the ledge of rock. Your whole troop could then climb, one + following another, so that there would be no delay.” + </p> + <p> + Thus it was arranged, and then began and was completed the construction of + the longest and most wonderful ladder ever made in Germany or anywhere + else, so far as history records. It was composed of numerous small + ladders, spliced and hooped with iron bands by the castle armourer. At a + second visit, which Rego paid to Baldwineltz when the ladder was + completed, all arrangements were made and the necessary signals agreed + upon. + </p> + <p> + It was the pious custom of those in the fortress of Baldwineltz to ring + the great bell on Saints’ days and other festivals that called for special + observance, because Von Richenbach conducted war on the strictest + principles, as a man knowing his duty both spiritual and temporal. It was + agreed that on the night of the assault, when it was necessary that Rego + should assassinate the sentinel, the great bell of the fortress should be + rung, whereupon the Spaniard was to hie himself up the stair and send the + watchman into another sphere of duty by means of his dagger. The + bell-ringing seems a perfectly justifiable device, and one that will be + approved by all conspirators, for the sounding of the bell, plainly heard + in Schloss Eltz, would cause no alarm, as it was wont to sound at + uncertain intervals, night and day, and was known to give tongue only + during moments allotted by the Church to devout thoughts. But the good + monk Ambrose, in setting down on parchment the chronicles of this time, + gives it as his opinion that no prosperity could have been expected in + thus suddenly changing the functions of the bell from sacred duty to the + furtherance of a secular object. Still, Ambrose was known to be a + sympathiser with the house of Eltz, and, aside from this, a monk in his + cell cannot be expected to take the same view of military necessity that + would commend itself to a warrior on a bastion; therefore, much as we may + admire Ambrose as an historian, we are not compelled to accept his + opinions on military ethics. + </p> + <p> + On the important night, which was of great darkness, made the more intense + by the black environment of densely-wooded hills which surrounded Schloss + Eltz, the swarthy Spaniard became almost pale with anxiety as he listened + for the solemn peal that was to be his signal. At last it tolled forth, + and he, with knife to hand in his girdle, crept softly along the narrow + halls to his fatal task. The interior of Schloss Eltz is full of intricate + passages, unexpected turnings, here a few steps up, there a few steps + down, for all the world like a maze, in which even one knowing the castle + might well go astray. At one of the turnings Rego came suddenly upon the + Countess, who screamed at sight of him, and then recognising him said, + half laughing, half crying, being a nervous woman: + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Rego, thank heaven it is you! I am so distraught with the doleful + ringing of that bell that I am frightened at the sound of my own + footsteps. Why rings it so, Rego?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis some Church festival, my Lady, which they, fighting for the + Archbishop, are more familiar with than I,” answered the trembling + Spaniard, as frightened as the lady herself at the unexpected meeting. But + the Countess was a most religious woman, well skilled in the observances + of her Church, and she replied: + </p> + <p> + “No, Rego. There is no cause for its dolorous music, and to-night there + seems to me something ominous and menacing in its tone, as if disaster + impended.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be the birthday of the Archbishop, my Lady, or of the Pope + himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Our Holy Father was born in May, and the Archbishop in November. Ah, I + would that this horrid strife were done with! But our safety lies in + Heaven, and if our duty be accomplished here on earth, we should have + naught to fear; yet I tremble as if great danger lay before me. Come, + Rego, to the chapel, and light the candles at the altar.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess passed him, and for one fateful moment Rego’s hand hovered + over his dagger, thinking to strike the lady dead at his feet; but the + risk was too great, for there might at any time pass along the corridor + one of the servants, who would instantly raise the alarm and bring + disaster upon him. He dare not disobey. So grinding his teeth in impotent + rage and fear, he followed his mistress to the chapel, and, as quickly as + he could, lit one candle after another, until the usual number burned + before the sacred image. The Countess was upon her knees as he tried to + steal softly from the room. “Nay, Rego,” she said, raising her bended + head, “light them all to-night. Hearken! That raven bell has ceased even + as you lighted the last candle.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess, as has been said was a devout lady, and there stood an + unusual number of candles before the altar, several of which burned + constantly, but only on notable occasions were all the candles lighted. As + Rego hesitated, not knowing what to do in this crisis, the lady repeated: + “Light <i>all</i> the candles to-night, Rego.” + </p> + <p> + “You said yourself, my Lady,” murmured the agonised man, cold sweat + breaking out on his forehead, “that this was not a Saint’s day.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless, Rego,” persisted the Countess, surprised that even a + favourite servant should thus attempt to thwart her will, “I ask you to + light each candle. Do so at once.” + </p> + <p> + She bowed her head as one who had spoken the final word, and again her + fate trembled in the balance; but Rego heard the footsteps of the Count + entering the gallery above him, that ran across the end of the chapel, and + he at once resumed the lighting of the candles, making less speed in his + eagerness than if he had gone about his task with more care. + </p> + <p> + The monk Ambrose draws a moral from this episode, which is sufficiently + obvious when after-events have confirmed it, but which we need not here + pause to consider, when an episode of the most thrilling nature is going + forward on the lofty platform on the roof of Eltz Castle. + </p> + <p> + The sentinel paced back and forward within his narrow limit, listening to + the depressing and monotonous tolling of the bell and cursing it, for the + platform was a lonely place and the night of inky darkness. At last the + bell ceased, and he stood resting on his long pike, enjoying the + stillness, and peering into the blackness surrounding him, when suddenly + he became aware of a grating, rasping sound below, as if some one were + attempting to climb the precipitous beetling cliff of castle wall and + slipping against the stones. His heart stood still with fear, for he knew + it could be nothing human. An instant later something appeared over the + parapet that could be seen only because it was blacker than the distant + dark sky against which it was outlined. It rose and rose until the + sentinel saw it was the top of a ladder, which was even more amazing than + if the fiend himself had scrambled over the stone coping, for we know the + devil can go anywhere, while a ladder cannot. But the soldier was a + common-sense man, and, dark as was the night, he knew that, tall as such a + ladder must be, there seemed a likelihood that human power was pushing it + upward. He touched it with his hands and convinced himself that there was + nothing supernatural about it. The ladder rose inch by inch, slowly, for + it must have been no easy task for even twoscore men to raise it thus with + ropes or other devices, especially when the bottom of it neared the top of + the ledge. The soldier knew he should at once give the alarm: but he was + the second traitor in the stronghold, corrupted by the sight of the + glittering gold he had shared, and only prevented from selling himself + because the rigours of military rule did not give him opportunity of going + to Baldwineltz as the less exacting civilian duties had allowed the + Spaniard to do and thus market his ware. So the sentry made no outcry, but + silently prepared a method by which he could negotiate with advantage to + himself when the first head appeared above the parapet. He fixed the point + of his lance against a round of the ladder, and when the leading warrior, + who was none other than Heinrich von Richenbach, himself came slowly and + cautiously to the top of the wall, the sentinel, exerting all his + strength, pushed the lance outward, and the top of the ladder with it, + until it stood nearly perpendicular some two yards back from the wall. + </p> + <p> + “In God’s name, what are you about? Is that you, Rego?” + </p> + <p> + The soldier replied, calmly: + </p> + <p> + “Order your men not to move, and do not move yourself, until I have some + converse with you. Have no fear if you are prepared to accept my terms; + otherwise you will have ample time to say your prayers before you reach + the ground, for the distance is great.” + </p> + <p> + Von Richenbach, who now leaned over the top round, suspended thus between + heaven and earth, grasped the lance with both hands, so that the ladder + might not be thrust beyond the perpendicular. In quivering voice he passed + down the word that no man was to shift foot or hand until he had made + bargain with the sentinel who held them in such extreme peril. + </p> + <p> + “What terms do you propose to me, soldier?” he asked, breathlessly. + </p> + <p> + “I will conduct you down to the courtyard, and when you have surprised and + taken the castle you will grant me safe conduct and give me five bags of + gold equal in weight to those offered to our captain.” + </p> + <p> + “All that will I do and double the treasure. Faithfully and truly do I + promise it.” + </p> + <p> + “You pledge me your knightly word, and swear also by the holy coat of + Treves?” + </p> + <p> + “I pledge and swear. And pray you be careful; incline the ladder yet a + little more toward the wall.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust to your honour,” said the traitor, for traitors love to prate of + honour, “and will now admit you to the castle; but until we are in the + courtyard there must be silence.” + </p> + <p> + “Incline the ladder gently, for it is so weighted that if it come suddenly + against the wall, it may break in the middle.” + </p> + <p> + At this supreme moment, as the sentinel was preparing to bring them + cautiously to the wall, when all was deep silence, there crept swiftly and + noiselessly through the trap-door the belated Spaniard. His catlike eyes + beheld the shadowy form of the sentinel bending apparently over the + parapet, but they showed him nothing beyond. With the speed and + precipitation of a springing panther, the Spaniard leaped forward and + drove his dagger deep into the neck of his comrade, who, with a gurgling + cry, plunged headlong forward, and down the precipice, thrusting his lance + as he fell. The Spaniard’s dagger went with the doomed sentinel, sticking + fast in his throat, and its presence there passed a fatal noose around the + neck of Rego later, for they wrongly thought the false sentinel had saved + the castle and that the Spaniard had murdered a faithful watchman. + </p> + <p> + Rego leaned panting over the stone coping, listening for the thud of the + body. Then was he frozen with horror when the still night air was split + with the most appalling shriek of combined human voice in an agony of fear + that ever tortured the ear of man. The shriek ended in a terrorising crash + far below, and silence again filled the valley. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + “GENTLEMEN: THE KING!” + </h2> + <p> + The room was large, but with a low ceiling, and at one end of the lengthy, + broad apartment stood a gigantic fireplace, in which was heaped a pile of + blazing logs, whose light, rather than that of several lanterns hanging + from nails along the timbered walls, illuminated the faces of the twenty + men who sat within. Heavy timbers, blackened with age and smoke, formed + the ceiling. The long, low, diamond-paned window in the middle of the wall + opposite the door, had been shuttered as completely as possible, but less + care than usual was taken to prevent the light from penetrating into the + darkness beyond, for the night was a stormy and tempestuous one, the rain + lashing wildly against the hunting châlet, which, in its time, had seen + many a merry hunting party gathered under its ample roof. + </p> + <p> + Every now and then a blast of wind shook the wooden edifice from garret to + foundation, causing a puff of smoke to come down the chimney, and the + white ashes to scatter in little whirlwinds over the hearth. On the + opposite side from the shuttered window was the door, heavily barred. A + long, oaken table occupied the centre of the room, and round this in + groups, seated and standing, were a score of men, all with swords at their + sides; bearing, many of them, that air of careless hauteur which is + supposed to be a characteristic of noble birth. + </p> + <p> + Flagons were scattered upon the table, and a barrel of wine stood in a + corner of the room farthest from the fireplace, but it was evident that + this was no ordinary drinking party, and that the assemblage was brought + about by some high purport, of a nature so serious that it stamped anxiety + on every brow. No servants were present, and each man who wished a fresh + flagon of wine had to take his measure to the barrel in the corner and + fill for himself. + </p> + <p> + The hunting châlet stood in a wilderness, near the confines of the kingdom + of Alluria, twelve leagues from the capital, and was the property of Count + Staumn, whose tall, gaunt form stood erect at the head of the table as he + silently listened to the discussion which every moment was becoming more + and more heated, the principal speaking parts being taken by the + obstinate, rough-spoken Baron Brunfels, on the one hand, and the crafty, + fox-like ex-Chancellor Steinmetz on the other. + </p> + <p> + “I tell you,” thundered Baron Brunfels, bringing his fist down on the + table, “I will not have the King killed. Such a proposal goes beyond what + was intended when we banded ourselves together. The King is a fool, so let + him escape like a fool. I am a conspirator, but not an assassin.” + </p> + <p> + “It is justice rather than assassination,” said the ex-Chancellor suavely, + as if his tones were oil and the Baron’s boisterous talk were troubled + waters. + </p> + <p> + “Justice!” cried the Baron, with great contempt. “You have learned that + cant word in the Cabinet of the King himself, before he thrust you out. He + eternally prates of justice, yet, much as I loathe him, I have no wish to + compass his death, either directly or through gabbling of justice.