But my lady looked grave. I did not dare to interfere or give advice--having been once admitted to say my say--but I felt that it would be a serious thing if the forty-eight hours elapsed and the town refused to make amends. My lady felt this too, I think; and by-and-by she held a council with the Waldgrave; and about midday my lord came to me, and with a somewhat wry face bade me have the prisoners conducted to the parlour.
He sent "me at the same time on an errand to another part of the castle, and so I cannot say what pa.s.sed. I believe my lady dealt with the two very firmly; reiterating her judgment of the day before, and only adding that in clemency she had thought better of imprisoning them, and would now suffer them to go to their homes, in the hope that they would use their influence to save the town from worse trouble.
I met the two crossing the terrace on their way to the gate and was struck by something peculiar in their aspect. Master Hofman was all of a tremble with excitement and eagerness to be gone. His fat, half-moon of a face shone with anxiety. He stuttered when he tried to give me good day as I pa.s.sed; and he seemed to have eyes only for the gate, dragging his smaller companion along by the arm, and more than once whispering in his ear as if to adjure him not to waste a moment.
The little Minister, on the other hand, hung back and marched slowly, his face wearing a look of triumph which showed very plainly--or so I construed it--that he regarded his release in the light of a victory.
His sallow cheeks were flushed, and his eyes gleamed spitefully as he looked from side to side. He held himself bolt upright, with a square Bible clasped to his breast, and as he pa.s.sed me he could not refrain from a characteristic outbreak. Doubtless to bridle himself before my lady had almost choked him. He laughed in my face. "Dry bones!" he cackled. "And mouths that speak not!"
"Speak plainly yourself, Master Dietz," I answered, for I have never thought ministers more than other men. "Then perhaps I shall be able to understand you."
"Sounding bra.s.s and a tinkling cymbal!" he replied, cracking his fingers in my face and laughing triumphantly.
He would have said more, I imagine; but at that moment the Burgomaster fell bodily upon him, and drove him by main force through the gate which had been opened. Outside even, he made some attempts to return and defy us, crying out "Whited sepulchres!" and the like. But the steps were narrow and steep, and Hofman stood like a feather bed in the way, and presently he desisted. The two stumbled down together and we saw no more of them.
The men about me laughed; but I had reason for thinking it far from a laughing matter, and I hastened into the house that I might tell my lady. When I entered the parlour, however, where I found her with the Waldgrave and Fraulein Anna, she held up her hand to check me. She and the Waldgrave were laughing, and Fraulein Anna, half shy and half sullen, was leaning against the table looking at the floor, with her cheeks red.
"Come," my lady was saying, "you were with him half an hour, Anna. You can surely tell us what you talked about. Don"t be afraid of Martin.
He knows all our secrets."
"Or perhaps we are indiscreet," the Waldgrave said gravely, but with a twinkle in his eye. "When a young lady visits a gentleman in captivity, the conversation should be of a tender nature."
"Which shows, sir, that you know little about it," Fraulein Anna answered indignantly. "We talked of Voetius."
"Dear me!" my lord said. "Then Master Dietz knows Voetius?"
"He does not. He said he considered such pagan learning useless,"
Fraulein Anna answered, warming with her subject. "That it tended to pride, and puffed up instead of giving grace. I said that he only saw one side of the matter."
"In that resembling me," my lord murmured.
My lady repressed him with a look. "Yes," she said pleasantly. "And what then, Anna?"
"And that he might be wrong in this, as in other matters. He asked me what other matters," Fraulein Max continued, growing voluble, and almost confident, as she reviewed the scene. "I said, the inferiority of women to men. He said, yes, he maintained that, following Peter Martyr. Well, I said he was wrong, and so was Peter Martyr. "But you do not convince me," he answered. "You say that I am wrong on this as on other points. Cite a point, then, on which I am wrong." "You know no Greek, you know no Oriental tongue, you know no Hebrew!" I retorted. "All pagan learning," he said. "Cite a point on which I am wrong. I am not often wrong. Cite a point on which I am confessedly wrong." So"--Fraulein Anna laughed a little, excited laugh of pleasure--"I thought I would take him at his word, and I said, "Will you abide by that? If I show you that you have been wrong, that you have been deceived only to-day, will you acknowledge that Peter Martyr was wrong?" He said, oh yes, he would, if I could convince him. I said, "Exemplum! You came here because you were afraid of our cannon.
