I went upstairs too. I looked out of my window. There was moonlight; possibly the last time I should ever see moonlight in the land of the living. Nothing but a mishap on my opponent"s part, and that early in the combat, would save my epidermis. The absurd side of the affair struck me, and I laughed, mirthlessly, but none the less I laughed. If it had been pistols the chances would have been equal. A German does not like pistols as a dueling apparatus. They often miss fire. A sword is a surer weapon. And then, the French use them--the pistols--in their fiascoes. Rapiers? I was as familiar with the rapier as I was with the Zulu a.s.segai. I unstrapped my traveling case and took out Phyllis"s photograph. I put it back. If I was to have a last look at any woman it should be at Gretchen. Then I got out my cane and practiced thrusting and parrying. My wrist was strong.
"Well," I mused, "there"s consolation in knowing that in two hours I shall be either dead or alive."
I flung the cane into the corner. To pa.s.s away the time I paced back and forth. It pa.s.sed too quickly; and it was not long ere I heard the clatter of the returning cavalrymen. Some one knocked at my door. I swung it open and--was thrown to the floor, bound and gagged in a tenth of a minute.
"Put him on the bed," whispered the leader of my a.s.sailants. When this was done the voice added: "Now you can go to the stables and wait there till I call you."
It was the innkeeper. He surveyed me for a moment and scratched his chin.
"Will Herr keep perfectly quiet if I take the handkerchief from his mouth?" he asked.
I nodded, bewildered.
"What in tophet does this mean?" I gasped. I did not say tophet, but it looks better in writing.
"It means nothing and everything," was the answer. "In the first place, Herr will fight no duel. The man with whom you were to fight was sent on an errand to this out-of-the-way place as a punishment for dueling at the capital. I know him by reputation. He is a brawler, but a fair swordsman. He would halve you as I would a chicken. There is another who has a prior claim on him. If there is anything left of Herr Lieutenant at the end of the fray, you are welcome to it. Yes, there will be a duel, but you will not be one of the princ.i.p.als. It is all arranged."
"But I do not understand," I cried.
"It is not necessary that you should." He laughed and rubbed his hands in pleasurable antic.i.p.ation. "There is a young man downstairs, who arrived a few moments before the lieutenant. He has a special affair.
There were words. Herr Lieutenant is mad enough to fight a whole company."
"Then, why in heaven"s name am I up here in this condition?" I cried.
"Let me go and be the young man"s second; though I can"t for the life of me see where he has come from so suddenly, and I might say, opportunely. Come, cut me loose."
"It is too late!"
"Too late?"
"Yes. Herr Lieutenant has been informed that you ran away."
"Ran away!" I roared. "You told him that I ran away? d.a.m.n your insolence! I"ll break every bone in your body for this!" I cried, straining at the ropes.
"The ropes are new," said he; "you"ll hurt yourself."
"You told him that I ran away?" This was too much.
"Yes. Ah, but you will be surprised. The duel will last five minutes.
Herr Lieutenant will thrust; the thrust will be parried. He will feint; useless. Thrust on thrust; parry on parry. Consternation will take the place of confidence; he will grow nervous; he will try all his little tricks and they will fail. Then his eyes will roll and his breath come in gasps. Suddenly he thinks he sees an opening; he lunges--ach! the fool; it is all over!" The old man"s voice quivered with excitement. He had pa.s.sed his time in the barracks and had seen many a sword skirmish.
"Well, are you going to take off these ropes?"
"No. You would break every bone in my body."
"d.a.m.n it, man!" I groaned, in exasperation.
"You will soon be out of breath."
Oh! could I have but loosened those cords!
"Stahlberg, who left the service a year ago, will act in the capacity of second." Stahlberg was at the head of the vineyard. "I shall watch the affair from the window here; the scene of action will take place in the clearing beyond. It will be an affair worth witnessing."
"And where is Gretchen?"
"Where she should be; at the bar, a dutiful bar-maid." Then I heard nothing but the deep cachinations of the innkeeper. There was something in the affair which appealed to his humor. I could not see it. For ten minutes my vocabulary was strictly unprintable.
"Will you kindly tell me what the meaning of all this is?"
"Herr Winthrop, the idyl has come to an end; the epic now begins."
CHAPTER XII
The golden summer moon was far up now, and the yellow light of it came into the window and illumined the grim face of the innkeeper, throwing a grotesque shadow of him onto the floor. The leaves rustled and purred against the eaves. As the branches moved so did the light and darkness move over the innkeeper"s visage. He was silent and meditative.
"An epic?" I said.
"An epic."
"Innkeeper," said I, "if I give you my word of honor not to molest you or leave this room, will you let me be a witness?"
He pa.s.sed into the gloom, then back into the light.
"This is no trick?" suspiciously. "I have a deal of regard for my bones, old as they are."
"On my honor."
"Well, I"ll do it. It is in the blood of us all. But a false move on your part, and I promise you that this knife shall find a resting place in you."
He cut the ropes and I was free. But my arms ached.
The two of us took our stand by the window and waited for the princ.i.p.als in the drama about to be enacted in the clearing. I confess that my conscience was ill at ease; why, I knew not. I was dreading something, I knew not what. The inn-keeper"s hand trembled on my arm.
"Sh! they come," he whispered.
As I looked beyond his finger I saw four figures advance over the sward. One of them, a slight boyish form, was new to me. The fellow walked briskly along at the side of Stahlberg, who was built on the plan of a Hercules. When they came to the clearing they stopped. The seconds went through the usual formalities of testing the temper of the swords. Somehow, I could not keep my eyes off the youngster, who was going to do battle with the veteran; and I could not help wondering where in the world he had come from, and why in the world he had chosen this place to settle his dispute in. There were plenty of convenient places in the village, in and around the barracks. He took his position, back to me, so I could not tell what he was like. The moon shone squarely in the lieutenant"s face, upon which was an expression of contempt mingled with confidence. My heart thumped, for I had never seen a duel before.
"I do not know where you came from," I heard the lieutenant say; "but you managed nicely to pick a quarrel. It is all on your own head. It is too bad that cur of an Englishman had to run away."
The innkeeper"s knife was so close that I could feel the point of it against my ribs. So I gave up the wild idea of yelling from the window that I hadn"t run away.
The lieutenant"s opponent shrugged. He placed himself on guard; that was his reply. Suddenly the two sprang forward, and the clash of swords followed. I could not keep track of the weapons, but I could see that the youngster was holding his own amazingly well. Neither was touched the first bout.
"Two minutes," murmured the old rascal at my side. "It will be over this time."
"You seem to have a good deal of confidence in your young man," said I.