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you permit me to point out the reason that induces me to believe his + continued exemption, and State policy, will not run together?” replied the + advocate of the King’s death. “If Rudolph escape, he will take up his + abode in a neighbouring territory, and there will inevitably follow plots + and counter-plots for his restoration—thus Alluria will be kept in a + state of constant turmoil. There will doubtless grow up within the kingdom + itself a party sworn to his restoration. We shall thus be involved in + difficulties at home and abroad, and all for what? Merely to save the life + of a man who is an enemy to each of us. We place thousands of lives in + jeopardy, render our own positions insecure, bring continual disquiet upon + the State, when all might be avoided by the slitting of one throat, even + though that throat belong to the King.” + </p> + <p> + It was evident that the lawyer’s persuasive tone brought many to his side, + and the conspirators seemed about evenly divided upon the question of life + or death to the King. The Baron was about to break out again with some + strenuousness in favour of his own view of the matter, when Count Staumn + made a proposition that was eagerly accepted by all save Brunfels himself. + </p> + <p> + “Argument,” said Count Staumn, “is ever the enemy of good comradeship. Let + us settle the point at once and finally, with the dice-box. Baron + Brunfels, you are too seasoned a gambler to object to such a mode of + terminating a discussion. Steinmetz, the law, of which you are so + distinguished a representative, is often compared to a lottery, so you + cannot look with disfavour upon a method that is conclusive, and as + reasonably fair as the average decision of a judge. Let us throw, + therefore, for the life of the King. I, as chairman of this meeting, will + be umpire. Single throws, and the highest number wins. Baron Brunfels, you + will act for the King, and, if you win, may bestow upon the monarch his + life. Chancellor Steinmetz stands for the State. If he wins, then is the + King’s life forfeit. Gentlemen, are you agreed?” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed, agreed,” cried the conspirators, with practically unanimous + voice. + </p> + <p> + Baron Brunfels grumbled somewhat, but when the dice-horn was brought, and + he heard the rattle of the bones within the leathern cylinder, the light + of a gambler’s love shone in his eyes, and he made no further protest. + </p> + <p> + The ex-Chancellor took the dice-box in his hand, and was about to shake, + when there came suddenly upon them three stout raps against the door, + given apparently with the hilt of a sword. Many not already standing, + started to their feet, and nearly all looked one upon another with deep + dismay in their glances. The full company of conspirators was present; + exactly a score of men knew of the rendezvous, and now the twenty-first + man outside was beating the oaken panels. The knocking was repeated, but + now accompanied by the words: + </p> + <p> + “Open, I beg of you.” + </p> + <p> + Count Staumn left the table and, stealthily as a cat, approached the door. + </p> + <p> + “Who is there?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “A wayfarer, weary and wet, who seeks shelter from the storm.” + </p> + <p> + “My house is already filled,” spoke up the Count. “I have no room for + another.” + </p> + <p> + “Open the door peacefully,” cried the outlander, “and do not put me to the + necessity of forcing it.” + </p> + <p> + There was a ring of decision in the voice which sent quick pallor to more + than one cheek. Ex-Chancellor Steinmetz rose to his feet with chattering + teeth, and terror in his eyes; he seemed to recognise the tones of the + invisible speaker. Count Staumn looked over his shoulder at the assemblage + with an expression that plainly said: “What am I to do?” + </p> + <p> + “In the fiend’s name,” hissed Baron Brunfels, taking the precaution, + however, to speak scarce above his breath, “if you are so frightened when + it comes to a knock at the door, what will it be when the real knocks are + upon you. Open, Count, and let the insistent stranger in. Whether he leave + the place alive or no, there are twenty men here to answer.” + </p> + <p> + The Count undid the fastenings and threw back the door. There entered a + tall man completely enveloped in a dark cloak that was dripping wet. Drawn + over his eyes was a hunter’s hat of felt, with a drooping bedraggled + feather on it. + </p> + <p> + The door was immediately closed and barred behind him, and the stranger, + pausing a moment when confronted by so many inquiring eyes, flung off his + cloak, throwing it over the back of a chair; then he removed his hat with + a sweep, sending the raindrops flying. The intriguants gazed at him, + speechless, with varying emotions. They saw before them His Majesty, + Rudolph, King of Alluria. + </p> + <p> + If the King had any suspicion of his danger, he gave no token of it. On + his smooth, lofty forehead there was no trace of frown, and no sign of + fear. His was a manly figure, rather over, than under, six feet in height; + not slim and gaunt, like Count Staumn, nor yet stout to excess, like Baron + Brunfels. The finger of Time had touched with frost the hair at his + temples, and there were threads of white in his pointed beard, but his + sweeping moustache was still as black as the night from which he came. + </p> + <p> + His frank, clear, honest eyes swept the company, resting momentarily on + each, then he said in a firm voice, without the suspicion of a tremor in + it: “Gentlemen, I give you good evening, and although the hospitality of + Count Staumn has needed spurring, I lay that not up against him, because I + am well aware his apparent reluctance arose through the unexpectedness of + my visit; and, if the Count will act as cup-bearer, we will drown all + remembrance of a barred door in a flagon of wine, for, to tell truth, + gentlemen, I have ridden hard in order to have the pleasure of drinking + with you.” + </p> + <p> + As the King spoke these ominous words, he cast a glance of piercing + intensity upon the company, and more than one quailed under it. He strode + to the fireplace, spurs jingling as he went, and stood with his back to + the fire, spreading out his hands to the blaze. Count Staumn left the + bolted door, took an empty flagon from the shelf, filled it at the barrel + in the corner, and, with a low bow, presented the brimming measure to the + King. + </p> + <p> + Rudolph held aloft his beaker of Burgundy, and, as he did so, spoke in a + loud voice that rang to the beams of the ceiling: + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, I give you a suitable toast. May none here gathered encounter + a more pitiless storm than that which is raging without!” + </p> + <p> + With this he drank off the wine, and, inclining his head slightly to the + Count, returned the flagon. No one, save the King, had spoken since he + entered. Every word he had uttered seemed charged with double meaning and + brought to the suspicious minds of his hearers visions of a trysting place + surrounded by troops, and the King standing there, playing with them, as a + tiger plays with its victims. His easy confidence appalled them. + </p> + <p> + When first he came in, several who were seated remained so, but one by one + they rose to their feet, with the exception of Baron Brunfels, although + he, when the King gave the toast, also stood. It was clear enough their + glances of fear were not directed towards the King, but towards Baron + Brunfels. Several pairs of eyes beseeched him in silent supplication, but + the Baron met none of these glances, for his gaze was fixed upon the King. + </p> + <p> + Every man present knew the Baron to be reckless of consequences; frankly + outspoken, thoroughly a man of the sword, and a despiser of diplomacy. + They feared that at any moment he might blurt out the purport of the + meeting, and more than one was thankful for the crafty ex-Chancellor’s + planning, who throughout had insisted there should be no documentary + evidence of their designs, either in their houses or on their persons. + Some startling rumour must have reached the King’s ear to bring him thus + unexpectedly upon them. + </p> + <p> + The anxiety of all was that some one should persuade the King they were + merely a storm-besieged hunting party. They trembled in anticipation of + Brunfels’ open candor, and dreaded the revealing of the real cause of + their conference. There was now no chance to warn the Baron; a man who + spoke his mind; who never looked an inch beyond his nose, even though his + head should roll off in consequence, and if a man does not value his own + head, how can he be expected to care for the heads of his neighbours? + </p> + <p> + “I ask you to be seated,” said the King, with a wave of the hand. + </p> + <p> + Now, what should that stubborn fool of a Baron do but remain standing, + when all but Rudolph and himself had seated themselves, thus drawing His + Majesty’s attention directly towards him, and making a colloquy between + them well-nigh inevitable. Those next the ex-Chancellor were nudging him, + in God’s name, to stand also, and open whatever discussion there must + ensue between themselves and His Majesty, so that it might be smoothly + carried on, but the Chancellor was ashen grey with fear, and his hand + trembled on the table. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord of Brunfels,” said the King, a smile hovering about his lips, “I + see that I have interrupted you at your old pleasure of dicing; while + requesting you to continue your game as though I had not joined you, may I + venture to hope the stakes you play for are not high?” + </p> + <p> + Every one held his breath, awaiting with deepest concern the reply of the + frowning Baron, and when it came growling forth, there was little in it to + ease their disquiet. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” said Baron Brunfels, “the stakes are the highest that a + gambler may play for.” + </p> + <p> + “You tempt me, Baron, to guess that the hazard is a man’s soul, but I see + that your adversary is my worthy ex-Chancellor, and as I should hesitate + to impute to him the character of the devil, I am led, therefore, to the + conclusion that you play for a human life. Whose life is in the cast, my + Lord of Brunfels?” + </p> + <p> + Before the Baron could reply, ex-Chancellor Steinmetz arose, with some + indecision, to his feet. He began in a trembling voice: + </p> + <p> + “I beg your gracious permission to explain the reason of our gathering—” + </p> + <p> + “Herr Steinmetz,” cried the King sternly, “when I desire your interference + I shall call for it; and remember this, Herr Steinmetz; the man who begins + a game must play it to the end, even though he finds luck running against + him.” + </p> + <p> + The ex-Chancellor sat down again, and drew his hand across his damp + forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” spoke up the Baron, a ring of defiance in his voice, “I + speak not for my comrades, but for myself. I begin no game that I fear to + finish. We were about dice in order to discover whether Your Majesty + should live or die.” + </p> + <p> + A simultaneous moan seemed to rise from the assembled traitors. The smile + returned to the King’s lips. + </p> + <p> + “Baron,” he said, “I have ever chided myself for loving you, for you were + always a bad example to weak and impressionable natures. Even when your + overbearing, obstinate intolerance compelled me to dismiss you from the + command of my army, I could not but admire your sturdy honesty. Had I been + able to graft your love of truth upon some of my councillors, what a + valuable group of advisers might I have gathered round me. But we have had + enough of comedy and now tragedy sets in. Those who are traitors to their + ruler must not be surprised if a double traitor is one of their number. + Why am I here? Why do two hundred mounted and armed men surround this + doomed châlet? Miserable wretches, what have you to say that judgment be + not instantly passed upon you?” + </p> + <p> + “I have this to say,” roared Baron Brunfels, drawing his sword, “that + whatever may befall this assemblage, you, at least, shall not live to + boast of it.” + </p> + <p> + The King stood unmoved as Baron Brunfels was about to rush upon him, but + Count Staumn and others threw themselves between the Baron and his victim, + seeing in the King’s words some intimation of mercy to be held out to + them, could but actual assault upon his person be prevented. + </p> + <p> + “My Lord of Brunfels,” said the King, calmly, “sheath your sword. Your + ancestors have often drawn it, but always for, and never against the + occupant of the Throne. Now, gentlemen, hear my decision, and abide + faithfully by it. Seat yourselves at the table, ten on each side, the + dice-box between you. You shall not be disappointed, but shall play out + the game of life and death. Each dices with his opposite. He who throws + the higher number escapes. He who throws the lower places his weapons on + the empty chair, and stands against yonder wall to be executed for the + traitor that he is. Thus half of your company shall live, and the other + half seek death with such courage as may be granted them. Do you agree, or + shall I give the signal?” + </p> + <p> + With unanimous voice they agreed, all excepting Baron Brunfels, who spoke + not. + </p> + <p> + “Come, Baron, you and my devoted ex-Chancellor were about to play when I + came in. Begin the game.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” replied the Baron nonchalantly. “Steinmetz, the dice-box is + near your hand: throw.” + </p> + <p> + Some one placed the cubes in the leathern cup and handed it to the + ex-Chancellor, whose shivering fingers relieved him of the necessity of + shaking the box. The dice rolled out on the table; a three, a four, and a + one. Those nearest reported the total. + </p> + <p> + “Eight!” cried the King. “Now, Baron.” + </p> + <p> + Baron Brunfels carelessly threw the dice into their receptacle, and a + moment after the spotted bones clattered on the table. + </p> + <p> + “Three sixes!” cried the Baron. “Lord, if I only had such luck when I + played for money!” + </p> + <p> + The ex-Chancellor’s eyes were starting from his head, wild with fear. + </p> + <p> + “We have three throws,” he screamed. + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” said the King. + </p> + <p> + “I swear I understood that we were to have three chances,” shrieked + Steinmetz, springing from his chair. “But it is all illegal, and not to be + borne. I will not have my life diced away to please either King or + commons.” + </p> + <p> + He drew his sword and placed himself in an attitude of defence. + </p> + <p> + “Seize him; disarm him, and bind him,” commanded the King. “There are + enough gentlemen in this company to see that the rules of the game are + adhered to.” + </p> + <p> + Steinmetz, struggling and pleading for mercy, was speedily overpowered and + bound; then his captors placed him against the wall, and resumed their + seats at the table. The next man to be doomed was Count Staumn. The Count + arose from his chair, bowed first to the King and then to the assembled + company; drew forth his sword, broke it over his knee, and walked to the + wall of the condemned. + </p> + <p> + The remainder of the fearful contest was carried on in silence, but with + great celerity, and before a quarter of an hour was past, ten men had + their backs to the wall, while the remaining ten were seated at the table, + some on one side, and some on the other. + </p> + <p> + The men ranged against the wall were downcast, for however bravely a + soldier may meet death in hostile encounter, it is a different matter to + face it bound and helpless at the hands of an executioner. + </p> + <p> + A shade of sadness seemed to overspread the countenance of the King, who + still occupied the position he had taken at the first, with his back + towards the fire. + </p> + <p> + Baron Brunfels shifted uneasily in his seat, and glanced now and then with + compassion at his sentenced comrades. He was first to break the silence. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” he said, “I am always loath to see a coward die. The + whimpering of your former Chancellor annoys me; therefore, will I gladly + take his place, and give to him the life and liberty you perhaps design + for me, if, in exchange, I have the privilege of speaking my mind + regarding you and your precious Kingship.” + </p> + <p> + “Unbind the valiant Steinmetz,” said the King. “Speak your mind freely, + Baron Brunfels.” + </p> + <p> + The Baron rose, drew sword from scabbard, and placed it on the table. