"I heard the cavalry advance. Maddened by the loss of my freedom at such a moment, I burst my bonds by an almost supernatural exertion, and tore the bandage from my eyes. To s.n.a.t.c.h a battle-axe from the hand of the nearest Hulan, and to dash him to the ground, was the work of a moment--a second blow, and the other fell. I leaped upon his horse, shouted the ancient war-cry of my house, "Saint George for Mandeville!"
and dashed onwards towards the serried array of the Croats, which occupied a little eminence beyond.
""For whom art thou, cavalier?" cried Chopinski, as I galloped up.
""For Amalia and Kalbs-Kuchen!" I replied.
""Welcome--a thousand times welcome, brave stranger, in the hour of battle! But ha!--what is this?--that white rose--that lordly mien--can it be? Yes! it is the affianced bridegroom of the Margravine!"
"With a wild cry of delight the Croats gathered around me. "Long live our gracious Margravine!" they shouted--"long live the n.o.ble Mandeville!"
""By my faith, Sir Knight," said the Count Rudolf of Haggenhausen, an old warrior whose seamed countenance was the record of many a fight--"By my faith, I deemed not we could carry back such glorious tidings to our lady--nor, by Saint Wladimir, so goodly a pledge!"
""May I never put lance in rest again," cried Conrad of the Thirty Mountains, "but the Margravine hath a good eye--there be thews and sinews there! But we must take order with yon infidel sc.u.m. How say you, sirs--shall this cavalier have the ordering of the battle? I, for one, will gladly fight beneath his banner----"
""And so say I," said Chopinski, "but he must not go thus. Yonder, on my sumpter-mule, is a suit of Milan armour, which a king might wear upon the day he went forth to do battle for his crown. Bring it forth, knaves, and let the Mandeville be clad as becomes the affianced of our mistress."
""Brave Chopinski," I said, "and you, kind sirs and n.o.bles--pardon me if I cannot thank you now in a manner befitting to the greatness of your deserts. But there is a good time, I trust, in store. Suffer me now to arm myself, and then we shall try the boasted prowess of yonder giant of Kalbs-Braten!"
"In a few moments I was sheathed in steel, and, mounted on a splendid charger, took my station at the head of the troops. Again their applause was redoubled.
""Lord Conrad," said I to the warrior of the Thirty Mountains, "swart Slavata has gone up yonder with a plump of lances, intending to cross the mora.s.s, and a.s.sail us on the rear. Be it thine to hold him in check."
""By my father"s head!" cried Conrad, "I ask no better service! That villain Slavata oweth me a life, for he slew my sister"s son at disadvantage, and this day will I have it or die. Fear not for the rear, n.o.ble Mandeville--I will protect it while spear remains or armour holds together!"
""I doubt it not, valiant Conrad! Brave Chopinski--n.o.ble Haggenhausen--let us now charge together! "Tis not beneath my banner you fight. The Blue Boar of Mandeville never yet fluttered in the Wallachian breeze, but we may give it to the winds ere long! Sacred to Amalia, and not to me, be the victory! Advance the Red Falcon of Kalbs-Kuchen--let it strike terror into the hearts of the enemy--and forward as it pounces upon its prey!"
"With visors down and lances in rest we rushed upon the advancing Hulans, who received our charge with great intrepidity. Martinitz was my immediate opponent. The shock of our meeting was so great that both the horses recoiled upon their hams, and, but for the dexterity of the riders, must have rolled over upon the ground. The lances were shivered up to the very gauntlets. We glared on each other for an instant with eyes which seemed to flash fire through the bars of our visors--each made a demivolte----"
"I say, Cutts," whispered I, "it occurs to me that I have heard something uncommonly like this before. Our friend is losing his originality, and poaching unceremoniously upon _Ivanhoe_. You had better stop him at once."
"I presume then, Mandeville, you did for that fellow Martinitz?" said Cutts.
