TO THE RESCUE
But the late prisoner did not speak at once, though his captor stood back as though to permit him to explain himself. He was still bound and gagged. Discovering which, Max in a very philosophical and leisurely manner a.s.sisted him to relieve himself of a rolled kerchief which had been placed in his mouth.
Even then his throat refused its office till Werner von Orseln handed him a great cup of wine from which he drank deeply.
"Speak!" said Joan. "What disaster has brought you here? Is Kernsberg taken?"
"The Eagle"s Nest is harried, my lady, but that is not what hath brought me hither!"
"Have they found out this my--prison? Are they coming to capture me?"
"Neither," returned Alt Pikker. "Maurice von Lynar is in the hands of his cruel enemies, and on the day after to-morrow, at sunrise, he is to be torn to pieces by wild horses."
"Why?" "Wherefore?" "In what place?" "Who would dare?" came from all about the table; but the mother of the young man sat silent as if she had not heard.
"To save Kernsberg from sack by the Muscovites, Maurice von Lynar went to Courtland in the guise of the Lady Joan. At the fords of the Alla we delivered him up!"
"You delivered him up?" cried Theresa suddenly. "Then you shall die! Max Ulrich, your knife!"
The dumb man gave the knife in a moment, but Theresa had not time to approach.
"I went with him," said Alt Pikker calmly.
"You went with him," repeated his mother after a moment, not understanding.
"Could I let the young man go alone into the midst of his enemies?"
"He went for my sake!" moaned Joan. "He is to die for me!"
"Nay," corrected Alt Pikker, "he is to die for wedding the Princess Margaret of Courtland!"
Again they cried out upon him in utmost astonishment--that is, all the men.
"Maurice von Lynar has married the Princess Margaret of Courtland?
Impossible!"
"And why should he not?" his mother cried out.
"I expected it from the first!" quoth Joan of the Sword Hand, disdainful of their masculine ignorance.
"Well," put in Alt Pikker, "at all events, he hath married the Princess.
Or she has married him, which is the same thing!"
"But why? We knew nothing of this! He told us nothing. We thought he went for our lady"s sake to Courtland! Why did he marry her?" cried severally Von Orseln and the Pla.s.senburg captains.
"Why?" said Theresa the mother, with a.s.surance. "Because he loved her doubtless. How? Because he was his father"s son!"
And Theresa being calm and stilling the others, Alt Pikker got time to tell his tale. There was silence in the grange of Isle Rugen while it was being told, and even when it was ended for a s.p.a.ce none spoke. But Theresa smiled well pleased and said in her heart, "I thank G.o.d! My son also shall meet Henry the Lion face to face and not be ashamed."
After that they made their plans.
"I will go," said Conrad, "for I have influence with my brother--or, if not with him, at least with the folk of Courtland. We will stop this heathenish abomination."
"I will go," said Theresa, "because he is my son. G.o.d will show me a way to help him."
"We will all go," chorussed the captains; "that is--all save Werner----"
"All except Boris----!"
"All except Jorian----!"
"Who will remain here on Isle Rugen with the d.u.c.h.ess Joan?" They looked at each other as they spoke.
"You need not trouble yourselves! I will not remain on Isle Rugen--not an hour," said Joan. "Whoever stays, I go. Think you that I will permit this man to die in my stead? We will all go to Courtland. We will tell Prince Louis that I am no d.u.c.h.ess, but only the sister of a duke. We will prove to him that my father"s bond of heritage-brotherhood is null and void. And then we will see whether he is willing to turn the princedom upside down for such a dowerless wife as I!"
"For such a wife," thought Conrad, "I would turn the universe upside down, though she stood in a beggar"s kirtle!"
But being loyally bound by his promise he said nothing.
It was Theresa von Lynar who put the matter practically.
"At a farm on the mainland, hidden among the salt marshes, there are horses--those you brought with you and others. They are in waiting for such an emergency. Max will bring them to the landing-place. Three or four of your guard must accompany him. The rest will make ready, and at the first hint of dawn we will set out. There is yet time to save my son!"
She added in her heart, "Or, if not, then to avenge him."
Strangely enough, Theresa was the least downcast of the party. Death seemed a thing so little to her, even so desirable, that though the matter concerned her son"s life, she commanded herself and laid her plans as coolly as if she had been preparing a dinner in the grange of Isle Rugen.
But her heart was proud within her with a great pride.
"He is Henry the Lion"s son. He was born a duke. He has married a princess. He has tasted love and known sacrifice. If he dies it will be for the sake of his sister"s honour. "Tis no bad record for twenty years. These things _he_ will count high above fame and length of days!"
The little company which set out from Isle Rugen to ride to Courtland had no thought or intention of rescuing Maurice von Lynar by force of arms. They knew their own impotence far too exactly. Yet each of the leaders had a plan of action thought out, to be pursued when the city was reached.
If her renunciation of her dignities were laughed at, as she feared, there was nothing for Joan but to deliver herself to Prince Louis. She had resolved to promise to be his wife and princess in all that it concerned the outer world to see. Their provinces would be united, Kernsberg and Hohenstein delivered unconditionally into his hand.
On his part, Werner von Orseln was prepared to point out to the Prince of Courtland that with Joan as his wife and the armies and levies of Hohenstein added to his own under the Sparhawk"s leadership, he would be in a position to do without the aid of the Prince of Muscovy altogether.
Further, that in case of attack from the north, not only Pla.s.senburg and the Mark, but all the Teutonic Bond must rally to his side.
Boris and Jorian, being stout-hearted captains of men-at-arms, were ready for anything. But though their swords were loosened in their sheaths to be prepared for any a.s.sault, they were resolved also to give what official dignity they could to their mission by a free use of the names of their master and mistress, the Prince Hugo and Princess Helene of Pla.s.senburg. They were sorry now that they had left their credentials behind them, at Kernsberg, but they meant to make confidence and a.s.sured countenances go as far as they would.
Conrad, who was intimately acquainted with the character of his brother, and who knew how entirely he was under the dominion of Prince Ivan, had resolved to use all powers, ecclesiastical and secular, which his position as t.i.tular Prince of the Church put within his reach. To save the Sparhawk from a b.l.o.o.d.y and disgraceful death he would invoke upon Courtland even the dread curse of the Greater Excommunication. With his faithful priests around him he would seek his brother, and, if necessary, on the very execution place itself, or from the high altar of the cathedral, p.r.o.nounce the dread "Anathema sit." He knew his brother well enough to be sure that this threat would shake his soul with terror, and that such a curse laid on a city like Courtland, not too subservient at any time, would provoke a rebellion which would shake the power of princes far more securely seated than Prince Louis.
The only one of the party wholly without a settled plan was the woman most deeply interested. Theresa von Lynar simply rode to Courtland to save her son or to die with him. She alone had no influence with Prince Ivan, no weapon to use against him except her woman"s wit.
As the cavalcade rode on, though few, they made a not ungallant show.