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty, backed by brute force,” he began, “has condemned to death + ten of your subjects. You have branded us as traitors, and such we are, + and so find no fault with your sentence; merely recognising that you + represent, for the time being, the upper hand. You have reminded me that + my ancestors fought for yours, and that they never turned their swords + against their sovereign. Why, then, have our blades been pointed towards + your breast? Because, King Rudolph, you are yourself a traitor. You belong + to the ruling class and have turned your back upon your order. You, a + King, have made yourself a brother to the demagogue at the street corner; + yearning for the cheap applause of the serf. You have shorn nobility of + its privileges, and for what?” + </p> + <p> + “And for what?” echoed the King with rising voice. “For this; that the + ploughman on the plain may reap what he has sown; that the shepherd on the + hillside may enjoy the increase which comes to his flock; that taxation + may be light; that my nobles shall deal honestly with the people, and not + use their position for thievery and depredation; that those whom the State + honours by appointing to positions of trust shall content themselves with + the recompense lawfully given, and refrain from peculation; that peace and + security shall rest on the land; and that bloodthirsty swashbucklers shall + not go up and down inciting the people to carnage and rapine under the + name of patriotism. This is the task I set myself when I came to the + Throne. What fault have you to find with the programme, my Lord Baron?” + </p> + <p> + “The simple fault that it is the programme of a fool,” replied the Baron + calmly. “In following it you have gained the resentment of your nobles, + and have not even received the thanks of those pitiable hinds, the + ploughman in the valley or the shepherd on the hills. You have + impoverished us so that the clowns may have a few more coins with which to + muddle in drink their already stupid brains. You are hated in cot and + castle alike. You would not stand in your place for a moment, were not an + army behind you. Being a fool, you think the common people love honesty, + whereas, they only curse that they have not a share in the thieving.” + </p> + <p> + “The people,” said the King soberly, “have been misled. Their ear has been + abused by calumny and falsehood. Had it been possible for me personally to + explain to them the good that must ultimately accrue to a land where + honesty rules, I am confident I would have had their undivided support, + even though my nobles deserted me.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, Your Majesty; they would listen to you and cheer you, but when + the next orator came among them, promising to divide the moon, and give a + share to each, they would gather round his banner and hoot you from the + kingdom. What care they for rectitude of government? They see no farther + than the shining florin that glitters on their palm. When your nobles were + rich, they came to their castles among the people, and scattered their + gold with a lavish hand. Little recked the peasants how it was got, so + long as they shared it. ‘There,’ they said, ‘the coin comes to us that we + have not worked for.’ + </p> + <p> + “But now, with castles deserted, and retainers dismissed, the people have + to sweat to wring from traders the reluctant silver, and they cry: ‘Thus + it was not in times of old, and this King is the cause of it,’ and so they + spit upon your name, and shrug their shoulders, when your honesty is + mentioned. And now, Rudolph of Alluria, I have done, and I go the more + jauntily to my death that I have had fair speech with you before the end.” + </p> + <p> + The King looked at the company, his eyes veiled with moisture. “I + thought,” he said slowly, “until to-night, that I had possessed some + qualities at least of a ruler of men. I came here alone among you, and + although there are brave men in this assembly, yet I had the ordering of + events as I chose to order them, notwithstanding that odds stood a score + to one against me. I still venture to think that whatever failures have + attended my eight years’ rule in Alluria arose from faults of my own, and + not through imperfections in the plan, or want of appreciation in the + people. + </p> + <p> + “I have now to inform you that if it is disastrous for a King to act + without the co-operation of his nobles, it is equally disastrous for them + to plot against their leader. I beg to acquaint you with the fact that the + insurrection so carefully prepared has broken out prematurely. My capital + is in possession of the factions, who are industriously cutting each + other’s throats to settle which one of two smooth-tongued rascals shall be + their President. While you were dicing to settle the fate of an already + deposed King, and I was sentencing you to a mythical death, we were all + alike being involved in common ruin. + </p> + <p> + “I have seen to-night more property in flames than all my savings during + the last eight years would pay for. I have no horsemen at my back, and + have stumbled here blindly, a much bedraggled fugitive, having lost my way + in every sense of the phrase. And so I beg of the hospitality of Count + Staumn another flagon of wine, and either a place of shelter for my + patient horse, who has been left too long in the storm without, or else + direction towards the frontier, whereupon my horse and I will set out to + find it.” + </p> + <p> + “Not towards the frontier!” cried Baron Brunfels, grasping again his sword + and holding it aloft, “but towards the capital. We will surround you, and + hew for you a way through that fickle mob back to the throne of your + ancestors.” + </p> + <p> + Each man sprang to his weapon and brandished it above his head, while a + ringing cheer echoed to the timbered ceiling. + </p> + <p> + “The King! The King!” they cried. + </p> + <p> + Rudolph smiled and shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” he said. “I leave a thankless throne with a joy I find it + impossible to express. As I sat on horseback, half-way up the hill above + the burning city, and heard the clash of arms, I was filled with amazement + to think that men would actually fight for the position of ruler of the + people. Whether the insurrection has brought freedom to themselves or not, + the future alone can tell, but it has at least brought freedom to me. I + now belong to myself. No man may question either my motives or my acts. + Gentlemen, drink with me to the new President of Alluria, whoever he may + be.” + </p> + <p> + But the King drank alone, none other raising flagon to lip. Then Baron + Brunfels cried aloud: + </p> + <p> + “<i>Gentlemen: the King!</i>” + </p> + <p> + And never in the history of Alluria was a toast so heartily honoured. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE HOUR-GLASS + </h2> + <p> + Bertram Eastford had intended to pass the shop of his old friend, the + curiosity dealer, into whose pockets so much of his money had gone for + trinkets gathered from all quarters of the globe. He knew it was weakness + on his part, to select that street when he might have taken another, but + he thought it would do no harm to treat himself to one glance at the + seductive window of the old curiosity shop, where the dealer was in the + habit of displaying his latest acquisitions. The window was never quite + the same, and it had a continued fascination for Bertram Eastford; but + this time, he said to himself resolutely, he would not enter, having, as + he assured himself, the strength of mind to forego this temptation. + However, he reckoned without his window, for in it there was an old object + newly displayed which caught his attention as effectually as a half-driven + nail arrests the hem of a cloak. On the central shelf of the window stood + an hour-glass, its framework of some wood as black as ebony. He stood + gazing at it for a moment, then turned to the door and went inside, + greeting the ancient shopman, whom he knew so well. + </p> + <p> + “I want to look at the hour-glass you have in the window,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes,” replied the curiosity dealer; “the cheap watch has driven the + hour-glass out of the commercial market, and we rarely pick up a thing + like that nowadays.” He took the hour-glass from the shelf in the window, + reversed it, and placed it on a table. The ruddy sand began to pour + through into the lower receptacle in a thin, constant stream, as if it + were blood that had been dried and powdered. Eastford watched the + ever-increasing heap at the bottom, rising conically, changing its shape + every moment, as little avalanches of the sand fell away from its + heightening sides. + </p> + <p> + “There is no need for you to extol its antiquity,” said Eastford, with a + smile. “I knew the moment I looked at it that such glasses are rare, and + you are not going to find me a cheapening customer.” + </p> + <p> + “So far from over-praising it,” protested the shopman, “I was about to + call your attention to a defect. It is useless as a measurer of time.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t record the exact hour, then?” asked Eastford. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I suppose the truth is, they were not very particular in the old + days, and time was not money, as it is now. It measures the hour with + great accuracy,” the curio dealer went on—“that is, if you watch it; + but, strangely enough, after it has run for half an hour, or thereabouts, + it stops, because of some defect in the neck of the glass, or in the + pulverising of the sand, and will not go again until the glass is shaken.” + </p> + <p> + The hour-glass at that moment verified what the old man said. The tiny + stream of sand suddenly ceased, but resumed its flow the moment its owner + jarred the frame, and continued pouring without further interruption. + </p> + <p> + “That is very singular,” said Eastford. “How do you account for it?” + </p> + <p> + “I imagine it is caused by some inequality in the grains of sand; probably + a few atoms larger than the others come together at the neck, and so stop + the percolation. It always does this, and, of course, I cannot remedy the + matter because the glass is hermetically sealed.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don’t want it as a timekeeper, so we will not allow that defect + to interfere with the sale. How much do you ask for it?” + </p> + <p> + The dealer named his price, and Eastford paid the amount. + </p> + <p> + “I shall send it to you this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said the customer, taking his leave. + </p> + <p> + That night in his room Bertram Eastford wrote busily until a late hour. + When his work was concluded, he pushed away his manuscript with a sigh of + that deep contentment which comes to a man who has not wasted his day. He + replenished the open fire, drew his most comfortable arm-chair in front of + it, took the green shade from his lamp, thus filling the luxurious + apartment with a light that was reflected from armour and from ancient + weapons standing in corners and hung along the walls. He lifted the + paper-covered package, cut the string that bound it, and placed the + ancient hour-glass on his table, watching the thin stream of sand which + his action had set running. The constant, unceasing, steady downfall + seemed to hypnotise him. Its descent was as silent as the footsteps of + time itself. Suddenly it stopped, as it had done in the shop, and its + abrupt ceasing jarred on his tingling nerves like an unexpected break in + the stillness. He could almost imagine an unseen hand clasping the thin + cylinder of the glass and throttling it. He shook the bygone time-measurer + and breathed again more steadily when the sand resumed its motion. + Presently he took the glass from the table and examined it with some + attention. + </p> + <p> + He thought at first its frame was ebony, but further inspection convinced + him it was oak, blackened with age. On one round end was carved rudely two + hearts overlapping, and twined about them a pair of serpents. + </p> + <p> + “Now, I wonder what that’s for?” murmured Eastford to himself. “An attempt + at a coat of arms, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + There was no clue to the meaning of the hieroglyphics, and Eastford, with + the glass balanced on his knee, watched the sand still running, the + crimson thread sparkling in the lamplight. He fancied he saw distorted + reflections of faces in the convex glass, although his reason told him + they were but caricatures of his own. The great bell in the tower near by, + with slow solemnity, tolled twelve. He counted its measured strokes one by + one, and then was startled by a decisive knock at his door. One section of + his brain considered this visit untimely, another looked on it as + perfectly usual, and while the two were arguing the matter out, he heard + his own voice cry: “Come in.” + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and the discussion between the government and the + opposition in his mind ceased to consider the untimeliness of the visit, + for here, in the visitor himself, stood another problem. He was a young + man in military costume, his uniform being that of an officer. Eastford + remembered seeing something like it on the stage, and knowing little of + military affairs, thought perhaps the costume of the visitor before him + indicated an officer in the Napoleonic war. + </p> + <p> + “Good evening!” said the incomer. “May I introduce myself? I am Lieutenant + Sentore, of the regular army.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very welcome,” returned his host. “Will you be seated?” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, no. I have but a few moments to stay. I have come for my + hour-glass, if you will be good enough to let me have it.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Your</i> hour-glass?” ejaculated Eastford, in surprise. “I think you + labour under a misapprehension. The glass belongs to me; I bought it + to-day at the old curiosity shop in Finchmore Street.” + </p> + <p> + “Rightful possession of the glass would appear to rest with you, + technically; but taking you to be a gentleman, I venture to believe that a + mere statement of my priority of claim will appeal to you, even though it + might have no effect on the minds of a jury of our countrymen.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean to say that the glass has been stolen from you and has been + sold?” + </p> + <p> + “It has been sold undoubtedly over and over again, but never stolen, so + far as I have been able to trace its history.” + </p> + <p> + “If, then, the glass has been honestly purchased by its different owners, + I fail to see how you can possibly establish any claim to it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have already admitted that my claim is moral rather than legal,” + continued the visitor. “It is a long story; have I your permission to tell + it?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be delighted to listen,” replied Eastford, “but before doing so I + beg to renew my invitation, and ask you to occupy this easy-chair before + the fire.” + </p> + <p> + The officer bowed in silence, crossed the room behind Eastford, and sat + down in the arm-chair, placing his sword across his knees. The stranger + spread his hands before the fire, and seemed to enjoy the comforting + warmth. He remained for a few moments buried in deep reflection, quite + ignoring the presence of his host, who, glancing upon the hour-glass in + dispute upon his knees, seeing that the sands had all run out silently + reversed it and set them flowing again. This action caught the corner of + the stranger’s eye, and brought him to a realisation of why he was there. + Drawing a heavy sigh, he began his story. