"My lord is with the Kaiser. I must say farewell for the nonce. Is the young lady visible?"
"Nor young, nor old, good friend," replied Gottlieb, with a countenance somewhat ruffled. "I dined alone for lack of your company. Secret missives came, I hear, to each of them, and both are gadding. Now what think you of this, after the scene of yesterday?--Lisbeth too!"
"Preaches from the old text, Master Groschen; "Never reckon on womankind for a wise act." But farewell! and tell Mistress Margarita that I take it ill of her not giving me her maiden hand to salute before parting. My gravest respects to Frau Lisbeth. I shall soon be sitting with you over that prime vintage of yours, or fortune"s dead against me."
So, with a wring of the hand, Guy put the spur to his round-flanked beast, and was quickly out of Cologne on the rough roadway.
He was neither the first nor the last of the men-at-arms hastening to obey the Kaiser"s mandate. A string of horse and foot in serpentine knots stretched along the flat land, flashing colours livelier than the spring-meadows bordering their line of pa.s.sage. Guy, with a nod for all, and a greeting for the best-disposed, pushed on toward the van, till the gathering block compelled him to adopt the snail"s pace of the advance party, and gave him work enough to keep his two horses from being jammed with the ma.s.s. Now and then he cast a weather-eye on the heavens, and was soon confirmed in an opinion he had repeatedly e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, that "the first night"s camping would be a drencher." In the West a black bank of cloud was blotting out the sun before his time. Northeast shone bare fields of blue lightly touched with loosefloating strips and flakes of crimson vapour. The furrows were growing purple-dark, and gradually a low moaning obscurity enwrapped the whole line, and mufed the noise of hoof, oath, and waggon-wheel in one sullen murmur.
Guy felt very much like a chopped worm, as he wriggled his way onward in the dusk, impelled from the rear, and reduced to grope after the main body. Frequent and deep counsel he took with a trusty flask suspended at his belt. It was no pleasant reflection that the rain would be down before he could build up anything like shelter for horse and man. Still sadder the necessity of selecting his post on strange ground, and in darkness. He kept an anxious look-out for the moon, and was presently rejoiced to behold a broad fire that twinkled branchy beams through an east-hill orchard.
"My lord calls her G.o.ddess," said Guy, wistfully. "The t.i.tle"s outlandish, and more the style of these foreigners but she may have it to-night, an she "ll just keep the storm from shrouding her bright eye a matter of two hours."
She rose with a boding l.u.s.tre. Drifts of thin pale upper-cloud leaned down ladders, pure as virgin silver, for her to climb to her highest seat on the unrebellious half-circle of heaven.
"My mind"s made up!" quoth Guy to the listening part of himself. "Out of this I"ll get."
By the clearer ray he had discerned a narrow track running a white parallel with the general route. At the expense of dislocating a mile of the cavalcade, he struck into it. A d.y.k.e had to be taken, some heavy fallows crossed, and the way was straight before him. He began to sneer at the slow jog-trot and absence of enterprise which made the fellows he had left shine so poorly in comparison with the Goshawk, but a sight of two cavaliers in advance checked his vanity, and now to overtake them he tasked his fat Flemish mare with unwonted p.r.i.c.ks of the heel, that made her fling out and show more mettle than speed.
The objects of this fiery chase did not at first awake to a sense of being pursued. Both rode with mantled visages, and appeared profoundly inattentive to the world outside their meditations. But the Goshawk was not to be denied, and by dint of alternately roaring at them and upbraiding his two stumping beasts, he at last roused the younger of the cavaliers, who called to his companion loudly: without effect it seemed, for he had to repeat the warning. Guy was close up with them, when the youth exclaimed:
"Father! holy father! "Tis Sathanas in person!"
The other rose and pointed trembling to a dark point in the distance as he vociferated:
"Not here! not here; but yonder!"
Guy recognized the voice of the first speaker, and cried:
"Stay! halt a second! Have you forgotten the Goshawk?"
"Never!" came the reply, "and forget not Farina!"
Spur and fleeter steeds carried them out of hearing ere Guy could throw in another syllable. Farina gazed back on him remorsefully, but the Monk now rated his a.s.sistant with indignation.
"Thou weak one! nothing less than fool! to betray thy name on such an adventure as this to soul save the saints!"
Farina tossed back his locks, and held his forehead to the moon. All the Monk"s ghostly wrath was foiled by the one little last sweet word of his beloved, which made music in his ears whenever annoyance sounded.
"And herein," say the old writers, "are lovers, who love truly, truly recompensed for their toils and pains; in that love, for which they suffer, is ever present to ward away suffering not sprung of love: but the disloyal, who serve not love faithfully, are a race given over to whatso this base world can wreak upon them, without consolation or comfort of their mistress, Love; whom sacrificing not all to, they know not to delight in."
The soul of a lover lives through every member of him in the joy of a moonlight ride. Sorrow and grief are slow distempers that crouch from the breeze, and nourish their natures far from swift-moving things. A true lover is not one of those melancholy flies that shoot and maze over muddy stagnant pools. He must be up in the great air. He must strike all the strings of life. Swiftness is his rapture. In his wide arms he embraces the whole form of beauty. Eagle-like are his instincts; dove-like his desires. Then the fair moon is the very presence of his betrothed in heaven. So for hours rode Farina in a silver-fleeting glory; while the Monk as a shadow, galloped stern and silent beside him. So, crowning them in the sky, one half was all love and light; one, blackness and fell purpose.