Granted? Yes. Well, our cannon are cracked. They are _brutum fulmen_--an empty threat. We could not fire them, if we would. So there, you see, you were wrong." Well, on that----"
But what Master Dietz said on that, and what she answered, we never knew, for the Waldgrave, bounding from the table, with a crash which shook the room, swore a very pagan oath.
"Himmel!" he cried in a voice of pa.s.sion. "The woman has ruined us! Do you understand, Countess? She has told them! And they have taken the news to the town!"
"I do understand," my lady said softly, but with a paling face. "By this time it is known."
"Known! Yes; and our shutting up that poisonous little snake will only make him the more bitter!" my lord answered, striking the table a great blow in his wrath. "We are undone! Oh, you idiot, you idiot!"
and breaking off suddenly he turned to Fraulein Max, who stood weeping and trembling by the table. "Why did you do it?"
"Hush!" my lady said n.o.bly; and she put her arm round Fraulein Anna.
"She is so absent. It was my fault. I should not have let her see them. Besides, she did not know that they were going to be released.
And it is done now, and cannot be undone. The question is, what ought we to do?"
"Yes, what?" my lord cried bitterly, with a glance at the culprit, which showed that he was very far from forgiving her. "I am sure I do not know, any more than the dog there!"
My lady looked at me anxiously.
"Well, Martin," she said, "what do you say?"
But I had nothing to say, I felt myself at a loss. I knew, better than any of them, the Minister"s sour nature, and I had seen with my own eyes the state of resentment and rage in which he had left us. His news would fall like a spark dropped on powder. The town, brooding in gloom, foreboding, and terror, would in a moment blaze into fierce wrath. Every ruffian who had felt his neck endangered by the Countess"s sentence, every family that had lost a member in the late riot, every one who had an old grievance to avenge, or a new object to gain, would in an hour be in arms; while those whose advantage lay commonly on the side of order might stand aloof now--some at the instance of Dietz, and others through timidity and that fear of a mob which exists in the mind of every burgher. What, then, had we to expect? My lady must look to have her authority flouted--that for certain; but would the matter end with that? Would the disorder stop at the foot of the steps?
"I think we are safe enough here, if your excellency asks me," I said, after a moment"s thought. "A dozen men could hold the wicket-gate against a thousand."
"Safe!" my lady cried in a tone of surprise. "Yes, Martin, safe! But what of those who look to me for protection? Am I to stand by and see the law defied? Am I to----" She paused. "What is that?" she said in a different tone, raising her hand for silence.
She listened, and we listened, looking at one another with meaning eyes; and in a moment she had her answer. Through the open windows, with the air and sunshine, came a sound which rose and fell at intervals. It was the noise of distant cheering. Full and deep, leaping up again and again, in insolent mockery and defiance, it reached us where we stood in the quiet room, and told us that all was known. While we still listened, another sound, nearer at hand, broke the inner stillness of the house--the tramp of a hurrying foot on the stairs. Old Jacob thrust in his head and looked at me.
"You can speak," I said.
"There is something wrong below," he muttered, abashed at finding himself in the presence.
"We know it, Jacob," my lady said bravely. "We are considering how to right it. In the mean time, do you go to the gates, my friend, and see that they are well guarded."
"We could send to Hesse-Ca.s.sel," the Waldgrave suggested, when we were again alone.
"It would be useless," my lady answered. "The Landgrave is at Munich with the King of Sweden; so is Leuchtenstein."