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “In the year 1706 I held the post of lieutenant in that part of the + British Army commanded by General Trelawny, the supreme command, of + course, being in the hands of the great Marlborough.” + </p> + <p> + Eastford listened to this announcement with a feeling that there was + something wrong about the statement. The man sitting there was calmly + talking of a time one hundred and ninety-two years past, and yet he + himself could not be a day more than twenty-five years old. Somewhere + entangled in this were the elements of absurdity. Eastford found himself + unable to unravel them, but the more he thought of the matter, the more + reasonable it began to appear, and so, hoping his visitor had not noted + the look of surprise on his face, he said, quietly, casting his mind back + over the history of England, and remembering what he had learned at + school:— + </p> + <p> + “That was during the war of the Spanish Succession?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes: the war had then been in progress four years, and many brilliant + victories had been won, the greatest of which was probably the Battle of + Blenheim.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite so,” murmured Eastford. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “It was the English,” Casper cried, + “That put the French to rout; + “But what they killed each other for, + “I never could make out.” + </pre> + <p> + The officer looked up in astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “I never heard anything like that said about the war. The reason for it + was perfectly plain. We had to fight or acknowledge France to be the + dictator of Europe. Still, politics have nothing to do with my story. + General Trelawny and his forces were in Brabant, and were under orders to + join the Duke of Marlborough’s army. We were to go through the country as + speedily as possible, for a great battle was expected. Trelawny’s + instructions were to capture certain towns and cities that lay in our way, + to dismantle the fortresses, and to parole their garrisons. We could not + encumber ourselves with prisoners, and so marched the garrisons out, + paroled them, destroyed their arms, and bade them disperse. But, great as + was our hurry, strict orders had been given to leave no strongholds in our + rear untaken. + </p> + <p> + “Everything went well until we came to the town of Elsengore, which we + captured without the loss of a man. The capture of the town, however, was + of little avail, for in the centre of it stood a strong citadel, which we + tried to take by assault, but could not. General Trelawny, a very + irascible, hotheaded man, but, on the whole, a just and capable officer, + impatient at this unexpected delay, offered the garrison almost any terms + they desired to evacuate the castle. But, having had warning of our + coming, they had provisioned the place, were well supplied with + ammunition, and their commander refused to make terms with General + Trelawny. + </p> + <p> + “‘If you want the place,’ said the Frenchman, ‘come and take it.’ + </p> + <p> + “General Trelawny, angered at this contemptuous treatment, flung his men + again and again at the citadel, but without making the slightest + impression on it. + </p> + <p> + “We were in no wise prepared for a long siege, nor had we expected + stubborn resistance. Marching quickly, as was our custom heretofore, we + possessed no heavy artillery, and so were at a disadvantage when attacking + a fortress as strong as that of Elsengore. Meanwhile, General Trelawny + sent mounted messengers by different roads to his chief giving an account + of what had happened, explaining his delay in joining the main army, and + asking for definite instructions. He expected that one or two, at least, + of the mounted messengers sent away would reach his chief and be enabled + to return. And that is exactly what happened, for one day a dusty horseman + came to General Trelawny’s headquarters with a brief note from + Marlborough. The Commander-in-Chief said:— + </p> + <p> + “‘I think the Frenchman’s advice is good. We want the place; therefore, + take it.’ + </p> + <p> + “But he sent no heavy artillery to aid us in this task, for he could not + spare his big guns, expecting, as he did, an important battle. General + Trelawny having his work thus cut out for him, settled down to accomplish + it as best he might. He quartered officers and men in various parts of the + town, the more thoroughly to keep watch on the citizens, of whose good + intentions, if the siege were prolonged, we were by no means sure. + </p> + <p> + “It fell to my lot to be lodged in the house of Burgomaster Seidelmier, of + whose conduct I have no reason to complain, for he treated me well. I was + given two rooms, one a large, low apartment on the first floor, and + communicating directly with the outside, by means of a hall and a separate + stairway. The room was lighted by a long, many-paned window, leaded and + filled with diamond-shaped glass. Beyond this large drawing-room was my + bedroom. I must say that I enjoyed my stay in Burgomaster Seidelmier’s + house none the less because he had an only daughter, a most charming girl. + Our acquaintance ripened into deep friendship, and afterwards into——but + that has nothing to do with what I have to tell you. My story is of war, + and not of love. Gretlich Seidelmier presented me with the hour-glass you + have in your hand, and on it I carved the joined hearts entwined with our + similar initials.” + </p> + <p> + “So they are initials, are they?” said Eastford, glancing down at what he + had mistaken for twining serpents. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the officer; “I was more accustomed to a sword than to an + etching tool, and the letters are but rudely drawn. One evening, after + dark, Gretlich and I were whispering together in the hall, when we heard + the heavy tread of the general coming up the stair. The girl fled + precipitately, and I, holding open the door, waited the approach of my + chief. He entered and curtly asked me to close the door. + </p> + <p> + “‘Lieutenant,’ he said, ‘it is my intention to capture the citadel + to-night. Get together twenty-five of your men, and have them ready under + the shadow of this house, but give no one a hint of what you intend to do + with them. In one hour’s time leave this place with your men as quietly as + possible, and make an attack on the western entrance of the citadel. Your + attack is to be but a feint and to draw off their forces to that point. + Still, if any of your men succeed in gaining entrance to the fort they + shall not lack reward and promotion. Have you a watch?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Not one that will go, general; but I have an hourglass here.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Very well, set it running. Collect your men, and exactly at the hour + lead them to the west front; it is but five minutes’ quick march from + here. An hour and five minutes from this moment I expect you to begin the + attack, and the instant you are before the western gate make as much noise + as your twenty-five men are capable of, so as to lead the enemy to believe + that the attack is a serious one.’ + </p> + <p> + “Saying this, the general turned and made his way, heavy-footed, through + the hall and down the stairway. + </p> + <p> + “I set the hour-glass running, and went at once to call my men, stationing + them where I had been ordered to place them. I returned to have a word + with Gretlich before I departed on what I knew was a dangerous mission. + Glancing at the hour-glass, I saw that not more than a quarter of the sand + had run down during my absence. I remained in the doorway, where I could + keep an eye on the hour-glass, while the girl stood leaning her arm + against the angle of the dark passageway, supporting her fair cheek on her + open palm; and, standing thus in the darkness, she talked to me in + whispers. We talked and talked, engaged in that sweet, endless + conversation that murmurs in subdued tone round the world, being + duplicated that moment at who knows how many places. Absorbed as I was in + listening, at last there crept into my consciousness the fact that the + sand in the upper bulb was not diminishing as fast as it should. This + knowledge was fully in my mind for some time before I realised its fearful + significance. Suddenly the dim knowledge took on actuality. I sprang from + the door-lintel, saying:— + </p> + <p> + “‘Good heavens, the sand in the hour-glass has stopped running!’ + </p> + <p> + “I remained there motionless, all action struck from my rigid limbs, + gazing at the hour-glass on the table. + </p> + <p> + “Gretlich, peering in at the doorway, looking at the hour-glass and not at + me, having no suspicion of the ruin involved in the stoppage of that + miniature sandstorm, said, presently:— + </p> + <p> + “‘Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you it does that now and then, and so you must + shake the glass.’ + </p> + <p> + “She bent forward as if to do this when the leaden windows shuddered, and + the house itself trembled with the sharp crash of our light cannon, + followed almost immediately by the deeper detonation of the heavier guns + from the citadel. The red sand in the glass began to fall again, and its + liberation seemed to unfetter my paralysed limbs. Bareheaded as I was, I + rushed like one frantic along the passage and down the stairs. The air was + resonant with the quick-following reports of the cannon, and the long, + narrow street was fitfully lit up as if by sudden flashes of summer + lightning. My men were still standing where I had placed them. Giving a + sharp word of command, I marched them down the street and out into the + square, where I met General Trelawny coming back from his futile assault. + Like myself, he was bareheaded. His military countenance was begrimed with + powder-smoke, but he spoke to me with no trace of anger in his voice. + </p> + <p> + “‘Lieutenant Sentore,’ he said, ‘disperse your men.’ + </p> + <p> + “I gave the word to disband my men, and then stood at attention before + him. + </p> + <p> + “‘Lieutenant Sentore,’ he said, in the same level voice, ‘return to your + quarters and consider yourself under arrest. Await my coming there.’ + </p> + <p> + “I turned and obeyed his orders. It seemed incredible that the sand should + still be running in the hour-glass, for ages appeared to have passed over + my head since last I was in that room. I paced up and down, awaiting the + coming of my chief, feeling neither fear nor regret, but rather dumb + despair. In a few minutes his heavy tread was on the stair, followed by + the measured tramp of a file of men. He came into the room, and with him + were a sergeant and four soldiers, fully armed. The general was trembling + with rage, but held strong control over himself, as was his habit on + serious occasions. + </p> + <p> + “‘Lieutenant Sentore,’ he said, ‘why were you not at your post?” + </p> + <p> + “‘The running sand in the hour-glass’ (I hardly recognised my own voice on + hearing it) ‘stopped when but half exhausted. I did not notice its + interruption until it was too late.’ + </p> + <p> + “The general glanced grimly at the hour-glass. The last sands were falling + through to the lower bulb. I saw that he did not believe my explanation. + </p> + <p> + “‘It seems now to be in perfect working order,’ he said, at last. + </p> + <p> + “He strode up to it and reversed it, watching the sand pour for a few + moments, then he spoke abruptly:— + </p> + <p> + “‘Lieutenant Sentore, your sword.’ + </p> + <p> + “I handed my weapon to him without a word. Turning to the sergeant, he + said: ‘Lieutenant Sentore is sentenced to death. He has an hour for + whatever preparations he cares to make. Allow him to dispose of that hour + as he chooses, so long as he remains within this room and holds converse + with no one whatever. When the last sands of this hour-glass are run, + Lieutenant Sentore will stand at the other end of this room and meet the + death merited by traitors, laggards, or cowards. Do you understand your + duty, sergeant?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Yes, general.’ + </p> + <p> + “General Trelawny abruptly left the room, and we heard his heavy steps + echoing throughout the silent house, and later, more faintly on the + cobble-stones of the street. When they had died away a deep stillness set + in, I standing alone at one end of the room, my eyes fixed on the + hour-glass, and the sergeant with his four men, like statues at the other, + also gazing at the same sinister object. The sergeant was the first to + break the silence. + </p> + <p> + “‘Lieutenant,’ he said, ‘do you wish to write anything——?’ + </p> + <p> + “He stopped short, being an unready man, rarely venturing far beyond ‘Yes’ + and ‘No.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I should like to communicate with one in this household,’ I said, ‘but + the general has forbidden it, so all I ask is that you shall have my body + conveyed from this room as speedily as possible after the execution.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Very good, lieutenant,’ answered the sergeant. + </p> + <p> + “After that, for a long time no word was spoken. I watched my life run + redly through the wasp waist of the transparent glass, then suddenly the + sand ceased to flow, half in the upper bulb, half in the lower. + </p> + <p> + “‘It has stopped,’ said the sergeant; ‘I must shake the glass.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Stand where you are!’ I commanded, sharply. ‘Your orders do not run to + that.’ + </p> + <p> + “The habit of obedience rooted the sergeant to the spot. + </p> + <p> + “‘Send one of your men to General Trelawny,’ I said, as if I had still the + right to be obeyed. ‘Tell him what has happened, and ask for instructions. + Let your man tread lightly as he leaves the room.’ + </p> + <p> + “The sergeant did not hesitate a moment, but gave the order I required of + him. The soldier nearest the door tip-toed out of the house. As we all + stood there the silence seeming the deeper because of the stopping of the + sand, we heard the hour toll in the nearest steeple. The sergeant was + visibly perturbed, and finally he said:— + </p> + <p> + “‘Lieutenant, I must obey the general’s orders. An hour has passed since + he left here, for that clock struck as he was going down the stair. + Soldiers, make ready. <i>Present</i>.’ + </p> + <p> + “The men, like impassive machines levelled their muskets at my breast. I + held up my hand. + </p> + <p> + “‘Sergeant,’ I said as calmly as I could, ‘you are now about to exceed + your instructions. Give another command at your peril. The exact words of + the general were, ‘When the last sands of this hour-glass are run.’ I call + your attention to the fact that the conditions are not fulfilled. Half of + the sand remains in the upper bulb.’ + </p> + <p> + “The sergeant scratched his head in perplexity, but he had no desire to + kill me, and was only actuated by a soldier’s wish to adhere strictly to + the letter of his instructions, be the victim friend or foe. After a few + moments he muttered, ‘It is true,’ then gave a command that put his men + into their former position. + </p> + <p> + “Probably more than half an hour passed, during which time no man moved; + the sergeant and his three remaining soldiers seemed afraid to breathe; + then we heard the step of the general himself on the stair. I feared that + this would give the needed impetus to the sand in the glass, but, when + Trelawny entered, the <i>status quo</i> remained. The general stood + looking at the suspended sand, without speaking. + </p> + <p> + “’ That is what happened before, general, and that is why I was not at my + place. I have committed the crime of neglect, and have thus deservedly + earned my death; but I shall die the happier if my general believes I am + neither a traitor nor a coward.’ + </p> + <p> + “The general, still without a word, advanced to the table, slightly shook + the hour-glass, and the sand began to pour again. Then he picked the glass + up in his hand, examining it minutely, as if it were some strange kind of + toy, turning it over and over. He glanced up at me and said, quite in his + usual tone, as if nothing in particular had come between us:— + </p> + <p> + “‘Remarkable thing that, Sentore, isn’t it?