"The gigantic Hulan was hurled from his saddle like a stone from a sling. I saw him roll thrice over, grasping his hands full of sand at every turn."
"That must have been very satisfactory. And what became of the duke?"
"Often did I strive to force my way through the press to the spot where Kalbs-Braten fought. I will not belie him--he bore himself that day like a man. And yet he had better protection than either helm or shield; for around him fought his foster-father, Tiefenbach of the Yews, with his seven bold sons, all striving to shelter their prince"s body with their own. No sooner had I struck down one of them than the old man cried--"Another for Kalbs-Braten!" and a second giant stepped across the prostrate body of his brother!"
"_The Fair Maid of Perth_, for a rump and a dozen!" was my remark.
"Meanwhile, Conrad of the Thirty Mountains had reached the spot where Slavata with his cavalry was attempting the pa.s.sage of the mora.s.s. Some of the Hulans were entangled there from the soft nature of the ground, the horses having sunk in the mire almost up to their saddle-girths.
Others, among whom was their leader, had successfully struggled through.
"Conrad and Slavata met. They were both powerful men, and well matched.
As if by common consent, the soldiers on either side held back to witness the encounter of their chiefs.
"Slavata spoke first. "I know thee well," he said: "thou art the marauding baron of the Thirty Mountains, whose head is worth its weight of gold at the castle-gate of Kalbs-Braten. I swore when we last met that we should not part again so lightly, and now I will keep my oath!"
""And I know thee, too," said Conrad; "thou art the marauding villain Slavata, whose body I intend to hang upon my topmost turret, to blacken in the sun and feed the ravens and the kites!"
""Threatened men live long," replied Slavata with a hollow laugh; "thy sister"s son, the Geissenheimer, said as much before, but for all that I pa.s.sed this good sword three times through his bosom!"
""Villain!" cried Conrad, striking at him, "this to thy heart!"
""And this to thine, proud boaster!" cried Slavata, parrying and returning the blow.
"They closed. Conrad seized hold of Slavata by the sword-belt. The other----"
"He"s off to _Old Mortality_ now," said I to Cutts. "For heaven"s sake stop him, or we shall have a second edition of the Bothwell and Burley business."
"Come, Mandeville, clear away the battle--there"s a good fellow. There can be no doubt that you skewered that rascally duke in a very satisfactory manner. I shall ring for the broiled bones, and I beg you will finish your story before they make their appearance. Will you mix another tumbler now, or wait till afterwards? Very well--please yourself--there"s the hot water for you."
"They led me into the state apartment," said Mandeville, with a kind of sob. "Amalia stood upon the dais, surrounded by the fairest and the n.o.blest of the land. The amethyst light, which streamed through the stained windows, gorgeous with armorial bearings, fell around her like a glory. In one hand she held a ducal cap of maintenance--with the other she pointed to the picture of my great ancestor--the very image, as she told me, of myself. I rushed forward with a cry of joy, and threw myself prostrate at her feet!
""Nay, not so, my Leopold!" she said. "Dear one, thou art come at last!
Take the reward of all thy toils, all thy dangers, all thy love! Come, adored Mandeville--accept the prize of silence and fidelity!" And she added, "and never upon brows more worthy could a wreath of chivalry be placed."
"She placed the coronet upon my head, and then, gently raising me, exclaimed--
""Wallachians! behold your PRINCE!""
Mr Mandeville did not get beyond that sentence. I could stand him no longer, and burst into an outrageous roar of laughter, in which Cutts most heartily joined, till the tears ran plenteously down his cheeks.
The Margrave of Wallachia looked quite bewildered. He attempted to rise from his chair, but the effort was too much for him, and he dropped suddenly on the floor.
"Well," said I, after we had fairly exhausted ourselves, "there"s the spoiling in that fellow of as good a novelist as ever coopered out three volumes. He would be an invaluable acquaintance for either Marryat or James. "Tis a thousand pities his talents should be lost to the public."