THE COMBAT ON DRACHENFELS
Not to earth was vouchsafed the honour of commencing the great battle of that night. By an expiring blue-shot beam of moonlight, Farina beheld a vast realm of gloom filling the hollow of the West, and the moon was soon extinguished behind sluggish sc.r.a.ps of iron scud detached from the swinging bulk of ruin, as heavily it ground on the atmosphere in the first thunder-launch of motion.
The heart of the youth was strong, but he could not view without quicker fawning throbs this manifestation of immeasurable power, which seemed as if with a stroke it was capable of destroying creation and the works of man. The bare aspect of the tempest lent terrors to the adventure he was engaged in, and of which he knew not the aim, nor might forecast the issue. Now there was nothing to illumine their path but such forked flashes as lightning threw them at intervals, touching here a hill with cl.u.s.tered cottages, striking into day there a May-blossom, a patch of weed, a single tree by the wayside. Suddenly a more vivid and continuous quiver of violet fire met its reflection on the landscape, and Farina saw the Rhine-stream beneath him.
"On such a night," thought he, "Siegfried fought and slew the dragon!"
A blast of light, as from the jaws of the defeated dragon in his throes, made known to him the country he traversed. Crimsoned above the water glimmered the monster-haunted rock itself, and mid-channel beyond, flat and black to the stream, stretched the Nuns" Isle in cloistral peace.
"Halt!" cried the Monk, and signalled with a peculiar whistle, to which he seemed breathlessly awaiting an answer. They were immediately surrounded by longrobed veiled figures.
"Not too late?" the Monk hoa.r.s.ely asked of them.
"Yet an hour!" was the reply, in soft clear tones of a woman"s voice.
"Great strength and valour more than human be mine," exclaimed the Monk, dismounting.
He pa.s.sed apart from them; and they drew in a circle, while he prayed, kneeling.
Presently he returned, and led Farina to a bank, drawing from some hiding-place a book and a bell, which he gave into the hands of the youth.
"For thy soul, no word!" said the Monk, speaking down his throat as he took in breath. "Nay! not in answer to me! Be faithful, and more than earthly fortune is thine; for I say unto thee, I shall not fail, having grace to sustain this combat."
Thereupon he commenced the ascent of Drachenfels.
Farina followed. He had no hint of the Monk"s mission, nor of the part himself was to play in it. Such a load of silence gathered on his questioning spirit, that the outcry of the rageing elements alone prevented him from arresting the Monk and demanding the end of his service there. That outcry was enough to freeze speech on the very lips of a mortal. For scarce had they got footing on the winding path of the crags, when the whole vengeance of the storm was hurled against the mountain. Huge boulders were loosened and came bowling from above: trees torn by their roots from the fissures whizzed on the eddies of the wind: torrents of rain foamed down the iron flanks of rock, and flew off in h.o.a.r feathers against the short pauses of darkness: the mountain heaved, and quaked, and yawned a succession of hideous chasms.
"There"s a devil in this," thought Farina. He looked back and marked the river imaging lurid abysses of cloud above the mountain-summit--yea! and on the summit a flaming shape was mirrored.
Two nervous hands stayed the cry on his mouth.
"Have I not warned thee?" said the husky voice of the Monk. "I may well watch, and think for thee as for a dog. Be thou as faithful!"
He handed a flask to the youth, and bade him drink. Farina drank and felt richly invigorated. The Monk then took bell and book.
"But half an hour," he muttered, "for this combat that is to ring through centuries."
Crossing himself, he strode wildly upward. Farina saw him beckon back once, and the next instant he was lost round an incline of the highest peak.
The wind that had just screamed a thousand death-screams, was now awfully dumb, albeit Farina could feel it lifting hood and hair. In the unnatural stillness his ear received tones of a hymn chanted below; now sinking, now swelling; as though the voices faltered between prayer and inspiration. Farina caught on a projection of crag, and fixed his eyes on what was pa.s.sing on the height.
There was the Monk in his brown hood and wrapper, confronting--if he might trust his b.a.l.l.s of sight--the red-hot figure of the Prince of Darkness.
As yet no mortal tussle had taken place between them. They were arguing: angrily, it was true: yet with the first mutual deference of practised logicians. Latin and German was alternately employed by both. It thrilled Farina"s fervid love of fatherland to hear the German Satan spoke: but his Latin was good, and his command over that tongue remarkable; for, getting the worst of the argument, as usual, he revenged himself by parodying one of the Church canticles with a point that discomposed his adversary, and caused him to retreat a step, claiming support against such shrewd a.s.sault.
"The use of an unexpected weapon in warfare is in itself half a victory.
Induce your antagonist to employ it as a match for you, and reckon on completely routing him..." says the old military chronicle.
"Come!" said the Demon with easy raillery. "You know your game--I mine! I really want the good people to be happy; dancing, kissing, propagating, what you will. We quite agree. You can have no objection to me, but a foolish old prejudice--not personal, but cla.s.s; an antipathy of the cowl, for which I pardon you! What I should find in you to complain of--I have only to mention it, I am sure--is, that perhaps you do speak a little too much through your nose."
The Monk did not fall into the jocular trap by retorting in the same strain.