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Very,’ I answered, grimly. + </p> + <p> + “He put the glass down. + </p> + <p> + “‘Sergeant, take your men to quarters. Lieutenant Sentore, I return to you + your sword; you can perhaps make better use of it alive than dead; I am + not a man to be disobeyed, reason or no reason. Remember that, and now go + to bed.’ + </p> + <p> + “He left me without further word, and buckling on my sword, I proceeded + straightway to disobey again. + </p> + <p> + “I had a great liking for General Trelawny. Knowing how he fumed and raged + at being thus held helpless by an apparently impregnable fortress in the + unimportant town of Elsengore, I had myself studied the citadel from all + points, and had come to the conclusion that it might be successfully + attempted, not by the great gates that opened on the square of the town, + nor by the inferior west gates, but by scaling the seemingly unclimbable + cliffs at the north side. The wall at the top of this precipice was low, + and owing to the height of the beetling cliff, was inefficiently watched + by one lone sentinel, who paced the battlements from corner tower to + corner tower. I had made my plans, intending to ask the general’s + permission to risk this venture, but now I resolved to try it without his + knowledge or consent, and thus retrieve, if I could, my failure of the + foregoing part of the night. + </p> + <p> + “Taking with me a long, thin rope which I had in my room, anticipating + such a trial for it, I roused five of my picked men, and silently we made + our way to the foot of the northern cliff. Here, with the rope around my + waist, I worked my way diagonally up along a cleft in the rock, which, + like others parallel to it, marked the face of the precipice. A slip would + be fatal. The loosening of a stone would give warning to the sentinel, + whose slow steps I heard on the wall above me, but at last I reached a + narrow ledge without accident, and standing up in the darkness, my chin + was level with the top of the wall on which the sentry paced. The shelf + between the bottom of the wall and the top of the cliff was perhaps three + feet in width, and gave ample room for a man careful of his footing. Aided + by the rope, the others, less expert climbers than myself, made their way + to my side one by one, and the six of us stood on the ledge under the low + wall. We were all in our stockinged feet, some of the men, in fact, not + even having stockings on. As the sentinel passed, we crouching in the + darkness under the wall, the most agile of our party sprang up behind him. + The soldier had taken off his jacket, and tip-toeing behind the sentinel, + he threw the garment over his head, tightening it with a twist that almost + strangled the man. Then seizing his gun so that it would not clatter on + the stones, held him thus helpless while we five climbed up beside him. + Feeling under the jacket, I put my right hand firmly on the sentinel’s + throat, and nearly choking the breath out of him, said:— + </p> + <p> + “‘Your life depends on your actions now. Will you utter a sound if I let + go your throat?’ + </p> + <p> + “The man shook his head vehemently, and I released my clutch. + </p> + <p> + “‘Now,’ I said to him, ‘where is the powder stored? Answer in a whisper, + and speak truly.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘The bulk of the powder,’ he answered, ‘is in the vault below the + citadel.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Where is the rest of it?’ I whispered. + </p> + <p> + “‘In the lower room of the round tower by the gate.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Nonsense,’ I said: ‘they would never store it in a place so liable to + attack.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘There was nowhere else to put it,’ replied the sentinel, ‘unless they + left it in the open courtyard, which would be quite as unsafe.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Is the door to the lower room in the tower bolted?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘There is no door,’ replied the sentry, ‘but a low archway. This archway + has not been closed, because no cannon-balls ever come from the northern + side.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘How much powder is there in this room?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I do not know; nine or ten barrels, I think.’ + </p> + <p> + “It was evident to me that the fellow, in his fear, spoke the truth. Now, + the question was, how to get down from the wall into the courtyard and + across that to the archway at the southern side? Cautioning the sentinel + again, that if he made the slightest attempt to escape or give the alarm, + instant death would be meted to him, I told him to guide us to the + archway, which he did, down the stone steps that led from the northern + wall into the courtyard. They seemed to keep loose watch inside, the only + sentinels in the place being those on the upper walls. But the man we had + captured not appearing at his corner in time, his comrade on the western + side became alarmed, spoke to him, and obtaining no answer, shouted for + him, then discharged his gun. Instantly the place was in an uproar. Lights + flashed, and from different guard-rooms soldiers poured out. I saw across + the courtyard the archway the sentinel had spoken of, and calling my men + made a dash for it. The besieged garrison, not expecting an enemy within, + had been rushing up the stone steps at each side to the outer wall to man + the cannon they had so recently quitted, and it was some minutes before a + knowledge of the real state of things came to them. These few minutes were + all we needed, but I saw there was no chance for a slow match, while if we + fired the mine we probably would die under the tottering tower. + </p> + <p> + “By the time we reached the archway and discovered the powder barrels, the + besieged, finding everything silent outside, came to a realisation of the + true condition of affairs. We faced them with bayonets fixed, while Sept, + the man who had captured the sentinel, took the hatchet he had brought + with him at his girdle, flung over one of the barrels on its side, knocked + in the head of it, allowing the dull black powder to pour on the + cobblestones. Then filling his hat with the explosive, he came out towards + us, leaving a thick trail behind him. By this time we were sorely beset, + and one of our men had gone down under the fire of the enemy, who shot + wildly, being baffled by the darkness, otherwise all of us had been + slaughtered. I seized a musket from a comrade and shouted to the rest:— + </p> + <p> + “‘Save yourselves’, and to the garrison, in French, I gave the same + warning; then I fired the musket into the train of powder, and the next + instant found myself half stunned and bleeding at the farther end of the + courtyard. The roar of the explosion and the crash of the falling tower + were deafening. All Elsengore was groused by the earthquake shock, I + called to my men when I could find my voice, and Sept answered from one + side, and two more from another. Together we tottered across the <i>débris</i>-strewn + courtyard. Some woodwork inside the citadel had taken fire and was burning + fiercely, and this lit up the ruins and made visible the great gap in the + wall at the fallen gate. Into the square below we saw the whole town + pouring, soldiers and civilians alike coming from the narrow streets into + the open quadrangle. I made my way, leaning on Sept, over the broken gate + and down the causeway into the square, and there, foremost of all, met my + general, with a cloak thrown round him, to make up for his want of coat. + </p> + <p> + “‘There, general,’ I gasped, ‘there is your citadel, and through this gap + can we march to meet Marlborough.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Pray, sir, who the deuce are you?’ cried the general, for my face was + like that of a blackamoor. + </p> + <p> + “‘I am the lieutenant who has once more disobeyed your orders, general, in + the hope of retrieving a former mistake.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Sentore!’ he cried, rapping out an oath. ‘I shall have you + court-martialled, sir.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I think, general,’ I said, ‘that I am court-martialled already,’ for I + thought then that the hand of death was upon me, which shows the effect of + imagination, for my wounds were not serious, yet I sank down unconscious + at the general’s feet. He raised me in his arms as if I had been his own + son, and thus carried me to my rooms. Seven years later, when the war + ended, I got leave of absence and came back to Elsengore for Gretlich + Seidelmier and the hour-glass.” + </p> + <p> + As the lieutenant ceased speaking, Eastford thought he heard again the + explosion under the tower, and started to his feet in nervous alarm, then + looked at the lieutenant and laughed, while he said:— + </p> + <p> + “Lieutenant, I was startled by that noise just now, and imagined for the + moment that I was in Brabant. You have made good your claim to the + hour-glass, and you are welcome to it.” + </p> + <p> + But as Eastford spoke, he turned his eyes towards the chair in which the + lieutenant had been seated, and found it vacant. Gazing round the room, in + half somnolent dismay, he saw that he was indeed alone. At his feet was + the shattered hour-glass, which had fallen from his knee, its blood-red + sand mingling with the colours on the carpet. Eastford said, with an air + of surprise:— + </p> + <p> + “By Jove!” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE WARRIOR MAID OF SAN CARLOS + </h2> + <p> + The young naval officer came into this world with two eyes and two arms; + he left it with but one of each—nevertheless the remaining eye was + ever quick to see, and the remaining arm ever strong to seize. Even his + blind eye became useful on one historic occasion. But the loss of eye or + arm was as nothing to the continual loss of his heart, which often led him + far afield in the finding of it. Vanquished when he met the women; + invincible when he met the men; in truth, a most human hero, and so we all + love Jack—the we, in this instant, as the old joke has it, embracing + the women. + </p> + <p> + In the year 1780 Britain ordered Colonel Polson to invade Nicaragua. The + task imposed on the gallant Colonel was not an onerous one, for the + Nicaraguans never cared to secure for themselves the military reputation + of Sparta. In fact, some years after this, a single American, Walker, with + a few Californian rifles under his command, conquered the whole nation and + made himself President of it, and perhaps would have been Dictator of + Nicaragua to-day if his own country had not laid him by the heels. It is + no violation of history to state that the entire British fleet was not + engaged in subduing Nicaragua, and that Colonel Polson felt himself amply + provided for the necessities of the crisis by sailing into the harbour of + San Juan del Norte with one small ship. There were numerous fortifications + at the mouth of the river, and in about an hour after landing, the Colonel + was in possession of them all. + </p> + <p> + The flight of time, brief as it was, could not be compared in celerity + with the flight of the Nicaraguans, who betook themselves to the backwoods + with an impetuosity seldom seen outside of a race-course. There was no + loss of life so far as the British were concerned, and the only casualties + resulting to the Nicaraguans were colds caught through the overheating of + themselves in their feverish desire to explore immediately the interior of + their beloved country. “He who bolts and runs away will live to bolt + another day,” was the motto of the Nicaraguans. So far, so good, or so + bad, as the case may be. + </p> + <p> + The victorious Colonel now got together a flotilla of some half a score of + boats, and the flotilla was placed under the command of the young naval + officer, the hero of this story. The expedition proceeded cautiously up + the river San Juan, which runs for eighty miles, or thereabouts, from Lake + Nicaragua to the salt water. The voyage was a sort of marine picnic. + Luxurious vegetation on either side, and no opposition to speak of, even + from the current of the river; for Lake Nicaragua itself is but a hundred + and twenty feet above the sea level, and a hundred and twenty feet gives + little rapidity to a river eighty miles long. + </p> + <p> + As the flotilla approached the entrance to the lake caution increased, for + it was not known how strong Fort San Carlos might prove. This fort, + perhaps the only one in the country strongly built, stood at once on the + shore of the lake and bank of the stream. There was one chance in a + thousand that the speedy retreat of the Nicaraguans had been merely a + device to lure the British into the centre of the country, where the + little expedition of two hundred sailors and marines might be annihilated. + In these circumstances Colonel Poison thought it well, before coming in + sight of the fort, to draw up his boats along the northern bank of the San + Juan River, sending out scouts to bring in necessary information regarding + the stronghold. + </p> + <p> + The young naval officer all through his life was noted for his energetic + and reckless courage, so it was not to be wondered at that the age of + twenty-two found him impatient with the delay, loth to lie inactive in his + boat until the scouts returned; so he resolved upon an action that would + have justly brought a court-martial upon his head had a knowledge of it + come to his superior officer. He plunged alone into the tropical thicket, + armed only with two pistols and a cutlass, determined to force his way + through the rank vegetation along the bank of the river, and reconnoitre + Fort San Carlos for himself. If he had given any thought to the matter, + which it is more than likely he did not, he must have known that he ran + every risk of capture and death, for the native of South America, then as + now, has rarely shown any hesitation about shooting prisoners of war. Our + young friend, therefore, had slight chance for his life if cut off from + his comrades, and, in the circumstances, even a civilised nation would + have been perfectly within its right in executing him as a spy. + </p> + <p> + After leaving the lake the river San Juan bends south, and then north + again. The scouts had taken the direct route to the fort across the land, + but the young officer’s theory was that, if the Nicaraguans meant to + fight, they would place an ambush in the dense jungle along the river, and + from this place of concealment harass the flotilla before it got within + gunshot of the fort. This ambuscade could easily fall back upon the fort + if directly attacked and defeated. This, the young man argued was what he + himself would have done had he been in command of the Nicaraguan forces, + so it naturally occurred to him to discover whether the same idea had + suggested itself to the commandant at San Carlos. + </p> + <p> + Expecting every moment to come upon this ambuscade, the boy proceeded, + pistol in hand, with the utmost care, crouching under the luxuriant + tropical foliage, tunnelling his way, as one might say, along the dark + alleys of vegetation, roofed in by the broad leaves overhead. Through + cross-alleys he caught glimpses now and then of the broad river, of which + he was desirous to keep within touch. Stealthily crossing one of these + riverward alleys the young fellow came upon his ambuscade, and was struck + motionless with amazement at the form it took. Silhouetted against the + shining water beyond was a young girl. She knelt at the very verge of the + low, crumbling cliff above the water; her left hand, outspread, was on the + ground, her right rested against the rough trunk of a palm-tree, and + counter-balanced the weight of her body, which leaned far forward over the + brink. Her face was turned sideways towards him, and her lustrous eyes + peered intently down the river at the British flotilla stranded along the + river’s bank. So intent