"There"s no nonsense about him," replied Cutts; "he buckles to his work like a man. Doesn"t it strike you, Freddy, that his style is a great deal more satisfactory than that of some other people I could name, who talk about their pedigree and ancestors, and have not even the excuse of a good c.o.c.k-and-bull story to tell? Give me the man that carves out n.o.bility for himself, like Mandeville, and believes it too, which is the very next best thing to reality. Now, let"s have up the broiled bones, and send the Margrave of Wallachia to his bed."
THE FORREST-RACE ROMANCE.
(EXTRACTED FROM PAPERS DATED 1773.)
[_MAGA._ FEBRUARY 1833.]
I pa.s.sed my examination with some credit, and was appointed a.s.sistant-surgeon to my ship, then lying at Portsmouth. As she was expected, however, to sail every tide to join the fleet off Cherbourg,[A] I was not sent down at once, but received instructions to be on board the Gull tender, at Sheerness, in eight days. In the mean time, with my appointment, and twenty guineas in my pocket, a light heart and a tolerable figure, I went down into Surrey, to Bromley Hall, the seat of an excellent friend, from whom I had long had an invitation.
I found the house fall of visitants, chiefly young people about my own age, all making merry, and had little difficulty in being admitted of their crew. I never saw so many happy, fair and handsome faces together, as were there a.s.sembled for the next week--but by far the loveliest of the fair faces was that of a young lady from the west, called Fane; and none, perhaps, was happier than my own, when beside her. She delighted in botany; and although I at that time knew little more of the science than would have enabled me to make a tolerable guess at the dried drug in a medicine-chest, yet the temptation was so great that I could not resist the opportunity of becoming her more constant companion, by undertaking the office of her tutor. My inadequacy must have been soon betrayed; nevertheless, we continued to pursue our studies, with as regular attendance as ever on my part, and as implicit attention on hers, till mutually we arrived at the tacit understanding that, provided we looked at the flower together, it mattered little whether I a.s.signed it a right or a wrong place in our rare cla.s.sification. We soon exchanged the garden for the fields and green lanes; and often before the others had risen to their daily vocations of riding or sailing, we would contrive a ramble in search of some unknown species of an unheard-of genus, to the romantic borders of Holmsdale, which lay within a half mile of Bromley, with the apology of the children for our guides, who rarely failed to find inducement enough in the rabbit-warren or rookery to leave us alone in our search through the glades and avenues of the old holm oak and the furze. It cannot be expected that, with these occasions constantly falling out, an ardent youth of nineteen, as I then was, should long conceal feelings fostered by such appliances of time and circ.u.mstance; nor need it be wondered at that, before even the week had elapsed, I had avowed my pa.s.sion, and had not been altogether unsuccessful in eliciting a confession of its return. My exultation on that evening must have been very apparent, for next morning, as I came down stairs, having lain much later than usual, my host Mr Blundell met me, and took my arm as he bade me good morning, then led me into the library, and, "Harry, my fine fellow," said he, in his good-natured way, "you must get the M.D. to your name, and make something handsome of your own, before you begin to run away with the hearts of our girls here in the country."
[Footnote A: This must have been in 1758.]
""Pon my soul, sir," stammered I, while I felt myself blushing to the eyes, "I--I--we were only pulling flowers, sir."
"Ah! my dear boy," he sighed and went on, "take care that, while you pull the flowers, you do not plant thorns for both hereafter." I had expected nothing short of thorns for my roses; but he surprised me a little when he proceeded: "Ellen is my ward: she is a good girl, and will be a rich girl; and you know very well I would not be acting as a guardian worthy such a trust, if I encouraged the addresses of one whose fortune is still to make, and whose attachments, Harry, have still to undergo the changes of the most fickle time in his life. Come, tell me candidly, now, how far has this business gone?"
Here was a pretty reckoning to be run up under a hedge. I was silent and sheepish for a while; but told him honestly all about it, so soon as I could speak without choking on every second word.