"If Leuchtenstein were only at home----"
"Ah!" the Countess answered with a touch of impatience; "but then he is not. If he were--well, even he could scarcely make troops where there are none."
"There are generally some to be hired," the Waldgrave answered. "What if we send to Halle, or Weimar, and inquire? A couple of hundred pikes would settle the matter."
"G.o.d forbid!" my lady answered with a shudder. "I have heard enough of the doings of such soldiers. The town has not deserved that."
The Waldgrave looked at me, and slightly shrugged his shoulders; as much as to say that my lady was impracticable. But I, agreeing with every word she said, only loved her the more, and could make him no answer, even if my duty had permitted it. I hastened to suggest that, the castle being safe, the better plan was to wait, keeping on our guard, and see what happened; which, indeed, seemed also to be the only course open to us.
My lady saw this and agreed; I withdrew, to spend the rest of the day in a feverish march between the one gate and the other. We could muster no more than twelve effective men, including the Waldgrave; and though these might suffice for the bare defence of the place, which had only two a.s.sailable points, the paucity of our numbers kept me in perpetual fear. I knew my lady"s proud nature so well that I dreaded humiliation for her as I might have feared death for another; with a terror which made the possibility of her capture by the malcontents a misery to me, a nightmare which would neither let me rest nor sleep.
My lord soon recovered his spirits. In an hour or two he was as buoyant and cheerful as before, dividing the blame of the _contretemps_ between Fraulein Anna and myself, and hinting that if he had been left to manage the matter, the guilty would have suffered, and Dietz not gone scot-free. But I trembled. I did not see how we could be surprised; I thought it improbable that the townsfolk would try to effect anything against us; impossible that they should succeed. Yet, when the stern swell of one of Luther"s hymns rose from the town at sunset, and I remembered how easily men"s hearts were inflamed by those strains; and again, when a huge bonfire in the market-place dispelled the night, and for hours kept the town restless and waking, I shuddered, fearing I knew not what. I will answer for it, my lady, who never ceased to wear a cheerful countenance, did not sleep that night one half so ill as I.
And yet I was caught napping. A little before daybreak, when all was quiet, I went to take an hour"s rest. I had lain down, and, as far as I could judge later, had just fallen into a doze, when a tremendous shock, which made the very walls round me tremble, drew me to my feet as if a giant hand had plucked me from the bed. A crashing sound, mingled with the shiver of falling gla.s.s, filled the air. For a few seconds I stood trembling and bewildered in the middle of the room--in the state of disorder natural to a man rudely awakened. I could not on the instant collect myself or comprehend what had happened. Then, in a flash, the fears of the day returned to my mind, and springing to the door, half-dressed as I was, I ran down to the courtyard.
Some of the servants were already there, a white-cheeked, panic-stricken group of men and women intermixed; but, for a moment, I could get no answer to my questions. All spoke at once, none knew. Then--it was just growing light--from the direction of the stable-gate a man came running out of the dusk with a half-pike on his shoulder.
"Quick!" he cried. "This way, give me a musket."
"What is it?" I answered, seizing him by the arm.
"They have blown up the bridge--the bridge over the ravine!" he replied, panting. "Quick, a gun! A part is left, and they are hacking it down!"
In a moment I saw all. "To your posts!" I shouted. "And the women into the house! See to the wicket-gate, Jacob, and do not leave it!" Then I sprang into the guardhouse and s.n.a.t.c.hed down a carbine, three or four of which hung loaded in the loops. The sentry who had brought the news seized another, and we ran together through the stable court and to the gate, four or five of the servants following us.
Elsewhere it was growing light. Here a thick cloud of smoke and dust still hung in the air, with a stifling reek of powder. But looking through one of the loopholes in the gate, I was able to discern that the farther end of the bridge which spanned the ravine was gone--or gone in part. The right-hand wall, with three or four feet of the roadway, still hung in air, but half a dozen men, whose figures loomed indistinctly through a haze of dust and gloom, were working at it furiously, demolishing it with bars and pickaxes.