was her gaze, so confident was she that she was + alone, that the leopard-like approach of her enemy gave her no hint of + attack. Her perfect profile being towards him, he saw her cherry-red lips + move silently as if she were counting the boats and impressing their + number upon her memory. + </p> + <p> + A woman in appearance, she was at this date but sixteen years old, and the + breathless young man who stood like a statue regarding her thought he had + never seen a vision of such entrancing beauty, and, as I have before + intimated, he was a judge of feminine loveliness. Pulling himself + together, and drawing a deep but silent breath, he went forward with soft + tread, and the next instant there was a grip of steel on the wrist of the + young girl that rested on the earth. With a cry of dismay she sprang to + her feet and confronted her assailant, nearly toppling over the brink as + she did so; but he grasped her firmly, and drew her a step or two up the + arcade. As he held her left wrist there was in the air the flash of a + stiletto, and the naval officer’s distinguished career would have ended on + that spot had he not been a little quicker than his fair opponent. His + disengaged hand gripped the descending wrist and held her powerless. + </p> + <p> + “Ruffian!” she hissed, in Spanish. + </p> + <p> + The young man had a workable knowledge of the language, and he thanked his + stars now that it was so. He smiled at her futile struggles to free + herself, then said:— + </p> + <p> + “When they gave me my commission, I had no hope that I should meet so + charming an enemy. Drop the knife, señorita, and I will release your + hand.” + </p> + <p> + The girl did not comply at first. She tried to wrench herself free, + pulling this way and that with more strength than might have been expected + from one so slight. But finding herself helpless in those rigid bonds, she + slowly relaxed the fingers of her right hand, and let the dagger drop + point downward into the loose soil, where it stood and quivered. + </p> + <p> + “Now let me go,” she said, panting. “You promised.” + </p> + <p> + The young man relinquished his hold, and the girl, with the quick movement + of a humming-bird, dived into the foliage, and would have disappeared, had + he not with equal celerity intercepted her, again imprisoning her wrist. + </p> + <p> + “You liar!” she cried, her magnificent eyes ablaze with anger. “Faithless + minion of a faithless race, you promised to let me go.” + </p> + <p> + “And I kept my promise,” said the young man, still with a smile. “I said I + would release your hand, and I did so; but as for yourself, that is a + different matter. You see, señorita, to speak plainly, you are a spy. I + have caught you almost within our lines, counting our boats, and, perhaps, + our men. There is war between our countries, and I arrest you as a spy.” + </p> + <p> + “A brave country, yours,” she cried, “to war upon women!” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the young man, with a laugh, “what are we to do? The men + won’t stay and fight us.” + </p> + <p> + She gave him a dark, indignant glance at this, which but heightened her + swarthy beauty. + </p> + <p> + “And what are you,” she said, “but a spy?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet,” he replied. “If you had found me peering at the fort, then, + perhaps, I should be compelled to plead guilty. But as it is, you are the + only spy here at present, señorita. Do you know what the fate of a spy + is?” + </p> + <p> + The girl stood there for a few moments, her face downcast, the living + gyves still encircling her wrists. When she looked up it was with a smile + so radiant that the young man gasped for breath, and his heart beat faster + than ever it had done in warfare. + </p> + <p> + “But you will not give me up?” she murmured, softly. + </p> + <p> + “Then would I be in truth a faithless minion,” cried the young man, + fervently; “not, indeed, to my country, but to your fascinating sex, which + I never adored so much as now.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean that you would be faithless to your country, but not to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the young man, with some natural hesitation, “I shouldn’t + care to have to choose between my allegiance to one or the other. England + can survive without warring upon women, as you have said; so I hope that + if we talk the matter amicably over, we may find that my duty need not + clash with my inclination.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid that is impossible,” she answered, quickly. “I hate your + country.” + </p> + <p> + “But not the individual members of it, I hope.” + </p> + <p> + “I know nothing of its individual members, nor do I wish to, as you shall + soon see, if you will but let go my wrist.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, señorita,” exclaimed the young man, “you are using an argument now + that will make me hold you forever.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case,” said the girl, “I shall change my argument, and give + instead a promise. If you release me I shall not endeavour to escape—I + may even be so bold as to expect your escort to the fort, where, if I + understand you aright, you were but just now going.” + </p> + <p> + “I accept your promise, and shall be delighted if you will accept my + escort. Meanwhile, in the interest of our better acquaintance, can I + persuade you to sit down, and allow me to cast myself at your feet?” + </p> + <p> + The girl, with a clear, mellow laugh, sat down, and the young man reclined + in the position he had indicated, gazing up at her with intense admiration + in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “If this be war,” he said to himself, “long may I remain a soldier.” + Infatuated as he certainly was, his natural alertness could not but notice + that her glance wandered to the stiletto, the perpendicular shining blade + of which looked like the crest of a glittering, dangerous serpent, whose + body was hidden in the leaves. She had seated herself as close to the + weapon as possible, and now, on one pretext or another, edged nearer and + nearer to it. At last the young man laughed aloud, and, sweeping his foot + round, knocked down the weapon, then indolently stretching out his arm, he + took it. + </p> + <p> + “Señorita,” he said, examining its keen edge, “will you give me this + dagger as a memento of our meeting?” + </p> + <p> + “It is unlucky,” she murmured, “to make presents of stilettos.” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” said the young man, glancing up at her with a smile on his + lips, “it will be more lucky for me if I place it here in my belt than if + I allow it to reach the possession of another.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you intend to steal it, señor?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no. If you refuse to let me have it, I will give it back to you when + our interview ends; but I should be glad to possess it, if you allow me to + keep it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is unlucky, as I have said; to make a present of it, but I will + exchange. If you will give me one of your loaded pistols, you may have the + stiletto.” + </p> + <p> + “A fair exchange,” he laughed, but he made no motion to fulfil his part to + the barter. “May I have the happiness of knowing your name, señorita?” he + asked. + </p> + <p> + “I am called Donna Rafaela Mora,” answered the girl, simply. “I am + daughter of the Commandant of Fort San Carlos. I am no Nicaraguan, but a + Spaniard And, señor, what is your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Horatio Nelson, an humble captain in His Majesty’s naval forces, to be + heard from later, I hope, unless Donna Rafaela cuts short my thread of + life with her stiletto.” + </p> + <p> + “And does a captain in His Majesty’s forces condescend to play the part of + a spy?” asked the girl, proudly. + </p> + <p> + “He is delighted to do so when it brings him the acquaintance of another + spy so charming as Donna Rafaela. My spying, and I imagine yours also, is + but amateurish, and will probably be of little value to our respective + forces. Our real spies are now gathered round your fort, and will bring to + us all the information we need. Thus, I can recline at your feet, Donna + Rafaela, with an easy conscience, well aware that my failure as a spy will + in no way retard our expedition.” + </p> + <p> + “How many men do you command, Señor Captain?” asked the girl, with + ill-concealed eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, sometimes twenty-five, sometimes fifty, or a hundred or two hundred, + or more, as the case may be,” answered the young man, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + “But how many are there in your expedition now?” + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t you count them, Donna? To answer truly, I must not, to answer + falsely, I will not, Donna.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” asked the girl, impetuously. “There is no such secrecy about our + forces; we do not care who knows the number in our garrison.” + </p> + <p> + “No? Then how many are there, Donna?” + </p> + <p> + “Three hundred and forty,” answered the girl. + </p> + <p> + “Men, or young ladies like yourself, Donna? Be careful how you answer, for + if the latter, I warn you that nothing will keep the British out of Fort + San Carlos. We shall be with you, even if we have to go as prisoners. In + saying this, I feel that I am speaking for our entire company.” + </p> + <p> + The girl tossed her head scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “There are three hundred and forty men,” she said, “as you shall find to + your cost, if you dare attack the fort.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case,” replied Nelson, “you are nearly two to one, and I venture + to think that we have not come up the river for nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “What braggarts you English are!” + </p> + <p> + “Is it bragging to welcome a stirring fight? Are you well provided with + cannon?” + </p> + <p> + “You will learn that for yourself when you come within sight of the fort. + Have you any more questions to ask, Señor Sailor?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; one. The number in the fort, which you give, corresponds with what I + have already heard. I have heard also that you were well supplied with + cannon, but I have been told that you have no cannonballs in Fort San + Carlos.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not true; we have plenty. + </p> + <p> + “Incredible as it may seem, I was told that the cannon-balls were made of + clay. When I said you had none, I meant that you had none of iron.” + </p> + <p> + “That also is quite true,” answered the girl. “Do you mean to say that you + are going to shoot baked clay at us? It will be like heaving bricks,” and + the young man threw back his head and laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you may laugh,” cried the girl, “but I doubt if you will be so merry + when you come to attack the fort. The clay cannon-balls were made under + the superintendence of my father, and they are filled with links of chain, + spikes, and other scraps of iron.” + </p> + <p> + “By Jove!” cried young Nelson, “that’s an original idea. I wonder how it + will work?” + </p> + <p> + “You will have every opportunity of finding out, if you are foolish enough + to attack the fort.” + </p> + <p> + “You advise us then to retreat?” + </p> + <p> + “I most certainly do.” + </p> + <p> + “And why, Donna, if you hate our country, are you so anxious that we shall + not be cut to pieces by your scrap-iron?” + </p> + <p> + The girl shrugged her pretty shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t matter in the least to me what you do,” she said, rising to + her feet. “Am I your prisoner, Señor Nelson?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” cried the young man, also springing up; “I am yours, and have been + ever since you looked at me.” + </p> + <p> + Again the girl shrugged her shoulders. She seemed to be in no humour for + light compliments, and betrayed an eagerness to be gone. + </p> + <p> + “I have your permission, then, to depart? Do you intend to keep your + word?” + </p> + <p> + “If you will keep yours, Donna.” + </p> + <p> + “I gave you no promise, except that I would not run away, and I have not + done so. I now ask your permission to depart.” + </p> + <p> + “You said that I might accompany you to the fort.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, if you have the courage, yes,” replied the girl, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + They walked on together through the dense alleys of vegetation, and + finally came to an opening which showed them a sandy plain, and across it + the strong white stone walls of the fort, facing the wide river, and + behind it the blue background of Lake Nicaragua. + </p> + <p> + Not a human form was visible either on the walls or on the plain. Fort San + Carlos, in spite of the fact that it bristled with cannon, seemed like an + abandoned castle. The two stood silent for a moment at the margin of the + jungle, the young officer running his eye rapidly over the landscape, + always bringing back his gaze to the seemingly deserted stronghold. + </p> + <p> + “Your three hundred and forty men keep themselves well hidden,” he said at + last. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied the girl, nonchalantly, “they fear that if they show + themselves you may hesitate to attack a fortress that is impregnable.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you may disabuse their minds of that error when you return.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to keep my stiletto?” asked the girl, suddenly changing the + subject. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, with your permission.” + </p> + <p> + “Then keep your word, and give me your pistol in return.” + </p> + <p> + “Did I actually promise it?” + </p> + <p> + “You promised, Señor.” + </p> + <p> + “Then in that case, the pistol is yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Please hand it to me.” + </p> + <p> + Her eagerness to obtain the weapon was but partially hidden, and the young + man laughed as he weighed the fire-arm in his hand, holding it by the + muzzle. + </p> + <p> + “It is too heavy for a slim girl like you to handle,” he said, at last. + “It can hardly be called a lady’s toy.” + </p> + <p> + “You intend, then, to break your word,” said the girl, with quick + intuition, guessing with unerring instinct his vulnerable point. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no,” he cried, “but I am going to send the pistol half-way home for + you,” and with that, holding it still by the barrel, he flung it far out + on the sandy plain, where it fell, raising a little cloud of dust. The + girl was about to speed to the fort, when, for the third time, the young + man grasped her wrist. She looked at him with indignant surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me,” he said, “but in case you should wish to fire the weapon, you + must have some priming. Let me pour a quantity of this gunpowder into your + hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” she said, veiling her eyes, to hide their hatred. + </p> + <p> + He raised the tiny hand to his lips, without opposition, and then into her + satin palm, from his powderhorn, he poured a little heap of the black + grains. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, señor,” she said, hurrying away. She went directly to where the + pistol had fallen, stooped and picked it up. He saw her pour the powder + from her hand on its broad, unshapely pan. She knelt on the sand, studied + the clumsy implement, resting her elbow on her knee. The young man stood + there motionless, bareheaded, his cap in his hand. There was a flash and a + loud report; and the bullet cut the foliage behind him, a little nearer + than he expected. He bowed low to her, and she, rising with an angry + gesture, flung the weapon from her. + </p> + <p> + “Donna Rafaela,” he shouted, “thank you for firing the pistol. Its report + brings no one to the walls of San Carlos. Your fortress is deserted, + Donna. Tomorrow may I have the pleasure of showing you how to shoot?” + </p> + <p> + The girl made no answer, but turning, ran as fast as she could towards the + fort. + </p> + <p> + The young man walked toward the fort, picked up his despised weapon, + thrust it in his belt, and went back to the camp. The scouts were + returning, and reported that, as far as they could learn, the three + hundred and forty Nicaraguans had, in a body, abandoned Fort San Carlos. + </p> + <p> + “It is some trick,” said the Colonel. “We must approach the fortress + cautiously, as if the three hundred and forty were there.” + </p> + <p> + The flotilla neared the fort in a long line. Each boat was filled with + men, and in each prow was levelled a small cannon—a man with a + lighted match beside it—ready to fire the moment word was given. + Nelson himself stood up in his boat, and watched the silent fort. Suddenly + the silence was broken by a crash of thunder, and Nelson’s boat (and the + one nearest to it) was wrecked, many of the men being killed, and himself + severely wounded. + </p> + <p> + “Back, back!” cried the commander. “Row out of range, for your lives!” The + second cannon spoke, and the whole line of boats was thrown into + inextricable confusion. Cannon after cannon rang out, and of the two + hundred men who sailed up the river San Juan only ten reached the ship + alive. + </p> + <p> + The Commandant of the fort lay ill in his bed, unable to move, but his + brave daughter fired the cannon that destroyed the flotilla. Here Nelson + lost his eye, and so on a celebrated occasion was unable to see the + signals that called upon him to retreat. Thus victory ultimately rose out + of disaster. + </p> + <p> + The King of Spain decorated Donna Rafaela Mora, made her a colonel, and + gave her a pension for life. So recently as 1857, her grandson, General + Martinez, was appointed President of Nicaragua solely because he was a + descendant of the girl who defeated Horatio Nelson. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE AMBASSADOR’S PIGEONS + </h2> + <p> + Haziddin, the ambassador, stood at the door of his tent and gazed down + upon the famous city of Baalbek, seeing it now for the first time. The + night before, he had encamped on the heights to the south of Baalbek, and + had sent forward to that city, messengers to the Prince, carrying + greetings and acquainting him with the fact that an embassy from the + Governor of Damascus awaited permission to enter the gates. The sun had + not yet risen, but the splendour in the East, lighting the sky with + wondrous colourings of gold and crimson and green, announced the speedy + coming of that god which many of the inhabitants of Baalbek still + worshipped. The temples and palaces of the city took their tints from the + flaming sky, and Haziddin, the ambassador, thought he had never seen + anything so beautiful, notwithstanding the eulogy Mahomet himself had + pronounced upon his own metropolis of Damascus. + </p> + <p> + The great city lay in silence, but the moment the rim of the sun appeared + above the horizon the silence was broken by a faint sound of chanting from + that ornate temple, seemingly of carven ivory, which had bestowed upon the + city its Greek name of Heliopolis. The Temple of the Sun towered overall + other buildings in the place, and, as if the day-god claimed his own, the + rising sun shot his first rays upon this edifice, striking from it + instantly all colour, leaving its rows of pillars a dazzling white as if + they were fashioned from the pure snows of distant Lebanon. The sun seemed + a mainspring of activity, as well as an object of adoration, for before it + had been many minutes above the horizon the ambassador saw emerging from + the newly opened gate the mounted convoy that was to act as his escort + into the city; so, turning, he gave a quick command which speedily + levelled the tents, and brought his retinue; into line to receive their + hosts. + </p> + <p> + The officer, sent by the Prince of Baalbek to welcome the ambassador and + conduct him into the city, greeted the visitor with that deferential + ceremony so beloved of the Eastern people, and together they journeyed + down the hill to the gates, the followers of the one mingling fraternally + with the followers of the other. As if the deities of the wonderful + temples they were approaching wished to show the futility of man’s + foresight, a thoughtless remark made by one of the least in the + ambassador’s retinue to one of the least who followed the Baalbek general, + wrought ruin to one empire, and saved another from disaster. + </p> + <p> + A mule-driver from Baalbek said to one of his lowly a profession from + Damascus that the animals of the northern city seemed of superior breed to + those of the southern. Then the Damascus man, his civic pride disturbed by + the slighting remark, replied haughtily that if the mules of Baalbek had + endured such hardships as those of Damascus, journeying for a month + without rest through a rugged mountain country, they would perhaps look in + no better condition than those the speaker then drove. + </p> + <p> + “Our mules were as sleek as yours a month ago, when we left Damascus.” + </p> + <p> + As Baalbek is but thirty-one miles north of Damascus, the muleteer of the + former place marvelled that so long a time had been spent on the journey, + and he asked his fellow why they had wandered among the mountains. The + other could but answer that so it was, and he knew no reason for it, and + with this the man of Baalbek had to content himself. And so the tale went + from mouth to ear of the Baalbek men until it reached the general himself. + He thought little of it for the moment, but, turning to the ambassador, + said, having nothing else to say: + </p> + <p> + “How long has it taken you from Damascus to Baalbek?” + </p> + <p> + Then the ambassador answered: + </p> + <p> + “We have done the journey in three days; it might have taken us but two, + or perhaps it could have been accomplished in one, but there being no + necessity for speed we travelled leisurely.” + </p> + <p> + Then the general, remaining silent, said to himself: + </p> + <p> + “Which has lied, rumour or the ambassador?” + </p> + <p> + He cast his eyes over the animals the ambassador had brought with him, and + saw that they indeed showed signs of fatigue, and perhaps of irregular and + improper food. + </p> + <p> + Prince Ismael himself received Haziddin, ambassador of Omar, Governor of + Damascus, at the gates of Baalbek, and the pomp and splendour of that + reception was worthy of him who gave it, but the general found opportunity + to whisper in the ear of the Prince: + </p> + <p> + “The ambassador says he was but three days coming, while a follower of his + told a follower of mine that they have been a month on the road, wandering + among the mountains.” + </p> + <p> + Suspicion is ever latent in the Eastern mind, and the Prince was quick to + see a possible meaning for this sojourn among the mountains. It might well + be that the party were seeking a route at once easy and unknown by which + warriors from Damascus might fall upon Baalbek; yet, if this were the + case, why did not the explorers return directly to Damascus rather than + venture within the walls of Baalbek? It seemed to Prince Ismael that this + would have been the more crafty method to pursue, for, as it was, unless + messengers had returned to Damascus to report the result of their mountain + excursion, he had the whole party practically prisoners within the walls + of his city, and he could easily waylay any envoy sent by the ambassador + to his chief in Damascus. The Prince, however, showed nothing in his + manner of what was passing through his mind, but at the last moment he + changed the programme he had laid out for the reception of the ambassador. + Preparation had been made for a great public breakfast, for Haziddin was + famed throughout the East, not only as a diplomatist, but also as + physician and a man of science. The Prince now gave orders that his + officers were to entertain the retinue of the ambassador at the public + breakfast, while he bestowed upon the ambassador the exceptional honour of + asking him to his private table, thus giving Haziddin of Damascus no + opportunity to confer with his followers after they had entered the gates + of Baalbek. + </p> + <p> + It was impossible for Haziddin to demur, so he could but bow low and + accept the hospitality which might at that moment be most unwelcome, as + indeed it was. The Prince’s manner was so genial and friendly that, the + physician, Haziddin, soon saw he had an easy man to deal with, and he + suspected no sinister motive beneath the cordiality of the Prince. + </p> + <p> + The red wine of Lebanon is strong, and his Highness, Ismael, pressed it + upon his guest, urging that his three days’ journey had been fatiguing. + The ambassador had asked that his own servant might wait upon him, but the + Prince would not hear of it, and said that none should serve him who were + not themselves among the first nobles in Baalbek. + </p> + <p> + “You represent Omar, Governor of Damascus, son of King Ayoub, and as such + I receive you on terms of equality with myself.” + </p> + <p> + The ambassador, at first nonplussed with a lavishness that was most + unusual, gradually overcame his diffidence, became warm with the wine, and + so failed to notice that the Prince himself remained cool, and drank + sparingly. At last the head of Haziddin sank on his breast, and he + reclined at full length on the couch he occupied, falling into a drunken + stupor, for indeed he was deeply fatigued, and had spent the night before + sleepless. As his cloak fell away from him it left exposed a small wicker + cage attached to his girdle containing four pigeons closely huddled, for + the cage was barely large enough to hold them, and here the Prince saw the + ambassador’s swift messengers to Damascus. Let loose from the walls of + Baalbek, and flying direct, the tidings would, in a few hours, be in the + hands of the Governor of Damascus. Haziddin then was spy as well as + ambassador. The Prince also possessed carrier pigeons, and used them as a + means of communication between his armies at Tripoli and at Antioch, so he + was not ignorant of their consequence. The fact that the ambassador + himself carried this small cage under his cloak attached to his girdle + showed the great importance that was attached to these winged messengers, + otherwise Haziddin would have entrusted them to one of his subordinates. + </p> + <p> + “Bring me,” whispered the Prince to his general, “four of my own pigeons. + Do not disturb the thongs attached to the girdle when you open the cage, + but take the ambassador’s pigeons out and substitute four of my own. Keep + these pigeons of Damascus separate from ours; we may yet have use for them + in communicating with the Governor.” + </p> + <p> + The general, quick to see the scheme which was in the Prince’s mind, + brought four Baalbek pigeons, identical with the others in size and + colour. He brought with him also a cage into which the Damascus pigeons + were put, and thus the transfer was made without the knowledge of the + slumbering ambassador. His cloak was arranged about him so that it + concealed the cage attached to the girdle, then the ambassador’s own + servants were sent for, and he was confided to their care. + </p> + <p> + When Haziddin awoke he found himself in a sumptuous room of the palace. He + had but a hazy remembrance of the latter part of the meal with the Prince, + and his first thought went with a thrill of fear towards the cage under + his cloak; finding, however, that this was intact, he was much relieved in + his mind, and could but hope that in his cups he had not babbled anything + of his mission which might arouse suspicion in the mind of the Prince. His + first meeting with the ruler of Baalbek after the breakfast they had had + together, set all doubts finally at rest, because the Prince received him + with a friendship which was unmistakable. The physician apologised for + being overcome by the potency of the wine, and pleaded that he had + hitherto been unused to liquor of such strength. The Prince waved away all + reference to the subject, saying that he himself had succumbed on the same + occasion, and had but slight recollection of what had passed between them. + </p> + <p> + Ismael assigned to the ambassador one of the palaces near the Pantheon, + and Haziddin found himself free to come and go as he pleased without + espionage or restriction. He speedily learned that one of the armies of + Baalbek was at the north, near Antioch, the other to the west at Tripoli, + leaving the great city practically unprotected, and this unprecedented + state of affairs jumped so coincident with the designs of his master, that + he hastened to communicate the intelligence. He wrote: + </p> + <p> + “If Baalbek is immediately attacked, it cannot be protected. Half of the + army is on the shore of the Mediterranean, near Tripoli, the other half is + north, at Antioch. The Prince has no suspicion. If you conceal the main + body of your army behind the hills to the south of Baalbek, and come on + yourself with a small: retinue, sending notice to the Prince of your + arrival, he will likely himself come out to the gates to meet you, and + having secured his person, while I, with my followers, hold the open + gates, you can march into Baalbek unmolested. Once with a force inside the + walls of Baalbek, the city is as nearly as possible impregnable, and + holding the Prince prisoner, you may make with him your own terms. The + city is indescribably rich, and probably never before in the history of + the world has there been opportunity of accumulating so much treasure with + so little risk.” + </p> + <p> + This writing Haziddin attached to the leg of a pigeon, and throwing the + bird aloft from the walls, it promptly disappeared over the housetops, and + a few moments later was in the hands of its master, the Prince of Baalbek, + who read the treacherous message with amazement. Then, imitating the + ambassador’s writing, he penned a note, saying that this was not the time + to invade Baalbek, but as there were rumours that the armies were about to + leave the city, one going to the north and the other to the west, the + ambassador would send by another pigeon news of the proper moment to + strike. + </p> + <p> + This communication the Prince attached to the leg of one of the Damascus + pigeons, and throwing it into the air, saw with satisfaction that the bird + flew straight across the hills towards the south. + </p> + <p> + Ismael that night sent messengers mounted on swift Arabian horses to + Tripoli and to Antioch recalling his armies, directing his generals to + avoid Baalbek and to join forces in the mountains to the south of that + city and out of sight of it. This done, the Prince attended in state a + banquet tendered to him by the ambassador from Damascus, where he charmed + all present by his genial urbanity, speaking touchingly on the blessings + of peace, and drinking to a thorough understanding between the two great + cities of the East, Damascus and Baalbek, sentiments which, were cordially + reciprocated by the ambassador. + </p> + <p> + Next morning the second pigeon came to the palace of the Prince. + </p> + <p> + “Ismael is still unsuspicious,” the document ran. “He will fall an easy + prey if action be prompt. In case of a failure to surprise, it would be + well to impress upon your generals the necessity of surrounding the city + instantly so that messengers cannot be sent to the two armies. It will + then be advisable to cut off the water-supply by diverting the course of + the small river which flows into Baalbek. The walls of the city are + incredibly strong, and a few men can defend them successfully against a + host, once the gates are shut. Thirst, however, will soon compel them, to + surrender. Strike quickly, and Baalbek is yours.” + </p> + <p> + The Prince sent a note of another tenor to Damascus, and the calm days + passed serenely on, the ambassador watching anxiously from his house-top, + his eyes turned to the south, while the Prince watched as anxiously from + the roof of his palace, his gaze turning now westward now northward. + </p> + <p> + The third night after the second message had been sent, the ambassador + paced the long level promenade of his roof, ever questioning the south. A + full moon shone down on the silent city, and in that clear air the plain + outside the walls and the nearer hills were as distinctly visible as if it + were daylight. There was no sign of an approaching army. Baalbek lay like + a city of the dead, the splendid architecture of its countless temples + gleaming ghostlike, cold, white and unreal in the pure refulgence of the + moon. Occasionally the ambassador paused in his walk and leaned on the + parapet. He had become vaguely uneasy, wondering why Damascus delayed, and + there crept over him that sensation of dumb fear which comes to a man in + the middle of the night and leaves him with the breaking of day. He + realised keenly the extreme peril of his own position—imprisoned and + at the mercy of his enemy should his treachery be discovered. And now as + he leaned over the parapet in the breathless stillness, his alert ear + missed an accustomed murmur of the night. Baalbek was lulled to sleep by + the ever-present tinkle of running water, the most delicious sound that + can soothe an Eastern ear, accustomed as it is to the echoless silence of + the arid rainless desert. + </p> + <p> + The little river which entered Baalbek first flowed past the palace of the + Prince, then to the homes of the nobles and the priests, meandering + through every street and lane until it came to the baths left by the + Romans, whence it flowed through the poorer quarters, and at last + disappeared under the outer wall. It might be termed a liquid guide to + Baalbek, for the stranger, leaving the palace and following its current, + would be led past every temple and residence in the city. It was the + limpid thread of life running through the veins of the town, and without + it Baalbek could not have existed. As the ambassador leaned over the + parapet wondering whether it was his imagination which made this night + seem more still than all that had gone before since he came to the city, + he suddenly became aware that what he missed was the purling trickle of + the water. Peering over the wall of his house, and gazing downward on the + moonlit street, he saw no reflecting glitter of the current, and realised, + with a leap of the heart, that the stream had run dry. + </p> + <p> + The ambassador was quick to understand the meaning of this sudden drying + of the stream. Notwithstanding his vigilance, the soldiers of Damascus had + stolen upon the city unperceived by him, and had already diverted the + water-course. Instantly his thoughts turned toward his own escape. In the + morning the fact of the invasion would be revealed, and his life would lie + at the mercy of an exasperated ruler. To flee from Baalbek in the night he + knew to be no easy task; all the gates were closed, and not one of them + would be opened before daybreak, except through the intervention of the + Prince himself. To spring from even the lowest part of the wall would mean + instant death. In this extremity the natural ingenuity of the man came to + his rescue. That which gave him warning would also provide an avenue of + safety. + </p> + <p> + The stream, conveyed to the city by a lofty aqueduct, penetrated the thick + walls through a tunnel cut in the solid stone, just large enough to + receive its volume. The tunnel being thus left dry, a man could crawl on + his hands and knees through it, and once outside, walk upright on the top + of the viaduct, along the empty bed of the river, until he reached the + spot where the water had been diverted, and there find his comrades. + Wasting not a thought on the jeopardy in which he left his own followers, + thus helplessly imprisoned in Baalbek, but bent only on his own safety, he + left his house silently, and hurried, deep in the shadow, along the + obscure side of the street. He knew he must avoid the guards of the + palace, and that done, his path to the invading army was clear. But before + he reached the palace of the Prince there remained for him another + stupefying surprise. + </p> + <p> + Coming to a broad thoroughfare leading to the square in which stood the + Temple of Life, he was amazed to see at his feet, flowing rapidly, the + full tide of the stream, shattering into dancing discs of light the + reflection of the full moon on its surface, gurgling swiftly towards the + square. The fugitive stood motionless and panic-stricken at the margin of + this transparent flood. He knew that his retreat had been cut off. What + had happened? Perhaps the strong current had swept away the impediment + placed against it by the invaders, and thus had resumed its course into + the city. Perhaps—but there was little use in surmising, and the + ambassador, recovering in a measure his self-possession, resolved to see + whether or not it would lead him to his own palace. + </p> + <p> + Crossing the wide thoroughfare into the shadow beyond, he followed it + towards the square, keeping his eye on the stream that rippled in the + moonlight. The rivulet flowed directly across the square to the Temple of + Life; there, sweeping a semicircle half round the huge building, it + resumed its straight course. The ambassador hesitated before crossing the + moonlit square, but a moment’s reflection showed him that no suspicion + could possibly attach to his movements in this direction, for the Temple + of Life was the only sacred edifice in the city for ever open. + </p> + <p> + The Temple of Life consisted of a huge dome, which was supported by a + double circle of pillars, and beneath this dome had been erected a + gigantic marble statue, representing the God of Life, who stood motionless + with outstretched arms, as if invoking a blessing upon the city. A + circular opening at the top of the dome allowed the rays of the moon to + penetrate and illuminate the head of the statue. Against the white + polished surface of the broad marble slab, which lay at the foot of the + statue, the ambassador saw the dark forms of several prostrate figures, + and knew that each was there to beg of the sightless statue, life for some + friend, lying at that moment somewhere on a bed of illness. For this + reason the Temple of Life was always open, and supplicants prostrated + themselves within it at any hour of the night or day. Remembering this, + and knowing that it was the resort of high and low alike, for Death + respects not rank, Haziddin, with gathering confidence, entered the + moonlit square. At the edge of the great circular temple he paused, + meeting there his third surprise. He saw that the stream was not deflected + round the lower rim of the edifice, but that a stone had been swung at + right angles with the lower step, cutting off the flow of the stream to + the left, and allowing its waters to pour underneath the temple. + Listening, the ambassador heard the low muffled roar of pouring water, and + instantly his quick mind jumped at an accurate conclusion. Underneath the + Temple was a gigantic tank for the storage of water, and it was being + filled during the night. Did the authorities of Baalbek expect a siege, + and were they thus preparing for it? Or was the filling of the tank an + ordinary function performed periodically to keep the water sweet? The + ambassador would have given much for an accurate answer to these + questions, but he knew not whom to ask. + </p> + <p> + Entering the Temple he prostrated himself on the marble slab, and remained + there for a few moments, hoping that, if his presence had been observed, + this action would provide excuse for his nocturnal wanderings. Rising, he + crossed again the broad square, and hurried up the street by which he had + entered it. This street led to the northern gate, whose dark arch he saw + at the end of it, and just as he was about to turn down a lane which led + to his palace, he found himself confronted with a fourth problem. One leaf + of the ponderous gate swung inward, and through the opening he caught a + glimpse of the moonlit country beyond. Knowing that the gates were never + opened at night, except through the direct order of the Prince, he paused + for a moment, and then saw a man on horseback enter, fling himself + hurriedly from his steed, leaving it in care of those in charge of the + gates, and disappear down the street that led directly to the Prince’s + palace. In a most perturbed state of mind the ambassador sought his own + house, and there wrote his final despatch to Damascus. He told of his + discovery of the water-tank, and said that his former advice regarding the + diverting of the stream was no longer of practical value. He said he would + investigate further the reservoir under the Temple of Life, and discover, + if possible, how the water was discharged. If he succeeded in his quest he + would endeavour, in case of a long siege, to set free Baalbek’s store of + water; but he reiterated his belief that it was better to attempt the + capture of the city by surprise and fierce assault. The message that + actually went to Damascus, carried by the third pigeon, was again + different in tenor. + </p> + <p> + “Come at once,” it said. “Baalbek is unprotected, and the Prince has gone + on a hunting expedition. March through the Pass of El-Zaid, which is + unprotected, because it is the longer route. The armies of Baalbek are at + Tripoli and at Antioch, and the city is without even a garrison. The + southern gate will be open awaiting your coming.” + </p> + <p> + Days passed, and the ambassador paced the roof of his house, looking in + vain towards the south. The streamed flowed as usual through the city. + Anxiety at the lack of all tidings from Damascus began to plough furrows + in his brow. He looked careworn and haggard. To the kindly inquiries of + the Prince regarding his health, he replied that there was nothing amiss. + </p> + <p> + One evening, an urgent message came from the palace requesting his + attendance there. The Prince met him with concern on his brow. + </p> + <p> + “Have you had word from your master, Omar, Governor of Damascus, since you + parted with him?” asked Ismael. + </p> + <p> + “I have had no tidings,” replied the ambassador. + </p> + <p> + “A messenger has just come in from Damascus, who says that Omar is in + deadly peril. I thought you should know this speedily, and so I sent for + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Of what nature is this peril?” asked the ambassador, turning pale. + </p> + <p> + “The messenger said something of his falling a prisoner, sorely wounded, + in the hands of his enemies.” + </p> + <p> + “Of his enemies,” echoed the ambassador. “He has many. Which one has been + victorious?” + </p> + <p> + “I have had no particulars and perhaps the news may not be true,” answered + the Prince, soothingly. + </p> + <p> + “May I question your messenger?” + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly. He has gone to the Temple of Life, to pray for some of his own + kin, who are in danger. Let us go there together and find him.” + </p> + <p> + But the messenger had already left the Temple before the arrival of his + master, and the two found the great place entirely empty. Standing near + the edge of the slab before the mammoth statue, the Prince said: + </p> + <p> + “Stand upon that slab facing the statue, and it will tell you more + faithfully than any messenger whether your master shall live or die, and + when.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a Moslem,” answered Haziddin, “and pray to none but Allah.” + </p> + <p> + “In Baalbek,” said the Prince, carelessly, “all religions are tolerated. + Here we have temples for the worship of the Roman and the Greek gods and + mosques for the Moslems. Here Christian, or Jew, Sun-worshipper or Pagan + implore their several gods unmolested, and thus is Baalbek prosperous. I + confess a liking for this Temple of Life, and come here often. I should, + however, warn you that it is the general belief of those who frequent this + place that he who steps upon the marble slab facing the god courts + disaster, unless his heart is as free, from treachery and guile as this + stone beneath him is free from flaw. Perhaps you have heard the rumour, + and therefore hesitate.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not heard it heretofore, but having heard it, do not hesitate.” + Saying which, the ambassador stepped upon the stone. Instantly, the marble + turned under him, and falling, he clutched its polished surface in vain, + dropping helplessly into the reservoir beneath. The air under his cloak + bore him up and kept him from sinking. The reservoir into which he had + fallen proved to be as large as the Temple itself, circular in form, as + was the edifice above it. Steps rose from the water in unbroken rings + around it, but even if he could have reached the edge of the huge tank in + which he found himself, ascent by the steps was impossible, for upon the + first three burned vigorously some chemical substance, which luridly + illuminated the surface of this subterranean lake. He was surrounded + immediately by water, and beyond that by rising rings of flame, and he + rightly surmised that this substance was Greek fire, for where it dripped + into the water it still burned, floating on the surface. A moment later + the Prince appeared on the upper steps, outside the flaming circumference. + </p> + <p> + “Ambassador,” he cried, “I told you that if you stepped on the marble + slab, you would be informed truly of the fate of your master. I now + announce to you that he dies to-night, being a prisoner in my hands. His + army was annihilated in the Pass of El-Zaid, while he was on his way to + capture this city through your treachery. In your last communication to + him you said that you would investigate our water storage, and learn how + it was discharged. This secret I shall proceed to put you in possession + of, but before doing so, I beg to tell you that Damascus has fallen and is + in my possession. The reservoir, you will observe, is emptied by pulling + this lever, which releases a trap-door at the centre of the bottom of the + tank.” + </p> + <p> + The Prince, with both hands on the lever, exerted his strength and + depressed it. Instantly the ambassador felt the result. First, a small + whirlpool became indented in the placid surface of the water, exactly in + the centre of the disc: enlarging its influence, it grew and grew until it + reached the outer edges of the reservoir, bringing lines of fire round + with it. The ambassador found himself floating with increased rapidity, + dizzily round and round. He cried out in a voice that rang against the + stone ceiling: + </p> + <p> + “An ambassador’s life is sacred, Prince of Baalbek. It is contrary to the + law of nations to do me injury, much less to encompass my death.” + </p> + <p> + “An ambassador is sacred,” replied the Prince, “but not a spy. Aside from + that, it is the duty of an ambassador to precede his master, and that you + are about to do. Tell him, when you meet him, the secret of the reservoir + of Baalbek.” + </p> + <p> + This reservoir, now a whirling maelstrom, hurled its shrieking victim into + its vortex, and then drowned shriek and man together. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Strong Arm, by Robert Barr + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STRONG ARM *** + +***** This file should be named 8716-h.htm or 8716-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/8/7/1/8716/ + + +Text file produced by Lee Dawei, David Moynihan, Michelle Shephard, +Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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